made out of meat

[voidster]

Gaster awakens, and wonders when exactly he fell asleep. That doesn't happen these days, you see--sleep is no longer a necessity. It's not even an option.

Then he looks down, meaning to only check his watch, and is genuinely surprised.. and more than a little disturbed. It's become flesh, not bone or the usual mysterious voidstuff. Skin, with all those little arm hairs. How disgusting. His whole body feels thick and heavy underneath his clothing... and is he wearing glasses?? Since when does he need to??

Rude, castle. Ruuude.

One might come across him in his usual favorite places, but a very differently shaped him. He's human now, looking perhaps about sixty with greying hair and glasses. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is--a one eyed man in a white sweater and black pants who always speaks in hands is probably (a) Gaster nine times out of ten.

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one month l8er

[dustless]

Well. There's a Gaster.

Probably. It's hard to focus on the person,. Too much organic stuff all of a sudden. The clothes are easier, but it's creepy to mess with those.

Instead, Frisk's incorporeal spirit shifts to the nearest half-broken window he walks past, rattling it only partly on purpose.

time is fake lets kill it (only one human icon rip)

[voidster]

He flexes his unpleasant thick fingers a few times, somehow bothered by them the most. After all, they're the best part of having a body, really. He should probably keep being thankful he does have a physical form at all.

(And poor Frisk doesn't. He's human and they're... nothing, which is the opposite of how things were meant to be.)

The window rattles and all he does is look at it. Wind does that. More wind here than there was in the Underground. He's used to it.

🔪

[dustless]

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Not being able to talk really sucks. Not being able to sign or write is even worse. 'Cause they can't even do that much, they've already tried.

Frisk doesn't give up that easy, though.

No pen, no paint, nothing like that. There is, however, dust. Normal dust, not death dust.

No hand to drag a finger through to draw stuff that way. Just concentration, a shifting--

With no visible influence, a patch of dust parts from the glass in a near-perfect square.

f

[voidster]

His brand new, fleshy brow furrows as he sees the dust... float away. Curious. Castle's being weird in a whole new way.

So he does the first thing that comes to mind and draws a triangle in the dust, to match the square. Excellent conversation going on here.

speaking of 'f'

[dustless]

It's all they can do! A hip-wiggle would be a more meaningful exchange, but they can't at all.

Frisk tries to draw--no, peel away the shape of an F. It turns into more of a wonky flag. Ugh.

Clothes are supposed to be a no-go, but his sleeves are close enough that Frisk's frustration ruffles the ends with irritation.

triple f

[voidster]

Okay... flag, ruffling clothes. Still not the greatest conversation and he's not exactly making it better by adding a stylized star next to the flag. It doesn't mean anything in particular, just a doodle.

(He'd say something out loud, if he weren't so weirded out by the gross squishy tongue in his mouth. For goodness' sake, castle.)

hewwo again ;3c!

[vacantis]

There's a soft knock from a door nearby Gaster. A young boy stands behind him, dressed in odd but formal clothing. When Gaster's attention, he stiffens up a little, arms at his sides.

"Er...excuse me sir.." The boy said, raising his hand a little like a troubled child called on in class. "I don't mean to be a bother..but are you a scientist?" He gestured to the white sweater a little. White was the science color right? Master Xehanort knew a lot of scientists and in the pictures he'd seen they all wore white coats. Maybe this one knew Even, or Ansem, or those other people Master mentioned sometimes. It was the best lead he had.

[voidster]

Terrible timing, somebody new to explain everything to while he's still getting used to another new body. Not that it's Ven's fault!

He's not smiling, unnerved by having lips and all that, but he seems friendly enough otherwise. Not the tallest man either--not very intimidating in any way. For the sake of not trying to figure out how to deal with a tongue, he'll try signing.

[Yes, and hello. Can you understand this?]

[vacantis]

The lack of a smile is hardly bothersome, Ven isn't a huge smiler either, so he doesn't really care. He stands stock still as the man turns to him, his posture and expression a schooled nuetralness.

In no way whatsoever does Ven speak hands, but thankfully he has eyes, and thats apperantly enough for the castle do do its magic. He nods a little, moving his hands behind his back. "I can."

Personally he has no idea why. Maybe its a keyblade thing? He had to stop to ask for directions in Olympia and theres no way he spoke ancient Greek, but he got on alright. Well, it didn't matter. If it had, Master Xehanort would have mentioned it to him. Speaking of him, he decides to push on with his original question. "Are you one of Master's friends? I can't..I mean I cannot find him."

[voidster]

[I'm sorry, I don't know who you mean. Whatever world you came from, you're on a different one now.]

So that's a no. Not that he wants to be the bearer of bad news, but it has to be said. At least he's not scolding Ven, like the kid seems to expect?