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lifeaftr2017-11-14 01:14 am
achievementhunter) wrote in lifeaftr2017-11-14 01:14 am
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
Let's Go In The Garden
Who: Chara, Frisk, and you!
What: Two kids enjoy a classic tale, and a small child decides to intrude on everyone’s personal space.
When: November 13-15th
Where: Near the Storyteller’s Temple, and across the Islets
Warnings: Potential CW for self-harm in the third prompt.
You’ll Find Something Waiting -- 13th
[Just because it’s overcast doesn’t mean that today isn’t still warm. The greatest reprieve to the heat at the height of the day is the ocean breeze sweeping up across the beach and through the trees around the Storyteller’s Temple. It makes for a peaceful area to stop for a while- to sit and think, to wander, to nap. Undoubtedly, a few people would take advantage of this, over the course of the day
Those travelling to and from the islets may hear the voice of one such person relatively close to the mana pool. Their words seem almost practised, spoken in a tone that is almost caught up in what they have to say, almost reverent.]
Yuichi and I are climbing a ladder in the jet-black gloom. Together, we peer into the cauldron of hell. We stare into the bubbling red sea of fire, and the air hitting our faces is so hot it makes us reel…
[A curious person might decide to follow the voice. It wouldn’t take long. And in doing so, they’d come across two children, one reclining against a tree with a well-loved book in hand, carefully holding the pages. The child known as Kidwun continues to read aloud, whilst their Partner….
The child known as Kittu seems to have dozed off. Head in their sibling’s lap, they take no notice of anyone approaching.
Chara does. And whilst their eyes flick up from the pages of the book itself, they continue speaking- continue reading a story that, apparently, they don’t really need the book to read aloud, anymore.]
But the place we are in right now is just too dreadful. It is not a place where two people can make a life together.
Although I had been earnestly daydreaming until then, I suddenly started to laugh. “I see two lovers standing over the edge of the cauldron to hell. Are they contemplating a double suicide? This means their love will end in hell.”
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Right There Where You Left It -- 13 to the 15th
There’s a child with a mission, stalking across the island. Knocking on doors and approaching anyone who doesn’t quite belong in this realm. Not keen on talking with them? Tough, really. If anything, it’s those who seem to be going out of their way to step around them that Chara haunts the most, insistently dogging their heels until they give up, and deal with what the child has to say.
This is their time to shine, after all. Their time, to do what they do best.
“Forgive my intrusion, but may I steal a moment of your time? I would like to ask you a few questions.”
Ignore any signs they’re unwelcome in their continued endeavors to be as invasive as possible.
[[OOC: there’s a handy little OOC post for this; if you haven’t checked it out yet, please do, even if you’d like to thread a conversation!]]
Everything Stays, But It Still Changes -- early mornings, 13th to 15th
If the past six weeks have proven anything, it is that Chara has a weakness they can no longer ignore. Guzma has made mention of it. Connor has made mention of it. More than once, this gap of experience has nearly led to their doom… so perhaps it’s time to do something about it.
Sneaking away from their hut in the early morning, Chara chooses a section of beach that’s not too far from the Storyteller’s temple, but not too close. If they make a serious error, a call for help may still prove fortuitous… and hopefully, no one will stumble across them otherwise. For several minutes, Chara stands at the shoreline. Simply staring out at the waves as they lose themself in thought.
Then they make a face, and pull off their shoes. The knife strapped to their hip follows… and four more after it, stowed away in their pack and carefully hidden from view. The last, important piece? A heart-shaped locket, stowed away in their left shoe. Even if someone were to make their way into their pack without Chara noticing, they wouldn’t find that.
Heaven help them if they did.
And that is all the excuses they have to stall, before avoiding what they must do becomes innate procrastination. Expression still sour, the child steps into the waves, deeper and deeper. When the water reaches their chest, they stop, once again looking about carefully, just to ensure that absolutely no one is watching.
Hours later, they don’t really care. Flopping about in the waves, Chara is clearly making- an attempt at….something. Kicking off the ground and flailing their arms and legs, until they inevitably sink below the surface.
So anyway learning to swim unassisted is going Super Well.
What: Two kids enjoy a classic tale, and a small child decides to intrude on everyone’s personal space.
When: November 13-15th
Where: Near the Storyteller’s Temple, and across the Islets
Warnings: Potential CW for self-harm in the third prompt.
You’ll Find Something Waiting -- 13th
[Just because it’s overcast doesn’t mean that today isn’t still warm. The greatest reprieve to the heat at the height of the day is the ocean breeze sweeping up across the beach and through the trees around the Storyteller’s Temple. It makes for a peaceful area to stop for a while- to sit and think, to wander, to nap. Undoubtedly, a few people would take advantage of this, over the course of the day
Those travelling to and from the islets may hear the voice of one such person relatively close to the mana pool. Their words seem almost practised, spoken in a tone that is almost caught up in what they have to say, almost reverent.]
Yuichi and I are climbing a ladder in the jet-black gloom. Together, we peer into the cauldron of hell. We stare into the bubbling red sea of fire, and the air hitting our faces is so hot it makes us reel…
[A curious person might decide to follow the voice. It wouldn’t take long. And in doing so, they’d come across two children, one reclining against a tree with a well-loved book in hand, carefully holding the pages. The child known as Kidwun continues to read aloud, whilst their Partner….
The child known as Kittu seems to have dozed off. Head in their sibling’s lap, they take no notice of anyone approaching.
Chara does. And whilst their eyes flick up from the pages of the book itself, they continue speaking- continue reading a story that, apparently, they don’t really need the book to read aloud, anymore.]
