#section 10

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— Pedro Salinas, a poem titled, The Voice I Owe To You, section 10, in the book Memory In My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas, translated by Ruth Katz Crispin

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Relationships (Elizabeth's pov)

Doccier masterpost for Elizabeth and all sections it's highly recommended that you start at section 1 if you've never encountered her doccier before. Everything is chronological.

This is section 10.

Masterpost of everything regarding CivilTale (and Elizabeth)

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Warnings

It doesn't have anything that needs a content warning.

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★Sans★

Elizabeth instantaneously became "attached" (intrigued) to Sans as soon as she met him. The reason for that being because of Sans's honesty: His ill manners, his nonchalant nature, his actual friendliness. It was so... Different. Different and completely new to Elizabeth. At first, it was basically a culture shock seeing such a person who is LITERALLY the opposite of her.

She felt envy. Envy of his (perceived) honesty to himself. She wanted to be him. Be like him! She follows him around not just to see what this guy does next, but because perhaps, she wants to learn how he is the way he is, and how she can do what he does too.

To add a little more insight, another reason why she became "attached" to Sans and trusted him enough to start following him around, is because of his height! Him being a full foot shorter than her really helped making him look even less intimidating lol.

★Papyrus★

She's fond of Papyrus: his ego, his boisterous nature, his silly antics, (allbeight wearily because sometimes as an introvert, she just needs some quiet, but she loves the skele-bro. :3), AND ESPECIALLY his kindness.

★When she first met him, his EXTREME height (of eight foot) terrified her. I mean- an eight foot tall talking (more like dramatically yelling but okay) skeleton!? AHHHHHHH. But after awhile of him just being- Well, Papyrus. She realized he wasn't as intimidating as she believed. Maybe she was wrong... Maybe she's been a bit too stubborn?.. Maybe she's been narrow-minded.

★When she began to sleep at their house, she felt like she was taking advantage of them because she didn't entirely trust them at the time. She allowed herself to sleepover at their house as a "survival thing."

↓Yap about what I mean by "survival thing"↓

This also is what I meant by resourceful all the way back. She is that, yes, but I'm looking for another word to describe her. The word I'm looking for doesn't fully fit under the definition of "selfish", as she takes others opinions and being into consideration to a concerning degree.

The word I'm looking for also fits under "survivalist". She puts her survival first like a rabbit. She flees to survive, but she also does it because to her it's a win-win situation. It appeases the enemy since there is no more conflict. This way, she takes her selfish desire to survive, and the enemy and it's desires, into account in a balance.

↑END OF YAP↑

But... They grew on her. And in time... Became her first friends. They showed, and helped her learn, a little more kindness. Especially Papyrus! Papyrus gave her hope and taught her better morals than what she was raised around. That people aren't a collection of factors, stereotypes, and likelihoods of pain, but are more complicated and real that she thought. That she should give everybody, no matter what the look like, a chance to prove themselves.

He really is the bestest friend she could have ever asked for.

★Undyne★

Terrified of her. She heard that Undyne is head of the royal guard and that Royal Guardsmen take human SOUL's so the barrier can be broken. This girl DOES NOT wanna die. This is part of the reason why she doesn't leave Snowdin.

Although, after she finds out (in the future) that Undyne is Papyrus's best friend and is chiller (less murderous) than she thought, her fear lessens as she attempts to explore the underground.

Undyne intrigued and confuses Elizabeth because of how fierce Undyne was "for a woman". Due to her family, a loud independent woman and woman being head of a GUARD or AUTHORITY was ABSOLUTELY unheard of. It kinda... Empowers and inspires her?? Elizabeth projects her sexist expectations onto herself and the woman around her and Undyne breaks those expectations every. Single. Time.

Undyne does the things Elizabeth thought she couldn't. The things she thought woman couldn't. More importantly, she herself couldn't. It gave her hope and confidence (after she learned she wasn't a child murderer like she first thought! Heh) seeing what she thought was impossible, possible. It made her start to think "maybe I could do that too.."

