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Frisk ([personal profile] dustless) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault2019-06-04 06:58 pm
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not so dustless now


In one of the castle's many halls, a worn tapestry, depicting nothing in particular, succumbs to age and rot and falls.

Behind it lies a door.

Behind that door, should anyone decide to investigate, is a musty-smelling room with drawings papering the walls, corners gently curling in, and dust covering every inch of furniture; a desk, a chair, a bed. 

Despite it all, the bed is occupied. 

Frisk lies there on their side, half-covered in blankets, exposed skin and shirt just as dust-coated as the rest of the room. Their chest raises and falls shallowly enough that a spider's made a fancy web between the collar of their shirt and a hand curled close to their body.

It might take a little work to rouse them.





buttercup_uneaten: (With a spirit running wild)

[personal profile] buttercup_uneaten 2019-06-13 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
The cold makes Chara ache for the Dreemurrs’ fire. They try to push that thought down- this isn’t a good time for homesickness.

Fortunately the child provides ample distraction. To Chara’s relief, they begin to move- and then Chara has to abruptly step back before the child can sneeze on and/or knock into them.

“...Bless you,” they say. Well. It is rather dusty in here, after all. They have to suppress a sneeze themselves before they can ask:

“Human child. Are you finally awake?”
buttercup_uneaten: (calling me)

[personal profile] buttercup_uneaten 2019-06-13 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Chara ever so slightly winces when their question is just met with a barrage of sneezes. This is not shaping up to be a productive conversation. But at least the child eventually stops to give them an answer. A somewhat confused sounding one, but an answer nevertheless.

“Wonderful,” they say, giving the child a dry smile. “Now. Do you know where you are?”

Mindful of the possibility of being met with more sneezing, Chara quickly adds, “Although. Perhaps we should relocate somewhere… cleaner.”
buttercup_uneaten: (the devil in me)

[personal profile] buttercup_uneaten 2019-06-13 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
The Magistrate straightens up to their full height, placing a fist over their heart. They’re dressed in their usual regalia, various shades of black, white, purple, and gold, the Delta Rune proudly emblazoned on their clothes, knife sheathed at their side, and a horned circlet that gives them (to the eyes of an average human) a faintly demonic look.

They introduce themselves, in their most imperious voice:

“I am Chara, Evil Magistrate in service to the royal Dreemurr family, the rulers of Monsterkind and the Underground. Right Paw of the Prince, Gardener-in-Chief, Consultant to the Royal Guard, all around adviser to the King and Queen and above all, the guardian of all who dwell within the Underground.”

They drop their arm, along with a bit of the imperious manner, to say, “My child, do you know why you were asleep for so long?”
buttercup_uneaten: (But the devil whispered lies)

[personal profile] buttercup_uneaten 2019-09-05 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Chara takes the dusty child’s reaction as an indication that they are impressed. Good! A few of the children who fell were, but some of them said things like “More like NERD Magistrate!” Children nowadays are so sassy. Unlike they were, definitely.

Thinking about human children… Chara folds their hand thoughtfully under their chin and examines the one in front of them for a silent moment. As a human, Chara is disinclined to trust them but, even knowing firsthand how cruel children can be, they’re also vulnerable. Even if they’re not one of the fallen humans. This one, at least, is clearly confused.

“Hmm. Child. I do have a theory.

“Although human magic has not been heard of in hundreds of years… Perhaps that is responsible for your long sleep. And for my summoning.”
buttercup_uneaten: (See I was born the second child)

[personal profile] buttercup_uneaten 2019-09-05 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
“The Castle… takes people,” They repeat, their brow furrowing. They really have a lot of questions but unfortunately, this child seems about as disoriented as they are, so Chara does their best to bite their tongue. And not scowl.

“It has not been long. You are the first person I have seen.” Chara holds out a hand for them, a silent offer to help them to their feet.

“Name yourself, human.”