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video | un: NOMERCY - backdated to July 25th
CW FOR MASS MURDER OF UNARMED CIVILIANS, RELIGIOUS FANATICISM, THEMES OF NIHILISM AND UNREALITY, GASLIGHTING, "MERCY KILLING", THREATENED HARM TO CHILDREN, CHARA IN GENERAL, MOTHER MERCY IN GENERAL
[The video starts from a low point, broadcasting only Chara's feet. They have their omen doing the recording, after-all. Or did he decide to do it himself, because he thought the world needed to see this? Regardless, all that's currently seen is a collection of corpses on the ground.
There's two sets of shoes, nearly identical in size, though one is perhaps a bit bigger. One of the few living bodies (* 4 Left) slumps to the ground as the smaller of the pair sinks a knife into his chest. Trenchies. The kind that die permanently.
The video cuts then, to Chara sitting alone on the stump of what used to be a statue of Mother Mercy, better known to the inhabitants of the dream that came before as Mother Superior. Splattered on the walls in many different kinds of blood are the words NO MERCY.
They clear their throat, their face chalky and their eyes a dull lifeless black.]
Greetings. I am Chara. [Their voice perfectly polite, their smile perfectly pleasant.] I am here to show you something. No doubt, a lot of you are already familiar with my work. Oscar Pine, Ezra Bridger, the "Clockhouse" as I believe it was called, Professor Ozpin... Others were killed under my direction, of course, and I take responsibility for all of them. If you want revenge, I'm here to receive you. In the last day or so I have killed approximately forty eight of the inhabiting NPCs in this world. Trenchies, as I believe they're called.
[They fish out a bag sitting next to them, concealed by their clothing. They unfasten it and pour them out into the palm of their hand. Small silver crystals of light, and a fair few of them too, at least ten, maybe fifteen.]
Moon Drops. I think the Reckoning likes me. If you needed proof that the rulers of this world do not care for the people within it, let this be it. I will not be punished for my crimes. Everything I have done has been according to the Reckoning's wishes. Everything I have done has been, in some way, in the name of justice. The most broken motivation of all.
I am here to prove Mother Superior a fraud. I am here, to make it known that any attempts made to revere her by the local inhabitants will be met with death. I am here, to preach the opposite of her pretentious self-serving drivel.
There will be no mercy for this world, or those responsible for creating it. Not from her. Not from anyone else. I reject her forgiveness, because I will never allow myself to be forgiven by someone so weak and pitiful. Others have preached this - no mercy - without truly knowing the meaning. No mercy is the relentless pursuit of power. No mercy is the destruction of civilizations. No mercy is the complete and total annihilation of your enemy. No mercy is embracing the path you were always meant to walk, no matter how high the ocean of blood may grow.
You do not understand what it is to live without mercy. So I am going to show you.
And now. I am going to demonstrate the broken mercy of this false patron. Don't worry. I'm not under the impression that any of you believed in it to begin with. This is for the NPCs of Trench to see. [They smile, and the black inky substance of their eyes begins to drip down like tears, like their face is melting. And they reach into their bag and pull one of the moon drops out.
They hold it against their chest, letting it fill them with it's warmth, and the black in their eyes fades, leaving only a normal human child with a dull stone. Other things seem to fade along with it as the video (and reality) flickers. The harsh emptiness in their eyes is gone, replaced only with a wide-eyed fear and horror. Their mouth twitches into a shocked laugh.]
...You'll even use yourself, won't you? [They wipe the ink off their face with their sleeve.] We're so fucked up.
[There's another cut. And in the next video, Chara is not alone. Standing before them, looming over their tiny stature, is a pale woman in a dark veil. A mourning widow, looking down at this child, lost and pitiful. They look up at her, their eyes filled with anxiety, determination, and to some extent the loathing remains just as strong.
The woman places a land on the child's head. Standing here amid a hall dedicated to faith in her cause, faith in her kindness. Standing amid the corpses of those who died for no reason other than a bad choice in gods, she speaks, quietly, but loud enough for the omen to pick up, at least a little.]
...Forgiven.
