castle_perrault | [event] Belated

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collectyourfriends

A strange beast is snuffling at his feet, and at that bag. He seems alone.

From:

hotarue

It's so quiet out it's a wonder Souichi doesn't acknowledge the creature sooner. He pauses, happy for the rest. Looking at the animal closer, it seems like some kind of alligator dog...much more pleasant than the twisted beings h-- he created.

"Hello there! Sorry, but these aren't to chew on - that would be amiss, whatever happened to the fellow."

Just...talking to a green mutant dog...while burying people bones...re-immersion into real life's going well.

From:

collectyourfriends

It's a pity he doesn't understand human speech. Or care, even if he did, really. He'd definitely trying to snap it in his jaws.

Frisk watches through a crack in a doorway. They should probably be trying to get Sparks away from him, but they're curious to see what happens. Especially with an adult--he's only the second they've seen so far. (That weird metal guy doesn't count.)

From:

hotarue

"Whoa, hey."

Not cool, dog thing. Souichi tries to wave it away with the shovel. Maybe he can find some leftover beef. Has to be storage somewhere, right? Ah Souichi, clinging to that silly semblance of logic.

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collectyourfriends

Sparks snarls butts his head against the shovel, sending a small wave of electricity up it. It can barely be seen, but it can definitely be felt.

He wants something to chew, give it to him!

From:

hotarue

Goodness it's pushy. Souichi drops the shovel, not sure what that was but yeah that didn't feel good. He was never into pets, not without proper time to care for them, and here's another reason for the pile: some are dicks. He knows he won't leave him alone, so...pick up the shovel again, Souichi. Peace isn't ready for you yet.

"All right, all right...come on, we'll get something."

He picks up the bag of bones in his spare hand because like hell he's leaving it unattended. Assuming there are no more interruptions, he points to the doorway he walked out of and slowly heads that way. Found the kitchen, at least...assuming it hasn't moved on him. No rest for the weary.

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collectyourfriends

Sparks leaps at it, and Frisk decides enough's enough before the guy gets all bit up.

"Sparks, quit it, come here!" they yell, flinging the door wide open.

It's enough to distract him into stopping. He stays by Souchi's feet, unsurprisingly not listening.

From:

hotarue

Souichi has just enough presence of mind to jerk the bag out of the way. At the voice and door-flinging he pauses, eyes narrowing briefly. Souichi puts on a calm expression and limps over to Frisk...assuming Sparks won't lunge for the bag.

"If you can't discipline unruly pets you shouldn't have them."

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collectyourfriends

"Still learning," they snap back with a glare. "Caught it myself," they add, because this guy has weird hair and most important people they know do too, so maybe he's from home.

Sparks follows until Souichi gets to Frisk. He'll be more subtle this time, balancing on his hind legs to try to reach it.

"And I'm a trainer. Not a pet owning person."

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hotarue - Date: 2017-02-12 07:20 pm (UTC) - Expand

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voidster

Same skeleton? Maybe? Maybe not? The face is the same, what little face skeletons have. Cracks and ruined eye and such. Both hands have gaping holes, not just the one. The black coat and pants he's wearing don't look the same at all--there isn't enough detail, if one looks closely. They don't flow like cloth. It's more like skin. (The same is true of the few inches of white 'sweater' that can be seen on his neckbones.)

He's meandering around the outside of the castle, making his usual rounds to check out the plantlife and see if any new interesting flowers or shoots have popped up. It's all fascinating stuff, even though he's no biologist. When you've only had a month and a half of life outside a cave system, however large, this stuff is amazing.

So. There he is, getting fresh air, when he spots Souichi... digging? Might as well join the human man and see if he's still pain-free. And that's what the skeleton man does, waving hello once he's spotted.

From:

hotarue

Souichi pauses when he sees the. Man. He's pretty sure it's Gaster - a change of clothes doesn't surprise him - but just in case...he returns the wave. Then it's back to work, struggling with a particularly stubborn sheet of ground. Stabbing it a few times with the shovel works in cracking it a bit but Souichi's just through with the damn thing and...finally--!

Yes! Leverage! He tosses the frozen fiend aside and slouches, panting and glances at the bag of bones. This...this is deep enough. Not like there's a body to bury too...ugh, definitely going to work out if he can find anything. Maybe just the stairs. Lot of stairs in a castle.

From:

voidster

A little closer, at first curious and then slightly concerned. Unfortunately, the sounds he make are so far from speech, he is stuck with sign these days. (Subduing the bizarre void-noises drowning out his real voice is a work in progress ...)

Again, waiting to be looked at, then gesturing. [Are you sure you aren't overworking yourself?]

From:

hotarue

Oh. Oh it is Gaster. Souichi laughs a little at himself.

[I'll rest after this, promise. And you could have asked. To poke at my car.]

Yeah he saw. Souichi's not all that upset about it - he's long thought of selling it. It and everything, truly letting go. It will see better use here. Another pause to breathe and he goes back to it, nudging the bag of remains into the little hollow and scraping the dirt back over. It's not as clean as the others, but how could it?

