Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade
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				Title: <strong>Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 22:15:27</strong>
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				Before them all, the barrier shattered into a million tiny pieces, cracking under the strain of so much determination. It was a worthy sacrifice, Flowey had certainly used up all of his SOUL’s power in doing so - as well as the original six that had fallen into this hell hole - and was hanging weakly in Frisk’s arms. The human was quick to get him back into the soil where he belonged, tucking him back into his flowerpot once more, and wishing him a speedy recovery.<br><br>Casting a lazy glance over the horizon, King Asgore Dreemurr breathed a sigh of relief, of victory, and allowed himself those first few steps into a new life. He felt her presence then, his wife, the ex-Queen, and - although neither spoke a word, but rather he gazed at her and she at him - reassured her that this was a new beginning for them both. It was not the same, would never be so again, between them, but it was new…<br><br>The Captain of the Royal Guard sat back on a rock near the mouth of the cave, and felt the sun on his bones for the first time in his entire life. It had all been worth it, hadn’t it? The pain and suffering had only led him to understand that the feeling he felt now was ten times more satisfying than it would have been if he had stayed blissfully ignorant to life. Frisk and Aster had certainly helped him to see beyond the blood red haze that had consumed his entire life. As he stretched out one clawed hand, he mused on whether he should try picking up a second magic type in this new land? Perhaps...orange maybe? It certainly seemed like something he could manage. <br><br>Behind him, Sans closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of a brilliant sunrise spread through his very core. He didn’t have to be near Papyrus to know that they both shared the same thoughts. For so long he’d dreamed of this: a place where he didn’t have to fight anymore. No more suffering, no more blood, and no more guilt.<br><br>Now it was here; his freedom.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“We have much to do.”</strong></span></span> Finally, as though breaking them out of a delightful reverie, Asgore’s booming voice sounded in the mouth of the cave. The sun made his fur seem to glisten for a moment - not so much black, but rather a deep golden brown that could have not ever been seen in the darkness below - and he smiled at his subjects. A perfect leader. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">“Let us be free.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“About time.” </strong></span></span>Papyrus tried to his his glee behind his usual cynical remarks, but was reminded that his happiness probably lay in the capable arms of a certain robot who draped himself over his shoulders and gave his skull a playful swat to remind him not to be such a grouchy bones.<br><br>All stepped forwards and into the light…<br><br>...except one.<br><br>W D Aster would have taken her first steps into a world she had never seen before, but something seemed to stop her. Just as she was about to cross that threshold, about to feel the warmth of the sun she’d dreamed about and talked about with her father so many times as a child, a long clawed bony hand reached out of what felt like nothingness and gripped her shoulder hard. <br><br>At the feel of that sudden harshness, she gasped in surprise: <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Ungh?</span></span>”<br><br>A voice that seemed to drip into her senses, and flood every fibre of her being, whispered to her, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>“No….tt….SO…..fAs...sst…..we...ha….ve…...some...unf….INis…..sssHHed….busINEsssss….”</strong></del></span><br><br>She went rigid. That voice...the one that had haunted her dreams for so long now...it was him. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“No...no...no no no...NO! You...you’re not --”</span></span><br><br>Before she could utter one more syllable, another hand gripped her skull hard, pulling her head back harshly. Pain flooded her being for a moment before she realised that there were more hands appearing, one clamping over her mouth, another pushing against her chest, two more gripping her wrists...her legs…<br><br>They started to pull, a hole opening up in time and space behind her - she knew that feeling well. Naturally, she took advantage of the space of void in the palm of his hand, and reached through it to scream: <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“HELP!”</span></span><br><br>That got everyone’s attention.<br><br>It was Sans who reacted first, but Papyrus who was moving before he could do so. Memories flooded back to the taller skeleton, ones of that sadistic voice and those hands and the yawning open mouth of a void that seemed to suck in every ounce of happiness and - <br><br>“ASTER!”<br><br>As the hands started to pull her into the shifting mass of black swirling energy behind her, she heard a voice screaming her name, and felt tiny hands clutch her own. Although she couldn’t see anything due to the claws pulling her skull back painfully, she knew who it was, even before she heard Flowey’s shrill cry of: “FRISK! NO!”<br><br>And then darkness…<br><br>Frisk was no longer there. Everything was black. Everything was black and there seemed to be a noise filling Aster’s head - a noise like static or a computer loading or...something. So this was the void. Time seemed to move quickly, and yet sluggish, and everything seemed to be encased in a thick wall of blackness. Only she herself remained visible. <br><br>Was this what her father had felt?