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lifeaftr2017-09-13 01:35 pm
achievementhunter) wrote in lifeaftr2017-09-13 01:35 pm
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ fallout: the courier,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the walking dead (game): clementine,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton
I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain
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.
OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;
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.
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.
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Me, he says. Who's there, repeats the kid.
"I know this one," says the skeleton, leaning against the door, shutting his eye sockets, "Ok... 'Wa'"
Something here feels a little like nostalgia, but hell if he can put a phalanx on what, how or why.
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It's rather telling of his entire personality, all in all. They think about it, for a moment, and-
"Wa who." Their voice is dryer than the stones around them. Really, Sans?
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He knows they know what he was lining up. That ain't the point. The point is they're playing along anyway. Sans doesn't know what they want -- maybe they're just bored or lonely -- nor does he understand why this feels... comfortable. Like pulling on an old sweater.
"I got a million of these," admits the skeleton. "You sure you want some of this?"
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He's more the skeleton they remember now than he has been. It doesn't necessarily mean he's fine- but better? They're inclined to think better, even if he isn't their responsibility, anymore.
Just like they aren't his.
"Keep them coming, funnyman. We may as well do something to pass the time."
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Little more of the jester and less the judge.
"Knock knock," he says again.
And if supplied with the appropriate, expected response, he answers, "Howie."
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How did that go again, Sans? Good food, bad laughs...
"Howie who?"
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By all appearances, he seems content to laze about, do nothing useful, and ask after a strange kid's wellbeing -- all as if nothing unusual had taken place. Unusual stuff like kids he doesn't know somehow being unsurprised by powers he tends to use sparingly, or who know just the one guy on the whole island Sans would trust. Y'know, stuff like that.
Except he does remember, and he doesn't really intend on letting them off the hook. Hell, he could even segue to that right now, but... eh, what's the hurry?
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They had to expect he would bring that up. And of course they did, unruffled by the comment as they stand, stretching their arms out above their head.
"Knock knock."
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OK, so maybe he's underestimated this child a little. And yet, a part of him isn't surprised at all. He turns away from that thought and it's undertones of familiarity, because it's not important enough to think about anymore.
"Who's there?"
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And that's fine.
If he's looking at them, he isn't looking at Frisk.
"Déja."
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"Kinda like that look on your face when I gave you a hand up."
He saw an opportunity, one he was patient enough to wait for.
"So how'd ya know what was up, kid?"
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"Process of elimination. It couldn't be what was attacking us, nor was that man capable of anything at all. It started just after you spoke, did it not?" A logical train of thought. Perfectly acceptable. "And your eye socket changed color. Nor did you deny my accusation, once safe.
"There was never any reason to doubt it wasn't your doing."
With that said, they respond, just as expected.
"Knock knock."
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Sans is all too willing to accept even something that doesn't add up in his own thoughts, because of the sudden, and all-encompassing need to not think about something so trivial, so unimportant anymore. It doesn't matter. Their excuse is plenty. Sans lets it go, while a voice at the back of his thoughts rails against it.
"...Sure," he relents, shrugging. "Who's there?"
The skeleton might even seem like he's over it, if not for the momentary hesitation, the way his dim eyelights sweep down and to the left, weighed down by a guilt he can't place.
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Just don't think about this anymore. Any sense of genuine humor extinguishes completely, unspoken and unshown. They really had to expect this. It's the response they wanted, is it not?
Chara can't blame him for letting them down, this time. Their gaze drops to their hands, looking over their fingernails.
"Deja."
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"There's two things I don't do, kid. Promises and reruns," he says, shrugging even as he kills the joke, "Call it a personal preference. Sorry, pal."
No amount of winks and comically insincere apologies can exactly take the sharp edges off his refusal. It's, uh, kinda mean, actually, and the fact that Sans feels bad about that just means he doesn't do anything about it. He told the kid before, didn't he? There's better people to hang with than him.
"So...
"...Whaddya think is so important, valuable, or dangerous that they gotta lock it up behind a door like this?"
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Perhaps the greatest irony of all, then, is how he doesn't realize the rerun he's already in. Really, he should know better than to make such a claim. The reruns always find him, whether he wants them to or not.
...But fine. It's not funny anyway. Their shoulders raise in a sharp shrug of their own, gaze diverted to the offered distraction. They can't afford to continue thinking about this, anymore.
"Who knows? Some kind of ancient weapon? Treasure?" A huff of laughter. "Maybe an entire civilization. Couldn't we spend forever theorizing?"
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This whole thing -- reruns, promises made and broken and outright refused, changed games and altered memories -- doesn't it ever get old? Does it ever lose it's shine, its appeal? If Sans was any wiser, he'd spare himself the pain of traipsing down the same well-worn paths he has before.
But, ha ha, he's not wise. And the human, despite everything, is still a kid. Sans settles in, finding a place to nestle where the wall meets the floor, hunkers down to tuck his chin almost into the collar of his stained t-shirt.
"Whatever it is, it ain't gettin' us where we wanna be. That's what I think."
cw: suicidal ideation
Or the key to their happiness, which is-
"Or it could kill us. Same thing, for some."
A glance in his direction; their tone remains flippant, but there's still-a change, of some sort. Their words aren't quite as fast, much more carefully thought out.
"What happened to I ain't here long, mister Sans? Did something change your mind?"
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"Eh," he says, without shrugging, "I shouldn't have said that. Just wasn't too happy about bein' shipwrecked.
"Don't read too much into it, kiddo."
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"You're a terrible liar, sir."
Who is he trying to fool, right now? Because they highly doubt it's them.
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Which isn't quite like surrendering already, so much as another deflection. He's serious, at least, about the part where he said he shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have. They're kids, they don't need to get exposed to that stuff, or, uh, getting stranded on an island inhabited by beasties and carnivorous plants.
"I'm all better now, ok?"
Liar. Well, ok, to be fair, he's better than he was, and that's good enough. "That guy you brought over. Y'know, when I was taking a dirt nap. How do you guys know each other?"
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Haha. The hypocrisy of the statement is ignored- there's a difference, between what they did and what he's doing. There's a difference, in what they both usually do, and what he did.
A small strain of honesty is more than enough to prove something is direly wrong.
"That man? I spooked his pokemon, the first night we were here. He was the first person I came across when I looked for someone to assist you." Propping their chin in their hands, they avoid- thinking of his name. At all. "You live together, do you not? With Newt. It was lucky happenstance."
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This sassy lost child, what the hell.
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But mostly, he's not entirely sure what he'd done to deserve such particular scrutiny. Kids play games, they mess around with friends, they don't... pay particular attention to where grownups live and what they do, right?
Then again, when he was a kid, the only thing that mattered to him was his brother. Not much has changed in adulthood, except for the absence he notices every waking moment, but, eh.
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It's almost like anyone with eyes could figure it out, after multiple weeks of seeing him disappear into the same house. About the only one with any excuse not to is Ignis.
"I organized this expedition, sir. Or did you not notice me and my companion knocking on people's doors?"
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