But the place we are in right now is just too dreadful. It is not a place where two people can make a life together.
Although I had been earnestly daydreaming until then, I suddenly started to laugh. “I see two lovers standing over the edge of the cauldron to hell. Are they contemplating a double suicide? This means their love will end in hell.”
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Right There Where You Left It -- 13 to the 15th
There’s a child with a mission, stalking across the island. Knocking on doors and approaching anyone who doesn’t quite belong in this realm. Not keen on talking with them? Tough, really. If anything, it’s those who seem to be going out of their way to step around them that Chara haunts the most, insistently dogging their heels until they give up, and deal with what the child has to say.
This is their time to shine, after all. Their time, to do what they do best.
“Forgive my intrusion, but may I steal a moment of your time? I would like to ask you a few questions.”
Ignore any signs they’re unwelcome in their continued endeavors to be as invasive as possible.
[[OOC: there’s a handy little OOC post for this; if you haven’t checked it out yet, please do, even if you’d like to thread a conversation!]]
Everything Stays, But It Still Changes -- early mornings, 13th to 15th
If the past six weeks have proven anything, it is that Chara has a weakness they can no longer ignore. Guzma has made mention of it. Connor has made mention of it. More than once, this gap of experience has nearly led to their doom… so perhaps it’s time to do something about it.
Sneaking away from their hut in the early morning, Chara chooses a section of beach that’s not too far from the Storyteller’s temple, but not too close. If they make a serious error, a call for help may still prove fortuitous… and hopefully, no one will stumble across them otherwise. For several minutes, Chara stands at the shoreline. Simply staring out at the waves as they lose themself in thought.
Then they make a face, and pull off their shoes. The knife strapped to their hip follows… and four more after it, stowed away in their pack and carefully hidden from view. The last, important piece? A heart-shaped locket, stowed away in their left shoe. Even if someone were to make their way into their pack without Chara noticing, they wouldn’t find that.
Heaven help them if they did.
And that is all the excuses they have to stall, before avoiding what they must do becomes innate procrastination. Expression still sour, the child steps into the waves, deeper and deeper. When the water reaches their chest, they stop, once again looking about carefully, just to ensure that absolutely no one is watching.
Hours later, they don’t really care. Flopping about in the waves, Chara is clearly making- an attempt at….something. Kicking off the ground and flailing their arms and legs, until they inevitably sink below the surface.
So anyway learning to swim unassisted is going Super Well.
storytime!
Probably.
She's not sure what to make the of story being told to the sleepy child in Kidwun's lap, but hearing their voice is a nice. Seeing them with another child, who bears such a resemblance to them it has to be their sibling, elicits a greater feeling of relief. They look okay-both of them. There are no crystals poking out of their skin or distressed expressions that indicate some kind of loss. It's fine. They're fine.
There are two problems now-she wants to listen to the rest of the story and she doesn't want to wake the kid up. There's a big, internal struggle on how to deal with this before she settles on plopping herself on the ground. A few feet away, but she doesn't try to hide her presence. Nor does she try to hide the cat in her arms. He's a good boy though. He'll stay quiet, promise.
So what's up beans? A rude child is here and watching them like it's the latest episode of Sesame Street. Let's hear the rest. There better be some cats in this.]
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[Sorry Ren; there's no cats in this one, though there is plenty of death. Plenty of philosophical discussions regarding it, as well. It's their favorite (and Frisk's as well) for a reason-- relatable in a way that much the two had been exposed to in their lives never could be. They were both Mikage, cast adrift in a world without their Yuuchi; at the very epicenter of death.
At least Chara spins a good tale, voice unfaltering and just dramatic enough to weave the emotions the book recalled from their own experiences. A little too caught up, just yet, to catch sight of their silent guest.]
Yuichi was fast asleep on the sofa. From the smile on his face, he seemed pleased to have fallen asleep before me. He didn't bat an eyelash when I pulled a quilt over him.
I washed the enormous pile of dishes as quietly as possible, and I cried and cried. Of course it wasn't over having to do all those dishes; I was crying for having been left behind in the night, paralyzed by loneliness.
[There's a lull; a three line gap which marks the shift to a new chapter, which is precisely the lull Chara uses to look up. Whilst... surprised, they take their time in looking her over, as well.
No crystals. Maybe Lup found her, before it was too late.]
Greetings.
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Unless, they were unable to wake from their slumber, leaving the other person all alone. It would make sense why they cried then and Ren understands that feeling of reaching out to another, knowing they wouldn't wake up.
What a depressing story.
She pets the cat in her lap, mimicking Kidwun's-]
Greetings.
[Back to them. Do they like to say hi that way?? She'll learn. Her voice remains quiet to avoid disturbing the sleepy child in their lap.]
Will Yuichi wake up again and hold their hand?
[Please say this ends happily ever after with castles and magic carriages.]
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Of course. In this part of the story, Yuichi and Mikage have just lost Yuichi's mother. Both are grieving in their own way- in her loss, Mikage feels more alone than ever.
But that is hardly the end of the story.
[Look Ren do you really want to start this they will stan for Kitchen into the next eternity.]
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The person wakes up and that's all it takes to pull her attention back to the tale itself. They get to hold hands again-it might have a happy ending and she wants to know if it does.]
How does it end?
[And then, recalling the few stories she knows-]
Do they eat porridge together?
[Another pause. Or-]
Is there a caterpillar?
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[And early morning takeaway, far from home. That's a situation that would take far too long to explain, however- and if she really wants to know, she could just ask them to read it.
Chara has a feeling she won't be asking for that. It's probably for the best, really.]</small. And many other meals together. Unfortunately, there is a serious lack of animals in this story.