15th (CANON SETTING) || i. I thought maybe we could SAVE ourselves.
Mount Ebott is still a rather small town, despite its infamy. A national heritage site, it's preserved to be- how it is, making things easier, in some ways. The population cannot climb around them. The reporters and the media must take their leave at sundown, back on the road to whatever hotel they're calling home for the week. And little monarchs can stop being little monarchs for a while, and just be-- children.'
Sort of. Scurrying up and down the mountainside, Chara is more interested in fulfilling their role as Seeker in a game of hide and seek than preventing any grass stains from getting on their ceremonial garb, hair slightly more ruffled than the perfectly combed lines it had been this morning. To many, perhaps the sudden appearance of the human ruler of monsters out of the nearest is-- surprising.
For others, not so much. Either way, everyone is greeted the same; smiling genuinely, Chara bows, the creases at the corner of their eyes suggesting barely repressed laughter.
"Greetings."
If you're not careful, you're going to be enlisted for a very important role in Chara's court. Assistant seeker.
16th (SOL-RAVEH SETTING) || ii. But they shot us down.
[Once the sight of a rather ferocious and terribly long battle, the castle of Sol Raveh is simply- not, anymore.
It's fairly clear that Ozuma, the local avatar for the god of light, had no idea what to do with them when the battle came to it's end. Some people left, of course, whilst others still remained, enjoying the life the castle provided that they had, perhaps, not had before.
They can't quite remember why they stayed. But stay Chara did. It hasn't been perfect.
Relearning the will to live was not perfect. Learning how to stop hiding knives beneath their pillow each night was not... perfect. Learning how to be hugged, learning what it was like to not expect, the moment someone picked them up, to meet the floor, the wall, the ceiling-- that sometimes people could pick a demon up off the ground and find a child was
Hard.
They're still learning. Chara isn't the most forward person, these days. With no battle to fight, they don't put themself in front of crowds to have their voice heard, preferring to spend most of their time in places with far more peace to them. For those looking? Their preferred space is undoubtedly the rooftop garden, and the two-story treehouse found within.
And whilst they may not smile at those who approach them, the neutral look they give is, perhaps, more honest than anything else they have ever conveyed.
Chara | Undertale | OTA
Mount Ebott is still a rather small town, despite its infamy. A national heritage site, it's preserved to be- how it is, making things easier, in some ways. The population cannot climb around them. The reporters and the media must take their leave at sundown, back on the road to whatever hotel they're calling home for the week. And little monarchs can stop being little monarchs for a while, and just be-- children.'
Sort of. Scurrying up and down the mountainside, Chara is more interested in fulfilling their role as Seeker in a game of hide and seek than preventing any grass stains from getting on their ceremonial garb, hair slightly more ruffled than the perfectly combed lines it had been this morning. To many, perhaps the sudden appearance of the human ruler of monsters out of the nearest is-- surprising.
For others, not so much. Either way, everyone is greeted the same; smiling genuinely, Chara bows, the creases at the corner of their eyes suggesting barely repressed laughter.
"Greetings."
If you're not careful, you're going to be enlisted for a very important role in Chara's court. Assistant seeker.
16th (SOL-RAVEH SETTING) || ii. But they shot us down.
[Once the sight of a rather ferocious and terribly long battle, the castle of Sol Raveh is simply- not, anymore.
It's fairly clear that Ozuma, the local avatar for the god of light, had no idea what to do with them when the battle came to it's end. Some people left, of course, whilst others still remained, enjoying the life the castle provided that they had, perhaps, not had before.
They can't quite remember why they stayed. But stay Chara did. It hasn't been perfect.
Relearning the will to live was not perfect. Learning how to stop hiding knives beneath their pillow each night was not... perfect. Learning how to be hugged, learning what it was like to not expect, the moment someone picked them up, to meet the floor, the wall, the ceiling-- that sometimes people could pick a demon up off the ground and find a child was
Hard.
They're still learning. Chara isn't the most forward person, these days. With no battle to fight, they don't put themself in front of crowds to have their voice heard, preferring to spend most of their time in places with far more peace to them. For those looking? Their preferred space is undoubtedly the rooftop garden, and the two-story treehouse found within.
And whilst they may not smile at those who approach them, the neutral look they give is, perhaps, more honest than anything else they have ever conveyed.
That's more than good enough.]
iii. Wildcard!
Feel free to hit up either of the above or check Chara's OOC plotting comment for more hell!