★Toriel★

Elizabeth: was on edge around Toriel due to her tallness and the fact Toriel kept referring to her as "my child", but as she spent more time with her, she realized that Toriel was chiller than she thought. They become somewhat friends. Kinda like aaa.. Distant Grandaunt and Grandniece???? I dunno Toriel's old and friends with her dad. (Sans :3)

Sorry if this sounds bare bones I haven't played Undertale before and I don't know anything about Toriel lol

★William Rose Johnson III★

Her biological father.

★Mary Von Johnson★

Her biological mother.

↓Concept idea yap ↓

★Mary used to be like Elizabeth. Her father and mother were completely strict. Mary is obsessed with normalcy! This is why she didn't end up disliking posh people like Elizabeth, but instead gave up fighting and even fell in love with one (William). Now don't get me mixed up. Her past parallels Elizabeth a bit and is a little sympathetic, but that's her past. She chose to be the way she is now. She has seen outs. Outs from her marriage.

And she never took them. Why? Because she found that she enjoys the way she has control over her family now instead of the opposite. Especially control Elizabeth.

She is not a good person. She is also a "little" bonkers.

Deadass might be a yandere for neatness because when Elizabeth fell out of line?

She was okay with William's plan to kill her.

She didn't want a toy that kept messing up her polished life. And Elizabeth was too... "Like her past self" for Mary's taste. She'd rather get rid of that.

Such a bitter and hypocritical woman...

★Mary has crazy internalized misogyny so she automatically liked George more than Elizabeth.

★She gives more love to her son because he he is more charismatic. Less "meek" than Elizabeth was. It's twisted how she cared less when he was disobedient than when Elizabeth ATTEMPTED to be. George hit somebody? Hey! Don't do that again. ... Suppers ready!~ Elizabeth pushed a boy that was yelling at her at school? Go to your fucking room.

★She doesn't like seeing, reading, or interacting with things that are genuinely pitiful.

★William is like Mary's parents. Not sympathetic. (?) He was like this from the start and perpetuates the cycle of suffering to the poor people of Elizabeth's town. He was raised to be better than people, especially woman, and believed it to be true to make him feel better about the heels he himself were stabbed with.

★I kinda want William and Mary to be foils to each other. Sure, William was like this from the start, but... Did he want to stay that way as a child? Did Mary want to change as a child? In the end, they became just like the other.

★Anyway- I want them to envious of the other for the way they approach life??? Idk what I'm saying.

Mary was less stubborn as him as a child so she read and get along better with her peers more.

William was bolder, more adventurous, and ruder.

★(BUT they both got their education of course I'm just saying who has more than who here.)

Together they have book smarts, street smarts and social smarts! And both want to be the other.

Anyway, they do generally love each other somehow. They got CRAZY chemistry. It's toxic tho and their chemistry probably explodes the lab since their both flipping abusers.

★All this could change at any point. I'm just saying an idea to make them more interesting than just "Elizabeth's abusers".

Also chat I just copy and pasted Enid and Sophronia into mellowed down versions of them??? THE PERSONALITY PART IS THEM DOWN TO THE CHILDHOOD???HELPPP??? WHAT DO I DO I NEED TO FIX THIS AND MAKE THEM DIFFERENT FROM ENID AND SOPHRONIA??? THIS IS 100% ALL GONNA HAVE TO CHANGE OR GO. 😭🙏🙏

↑End of concept idea yap↑

★George Von Johnson★

Her little brother.

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Last section: Dislikes TW: Simple mention of blood and gangs, but that's it.

Next section: Relationships (aforementioned characters pov)

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Chicago Tribune TV Week, March 4-10, 1973, Section 10

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US senator and boston red sox fan chris murphy agreeing that his name twin has been great out of the bullpen for the sox, causing the original tweet to be flooded with angry MAGAs not realizing tyler is talking about baseball.

