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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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And now, a choice between names. A choice to mix the life they had and the one they own now with no distinction.
They see a choice everywhere-in everything. They walk on their own path, where nothing is set in stone and it's a life she can barely fathom. Choices exist, but she can't grasp them as strongly as they do or reach as far as they can.
But even as they say it's the same, it's not. They can mix and meld and create this new life with their own two hands, but she's going to hold Kidwun close to her heart, as a safety net for them to fall back on. In case, one day, they need to be someone else again.]
Okay, if it's like that-
[She holds both her disgusting, dirty, filthy little muddy hands up to them, like she wants them to grab on, but she already knows they're not in a hand holding mood today. That's not her purpose. Instead, she asks-]
Do you want to stay with me? We can play here. I'll make you prettier-
[Then, quietly, testing out this new name for the second time.]
Chara.
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I'd like that.
[Out here, where they can stay hidden a little longer?
They'd... like that, very much.]