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Who: Asriel, Frisk, and Toriel
When: April 18th
Where: The Garden, and then Toriel's room
What: Two children get poisoned
Warnings: Sick kids being sick

A. In the Gardens

Eating pie in the garden was Asriel's suggestion. It seemed like a fun idea, and it was his favorite place to visit on the Moira. After exploring creepy prisons and accidentally revealing a little too much information about himself, Asriel just wanted to someplace quiet to go, talk, and eat some of the pie that was delivered to him in the mail.

Frisk and him spent the last few minutes talking about whatever topics came to mind - from space to books they've read, to what kind of foods they hated and Toriel made them eat anyway.

The pie slice that Asriel was eating tasted a little weird, but he didn't think much of it at first. But his stomach's starting to hurt. More so than just a usual stomachache.

"Frisk, do you think that pie was...?"

Not made right is what he almost says, but there's a sharp pain and he wraps his arms around his stomach. What's left of his slice falls out of his hand, but when it lands on the floor, small yellow flowers are sticking out.

B. Toriel's Room

The last thing Asriel remembers is being in the garden with Frisk. But when he slowly comes to, the scent of flowers and plants are gone and replaced with a familiar warmth. His throat burns, and there's a loud gasp as he sucks in a painful breath of air. Where's Frisk? Where is he? What happened? are all question that drift through his mind, but it's hard to coherently put any of these questions together with that intense pain in his stomach, and the whole room looking like a blur of colors that refuse to come into focus.

Someone... someone help... help me...

He tries to call out, but the only noise that comes out is a whimper. It's hard to form the right words, hard to think through all the heat and pain and drenched fur. Someone please.

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[Following almost immediately after Toriel's answer, a muffled "YEAH!!" can be heard from the door behind Toriel and Rinzler. The door slides open, and a small fluffy child who was supposed to be asleep comes tumbling out.

Tiny arms wrap around her waist, and Asriel's practically beaming with happiness.]

Thank you, mom!

Edited 2016-05-05 05:30 (UTC)

Rinzler's mask lingers on Toriel's expression. Prove yourself is an unfortunately familiar request, but whatever test this monster has in mind, he suspects it will be kinder. And he knows he won't fail. The helmet ducks in a quick nod, and fingers hesitate, wondering if he should ask...

...when a shout and a blur of white off-track that line of processing completely. Rinzler's noise catches, skipping quietly in a way that definitely, absolutely, sounds nothing like a laugh.

"...Asriel." Toriel's voice drops to a familiar warning tone at the small goatling clinging to her waist. Why was she not surprised her son was listening in?

"Last I remember, you were supposed to be resting. Yet, here you are out of bed."

Asriel feels like he's getting to know that voice a little too well on this ship. It still doesn't do much to dampen his spirits, though he understands that if he doesn't speak up soon, that mom voice is going to get a lot scarier.

"I-I was just getting up for some water and then I was going back to bed!"

Though he still hasn't gotten any water yet. The conversation between his mom and friend ended up taking priority.

"Mom, is it really okay if I can take flying lessons from Rinzler again?"

Rinzler's helmet stays angled toward Asriel, visuals and scan-sense checking him over as amusement recedes to curiosity. The monster isn't code enough to detect much, but if his energy levels aren't quite what they were, they're not critically low, either. Good. Certainly his movements don't seem lagged—for that enthusiastic burst, at least.

The program would insert a status query, but sidetracking from that question is the last thing he wants to do. Eyes slide up behind the black mask, gauging Toriel's response.

"Mmmh." She doesn't accept the excuse entirely, "Come here." She moves to sweep Asriel up into her arms. The poisoning and the following conversation leaves the monster more protective of her only son.

"When Rinzler proves himself, yes you may. For now, you're taking lessons with someone else for a period of time." Toriel repeats what she's said before. "Someone Rinzler picks and knows can teach you." She doesn't know the program's expertise regarding flight, but she's giving him the benefit of the doubt regarding his quality. "After you've gotten better."

When. Still no clarification of the task, but Rinzler isn't sure that's something to ask in front of the beta. She hadn't said 'if', though, and that's... something.

For now, he hangs back, a quick touch angling the text display towards Asriel.

Status?

The answer from Toriel isn't exactly what he was hoping for, but it isn't a complete ban. And he was still allowed to talk to Rinzler, which mattered a lot.

Toriel scooping him up is met with just a little bit of squirming, but he settles contently in her arms. Rinzler's message is a little hard to read from his position.

"I'm okay." He's actually really tired, though it looks like he's fighting it. The smile he gives is a little bit of a sad one. "I'm pretty tough."

Though there's an idea that floats through his head. He stifles a yawn before looking back at Toriel.

"Mom, do you want to come to one of the flying lessons?"

That way, maybe she'd be a little more comfortable with him flying? The only way she'd know for sure is if she saw it herself. He shifts his gaze back to Rinzler, giving him a questioning look.

"Do you think that would be okay, Rinzler?"