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

Robert glanced at the tiny man with a frown. "Alright then. There are medical supplies on the ship if you need them."
He led them into the lower deck, into the cargo hold. Wooden crates and barrels were littered everywhere or stacked on each other. Most of this was simply cargo for the ship itself, the cargo they had meant to transport to Geneva was already gone.
"You can stay here," Robert offered. "My crew is all at the bar, but you will need to hide from them in the morning. They don't appreciate stowaways, and I can't have them thinking I appreciate them too." He chuckled to himself, leaning against a barrel. "Now, what are your names?"

"Alphonse." Victor lied through his teeth, using his father's name as an alias for the time being. "And I will be amenable to those terms. The giant doesn't have a name, and I doubt he needs one. Just call him 'monster'. I doubt he minds." he said. The creature looked at Robert, and then away, saying nothing. Victor looked around in the supplies for a few moments before returning with a knife and some thread, already having a needle on hand. He had the creature sit down and then cut open the creature's leg, causing his monster to grimace in pain and let out a small noise, but Victor ignored that to pick the bullet out of flesh and muscle with bare fingers and then went to sew up the leg. When he had finished, the creature was sweating from holding back the pain, but at least Victor had somewhat fixed the problem.

Robert looked between them, confused again. The dim light and the tall figure’s long hair was just enough to hide his face, so Robert didn’t know what the smaller man meant by “monster.”
“Alphonse,” he repeated. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, but you seem to be speaking for the tall fellow here a lot…
He winced as Alphonse began treating the giant’s injury, making a small, “Oh,” of surprise when he plucked out the bullet. He had witnessed or been a part of instances like this before, but he certainly didn’t expect it to happen here and now. He looked away for the rest, only looking back when Alphonse was done.
Stepping up to the giant, he asked, “Are you alright sir? I’m Robert, the captain of this ship.” For a moment he addressed them both, saying, “You can simply refer to me as the captain for now.” Then he turned back to the tall fellow. “And you? What do you want me to call you? I’d hate to call you something like that.”

"Monster is fitting enough, sir." the creature mumbled, slouching further into the barrels supporting his back. He looked at Victor with some fear in his eyes, but also a strange reverence, like a child to an impressive prince or king, perhaps even a worshipper of a god. Victor coughed, waving for Robert to leave the room. "He's not meant to talk, not meant to have opinions. He's just a fleshy automaton, now please take your exit." he said sharply, arrogant acting like he could control the captain on his own ship.

(yo I got gummy brains from the store and i have never kinned Victor more lol.)

(Lol I love that. Also sorry for my absence, having my bday weekend and also kinda emotionally exhausted rn)

(Oh cool! My friends birthday is tomorrow! But hap borth anyways.)

(Eeee ty ^^ and that’s cool)

:)

"Monster is fitting enough, sir." the creature mumbled, slouching further into the barrels supporting his back. He looked at Victor with some fear in his eyes, but also a strange reverence, like a child to an impressive prince or king, perhaps even a worshipper of a god. Victor coughed, waving for Robert to leave the room. "He's not meant to talk, not meant to have opinions. He's just a fleshy automaton, now please take your exit." he said sharply, arrogant acting like he could control the captain on his own ship.

Robert frowned again, deeper this time. The more time he spent with these two, the more they concerned him. “Sir, that’s quite insulting and brutalizing of you to say. For the sake of this man’s dignity, I will not call him such a terrible thing. ‘Giant’ or ‘tall fellow’ will do.” The volume of his voice rose with his anger. “I don’t understand your relationship with each other, but at least treat this man with decency.”
Indeed, Robert was rarely ordered around on his own ship, but after thinking about it, he found a reason to leave anyway. “I will find you some blankets to sleep with,” he announced, and went around the room to find a crate with something the two stowaways could use.

Victor growled. "I treat him with the decency a monster like him deserves…" he mumbled, when Robert was out of earshot. The creature flinched, but didn't respond, rocking back and forth in his seat and trying to manage the slightly alleviated pain. He was more resilient than most, but then again, he also wasn't immortal… to his knowledge. Things still hurt. He looked towards the wooden ceiling, where water dripped just inches from his face. He should fix that, Victor hated when the roof leaked.

Sure enough, there was a wooden crate stuffed with folded blankets and quilts, usually for the winter or when the ship traveled to arctic waters. Robert carefully lifted two of them from the crate, then took them over and set them in front of Alphonse and the giant.
“Here you are,” he said. He was beginning to grow tired again, but there were still some things he wanted to know.
“Now, would be comfortable in telling me what happened before you boarded my ship?” He held his hands clasped in front of him, and rose one eyebrow, indicating his lingering confusion.

