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castle_perraultThere's a drift of dust scattered near the Edge.
Morning sunlight glints off it. It resembles white sand, or icing sugar.
Somehow it's survived the entire Castle being destroyed and brought back. Somehow it's survived the altitude; perhaps the air has been unnaturally still, or perhaps some residue keeps it somewhat together. Mist wisps from it.
There's a spark of red over it. Something returning, reluctantly, home. Lost souls can't stay lost forever.
Right where it belongs. About time.
The dust shimmers briefly rainbow and shifts, an edge falling away, before it rises up to meet the hovering thing, the last component needed. Melts as soon as it hits it, becoming viscous sludge before dripping back down to where more is drawing in and returning to encase the scarlet light. It thickens, begins to take molten-wax form as clumsily as a child making a stick figure out of play-doh; two sausages for arms, two for legs, a lump for a head. Slowly, the proportions even out, detail begins to set in and creates an alabaster statue, and then colour swirls and bleeds in spreading patches.
It's Chara. Themself.
They collapse onto suspiciously clean stone and lie there still for a time, until with a sudden, rasping heave of air they wake, cough, and open a single red eye. Their head feels stuffed with cotton. Their memories of after dusting and before coming to live again are thankfully as substantial as fog. The movement of their chest stutters, and they start hacking. That's right. Have to breathe again. They close the eye and roll with great effort onto their back, hands on their chest, and do just that. They feel like they've been put in a blender, despite no apparent injuries that they can pinpoint.
*Mmmmrnrnrnnn
An arm tries to move. They block it, and the limb jerks, caught between two opposing forces for a moment before settling limp at their side.
*Wh-
*...Chara?
Welcome back, Frisk. Enjoy your month of freedom?
*What happened...?
Well.
The child, apparently silent and staring listlessly at the clouds, will be there (getting increasingly sunburned) until chill night temperatures drive them indoors. Come bother them? Find them wandering the hallways late? Wonder why they're trying to sleep in a kitchen?
Morning sunlight glints off it. It resembles white sand, or icing sugar.
Somehow it's survived the entire Castle being destroyed and brought back. Somehow it's survived the altitude; perhaps the air has been unnaturally still, or perhaps some residue keeps it somewhat together. Mist wisps from it.
There's a spark of red over it. Something returning, reluctantly, home. Lost souls can't stay lost forever.
Right where it belongs. About time.
The dust shimmers briefly rainbow and shifts, an edge falling away, before it rises up to meet the hovering thing, the last component needed. Melts as soon as it hits it, becoming viscous sludge before dripping back down to where more is drawing in and returning to encase the scarlet light. It thickens, begins to take molten-wax form as clumsily as a child making a stick figure out of play-doh; two sausages for arms, two for legs, a lump for a head. Slowly, the proportions even out, detail begins to set in and creates an alabaster statue, and then colour swirls and bleeds in spreading patches.
It's Chara. Themself.
They collapse onto suspiciously clean stone and lie there still for a time, until with a sudden, rasping heave of air they wake, cough, and open a single red eye. Their head feels stuffed with cotton. Their memories of after dusting and before coming to live again are thankfully as substantial as fog. The movement of their chest stutters, and they start hacking. That's right. Have to breathe again. They close the eye and roll with great effort onto their back, hands on their chest, and do just that. They feel like they've been put in a blender, despite no apparent injuries that they can pinpoint.
*Mmmmrnrnrnnn
An arm tries to move. They block it, and the limb jerks, caught between two opposing forces for a moment before settling limp at their side.
*Wh-
*...Chara?
Welcome back, Frisk. Enjoy your month of freedom?
*What happened...?
Well.
The child, apparently silent and staring listlessly at the clouds, will be there (getting increasingly sunburned) until chill night temperatures drive them indoors. Come bother them? Find them wandering the hallways late? Wonder why they're trying to sleep in a kitchen?
They're trying to avoid people, but since when have they gotten what they wanted?
cw child abuse
Date: 2016-11-09 11:51 pm (UTC)Wow thanks! Really wish I could say the same of you but..
{Their tone is the same as always but they're far to angry to come up with a bettet retort that ISNT a punch. Ugh, it's more fun when people are cowery and meek or at least honest. Snooty rich kids aren't fun at all.}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 12:29 am (UTC)(The extra, non-bone, mass had to come from somewhere. In a way they're literally as well as figuratively absolute dirt now. Time to stop thinking about this.)
The other Chara's reaction warms their cold black heart. Good. That's right. They're no pushover, other-them.]
...but I'm far too scary to be cute?
[The tone is mocking, deliberately digging into the fact that the other Chara leapt away from their touch, even though Chara knows full well why that occured (it seems some things truly do not change) and would have probably done the same.
