I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

[achievementhunter]

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!


Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.

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OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;

♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.

Comments

[solperierat]

Honestly, Ed had thought Sans was a particularly morbid prop at first. The first time he moved in a way that wasn't an arm or leg falling loose from Wade Ed had come very close to letting out a goat-like scream on reflex, but by now Ed's somewhat used to the idea of an animate skeleton being a member of the party. A weird member that has done fuck and all to help, but at least he doesn't need to eat.

Ed glances over to Sans as he approaches, an ear flicking in irritation as a bug buzzes around his head, and shrugs before turning his attention to brushing off what he can of the remaining dirt from the tubers he'd collected the night before. "Well, Newt's gone and decided he's going to be mama bird or something, so that's a thing."

[justribbing]

Like Ed can talk -- look in the mirror lately, pal?

Ok, so it doesn't alarm Sans, not when he looks at Ed and sees not a human turned into some kind of horrifying beast of legend, myth, or nightmare, but just another guy from the Underground, albeit one who isn't greeting him with any customary encounters involving magic bullets.

Nah. This is one of those monsters from somewhere else, he's pretty sure. And Ed's got the skeleton pegged right -- Sans has done jack-all to help out, and it doesn't seem like he's changing that pattern. Mentioning Newt, though, that gets a glance when it seemed like Sans was about to recline against a stone and resume dozing.

"Heh, seems like everybody knows that guy," observes the skeleton. "Funny. Never really took him for the type."

Sans seems to pause and reconsider, because he follows that up with: "...Nope. Nevermind. I can see it and I already have regrets."

He fails to elaborate.

"Don't think we've officially met."

[solperierat]

Oh shut your face, at least he's got a nose!

Ed looks over at Sans for a moment, eyebrow rising up, but shrugs and moves along. Probably the two of them are acquainted from where they last were. "With him organizing that search of the altar, figure most of us have at least met the guy. He's not bad people."

He looks over the carrot in his hands before putting it back into his bag. "With you passed out on Wade's back the whole way up here, there wasn't much chance, no. Edward Elric." He holds out one hand to the skeleton, though it's probably a fifty-fifty if he'll receive anything in return.

[justribbing]

Touche!

"He's great," admits Sans, shrugging, "Which is why it really blows that he winded up stuck here with the rest of us."

The guy -- him and a lot of other people -- deserve better.

Considering the offered hand for a second, Sans scoots forward and extends his own hand, grasping Ed's and giving it a shake. There are no joy buzzers, no whoopee cushions. The handshake is disappointingly normal.

"Sans," he says, eye lights tracking him. "Nice t'meetcha. Havin' a hard time with this heat, pal?"

[solperierat]

The handshake is quick and firm, and Ed snorts and rolls his eyes at the follow-up. "Gee, what makes you think that? Thick fur is the best for tropical climates, haven't you heard?"

Ed shoots a glare up at the sky, then picks up another carrot to scrub the dirt off of. "I'm better off than Ginko is, though. He didn't have to deal with sun like this back in Ryslig, he's been miserable."

[justribbing]

"Sarcasm ain't funny, buddy," drones the skeleton, grinning at... probably a guy who might chafe a little at being called anything but his name -- but then, eh, he can deal with it. "I'd sympathize, but I think we both know I'd be full'a it."

Being little more than bones in clothes and all.

"But, whew. Where do I start? With the expected 'who's Ginko', or 'what's Ryslig'?"

[solperierat]

"Guess I'm not much of a jokester, then." Ed doesn't seem put off by the nickname--he's been called worse, and there's only a few terms that'll really get under his skin. "I appreciate the effort, anyway."

Ed jerks a thumb off to the side, where a huge lump of white fur and green rocks is huddled in an attempt at sleep under what shade there is. "Answer to the first is right there. Ryslig is the place we were both trapped at before here--a peninsula that was blocked off by an impassable mountain range, and no one could swim or sail out far before getting confused and turned around."