cheek to cheek in hell

[mercybutton]

A (the forest, evening)

In the forest, there is something strange. And something awful.

Deep in the woods, smoke has begun to rise, mingling with the pristine clouds of the Edge. Orange fingers of flame just barely peek through the canopy, pushing aside the treetops to let the smoke out, but with each passing minute the smoke grows thicker, the flame dips higher. The heat from the blaze is almost enough to cut the chill--but not quite yet.

If someone cares enough to investigate or try to stop it--well, they can try. But they'd better hurry.


B (the forest, late evening)

The fire has only gotten bigger.

It licks at the grass and leaps from tree to tree--now a little more than third of the forest is up in flames, throwing smoke into the air, heat rolling off of it in waves, and flakes of soot and charcoal fly into the air like dying birds. The fire is clawing its way towards the castle, dangerously close to climbing its way over its walls, into the windows, and into the hallways. By now, it's surely not simply going to burn itself out for a while, and someone had better spread the word before someone gets stuck.


C (castle and forest, early night)

The fire is beautiful at night.

It's too bad it's eaten half of the forest and half of the castle, a monstrous thing at its head--a demon thing of horns and teeth and hooves, splitting bone and burned wood, fur dripping with ash, fire between its eyes. The wildfire follows wherever it goes, and it does go, leaping through the halls and over rooftops, galloping at the edge of the forest.

Strange thing, though--it's missing half a foreleg, which does help slow it down enough to make chases a bit more manageable--but even then, they're so fast. It's a good thing they don't have all four legs intact.

[The fire mingle is go! Info and planning thread here. Your character can very well sit this one out, of course, if they want. There's actually a fair amount of places that will be untouched by the end of this.]

Comments

[dustless]

B



Oh, they're not happy. Not at all. The flames might as well have stabbed them through the heart with how quickly it messed them up, tripping and changing from their charge away from the gardens. Hurt a lot.

Even their starving-wild mind thought that inside would be safe. But no, the fire's snapping right against the cracked-glass windows, embers already catching on curtains the wolf's pacing away from.

They snarl displeasure around the tatters of meat hanging from their jaws. Anyone they encounter might be snapped at--but leaving the flames behind is preoccupying them for now. (Their stomach being only half-empty helps too.)

C

No.

Forget that.

Prickling animal fear submits to a nearly-human rage once they lay eyes on the source.



Sick of it. Sick of this. Sick of everything. Hate it hate it hate it, deer-Frisk has made a mistake and addled thought and screaming fury melds together in chase them, get them, STOP THEM--

(--as if they somehow have a chance.)

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[boogerman]

Somewhere, somehow, the Nightmare King has found himself a Nightmare. A good loyal steed made of sand and fear and fangs. It's a good night. He's in an excellent mood.

Also the castle is on fire. Well, parts of it. And that's hilarious. He's not quite sure what started it and he doesn't care to find out--he's not immune to fire, really, it's too bright. Some cranky young fire spirit or something. Who cares? Let it burn.

Well. Three choices here. Do nothing, chase people into the fire to die, or chase people away.

'Do nothing' is right out. What a waste of the first interesting thing to happen in months. Chase people towards the flames...?

"Fear protects."

Nah. Why not throw everyone for a loop instead and take the third option? And so that's why one might find themselves chased away from the burning places or out of the flames by a grey skinned man with golden-silver eyes riding a shrieking fanged horse made of black sand.

[mettaton_rex]

B/C - rescue mission

Undyne should be here, Starlight Idol thinks, diving into the flames again.

(Not the first time he's had that thought.)

She'd probably have put out the fire by now, with a few well placed Furious Tidal Waves. But he's doing what he can. He can withstand the heat, long enough to search for anyone who's trapped. He can light the way to safety through the smoky halls. He's blown up a few corridors at strategic points, after making sure he wasn't trapping anyone inside, hoping sealing them off will at least slow down the spread of the fire.

There's someone else who looks to be in trouble now, and he flies to them, a glittering pink star amid the smoke. "Hold on, darling! I'll get you out of here!"

C - FIGHT

And then he finds the source of the trouble.

He freezes for a moment, in mid-air, gripping his wand so tight he'd be afraid it might snap, if he was thinking right now. It's them. Of course it's them. He's seen them storming through the castle before now, literally smouldering with fury, and - he'd thought it would be best to stay out of their way. For both their sakes. After what he did to them -

- he still doesn't think that decision was only based in cowardice, even now, even as he's realising he should have known better, not just written their changes off as the castle's work. Should have recognised a SOUL Falling into despair and rage, the way too many monsters have. This is the castle's doing, it's not exactly the same, but it's close enough. This is what his powers are for.

To stop them. To save them.

He's not the right person to do that for so many reasons, but he has to try.

Above their head, there's a crack of lightning, and a voice that carries over the roar of the flames.

"FRISK, STOP!"