[Says Chara in a flat, mocking tone complete with jazz hands, before getting fucking nailed in the face by a metal boot. The force of it knocks them down, and they get up and stagger back, clutching at a broken nose.
*! *Are you okay?
What do you think, Frisk? The other's tone sounds just as nonsensically blindsided by this development as they are, despite the front row seat.
Chara looks at Mettaton, and their face is one big fury-smile, teeth exposed and blood running down it. You just don't do that kind of stuff to them, and expect to get away with it, anymore.
They don't respond to the epithets, because in this state words are very much not a thing. They silently draw their stick from their belt, and send red and black magic shooting from grip to tip. They point the point down in an independently-developed fool's guard.
This is a chance for Mettaton to leave, their stance says, because they are not inclined to be otherwise merciful. Even that much grinds at them to give.]
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Date: 2017-03-06 12:32 am (UTC)[Says Chara in a flat, mocking tone complete with jazz hands, before getting fucking nailed in the face by a metal boot. The force of it knocks them down, and they get up and stagger back, clutching at a broken nose.
*!
*Are you okay?
What do you think, Frisk? The other's tone sounds just as nonsensically blindsided by this development as they are, despite the front row seat.
Chara looks at Mettaton, and their face is one big fury-smile, teeth exposed and blood running down it. You just don't do that kind of stuff to them, and expect to get away with it, anymore.
They don't respond to the epithets, because in this state words are very much not a thing. They silently draw their stick from their belt, and send red and black magic shooting from grip to tip. They point the point down in an independently-developed fool's guard.
This is a chance for Mettaton to leave, their stance says, because they are not inclined to be otherwise merciful. Even that much grinds at them to give.]