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castle_perraultFor 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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Date: 2016-10-09 06:26 am (UTC)Sans had been planning on going relatively stealthy. Like so many things in his life as of late, it hadn't worked out that way.
He goes back to staring up at the sky, eyesockets half open.
"killer croc is the big green guy, right? best i can tell, something cheesed him off and he kind of went on a rampage inside. i gave him a few good licks and got away. went looking for people to try and let 'em know what was going on. found toriel and the other me just as toriel was finishing up with him. probably should have waited for toriel to fix the other me up. didn't. panicked. found out i can actually heal when it's literally myself involved. pretty cool, huh?"
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Date: 2016-10-14 12:52 pm (UTC)They're...honestly surprised when he says otherwise, what with the single HP thing. Maybe it's one of those timeline differences. They'll need to CHECK later.
"...pretty cool. Yeah. Still. Glad you're okay. Ish," they add, looking Sans over again.
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Date: 2016-10-24 03:52 am (UTC)But those are depressing thoughts that he doens't particularly want to hold on to right now. So Sans changes the subject.
"...glad the kite turned out okay. the two of them were pretty bound and determined. hell, i didn't even have to help." Not once they'd found the art room.
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Date: 2016-11-07 11:50 am (UTC)Frisk scoots over again--towards him this time--and dare letting go of the kite with one hand to gently pat him with it. Would've been a one-armed hug if he weren't lying down.
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Date: 2016-11-08 02:22 am (UTC)"and you know me. practicing isn't exactly one of my strong suits." He turns his attention back to watching the kite spin and dance overhead, before letting out a soft chuckle. "it shouldn't have been one of his. serif's, i mean. but his mom's been a good influence on him."
He's quiet for a moment longer, before adding: "she's had plenty of time, too. her and them and you and me...we've been here a while, haven't we?"