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castle_perrault2016-09-17 06:19 am
dustless) wrote in castle_perrault2016-09-17 06:19 am
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what use is a present if you just leave it to look pretty
For all the time they've been at the castle, Frisk's never really hung around the Edge.
What would the point be? There's a lot more inside, where the rooms are ever-shifting, and the gardens are always full of sunlight and only a few clouds high above. If they really wanted to watch clouds moving, they could just go into one of the towers or higher halls and watch out the windows.
...and the Edge was a reminder that the castle's all there really is, and they don't...like thinking about that all the time.
But now that they've been guiding newcomers there to prove yes, this is all real, they've realized...it's not bad out there. It's beautiful, seeing the clouds close up like that, and the grass is comfortable, and the wind is nice against their face, even if it's kind of cold. And that last bit is helpful in another way, too--
High above the Edge, maybe even visible from the castle's other towers and the gardens, a red kite flies--after several attempts, almost staying in the air before falling out of sight again, once, twice, three time, four...eighth time's the charm. It's Frisk's gift from Serif and S-4, with its kitty face, though that's impossible to see from so far below.
Frisk themselves is just sitting cross-legged in the grass, holding onto the kite's spool tightly, watching it disappear and reappear with the clouds' movements.
They hadn't thought about how that would telegraph exactly where they are, but that's fine. They won't mind if people come to keep them company.
What would the point be? There's a lot more inside, where the rooms are ever-shifting, and the gardens are always full of sunlight and only a few clouds high above. If they really wanted to watch clouds moving, they could just go into one of the towers or higher halls and watch out the windows.
...and the Edge was a reminder that the castle's all there really is, and they don't...like thinking about that all the time.
But now that they've been guiding newcomers there to prove yes, this is all real, they've realized...it's not bad out there. It's beautiful, seeing the clouds close up like that, and the grass is comfortable, and the wind is nice against their face, even if it's kind of cold. And that last bit is helpful in another way, too--
High above the Edge, maybe even visible from the castle's other towers and the gardens, a red kite flies--after several attempts, almost staying in the air before falling out of sight again, once, twice, three time, four...eighth time's the charm. It's Frisk's gift from Serif and S-4, with its kitty face, though that's impossible to see from so far below.
Frisk themselves is just sitting cross-legged in the grass, holding onto the kite's spool tightly, watching it disappear and reappear with the clouds' movements.
They hadn't thought about how that would telegraph exactly where they are, but that's fine. They won't mind if people come to keep them company.
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Gaster Blaster. Oh. Oh.
Frisk's abruptly on their knees and staring it in the eye, following it with their head. Which is hard when it's actually above their head, but they can try.
When their Sans almost died--and when he turned himself into something with this---magic beast for a head.
...That Sans named Betty. He has a pack of Betties.
Okay.
"...What are they?" Frisk raises a hand too, lightly tapping it on the snout with two fingers.
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As Sans takes the spool, the Gaster Blaster floating above them blinks as Frisk taps it. It backs away slighty, at first unsure of what the human was doing. But when whatever-they-did apparently turned out to be harmless, it came back, sniffing in earnest down. Sans chuckles as he turns to the sky, watching the kite.
"My magic. I call 'em Gaster Blasters. They're technically attacks, but... eh. They kind of have minds of their own by themselves. Kinda like dogs, honestly."
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"Didn't know anybody could make a...living attack. Well--Temmies sort of could, I guess. But I think all of her are kinda different from most monsters."
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"Heh, yeah. I name them that myself. And yeah... well. It's not THAT uncommon, but I guess Temmie's a pretty bad example, huh?"
The blaster's sniffing stops as Frisk pats its head. Now, a little less curious, it leans into the hand.
"Not too hard, buddy," Sans says carefully, which the blaster apparently obliges by remaining gentle. "Heheh. I wish I had pictures of the ones I used to make when I was a kid. They were like puppies. I guess I could still make one, I'm just used to my own magic now."