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[log] But will there be pie? [closed
Characters: Kesara, Toriel
Location Bulding 113
Date: Day 75, evening
Summary: Smol runs into Goatmom, as is only proper.
Warnings: Probably none! Everyone is very cute in this log.
It had been getting late by the time that Kesara decided to turn around yet again, and complete the circle that, she hoped at least, would lead her back to the first house in which she woke. Making a circle, a wide one, had seemed like a good idea at the time; better than marching off into the unknown without anything like a plan, which sounds very exciting, but tends to end very badly for everyone involved. Proper, professional explorers have a plan.
Hers has paid off, she thinks with substantial relief as she spies the familiar house through the snowfall. Sunset nears - at least she assumes so; there's no sun to speak of - and she knows by now that the doors lock, and what happens to those who are on the wrong side of them when they do. She dashes across the last hundred yards, just in case, and bursts through the door, expecting it to slam ominously behind her with a great noise, which it does, and lock, which it doesn't.
"Not as late as I thought," she mutters to herself, relieved, then turns around to peer at the door. "At least I hope so. You had better lock when it's time. I've heard there are monsters out there."
Not that Kesara believes in monsters. But better safe than sorry.
Location Bulding 113
Date: Day 75, evening
Summary: Smol runs into Goatmom, as is only proper.
Warnings: Probably none! Everyone is very cute in this log.
It had been getting late by the time that Kesara decided to turn around yet again, and complete the circle that, she hoped at least, would lead her back to the first house in which she woke. Making a circle, a wide one, had seemed like a good idea at the time; better than marching off into the unknown without anything like a plan, which sounds very exciting, but tends to end very badly for everyone involved. Proper, professional explorers have a plan.
Hers has paid off, she thinks with substantial relief as she spies the familiar house through the snowfall. Sunset nears - at least she assumes so; there's no sun to speak of - and she knows by now that the doors lock, and what happens to those who are on the wrong side of them when they do. She dashes across the last hundred yards, just in case, and bursts through the door, expecting it to slam ominously behind her with a great noise, which it does, and lock, which it doesn't.
"Not as late as I thought," she mutters to herself, relieved, then turns around to peer at the door. "At least I hope so. You had better lock when it's time. I've heard there are monsters out there."
Not that Kesara believes in monsters. But better safe than sorry.
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"Hello? Is someone here?" She calls out, cautiously stepping forward towards the threshold of the doorway without stepping through just yet. She wanted to gauge reaction first. "Are you well?"
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She pulls her hat down, huddles in her bundled clothes to look even smaller and less threatening than she already does - which, her being short and slight for eleven, is really very small and unthreatening - and creeps into the house step by step, looking for the origin of the voice.
"Hello, madam! Please don't be worried, I'm not a monster."
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"Do try to get warm. I'll- be out in a moment." She couldn't just hide in the kitchen the entire time. If the girl reacts poorly, Toriel intends to stay in another room and let the child have the run of the place they've settled in for the night. It is only fair.
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"I'm just fine. Really. I have this coat - "
Her voice dies sharply off as she steps into view, first of the shadow thrown in the kitchen doorway, then at the figure that casts it, herself. A tiny squeak peeps out from her throat instead as she looks up, and up. Is this a monster? Is she going to eat me? Does she want me to be warm so I'm easier to swallow?!
"You - you -" she swallows hard and manages the only remotely reasonable thing that comes to mind. "You have a very good costume!"
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"I mean you no harm, I promise that. I am not one of the creatures that lurk outside in the snow. I was brought here like you were."
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She swallows, and nods, though words continue to fail her for a good while longer. Her eyes drink in every detail of the great beast-woman's form.
"A-are you - " her voice wavers slightly before she gets it firm enough to be polite. "Are you a Bun Manchi from the mountains - madam?"
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Her old title almost rolls off the tongue before the monster catches herself in her introduction. Old habits die hard so it seems. "I'm afraid not, dear. I am Toriel. I come from Mount Ebott."
"May I ask what your name is, my dear child?"
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Either way, she is a very polite wild mountain woman, so Kesara can hardly be any less, even if she isn't sure if she should bow at the knees or the waist. She settles for both, one after the other. "My name is Kesara Freamon. I'm a Britisher from Calcutta, in India. It's - it's a pleasure to meet you, madam Toriel." Though she tries, her face betrays her anxiety at getting the introduction wrong. She hasn't the faintest idea about the native customs of Mount Ebbot Bun Manchi.
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"It is very nice to meet you, Kesara. You can simply call me Toriel if you wish." She moves to carefully crouch to be on level with the girl. "I hope you have been doing well so far. This is a dangerous place."
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The urge to step back when Toriel kneels before her is there, but she fights it bravely. Fangs and all, the monster woman is being very kind... motherly, wasn't that what she had thought before?
