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[silvermists]

Behold, the long-haired hermit of the Castle has returned. Uncanny how good he is at avoiding people--it's almost as if he can make himself invisible or something! It's for the best, really, he doesn't have much to offer. Does he?

He isn't hiding tonight. There he is, wearing black pants, a reddish shirt and a nice robe, also red--his original clothing he tossed away into the clouds, but he does still seem to favor pretty, flowing things. He's not doing anything dastardly, he's not plotting evil and cackling, he's just... having dinner. And a drink.

More drink than dinner.

Much more. (Though that's probably not the only reason he looks rundown and ill.)

Hey, it's still calories. Good for your heart too, is it not?



((because I've really neglected the poor evil bastard, have you a genpost.))

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[collectyourfriends]

...Frisk's met this man before.

But they're tired. Extremely. Going on a week with nothing but skitty naps, since the itch to MOVE is back and the castle hasn't sent them to where they came from, amd their mind seems to be taking that as a cue to do nothing but scream about how trapped they are.

Who cares how they know him, it's not like silver's a weird hair color where they're from anyway. He's is the second person they've found drinking in relatively recent memory, and they unceremoniously drop into a chair not far from him without a word. Them and their giant dog-thing bodyguard, of course, settling on the floor beside them.

[silvermists]

Not very strange where he exiled himself to either. Not with rat- and cat- and hippo-folk wandering all over the world. Hair color hardly mattered.

Hm. Apparently they want company, if not to talk, because nothing is stopping them from carrying drinks or food off. A short nod their direction for politeness' sake, and he wonders why.

[collectyourfriends]

They watch him from the corner of their eye. Or, that's what they start to do, and it turns into full-on staring. Not for any particular reason beyond he's something to look at that they haven't already. Food is food, drink is drink, it's not all that different across the castle's other kitchens.

A bottle's grabbed, considered. Maybe this'll get them to sleep...

Blunt curiosity gets the best of them. "What's the problem." He doesn't seem to be celebrating something.

[silvermists]

So bluntness is the way to go--brutal honesty is how they're going to play this. Fitting, since he's more than a little tipsy and it's easy to get a handle on.

"I'm dying again. Again. Maybe this'll make it easier."

Care, won't you? At least react. Someone should be dramatic about it with him.

[collectyourfriends]

Care? They start to, at least enough to frown--then it snaps to a bewildered stare.

"Again?" They...didn't hear that right, or he misspoke.

Sparks whines uneasily. He smells sick...he was sicker the last time. The last time--right, they found him stumbling through the halls.

Frisk leans back. They're not sure what to think about this.

[silvermists]

"You heard me. Weren't you there one time?"

It was a blurry, hellish night, when he overestimated his strength and almost failed. He's not going to make that mistake twice. Better to reset the clock before he even becomes half that unhealthy.

[collectyourfriends]

"I...saw you...looking terrible."

They look at him carefully, in case they missed something, somehow. "You don't look like a ghost," they say, finger tapping on the glass.

[silvermists]

"I'm not dead now." he says, giving them a look that says so much, every single word of it 'idiot'.

Or could it be they don't really know?

"Everyone who dies here comes back. It undoes itself."

[collectyourfriends]

"...what."

Perfectly deadpan. He...can't be serious.

Though this castle doesn't seem to care about the concept of time or place...

Frisk takes a heavy swig.