thunderbolts and lightning

[collectyourfriends]

Over and around one half of the Castle, the skies are filled with grey and rumbling thunder, growing greater and louder until--

Lightning explodes, throwing the edges of everything into sharp relief. Not from the sky, from a tower, the very top of one, something stands. A beast--a dog larger than any dog should be, blue and yellow, roaring a challenge at the clouds. Lightning arcs from it, back to it, and all that does is seemingly make it angrier.

If anyone comes close enough to check, that is.

If they do...

A child wearing a bandanna isn't far, off on the--roof, they guess, where they could walk from that tower to another without having to step a foot inside.

Not that Frisk's about to do that. They're not in any mood to be running, they've had enough of it, they're aching all over from when they fell. All the times they fell. Undyne's spears weren't easy to avoid; like Papyrus, like...Toriel, she wouldn't flee from a Roar.

And they wouldn't let Sparks fight her, either. He wanted to--still wants to! But she's a monster, and they don't want another death on their hands or his paws, which would inevitably be the result. Especially since she's something near water-type, according to Papyrus. 

Who's gone again, but they're less worried about it this time around, that's just...the Castle. He didn't know they'd left in the first place.

It's good that they're here. It's giving them time to rest, relax--they're sitting down, digging into some of their Berry stash, watching Sparks direct his rage at the sky, which is also helpful. He's getting his aggression out, which means less risk of lashing out, and again, less death. And less worry about their team wanting to battle each other, which is possible but doesn't end well--or end, leading to friendly-but-real fights being reignited at random intervals for months.

Frisk doesn't expect to be here longer than a day and a half again; they're just going to hang out up here until they're brought back.

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very very frightening (let me know if this weather assumption needs a change)

[itstheend]

Guess who has two thumbs and hates loud noises with a passion! Guess who is also suddenly getting rained on.

After some time of shivering, drenched, under a tree and hissing angrily through their teeth at every flinch a thunderclap strikes out of them, they finally cave to their Frisk's persuasion and start heading inside, hands gripping their upper arms.

A heartbeat-stopping flash of light - an illumination - a silhouette.

Chara drips on the stone floors and leaves wet footprints up the stairs. The door to the tower slams open under one hand, the other curled by their side. Red eyes stare from the monster to the human. Their age and the bandanna obscure things enough that Chara doesn't immediately recognize them as a Frisk.

[Keep it down!] they sign angrily in the direction of the monster, body stance tense and screaming discomfort. They're fully expecting a bolt to be thrown their way for their trouble. [Some of us are trying to sleep!]

*Chara you're the only one that sleeps during the day...

sorry, lovin' this guy, so much to explore

[voidster]

Day Eight.

Something like wrists appeared under his pseudo-sleeves on day five, and now he's wearing an old repaired watch. Some individuality. If he is an individual. It may help others to tell him apart, assuming there are still other iterations of himself wandering around, and not just him.

The constant ticking helps ground him, too. See, time is passing linearly again, second by second instead of all at once.

He's in the library where he's been for the past ten hours, reading, when he becomes aware he's been hearing the most peculiar noises. Booms. Rumbles. Things blowing up? Is the castle under attack? They're getting more frequent, whatever they are.

So. He finds his way outside, still carrying his book, glad that this time the castle cooperated and made it easy.

It's raining. He's never seen rain before. Mesmerized, he stares up at the sky and the lightning, long enough for the book to be ruined. In all his absent minded wonder, he's forgotten he brought it with him. Oops!