“I would not be comfortable relaying that to you, no. You would think me mad, like all the others, and I can’t have that.” Victor said. “If you are to offer sanctuary, it should be unconditional. All I’ve been seeing you do is add conditions. I won’t be leaving if you’ll have me, but I also won’t be staying long, mark my words.” Victor took a blanket, handed the larger quilt to his creation, and rested his head on the back of a crate thoughtfully; he was still sitting up but it was clear he was used to sitting up to sleep. "If you push this subject, your life will become certain hell whilst I am here."

(Lol Victor’s just trying to get himself booted out at this point. Anyways, I may not be super active the next few days because of work schedules being hell, one of my co-workers just had a kid so I’m stuck trying to cover for her in order to get extra green paper because I have nothing better to do with my life.)

Robert's brow knotted up again. "You aren't very agreeable, are you sir?" His fingers began to play with each other, making flicking motions or hiding the thumb between two fingers. "And my sanctuary is unconditional. I'm not going to force you overboard if you're not going tell me, I just want to understand what kind of people I provided santuary for. But I suppose you telling me that I would think you mad tells me all I need to know. Perhaps its good that you stay here, away from the upper decks."

(alright! its cool my dude)

Robert's brow knotted up again. "You aren't very agreeable, are you sir?" His fingers began to play with each other, making flicking motions or hiding the thumb between two fingers. "And my sanctuary is unconditional. I'm not going to force you overboard if you're not going tell me, I just want to understand what kind of people I provided santuary for. But I suppose you telling me that I would think you mad tells me all I need to know. Perhaps its good that you stay here, away from the upper decks."

Victor coughed. Loudly. "And that would mean…?" he began, all while the creature began to bite his nails nervously. "I really would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. My supposed "madness", since you seem to assume I am insane. Believe me, you don't even know the beginning of what I've gone through to get where I am today. Why would you know anything about me, hmm?" Victor asked, confrontational. It was in his nature as a Frankenstein to put up a debate, but the problem is, Victor had never cared to learn the rules of discourse.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “And why should I tell you my thoughts, when you won’t tell me anything either? Ah, but unlike you, I like oversharing things, so I’ll tell you anyway.”
Robert caught the giant biting his nails and remembered to lower the volume of his voice. “Well, you may be disagreeable, but not mad… I think. The way you speak can only be that of a man of sound mind, no? So either your madness just runs deeper than that, or what you experienced is the madness, not you yourself. But all the same, staying here would be best for the both of you.”

(Going on vacation for the next couple days!)

(K.)

He couldn’t help but laugh. “And why should I tell you my thoughts, when you won’t tell me anything either? Ah, but unlike you, I like oversharing things, so I’ll tell you anyway.”
Robert caught the giant biting his nails and remembered to lower the volume of his voice. “Well, you may be disagreeable, but not mad… I think. The way you speak can only be that of a man of sound mind, no? So either your madness just runs deeper than that, or what you experienced is the madness, not you yourself. But all the same, staying here would be best for the both of you.”

Victor didn't know how to respond to that. "I'm sure that's what you think." he said distantly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. The creature knew this was bad, when Victor was really upset he always got like this, distant and cold and uncaring more so than usual until he finally snapped, anything could trigger it and anything would get your head cut off by the sharpness of his words, practically.

(Back again queen, had a bit of a scare but I'm fine now.)

(Alright that’s good, good to hear from you ^^)

(Cool.)

He pursed his lips and tilted his head. He’d honestly expected more of a response. “Ah well,” Robert shrugged. “We’re all tired, I suppose. I’ll leave you to your own company.”
He looked over the both of them, giving the giant a curious smile. “Good night. I at least hope that what I’ve provided you with is better than what you left behind.” Giving them each a nod of farewell, he turned to go back to his cabin.

Victor snorted, but still said nothing. What had he left behind? A life, and someone he might have actually even loved for once, however perverse that love was. He'd been rejected of course, it was only natural. Society didn't want people like him, and if he wanted to love someone from that society, he'd inevitably be rejected. But Henry hadn't needed to expose not only him, but also his life's work. That one was just plain offensive to him. There would be people looking to kill him now, or worse, put him in with all the mentals in the hospital or prison or even asylum.

(sorry for Victor's extremely ableist language btw, he's like verrrry neurodivergent himself but he also masks heavily and hates the thought of being a "mental" as he puts it so it's like,,,,, lol okay dude work out your shit yourself.)

(Oh it’s fine, I actually didn’t notice how ableist it was,,, but yeah, anyway I’ll reply soon as I can, I’ve just been very busy for the past couple days)

(No problem, I don't expect you to reply constantly! I just forgot to put that little disclaimer and it was bugging me so… lol.)

(Yeah, hehe)

When Robert returned to his cabin, his gaze landed on his desk. Oh yes, he had been writing a letter to his sister. Well, might as well tell her about what just happened. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, but he could probably spare the time to write something like that.
He sat at the desk, wrote a few sentences, and then his head almost dropped onto the still-wet ink. As such, he immediately changed his mind and retired for the night, praying that the stowaways weren’t robbers who would steal everything in the cargo hold and make a break for it.