"It isn't so bad, really. I have this very good coat - though it can't be as good as yours!" She means Toriel's fur. It's difficult not to stare at that as well, and wonder whether it's soft to the touch. "And there is that marvellous thing, the tablet-computer, it helps very much."
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She holds her hand out encouragingly, "Here, do you wish to touch my fur?" She's learned over time human children are always a little interested in touching her fur at first. "If not, I understand."
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But Toriel is holding out a hand, and though Kesara knows well all the lessons about curiosity and temptation, she had never thought of them as applying to her. After a final moment's hesitation, she nods. "Yes, please."
She reaches out and slowly puts her hand in Toriel's own, wanting to feel both the fur and the pink pad, which must be even softer. "Do people - I mean - is it polite to touch it? I don't want to presume." Of course, she is asking permission while already doing it.
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Investigation will yield the fact Toriel's fur is as soft as it looks, but textured differently than one would expect for a monster who looks so similar to a goat. Her paw pads are equally warm as they are soft. "Human children are usually curious, so I do not mind them investigating a little bit." Toriel if anything is honest. "I'd rather not scare anyone."
Toriel will let the girl take her time, clearly in no rush.
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"It really is so soft..." she mutters, briefly forgetting herself. A moment later she feels quite awkward about this. Toriel may belong to some Monster Race, but she is clearly something like a lady. She gives her a beaming smile.
"Thank you, madam Toriel. It's awfully kind of you. It must be such a bother sometimes..." her free hand strays up to tug at a curl of her own hair."Some people are forever wanting to touch my hair too, so I know."
Not quite on the same level, perhaps, but she is being sincere.
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"I hope no one does that to you, dear. If so I'll have to have some words with them." She narrows her eyes slightly at the thought, "If anyone does that, you will get an apology."
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She'd known women like that. It makes her think of sad things again. She bites her lower lip, worrying at it a little between her teeth. "Are you the only mountain woman here, madam? I mean, you aren't - you said that you were not a native."
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At Kesara's question, Toriel shifts gears, smiling a little. "My friend Sans is here, he and I come from the same mountain. My child Frisk is also here. So I am not alone in that regard."
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She resorts to what she is almost certain is a good response in any situation. "Is Frisk safe? I think for most children, this would be difficult..."
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Toriel at least knows how to cover her worry enough and keep her smile genuine. Being queen for so long meant she could certainly fake it when needed. "Frisk will be safe soon enough. They've certainly handled similar before we met."
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"I've been listening, yes - Alexander's been telling me many things - " she's grown very fond of her tablet, though it's really very obstinate sometimes about answering questions. "But it's more the way you speak, madam. There's this way mothers speak." It's awkward to say, but it is an explanation.
Handled similar, she says, and that gets Kesara's attention right away. A look of sudden interest. "Oh - was it on the mountain? Is it very dangerous there?"
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Talk of Frisk is a good distraction. Better than actively thinking about her worry over her child out there in the snow. "My kind were sealed into the mountain a long, long time ago. Frisk was one of the few humans who came to the mountain and managed to find their way inside."
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But she is doubly stunned as Toriel continues, eyes growing very round. "Your child is human?" Thankfully she thinks quickly not to ask if all monsters are so kind to human children. "Sealed by whom? Was it the gods? Was it because someone's done something terrible?" In her experience with sealing stories, that is usually how it goes.
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"My kind were sealed underground by humanity a very long, long time ago. Humans were afraid of us, we could do something they could not which only spurned their fear further. Everyone acts irrationally when they're afraid."
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"They do. Dr. Stein says, even the wisest person is only as wise as they are brave." She leans a little closer in, eager to hear more. "What can you do that humans can't? Are you much stronger? I've heard that Bun Manchi can fight tigers bare-handed." And Toriel may not be a Bun Manchi proper, but she does have these impressive fangs.
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She only pauses to gather her words before she continues. "Monsters have the ability to absorb the human soul when a human passes on. It can make a monster incredibly powerful." She offers simply back, hoping she wasn't making Kesara uncomfortable with this.
"Humans cannot absorb a monster soul in turn. Monsters simply fade away after death because we are made of only magic."
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She pulls back, suddenly, sharply, a difference crystalizing in her mind. Monsters are not the monstrous races. Those are only people, built strangely, even if they have fur or only one leg or a face in their chest not their heads. But if the story is true - the story must be true - then this gentle soft-furred mother is -
"You aren't a Bun Manchi at all," she whispers. "Are you going to eat my soul now?"
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"No my child. I have no intention of ever doing so to you, or any human. All the monsters I have spoken with, that I know- are uninterested as well." She shakes her head slowly, "I would rather live peacefully with humanity."