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lifeaftr2018-04-13 08:16 am
achievementhunter) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-13 08:16 am
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
I Think I Got Too Many Memories Getting In The Way Of Me
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.]
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.]
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[Rude little shit.]
I will, huh?
[It's not amused, exactly, but Ichimatsu doesn't really sound offended, either. Still crouching, he sighs and reaches into the pocket of his hoodie. The knife draws out, his fingers closed around the edge, and he holds it up to them hilt-first with the sharp tip pinched between his thumb and forefinger. It'll probably nick him if it's taken too forcefully, but he doesn't seem to care.]
Yeah, sure. I don't need it. My brother left his.
[And while the kid obviously doesn't need the help of some crazy flaming knife to set things on fire, it's not like he ever really figured out how to work it. Guess he's actually been meaning to do this for a while.]
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was a far simpler transaction than expected. They'd been fully prepared to threaten him, at last a little- remind him that the only person privy to their conversation was gone, that they had no reason, to not just simply kill him outright. Take what belonged to them by force.
Instead- yeah, sure. He fishes it out of the pocket of his hoodie, offers it away like it means nothing. It probably doesn't, to him. He didn't go through what they did to acquire them; hadn't lost everything before obtaining four, enchanted knives, just- one, tiny thing, that brought them something past the haze of guilt and exhaustion left in Frisk's wake.
Even so, there's a long pause before they finally take it, eyeing him off all the while. Waiting or the other shoe to drop; the trick, the joke. The punishment. None of them are forthcoming, knife taken carefully enough before they shove it away up their sleeve.]
Good. [Pursing their lips, Chara exhales roughly-- pulling the knife they'd taken from him first from their boot.]
Then this is yours.
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[He stares at the knife wordlessly for a beat of several seconds. He won't lie: it's tempting to take it back, not in small part due to the fact that it would make them truly even, and the kid wouldn't be obligated to deal with him any more than he would be to deal with them. They did get the shitty end of that deal, after all. They might not need a magic knife to set things on fire, but -- he doesn't really, either.]
[Maybe it's the way the kid eyed him as they took back their property. Like he wasn't someone to be trusted; the kind of person who would turn the knife on them at the very last second. He's exactly that kind of person, he guesses, so that's exactly why he doesn't reach out for his knife.]
[He has Karamatsu's. All that careful hovering to make sure Ichimatsu didn't have too many sharp things to play with, and now his own blade is the only thing of his that Ichimatsu really uses in earnest. There's a poetic irony to that his brother wouldn't appreciate, even if nowadays, Ichimatsu believes that he would have understood it.]
[Well, anyway. Ichimatsu turns back to the dead carcass, feigning disinterest.]
Didn't you hear me? I already have another one. Keep it for all I care.
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Humans. They've seen the worst sides of them; know them all. Every piece of spite, the selfishness. The lack of caring and the "why is this my problem" that Ichimatsu himself had met them with, unwilling to lift a hand to someone's aid until there was something of benefit in it for him.
How is it, after all this time, Chara still doesn't fully understand their own species?]
And if you have this one, you'll have a spare. [They say impatiently.] Things get lost, sir. They break. People take weapons when you stow them away too obviously.
Just take the knife.
[They refuse to owe him a thing.]
1/3
[He hates that he's being ordered around, but the brat does make a point, of course. A spare definitely couldn't hurt, especially since he let Osomatsu's hatchet get away from him long before he and Karamatsu moved to that shack. Not that any of it is the kid's problem.]
[Very slowly, Ichimatsu reaches out and obediently accepts the knife.]
2/3
Oh, you're right. I lost it already.
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[He turns around and shoves his hands into his pockets, starting to trudge away.]
1/3
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[Are you fucking kidding them, right now.]
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But they have no intentions of keeping it, either. Not for long. Here's hoping you know how to watch your back, Ichimatsu, because you just painted a big target on it.
And Chara's got a decent aim.]
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[Ichimatsu's probably lucky he's got other instincts to fall back on.
also retcon avoidance, you cat bastard.][A pair of ash-colored ears perk up out of his hair, bristling and alert and swiveling their way. Seconds later, Ichimatsu jerks around. He doesn't sidestep it all that gracefully; it's barely a dodge at all, more of an awkward lope out of the way as he stumbles back a few steps back with a surprised look on his face. He blinks from the knife to Chara a few times.]
[His expression quickly sours into a mixture of confusion, relief, and irritability. Even as he starts spitting, he's tensed like a feline, obviously ready to make a break for it.]
What the hell was that for, you little asshole?
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that retcon avoidance can only save you for so long, fucko.The sudden attack appears to be over, at least; not another offensive motion made by the child watching this-- weird man lose his proverbial shit. If you could even call him a man.Furry seems far more accurate.]
Your knife. [They respond coolly, quirking a brow.] I found it for you.
[Maybe next time you should consider keeping it.
Fucking furries.]
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The tigershark karma will catch up with him dw][Even if Chara's aggression has faded, Ichimatsu stays tightly wound up. His eyes narrow at them in distrusting silence for a good few beats, maybe trying to figure out what kind of situation he's in exactly..]
[Finally, with another hissing spit, he thrusts his hand out palm-up, holding it in the air between them. One of his ears flick with obvious irritability. Maybe a touch of unease.]
I don't get you, kid.
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And their respect for tigersharks grew three sizes that dayThey stare at his palm with building amusement, slowly raising a brow- the speed of which is absolutely deliberate.]
Nor I you. The knife is over there, now. Unless you'd prefer I collect it for you, again?
[Make no mistake, Ichimatsu. It'll be returned in precisely the same way.]