[flatland-a-2024-translation]

Section 10. Of the Suppression of the Chromatic Sedition

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The agitation for the Universal Color Bill continued for three years, and up until the very last minute, it seemed as though Anarchy were going to triumph.

A whole army of Polygons, who came together to fight as private soldiers, was utterly annihilated by a larger force of Isosceles Triangles.

The Squares and Pentagons, meanwhile, remained neutral.

But worst of all, some of our best Circles fell prey to domestic fury.

Infuriated by their political differences, many wives in noble homes tirelessly nagged their lords to give up their opposition to the Color Bill. And some Wives, when they realized their efforts were in vain, became enraged, and slaughtered their innocent children and their husband alike, and died themselves in carrying out the crime.

Our history books record that during this three year agitation, no less than twenty-three Circles were murdered in their own homes.

The threat was very real. It seemed as though the only options left to the Priests were submission or extermination…

But suddenly the course of events was completely changed by one of those perfect events that Statesmen should always take advantage of, try to anticipate, and sometimes, even Create themselves, because they hold so much power over the sympathies of the people.

The story varies a little, but goes generally like this: An Isosceles of a low type, with a brain hardly, (if at all), above four degrees, robbed an Equilateral Tradesman’s shop, stealing several paints.

In some versions of the story, he painted himself. In others, he “caused himself to be painted”, in some unexplained way. But no matter what version of the story it is, the end result is the same: he is now painted in the twelve colors of a Dodecagon.

Going to the Marketplace, he used a false voice to greet the orphaned daughter of a noble Polygon, who he had been in love with for a long time.

With his disguise in place, and with the help of both a long string of perfectly convenient accidents, and an absolutely absurd level of neglect on the part of the girl’s family to prevent just such things from happening, he succeeded in marrying her, and they consummated the marriage on their wedding night.

When the girl realized the fraud she had fallen victim to, she committed suicide.

When the news of this catastrophe spread from Country to Country, the minds of the Women were violently agitated. Sympathy for the miserable victim, and fear that similar deceptions might happen to themselves, their sisters, and their daughters, made them all see the Color Bill in an entirely new light.

Many immediately declared themselves enemies of the Bill, and the rest only needed a slight nudge to do the same.

Seizing this golden opportunity, the Circles hastily called together an extraordinary Assembly of Countries, and, along with the regular guard of Convicts, they made sure that a large number of reactionary Women would be there.

In this unheard of crowd, the Chief Circle of those days, whose name was Pantocyclus, rose to speak, and found himself being hissed and booed at by a hundred and twenty thousand Isosceles.

But he silenced them all by declaring that, from that moment forward, the Circles would begin a new policy of Concession, give in to the wishes of the majority, and accept the Color Bill.

The angry uproar immediately changed into applause, and Pantocyclus invited Chromatistes, the Pentagon who was the original inventor of color and leader of this Sedition, to make his way to the center of the room to receive the surrender of the Circularchy.

And then Pantocyclus began a speech, a masterpiece of talking points, which took nearly the entire day to complete, and cannot be summarized in any way that would do it justice.

With a grave appearance of neutrality, he declared that, because the Circles were finally committing themselves to the Reform, they wanted to take the time to examine the subject in its entirety, its flaws as well as its advantages.

Slowly, they introduced the idea of the dangers this Bill could pose to the Equillateral Tradesmen and the Square and Pentagon gentlemen, and silenced the rising objections of the Isosceles by reminding them that, despite these flaws in their Bill, the Circles would still accept it as long as it was the wish of the majority.

But it became clear that with this part of his speech, he had managed to bring everyone but the Isosceles to be either neutral, or actively against the Bill.

And then he turned to the Workmen, the highest ranking Isosceles, and asserted that their interests should be taken into consideration as well, and if they really wanted to accept the Color Bill, they should only do so with full awareness of the consequences.

Many of them, he said, were on the point of being accepted into the class of Regular Triangles. Others could expect this honor for their children, even if they couldn’t receive it themselves.

If the Color Bill passed, this honor they were so close to achieving would have to be sacrificed.

