lifeaftr | 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.

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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Yeah, sure. Frisk and their sibling are always fine, too. They stare at him evenly for a beat or two, but there's nothing else in their body language that suggests they don't believe him. Rather -- after a moment of silence to mull over his words -- Frisk simply begins mildly kicking their boots again, leaning forward over the pillar with a casual sort of slouch.

They won't call you out if you don't do the same, my guy.

"Have you ever heard of Shadows?"

Capital-S Shadows, not that they make that distinction clear, verbally. Something else they and their Partner encountered in the castle. Which should be off-limits for discussion, Frisk and Chara having agreed to keep everything about their previous lives under wraps, but Frisk figures that Taako falls within the same safe category as Lup does. They're a bit fast and loose with their own rules that way.

It's a strangely tense moment, being--evaluated? Judged? By a literal child, pillar or not. Taako shouldn't feel as relieved as he does when they resume their more casual bearing; he assumes he passed. Great, perfect, Taako definitely comprehends and accepts that unspoken agreement that just happened, wholeheartedly, probably. You know, at least you always knew where you stood with the twins in their younger days; you got your stuff stole or on fire, but it was still a simpler time. Kids today, it's all knives and inscrutability.

Unconsciously he mirrors them, a bit, stepping closer, sort of committing his focus to this conversation in a way he hasn't so far. He's an educated wizard who's seen some shit, has he heard of Shadows? He thinks for a second, eyes darting quick up and to one side (the memory side, not the lie side--he's good at suppressing that one) while he concludes he hasn't. "Not in whatever way you mean, probably. Should I have? Or am I about to?"

"Probably not."

Yeah, Frisk is pretty straightforward that way. They pause one aggressively casual tic to indulge another; a new one, in this case, in the form of adjusting the headband that pulls their thick bangs back over their hairline. A gift from Lup that they've found delightfully useful beyond just being cute. Anything that can tame their wild hair-nest in a climate like this instantly makes it to the top of the 'equippable' list.

They use the moment of tucking escaped tufts of hair back under the band to deliberate a further response. Once they've seemed to decide, their arms lower to cross over their chest.

"They're from another world. I haven't seen any here, though." Then their voice lowers conspiratorially, and they lean forward again, arms still crossed. "But they're really.... hecked up."

Yeah, Lup's great at giving useful gifts, at least sometimes, surprisingly so. And fostering healthier tics than some that might otherwise take their place is her style too, even if she didn't intend it in this specific instance. Does that mean the other kid has that kinda skillset? It's hard for Taako to imagine, having never seen it. Which is probably some of the point.

This is getting into spooky campfire territory. Taako leans in too, choosing to be taken in by Kittu's delivery. It's probably not going to be a pleasant story, but this is the only good thing about experiencing a lot of deeply weird, deeply bad shit, right? Getting to tell other people, and see their morbid curiosity, basking in a bit of credulous thrall. He wouldn't deny them that. It leaves him particularly vulnerable to unexpected almost-swears, and he looks legitimately shocked, for a brief moment, before making it something a little more theatrical, pressing his fingertips delicately to his chest like a southern belle. He politely keeps his amusement well hidden, though. Hecked up. "How hecked up? Is that," he hesitates, "Is that something you saw? In a hallucination?" Or is this just some kind of inexplicable zone of trauma-sharing now?

Frisk shakes their head solemnly, which allows a few strands of their just-tamed hair to fall back out from the headband. It seems to be a lost cause. They pay it no mind, however, and their voice lowers into an even lower timbre; which, given they're eleven years old, mileage may vary on the spooky effect.

"They show up and try to kidnap you. Some of them look like birds or big men. Some of them are like dogs." They pause. "Mean dogs."

Frisk is partial to dogs themself, but they haven't forgotten that it was a Shadow hell-hound that was ultimately responsible for their... diminished state, back in the castle.

Their stomach is prickling with the guilt of knowing that they're sharing far too much about their previous life, but it's almost cathartic, in a way. And besides -- if Shadows ever do show up here, it'd be good if at least a few people knew what to expect.

"They come out of portals and try to drag you in. But they don't like the light."

Well, damn. The voice put-on might not be the spookiest, but the rest of it sounds...not great. Taako listens intently, offers no interruption, ears forward and then swept back in sympathetic fear. And maybe sympathetic isn't the right word, because some of that had sounded pretty familiar, actually. It isn't, that's not how it works at all, he doesn't have to play detective about this, but hearing about a Shadow monstrosity in many shapes is enough to raise some visceral ghosts of his own, however faint. Eight deaths. He frowns around a metallic taste.

"Guess that's why they're Shadows, huh. Well, good. Light's easy to keep around." Except when it's that Light, ha ha. "I haven't run across that exact thing, not in a hundred different planar systems. But the thing we were running from was kinda like that. Every plane it destroyed, it got to use the, the bodies from it. Robots, animals, fuckin big giant hands. All black, but full of colours."

Maybe actually what you don't do is swap spooktastic badguy stories with children, come to think of it. Now this kid is probably going to have nightmares, and the store is going to have to stock sleepy-sacks. "Neither of those things is going to turn up here, though."

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