forum ayy yo a frankenstein rp for the repressed childhood trauma points (Orion, back again. Again. Again again.)

Started August 30, 2021 by Deleted user

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The hull was not a great climbing wall though, and more of the crew met the water. Some managed to use the barnacles or scuttles on the hull as footholds, and were able to climb farther than the others. The sailors still on the dock worked to rescue those who had fallen into the water.
Meanwhile, Robert got out of bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to wake himself up. The noise up ahead made doing that fairly easy though, and he rushed across the main deck to the edge of the ship, looking out over the dock. Cries of “Captain!” rose up from the crew as they spotted him.
“What in God’s name is going on here?” He called. “What are you all doing?”
“There’s no gangplank, so we can’t come aboard!” someone called out.
“Rubbish!” Robert shook his head in disbelief. “I’m sure I left it out for you.”
But he looked, and sure enough, there was no way for him to get from the ship to the dock without jumping into the sea. A noise of confusion left him.
“I think we have a spare,” he said. “Let me go get it.”
He found it somewhere on the prow and set into place to allow passage into the ship. It was a bit heavy though, and Robert rubbed his arms as he went to release the rope ladder for those still in the water. The crew cheered, and almost immediately flooded the deck.

The creature held his breath, until the crew either disappeared or he found some way to just pass away painlessly and quickly way up here. It wasn't like Victor wanted him around anyways, but then again, self-pity and lamentation was for the weak. And the creature was far from weak. Meanwhile, Victor had been woken up by the commotion, and he was of half a mind to find out exactly what was causing it. Likely his foolish creature, but that remained to be seen. He leaned back again, fell asleep. If the brute died, it wasn't any problem of his, now was it?

As the crew clambered aboard, some noticed a large lump in the crow’s nest. Upon looking to see what they were talking about, Robert merely turned back and reminded them that they were drunk and were probably seeing things. After all, why would there be something in the crow’s nest? Eventually, the sailors relented, and Robert guided them to their quarters, and soon the deck was cleared of anyone but himself. He walked up to the main mast and climbed the rope some ways up.
“You should get to bed too,” he called to the creature.

What an idiot, what a pathetic creature, that he was. "I'm sorry. I didn't want them to hurt me, it was selfish." he tried to hide his face in his hair, but the moon showed quite clearly his more hideous, disquieting features and it showed them brightly. "I apologize if I offended you in any way." he said after a moment, then started to climb down, leg aching with every step as he eventually found his way quietly back to the deck.

At first, his words confused Robert greatly. Then it suddenly connected in his head. ”You took out the gangplank?” He snorted, and although he tried not to, he began laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Lord have mercy! No, no, I’m not offended, please don’t worry.”
After a moment he managed to calm himself, thinking about the rest of what the man said. “You didn’t want them to hurt you? But then, why is that selfish? A group of drunken sailors is a certain reason to be wary. I would know. I understand if you were just trying to protect yourself.”
He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, apparently unfazed by the creature’s more grotesque features. Or perhaps, he just didn’t notice. “Anyway, you should probably stay down in the cargo. I thought I told you that. Get some sleep.”

"I'm sorry, Captain. I just… I know it's silly, but it isn't often I get to see so many stars. I wonder, how do you people go along with your lives not constantly looking up the moment it gets dark? I used to think humans were a nocturnal species, given my creator's habits, but apparently you sleep! When the world is at it's most beautiful!" the creature sighed, looking up again, then down at Robert. "I'm sorry, I tend to talk too much, and I say such silly things too."

Robert smiled wide, a sleepy but helpless smile. “Really? I do too! People have also told me that I talk too loud as well, which—“ he then lowered his volume, “I should probably stop doing now.”
He quirked his head to the side, pursing his lips. “I know sailors used to look at the stars to navigate the seas. But of course, they are beautiful. I usually star-gaze whenever I get home from trips like these.” A yawn interrupted him. “…Oh, uh, I’m not sure if I heard you say ‘humans’ and ‘creator’. Surely you don’t mean that that Alphonse made you, right?”

The creature gave Robert his best ‘do I look like I am fucking kidding you’ look, which was hard to do when you were a stitched together giant of great proportions and had a face that would give a hardened war veteran a heart attack. “It’s true, he did… I suppose you could say he is my God, and I his fallen angel, in a way. Except he is merciful enough to keep me around.”

Robert started at the giant, then flashbacks of things Victor said earlier passed through his mind. “I see. That actually makes a lot of sense, but I’m too tired to deal with the implications of that right now. I’m going to bed. I’d advise you to do the same, but if you wish to keep stargazing, I think now would be the best time to do so. The crew’s probably out cold by now. Just… make sure to come down before sunrise.”
He turned made to go back to his cabin with a little salute.

