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Undyne (the Undying) ([personal profile] theundyingsoul) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2015-11-27 06:23 pm

+1 fish warrior

[The Nexus has no shortage of bringing people in from random places and times, and today a small portal seems to open up a few feet away from the question area. Being dumped from said portal is an armor-wearing fish, presumably female, by the long red ponytail she sports. The fish-woman's body seems to be shimming, as if her very body is trying to disappear at any second. Finally, the shimmering aura dissipates, leaving the fish-woman barely alive on the Nexus floor.

She manages to look up, and is taken back by the scenery. This isn't the Underground, nor does she see any monsters around either. Struggling to stand, she musters up a few words to any nearby denizen of the Nexus.]

W-where am I? Is this what it's like to die? Alphys? Asgore? Anyone?

[She's still trying to fully comprehend the situation, but it's clear that she's gravely injured. Help might be something she needs, but isn't willing to ask for.]
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Let me stand close)

*A* undynnnnneeeeeee

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for Undyne's situation, the first person to approach isn't one who is apt at judging one's health from how hard they shimmer. Technically, the first person to approach isn't even a person but a doll passively towering over the collapsed fishperson. She stares deeply at the woman, as if deeply entranced by her...fishy-person-ness. The artificial lifeform kneels as she looks deeply into the woman's eye.

"This is not the afterlife. This is not your end," she intoned with unarguable finality. She was so sure that this wasn't the afterlife. It didn't exist for her after all.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (You will hunt Beasts)

best fishperson. also irony considering my char's VA also has someone who watches a Nexus :V

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Only that which lived can proceed to an afterlife. I am but a doll. As I never lived, where we are now cannot be an afterlife." Her posture unassuming but unafraid, her voice calm and accepting but brokering no contestation. "This is the Nexus, a place between realms, between worlds. It is a place of possibility and chance made manifest, not a place of endings."
emboldsursicklyspirit: (May you find your worth in waking)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
The Plain Doll's head tilts. "I am afraid I do not understand." She utters looking quite perplexed. Underground? Child? She did not understand. "....what is it you desire?" she defaults, something in the other's nature reminding her of newly blooded Hunters.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (You will hunt Beasts)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Her sculpted face winces, the volume extolled by the fishie too much for the doll's muted attitudes. "I am sorry...this one has heard of ways back but I do know them not..." The Plain Doll did not need the Nexus' ways to return to her place.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Let the echoes become your strength)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hey that vase was made of porcelain, like her! VIOLENCE LIKE THAT GOES AGAINST THE PALE! But no seriously, she's not used to such rapid heady violence in her vicinity and, timidly, she steps back away from her.

"I would not. It is not my place to summon, merely to soothe and aide where I may," she apologetically intones. "From my base understanding, your thoughts would be accurate. From whence a door opened, it may indeed become opened again but in the other way....but, as you are, will you be able to do aught but succumb?"
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Let me stand close)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
At a moment, the doll is at the woman's side, her presence and hand surprisingly steady for one so passive and meek-acting. Curiously for the doll, upon looking at the monster up close, she saw none of the typical marks of both Hunter combat nor mutation. Just what was this strange one? Wordlessly, she supports Undyne, not wanting to intrude on her thoughts or be so presumptuous as to suggest further answers to a 'royal guard'.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (And I will channel them into your streng)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes look down, the balls looking all about, as if trying to fetch an old memory. "I am....not sure...." she murmurs faintly before shaking her head decisively. "It is unimportant. You are hurt." The doll was very good at understatement making while having it sound she was announcing the weather regardless of how horrible whatever she was saying was.
emboldsursicklyspirit: (I am a doll)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, she has to deal with hundreds petulant Hunters insisting "Its just a scratch" before they explode into blood and dream stuff. She's used to this shit. Eyes on the inside also good for cheating

"Then do not sit around and accomplish nothing. Charge forth in thine recuperation with fullest determination. It would do no good to find your returning path if you could not accomplish your goal, is it not?"
emboldsursicklyspirit: (And I will be here for you)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Her head shakes demurely. "Nae, I am but a doll...but...what is it that you speak of, a soul?" Silly girl, souls don't exist! Her closest local church only is hype about blood and shooting yourself up with it.

