theundyingsoul: (shocked)
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: (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.