With the universal adoption of Color, distinctions between Classes would no longer exist – Regularity would be confused with Irregularity, and the social progression they had worked for generations to achieve would begin to slip backwards, and within a few generations the Workmen would be degraded to the level of the Military, or even the Criminal Class altogether. Political power would fall into the hands of those with the greatest numbers, which would be the Criminals, if the regular Compensative Laws of Nature were violated by enacting the Color Bill.

A murmur of agreement ran through the ranks of the Workmen, and Chromatistes, in alarm, tried to step forward to speak to them.

But he found himself surrounded by guards of the Criminal class, and was forced to remain silent while the Chief Circle, with a few passionate words, made his last appeal, this time to the Women, exclaiming that, if the Color Bill passed, no marriage would be safe, no Woman’s honor secure! Fraud, deception, and trickery would invade every household, and their domestic bliss would go the same way as the rest of society, and become a living hell.

“Sooner than this,” he cried, “Come death!”

This was the signal that had been planned in advance, and, at the sound of these words, the Criminals surrounding him transfixed Chromatistes, while the Equilaterals parted their ranks, making way for a band of Reactionary Women who, by the order of the Circles, moved backwards, making them almost invisible to the Isosceles Soldiers they were going to murder. The Workmen, automatically following the example of their betters, also moved to let the Women through without thinking.

At each exit, more bands of Criminals formed an impenetrable phalanx.

The battle, which was more like a massacre, did not last very long. Under the skillful guidance of the Circles, almost every Woman’s first attack resulted in the death of her target, and many of the Women were even able to extract their stingers unharmed, ready for a second round of slaughter.

But there was no need for a second assault; the rabble of the surviving Isosceles did the job for them. Surprised, leaderless, attacked by invisible foes, with all escape routs cut off by the Criminals, they immediately – predictably – lost all pretense of intelligence, and began to shout, “Traitors!”

This sealed their fate.

Every Isosceles now saw every other one as a deadly enemy. Within half an hour, all of them were dead, and the fragments of over a hundred and forty thousand Criminals proved that Order had triumphed over Chaos.

The Circles wasted no time in pushing their victory all the way through. The Workmen were decimate – every tenth man transfixed without mercy or hesitation.

The Militia of the Equilaterals was called forward, and every Triangle reasonably suspected of Irregularity was immediately destroyed by Court Martial, without waiting for any measurements to be taken by the Social Board.

The homes of the Soldiers and Workmen were subject to series of inspections that could continue for more than a year, and during this time, every town, village, and hamlet was purged of all the degenerate Criminals who had been allowed to multiply unchecked thanks to the refusal to pay tribute to the Schools and University, and because of all of the other Laws of the Constitution of Flatland that had been violated since the creation of Color.

This is how the Natural balance of the classes was once again restored.

Needless to say that the use of Color for painting was outlawed, and even owning it became illegal. Even just using any words to describe Colors, except by Circles or sanctioned Scientific Teachers, was punished severely.

There are rumors that, in the very highest and most specialized University classes, color is still used sometimes to illustrate some of the most complex problems of higher mathematics, but I have never had the privilege of attending any of these classes, so this is only rumor.

Aside from these rumors, color is non-existent in Flatland now. The art of making it is only known to one living person at a time: the Chief Circle, and that knowledge is passed down to his Successor only on his death-bed.

Only one factory in all of Flatland still produces Color, and to prevent the secrets of its creation from getting out, the teams of Workmen are executed each year, and a fresh team of workers brought in to continue production, so great is the terror that, to this day, our Aristocracy still feels when looking back to the long-ago days of the Universal Color Bill.

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[brave-symphonia]

I don’t believe we’ve ever met Tohno.

Of course not.

Tohno really sounds a lot like Tohsaka.

Must be a coincidence, though.

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Our magic number is 10!

10 is of course Hunter Renfroe and also section 10 podcast. (I have mixed feelings on this podcast)

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Benny on Section 10