voidedman: (distant horror)
W.D. Gaster ([personal profile] voidedman) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2015-11-18 11:32 am

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[how. when. why. He couldn't understand it, yet... here he was.

Something that even here, didn't belong. His form was tenuous at best, clipping through walls and the ground, and he himself seemed vaguely startled, the lights inside his sockets darting around nervously as the tall, seemingly void like being wrung his pierced hands.

Where was this?

Was he... he felt-

He could feel.

The entity just seemed to be stuck looking at his hands, edges glitching and pixelating sharply as tears started to collect in the corners of his sockets.
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emboldsursicklyspirit: (You will hunt Beasts)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[You are so lucky she has the Insight to presume what he had said.]

Greetings, strange one. Thine form is weak and spread greatly for one whom exists not in a dream. Are you whole?

[Tact? What's that? Gimmie my desired answers >.<9]
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Let me stand close)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is a script most occult, the speaking with hands

The figure approaches and solemnly points directly at Gaster, letting the scientist see the segmented joints of her fingers and the clear artificial nature of her form]


You are here, strange one. For the moment, you are here.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (And I will channel them into your streng)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
If it is what you desire, then you should. It is up for you to decide.

[How very...literal minded of her...?]
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Here in this dream to look after you)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She bows shallowly, a solemn nod accompanying it]

Very well then.

[.......well that a bit of an awkward pause.....]

[....]

[....]

[...!]


Strange one, how did you come to be as this? What manner of calamity befell you to scatter yourself so wholly?

[She's seen some shit, she knows but fuck this whole 'being blasted to metaphysical pieces but still conscious' thing is bugging the crap out of her]
Edited 2015-11-20 20:41 (UTC)
emboldsursicklyspirit: (I am a doll)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Deleted?

[Her head bobs gently at an angle. She doesn't know that techy of a word! Her world runs on Ye Olde Victorian Bloodpunk!]
emboldsursicklyspirit: (To embolden your sickly spirit)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-20 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
And yet here you are.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (And I will be here for you)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-21 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Do you mind being touched? Because the doll will close the distance and lay her room temperature hands on your shoulder in something approaching compassion for his situation.]

Nor do I. My place is within the Hunter's Dream, not this transitory location.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (May you find your worth in waking)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-22 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't respond again. Partially because she ran the gamut of her capacity to help someone who wasn't high on blood or insight, but also because being able to feel static despite being created to not be able to? Its really fascinating!]

[At some point in these moments of silence, Gaster might feel a tugging on whatever he has that passes for a pant leg. If he were to look down, he would see that the tugging was cause by strange small beings that appeared as if from a dream. The Doll sees them, the little ones, the Messengers and smiles adorably at them]
Edited (stupid busted ass link) 2015-11-22 16:11 (UTC)