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castle_perrault There's a green-and-yellow something streaking through the hallways, a massive trail of silver tinsel and the smell of static following in its wake.
A few moments after that, there's the sound of someone yelling in the distance--a child.
"No! No no no no no Sparks no stop!"
And sometimes Sparks does stop.
And waits for that little voice to catch up.
And every time, every time, he stays until the tiny child almost gets to him before turning and snapping his teeth at their hands and arms, and then he's off again.
Frisk is getting tired of this. Frisk's getting tired. They're so cold, in just a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt that says You're Numero Articuno! (They don't get the irony.) They'd rather be playing out in the snow anyway, 'cause they've never got to before, but they can't, because Sparks is being an extra jerk.
They've already got a collection of bloody marks on their arm, lines that end in dots--the unique bite of the Electrike line. It looks really weird, and feels even weirder, all tingly with the aftereffects of electricity.
Not that any of that'll stop them. They're going to catch up to it and give it a good scolding for wrecking peoples' stuff--the tinsel, the wreathes, the candles, some of the doors. Naughty naughty.
//warning that uh yeah, if your character gets in sparks' way he will probably attack them. it won't be too damaging but it won't be particularly fun either :V
A few moments after that, there's the sound of someone yelling in the distance--a child.
"No! No no no no no Sparks no stop!"
And sometimes Sparks does stop.
And waits for that little voice to catch up.
And every time, every time, he stays until the tiny child almost gets to him before turning and snapping his teeth at their hands and arms, and then he's off again.
Frisk is getting tired of this. Frisk's getting tired. They're so cold, in just a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt that says You're Numero Articuno! (They don't get the irony.) They'd rather be playing out in the snow anyway, 'cause they've never got to before, but they can't, because Sparks is being an extra jerk.
They've already got a collection of bloody marks on their arm, lines that end in dots--the unique bite of the Electrike line. It looks really weird, and feels even weirder, all tingly with the aftereffects of electricity.
Not that any of that'll stop them. They're going to catch up to it and give it a good scolding for wrecking peoples' stuff--the tinsel, the wreathes, the candles, some of the doors. Naughty naughty.
//warning that uh yeah, if your character gets in sparks' way he will probably attack them. it won't be too damaging but it won't be particularly fun either :V
more suffer for the suffer child
Date: 2017-01-08 02:13 am (UTC)So it's drawn them out of the Castle. This is a pleasant dream so far, even if it didn't start out that way, and they sit just outside the entrance, watching it fall. They don't play in it. They're not allowed - they'll only track mud and slush inside. Just doing this is pushing the envelope, but then again, this is nowhere they've seen before. If they're careful, no-one will know.
And then a green and yellow blur, their sweater colours, goes by and startles them, trailing silver tinsel, and without really thinking they make a grab for that trail.
That this wasn't the best idea becomes immediately apparent when they start getting pulled along.
:'>
Date: 2017-01-08 02:53 am (UTC)But he can what he does next--
--snarling and whirling and lunging at their hand. "RrrrrrRRRII--!"
In the distance--still in the castle, in fact, though rushing out the door--a tiny voice screeches a wordless objection.
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Date: 2017-01-08 04:17 am (UTC)When the strange thing - it looks like a dog, if someone who had no idea what a dog was was asked to make one from a vague description - lunges at them, Chara freezes, eyes wide. There's no barrier to the fangs closing, and electricity shoots up their arm. It hurts.
They blink rapidly a bit, looking dazedly down at the green thing, before their gaze snaps up at the call. They hurriedly try to stand, slipping in the slush a little, able to drop the tinsel with one hand now that its stopped, somehow. Please doggie, nice doggie, give them their other hand back. Don't let them get in trouble with your owner, or their parents as the pitch of that voice suggests.
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Date: 2017-01-08 04:52 am (UTC)Frisk hurtles into view, red eyes wide and their arms held around their own torso. The cold air chafes against their skin painfully, making their own bites sting even worse.
"Sparks!" they shriek. "Bad bad bad Electrike! Let that kid go right now--"
Soon as they get close, Sparks finally lets go of Chara--and goes after them instead. But they're used to this by now, so they jump back and raise their arms like a ballet dancer--can't get them that way!
They miscalculated. Sparks aims at their shin instead, a Quick Attack that'll leave a big bruise and knocks their legs out from under them, sending them crashing onto their side in the snow to lie there, stunned.
Sparks takes this opportunity to grab his fallen tinsel and dart away again.
