002, the afternoon of the 18th

[devilofohara]

[When Robin had first received her wanted poster in the mail, she had been mortified. When she started receiving messages about it from other people, that emotion changed into one of fear, suspicion and paranoia. The first thing she'd done in response was to head down into the prison planet, away from the Moira and the crew she no longer felt safe around.

It had been more than twenty four hours since then, though , and she's since come to terms with the fact that this isn't a permanent solution. She won't be able to stay on the prison planet forever, and even if she could she certainly didn't want to. Besides the obvious fact that it's a prison, things were starting to get strange down there.

It didn't take long to realize that this isn't the sort of problem she's going to be able to run from - not yet, at least. Even if she isn't ready to board the Moira again, she needs to get out ahead of this problem. ]

This is Nico Robin.

I know some of you got my posters in the mail. I was hoping to know, how many?

[ The first step of dealing with a problem is figuring out how much of one she's dealing with, after all. Maybe if it's just one or two people, she can bribe or threaten them into keeping their mouths shut. Maybe, if she's lucky, she can prevent her face from being associated with that name.]

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[inruins]

Please, tell me then what you aimed to do. I am not a mind reader, Chara. I want to know.

When you are name calling other children, I will step in. I will not tolerate you or any child being mocked. Would you like it if people mocked your brother or Frisk? Talked down to them when they are frightened or worried?

[heart_breaking]

I wasn't mocking her. I meant everything I said. All of it! So it wasn't namecalling if it was all just the truth.

[They're lower than dirt. Scum of the earth. If they cared at all about what Toriel thought then they'd be too ashamed to show their face in the light of day.]

[devilofohara]

...it's okay, Toriel. They're right. Maybe nobody'd care if someone killed me for the bounty, and maybe I'm just alive to suffer and make people miserable.

[Chara's hardly the first person to say such things to her, after all. There's definitely at least a hint of truth to them.]

At the end of the day, though, I might not be happy but I'll still be alive. If you keep running up against people stronger than you, then eventually you won't be, Chara. The world isn't an easy place - you don't get to survive just because you want to badly enough.

[Forgive her, you two. She genuinely doesn't know.]

[inruins]

You cannot let that kind of thought dictate your life. Because people care, people care for you greatly. You cannot let what others say define you.

[Toriel will always rebuke that thought if it comes up. The sternness is gone, just something gentle.]

I simply wish for you to be safe, if not happy.

[Not Actually Replying Immediately]

[heart_breaking]

['Watch out, Chara, you might die'. 'Force of will doesn't keep you going.' 'Running away and disappearing would save Robin from dying.' 'Other people's opinions don't matter.' Chara's face splits in an ear to ear smile, and they hold back a chortle--then it bursts free, and Chara's laughing. Their cheeks hurt, and they can't catch their breath. Most of the time is spent airless.]

[They don't send a recording. It wasn't funny, and it's already over anyway.]

[devilofohara]

No. People don't. [ Care about her, she means. There used to be people that did, but they're all gone now. ] Not where I'm from. Where I'm going back after this is all over.

[ As for letting what others say define her... Well, she's trying not to let it get to her, at least. It's hard, though.]

Anyway, I'm done with Chara, so I don't care what they have to say about me - whether it's true or not.