[CLOSED] one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan

[interstellarnpcs]

Who: Edward Blanche and Greg. And possibly also Meril.
What: Blanche is sick of Greg's shit.
When: Directly following Sans's rescue.
Where: In the Torture Lounge.
Warnings: Weird stuff. Spiritual violence. Creepy touches no doubt.

After being picked up in the laboratories downstairs, Greg will be left in the same room him and Blanche had their last pressing talk. No one else is there, and he is instructed by Juno to sit and not move until someone comes to speak with him. He is clearly in trouble.

Who is coming to talk to him hasn't been outright stated, but it can be easily assumed. Juno will impatiently state that she has a mess to go clean up and will leave him to his own devices.

A full hour will pass before anyone comes to speak with him.

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[panspermia]

The gem vanishes, and it leaves him feeling darker, emptier, and more lost than ever before. Without its light, there's very little of him left to see, and Mr. Universe looks up to Blanche with an expression filling quickly with confusion and terror.

Before the panic can take over, Blanche makes his next move, and the vessel flinches at his touch, but does not pull away. He's afraid, but this man is the only thing in the room that gives him any inkling of what to do: a sense of duty urges him to obey.

The influence that leaks in provides no comfort. It's cold, alien, poorly fitted. It fills in the ragged, open wounds left in his spirit and what's left tries to shrivel away from the touch, but there's not enough to resist. Mr. Universe grunts. A frustration is grows in him with each failed attempt to eject the foreign will. Irritation, annoyance. This isn't what he wants. This is his... damn it... he should...

"Stop it." His body has gone tight and tense, every muscle wound hard. But still he can't pull away.

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It's a while after that before Blanche is actually finished, though the rise in frustration is noted. It'll be interesting to see where that goes. As it is, Blanche is sure to see that things are as stable as can be managed when a large part of someone's soul is gone, and then slowly retracts his influence, leaving pieces inside like black tar to patch up holes.

He stands back and looks Greg over, as if appraising his own work. If Greg is at all wise, he'll know better than to take this as an excuse to continue being a pest, no matter how aggressive those transplanted feelings may be.

Blanche is still his master, after all.

"Now... I'd like to start with having you disgorge whatever other little secrets you might have been withholding from me. I can't imagine you have any reason to be secretive now, do you?"

[panspermia]

He trembleds and shakes as it goes on, the tension shifting from fear to anger. He's angry, furious that he's been put here, that he's got no choice in this. His breathing is shallow, through gritted teeth.

There's only one way for him to make sure this never happens to him again. He has to gain power. He needs to rise in the ranks, so he can make sure there's no one who can do this to him again. An inlaid hierarchy is put in place; there are those above him, and if he wants to truly gain power, he needs to follow in their footsteps. Everyone below him can get crushed.

Mr. Universe takes in Edward Blanche with cool appraisal. This man is the most powerful around. This is the one he's answering to. Plain and simple.

"Depends on what you wanna know, boss."

Greg had never considered himself knowledgable in particular, but now that he thought about it Mr. Universe had a lot of secrets at his disposal. It would be a matter of picking where to start.

[interstellarnpcs]

"Most importantly...I'd like to know about any more secret advantages or powers that your peers have developed without my knowledge. I do not wish to have a situations like Mr Esqueleto's rise again."

He literally can't afford it. This is good, though. He can feel Greg's new willingness to cooperate which is enough to put him in a slightly better mood after today's events.

[panspermia]

One eyebrow lifts, and a smirk crosses his face. He's still calling the skeleton that, huh?

"Most ones I knew about were in Flowers Over Bones, honestly." Thst ship has sailed. "But you know what Merril was before, don't you?" He shrugs, playing coy without remotely being coy. "I'd look into that."

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It's Sans's own fault for not having a last name. How else is he supposed to be properly formal?

At that tip, however, Blanche outright scowls. Ah. Yes. He should have known. He crosses his arms behind his back, and the air feels colder just due to his presence within it.

"I see," he says.