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Date: 2017-01-09 11:23 am (UTC)(If there's something in Chara that's rooting for the dog, it's quickly snuffed out. That's not a nice thing to think, Chara.)
The dog tinsels off into the horizon, and Chara walks over to the fallen kid with a certain not-looking-forward-to-this reluctance.
"I am sorry," Chara tells the stunned kid, head ducked, attempt at smile on. They give a small, stiff laugh, rubbing the wound in circles with a thumb. "I must have provoked it."
They dither, just a bit, and then thrust out the non-bitten hand towards them, somewhat hoping they don't take the implicit offer.
have fun w/ kid that has 0 bounderies chara
Date: 2017-01-09 11:35 am (UTC)"No--no, you didn't," they say, and--weird, those red eyes are definitely filling with tears, but it's not in their voice at all. "It's okay. It just likes 'testing humans'." That's what Leader Wattson told them, anyway.
Abruptly, they look at the kid's bit hand and make a grab for that one, too, looking close. "You need a bandaid!" they declare. "...Don't have a bandaid. You got to wash it, though!"
their one weakness
Date: 2017-01-09 12:00 pm (UTC)The other looks like they're beginning to cry, and Chara has the uncomfortable urge to snap at them to stop it. They don't, and their mouth is open - a further apology, or a bland 'I see' - when their bitten hand is grabbed.
They don't pull away. They breathe in and out, and let it be held, counting the seconds. They somewhat miss the first part of what the kid says, and have that familiar sick lurching fear it was something important. All of this means it takes a while to knock their brain back into gear to process what they did catch and concoct a response.
"I can. Clean it in the snow."
That's possible, right? The cold will numb it. Please let go so they can do that. Please let go.
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Date: 2017-01-09 12:12 pm (UTC)In fact, they're pulling them, trying to drag them into the nearest door. They're kind of strong for their size, huh? "No! No soap in the snow." Duh. "Come on! Kit-chen or bath-room, gonna find it!"
Sparks seems forgotten for now.
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Date: 2017-01-09 12:28 pm (UTC)This is happening.
The word kitchen manages to stick. Chara was in one earlier. The sooner they find one, the sooner this can stop, perhaps.
"There is one..." this place is a lot larger than they thought. "To the left, I believe."
Their memory scoured turns out to be correct.
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Date: 2017-01-09 12:35 pm (UTC)"Sink sink sink?"
They can't see over the counters--even if their eyes weren't watering, they're too little, even though they try jumping a few times.
Well, fine. They just reach over the counter and drag themselves up until they're kneeling on it. Problem solved!
There's certainly a lot of food up there. "Sink?" they repeat, dubiously eyeing a stone bowl set into one of the counters. "Thas notta sink. But there's a hole in the bottom." They wave to get Chara's attention, whether or not they're already looking, and points.
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Date: 2017-01-09 08:56 pm (UTC)If they cover one hand with the other, pulling it towards their chest, once Frisk has let go, it's probably because of the bite, right? They walk over to the sink and perfunctorily wash the bite with soap, looking around before drying it on their sweater. They glance at Frisk, eyes flicking up and away just as quickly.
"You are injured too," they observe. They put the soap back on the side of the sink closest to the kid and move their hand away just a little quicker than casual.
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Date: 2017-01-09 09:07 pm (UTC)"Oh. You're right!" They'd kind of forgot about that, and they worm their way into a half-lying position before scrubbing their arms. They hum something they've forgotten most of the lyrics to to time it.
They nearly roll off the counter until they swing their legs down at the last second. Now they're staring down at the other kid gravely. "I'm sorry." Seeing as they stretch a hand out towards Chara's head, it's clear they're not apologizing for the touching.
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Date: 2017-01-10 07:24 am (UTC)No, really. They angered the dog. And as for the touch... it's Chara's fault a simple thing like handholding makes their skin crawl. That they're like this.
They watch the hand coming towards their head with the same resigned dread. Can't be rude or weird around other kids, they can smell it. They'll their parents, who'll tell...
It's better, to grin and bear it. But they can't stop their head jerking away a little when contact is made.
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Date: 2017-01-10 08:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-13 07:05 am (UTC)It's gentle, but it's their head. Their enjoyment of touch is pretty much nil everywhere, but that's one of the places it extremely goes into the negatives. It's so, so easy, for a fistful of hair to be taken and pulled...
"Yes," they say, and desperately hope that's relevant to what's being said. The tone was... apologetic? They swallow and try again - "There is no need to apologize." - and only realise after the fact that they've only repeated themself.
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Date: 2017-01-13 07:48 am (UTC)(In the far, far distance, there's jangling.)
