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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! ))
1/2
It is in moments like these - moments of laughter, of that giddy, sickening reflex that curdles out from their throat - that they know they must be that hateful thing they claim they are, that they know they are. What sort of creature laughs at another person's pain? What sort of abomination hates every inch of itself? It knows, unquestionably, that it is utterly beyond redemption, some demonic hiccup, a cosmic joke spat out across the face of a world that does not want or require them, and never did. A blight, a ravaging thing that takes too much, too fast, and in doing so destroys every inch of what should have been pure and unsullied.
They are decent kids, he says.
They are decent kids, he says.
Which one, they wish to demand, breathless with horrid mirth, do you think is better? The one that spun the world back to its beginning, again and again, until they got the result they liked best? Oh wait, they would have to clarify, that refers to both of them! The one they turned into a soulless anomaly of a weed that ruined people's lives simply because he could, because he was desperate to feel something, anything, even if it was enjoyment at the behalf of everyone's suffering? The one they led along a dusty, barren path, hunting down monsters step for step until the Underground went empty?
They are decent kids, he says!
They are decent kids.