[intro] nascence
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castle_perraultIn the castle, a desert breathes.
She rebirths in a high tower--anyone who happened to be looking that way might he alerted to a new presence by a bright, starry light shining suddenly with the sound of deep bells and sparkles through a tower window.
By some odd inflection, her scarf is still here. Frayed, sandy, and incredibly light, Idlei stands six-and-some feet tall. Around her is the very, very long scarf that glitters with sigils. Idlei chirps curiously, the voice of a bird. This does not look like the desert. In fact, it rather looks like a strange parody of the Sunken City, if it were populated and built with cold stone. It is not blazingly hot here. The architecture is not in ruins. Sand does not blow through the window--clouds do.
She, somehow, has escaped the desert.
(anywhere)
Maybe it's the trail of an air-light white scarf. Maybe it's the short sounds of some ethereal song, or the soundwaves that are the result of them.
One way or another, she's bound to attract attention, especially with how she's flitting around like a massive bird of prey and leaving behind white sparks of magic. Certainly a strange addition to the castle.
Or, in some instances, when she's drifting around outside… somewhere like, say, the forest, the graveyard, the fog-washed Edge--well, she probably looks like a ghost.
She rebirths in a high tower--anyone who happened to be looking that way might he alerted to a new presence by a bright, starry light shining suddenly with the sound of deep bells and sparkles through a tower window.
By some odd inflection, her scarf is still here. Frayed, sandy, and incredibly light, Idlei stands six-and-some feet tall. Around her is the very, very long scarf that glitters with sigils. Idlei chirps curiously, the voice of a bird. This does not look like the desert. In fact, it rather looks like a strange parody of the Sunken City, if it were populated and built with cold stone. It is not blazingly hot here. The architecture is not in ruins. Sand does not blow through the window--clouds do.
She, somehow, has escaped the desert.
(anywhere)
Maybe it's the trail of an air-light white scarf. Maybe it's the short sounds of some ethereal song, or the soundwaves that are the result of them.
One way or another, she's bound to attract attention, especially with how she's flitting around like a massive bird of prey and leaving behind white sparks of magic. Certainly a strange addition to the castle.
Or, in some instances, when she's drifting around outside… somewhere like, say, the forest, the graveyard, the fog-washed Edge--well, she probably looks like a ghost.
hello have a frisk!
Date: 2016-10-12 02:10 am (UTC)There's good memories, there. And... not so good ones.
They spot her flying, and join her themselves, looping and circling her, arms spread out like wings, curious. Even though they can't match that bright resonance, they hum along. Suddenly, it's a concert.
hello ghost friend!!
Date: 2016-10-12 02:46 am (UTC)Her cries and calls become mixed with a bird-like twitter and chirp, looking over at Frisk curiously. She's never seen someone even remotely like Frisk--either they were a Rythulian or a cloth creature, or maybe the ancient Ancestor fish that lives in the temple. Frisk is beyond any of those.
It's all very, very strange.
: DD
Date: 2016-10-12 02:55 am (UTC)At the chirps they laugh, bright and clear and pleased and surprised. They cock their head, listening, but whatever magic the castle used to allow Duchess to talk seems to have fallen away here.
"I'm sorry," they say quietly. "I don't understand you." Experimentally, they repeat it in Froggit; a series of croaks, groans and burblings, and the language they can't remember the name of but must have learned somewhere, a form of sign language, finally coming to halt hovering in front of her so she can see it.
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Date: 2016-10-12 03:11 am (UTC)Stranger still, she understands it. She understands the language. Not quite how to speak it, however.
In one fluid, elongated chirped sound, she tries to mimic Frisk's words. The tune falls and rises and twists in a way that almost resembles words; an obscured "I'm sorry?"
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Date: 2016-10-12 03:19 am (UTC)"Yes!" they say. "That's it!" They deliberately fall over in the air, ending up upside down, arms and hair dangling with gravity. "I'm Frisk!" they say, gesturing to themselves, before gesturing to her and asking; "You?" They don't know if she can understand them, so they're trying to keep it as easy for her as they can.
lemme know if u can see the font
Date: 2016-10-12 04:25 am (UTC)"Frisk!" she says, almost a hum. Her answer to the question is almost remiscient to a certain robot by way of pitch. "Idleiiii~!"
: D I can no worries (I forgot how adorable that scene is)
Date: 2016-10-12 06:21 am (UTC)They right themselves, resting their head on their arms, thinking about how to put this. It's important she know. Their playful demeanour subsides somewhat as they bite their lip.
"Um..." They point out towards where they know the Edge to be. "You should be careful flying. You won't be able to go too far, and if you fall you'll... disappear for three days."
They're working up to the whole 'death is temporary here' thing.
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Date: 2016-10-12 03:16 pm (UTC)That's a strangely specific stretch of time for departure and return. She will take their word for it, though--better safe than sorry.
Idlei nods, yes, she understands.
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Date: 2016-10-12 07:40 pm (UTC)"Also there's a crocodile person around?" Frisk continues, sounding a little uncertain. Neither they or Chara have seen any such person, so they're unsure they really should be passing this on, but better safe than sorry. "He's hurt some people, so... be careful."
Of course that's not much use as a warning if he's changed like everyone else, but there's not much they can really do about that.
They smile a little, somewhat chipper again. "This place isn't all bad, though! Have you seen the lake?"
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Date: 2016-10-13 11:17 am (UTC)She humms curiously. She knows what a lake is, they rest in the mountaintop--this place seems to he in the sky, so she is not surprised, but she has not seen the lake.
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Date: 2016-10-13 09:21 pm (UTC)They found it by going straight through the ground accidentally, which means showing Idlei is a problem. Where's the conventional entrance? Is there one?
"Can you go through things?" they say hopefully. It would make the conundrum a lot easier.
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Date: 2016-10-14 08:50 pm (UTC)Kind of an issue, yeah.
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Date: 2016-10-15 09:02 pm (UTC)There usually is. #game protagonist lyfe
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Date: 2016-10-12 10:58 am (UTC)They're deigning to walk this time. (That has nothing to do with them landing on a branch that was scrawnier than they thought it was from afar during a recent flight, no sirree.)
They lift a hand and wave. "Hello!"
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Date: 2016-10-12 02:41 pm (UTC)She chirrups a curious note, looking them over. Shining eyes, sharp horns, wings with the color of late dusk… a lack of feet with something solid in its place. (She's never seen an actual animal in her life.)
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Date: 2016-10-12 10:23 pm (UTC)They can't tell if she's particularly bothered by them--or anything else, really--and so they don't run forward, like they want to do. Better to go slow. "New?" they guess.
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Date: 2016-10-12 11:44 pm (UTC)