[The tone is far too chipper. They are feeling especially contrary today, so they lift up the injured hand, concentration furrowing their brow. It's... harder, when they haven't had outside magic poured into them.
Fuck Kalak. They want to rip what they have of them out of their head, pour acid on it, and set it on fire. Just another piece of someone else jostling up their soul! What does that make it now, five? Come right on in! Nevermind the lock on the door, Chara's place is an open party!
They grit their teeth and push the energy forward even as they push the memories back. Blackness and redness starts at the tips of their fingers and curls inwards until it stops at the wrist, the pain receding with it. Maybe they should have used the other hand. It's too late now.
They wave the now very two dimensional looking hand at Madoka - no matter the angle, that's how it appears.]
My name is Chara. If you would prefer I attack you, I can certainly oblige.
[Do it you coward you fool. They are itching to break things. She did not mean to preach. A fight is just what the doctor ordered, or at least what the doctor was not heard to strongly advise against.
The doctor is Frisk, in this case. Frisk who is being very ignored, and resenting it.]
no subject
[The tone is far too chipper. They are feeling especially contrary today, so they lift up the injured hand, concentration furrowing their brow. It's... harder, when they haven't had outside magic poured into them.
Fuck Kalak. They want to rip what they have of them out of their head, pour acid on it, and set it on fire. Just another piece of someone else jostling up their soul! What does that make it now, five? Come right on in! Nevermind the lock on the door, Chara's place is an open party!
They grit their teeth and push the energy forward even as they push the memories back. Blackness and redness starts at the tips of their fingers and curls inwards until it stops at the wrist, the pain receding with it. Maybe they should have used the other hand. It's too late now.
They wave the now very two dimensional looking hand at Madoka - no matter the angle, that's how it appears.]
My name is Chara. If you would prefer I attack you, I can certainly oblige.
[Do it you coward you fool. They are itching to break things. She did not mean to preach. A fight is just what the doctor ordered, or at least what the doctor was not heard to strongly advise against.
The doctor is Frisk, in this case. Frisk who is being very ignored, and resenting it.]