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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.
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Guzma's thoughts are broken as he shakes out his hair, smoothing most of the white parts back as best he can. Oh, here we go... He raises a brow and snorts.]
Right...so I guess I'll just go on and ask 'em myself, then. [He stretches, turning his head left and right with a few satisfying pops, and reaches to put his hoodie back on, leaving his tank hanging over one arm.] Since I don't think it your right to be making decisions for other people, yeah.
Anyway, nice job for a first-timer. Y'all did better'n I expected...given you straight up sucked the first time. When you wanna learn more, look me up, m'here all day every day. [And as he shakes out his pants, grabs his shoes and socks, Guzma turns to go.]
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I am hard pressed to believe I have not made this simple enough for you, sir. But I will say it one more time.
[One more time, because he's earned that much. Any further, and he is just as accountable for his own actions as any other.]
I am not asking you to not extend this offer to my sibling. I am telling you that you will not be alone with them in this manner. You are overstepping a line you do not wish to cross.
And if you continue, I will kill you. And I will continue to kill you, until the point has been made.
[Got it this time, buddy pal?]
Don't push your luck, sir.
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A day. That's not going to cut it, sorry.]
Yeah? Well, take a ticket and get in line, kid. Y'ain't the first to have a hit on my backside, and definitely not the last... Now, if we're done for today, I'm heading home. [He snorts, throws his hoodie over his shoulder, and goes. You can take that little toothpicks and stuff it down your throat, anklebiter.]
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And then they flip him off because whatever heck you too.]