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thisavrou_log2017-02-04 12:25 pm
gainedlove) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-02-04 12:25 pm
[open] Perfect weather for a game of catch.
Who: Frisk, Asriel, Chara, and YOU
When: Sssssssometime this month, wibbly wobbly have fun with it
Where: A park in Kauto R1
What: Kids having a picnic, what could be better?
Warnings: Chara, will be updated as needed
It's been a long trip.
Definitions of 'long' are a little variable, but all three children have been anxious to see an end to their travels. It didn't start when they crossed through the Ingress, but long before that.
Someone climbed a mountain for an unhappy reason.
Someone carried a body to a field of golden flowers.
Someone took a long journey, just wanting to live their life.
But now they've come, not to The End, but an end. It's not perfect, not quite what any of them were expecting. But it's better, it's theirs, and...they can stay. What it means to each child, what they think of it and what they have to say, it all varies. But no one and nothing can or will take this from them.
The three of them are gathered together in a park. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...a blanket is laid out on the grass, and in a cooler drinks and snacks are kept on hand. A few toys lay nearby, but it seems that for now the trio is content enough to relax and talk amongst themselves. Smiles adorn their faces (though one face in particular wears theirs a little sharply), and the scene is...nice. This is nice.
Even if they may not agree, they have long since earned this respite.
(( ooc: Feel free to come and pester the kiddos! Everyone will be responding separately, though there may be threadjacking or some doubling up. Have fun! ))
When: Sssssssometime this month, wibbly wobbly have fun with it
Where: A park in Kauto R1
What: Kids having a picnic, what could be better?
Warnings: Chara, will be updated as needed
It's been a long trip.
Definitions of 'long' are a little variable, but all three children have been anxious to see an end to their travels. It didn't start when they crossed through the Ingress, but long before that.
Someone climbed a mountain for an unhappy reason.
Someone carried a body to a field of golden flowers.
Someone took a long journey, just wanting to live their life.
But now they've come, not to The End, but an end. It's not perfect, not quite what any of them were expecting. But it's better, it's theirs, and...they can stay. What it means to each child, what they think of it and what they have to say, it all varies. But no one and nothing can or will take this from them.
The three of them are gathered together in a park. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...a blanket is laid out on the grass, and in a cooler drinks and snacks are kept on hand. A few toys lay nearby, but it seems that for now the trio is content enough to relax and talk amongst themselves. Smiles adorn their faces (though one face in particular wears theirs a little sharply), and the scene is...nice. This is nice.
Even if they may not agree, they have long since earned this respite.
(( ooc: Feel free to come and pester the kiddos! Everyone will be responding separately, though there may be threadjacking or some doubling up. Have fun! ))
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Thisavrou doesn't seem terrible, and as the children had decided to settle in Kauto, so has he. Without Toriel, he feels more than a little responsible for their well-being, though he's not looking forward to dealing with Chara more often. Their words still do sting terribly.
He happens to be taking a quick cut through the very park where the picnic is set up, and is pleasantly surprised to see all three (though again...not so much when it comes to Chara), and so he draws a little nearer, a smile on his face as he waves and calls out cheerfully:
"Hello, my darlings!! My, it looks like you have the right idea about things!!!"
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"Howdy Mettaton! Want to join us?"
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Frisk smiles and waves back, turning a little to face him properly. It's easier to put on that happy face now, but there's still a little something of that shy hesitance lurking beneath. For now, though, they swallow it down and cover it with a warm expression, patting an open section of the blanket for Mettaton to sit down.
"Ehe! 'S such a nice day out, me 'n Asriel thought we could have a nice afternoon all together!"
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The luxury of relaxation is as alien a prospect as any. Frisk and Asriel are welcome to their indecently boneless sprawls, their laughter, their sharing of a meal. In quiet parallel, there is the rigidity of a spine held too taut, a smile with far too cold an edge, hands folded neatly in a lap - the very furthest thing from "relaxed" that it is possible for a child to be.
And yet, as the encounter is engaged, they will have to give the insufferable tin can this much, in his slim favor: he is wise enough to not target them in solitude. Within speaking and listening distance of their housemates, both very attached to the hunk of metal, no less.
So it seems old dogs can learn new tricks. That certainly makes things interesting, do they not?
And so they meet his gaze steadily, a smile on their face as they answer, simply because they can:
"I will have to disagree, I am afraid." Why, it is a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, or the alien equivalent of birds are singing, and there are certainly flowers that must be blooming. Perfect weather for a game of catch. "I find this all to be rather a pain in the neck."
Wouldn't you agree, Mettaton?
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Of course Chara has to be the contrarian of the three--Mettaton more than expected it. But not having seen Frisk for so long, and with the prospect of visiting with Asriel on top of that, he can't be dissuaded by their negative words.
Instead, he moves closer, nodding pleasantly at the invitation to join the group.
"I'm happy to join you, of course!!! And I'm sorry to hear that you are not enjoying yourself, Chara dear, but a little sunlight never hurt! It's good for humans, and pleasant to be in anyway! I'm certain you can bear it for a short while."
And that is all he has to say on their downer response, before he turns his attention to Asriel and Frisk.