Don't mind the little ones gawking wordlessly at you from at the Plain Doll's feet, Undyne. You're only the most interesting fish person they've seen so far.
Edited 2015-11-28 04:56 (UTC)
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Pursue the echoes of blood)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-28 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Her head tilts inquisitively. Something so important and yet she had never heard of it before. "So....it is an organ of some sort?" she asks unsuredly, trying to put her more physical knowledge of bodies to work not knowing its a metaphysical organ at all.

The little ones aren't creepy! They're cute and sweet and staring at the fishie in rapturous awe!
emboldsursicklyspirit: (Hello Good Hunter)

[personal profile] emboldsursicklyspirit 2015-11-29 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A thing that looks like a human heart and yet wasn't? How strange. You're strange. Best to ignore it and move on.

"I am...unsure. The Night of the Hunt still malingers over Yharnam and yet it seems that the sun has risen and set far too often here..." she admits with a fair share of muted confusion.
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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-11-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Here, fish-person, have a white-scaled lizard knight in shining armor. He stoops, extending a gauntleted hand as he muses aloud, "I qualify as 'anyone,' I suppose, although my name does not begin with an A. Are you hurt?"
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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-11-28 06:02 am (UTC)(link)

The sharp tongue seems to ruffle his scales not at all; he speaks with pleasant, patient serenity. "I could not say whether it might matter," he points out. "Those for whom you asked by name both began with A. It might have been some special preference."

Once Undyne is on her feet, he adds an offer, "I have some little ability with healing magic, if you would like to avail yourself?"

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-11-28 06:43 am (UTC)(link)

"I am an Argonian," he answers. "Opinions vary, with regard to the monstrousness of the state. But it has been my experience that greeting the world with an open hand ends well more often than not." With a smile, he adds, "my name is Shade-Seeker. I must agree that this place is strange, but I admit enjoying it all the same."

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-11-29 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)

"Argonians are my people, the swamp-dwelling lizard-folk. As opposed to elves, or humans, orcs, or khajiit," he explains, suggesting, "perhaps the usual array of peoples is different where you come from."

He smiles genially as she thanks him. "You are quite welcome, Undyne, and the abbreviation troubles me not. I wished to know if I could help, and to be of help if I could--such is my nature, and was no departure from my way."

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-01 02:30 am (UTC)(link)

He listens, then tsks sadly. "That seems a somewhat unjust dichotomy. Unless 'monster' has a different connotation in your world?" He isn't going far, but after the fall perhaps Undyne would like someplace to sit? There is ample seating to be had.

"We all need help, sometime. I myself have quite often had to rely upon the kindness of others, not the least when I found myself here. It is good to hear that you are in the habit of giving it, as well."

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-02 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)

He sits as well, clinking quietly in turn. "What happened?" he asks gently. His hand glows with a wholesome silver-white light--the offered healing magic--though he holds it up for the moment, waiting for implied or spoken consent to bestow it.

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-02 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)

His healing touch is a gentle thing; aches ease, pain fades, and wounds close without scarring. He keeps it up until Undyne is fully healed--he seems to have some way of knowing.

He listens as she tells her tale, before interjecting a polite question: "how did the humans circumvent the barrier?"

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-02 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)

He tsks softly; he's not sure he likes the business of shackling people's souls (though he counts Undyne no less a person--and, he's obliged to admit, he captures goblin and ogre souls for his own use without pangs, so he is in little position to lob criticism), but he certainly doesn't approve of wholesale murder, either. "I am sorry," he offers. "Perhaps, if you have found your way here, you might guide your people here in turn, and so escape the humans' prison and predations."

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-02 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)

"Then I join you in your hope. But... if my wishful thinking should not be so far from the truth, and if you need another pair of hands in holding your enemy at bay while the remainder of your people escape, you may call on me, and I shall do what I can for you."

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)

He inclines his head, gratified by her regard for his well-being. "I would be pleased to. Will you be seeking a way back, a place to stay...?"

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[personal profile] gate_crasher 2015-12-03 12:17 am (UTC)(link)

He nods thoughtfully. "There are inns, and restaurants, and kind people. Will it be troubling for you if some of them are human?"