364 days until--! [Halloween Event: End]
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castle_perrault Midnight once more.
Silence falls, muting everything from the voices of the castle's inhabitants to the wind rushing through tree-branches and whirling around the Edge.
Mist bursts from every changed body, rising, leaving a tingle and a sort of numbness behind.
It hovers over the castle, a deeper sort of fog. The silence only deepens.
Until--in a single instant, it falls with an explosion of sound from everywhere at once, rushes through the windows and down the halls with hurricane force.
And then, it stops. The mist is gone. The noise of the castle is once again completely normal.
If anyone chooses to follow the path of destruction--and there will be one until the castle repairs itself the day after--it ends at a door.
The noise violently launches Frisk from sleep. After a few minutes of disorientation, they take stock of themselves.
They're still the same, but...no, actually, they're not. They're tired. They're sort of...empty-feeling. Because...because they're not angry. Why were they so mad all the time? No, that's a dumb question.
Frisk still has their wings and horns and tail for a while, that day. They spend it curled up on a couch in the library with their face buried in a cushion. They can't fly, they can't use their flames, their hooves ache.
And then...it all fades. Like sand blowing away in wind, or maybe snow in something warm, because none of the demon residue is left behind.
...Frisk's too tired to care.
//The Halloween transformation event is over! Hope everybody had some fun! And of course if anyone still has plans, feel free to make posts set in October! Just be sure to clearly label that it's been backdated~
And--click that link and scroll to the bottom of the rooms page for a new little option for some fun.>:3c
Silence falls, muting everything from the voices of the castle's inhabitants to the wind rushing through tree-branches and whirling around the Edge.
Mist bursts from every changed body, rising, leaving a tingle and a sort of numbness behind.
It hovers over the castle, a deeper sort of fog. The silence only deepens.
Until--in a single instant, it falls with an explosion of sound from everywhere at once, rushes through the windows and down the halls with hurricane force.
And then, it stops. The mist is gone. The noise of the castle is once again completely normal.
If anyone chooses to follow the path of destruction--and there will be one until the castle repairs itself the day after--it ends at a door.
The noise violently launches Frisk from sleep. After a few minutes of disorientation, they take stock of themselves.
They're still the same, but...no, actually, they're not. They're tired. They're sort of...empty-feeling. Because...because they're not angry. Why were they so mad all the time? No, that's a dumb question.
Frisk still has their wings and horns and tail for a while, that day. They spend it curled up on a couch in the library with their face buried in a cushion. They can't fly, they can't use their flames, their hooves ache.
And then...it all fades. Like sand blowing away in wind, or maybe snow in something warm, because none of the demon residue is left behind.
...Frisk's too tired to care.
//The Halloween transformation event is over! Hope everybody had some fun! And of course if anyone still has plans, feel free to make posts set in October! Just be sure to clearly label that it's been backdated~
And--click that link and scroll to the bottom of the rooms page for a new little option for some fun.>:3c
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Date: 2016-11-12 10:12 pm (UTC)"Tired. Heavy. I was really fast when I was a deer, but now…"
They wiggle their arms, then shrug. It's been a long day.
"An' I can't see anymore either."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-12 11:18 pm (UTC)"The castle--" they start out harshly, then realize they don't have the words for how they feel about it.
Deep breath. "...'m sorry. That it's...that the stuff happened."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-13 04:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-13 05:01 pm (UTC)"Too much stuff happened." For them, at least--and that reminds them abruptly of their fight with Asriel. They'd seen another red SOUL after they...'won'. "Way too much," they repeat lamely.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-13 08:29 pm (UTC)"Way too much," they echo. Because they agree.
None of this stuff needed to happen. Maybe they'd have been better off if they never got some kind of sight back at all, it'd benine less thing to miss. If--if Asriel… if he hadn't… fire. They remember what he said.
"… I… hey. Um. Lemme ask you something."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-13 08:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-14 10:55 pm (UTC)After they fumble around a little and manage to get themselves seated, they tuck their legs close and their hands folded in their lap.
"Flowey, um... told me about the. Island thing. With his--um, Hyperdeath. He's really pissed about it. Would probably throttle him if he got the chance, because he was really mad about being destroyed repeatedly to find his double--" here they make air quotes, "'being a whiny little baby about having a soul.' Like, he was already mad 'bout Asriel being here, 'cause it's like a slap to the face, y'know? To find a double of yourself at the Castle who got a way better deal."
They don't mean to be a little passive aggressive. Frisk isn't the most articulate.
"But it's even worse now that Flowey saw him with the whole... yeah. Was thing I'd let him cool down in the Garden and the Edge and Forest and stuff, but that also might not be the best idea--but I kinda don't know what else to do."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-15 10:34 am (UTC)"That was the Castle's stuff more than...just Asriel being 'a baby', I think. Think Flowey'll care at all?" This Frisk certainly doesn't, but the other one knows Flowey better. "Maybe should...have somebody watching him. Or Asriel. If he wants to FIGHT or something."
What'd even happen if they did? They're both high LOVE, aren't they?
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-15 04:14 pm (UTC)"Not really. He cares less about how Asriel feels and more about what he did."
A deep sigh.
"I could watch him, uh--I don't think he'll try to FIGHT me. It's just that I'm kind of afraid of saying the wrong thing and making everything worse."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-16 09:59 pm (UTC)"I'm--I dunno. Not really anything anybody could say that'd make it...better."