"It's been far too long since we've spoken--are you all acclimating alright? Have you found proper lodgings?! Tell me everything!"
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The question distracts him, and Asriel perks right back up again.
"Yeah, I think we're doing all right!" Asriel holds his tongue against making a comment about how this place is an improvement over everywhere else they've been, but it's a nice picnic. He doesn't need to interject with his own negativity. If this place doesn't last... he wants to enjoy this moment right now. Right here under a brightly lit sky with everyone he cares about.
"We have a house now - it's got a pool! A big one!"
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"Well, if it bugs you so much you coulda stayed home!" A harmless enough statement, teasing but with the sting removed by the smile the comment is accompanied by. Jokes and a little levity to hopefully clear the mood, though Frisk's skill at such redirection might not be quite up to par.
Mettaton's question earns an enthusiastic nod from Frisk, and they squirm a little bit with excitement. "Yeah! I haven't found a job yet, but we got enough money t' be okay for a little while. Th' place we're at is so cool, it's got castles an' big mansions right next t' normal houses like at home!"
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Words do not require a coldness of tone to sting, a lesson every human and monster here has learned rather well. If it bothers you so much, Chara, why do you not simply leave? They would, Frisk, only they are quite certain that would end in tears for everyone involved. Frisk would have come scurrying and clinging at their heels mere moments later.
Or are they wrong?
"Right neckst to them, one might say," they add, helpfully, smiling for every moment.
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Taking things at his own pace is probably for the best. Besides, he's a robot, what's the worst that could happen?
"Oh, hahaha," he offers at Chara's pun. Ridiculous, it wasn't even a good one. But he doesn't linger on it. "At any rate, it appears you have all sorted out living arrangements, very good!! But what about day to day activities? That is, do you plan to seek employment? I'd suggest that as silly, but I know you all better!"
He assumes they are all determined to succeed...and yet...
"Of course, it goes without saying that if you need help with absolutely anything, you need only ask!!"
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There's a little smile of uncertainty. Certainly, Mettaton wasn't the only one who sometimes felt like there was a weight on his neck.
"Well, we just started living there. We didn't really plan that far a-head yet."
It's purposely not a neck pun, but it is a response to Chara's pun. He glances in Mettaton and Frisk's directions with a small smile to see if either one of them approve of it. And then he glances back to Chara, sticking out his tongue a bit in a playful gesture. A gesture that seems to be an attempt to grab at a moment in time before flowers, souls, and plans.
But the gesture still manages to feel misplaced and awkward, even to Asriel.
"I'd like to continue piloting, but I dunno if I can do still do that here."
Asriel got his transporter pilot job easily thanks to Rinzler and his training. And the Captains didn't seem to care to much either. But here, things seemed a way different. And it didn't look like piloting would be much of a thing here.
"Where are you staying, Mettaton?"
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Don't call them out like that, Chara!The puns aren't quite the best, but they earn a snort and giggle out of Frisk regardless. "I guess we didn't put our noggins t' work that hard yet! But, um. We'll figure it out!" Frisk glances to Asriel then with an encouraging smile. "Maybe they don't need pilots here so much, but you can do jobs t' other places too, right?"
Frisk glances over to Mettaton after Asriel's question, a curious look settling over their features.
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Regrettably.
"Security, perhaps," they comment, idly. Pluck a strand of grass between their fingers and twirl it, smiling as though they are not a consistent, constant destructive force, unable to so much as sit still without seeking out an object to rake their loathsome hands over and destroy, destroy destroy. "Would that not be neckcellent?"
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But he's going to ignore them, yep! He can do it!
"At the moment, I haven't yet acquired a permanent residence. Maybe I will find one near you all though," he comments lightheartedly. "And Asriel...why not use your skills for transporting in order to help citizens move? Or delivering items--there's plenty of potential!!"
So many opportunities to make sweet cash~
"I suppose security is a good idea too, especially for you Chara," he adds as an afterthought. "So that just leaves Frisk then~"
He looks at the small human expectantly. Tell him your secrets, Frisk!
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"I guess I could do deliveries! I still have my hover board. I didn't get the chance to use it much..."
Maybe he could start some kind of delivery service. He's not sure how you start a business like that, but you probably just need to put up some posters. He glances over at Frisk.
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"I'm, I-I've been lookin'...I dunno what I'd really be good at. I was supposed t' be helpin' people feel better on th' ship, but..."
They're starting to doubt their skill in that regard.
But that not really the sort of face any of them want to see out of Frisk, is it? So they straighten up and smile, as sunny as can be. "Um, I'll find somethin' though! I can always clean stuff, at least, 'n people always need help with that!"
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Perhaps, but perhaps not.
It's rude to make assumptions.
"Don't be absurd," they say, smoothly, as though they actively prepared what they were about to say to both children prior to this moment, their fierce desire to soothe spoiled nerves both an unnerving surprise and a weary constant. "You have plenty of skills to offer to the world at large."
Genuine compliments? Genuine advice? No. Never. This cannot stand. They will lose their footing. And thus Mettaton evades the center of their attention for the moment, as they comment to Frisk, wholly serious: "I believe we have dire need of a head matchmaker, if you are game."