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Date: 2017-01-15 05:13 am (UTC)"I... did. There is nothing wrong with me."
They sound like they trying not to tell the biggest fib of their life, posture stiff. They start unconsciously rubbing their bite, notice, and grip their hands tight together.
"Besides, is it not true?"
Isn't it? There really is nothing to be sorry for, isn't there? The jangling catches their attention, and their head snaps towards it.
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Date: 2017-01-15 08:59 am (UTC)...
They stare at the top of Chara's head. "Sparks didn't knock you down so you bumped your head, did it? 'Cause then you're gonna need...need...ummm...ice! To keep the, ummmmm, swill--? The bump-making down." They reach up to hit their own head. It's a pretty solid-sounding strike, too. Frisk, why.
Speaking of Sparks. It takes a while for the jangling to get there, along with additional scraping noises, but...eventually...a green-and-yellow face peers into the room with a longsuffering whine, looking up at Frisk.
"Sparks, y--" and then they start snickering, because Sparks slinks into the room, and he looks ridiculous. For those who know what a Christmas tree is, he seems to have lost a fight with one, tangled in tinsel, ornaments hooked into his fur, a bit of pine branch or maybe a wreathe wrapped around his tail. "Wh--wha--whahahatdidyou--?"
Sparks whines a little louder, deliberately turning to stare at Chara. Do you see what he has to live with, rude.
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Date: 2017-01-16 09:31 am (UTC)"The swelling down," they finish, because they can't not apparently, even if it only makes things worse. "No, they did not. I do not require ice, thank you."
They... the strange dog comes into the room, and Chara coughs, chokes, a stifled bark of a sound. The stare makes their recent bite seem to tingle, but it seems more friendly now. They indulge in sliding a sympathetic glance, a brief slide of the eyes towards and away.
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Date: 2017-01-16 02:25 pm (UTC)They unceremoniously fling themselves off the counter, sending a dishcloth flying. "Gotsta get that stuff off!" Frisk kneels and beckons, and it's with much less reluctance that Sparks comes to them. He really does want this stuff off.
They go for the ornaments first, 'cause those probably hurt. And they hurt Frisk--every hook they grab sends out a buzz and a few electrical sparks around their fingers, and after three they've got to blink away tears again.
Undertale: Extreme Undecorating
Date: 2017-01-18 10:12 pm (UTC)It doesn't take long to notice Frisk's problem, and they dither a bit before coming over to sit on the other side of the dog (a respectful distance out of immediate fang range) and tentatively tries removing one of the ornaments with the dishcloth wrapped around their hand. There's a buzz and the cloth becomes a little scorched, but the insulating layer works.
"Here," they say, not looking at the kid as they hold it out towards them. "This may help with this."
technically safer than w/ gyftrot
Date: 2017-01-18 10:52 pm (UTC)"You keep doing that. With that. S-so your bite and hands don't get messt up more. 'M used to this, good at this, don't," they say determinedly, unwrapping hot tinsel from around Sparks' legs.
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Date: 2017-01-21 11:46 am (UTC)The dishcloth looks like a mess by the time Sparks is free, blackened with a few holes in it. Chara walks over and hangs it, folding it to try and minimise the amount visible. They very, very much hope they do not get in trouble for that.
They look back at the kid, at their fingers in particular, and drag a chair to the sink. "If I may, I would recommend running those under water as well."
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Date: 2017-01-21 12:07 pm (UTC)With lots more sincerity, they look up at Chara and smile shakily. "Uh-huh, good idea." They'd wink if they knew how. Was their idea for the big kid first, after all. "Thanks!" The chair is very better than trying to climb up with burning fingers, and they proceed to do as Chara said before washing their hands properly.
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Date: 2017-01-22 10:15 am (UTC)They watch the kid wash their hands, before taking a step back, and another. "If that is all, I think I shall take my leave," they say - they can't think of any reason to stay, and they would very much like to leave the presence of someone who touches so readily, but they, like any demon, must be dismissed.
this poor fucking kid jfc
Date: 2017-01-22 10:28 am (UTC)every moment they live is agony
Date: 2017-01-24 12:01 pm (UTC)Their movements as they leave are too brisk to be casual.
genuine emotion?? in my poncho??
Date: 2017-01-08 07:30 am (UTC)".....Green?" Its barely a mumble. They've never seen a green dog monster like this before. They quickly draw the spear back. Tensions are already high enough between their kingdoms for them to want to start anything. "....Sorry." They adress it quite seriously, before looking up to see the kid coming. They take a slight step foreword again, just in case. Children and monsters can be friends they know, but they really dislike seeing children cry. Especially because of preventable interspecies conflict.
