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castle_perrault2016-04-19 02:36 pm
collectyourfriends) wrote in castle_perrault2016-04-19 02:36 pm
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Spotted! Trainer
There's a familiar voice echoing through the gardens--almost. After all, Frisk's voice hasn't been loud in a long while.
"Papyrus! Papyrus? Papyrus!" What were those others called again--? "Dogs? Dogs? Papyrus! Where--are you?"
The first visible difference one might notice is a massive dog-thing walking alongside them, ears flicking. Anyone who can tear their eyes away from him will notice that this Frisk is wearing a bandanna on their head, a pair of goggles and a bland-looking necklace hanging around their throat, a bag hoisted over their shoulder, and a black ball clutched tightly in their hand.
It's a Dusk Ball, and Papyrus was supposed to be inside of it. But he's not. It's empty. They hadn't seen him get out. Where is he?
Where are they? The sight of the sky goes against everything he'd told them, that Toriel had told them. If just walking back towards the Ruins to Snowdin ("IT'S A GOOD PLACE FOR 'TRAINING'!" Papyrus said) would somehow get them out--that doesn't make any sense. None of this does.
...Finding Papyrus is the most important thing right now. So they can ask him questions. Or to make sure he isn't in trouble with Sans, or that Captain he'd been going on about.
Their Manectric partner is the only reason they aren't completely panicking--and then he freezes and turns his head with a growl. They stop too, heart hammering, peering to see what he's looking at. "Sparks...?"
Or rather, who. Seems there's someone nearby.
"Hello?"
"Papyrus! Papyrus? Papyrus!" What were those others called again--? "Dogs? Dogs? Papyrus! Where--are you?"
The first visible difference one might notice is a massive dog-thing walking alongside them, ears flicking. Anyone who can tear their eyes away from him will notice that this Frisk is wearing a bandanna on their head, a pair of goggles and a bland-looking necklace hanging around their throat, a bag hoisted over their shoulder, and a black ball clutched tightly in their hand.
It's a Dusk Ball, and Papyrus was supposed to be inside of it. But he's not. It's empty. They hadn't seen him get out. Where is he?
Where are they? The sight of the sky goes against everything he'd told them, that Toriel had told them. If just walking back towards the Ruins to Snowdin ("IT'S A GOOD PLACE FOR 'TRAINING'!" Papyrus said) would somehow get them out--that doesn't make any sense. None of this does.
...Finding Papyrus is the most important thing right now. So they can ask him questions. Or to make sure he isn't in trouble with Sans, or that Captain he'd been going on about.
Their Manectric partner is the only reason they aren't completely panicking--and then he freezes and turns his head with a growl. They stop too, heart hammering, peering to see what he's looking at. "Sparks...?"
Or rather, who. Seems there's someone nearby.
"Hello?"
aaron: called manectric a dog
That's going to have to be enough. Aaron doesn't want to say they're never going to escape, or that they're 100% trapped-- but he doesn't want to lie, either.
"This place isn't too bad. I'm sure you and your dog will like it here, after you get over the whole... snatching situation."
well he is not entirely wrong despite what they say
"...Manectric," they correct. "Sparks isn't a dog. He's not white."
He turns a quick circle, showing off for Aaron with a huff. Dogs? Dogs are monster things in Grillby's, and in the woods before Snowdin, that's all. He doen't look anything like them.
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"...do you like birds? I can show you the aviary, if you want."
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Frisk's hand drops to their bag, feeling where Prince is waiting. He can take care of himself if there's trouble, but he's also...overly friendly with new flying types at first meetings.
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The aviary is nice, really, but he wants to make sure they know that those birds can be kind of nasty when startled, although the majority of them are quite docile.
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Still. It'll definitely be good to get a look at the local wildlife. Maybe it'll help them figure out sort of where this floating castle is. They have some knowledge about other regions' species, hopefully it'll be enough.
They straighten up and nod resolutely, mirrored by their Manectric. "Show the way."
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"Sometimes the castle moves around, kind of. But it's not too bad, and there isn't anywhere really bad. There's no maps, sadly. The castle moves too often for them to have any use."
He leads Frisk through the gardens and to the aviary. Sure enough, colorful birds are everywhere.
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The birds stop them in their tracks, though. These are all kinds of species, but--"What are they?" None of them are species they've ever seen.
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"Well, we've got some parrots, those big colorful ones. And a peacock over there. He's the male because of his big tail. The females are browner and don't have fans." He points out the peacock, which regally ignores them. "I... don't see many others I can recognize. Sorry."
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They slip a hand into their Bag and pull out a journal, scribbling down a few notes.
"Know what types they are? Other than Flying?"
Sparks takes a few steps forward, snuffling a greeting, which is just as ignored as Aaron--the peacock just takes a few steps away. He tilts his head. Why don't they answer?
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"They're just birds. They don't have types. THey're just animals, I guess, like parrots or finches."
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Then their head jerks around, jaw going comically slack. "Animals? What?"
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He could say the same about a few of the other birds, but bar the parrots, none else are gaudy enough to catch attention.
(is 'culture clash' the right word for this misunderstanding)
Long pause.
"...where I'm from, I guess."
And now they're quiet again, looking troubled.
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Apart from be large enough to vaguely unsettle Aaron, make him unduly concerned. "Your world used to have animals, though?"
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Sparks tosses his head and mane, a trail of his namesake flickering through the air. A few of the nearest birds startle--and he makes a sound very much unlike a dog would. Dogs can't laugh.
"Yeah." They read about it when they were in Roxanne's school. "'Population boom' of Pokémon centuries ago." Not that anyone was sure why. Which is a little odd, but Pokémon are more interesting, they guess.
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"Population boom. Makes sense, if they're hardier. Darwin and all that."
He doesn't mind the explanation, Frisk! He quite welcomes it, too.
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"Yeah. Good for Pokémon, bad for...living stuff that's not plants." They point at the birds. "Never saw stuff like those. Ever."
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"Ah, the birds are pretty lively. There are a lot of them. There's a few birdwatching books in the library, if you want to brush up on what you already know."
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Frisk isn't thinking of leaving quite yet, too entranced by the birds.
"And...yes. Gonna want to do that." They wave their journal through the air absently.
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"Hey, look over there. There's a couple babies."
Not quite colorful yet, either!
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They do follow his direction, and they quietly start heading towards them for a closer look, waving absently at Sparks to stay back. They're careful enough none of the birds seem particularly upset, or maybe they're all used to visitors by now.
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"Hey, are there any other kinds of Pokemon, or are they all... lightning. Type?"
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