[They're starting to get into something of a routine, here. Attempts to steal away on their own have been thwarted time and time again- and so Chara stops bothering, putting all their focus into one thing. Their Partner.
This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
[Routines were comforting, in their own way. They gave a sense of purpose even if all it amounted to was simply getting up and washing before wandering.
Additional notes and actions were made and added as he continued to exist in this place. Food and water that could be safely consumed were scarce here, so finding them was top priority. Next a way to restore CP in a way that wasn't merely sleeping. That may involve the Storyteller.
Which in turn meant that whenever the Batter fell asleep, he had to be prepared for the possibility of dreaming.
But it would come into play only later in the day. As for now, the Batter was following the same tale Chara was and exploring the bushes. He had tried one and while the sweetness he tasted was not the same as the vile Sugar from his home, it still made the Batter cough harshly. So no. These would be for someone else.
That meant he was simply exploring at this point and it seems he's not alone. It does not sound particularly hostile but you can never be too careful. Still, while the Batter does not make much noise on his own, the bushes will so Chara will likely have a heads up that someone is approaching.
It's a very familiar shape, still armed with a baseball bat. And the Batter has not completely forgotten Chara's face.]
[The noise certainly gives away the approach of something. Their hand rests over the knife on their hip, expression blank until he steps into view. Speaks.
And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
[Technically, they had also been right. It was a dream; it simply isn't anymore. Calmly, Chara slides their knife from it's sheath, tapping the blade against their thigh.]
Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
[His eyes are on the knife the moment Chara pulls it out. And if they think they can see that, then they will.]
If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
[A job better left to the likes of the Judge or Zacharie, when the man felt so inclined to help in Zone 3. The Batter normally doesn't spare so many words or explanations, but this time he'll make an exception.]
Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
[And their advice is a warning. Predictable, but useful. Chara is correct. The Batter doesn't know what the people here are capable of and he is without the Add-Ons or the Puppeteer.
So he will learn. And...]
My own death does not matter.
[Again, not a statement meant to be a brag, but the Batter wasn't afraid to die. Chara had seen it before in the way that, while it did cause him pain, the purifier did not panic at the sight of himself being stabbed. He did not start his mission expecting to be the only one to survive either and, in the end, it became necessary.
Escaping from your purpose is impossible. He cannot forget that.]
There are no impurities yet. But I will keep it in mind.
[At least he seems capable of listening. Thinking over what they've said- following it? That has yet to be seen. They don't expect any words they have to say can scare him- not someone like this, no.
He's too far gone, isn't he?]
If perchance you decide to ignore this, I assure you, we will continue where we began, sir.
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This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
It's still you.]
let's kick this party OFF :D
Additional notes and actions were made and added as he continued to exist in this place. Food and water that could be safely consumed were scarce here, so finding them was top priority. Next a way to restore CP in a way that wasn't merely sleeping. That may involve the Storyteller.
Which in turn meant that whenever the Batter fell asleep, he had to be prepared for the possibility of dreaming.
But it would come into play only later in the day. As for now, the Batter was following the same tale Chara was and exploring the bushes. He had tried one and while the sweetness he tasted was not the same as the vile Sugar from his home, it still made the Batter cough harshly. So no. These would be for someone else.
That meant he was simply exploring at this point and it seems he's not alone. It does not sound particularly hostile but you can never be too careful. Still, while the Batter does not make much noise on his own, the bushes will so Chara will likely have a heads up that someone is approaching.
It's a very familiar shape, still armed with a baseball bat. And the Batter has not completely forgotten Chara's face.]
It's you.
Re: let's kick this party OFF :D
And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
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[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
How were things to go this time?]
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Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
And are your intentions still the same as prior?
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If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
If not....if not...
Then the Batter will sleep, once again.]
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[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
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Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
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[Their smile widens. He must truly dislike having to deal with them, then.]
So you would consider yourself some kind of savior, then. Capable of deciding what is allowed to belong and what is simply...not meant to be.
[How conceited of him.]
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If it is what God wills.
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
So be it.]
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[God never willed you anything, Batter. You did what you chose to do, and nothing more.
But they aren't about to make that argument. Not now.]
Might I offer you some humble advice, sir?
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But advice is advice. If they had something worth hearing then he'll listen.]
Sure.
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[They state it bluntly- a matter of fact, not to be contradicted.]
The variety of people here ensures that there will always be someone better than you; if they aren't here now, I have no doubt they will be soon.
Acting without forethought will ensure your continued demise.
[Take it from someone who's already been here, Batter. There's no win to find in this world. Home-runs are impossible.]
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So he will learn. And...]
My own death does not matter.
[Again, not a statement meant to be a brag, but the Batter wasn't afraid to die. Chara had seen it before in the way that, while it did cause him pain, the purifier did not panic at the sight of himself being stabbed. He did not start his mission expecting to be the only one to survive either and, in the end, it became necessary.
Escaping from your purpose is impossible. He cannot forget that.]
There are no impurities yet. But I will keep it in mind.
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[At least he seems capable of listening. Thinking over what they've said- following it? That has yet to be seen. They don't expect any words they have to say can scare him- not someone like this, no.
He's too far gone, isn't he?]
If perchance you decide to ignore this, I assure you, we will continue where we began, sir.
And we will continue for a very long time.
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Although, it seems, this one wishes to start from the beginning rather then the end.]
Fine.
[If they stand in his way, then it will end one way or another. Be it his death or their's, it will continue until one finally stands.
The Batter will not back down from his mission. Not now, not until he returns to his coma yet again.]