THE MAN WHO CAME FROM THE OTHER WORLD // o, joiner

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DR. W.D. GASTER

✯ — THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS

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I left my guard down for one second... the skeletal-looking dog thought bitterly. Just one second, one damn second he spent having fun with his friends, his family. And he paid the price dearly.  He fell, he fell into his own creation. However, he didn't recognize dying. And yet, here he was. In a new world. Oh, wonderful. In this timeline, I'm a dog. I suppose I should be happy that I'm not female. He was upset at the loss of his skeletal body-- inherently more magic, and forever cooler. He had to deal with what cards he was given Thought, it didn't stop a sour look appearing on his face.

Deciding a group would be best to piece his life back together again, Gaster sits down at the border. "Is there a joining process or something for this?"

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✯ — MALE. MOONLIGHT VALE. GRADUATE. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[VAPORWAVE]

“ IF YOU'RE LEAVING BABY LET ME DOWN SLOWLY! ”

Ian had been extremely bored all day. There was only so many things you could do when it was this cold outside. He'd tried to entertain himself by ambushing NPCs with snowballs, but even that soon got dull.

Wrapping on his winter gear, the serval decided to go for a brief stroll around the border to see if he could find something of interest. Well, rather than a pretty rock or a forgotten toy like planned, he managed to stumble across a person.

Joiners were still a rather new occurrence for Ian, and he'd been born here. The skeletal looking canine didn't seem too intimidating, so the youth walked up to him with a cautiously friendly demeanor.

"Hello! My name's Ian. Not really, but you might want to speak to my Dad. He's the leader here."

A humble brag, of course.

"I'll keep you company till then. What's your name?"

                                                     

[SIGMUND]

They didn't get many joiners, that was true. Sigmund had lived in the clan for longer than Ian had at that point, and still, there weren't many outsiders that made their way to the Vale. It seemed odd, in fact. Their territory wasn't hidden off from the world, as far as he knew, but there were so many stories of strangers wandering in to territories that his friends elsewhere had told him, he wondered if maybe there was a sort of defect within the Vale. It wouldn't surprise him, he supposed. Strange things happened here.

The maned wolf had been patrolling- partly out of boredom, partly because he felt it was his duty -when he stumbled across Ian and the skeletal stranger. While the new canine wasn't literally made of bones, the pattern on his pelt was... interesting. Dull green eyes flicked over Gaster with little to reveal in his gaze. But, he was quite interested in the man.
"Consider yourself a member," Sigmund deadpanned, tail flicking absently. Felix probably didn't need to make an appearance, but it wouldn't hurt. The man seated himself next to the child, masking his distaste for Ian with a placid, if not slightly annoyed, expression.

"We don't get many visitors. What brings you here?"

[charactercemetary.]

DR. W.D. GASTER

✯ — THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS

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In truth, Gaster has been expecting much different. He had been expecting people to ignore him — to phase through him. Why? Because he shouldn’t have been able to be seen. Instead, the serval; So seemed to be a bit annoying — by the doctor’s standards appeared to be able to him, to speak to him. His eyes lit up and symbols spilled out of his mouth. And then he stopped, speaking in a way that the serval could understand.  "I am Doctor... Wing Dings Gaster. However, you can see me? You can hear me? You can understand me?" He had worked on his English but he still often was not able to be understood.

And then came someone else. Another canine. He did not seem interested, though he appeared to be a man of the sciences. He blinks again. This wolf could understand him? He was actually talking to people? Woah! "I um, don’t exactly have a reason. Just to join! You can understand me? Talk to me?”

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✯ — MALE. MOONLIGHT VALE. GRADUATE. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[SIGMUND]

He wasn't quite sure how one could hear symbols, but Sigmund could have sworn that he did. Whoever this joiner was, he was... odd. And most people were odd, don't get him wrong, but Gaster seemed exceptionally so. Dull green eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion. He seemed genuine enough, maybe just a bit... crazy?

Sigmund was, in fact, a science enthusiast. He had always been interested in psychology, picking apart why people did things or did not do things. In fact he was doing it right now- watching Gaster's form as he spoke, almost frantic. He blinked slowly, focusing on the strangeness of his pelt and the way he asked questions rapid-fire. His best guess was that he either lived a life of such solitude he had forgotten what it was like to be interacted with, or he was high on something. Probably the latter, but he supposed he couldn't just make assumptions like that.

"Of course we can see and hear you," Sigmund answered. His voice was a low drone in the quiet afternoon. He seemed almost dismissive of the older man, but he seemed almost dismissive of everyone. Perhaps it was just especially so with Gaster. "It is... nice to meet you, Doctor Gaster. I am Sigmund Mortem. If you have any other... questions... let me know." His tail flicked as he went silent again. There wasn't much else that needed to be said, he felt. Hopefully his brevity would be appreciated.

[⚝ GRAVEYARD]

Solitude does strange things to people. Videogames knows this first hand. It takes people apart, until they aren't quite the same. Damaged, in a way. That's okay -- they may never be the same again, but that doesn't mean people can't recover.
When Videogames comes upon this scenario, with the strangely-patterned canine, he is a little put off. The appearance, the strange string of sounds coming from his mouth. Is this what most outsiders were like? For as open as Videogames would like to be, he was still raised to hate them, and there's still a feeling of derision as he regards them. But, just as quickly as it came, it's gone, and Videogames is just ... curious. The serval blinks at the canine, and smiles. They are in no place to be denying joiners, being as small of a group as they are.
"Uh, yeah, welcome to the Vale!" Videogames chirps, feeling a bit awkward. He hasn't had to greet many joinrs before, but he's happy to be doing so regardless. He smiles a little lopsidedly, settling nearby Ian and Sigmund. "I'm Videogames, the King. Uh. W -- We're glad to have you!" Shit, Arrowhead never prepped him for greeting joiners. Arrowhead had been of the opinion that outsiders were unwelcome and should be kicked out.
Yikes.