I Think I Got Too Many Memories Getting In The Way Of Me

[achievementhunter]

Who: Anyone willing to deal with an armed, violent-prone child having a tantrum
What: Chara's horrible, no good, very bad day. Someone's getting stabbed! Potentially multiple people! Someone's getting punched in the face! Potentially multiple people!
When: 11th to the 13th of April
Where: everywhere
Warnings: violence, stabbings, generally please don't tag into this if you're not into your character being physically or verbally attacked f-ff


11th - Even At The Best Of Times I'm Out Of My Mind | Islet One

They aren't the type of child who seeks out others, when something happens. Something awful, something utterly out of their control. They do not want to talk about it. They will not cry, nor sulk. There will be very few, if history has proven anything, who will even realize they have been slighted in some way at all.

And then there are those who are on island one when Chara walks up to that now empty abode. And perhaps, they will also not realize that anything is out of the norm-- but they'll certainly take stock of the suddenly flaming knife in their hand, the very same one that embeds itself in the cottage with four, additional rooms added to it, the one with no owner.

The knife, still on fire, remains embedded in now smoking wood. Calmly, Chara takes out a second knife.

And up in flames that one goes, as well.



11-13th - You Only Get What You Grieve | E4

According to some, setting houses on fire is not a healthy outlet for stress.

Which, realistically, is probably fair. The solution to this problem is not to stab inanimate objects, no sir. So how about some animate ones, instead?

The fact that the centipuppies are kind of cute doesn't mitigate the issues they cause- a pack of the creatures could go after a singular target with ease. A cute nuisance. A potentially dangerous nuisance. There would likely be one or two people not too keen on the burning carcasses they've left strewn about the place, but centipuppies aren't docile. They're not a rare creature upon Enso, either; ridding the beach of a single pack isn't problematic at all.

Not even slightly.

If anything, the ordeal becomings something of a mind numbing task, child walking up and down the stretch of the beach, watching out for stragglers. For the next two days, it's all they're going to do. Walk. Wait. And when the situation calls for it

Lash out.



13th, closed to Frisk, Lup, and Tim - Are You Smelling That Shit? | Islet 3
[Their flowers are wilted.

Three days without attention, and Chara should have expected this, really. It's not as if the plants themselves are going to die; they're sturdy enough to take a bit of thirst, a slight amount of burn at the edges of their petals from a harsh sun. The majority of them will love; there are even more shoots to grow, ready to take the place of those that won't.

But there are those that won't.

Frowning critically, Chara considers- the various things they could and should be doing, at this point. Carefully pruning the leaves and picking off the wilted buds, mixing the earth with some more most soil. Watering them all. It's a sizeable enough patch now that it should take a few hours for just the one person- plenty enough to keep them moving until they're tired, ready to find... perhaps ready to collapse into their hammock, after a few days of sleeping outside.

And yet, they don't move just yet. There's so much to do here- and moreso, if they would pay attention to anything else. They haven't been looking for food, the past few days. Haven't been collecting resources to trade with Lup and Taako. Haven't been to the new island past a brief, cursory look; the familiar, tell-tale itch of curiosity absent. Haven't spoken to Frisk or Tim since he-- since this started. There is a great deal to do.

They don't move just yet.]

Comments

12th

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight had hesitated to approach at first; not out of fear (the Knight fears very little, even fire, which contains a part of light's burning nature), but out of an odd kind of respect. They don't know much about Chara, after all. They know of them, moreso.

But this act, mindless violence looking for a purpose, is something they understand a little better. They approach without much caution, watching as Chara finishes stabbing one of the strange monsters that lives on this island, and then wandering over to stare up at them, apparently expressionless.

What they're waiting for is somewhat of a mystery; they don't talk, or write, or sign. But they are waiting, all the same, for something to happen. ]

[achievementhunter]

[Motion, out of the corner of their eye, has them spinning instantly; on the offensive before it registers just who, not what, they're looking down at. There's recognition, certainly- a pause before Chara begins wiping down their bloodied knife quietly waiting for something as well. A word- a gesture.

Something that doesn't come as their already short patience frays out completely, voice terse as they initiate communication.]

Did you require something?

[lightlessfuture]

[ They contemplate the question for a moment, and then pull out their sword in a swift motion.

They gesture with it, at Chara's own knife.

They have very little in the way of words to offer, but perhaps there is another way to convey feelings.