Go on, push them off the Edge, they dare you. Don't just wait for things to happen follow your dreams reach for the stars.]
vibrates in anger.
Date: 2016-11-10 01:44 am (UTC){If they sound huffy its because they are huffy. Don't you holler at them. They'll fucking rip your tongue out, probably, if they could figure out how to do it.}
You are just...so horrible I couldn't stand being touched by you. Yeah.
{They nod to themselves but their eyes burn with alert energy. They're ready to leap up and tackle the other if they make one wrong move. Or if they feel like it. They know, in theory, they really, really reeaaaaally shouldn't disappoint the Dreemurr's by attacking and killing some random Chara. But.....maybe the kid could give them just one little excuse. Make the first move, they dare you. You'll find yourself off that precious edge soon enough.}
the Anti Tem
Date: 2016-11-10 02:04 am (UTC)They should do this more often.
They see that tensing. They, themselves, are not going to make the first move either. Their weapon and armor seems to have disappeared, but they can probably beat themself if it came to it. They do it all the time. Still, they don't know the other Chara's LV, although they're betting it's low.
Chara folds their hands in their lap, still smiling. Utterly polite, back straight but not rigid. The picture of a harmless, proper child.]
So you are scared of being touched by something horrible?
[There's no point refuting the truth that that's what they are, after all.]
Re: the Anti Tem
Date: 2016-11-10 02:28 am (UTC)Nah. I told you. I don't get scared.
{They wanna punch that shit eating grin right off the other kids face. They resolve to beat something up today even if its not this kid, they're sure they can find an easier target to take out frustration on.}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 02:36 am (UTC)The shit eating grin gets wider and shit-eatinger. Chara props their head on a hand, elbow on knee.]
Me thinks you doth protest too much.
[This other them is just too easy to wind up. Looks like the shoe's well and truly on the other foot now!
Frisk has their head metaphorically in their hands, and has been like that for the entire past minute.]
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 05:02 am (UTC)Doth? The hell you even talking about shithead?
{Its not really their fault that they never completed fourth grade. Man they might have been getting some lessons from Toriel but they had a hard enough time with normal books don't bring old english in here.}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 05:30 am (UTC)Oh well, fake it 'till you make it.]
Doth thou not know that which thou doth? Doth each action partook remain to thou an enigma? Truly, thou hath a void between the ears. Art the simple soul scared of the simple word?
[They're just slamming anything that looks like a button with vicious glee at this point. Someone stop them.]
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 05:47 am (UTC){They don't even get it enough to feel insulted. They feel kind of dumb sure because this kids jabbering must mean something but that's not anything new.
They push the kid away to make them shut up. Maybe even try and smash their face into the ground, just a little. Its more of a warning tap then anything. Stop this. Chara is done with this.}
Ugh. Would you can it? I told you I'm not scared of you and I'm certainly not scared of words. Words are just stupid. Can you get back to a topic that doesn't make me want to puke.
[muffled Megalo Strike Back in the distance]
Date: 2016-11-10 06:10 am (UTC)*Oh no.
Ordinarily, Chara would be happy to fire verbal shots back; something very mature and sophisticated along the lines of 'your face makes me want to puke', probably.
But. Touch. A warning tap, but still a tap, and they still freeze up under the shove, hands curling and smile fossilising on their face. They didn't hit the ground, but it was briefly close.
They don't give any further warning, they grab for the arm and shoulder that pushed them to tug on and shove and hopefully slam other Chara's face into the stone.]
[MEGLO STRIKES BACK BUT GETTING STEADILY LOUDER AND FASTER]
Date: 2016-11-10 06:22 am (UTC){Chara's guard hadn't dropped for a second. They've accepted this, and while ok maybe they weren't really thinking when they shoved the kid and never meant to start something, that sure seemed to be how things were going! This is fine. And hey, they finally got to the good part of the encounter: beating the tar out of someone. They may have underestimated how freaking strong this other kid was, they manage to twist enough so they don't hit stone face first.
Their head is pinned, but that doesn't mean they're helpless, drawing their leg back for a kick at their own opponent.}
Wow fuck you!!!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 06:40 am (UTC)They have the advantage currently, so they simply absorb the blow and pain as best they can and press more and more of their weight onto other-Chara's head.
There's a bit of an unthinking what-now moment, because they didn't actually expect to get this far.
*How about letting them go??
Annoying. Ignore.
*Hhhh.
They decide that they might as well leave one hand on other-Chara's head and try to punch them in the face with the other, despite the awkward angle. You know. Since they're here.]
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 07:03 am (UTC)They feel something sharp digging into their side as their pushed down further (burying and scrap of panic they feel. They aren't scared, they aren't trapped and held down there's no water its not cold they're fine they're fine they can breath they can't breath its so cold they can't-They're angry. Its fine, they're angry.) but whatever the feeling, they seize on the idea.
