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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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It's not even depreciating. It's completely honest. His eyes flicking from somewhere beyond Chara to focusing on them. Tired. Lined, and a little sunken from strain.
He pushes his hand through his hair again, gone grey already.
"I know how it goes." And broad shoulders shrug. "So if you want to talk. You know what I go by. If not, that's none of my business."
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But that is not for them. System information can only take a demon so far.
SAVE it, rather, for someone who asks. Because that is not how it goes, between the two parties in an encounter. The hero slays the demon, or the triumph at the battle's end. There is no in between. There is no looking at this hideous creature and finding something worth talking to.
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It's a free planet and everything. He can't stop them from doing that. But at the same time...
At the same time, is this what he sounds like? When Angela prods at him to speak up? Or when the rest of his team asks him if he's okay? He never thought it was that bad. That he was that bad.
"But offering doesn't cost me anything." His expression is steady. "So... here it is. Just an offer. If you want to talk, I'll listen."
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Does he really think they are that stupid?
"Perhaps," says the child, serenely, "I did not make myself clear, Mr. Shiro."
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They are calm. Quite calm, completely and entirely. The blood in their ears - it is not blood at all. It is LOVE, it has to be, boiling in their heart and in whatever passes for a SOUL that doubtless lies shriveled up in their chest like a tumor.
They are
Calm.
They are quite calm.
After all, they cannot stop smiling.
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They have advanced, it seems, several paces' worth of ground. And they adjust their stance, shoulders rigid, because if they advanced, if they crossed this space, it must have been for some - some purpose. Intimidation, perhaps.
Yes.
Completely.
A bright, glistening, dangerous arch to their lips, and then - then they lean away, back.
"I hope that I have made myself clear."
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This has taken a very, very unexpected turn. But they're going down this road, and now there's no stopping it. Anyone sane would probably back off. Would know not to push. Would take these warning signs and go.
"Honestly? I don't want to talk about things like this. I don't want to know what's going on in your head."
Because it probably hits too close to home. Because he doesn't want to go digging around in his own head any time soon.
But if he has to? If someone really, really needs it? He would. This isn't about him. It's never been about him. And maybe that's why he's still talking. He can't leave this if someone thinks it's about him. That's too selfish.
"But if you decide that's what you need? That's another story."
He stands up. Draws himself up. To go. His turn now.
"I hope I made myself clear."
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Two humans standing on the edge of the cauldron to hell. Are they contemplating a double-suicide?
Their LOVE will end in Hell.
And still, they could not stop laughing.
"Rest assured, Mr. Shiro," they say, coldly, almost breathless from that burst of mirth - almost, but not quite, "creatures like me have no need of your services."
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On that, he's going to be stubborn. Because that's his choice. That's his decision. And if he regrets it, he regrets it. He'll deal with it later. After all, he's done a lot of things he's regretted, before.
What's one more?
This is a kid. A kid deserves something better than the hand he'd been dealt. Because it's still hitting him, his weird similarity.
... why do you think a monster like you ...
"That's all I've got to say."
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Other things.
"Your interest has been noted." Calm and clear professionalism, with not a shift in their composure. Contained in an angelic smile, until the very last.
"Now." They tilt their head, neatly, to one side. "Have you anywhere else to be?"
They have no plans to turn their back, not now and not ever. That is how you get a knife buried there, sunk to the hilt.
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It's not a question. He can pick up a hint. Really, he doesn't have anywhere to go yet, but he probably should check up on the house. Make sure no one's set it on fire. Which... knowing them...
Knowing Darin and Allura.
"Not really. But I can take a hint."
So he'll push himself up. Casually. Every motion careful to be slow and scripted. Predictable. If someone was on the edge, you didn't set them off if you could help it. He'll go.
But unlike them, he doesn't worry about turning away.
No reason to worry, on his end. Not yet.
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They will be what you want them to be.
His motions are slow, protracted and deliberate to the point where - there is no question, no question at all, as to what his agenda must be, what assumptions have been made.
There is no surprise there, given everything.
No reason to worry. Not yet.
He's got better to do.