[Like many occupants of these islands, Chara's day has not been the best. Their garden was assaulted by flying trash and ink that would take forever to clean away, if it hadn't already done significant damage to the flowers it had struck. Their gardening equipment is equally as ruined. They've been dumped into the temple of that stupid rabbit more times than they can count, and they look like someone dunked them into a vat of tar.
And that's when the thought strikes them to ask Taako for coconut oil. Lots and lots of coconut oil.
To anyone walking across the more remote areas of the beach to the north, a clearly outlined section of sand may give one pause. Stones mark its edges, with deliberately dragged lines marking out a large, admittedly wonky square in which the sand itself seems- shinier, than usual.
This is about the time when Chara comes bursting out of the treeline. Flying across the beach with hasty steps that kick up sand everywhere, they're followed closely by a tornado of very angry papers, some of which are- slightly charred. With a flaming knife in one hand, one really has to wonder- how could they possibly have wound up burnt? It's a mystery. We'll never know.
But as Chara gets closer to that square in the sand, they put on a burst of speed. Increasing the distance between them and the paper, they have just enough time to throw that flaming knife into the air and screech one, distinct word of defiance-]
YEET!
[Before their boot collides with the edge of said knife, sending it sailing into the middle of the swarm of paper- and onto the sand.
Which is coated in coconut oil.
The flames flare up incredibly quickly. Some of the unluckier papers are flying low enough to be caught in the blaze, a sacrifice to what is clearly Science. Others don't even get singed. Chara, for their part, lets out a loud boooo between out of breath, maddening laughter, turning on their heel and beginning to run once more.
Straight in your direction. Guess what, buddy pal chum? You're an accomplice now! Lucky you!]
Chara Dreemurr || OTA - The Beach
And that's when the thought strikes them to ask Taako for coconut oil. Lots and lots of coconut oil.
To anyone walking across the more remote areas of the beach to the north, a clearly outlined section of sand may give one pause. Stones mark its edges, with deliberately dragged lines marking out a large, admittedly wonky square in which the sand itself seems- shinier, than usual.
This is about the time when Chara comes bursting out of the treeline. Flying across the beach with hasty steps that kick up sand everywhere, they're followed closely by a tornado of very angry papers, some of which are- slightly charred. With a flaming knife in one hand, one really has to wonder- how could they possibly have wound up burnt? It's a mystery. We'll never know.
But as Chara gets closer to that square in the sand, they put on a burst of speed. Increasing the distance between them and the paper, they have just enough time to throw that flaming knife into the air and screech one, distinct word of defiance-]
YEET!
[Before their boot collides with the edge of said knife, sending it sailing into the middle of the swarm of paper- and onto the sand.
Which is coated in coconut oil.
The flames flare up incredibly quickly. Some of the unluckier papers are flying low enough to be caught in the blaze, a sacrifice to what is clearly Science. Others don't even get singed. Chara, for their part, lets out a loud boooo between out of breath, maddening laughter, turning on their heel and beginning to run once more.
Straight in your direction. Guess what, buddy pal chum? You're an accomplice now! Lucky you!]