It's probably never a good idea to carry a knife in your pocket, especially one without a cover or nothing to protect you if you feel (or were pushed down by a pissed off double).
But see? The other Chara had never thought to restrain their hands so huh, they weren't the only one who acted without thinking here?
Before they can really process how bad and idea this could be, their hand is in their pocket, grabbing the knife by half blade, half handle and jutting it into the bottom of the other Chara's arm.
Maybe, if they were a nicer person, they could say they tried to pull their punches, only attack enough to just make sure the other Chara let go.
But Chara's are never known for being particularly nice and they hope that blade embeds itself at least more then an inch in their doubles arm when they swing it upwards.}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 07:20 am (UTC)It brings a little clarity. Not much.
Hot blood running down their arm, they switch their focus to grabbing their opponent's knife-wrist with one hand and fending any counterattack off with the elbow connected to the other.
They don't care if they get scratched up a little doing it.
*Chara!
*You don't have that much HP anymore!]
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 07:43 am (UTC){Their arms might be restrained, but they're no long being actively held down and thats a small victory at least. They panic calms a little. It also increase a little because jesus fucking christ what is wrong with this kid?? The correct response to being shanked is not that, trust them.
Is this how other people feel looking at them?? They feel like they suddenly understand their hometown 100% better now.
Now this would be the perfect time to try dropping the knife and making a break for it. But fuck that, this is their knife and they are going down with this fucking ship buddy.
They give the other kid a headbutt as they try and force themselves up, twisting their wrist to try and free it. What are they even aiming this knife at?? No clue?? What its not like they're trained to use this thing.}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-10 08:03 am (UTC)No.
[The tone is flat, almost entirely inflectionless. The wrist twisting results in some minor cuts on their arm. They've got this well in hand.
And then they get fucking headbutted. Ow. Holding both their opponent's arms like this, it's impossible to avoid, and they hiss through their teeth as stars explode in front of them. Their grip loosens a little, then bulldog-tightens.
Hey buddy pal amigo homeslice breadslice dawg, give them a moment to recover and they're gonna pull your wrists towards them at the same time as they kick forward into your midriff.]
chara voice: i may have made a slight tactical error
Date: 2016-11-10 08:17 am (UTC)Well, needless to say it makes them reconsider their level of danger very quickly.}
Don't you "no" me!! That's not a request I'm going to fucking stab you!
{When they're wrists are pulled forward they let out a yelping growl and try to redirect the knife towards the others chest. Stab yourself, shithead. They get a kick in the stomach for their efforts. They're back on the defensive, trying to wriggle away and regroup. They can't take this person restrained (if they can take them at all)}
the risk was calculated but i'm bad at math
Date: 2016-11-10 08:43 am (UTC)It's just noise. Of course they're scared. Chara is the thing people fear. The demon people run from. Unappeasable. Implacable. They feed on fear.
*You don't!! This isn't you!
The knife manages a gash in their before the kick connects. Chara winds up for a headbutt. Only fair to return the favour, is it not?
*You're acting just like them!
Chara stills. Stiffens. Their grip tightens further.]
Leave.
[The same tone. This time when they kick, they let go of other-Chara's wrists at the same time. Push them back a distance, because if they know themself they'll attack again as soon as they're free. But this time they'll see the knife coming.]
thank you based frisk
Date: 2016-11-10 08:54 am (UTC)Their heartbeat roars in their ears.
God they hate feeling afraid. You're not supposed to be afraid of other kids, Chara would reserve their usual fears for adults but!! suprise!! Apparently there's a whole world of honestly terrifying children who can kick their ass out there.
They don't trust the sudden shift in behavior at all. They know this trap, a back turned is an easier target. They step back instead.}
You first.
{They will not back down before the other.}
u welcome pls don't die
Date: 2016-11-10 09:47 am (UTC)Frisk breathes a sigh of relief.
Rationality begins to trickle in a little. Chara puts up their palms and then lets them drop. They likewise take a step back and then begin circling the other Chara, slowly increasing the gap between them as they align themself with the nearby castle entrance and away from the Edge. The other Chara is always in their vision, and there's no way they're turning their back to them without a decent distance built up. They stop and face their double, their cute, polite smile still plastered to their face.]
Chara is sparing you.
[There's a tone there now at least, even if it's wry and dry. They turn on their heel and head through the doorway. A brisk but measured walk. They're banking on the fact that the other Chara would have to run to catch up to them now, and that this would make noise. They're also banking on the idea of them not being stupid enough to throw away what appears to be their only weapon.
Even more, they're banking on the other Chara thinking twice before engaging them in combat again. They'd be lying if they said they didn't enjoy that sense of power, of satisfaction. You should see the other Chara.
Time to see if any of the hoarded food they made as a monster still counts as 'monster food'.]