In short: hey wanna fight ]

11th

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis has grown used to the smell of fire and smoke lingering around some parts of the islets. Generally, it's in places where people cook or are taking on certain building projects. This location, though, he knows is neither. In fact, if his mental map is correct (and it most certainly is) this is the location of one of their run down shelters. Even with the poor state most are in, he's fairly certain fire isn't going to help make them better.

He stops a short way out from the building, glad that the fire at least hasn't advanced enough he can feel the flames from there, but curious when he hears the familiar sound of a blade burying itself in wood.]

Is this according to plan or shall I go fetch some water?

[achievementhunter]

[If they'd been looking to avoid an audience, this would have been the type of action better done in the middle of the night. It's the audience they've gained, however, that forces Chara to acknowledge it- acknowledge him, mind racing but courtesy dictating an unspoken, personal rule, to never allow him to be at a disadvantage when it comes to identifying their presence.]

To plan. [They acknowledge, voice clipped. And out comes a third knife, set alight and slammed into the front door. Three down-- three to go.]

11th

[tomodachi]

[... Uh. That sure is a house that kid is setting on fire.]

Oi, what the hell are you doing?

[achievementhunter]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[Because they're certainly not baking a cake.]

E4 - 12th or 13th

[suspecteverything]

Having searched the beach areas near his temporary home, Jules has recently decided to start checking out the other one. It isn't terribly far from where he's staying, and the extra traveling allows him to hunt for supplies.

He'd spotted Chara hunting along the beaches the first day and had generally ignored her - at least as much as he ever ignored anyway who was a potential threat, which for him was anyone he didn't know. She may nor may not have even known he was there. He hadn't been expecting to find here there the second day, and when he did, it perplexed him. Jules doesn't really understand why she's doing what she's doing.

"So you're still here, huh?"

While he's made his presence known, he's still giving her her space.

Just an fyi my dude Chara is nonbinary!

[achievementhunter]

Smart of him. They've been aware of his presence about the place- it's simply a matter of not caring. He wasn't in the way; wasn't speaking to them before, becoming a mutual game of ignorance by choice which is over now, apparently.

"Yes." That much is obvious, sir. Chara looks at him with an expression bordering on hostile, not familiar nor willing to become familiar with yet another human adult. "May I help you, sir?"

13th

[souldeterminant]

[The flowers are wilting.]

[Someone has to take care of them, of course. Someone always has to take care of them. Day two passes and the sun begins to retake the golden vibrance from their petals. Frisk doesn't say anything. Day three, and the flowers begin to wilt. There's a joke, one they don't remember too well anymore, about children who played in the mud. The soil is dry and sticks to their skin like dust when they push their finger in to the knuckle.]

[They don't really care about the flowers.]

[Their Partner has never been someone they've had to seek out. The jungles are dark and deep, and all paths travel in miles, leading only to each other. When they find Chara, it's because they're still walking. They're still going. Determination.]

[It's become second nature to open their SOUL with a flurry of light; start those click-note musics, the tendrils of sound that look for their second half in another SOUL.]

[Something stops them, this time.]

[They simply watch.]

Re: 13th

[achievementhunter]

[Usually, they don't have to look, to register Frisk's presence. Two SOULs that sparked at a moments recognition, simply by being close enough to feel

What gives Frisk away, this time, is the tell-tale prickling at the back of Chara's neck. The same, hyperaware paranoia that would pick anyone up, lifting their head and glancing back with an expression that is both dour and to most, unreadable.
Except, perhaps, the very person who stood with them at the edge of the cauldron to hell. How good, they'd both thought.
They were fools.
There is no invitation to join them, this time. They've already played in the dust together, far too much.]

Do you require something?

12th

[ichininyaanshi]

[Centipuppies are sort of cute, but he has no love in his deficient little soul for them; not since they tried to eat his brother and consequently stranded him up a tree several months back. This compilation of charred carcasses strewn across a gorgeous beach is... pretty morbid, sure, more extreme than he probably would have wished on the things collectively, but he's really not that torn up about it.]

[Honestly, he's mostly just curious what the hell is happening here.]

[So, on a whim, Ichimatsu follows the trail. At first, he gives the corpses a wide berth, but when it becomes apparent to him that they're well and truly dead, he gets bolder; he approaches one or two, kicks them over with the heel of his sneaker, leans in close and inspects the damage. Pretty gross. Kind of a waste, too... oh well.]

