drama king

[silvermists]

He's waited too long this cycle.

It's his third or fourth go-around. He's far too tired to think in numbers, right now. One of the most reclusive of the castle's prisoners has emerged from wherever he was holed up, because he's on a mission. There's blood on his sleeves. He discarded his armor and original outfit months ago, deciding to try and fit in better, as much as anyone can 'fit in' here. At least a clothing change served to not attract attention. He's wearing a light blue silk shirt and black pants, one of the few things that fits him and looks nice.

Really. It doesn't matter how good his clothing looks today. Blood. On the sleeves. Hair matted and unwashed. He's all skin and bone and he looks like he might collapse any second. (And yet, even now he's hiding his monkey's tail. Some things still matter even as he wastes away.)

He's leaning on the wall, making his way with frequent stops to catch his breath, trying not to cough. He simply has to make it to the Edge, and reset painlessly to the beginning of all this. Like he's managed to do each time before. It would never do to leave a corpse behind. That would raise questions and some of the children around here are so odd. Odd and nosy.

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cw this whole post tbh

[silvermists]

Luckily for them, he does keep glancing back, curious to see what they're saying. Because, oddly enough, they seem to be on his side. That sort of understanding is rare.

Heh. He'd laugh if he could spare the breath. It's always his damn lungs and throat.

"You? You're too short."

And he's very much not. At least six and a half feet tall. Like almost every other adult in the castle, he's a giant.

yyyyep

[itstheend]

They very much believe in self-reliance, self-determination. It is his choice, already made. They lift their chin, just a little.

[Height is not the be all and end all.] They've felled opponents much taller than them, for example. [Wait here.]

Without a further word they turn on their heel and walk off, and a few minutes later return dragging one of the castle drapes, dropping it next to him and dusting off their hands before signing.

[Get on. Push with your legs while I pull.]

*Chara, this is a bad idea. Trust me. Get... get Mom or something, S4.
*We haven't used up all the options yet!

They're ignored. The both of them have been having this argument and ones like it all the way there and back. Chara hefts up a corner of the thick velvet, regardless of if he's gotten on yet. Much more efficient, this method, and they don't even have to touch him. For the moment, this malnourished pre-teen has made themself your sled dog.

(But some help maaay be required.)

[silvermists]

Hm. How strangely helpful and clever. Strange child. Something's pinging at his senses faintly, as if there are two other people here, but that... is probably his mind playing tricks on him. He could be delirious, at this stage.

He eases himself down onto the drape, wincing at first and adjusting his position so that he's not sitting on his own goddamn hidden tail, and facing away from the child. Meaning, no more watching their hands. Good. He can't say he wants to have a chat, really. Just to finish this and rest.

"Go on. I'll push."

So he shall, once they get going.

[itstheend]

Not that it's possible to sign while holding cloth, but Chara isn't particularly inclined to chat now either. Once he's on they begin pulling with a small noise of exertion. The cloth slides over rocks and flagstones, occasionally snags to a muttered curse from Chara, and slowly inches towards the Edge.

When they arrive, a slight mist is curling in the air. Chara drops the cloth unceremoniously and drops a loose stone over the Edge, like they do every time they arrive here. Maybe in a thousand years the Castle will be gone, unless those come back after three days too.

They move around the cloth so that he's facing them, and sign.

[We're here. Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?]

Frisk is a dark, stormy presence in the back of their mind.

[silvermists]

"I will." is all he says, kneeling and catching his breath. Standing up seems a much more daunting task than throwing himself off. He was stupid. He overslept and now he's almost too weak.

Yet somehow he manages, expression all snarling fury at himself. In a few moments he's up on his own feet and gazing down...

"When I come back, let's never speak of this again."

[itstheend]

They themself look out over the Edge, and don't look at him as they speak. "As you wish." They can keep a secret. They're assuming that when he comes back the Castle's magic will have restored him to full health.

Their gaze turns to him, waiting, expectant. They'll watch him fall. The least they can do, although they're not entirely sure why themself.

They could push him; a shove in the small of the back would unbalance him. But they won't. He's made his choice. No LV for them, it seems.

"Take your time."

idk why I'm writing this just to wrap up a six week old threaaaaad

[silvermists]

Watching him fall? Just fine. Watching him strangle and then leave a filthy stinking corpse? Not fine. But hey, he's going to prevent that... in a moment.

"No. I'm ready." he hisses, gritting his teeth and pulling magic out of somewhere with an almost painful effort. If he were going to live longer than the next five minutes, he'd have just given himself one hell of a migraine. Blue light surrounds him and he starts to levitate forward... far enough that there's no ground to catch him and then it fades.

And he falls.

Goodnight.

no worries o7

[itstheend]

The magic surprises them - he looks human. Then again, he's not the only human who knows magic here, even if the idea of one knowing the blue kind is getting carefully filed away.

*No...

They've kept their word, Frisk. They say nothing as the light fades. They say nothing as they lean over and watch him vanish to a speck, and then nothing, gone into the mist. Their expression is as one half-watching a mildly interesting sports game.

They wait a moment more, and then turn from the Edge, gathering up the cloth and dragging it with them back into the Castle.

Goodnight, stranger. Enjoy your rest.