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Gerson may not remember much of anything, half the time... but the other half, he knows more than even he quite realizes. If you can hold onto the memory of this conversation when you leave here, speak to him. He may be able to give you a more solid trail to follow, if nothing else.
[He nods... and doodles a turtle next to the word Waterfall. It's not like there are any other well known turtle monsters there. Surely he'll figure it out later, if he forgets everything.
It's not a game. It really isn't. And that's... sad. But he can deal with a case of the sads later.]
Allow me to answer your question with another question:
Do you know who designed the Core?
[It should be an easy question, shouldn't it? The Core is such a vital, well-known part of the Underground's infrastructure, everybody learns about it in school- when it was built, how and why. So...]
[Why can't anyone recall who came up with the idea?]
[Some people are terrible students, and he absolutely isn't one of them. He... should know. It's been there his whole life, and Alphys isn't that much older than him. Can't have been her.
So in other words, you don't know but you're bright enough to guess.
[She smiles warmly.]
And you've guessed correctly. Dear Doctor Alphys was my student once, a very long time ago- but I had a habit of leaning towards more intangible objects of study that she does, the nature of magic and of reality. I learned much, but pushed a bit too quickly, and discovered that the fabric of existence is a very unfortunate thing to be studying without proper lab safety precautions.
[At least she didn't tell him it deliberately ate her or something. That the 'fabric of existence' is alive and malicious wouldn't be any weirder than the rest of this.
I am fixing it, bit by bit. I'm certainly far more together than I was when the experiment first went wrong. But returning myself to reality when it no longer has a place for me is a delicate process, and I could do terrible damage if I didn't take care.
I will do what I can from here, as I have been, but I suspect that in the end it will require effort from both sides of the door...
Mercifully, no. There are some things it would be very unsafe for you to try, but nothing I've asked of you in this conversation would fall into that category.
If I tried to write out a list for you or give very specific orders, for example, that would likely be a bridge too far. Giving you a piece of general advice, like a particular person you might want to try speaking to, and letting you proceed from there on your own initiative... that's much safer.
[She's spent a long time (or, depending on how you look at it, absolutely no time at all) learning the intricacies of these strange little rules and how to work her way around them. She knows their loopholes.]
[It's a lonely place to 'live' and he has to leave her or... be stuck and unable to help her. He exhales heavily again and looks behind him at where the door was.]
[Maybe it was there all along and for whatever reason, he couldn't see it. Or couldn't remember it. Better go before it's gone. But... he allows himself time to 'say' one more thing.]
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prettypurpleparlor) wrote2017-05-12 06:05 pm
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Waterfall.
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Gerson may not remember much of anything, half the time... but the other half, he knows more than even he quite realizes. If you can hold onto the memory of this conversation when you leave here, speak to him. He may be able to give you a more solid trail to follow, if nothing else.
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It's not a game. It really isn't. And that's... sad. But he can deal with a case of the sads later.]
How did this happen to you?
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Do you know who designed the Core?
[It should be an easy question, shouldn't it? The Core is such a vital, well-known part of the Underground's infrastructure, everybody learns about it in school- when it was built, how and why. So...]
[Why can't anyone recall who came up with the idea?]
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...huh.]
No.
You.
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[She smiles warmly.]
And you've guessed correctly. Dear Doctor Alphys was my student once, a very long time ago- but I had a habit of leaning towards more intangible objects of study that she does, the nature of magic and of reality. I learned much, but pushed a bit too quickly, and discovered that the fabric of existence is a very unfortunate thing to be studying without proper lab safety precautions.
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He's in way over his head, isn't he.]
Do you know how to fix it and you can't in here?
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I will do what I can from here, as I have been, but I suspect that in the end it will require effort from both sides of the door...
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And I can't take instructions from you once I leave.
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[She does not clarify whether the damage would be to herself or to the world. Possibly both.]
fuck so old but I miss this guy
[He didn't become slightly less 'real' for being here, surely.
Worst. Puzzle. Ever.]
Backtag forever, fuck the RP rules.
If I tried to write out a list for you or give very specific orders, for example, that would likely be a bridge too far. Giving you a piece of general advice, like a particular person you might want to try speaking to, and letting you proceed from there on your own initiative... that's much safer.
[She's spent a long time (or, depending on how you look at it, absolutely no time at all) learning the intricacies of these strange little rules and how to work her way around them. She knows their loopholes.]
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Who are the other two people? The ones in Hotland and Snowdin?
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[She smiles for a moment, looking amused by some secret inward thought.]
Depending on what you do with the first one, the other two may end up finding you, first.
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[Who knows when or if the mystery door will pop up again, and if he'll be passing by?]
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If I tell you too much, you might not make it back at all.
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Back out the door?
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ly familiar?thought.]no subject
[Muffet's just had more time- or no time at all, depending on how you look at it- to get used to the idea.]
But as it is, I believe you will be leaving soon.
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Alright. I'll try my best.
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[She smiles at him one last time.]
Good luck.
[Looks like that's your cue, Gaster. Seems your time here's run out.]
yeah you know what has me in an Undertale Mood
Goodbye.
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[But... maybe somewhere else, it still could. In a place that isn't anywhere at all.]
[She nods in graceful acknowledgement, letting him go. Letting just a little hope go with him.]
Goodbye, dearie.
[Sometimes, it's enough.]