[He doesn't make much progress, overall. It's only when he glances up and sees a vaguely familiar child stalking across the beach that it begins clicking into place. That kid... yeah, he remembers them.]

[More than just an angry face, are they?]

[achievementhunter]

[They could trade the meat to the elves. It would be far more useful than leaving the hucks on the ground for scavengers to pick apart, in addition to explaining their absence these past few days. However, Chara's not looking for an excuse. Frisk and Tim know full well what has occurred. If they do not wish to locate them, that is fine.

They're not needed, right now.

Ichimatsu enters the corner of their vision as he nudges a corpse with his foot- not the type of scavenger they had in mind, but he fits. He likes taking things that don't belong to him.

It's that thought which leads to Chara approaching him, expression stony. Polite greetings are discarded in favor of getting to the point.]

My knife.

You will return it.

13th

[catpiper]

[Had she not seen Kidwun take out one of those weird creatures, her first thought would've been to run far, far away from the carcasses and find another stretch of beach to collect seashells on.

But it's them. They're safe and as odd as their movements are, it's not entirely out of place. Those dogs attack, the child in question is brave, and the slaughter doesn't feel like a stretch. They're protecting people by doing this. It makes sense.

She follows them with her eyes, staying quiet until she's sure all the remaining creatures are actually dead, and finally makes herself known by saying-]

I think they're all gone. It's okay now.

[achievementhunter]

[When she speaks up, there's a moment where they almost feel-- guilty. For exposing her to this. Chara turns eyes falling on anything but her; on a tree they'd singed, somehow. One of centipuppies, glassy eyes fixed on nothing at all.

Only after they've run out of options do they look at her, affixing an expression of calm on their face, best they can.]

Greetings Ren. There may still be more about, perhaps [A pause, faltering.] Perhaps I should escort you back to the temple.

[And away from just one more mess they've made, just by being around.]

13th

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet did not expect to see Chara stabbing a wild dog creature to death today when she walked onto this beach, but this is apparently just the way things are right now. Her first impulse is to reach out, concerned and supportive, but she's figured out by now that they tend to reject that sort of thing even on good days.]

[It doesn't look like this is a good day.]

[So instead she steps forward onto the beach from the treeline, making herself clearly visible to them, but not getting too close. Near enough to have a conversation, at least, without actually putting herself inside their personal space.]

Any injuries, dearie? Those creatures do have a nasty bite.

[Still an offer of help, perhaps- but one worded in a way that gives them an out, focused on straightforward physical problems instead of outright asking about their emotional state.]

[These are small kindnesses, perhaps. But one does what one can to soften a blow.]

[achievementhunter]

[On a good day, they'd appreciate her respect of their boundaries. It is not a good day- her presence alone enough to garner a pointedly blank stare regardless of her conscious effort to make her approach known.]

I am fine. [And if they weren't, that would be fine too.

11th

[yallstupid]

[The smell catches him first - smoke, and smoldering wood. It's not a blaze yet, but if left unchecked, it very well could be. Guzma's own home is not far from this one, and he knows the route here very well. He and Wade would often spar, or train their pokemon together - an equal partnership where one mentors the other on things the other does not know. Guzma on learning to actually fight - martial arts and even some weapons handling - and Wade on pokemon battling and information on little Tibia's growth patterns and movesets, weaknesses, and strengths.

He knows they're both gone. The house was empty when he went to visit them one day, the usual time. He's only here now because the house marks his path to the mana pool, to gather supplies and food. Or perhaps, he hasn't yet learned to take another way around.

He spots Chara, the flaming knife, and the very air around them. Oh, he knows...he knows this feeling. It's how he'd felt the first day after Luna left, too. Angry, destructive, bitter, wanting to just take everything of hers and toss it into the sea. He wonders how man things were left unbroken, in his blind rage. How many pieces he had to pick up, after the cooldown. How broken he felt himself, looking at everything he wrecked. There's no point to it, either. After everything, he couldn't forget either way.

So he wanders up to the child, halts at their side, and shoves his hands into his pockets. Guzma rolls Golisopod's pokeball between his thumb and forefinger, waiting. The big insect could douse the whole house with a swift Waterfall, but Guzma waits to command him. He's curious.]

Hey, so, uh...tell me. What you hoping to achieve here, kid? [Other than burn the house down, obviously, because that part is pretty clear.]