<br><br>Pulling on all sides, threatening to rip her apart, destroy her SOUL? Static and noise filling her head and attempting to crack her skull from the inside out? Was this what had happened all those years ago when her Father had first tested the void and had returned home that late evening with a split running down his skull from his eye? The one he’d told her not to worry about, but she knew it had shaken him because he kept touching his war wound on his useless eye as though checking it to make sure it hadn’t gotten bigger...or worse.<br><br>It reminded her of when she had first been tortured by Sans and Papyrus. <br><br>That feeling of sheer helplessness that had her crying out into the nothingness, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Father!! Father!!!”</span></span><br><br>Hands slid over her shoulders, pulling her into a solid frame that seemed to appear - materialise - from within the void itself, and seemed to hold her gently. Almost tenderly. For a moment, she swore she could hear a voice murmuring in her head with such gentle tones, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“Shhh...Daddy’s here…”</strong></span><br><br>...then the grip hardened and she recognised that voice in an instant.<br><br>Spinning round, practically tearing her sweater from that bony grip, she saw him stood there. Not the Gaster of her world, but rather the one who had seeped into her very being all the time she had been here, the one whom Papyrus did not dare to think or speak about. He was laughing, hands appearing all around her, all dotted with various colours swirling in the centre of their palms, voice cracked and torn from sharp teeth and a face that seemed to shift and melt with the void’s energy.<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>“You have...no idea….how long I have...waited to do this!”</strong></del></span> He seemed to be pulling himself together, voice no longer distorted, but clear as a bell, <del><strong><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“All that waiting and whining and making promises that I did not intend to keep! Having to service that damn fool Asgore so he could feel just a little bit better about the fact that he got us trapped down here in the first place!! Because he was so weak!!”</span></strong></del><br><br>A sigh, a single eye gazing at Aster with such utter glee,<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><del> “And now...now I have my chance…”</del></strong></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“No!” </span></span>Aster whimpered, trying to move, trying to back away from him through the void’s energy, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“NO! There has to be another way! You don’t have to do this! Stop!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>“Oh?” </strong></del></span>Amusement danced in his voice, the same sick amusement that Papyrus had held in his tones when he had been torturing her, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>“But you see...it’s not a case of there being another way or not...it’s a case of me simply wanting to, my dear. Now hold still and let ‘daddy’ tend to you…”<br></strong></del></span><br>The female skeleton’s voice seemed to be torn from her throat, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“NO!”</span></span><br><br>One hand came up to defend herself, but she could already feel that pulse of magic overtaking her body, the void - and him - pouring into every crack and space in her bones. A whimper escaped her, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Nnn!”</span></span><br><br>Then...silence…<br><br>She was not gone, no, not by a long shot, but there was certainly something stopping the maniac from finishing what he had started. Another voice sounded in the void then. One that Aster hoped and prayed was real, one that seemed to soothe her and make her think of a time before now, before any of this pain started. Tears brimmed in her eye-sockets as she heard it. <br><br><del><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“I would suggest letting her go.”</strong></span></span></del><br><br>Suddenly she was falling again, falling through the void, away from that feeling of dread and fear. She cast a glance upwards and above her, to see someone stood there, someone who reminded her of the man she once knew, but there was something wrong. Everything seemed to drip and melt around him, the hand that had freed her, had pulled her away, was already starting to drip and lose its shape. That smile though...was the same. <br><br>She heard him clearly, in her head, around her, <del><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“I will not allow him to harm a single bone in your body, my wonderful daughter.”</strong></span></span></del><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“F-Father!” </span></span>Tears were flowing freely now, Aster falling away further from him, but knowing that she had to or else she’d end up torn apart or lost forever like him. Her arms were outstretched, fingers trying to grab and claw through the void to just...touch him! <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Father…”</span></span><br><br>And then she realised, as the ground opened up beneath her, a new world blanketed in light before her, that she was not alone. <br><br>She could hear her father let out a startled cry, the entire void shuddering for a second as though reacting to his pain, and then there was that voice in her head again. Clawing and desperate to find any purchase on her, her father’s blood on his razor sharp fingers, a manic and needy expression on his face: the other Gaster.<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>“I WILL NOT FAIL NOW! HE CAN’T STOP ME FOREVER! I WILL HAVE MY --”</strong></del></span> Cut off suddenly, his voice seemed to vanish, but remained echoing in her mind and SOUL for what seemed like forever.