"Are you....ok?" Words are hard. Kalak grimaces inwardly at their flat tone. They try, they do.
SHOCK
Date: 2017-01-08 07:44 am (UTC)"Sparks, stop running! You!" The tiny child stops to point up at spear and their face, red eyes glittering in anger. "'M okay! But don't hit him!"
plz no yell.
Date: 2017-01-08 08:50 am (UTC)"Sorry. It surprised me.....I would not hit a monster on purpose." Doesn't mean they didn't come close. Their grip tightens around their spear in shame. But there are more pressing matters they should focus on.
"I'm Kalak." They raise a hand in greeting. "Are you alone?"
ur not their boss!!! they are bossless!!!!!!
Date: 2017-01-08 09:10 am (UTC)They shrug, unconcerned. Strange for such a tiny kid, probably not even half a decade old yet. "Dunno where Mom is. Or this place. Where are we?"
Meanwhile,
Sparks decides to use the conversation as a chance to fly off again.
child u are breaking my heart
Date: 2017-01-08 09:16 am (UTC)They shrug, turning back to Frisk. "I have no idea where we are anyway child. I'd be more then happy to accompany you to your Mother however." Its not like they have anything better to do.
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Date: 2017-01-08 09:14 pm (UTC)And they're going after him. They at least decide to walk, so the weird adult can keep up. "I can find her after I get Sparks. She prob'ly took me here for vacation," Frisk informs them matter-of-factly.
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Date: 2017-01-10 12:39 am (UTC)"Would you like some assistance in catching him? You have very....short legs..." [ That's not to insulting right? ]
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Date: 2017-01-10 12:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-09 04:18 am (UTC)Is it a cat is it a dog what is it why is it growling what what what...
Oh god it's coming right for them.
With a startled yelp of alarm and a sudden flaring of blue light around himself, Kotetsu scrambles out of the way of the rampaging Sparks. He hits a nearby side table and doesn't so much knock it over as break it to pieces, but he can't even muster up apologies just yet. Shock is too deeply set in as he stares first at the creature, then at the child.
"W-What is that?!"
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Date: 2017-01-09 08:33 am (UTC)He shoots past before slowing down to look at the new human, watching him...shine?
After a moment, Frisk's eyes slide from him to the new kid, and they slow too, ending in a stop. "...Why you glowing? You a Psychic?"
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Date: 2017-01-26 05:27 am (UTC)"...Sai Kick?" He frowns. "I...I don't know what that is. Is that what you call 'NEXT' here?"
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Date: 2017-01-26 05:46 am (UTC)"...Next what? Psychics glow and float stuff and move and can talk in your brain, and you need to say sorry like Sparks."
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Date: 2017-01-27 01:01 am (UTC)"N-Next nothing! Just...just Next! That's what they call us! It s-stands for 'Noted Individuals with Extraordinary Talents.' I glow, sometimes, and I guess some of them can float stuff or talk in your brain, but..."
He does need to say sorry, though. Maybe that will help. It doesn't always. Kotetsu swallows painfully and scrubs at his eyes to stave off the threat of panicky tears. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to." He never does.
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Date: 2017-02-10 05:53 pm (UTC)They kick one of the table bits. "Not me. Gotta find the...the...owner people." They beckon. "You say sorry for the table, an' Sparks and me for the decorations after I catch it."
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Date: 2017-03-29 04:59 am (UTC)He looks from the child to the...dog? Monster? At least Sparks isn't the most impossible thing Kotetsu has seen all day. Not even really the least scary, now that he takes a second look. He knows he needs to say sorry for the table, but it also seems like he should say sorry to Frisk for getting in the way of their quest to recapture their pet.
"Um...can I help you catch Sparks? I can run really fast," he offers awkwardly. He's still got a couple of minutes of power to work with.
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Date: 2017-03-30 10:33 pm (UTC)Sparks is staring right back at him, paws scratching against the floor.
They stare at the other kid dubiously. "It'll zap you and bite you up if you try." That isn't exactly a 'no'.
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Date: 2017-03-31 04:30 am (UTC)It's not exactly a no, and just from talking to Frisk, Kotetsu has his doubts that they're a NEXT. Which means that it's better that Sparks bite and claw him instead of Frisk. So he gets to his feet, dusts himself off, makes to turn away - and then, all in a sudden blur of superfast movement, turns around and lunges at Sparks, trying to grab the Elektrike around the middle.