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

[postictal]

Pretty much, yeah. Not much of a weaver, but -

[But he's got memories of twining fingertips into a skein of soft pink yarn, meticulously stitching the words across the broad front, that bubble of pride that swelled in a chest and wouldn't burst for anything, because the way he beamed was - ]

[Not something that belongs to him.]

[He shunts it aside.]

'Round here, I guess you pick all sorts of new things up.

[prettypurpleparlor]

I'll have to give that a try sometime, then.

[Muffet doesn't have anything like the context she'd need to pick up on what he's feeling right now, which is probably better- or at least less awkward- for everyone involved.]

I do have to respect how adaptable everyone's been. Certainly no one expected to wind up in this situation beforehand.

[postictal]

Not like anyone's got much choice. It's that, or...wait for the Storyteller to bring you back.

[He's assuming they can. He hasn't actually asked them, but that's how these places tend to work.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She catches his meaning on this, at least, although she's still surprised at the idea, being less used to these kinds of places.]

[Shows how much she knows about what goes on at home, huh?]

Can they? That's certainly a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. I do hope no one's tested this yet already...?

[postictal]

I mean, I'm assuming here. That's how it worked last place I was at.

[If it was as simple as wanting them all dead, they didn't have to go to nearly this much effort to try and keep them alive.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I'd say that's encouraging, if nothing else- your prior knowledge has been helpful so far.

[She still remembers enough of their talk on the beach for that.]

Is there anything else in particular you think it might be important to know about that?

[postictal]

Yeah. Death isn't cheap.

[One hand coasts up to his chest, briefly, to run fingertips down the center of his ribcage. The place where his soul apparently resides, not that he would have guessed he had one without that additional bit of evidence - the part where being stabbed through it was enough to untether him from the Castle in the Mist for months on end.]

[Months.]

Back in the Castle, people turned into...shadows, when they died. You had to take care of the shadow to bring 'em back.

[...]

Sometimes.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She listens seriously, curious about what he means by 'shadows' but suspecting she'd be bringing up unkind memories if he asks. The general meaning is clear enough in any case: death might not be permanent, but it's not harmless either.]

Noted. Hopefully we won't have to test that here any time soon...

[postictal]

[Boy, funny she should say that.]

...

Yeah. Let's hope not.