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voidster

[Yes, I believe I owe you an apology. And an explanation.] The day he doesn't own up to his own behavior is probably never going to come. Whoever he really is, that's not the sort of person he'll choose to be. He's seen what those less honest Gasters can and usually do get away with. [I hadn't planned on taking it apart to steal pieces of it, but a mechanical friend of mine needs the battery. There aren't any easier ways to generate electricity here, not yet.] Get that out of the way and then maybe ask about the grave.

From:

hotarue

Hmm. That is a problem.

[Yes, of course. Feel free.]

If something happened with the power back home Souichi could usually think of something, but that requires having things.

[Is there a smithy or river around here?]

He'll keep the fellow's armor in mind. Iron, copper...an electromagnet. Well. This will give him direction at least.

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itstheend

They hear the sound before they see him, as they move through the grounds, white mist trailing from their breath. The sound of metal on ice-hardened ground, and they move closer, ever the cat killed by curiosity. They pause when they see him. It's him. The man they clumsily and futilely attempted to help.

They don't know what to make of him. They stand there, observe for a while

'Should you really be doing that while injured?' someone else might ask.

"Has someone died, sir?" says Chara politely, with the same sort of tone as if asking whether someone forgot their car keys. They're not really one to go to for bedside or bereavement manners.

Edited (forget this was during event, doyyy) Date: 2017-02-03 11:38 am (UTC)

From:

hotarue

Souichi, even with something so slow and physically agonizing, is lost in it. A tree could explode and he'd only glance over his shoulder and sweep away debris, numb to the world since...all that. Those five years of that. So when Chara speaks, they might as well have existed just then.

Souichi smiles faintly. If nothing else, the 'sir' would tell him who it is. Who needs names?

"The skeleton man I met didn't think so, but burying the dead's polite regardless."

Both for respect and plain ol' cleaning up because no one wants to tumble over a fibia.

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itstheend

The skeleton man. Oh. It seems he did get help in the end. Chara wasn't needed at all. And it follows that a skeleton monster might not be all that bothered with skeletons, in the same way most people don't have problems with mannequins.

"Would you like assistance?" is all they can think to say, arms folded behind their back. They hadn't found the area with all the bones prior. It's a little... hmm. It's a little envy-inducing, but that's not the sort of thing you say in polite company.

It's not a matter of respect, at this point. It's a matter of something to do, some task that they can be sure of in it's completion. But they have to ask. Children shouldn't impose, and little demons even less.

From:

hotarue

"No thank you. It's time I did something myself."

His voice is soft but firm, if partially lost in a cruel gust of chilly wind. Souichi shivers and sniffles, glances to the sky, hoping a snow storm's not on the way. If there can be a way in a place when space has folded in on itself. He keeps working, there's just a little more to lift and that should be enough.

"Did you find those clothes here? It was spring where I came from..."

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itstheend

"As you wish."

They don't precisely understand (except something in them does, a little, just a little), but they certainly aren't going to protest. They watch, instead, and their skin prickles in goosebumps when the wind cuts through. They don't hunch in on themself, but mentally focus on the sensation of the cold, forcing shivers still.

They look down at their sweater, and then back at the grave.

"Ah, no, Sir. I arrived with these, unfortunately. I have not found any kind of clothing store in the Castle."

Their tone is apologetic. Even if he were to ask for the sweater, it wouldn't fit him.

From:

hotarue

Such a polite kid. He's mildly surprised, honestly, in that muddled, faint way he feels everything now. A kid who's nice without their parents...he smiles at Chara's...well, they may've not meant that to be a joke, but it amuses him all the same.

"So there's something it doesn't give..."

He leans on the shovel briefly, smiling faintly in thought. Then, with the way this place stays warm, would anyone really need winter clothes? Dash in, dash out...

Souichi nudges the bones in the grave and covers it. He sniffles again, grip becoming slow and clumsy. But something's missing.

"Could you give me that rock over there?"

He gestures vaguely because he can't point at it well enough. Wait until he tries to hold it.

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itstheend

The Castle might give clothes, but Chara-as-of-now isn't the sort to take from the wardrobes of empty rooms. Stealing is against the rules. There's consequences for it.

A kid who's nice without their parents, indeed.

He's still somewhat injured, they think of the sluggish movements. It's a detached observation, a sort of mental 'huh'; they snap out of it at the question.

"Certainly," they say, and go to get it. They can guess what it's for - some kind of headstone or marker, presumably. They return with it promptly, dropping it at his feet (it's rather heavy).

From:

hotarue

Souichi tries a few times to pick it up but his hands are shit and he looks pathetic in every way, so he settles on shoving the headstone into place with the shovel. It's brief enough that he doesn't wobble much, but with his hands cold as they are his fingers don't hold on well.

"T-thank you...back, back at that hill, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Nearly run into them with the car or indirectly smack them with branches. Sure, the kid moves around fine, but there are other ways to be hurt.

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