The creature felt stupid. He didn't really understand why he kept ruining things, such a lovely and pretty man such as the Captain didn't deserve to have him causing so many problems on his ship. He eventually found his way back to below decks, realizing that the trapdoor that took him up could also take him back down. Object permanence among other things was a skill he'd need to work on, just based on the short year he'd bore consciousness. Victor was asleep when he got back, and the creature decided to sleep and heal too.

Robert collapsed onto his bed, still deciding if he should freak out or become knocked out cold like his crew. Quickly his body decided that for him. As soon as his eyes closed, he was out. His sleep was dreamless, but he fidgeted even now, shivering or twitching every so often.

The very next morning was an early one. It was quiet, too. A few people working out by the docks, but overall things were silent. But not for long. As the crew woke up and stumbled out of their beds, noise was the only thing one could focus on as the group roughhoused and tumbled around. Victor complained, as per his usual. He was just a kid, really, barely out of university and still as selfish and haughty as he had been when he’d started.

The creature said nothing, except a few affirmatives and apologies. Victor had noticed the sneaking out, and wasn’t happy about it. He’d learned to sleep quite lightly these past few weeks, and he noticed the little things. Or even the very big things, his creation wasn’t exactly subtle. But they both quieted down as the crew passed the doors of the stowaways’ refuge. Victor was arrogant, not stupid, he didn’t want them to catch the two.

Robert woke to the whispers of the sea and the cries of sea gulls, but it wasn’t long before the sounds of his crew reached him as well. After dressing and venturing out, he was informed there was an official out on the dock waiting to see the captain. Robert had barely any time to eat breakfast before meeting with the official, who after speaking with him said they were set to leave by noon. In the meantime, Robert directed the crew to prepare for their departure. Things quickly became rather chaotic, and neither of the stowaways would have seen Robert for several hours.

That itself was fine, the creature and Victor both could deal with boredom. Neither liked talking to each other much anyways, Victor mostly liked to mumble to himself or yell at people, and when yelling wasn't an option he entertained himself perfectly well on his own. Mostly, the creature found himself wondering how long this journey was going to take, and if they were going to find a new place to live soon. Or even, possibly, go to Victor's home. He had a sudden vision of someone saying "it is a monster, and therefore it must be evil." and quickly realized there was no home for him. He didn't mind that much, but… well, he liked warmth far more than cold, and the warmth that came from the Captain the night before, no matter how small the gesture, was comforting.

“You’ve set a course for London?” Robert asked.
The quartermaster nodded. “Indeed, Cap’n. You know the route as well as I do, yes?”
He nodded. “Just wanted to confirm. Nearly time to depart.”
“Of course. No need to fret, Cap’n.”
Robert chuckled. “Me? Fretting? Oh, come now.” He looked down, tracing the course on the map with his eyes. “Thank you, sir. I shall return to see us off.”
He patted the quartermaster on the shoulder, then left the room. After making sure no one was around, he snuck into the stores, and gathered some items before descending into the cargo hold.
He beamed amicably at the two. “Dear acquaintances!” He greeted. “Good to see you have not been discovered and thrown overboard.”
He set a bottle of mead down for them, and two glasses beside it. “My apologies for not getting these to you sooner,” he spoke as he moved. He unfolded a rag that held a pile of bread and preserved fish meat before them. “But good news, we will be ready to leave the docks quite soon.”

“And home, I presume. Your home. Which, as I can tell by your accent, you are an Englishman, and this your home will likely be dull and horrible and full of improperly seasoned food.” Victor said. “As a rule, I don’t take kindly to Englishmen. Your kind cower under a monarch whom you see as God, and yet you yourselves never realize you have the power to stop their tyranny. Genevese are not so foolish as that, we pride ourselves on having a distinguished republic not lording over our citizens, but providing for them.” he said, shrugging as if he hadn’t just dissed Robert’s entire existence. The monster cowered back, but thanked Robert and after Victor had started to eat, began to dig in himself, carefully taking as little as possible to satiate himself and avoiding the meat.

Robert was silent for quite a while. Never had he met such a disagreeable, thankless person. He turned to the other man, giving him a smile. “You’re welcome, giant fellow.”
Turning to ‘Alphonse,’ his brow twitched. “I see. Well, if you like Geneva so much, why are you running away from it? I should like to see you try finding a non-English captain who would be willing to let you aboard.”