[achievementhunter]

[They're focused on the task they've set for themself; it doesn't mean their paranoia fails to force their awareness back to reality, to someone walking up alongside them. Chara eyes Guzma for a moment, before their attention strays once more. Back to the front door, flames steadily eating their way upwards through the wood.

Once it hits the roof, the child thinks, no one will be capable of stopping it. The fire will simply continue burning until it's consumed everything in its path, right down to the very last, miserable wooden plank.]

I've finally decided what I want to be, when I grow up. [Chara answers flatly.] A demolitionist.

Why not get a head start?

13th!

[tenthstreetbred]

[It gets hard to pass the time, some days. Between mostly keeping to herself while in her shack (still pretty worn, fixed up just enough to keep out the elements but with little to no creature comforts) and sticking to a hard routine around the island, Shepard finds that most of her days are spent in an utter void. After years of almost constant action, of being a string pulled just a bit too tight, these months that stretch with nothing in between leave her antsy.

Initially, when she observes Chara stalking a pack of centipuppies during one of her "patrols", she wonders if its that same bone-deep restless feeling she has being here. Their eyes, from a distance, seem to reflect that very distance. She considers letting them be but... perhaps being alone isn't the best for either of them right now. So a simple fix is in order. Once she is close enough she slows down, watching the carnage.]

Didn't realize it was hunting season. Do you need a hand?

[achievementhunter]

[Her timing isn't opportune. At this point, there's mostly stragglers remaining from the pack; young pups that give their nests away with cries of hunger. A few, more seasoned creatures that make an attempt, at least, to hide, much more capable of fighting back when they are discovered.

The beats they're in the process of finishing off is the latter. Her voice is noted, but not focused on. Far more important is ensuring the stubborn creature is actually dead, lest they lose an arm.]

My apologies. [A grunt, as Chara pulls their knife out of the now still creature's hide- mostly still creature. It's still twitching.] I missed your question.

13th | E4

[thisisourfuture]

[Sometimes when he feels the dreams are too close, he wanders. It's not that he struggles with being himself. It's what he chose. But sometimes he needs a reminder that no one can flip a switch and erase him. The smell of blood hits him as he steps onto the beach. It's not fresh, but there's enough of it that when he spots Kidwun he steps out into the open.

With his hands in his pockets he studies them.]

What are you hunting for?

[achievementhunter]

[Sleep has never come easily to them. It was a process of suddenly jumping awake, of clutching the hilt of their knife and waiting for their breathing to even out, the sweat on the back of their neck to cool.

The only difference, these last few days, is that no one's nearby to wake up to.

If there's any centipuppies nearby, still breathing, Chara hasn't found them. They don't stop walking, however, mindless trudging up and down the beach far more preferable than standing still and thinking.

Hinata is almost a welcome reprieve.]

Centipuppies. There have been several attacks by them since our arrival- this area is far too close to the temple for that to be ignored.

[Or, at least, that's the exuse they're sticking with.]

13th

[hellawrath]

It's a bit like wielding an enraged mongoose, with all the flailing and the screeching and the exquisitely pointy edges but Lup manages to drag Chara further down along the edge of the shore. Out of sight of the shack, that's gotta be enough, they've got to-- run out of breath soon, if nothing else.

What the hell happened here.

She plops down on her knees in the dirt with finality, unwilling to manhandle them any further, though she keeps them pressed tightly against her chest. If they wanna knee her in the stomach? Go ahead, guess she deserves that, but this has got to stop somewhere.

"Listen Chara, can we just-- I'm here and I'm not gonna let go until we can talk, okay?"

[achievementhunter]

Enraged is an understatement. She's lucky they didn't have a knife drawn- and as it stands, they're far too caught up in tearing free and tearing into Frisk again to think of it. Too busy screaming to think of it.

Gone is any semblance of polite refrain- she's cursed at, Tim's cursed at, Frisk is cursed at. Fuck her, fuck him, fuck them, they can all go to hell-

Every breath is a rushing heave, but if she's counting on that to stop them she doesn't know them half as well as she should, not even remotely. Their struggles aren't aimed at hurting her- but they aren't sorry when a flailing limb slaps into her, hissing out their frustration against her shirt. The acidic tone they've adopted is slightly less effective when it's being muffled against fabric.

"It's none of your business- let go, Lup.