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[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! ))

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"Frisk! My friend!"

Enter a towering man. A towering man who happened to pass by the park a few minutes ago, spotting familiar faces. He kept on going for a little while. Only to double back, bearing a bag from one of the nearby cafes.

Sadly, Frisk is the only one he knows by name. So that's the person he's going to call out to first.

He's been overwhelmed since his arrival. Overwhelmed and trying to process this whole thing. Sure, he found the house for everyone, let them sort it all out. Put in for work. But the whole idea of living like a normal person is something he doesn't quite know how to deal with yet.

So.

The park. Just to clear his head.

Except there's a bunch of familiar kids there before him. He hangs back a bit, on a bench, idly watching them.

Asriel glances up, soda in hand. His eyes meet a very tall man - apparently a friend of Frisk's?

"Howdy there!"

Asriel wasn't the one being addressed, but that doesn't mean he can't offer a friendly greeting.

It would be hard to not recognize that booming voice. Frisk turns around towards Reinhardt, and smiles before hopping up to their feet and running over--quite the change from their shy demeanor of late.

"Reinhardt!" They giggle as they run into him and hug him right around the waist--not that someone as small as Frisk is could hope to budge this mountain of a man. "What're you doin' here?"

It takes a bit before Frisk notices Shiro out of the corner of their eye. They pause and turn, watching him with a calm, oddly flat expression before the smile faintly and wave to him, beckoning him over. They won't call out--that would be forcing him a bit too hard, probably, and he seems like he might just want to be alone right now. But Frisk still wants to offer the invitation, should he want some company.

"Hello!"

Hey, Reinhardt isn't in the business of being picky. He's always been the friendly sort. And apparently, this small being is a friend of Frisk's... which mean he's a friend of Reinhardt's. Immediately.

He hunkers down a bit, so he's not so gigantic.

"I am Reinhardt! And who may you be?"

"Passing through! Oh, and bringing a gift."

He says that with a wink. Because you don't crash a party without bringing a gift. That's just polite.

But as Frisk charges over, he hunkers down, opening up massive arms to scoop them up in a hug. If he weren't still holding the bag, he'd have tossed them into the air.

"How are you!"

Oh. The sad child from the other world. The one he'd gotten into the dog person vs. cat person discussion with. No wonder they looked familiar. He lifts a hand, and waves back, idly.

Then, after a second or two of debate, stands up to wander in their direction.

"Having a good time?"

"Gross," says Chara. Whether that is intended as a response to Reinhardt's question or simple commentary on the saccharine proceedings is anybody's guess. For their part, they hardly look up from their casual plucking of petals from a dandelion-like weed they picked on a whim.

Always so casually destructive, that Chara. What a scamp.

Frisk laughs in delight when they're swept up off their feet, easily shifting their hold up to around Reinhardt's shoulders. They squirm just a little bit to settle a little more comfortably, and to try and get a peek into the bag he's holding. "Really? What'd you bring?"

Chara's comment catches their attention, and Frisk turns to blow a loud raspberry at their Partner in good humor. "I'm not gross! I had a bath last night 'n everythin'!"

He appreciates the effort Reinhardt is taking to make himself a little shorter. It's always a little intimidating to talk to someone towering over you. Mettaton being Asriel's exception.

"My name's Asriel! I'm Frisk's brother!"

As well as Chara's but he'll let Chara introduce themselves first if they want. Clearly there's a strong family resemblance here.

It isn't for a while before Asriel ends up straying a little from Frisk and Chara, thanks to a ball rolling too far from their little picnic area. Without thinking too much about it, Asriel gives chase until he's just a few feet away from where Shiro is sitting.

And he notices that Shiro's watching him. He picks up the runaway ball and straightens up.

"Oh um... hi there, mister! You were with our group, right?"

Asriel thinks he's seen him while they were all traveling and exploring anyway. Asriel perks up a little more, suddenly remembering why Shiro looks a somewhat familiar.

"Wait, I think I recognize you... you made friends with one of those big, mean cats!" He remembers that network post, and his expression turns more nervous. "It's... not with you right now, is it?"

He's already holding up his hands in the universal, parental-type gesture of "caught me", when the alien-looking child notices him.

"Yeah, I was. Sorry -- I didn't mean to butt in."

Seemed like the people from the ship were everywhere. Not in a bad way, really. This way, maybe other people could understand the strain of the different world. Suddenly having a more normal life.

He blinks for a second. "What--? Oh! No, he... he stayed behind. I wasn't going to force him to come along, don't worry."

Reinhardt's used to hunkering down for kids. Thanks to Torbjörn -- and that massive family of his. Also, thanks to Overwatch in general for his not so much as blinking when Asriel introduces himself.

Hey, if Lena and Emily's family includes Winston, Frisk's can include a nonhuman.

"It is a pleasure to meet part of Frisk's family!" And he means it. One hundred and ten percent. "A big pleasure indeed, Asriel!"

