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bottlecaplogs2025-10-02 02:35 pm
pyrodulia) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-10-02 02:35 pm
[Catchall] Settling In
Who: Agnes and You
What: The process of getting acclimated to a new body and a new world
When: October
Warnings: Mention of Agnes' canonical death (no details), discussion of gruesome use of human remains, cult activity, fire used to destroy important things.
She never actually put any milk in it. She never even drank it. She’d just take it over and sit there, staring out the window into the street for an hour or so, then stand up and leave. I’d go over to clear away her coffee. It was always scalding hot.
The way she always used to order the coffee, it always sounded like she was enjoying it. The order, I mean. Like the phrase “one black coffee with room for milk” was a delightfully novel thing for her to say.
1. Coffee
There was a cafe back home, the Canyon Cafe. Agnes started visiting in 1991, and she was certain that the staff noticed she didn't seem to age a day between then and 2006, when she...before she arrived here in Bottlecap Bay. She'd gotten into a habit, ordering a black coffee with enough room for milk, and then setting with the cup and not drinking a drop. It was the normalcy of the act of ordering she craved.
Here, though, adjustments need to be made. As a Ninetales (what a silly name), she can't exactly hold a mug, so the coffee is prepared and put into a shallow bowl for her. And as a Ninetales, rather than what she was before, she can actually drink it.
She's surprised, with the first sip, exactly how bitter it is. In fact, the look on her face might be comedic for onlookers. There is absolutely sputtering happening, and her tails all standing up straight like a row of exclamation marks.
2. Canopy
For some reason, Rimbombee went out of his way to ensure that Agnes's living quarters up in the Canopy are water-resistant, if not completely impervious to rain, making her more comfortable than some of the other Cheri Berries. In the meantime, though, she can be found exploring the Canopy as a whole or bringing messages from those standing watch to the main building.
There's a restlessness to her that's obvious if you watch her for long. But that restlessness was one she had since she was anchored by Gertrude Robinson. Then, she existed unable to fulfill her purpose. Here and now, she doesn't know what her purpose is.
If you're around the Canopy, perhaps this is a good time to meet the new recruit? After all, she's fully herself instead of Froslass's pet bitch now.
3. Chitin
Agnes has no issues with bugs, in the abstract. But the first time she sees a spider web bridging the gap from the branch of a tree to its trunk, her response is more than a little 'kill it with fire'. Which is especially dangerous considering she's capable of launching a Flamethrower without even thinking about it.
And now the tree's on fire, and the Joltik whose web she just immolated is very upset. Someone should do something about that. Like, now.
4. Wildcard
Catch me on darkersolstice, wherever you get your social media, to plot.
What: The process of getting acclimated to a new body and a new world
When: October
Warnings: Mention of Agnes' canonical death (no details), discussion of gruesome use of human remains, cult activity, fire used to destroy important things.
She never actually put any milk in it. She never even drank it. She’d just take it over and sit there, staring out the window into the street for an hour or so, then stand up and leave. I’d go over to clear away her coffee. It was always scalding hot.
The way she always used to order the coffee, it always sounded like she was enjoying it. The order, I mean. Like the phrase “one black coffee with room for milk” was a delightfully novel thing for her to say.
1. Coffee
There was a cafe back home, the Canyon Cafe. Agnes started visiting in 1991, and she was certain that the staff noticed she didn't seem to age a day between then and 2006, when she...before she arrived here in Bottlecap Bay. She'd gotten into a habit, ordering a black coffee with enough room for milk, and then setting with the cup and not drinking a drop. It was the normalcy of the act of ordering she craved.
Here, though, adjustments need to be made. As a Ninetales (what a silly name), she can't exactly hold a mug, so the coffee is prepared and put into a shallow bowl for her. And as a Ninetales, rather than what she was before, she can actually drink it.
She's surprised, with the first sip, exactly how bitter it is. In fact, the look on her face might be comedic for onlookers. There is absolutely sputtering happening, and her tails all standing up straight like a row of exclamation marks.
2. Canopy
For some reason, Rimbombee went out of his way to ensure that Agnes's living quarters up in the Canopy are water-resistant, if not completely impervious to rain, making her more comfortable than some of the other Cheri Berries. In the meantime, though, she can be found exploring the Canopy as a whole or bringing messages from those standing watch to the main building.
There's a restlessness to her that's obvious if you watch her for long. But that restlessness was one she had since she was anchored by Gertrude Robinson. Then, she existed unable to fulfill her purpose. Here and now, she doesn't know what her purpose is.
If you're around the Canopy, perhaps this is a good time to meet the new recruit? After all, she's fully herself instead of Froslass's pet bitch now.
3. Chitin
Agnes has no issues with bugs, in the abstract. But the first time she sees a spider web bridging the gap from the branch of a tree to its trunk, her response is more than a little 'kill it with fire'. Which is especially dangerous considering she's capable of launching a Flamethrower without even thinking about it.
And now the tree's on fire, and the Joltik whose web she just immolated is very upset. Someone should do something about that. Like, now.
4. Wildcard
Catch me on darkersolstice, wherever you get your social media, to plot.
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She doesn't know what to make of the bold declaration that he lacks a soul. She's never known if she has one or if the Desolation replaced it with something else when she was born. And the translation to another world might have affected any soul either of them may or may not have had.
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"If nobody had souls, or if I got mine back, would we still be ourselves? Are we even who we think we are at all?"
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CW: death mention
She seems to be at peace with that fact, moving her head and forepaws in a way that doesn't quite manage to capture the physicality of a shrug, but that implies the same in how the ruff of fur around her neck moves.
continued CW
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She lets out a sigh, her breath smelling inexplicably like struck matches and incense.
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He catches the smokey quality of her breath. He wonders if that's a Fire-type thing or if it has to do with her past... both, probably.
"Look at it this way! Having no purpose means you can make it anything. I've just been trying to figure out why we were brought here. That's a place to start!"
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It's...a goal, perhaps. She doesn't know where to begin with it. The esoteric stuff was all intuitive for her.
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"Why not? They still have places to go back to. It's something to do besides burning spider webs all day."
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Flowey gives an approximation of a shrug with his leaves. "See it as the difference between doing a kind thing for the warm fuzzies and doing it as part of your job."
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"Tell me, then, which are the biggest idiots around?"
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Besides the subpar living conditions, he clearly plays favorites. He wonders if she's discovered that already. She seems sharp.
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Which is to say yes, she's aware he plays favorites. She's already one of them.
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Then, he screams: "Am I the only one without a stupid freaking roof?!"
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She shouldn't antagonize him like this.
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He sighs. Again, no point picking a fight with someone who could burn him to death without so much of a second thought. "It's the principle of the thing. Just keep an eye out. You may be a favorite now, but I've seen him go through at least two others before you even got here."
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The small fire she started on the spider web is smoldering to an end now. She shakes her head, standing.
"Good meeting you, Flowey."
thanks for the rp!
It seems like he's been dismissed. What a very interesting person, Flowey thinks. He hops away, filing all this information away for later.