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castle_perrault2018-07-18 10:52 am
notme_anymore) wrote in castle_perrault2018-07-18 10:52 am
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i don't know if this is me at all or just some ghost of me (starter)
[Rose wakes up in the graveyard. She guesses this isn't the worst place she could be.
This looks like another vision, another flashback, another memory that both wasn't hers and was hers. She'll probably wake up again some time soon or stop staring at the wall. This keeps happening, ever since she talkedtokilledstolefrom Pearl. God, reincarnating alongside someone else is confusing.
Except as she watches, nothing happens. The clouds in the sky roll by and Rose is still laying there, which is odd. Is this one taking in the scenery and resting? Maybe. But that isn't like herself. Or maybe it's not another memory, but then what could it be? Time travel? Rose can't do that anymore. Her suspicion rising, she tries to move.
She does. But then she isn't always sure if movements are her own or the Memory Rose's, so she tries to think of something that a Rose in the past would never do.
She flips the bird at the sky. And there it is, her finger triumphant in the air, standing boldly against the sun.
So it is real.]
A
[The first thing Rose does is explore the rest of this holy shit I'm on a floating island rather than enter the very clearly looming castle right away. She skirts the edge, plays with the possibility of death a little, breathes in the cold mist from the swirling clouds far off from the Edge.
And oh, she finds the forest. Full of deciduous and pine. This is a very familiar sight to her, and she is inclined to explore. So she does--explores this forest and mysterious charred swathes that have since been grown over again, between cobwebs and shadows. With a long black coat that drifts like a cloak around her feet, and a red dress just as long and red red hair on her shoulders, it's easy to mistake this stranger in the forest for a ghost. Thankfully, that's not the case. Or is it? Probably not.]
B
[Rose, of course, eventually finds herself inside the castle. Where else is she supposed to go?
And she finds this huge empty ballroom with desserts just sitting there, none of which she's quite willing to touch because they look impeccable and the castle looks ancient and dusty. And this is an enormous stone room which must have marvelous acoustics. And because she thinks she is alone, she starts singing.]
♪ I have a thousand one stories. Every single one of them's a lie. ♫
C (wildcard)
[Or, perhaps, in her wandering, she has found someplace else. Someone else.]
This looks like another vision, another flashback, another memory that both wasn't hers and was hers. She'll probably wake up again some time soon or stop staring at the wall. This keeps happening, ever since she talkedtokilledstolefrom Pearl. God, reincarnating alongside someone else is confusing.
Except as she watches, nothing happens. The clouds in the sky roll by and Rose is still laying there, which is odd. Is this one taking in the scenery and resting? Maybe. But that isn't like herself. Or maybe it's not another memory, but then what could it be? Time travel? Rose can't do that anymore. Her suspicion rising, she tries to move.
She does. But then she isn't always sure if movements are her own or the Memory Rose's, so she tries to think of something that a Rose in the past would never do.
She flips the bird at the sky. And there it is, her finger triumphant in the air, standing boldly against the sun.
So it is real.]
A
[The first thing Rose does is explore the rest of this holy shit I'm on a floating island rather than enter the very clearly looming castle right away. She skirts the edge, plays with the possibility of death a little, breathes in the cold mist from the swirling clouds far off from the Edge.
And oh, she finds the forest. Full of deciduous and pine. This is a very familiar sight to her, and she is inclined to explore. So she does--explores this forest and mysterious charred swathes that have since been grown over again, between cobwebs and shadows. With a long black coat that drifts like a cloak around her feet, and a red dress just as long and red red hair on her shoulders, it's easy to mistake this stranger in the forest for a ghost. Thankfully, that's not the case. Or is it? Probably not.]
B
[Rose, of course, eventually finds herself inside the castle. Where else is she supposed to go?
And she finds this huge empty ballroom with desserts just sitting there, none of which she's quite willing to touch because they look impeccable and the castle looks ancient and dusty. And this is an enormous stone room which must have marvelous acoustics. And because she thinks she is alone, she starts singing.]
♪ I have a thousand one stories. Every single one of them's a lie. ♫
C (wildcard)
[Or, perhaps, in her wandering, she has found someplace else. Someone else.]
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Rose turns around at the sound of heels on stone, and finds herself another soul in the castle.
A… robot. With hot pink heels, in this ruined place?
… Well, why not? She's talked to bears. "Oh. Thank you," she says, hurriedly and slightly embarrassed. She hadn't exactly intended on being heard. (She's not quite sure why she thought anyone wouldn't, with these big stone walls full of silence.)
Rose Red is very red, redheaded and flushed reddened skin under a red dress and a long black coat. She stands out strangely against the castle's dim walls.
"I'm sorry," she rushes. "I didn't think anybody would hear. A-are you using this room?
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- reminded me of an old friend, he doesn't say. It's not the song itself that made him think of Shyren so much as the circumstances, the tune drifting quietly through the halls - but he'd rather not talk about Shyren. Shyren wants nothing to do with him any more, and he can't blame her. Most days he still wants nothing to do with himself.
But he changes the subject away from all that with a wave of his hand. "Are you new to the castle?"
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"I am," she says. "I, uh… how did I… what--who are you?" Rose bounces between questions, cutting herself off until she lands on what seems most situationally appropriate. Although, she probably shoukd have introduced herself first.
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Mettaton takes a seat on the edge of the nearest table, swinging one leg up to strike a casual-yet-attractive pose. "The name's Mettaton, gorgeous." He spreads his arms wide. "Star of stage and screen..."
...he'll leave out the former star part of that, too.
"And you?"
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She's gauging his type, and he seems to exude every type of stereotype of what she's thinking right now. At least he appears to be generally kind. Attention and stardom gets to people, she knows.
"My name is Rose," she says, holding out a hand and giving a tentative but amiable smile. "Rose Red. I'm l, uh, nothing special. Don't know why I'm here. Are there… qualifications or something?"
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"Qualifications? I'm afraid I don't know, beauty. None of us do. There are all kinds of people here. Humans, monsters..." He gestures to her and to himself, respectively. "If there's anything we all have in common, no one's figured it out yet."
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So he counts himself as a "monster?" Either someone has been really kicking it with the 'phobia or it's a classification-type deal. She hopes it's the latter.
"Okay." Doesn't answer her question as to why she's here, but apparently there was no answer in the first place. That's nice.
And now that she's talking to someone who isn't the same three people she's always known, and there's nothing she wants from this person--robot? Monster? --she has no idea how to make a conversation with him. Out of all things, Rose didn't think she'd forget how to talk to people like a normal person. (As if she ever did.)
It takes her a few moments before she remembers that she can just ask stuff. "So, um... what do you mean by monster? You don't look very monstrous."