Well then. If Frisk is going to climb and hold on, he'll settle the bag down on the ground. The better to toss them easily up onto a shoulder.

"A surprise!"

The raspberry and the comment both get the giant Crusader to turn, his scarred eyebrow arching in curiosity. He'd have said something, if Frisk hadn't answered first. Then, he bursts out into a laugh, his free hand actually slapping his knee.

"Fine then! No surprise for you, my friend."

"Without parental supervision? You scamp, you."

They elect to ignore Reinhardt's commentary entirely like the rude little gremlin they are. They have no desires for any surprises he may have to offer, and they will persist in their little game of loves-me-loves-me-not.

(LOVEs me not.)

(Always.)

Visible relief crosses his face when he mentions the cat stayed behind.

"That's good... er, no offense. They're just kind of scary, that's all."

Being a small, fuzzy creature that looks like a very edible goat, Asriel's had his run-in with a few of those animals. None of them ever seemed too friendly.

"What do you think of the new planet? It's pretty different from being on a spaceship all the time! Or ending up one of those scarier planets."

A swelling happiness rises in Asriel's chest at the word "family". That's right, he was here with his family - both Chara and Frisk. Here on a planet that didn't seem like it would hurt them in some way or take them away from each other.

It still felt hard to believe it was true. That planet where they spent a year at a party seemed nice too before they all realized it was a trick.

"It's nice to meet you too, Reinhardt! You're one of Frisk's friends?"

A familiar face, naturally, is not necessarily a well-liked or even remotely wanted one. That must be the general assumption; people seldom actively desire that creatures such as themself occupy the same space.

They watch him as he watches them, back ramrod-straight, hands folded neatly in their lap, eyes boring into his silhouette. Their cohorts are observant and to claim otherwise would be a disservice to the pair of them, but they are trusting - entirely too trusting, to a very particular fault.

It does not do to grow complacent as one is being watched.

Assuming he does not speak first, they will do so in his stead:

"Have you something to say, Mr. Shiro?"

Birds, flowers, and parks as a whole don't much fall in Rinzler's range of interest. He's spent most of the time since their arrival scouting the more urban structures of the region: towering skyscrapers and spaceside ports, living quarters and the more distant hallways of the Ingress complex.

Still, if Frisk, Asriel, or Chara happen to wander slightly off from the bright field (or peer, at just the right angle, toward that gap between the trees), they might spot an out-of-place contrast of red against black. Rinzler's perched on a stone wall shaded by some of the taller branches, making no real effort other than the distance to conceal himself. Or to mask his observation of the group sprawled out on the grass. Chara's presence isn't one he'd calculated for, but they don't look particularly hostile toward the rest.

...good. He keeps watching, making no move to interrupt.

A familiar figure, no doubt. His hostility is kept to a minimum, as befits everyone. It is unlikely he would be restrained should he be genuinely hostile - though assumptions, as all well know, are unkind things to be made regarding those whom they do not know.

All the same, there are some that may find a silent observer to be - unsettling. Not Frisk, of course; they bear no qualms about Sans's tendencies, neither here nor at home. But others may take umbrage with such a thing.

Others may approach with the casual, dismissive lift of an eyebrow.

"Enjoying the view?"

Chara's approach isn't difficult to track, and they'll find the opaque helmet slanting slightly to follow them. Rinzler doesn't move from his spot, but there's a quiet uptick to his constant rumble—if they're listening closely enough to catch it. Irritation? Not harsh enough. Curiosity? Maybe.

To their address, he only slants his mask: a query for a query. Is there some reason he shouldn't be?

They have every intention of ensuring this encounter is far more expeditious than the one previous. Perhaps there is no harm in watching innocent children at play; only these children are far from innocent, and their play is but a temporary distraction at best.

"Have you something to say, I suggest you say it," they answer, clipped and cleanly professional as ever.

They do so ever hate those who stand in their way.

"If they would call me that, yes!"

It's said with a lot of amusement, and warmth. Because of course he calls Frisk his friend. But far be it from him to insist they call him the same.

"Have you been here long?"

Maybe Asriel's gotten more paranoid about being watched over these past few months, but he does manage to look back. When he doesn't see anything at first, he turns back to Chara and Frisk to continue whatever conversation they're having.

A few minutes later, he glances back again. A red light in the trees should be something startling, but Asriel perks up immediately. If it is Rinzler, there's a moment where he hesitates. Their last conversation was.... well, heavy, to say the least.

Asriel shakes off his nerves and gets up, wandering over to Rinzler's current stalking spot and looking for him. His disk is in plain view, slightly damaged from the planet before.

"Rinzler?"

He hopes it's Rinzler, otherwise this could end badly.

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rudely butts in here

how dare

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MORE FRIENDS

yes........"friends"

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/deposits lurker program

>initiated.

> check

> ACT > judge

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