This is familiar. The type of communication Frisk has been using ever since their resurrection - they mentally come forward in interest as the other presence shrinks back, suddenly spiky and dense with armor, dragging at Frisk before doing dark.
(Chara has had enough of resonance. You're not getting anything from them if they can help it says this warning. (Not that they can really prevent Hush, but they're unaware of this fact as of now.))
Frisk forgoes speech in favour of returning concept, unperturbed. Curiosity - that's right, not monsters but pokemon, dislocated childhood memories returning. Red, though... that's new. It makes them think of Spark's strange blood, shed by Chara. As well as... something else.
(But they don't like thinking about the True Labs at the best of times. And this isn't really the best time.)
They flood gratefulness at what he gives them, that he can give them something, delight that he knows who they're looking for, apprehension and concern at the fact they don't sound-feel-think? so good, and in return ping a concept of a letter, delivery and the... somewhat smothered shadow of guilt and a small fist hitting a green dog, behind it.
They don't mind the sparsity of the location details. It's more than they've gotten all day. There's an idea forming, nascent, but they don't look at it just yet - the idea that they could give Hush the letter to take there.
Chara sends a pulse of mistrust and suspicion at it, and then goes back to glaring-from-behind-the-sofa style watching.
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This is familiar. The type of communication Frisk has been using ever since their resurrection - they mentally come forward in interest as the other presence shrinks back, suddenly spiky and dense with armor, dragging at Frisk before doing dark.
(Chara has had enough of resonance. You're not getting anything from them if they can help it says this warning. (Not that they can really prevent Hush, but they're unaware of this fact as of now.))
Frisk forgoes speech in favour of returning concept, unperturbed. Curiosity - that's right, not monsters but pokemon, dislocated childhood memories returning. Red, though... that's new. It makes them think of Spark's strange blood, shed by Chara. As well as... something else.
(But they don't like thinking about the True Labs at the best of times. And this isn't really the best time.)
They flood gratefulness at what he gives them, that he can give them something, delight that he knows who they're looking for, apprehension and concern at the fact they don't sound-feel-think? so good, and in return ping a concept of a letter, delivery and the... somewhat smothered shadow of guilt and a small fist hitting a green dog, behind it.
They don't mind the sparsity of the location details. It's more than they've gotten all day. There's an idea forming, nascent, but they don't look at it just yet - the idea that they could give Hush the letter to take there.
Chara sends a pulse of mistrust and suspicion at it, and then goes back to glaring-from-behind-the-sofa style watching.