[event] Level...down?
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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
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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.