[And in just a moment, she turns to the bodies. To a group that aren't quite dead yet, but rather tied up and bound in their injuries, kept alive by Chara's blood magic. They could be saved, if taken to the ministers. They might even want to be saved, unlike Chara.
But the woman approaches them, and kills them in an instant, kneeling down to mourn their loss. She weeps over their corpses, before disappearing in black smoke, leaving only the dead people and the ghost of a child that sits atop her statue of vanity like it's a broken throne.
It leaves Chara the last in this room alive, baffled, shocked. For all of a moment until their mouth twists into a vicious smile, and they begin to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It's difficult to tell if they're back to the way they were. Or if any forgiveness or LOVE lost won't change the fact that this is who they are.
The video feed cuts for the last time.]
[The video starts from a low point, broadcasting only Chara's feet. They have their omen doing the recording, after-all. Or did he decide to do it himself, because he thought the world needed to see this? Regardless, all that's currently seen is a collection of corpses on the ground.
There's two sets of shoes, nearly identical in size, though one is perhaps a bit bigger. One of the few living bodies (* 4 Left) slumps to the ground as the smaller of the pair sinks a knife into his chest. Trenchies. The kind that die permanently.
The video cuts then, to Chara sitting alone on the stump of what used to be a statue of Mother Mercy, better known to the inhabitants of the dream that came before as Mother Superior. Splattered on the walls in many different kinds of blood are the words NO MERCY.
They clear their throat, their face chalky and their eyes a dull lifeless black.]
Greetings. I am Chara. [Their voice perfectly polite, their smile perfectly pleasant.] I am here to show you something. No doubt, a lot of you are already familiar with my work. Oscar Pine, Ezra Bridger, the "Clockhouse" as I believe it was called, Professor Ozpin... Others were killed under my direction, of course, and I take responsibility for all of them. If you want revenge, I'm here to receive you. In the last day or so I have killed approximately forty eight of the inhabiting NPCs in this world. Trenchies, as I believe they're called.
[They fish out a bag sitting next to them, concealed by their clothing. They unfasten it and pour them out into the palm of their hand. Small silver crystals of light, and a fair few of them too, at least ten, maybe fifteen.]
Moon Drops. I think the Reckoning likes me. If you needed proof that the rulers of this world do not care for the people within it, let this be it. I will not be punished for my crimes. Everything I have done has been according to the Reckoning's wishes. Everything I have done has been, in some way, in the name of justice. The most broken motivation of all.
I am here to prove Mother Superior a fraud. I am here, to make it known that any attempts made to revere her by the local inhabitants will be met with death. I am here, to preach the opposite of her pretentious self-serving drivel.
There will be no mercy for this world, or those responsible for creating it. Not from her. Not from anyone else. I reject her forgiveness, because I will never allow myself to be forgiven by someone so weak and pitiful. Others have preached this - no mercy - without truly knowing the meaning. No mercy is the relentless pursuit of power. No mercy is the destruction of civilizations. No mercy is the complete and total annihilation of your enemy. No mercy is embracing the path you were always meant to walk, no matter how high the ocean of blood may grow.
You do not understand what it is to live without mercy. So I am going to show you.
And now. I am going to demonstrate the broken mercy of this false patron. Don't worry. I'm not under the impression that any of you believed in it to begin with. This is for the NPCs of Trench to see. [They smile, and the black inky substance of their eyes begins to drip down like tears, like their face is melting. And they reach into their bag and pull one of the moon drops out.
They hold it against their chest, letting it fill them with it's warmth, and the black in their eyes fades, leaving only a normal human child with a dull stone. Other things seem to fade along with it as the video (and reality) flickers. The harsh emptiness in their eyes is gone, replaced only with a wide-eyed fear and horror. Their mouth twitches into a shocked laugh.]
...You'll even use yourself, won't you? [They wipe the ink off their face with their sleeve.] We're so fucked up.
[There's another cut. And in the next video, Chara is not alone. Standing before them, looming over their tiny stature, is a pale woman in a dark veil. A mourning widow, looking down at this child, lost and pitiful. They look up at her, their eyes filled with anxiety, determination, and to some extent the loathing remains just as strong.
The woman places a land on the child's head. Standing here amid a hall dedicated to faith in her cause, faith in her kindness. Standing amid the corpses of those who died for no reason other than a bad choice in gods, she speaks, quietly, but loud enough for the omen to pick up, at least a little.]
