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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That right?

[Guzma raises his brow as he looks over the flower again, then the find and tender look of the little child. They’re terribly cute, he has to admit, and the urge to ruffle their hair and mutter something about naming them that instead is very strong. However, Guzma can’t bring hims of to be that sappy - he just can’t. He’s too much of a blockhead to allow himself that sort of sentimentality. So, so instead he raises his chin up with a sly smirk and a wiggle of his head.]

Y’know...there’s someone I know what’s named after a flower, too. Real good looking guy, oh heck yeah. [Stop him.]

[Something in his tone draws their attention away from the narcissus; curiously, Frisk glances up at Guzma, their own brow rising up into their bangs as they try to read his smirk. Apparently, they're unable to, because they lean forward with an interested tilt of their head.]

[Don't just leave them hanging, G-man. Deet it or beat it.]

[Oh come on, kiddo, does he really need to spell it out? Here he thought you'd catch his tone and make the connection. I mean, his name isn't too far off from the flower he's fashioned from. But he can't be mad, and Guzma just chuckles at their interest. This is perhaps the most hes talked about himself ever, and in a positive fashion. Played more for the joke, but eh.

Small victories.]

Bromeliad Guzmania - sounds familiar, yeah?

[A soft little sound of realization rises from them, and Frisk leans back, amusement crinkling the corners of their eyes. They glance down at their narcissus, still in his grasp, and then back up to Guzma -- holding their own hand out in a silent request for it back.]

I know the story about that one, too.

Not only was he pretty... everyone wanted to smooch him.

[Guzma's just in the middle of handing back their flower, but goes rigid mid movement.

Excuse me, what?]

[PARDONNE MOI?????]

[He nears chokes trying to reply, his face turning a hilarious color of red - starting at his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his nose and ears, too. Hell, even the back of Guzma's neck feels hot all of a sudden. He huffs, scowling, but he's too flustered and flummoxed to even be really mad. That's the first time he's ever, ever been likened to, uh...being smoochable?? OR SOMETHING???

He has no goddamn clue how to feel.]

Wha--that's...no?! Not unless you wanna do the dirty with a Garbodor, I'm--! I've never once...! [HUFF PUFF WHAT THE FLUFF.] Kid!!

[lmao best reaction they've ever gotten. Frisk doesn't bother to hide their amusement as they lean over to pluck the flower out of Guzma's hand, and take advantage of his sputtering shock to reach up and attempt to tuck it into his fluffy hair, right above his ear.]

And now he's gonna be double pretty.

[Kid, you're very lucky you're downright adorable and Guzma likes you a lot, because there's no other way he'd allow anyone to put a flower in the nesting Swablu that is his hair. But the bloom is tucked away behind his ear and he doesn't make any movement to remove it, though he does place one of his large hands on the crown of Frisk's head and ruffle their hair vigorously. Careful on your feet there, child, Guzma's brawny, and may be purposefully putting a bit more oomph into his affections - like that stuck up big brother that lovingly teases you.]

Pfft, no amount'a flowers can fix this mess, but I 'preciate the effort anyway. You ready to go back, yeah?

Flowers fix anything.

[Excuse you, ye of little faith. Frisk doesn't fight the rough hair-ruffling, only pausing to pull the askew ribbon out and giving their head a cursory pat-down as he finishes. Alas, they've long given up the fight. Do your worst, double-pretty-boy.]

[At his question, they stand and give a small nod, already tying their hair back up.]

I think there's enough here.

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

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