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castle_perrault2015-12-18 04:57 pm
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Set a Bat Among the Pigeons
There's a particularly unusual creature in the aviary today.
The Batman isn't happy to wake up at the top of a tree surrounded by birds for many reasons, but chief among them is the fact that the birds are loud. He'd been jarred awake by a parrot screeching right near his ear and his startled motions when he'd jerked into an upright position had resulted in a massive cloud of panicked birds fleeing from the big weird animal. Naturally, they'd raised a cacophony of squawks, chirps, tweets and twittering in the process, and his ears were still ringing a little from the initial uproar.
But the bird had at least left the Batman alone up there, perched on top of a particularly thick branch several stories above the ground. The height doesn't phase him, but the fact he doesn't recognize the tree- or the massive room it seems to be in- is enough to disconcert him when the last thing he remembers is heading back to the Manor after a long night chasing down the Penguin.
But the bird had at least left the Batman alone up there, perched on top of a particularly thick branch several stories above the ground. The height doesn't phase him, but the fact he doesn't recognize the tree- or the massive room it seems to be in- is enough to disconcert him when the last thing he remembers is heading back to the Manor after a long night chasing down the Penguin.
He does wonder if this might be some sort of Penguin-related scheme, but even with the earlier screeching the birds don't seem hostile enough, or even that interested when he's merely sitting around and trying to get his bearings. Not to mention even Penguin wouldn't be dumb enough to leave the Batman untied.
Sitting in a tree all day isn't going to get Batman any answers of course, so he unfolds his wings and leaps off his branch, swooping in circles around the aviary and keeping an eye out for anything or anyone that might be able to shed some light on the situation.
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"Kay." Sounds like Asgore named him, and their lips twitch up.
"...Frisk," they add after the silence stretches on long enough to be a little awkward.
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"Frisk," he repeats. There's the slightest of hesitations before he continues, "How long have you been here?"
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"A while? More than a month. I wasn't actually counting," they say, sounding apologetic.
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"Then I was here. I want to go back. 'Cause they're probably really worried."
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"...Do you want to talk about it?" he asks. His tone is a little stiff, but the offer is sincere.
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After a long, puzzled pause, Frisk just ends up shrugging.
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"You can always talk later," he says. "If you want."
Still, he has to admit that Frisk's family issues- while definitely an issue- probably aren't the top priority right now anyway. Not when they're both trapped in some sort of strange castle.
"So. You said this castle's in the sky?"
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"Yeah. Don't know how we got here, don't know how to get down...or what's down."
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"Think you can show me to the edge?"
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"It's not hard to find. Just keep going straight anywhere." They beckon and take off out of the aviary and down the hall.
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He doesn't say anything once they get out into the hallway, although Frisk may notice the curious way he looks about the walls and the ceiling, occasionally glancing at any windows, as if the architecture's going to provide him with any hints as to their true location.
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Frisk pauses glance back at him every few steps, especially once they both leave the sunnier-in-the-center bit of the castle towards the outside, where the clouds start rolling in through the windows and doors. It's a bit chillier.
They don't slow down until they get to the door that groans dangerously when they gingerly push it open, and then it's a straight shot to the edge.
The grass there is darker and thicker than the stuff in the gardens, Frisk notices absently, but they mostly stick to the path. The worn stone goes all the way to and then cuts off at the drop. "Edge," they announce, circling back around him a couple times just because they can.
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Even after what Frisk told him about the castle being in the sky, he doesn't quite register the clouds as clouds- it's hard to distinguish it from regular fog.
Despite the fog and Frisk's brisk pace, it's easy for the Batman to keep up with them, although he winces a little at first when the door groans. For some reason he wasn't quite expecting it. But he forgets the pain of the noise once he sees what's outside.
Grass, a stone path, a light breeze that ruffles his fur, and a lot of fog- or clouds- it doesn't sound that impressive but even from the doorway he can see a very obvious cut off at the end of the path, and when he trots down to the end of it and peers carefully over the edge, sure enough, there's nothing there.
The Batman slowly backs up until he's in the center of the path, where he pulls himself to his feet and straightens to his full height. He absently cups his chin in one hand and examines the edge. A bit of a run, and a few flaps of his wings...
He turns to Frisk, and extends a hand.
"Want to see what's over the edge?"
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"Yes. Very much. Can't see more than a few feet down 'cause of the clouds," they add. They've spent time kneeling at the edge, trying to catch a glimpse of anything and never managing it.
What'll they find? Anything at all? An ocean, another land far below? They're kind of excited.
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At any rate, the offered hand wasn't intended to lift Frisk, but as a way of asking permission to touch them. Once they take it he kneels down and carefully scoops Frisk up, holding them against his chest with both arms. Hopefully they aren't allergic to fur.
"Hang on tight," he warns them. Without another word, the Batman spreads his wings, dashes towards the edge, and leaps into the clouds.
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They don't need much time to adjust before they're craning their head to try looking back.
A part of them expected the bottom of the castle to just be flat below the cliffs, but the rock lowers into more of a massive cone. They think. The clouds make it very hard to see.
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The cloud cover is definitely a bit of a visibility issue- but being the Batman he can at least get a vague idea of where the rocks are, even through all the fog, just from listening out for the faint echoes that bounce off of them. Frisk won't have to worry about them crashing into the sides of the cliff, at least.
He circles slowly further and further downwards, around the enormous cone of rock jutting beneath the castle, flapping his wings occasionally to change direction or to keep their ascent at a reasonable pace. After a few minutes he'll tilt his head to glance over at Frisk.
"How are you holding up?"
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"There's a lake somewhere inside that part," they inform him, pointing at the tapering stone. "I don't know how it fits there, though!" The space seemed bigger than the bottom half looks from the outside, they think.
Closer and closer to the true end of the castle, the winds pick up speed. The darkening clouds swirl.
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Besides, he's speaking a bit loudly himself when he says, "A lake underneath the castle?" That doesn't sound very structurally sound, he thinks, but then, neither does a flying castle. Magic must be doing much of the support. "How did you find it?"
As he feels the winds growing stronger around him, he frowns down at the dark clouds. "Looks like there's a storm below us. Do you want to turn back?" He thinks he should be able to hold onto them, but he supposes they might not want to deal with all the cold and wet.
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They look down. "Just 'f you do!" Cold and wet isn't something they mind; they want to see if there's something at the bottom of the castle, too, if they can.
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"Okay!" he says, raising his voice above the increasing winds. He tightens his grip on Frisk, pressing them closer against his chest, and gives one last warning: "Brace yourself!" before diving into the clouds below.
In a moment, the world is nothing but grey fog, and howling wind buffeting against the Batman. Frigid droplets of water are swiftly clinging to his fur, sliding across his limbs and back. He clenches his jaw, fighting hard against the wind so it doesn't send them spiraling out of control. He just has to keep heading down... and down... and down...