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.

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[postictal]

[If he said a wrong thing or if this was just inevitable - he can't really say. It's not as hard to hear the red when he's heard it so often already, even if the parts of him that can identify it as red are the parts he's most ashamed of; the parts that robbed a child of agency and used it all against them.]

[Either way.]

[If it hits with any kind of impact, it doesn't show in anything besides the slow contracture of the muscles in his throat. Slowly, he straightens, and he grips his hatchet, and he stands.]

You got nothing to apologize for.

[Whatever it is they're afraid they might've effected, whatever they think they might've said that drilled into him, that could leave some kind of lasting mark - ]

[He's had worse.]

[He's always had worse.]

I'm the one who's sorry. [For intruding, yet again.]

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk stops. The weakness shows in the way their shoulders jerk, a quiet intake of breath that deafens them with shame in the total silence. Shaking their head violently, Frisk scrubs their sleeve over their face, letting out a loud and disagreeable huff.]

... you don't, either.

[Have to apologize, they should elaborate.]

[Have to be tough, they should say.]

[But the barbed wire is making it hard to breathe in a way that doesn't hurt. It's a signal to Frisk that it's time for them to do one of the few things they know how to without ruining everything.]

[They shut up.]

[So just like that - without showing the kindness of someone who was really sorry - Frisk pushes open the door and leaves.]

[postictal]

[He doesn't answer that one. He has the feeling that if he does, it'd be taken as the deft confirmation of what they'd rather not hear - what they'd rather not accept, or what they'd rather not adapt into the framework of their thoughts. That they'd rather not, but always end up doing so.]

[They're like their Partner, in that way. Too quick to adjust to what others think, or say of them. Maybe it's expectation. Maybe it's consequence. Maybe it's something else entirely.]

[Maybe it's the fact that it was an offer and not a command that threw them. Maybe it was the fact that it opposed everything they've come to accept.]

[Maybe it was just the wrong thing to say.]

[Maybe it's the fact that they're still here at all, and that they have to sit around and listen to adults, to people who can't know very much at all, tell them how they ought to think and ought to feel, as if someone else knows better than they do, what Frisk thinks and feels. What Kittu thinks. What Kittu feels.]

[You'd think the decoupling from the title would save them from that. But with what little power they had, maybe they chose for it not to.]

[He can't fix it, and he can't say.]

[He just sighs, and lets his ruination of what should've been a reprieve come to pass.]

[That's what he's good at.]