It's also rude to menace people, but then Chara goes for that on the regular. Perhaps this is KARMA. Their SOUL is inverted, monster-white. So used to redness, that it's strange for them. But still their SOUL, futilely balking at the change placed on it, like when green, blue, purple...
Their heel taps against the stone of the first step, and they move up it, slowly drawing their stick and holding it out directly in front of them. One down... however many more to go, they didn't count. Hhhh, but they daren't take their eyelights from him, and they can't check if his shadows have gone behind them. Chara hates everything about this. The entrapment, the warbling static and blurring symbols, utterly meaningless, until like a radio briefly coming into tune...
Which, they think he asks. Not 'what', or 'who'. Which. An already difficult question, even if they weren't currently spooked and highly keyed up. They don't know how many Charas are here. They don't know what might set them apart. He seems angry. If they weren't already smiling by osseous default, they would be now.
"Not the genie," is all they can accurately supply. Fumble for the next step, hurry Chara. Voice even. Do not show weakness. The slightest slip and you're gone. "Who are you?"
What business do you have being this creepy, good sir.
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Date: 2016-10-13 09:31 am (UTC)Their heel taps against the stone of the first step, and they move up it, slowly drawing their stick and holding it out directly in front of them. One down... however many more to go, they didn't count. Hhhh, but they daren't take their eyelights from him, and they can't check if his shadows have gone behind them. Chara hates everything about this. The entrapment, the warbling static and blurring symbols, utterly meaningless, until like a radio briefly coming into tune...
Which, they think he asks. Not 'what', or 'who'. Which. An already difficult question, even if they weren't currently spooked and highly keyed up. They don't know how many Charas are here. They don't know what might set them apart. He seems angry. If they weren't already smiling by osseous default, they would be now.
"Not the genie," is all they can accurately supply. Fumble for the next step, hurry Chara. Voice even. Do not show weakness. The slightest slip and you're gone. "Who are you?"
What business do you have being this creepy, good sir.