...Forgiven.
[And in just a moment, she turns to the bodies. To a group that aren't quite dead yet, but rather tied up and bound in their injuries, kept alive by Chara's blood magic. They could be saved, if taken to the ministers. They might even want to be saved, unlike Chara.
But the woman approaches them, and kills them in an instant, kneeling down to mourn their loss. She weeps over their corpses, before disappearing in black smoke, leaving only the dead people and the ghost of a child that sits atop her statue of vanity like it's a broken throne.
It leaves Chara the last in this room alive, baffled, shocked. For all of a moment until their mouth twists into a vicious smile, and they begin to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It's difficult to tell if they're back to the way they were. Or if any forgiveness or LOVE lost won't change the fact that this is who they are.
The video feed cuts for the last time.]
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[His tone is sardonic but Maul is entirely serious. It seems once a month here it's "talk about your feelings whether you want to or not" time for the Pthumerians.
Chara asked him for an honest answer and so he gives one. The words come slowly for Maul is not an eloquent sort but he's trying to make them count this time. He sees far too much of himself in this young child and wishes he didn't.]
Life at its core is what makes it worth living. Circular logic, I know, but there it is. That is the reason I have clung to it so tightly and survived things that would have killed any lesser being. When you are surrounded by it, always sensing sentient beings, plants, animals, all things that contain life in your mind, it becomes easier to bear with those connections in place. What you seek is to become something that is not alive like a rock or a star. That is a sad, pathetic way to be.
cw for internal fourth wall breaking, nihilism, child death ment
It's the difference between a massively expansive galaxy and a video game that's all of three hours long. The same three hours, over and over again. How do you live amongst the living when none of the living were ever truly alive?]
I cannot understand these feelings anymore. But I think it is good that you are able to feel this way. It is what we would call... 'Perseverance'.
Your assumption that I want to be a star relies on a fundamental misunderstanding. In a lot of ways, I am a star. And like a star, I am still here to be seen and interacted with.
A long time after my death. [They smile, it's bittersweet.] It comes with outrunning time.
I'm a revenant that lives through pure hatred and relentless DETERMINATION, if that wasn't clear.
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[Maul's usual soft voice raises in volume and that's how Chara will know he's actually made the Zabrak mad.]
If I were right in front of you, I'd be slapping you in the face for such talk! I never like to usually say this, especially given what we've all gone through in this place, but you're a child. You act as if you've already seen and done everything there is to know in the entire universe. Most everyone feels that way at your age. I don't condone you for the murders you've done, I did that and far worse when I was young, but this world-weary self-defeatist attitude? I'm about ready to toss you back into the ocean until you can learn a lesson or two!
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It's hard to tell how much is the corruption and how much this is just truly who they are.]
Shouldn't you of all people know it's not as simple as demanding that someone change who they are and how they think?
I am not going to convince you that I'm right. I have no interest in doing so. But my world - or rather my universe - is significantly different to yours, and I can say with absolute certainty that I've quite literally seen all of it. Again and again and again, repeating endlessly for who knows how long.
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[Maul can't deny what Chara says. After all, his own change had to come from within no matter what else people said or did to him. That took almost two years to get to that point in time.]
You know what I think? What you hate more than anything isn't the inevitability of your life, seeing it as unending and the same thing over and over again. What you hate most of all is yourself. Because you know things could be different but you're afraid to try. You're in a different universe now, not your own any longer. Have you experienced everything there is to know in this one?
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[It's true, though. There are things they want to know about this earth. Even if they know it's only a matter of time before it grows hollow as well.
They find the psychoanalysis a little annoying, and refrain from snapping back with some of their own.]
I'm still learning about this world. Your assumption is that I am diving into the void at the earliest opportunity. I'm not.
But I'm not going to accept the hollow forgiveness or second chances of the so-called patrons either.
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[Maul shakes his head as if brushing off the words directed at him like they're flies landing on his skin.]
So don't. I stopped caring about what any Pthumerian might think when Deerington collapsed into dust. I neither like nor trust them. But Sleepers? That is a different story. We're all stuck here together.