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castle_perrault2016-04-14 03:51 pm
momentbymoment) wrote in castle_perrault2016-04-14 03:51 pm
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Arrival; And through timeless words in priceless pictures...
Visiting places she's never been, walking into realities that aren't truly real, these are things Eva is used to. Maybe too used to, if the veteran agents are to be believed, but usually she enters them of her own volition. On purpose, and with the memory that she has done so.
She's altered so many people's memories over the years, with their consent and for their own happiness. Never before has she felt her own mind so tampered with.
At first, she was certain she was dreaming. Why not? A castle with a room full of candy, and seemingly endless corridors? That's the stuff of sleep and dreams. Not usually of her's, but these things aren't always predictable.
But when the dream doesn't end, no matter how she wanders or what she does, she starts to get suspicious. Everything around her is so solid, and time seems to flow fairly normally. So if she isn't dreaming... then what? Someone's memory is the most likely culprit, but she has no memory herself of a client. Did something go wrong? ... Again? After that incident with Johnny she thought she more than had her share of drama for at least a few months.
She's just starting to wonder if she should panic when she passes the lab. Like a moth to flame she's drawn in. It's more well-equipped than she expected and... feels oddly familiar. The set up of the hood, the type of tools and equipment, even the smell of it. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as the feeling of de ja vu only grows.
Then, behind her, a meow. The first indication of a living thing. She'd rather it be human, but as she turns to look at the creature, a tidal wave of emotions hits her hard. Of all the cats in the world...
She crouches down and holds out her hand for it, smiling in a tired sort of way as it moves to bump its face against her. "Now you were not what I was expecting." It meows again.
"Not a bad job, considering..." Not that she'd admit that aloud if Neil was in earshot. She can tell it's a data projection, of course. If it was a real cat she could write it off as a coincidence. Unfortunately, it isn't, and that means Neil is here, too, for better or worse.
That doesn't answer any of her questions. "Do you know where Neil is?" She asks the cat as she picks it up. It's the only company she has, and it's coming with her. She continues her investigation of the lab and the castle itself with a datacat purring in her arms.
She's altered so many people's memories over the years, with their consent and for their own happiness. Never before has she felt her own mind so tampered with.
At first, she was certain she was dreaming. Why not? A castle with a room full of candy, and seemingly endless corridors? That's the stuff of sleep and dreams. Not usually of her's, but these things aren't always predictable.
But when the dream doesn't end, no matter how she wanders or what she does, she starts to get suspicious. Everything around her is so solid, and time seems to flow fairly normally. So if she isn't dreaming... then what? Someone's memory is the most likely culprit, but she has no memory herself of a client. Did something go wrong? ... Again? After that incident with Johnny she thought she more than had her share of drama for at least a few months.
She's just starting to wonder if she should panic when she passes the lab. Like a moth to flame she's drawn in. It's more well-equipped than she expected and... feels oddly familiar. The set up of the hood, the type of tools and equipment, even the smell of it. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as the feeling of de ja vu only grows.
Then, behind her, a meow. The first indication of a living thing. She'd rather it be human, but as she turns to look at the creature, a tidal wave of emotions hits her hard. Of all the cats in the world...
She crouches down and holds out her hand for it, smiling in a tired sort of way as it moves to bump its face against her. "Now you were not what I was expecting." It meows again.
"Not a bad job, considering..." Not that she'd admit that aloud if Neil was in earshot. She can tell it's a data projection, of course. If it was a real cat she could write it off as a coincidence. Unfortunately, it isn't, and that means Neil is here, too, for better or worse.
That doesn't answer any of her questions. "Do you know where Neil is?" She asks the cat as she picks it up. It's the only company she has, and it's coming with her. She continues her investigation of the lab and the castle itself with a datacat purring in her arms.
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"Hi."
Frisk heard her--and Goku--before they saw her, but if she's being nice to the cat, she's probably not going to immediately try to FIGHT.
...But they can't help looking just a tad cautious once they come into view.
There's a green scarf around their neck, which might seem a little odd since it's not that chilly, but beyond that they look what one could call normal.
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Odd. They must know each other. That's encouraging... even if it means Neil has been around children unsupervised.
"Hello. What's your name?"
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"'M Frisk." They tilt their head at her, noting how collected she seems.
"Are you new? Or did...I not see you when you were?"
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She watches for a moment, quiet, then speaks again, "do you two know each other?"
(may be a tad slow here b/c there is a thread still ongoing between neil and frisk)
They flop down to sit cross-legged. Goku puts paws on their leg to get at their hand more. "You're in a weird castle. It's floating in the sky. Everybody here's been taken from their timelines and worlds and stuff."
no worries!
"Dr. Neil Watts?"
Priorities. She has them. Did you say something about castles? She didn't hear it.
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"Yeah. He's from your timeline-world-thing?"
Frisk can't blame her for seeming glad that one of her friends--they assume--is here instead of her just trapped alone. And they think they're a bit glad he's not stuck alone anymore too.
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She watches the child and the cat interact, smiling a little. "I hope he hasn't been too much trouble."
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Their expression goes a little flat. Goku protests their sudden lack of petting with another headbutt. "He's...a little bit. He's in his room. He's...sick."