<br><br>Before she could think or respond, there was a flash, followed by a sinking and falling feeling, and then...flowers. Beautiful rows of flowers that seemed to bloom in the beam of sunlight that fell from the mouth of the wide expanse of the mountain above her. <br><br>Next to her was not a hideous void creature as she had imagined, but rather an all too familiar human that had held her moments before she had vanished. She knew it was her human - her Frisk - because of the pink glittery plasters that Mettaton had placed all over their face and hands when they’d been injured in Hotlands what seemed like forever ago. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Frisk?”</span></span> The female skeleton murmured gently, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Are you alright?”</span></span><br><br>A gentle shake and a warm smile. Aster sighed, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">“Wake up.”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 23:54:08</strong>
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				Frisk wasn't quite sure what happened. <br><br>The barrier broke, the shrill shatter still echoing in her ears. The happy murmurs of the monsters around her warmed her heart, making all the exhausting and almost soul-crushing events of her adventures in the underground worth it. They seemed happy, smiling facing beaming as bright as the sunlight that now beckoned them.<br><br>The young human followed them, walking in the wake of their shadows. Sans had turned to make sure she was following, reaching out to take her hand and invite them to join the rest of the monsters until a sharp and pained scream broke the happy reverie. "<em><strong>HELP!</strong></em>"<br><br>Frisk turned, eyes wide as she realised that Aster hadn't been behind her as she'd previously presumed. Instead she was behind pulled into an endless black hole, and just looking at it filled Frisk's heart with dread, making her sick to her stomach.<br><br>Ignoring the shouts behind her, the human ran towards their friend at full speed, vaguely aware of Sans and Papyrus reacting as if they'd seen a vehemont demon. And maybe they had. Their shouts seemed to be screaming something they knew of, but Frisk didn't care. She leapt forward, grasping for the boney hand of the one who had stayed by her side through their mutual nightmare.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>ASTER!</strong></span>"<br><br>The hand that she had so firmly grabbed hold of seemed to vanish. Almost. It was as if it had never been there to begin with, as if it ceased to be along with the body it was attached to. Everything around her turned dark, darker than dark. Darker than anything she could've ever imagined, even the black behind her eyes in the blackest cave in the blackest night would seem to have more colour than this absence of anything.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Sans?! Papyrus?! Where are you?</strong></span>" Frisk called out in fear, her voice not even echoing in the abyss, the sensation of falling flickering through her body like a heartbeat, as if it was there but wasn't quite sure about itself.<br><br>But then she was falling.<br><br>Down.<br><br>Down.<br><br>Down.<br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">THUD!</span></em><br><br>Everything was black. True black. Not the absence of light but simply the black behind her eyes. And the throbbing pain of a headache that seemed all too familiar.<br><br>"<em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Frisk? Are you alright? Wake up.</span></span></em>"<br><br>Blearily, her eyes opened, light almost blinding her for a moment. She squinted towards the source of the voice, beside her, gentle features gazing upon her and her hand shaking her lightly.g her lightly.<br><br><em>Aster</em>.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Are you okay?</strong></span>" The young human asked, slowly sitting up and edging closer to the monster, concern etched into her face as she looked over the skeleton for any signs of injury despite her own body aching from head to toe. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Are you hurt?</strong></span>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 23:58:48</strong>
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				Aster looked at Frisk and gave her a soft smile. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I will be alright.."</span></span> There was that same sad smile she had started forcing out for everyone lately.. Strained to pretend that everything was alright.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"However we are most certainly not at the barrier any longer.. Does your phone still work?"</span></span> She asked, curious to figure out where they were.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Stay by me till we figure out where we are.."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 17:50:55</strong>
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				Frisk didn't believe Aster when she said that, but she didn't have enough to say in response to warrant arguing with her. Instead she made a mental note to keep a close eye on the taller one in case something really was wrong. What had actually happened to them? Had Aster seen something in the abyss they fell through? Assuming she even fell through the same thing the young human did.<br><br>The two of them lay in a bed of bright flowers, the sun shining through cracks in what could be called a ceiling. Looking around, Frisk got a sense of déjà-vu. A very strong sense of déjà-vu. It twisted her stomach in knots. Had they gone back to the beginning? Was this a reset?<br><br>Swallowing the lump of fear that bubbled in her throat, Frisk took out her phone to check it as requested. All of the monsters' numbers remained in her contacts list. If they had been reset surely they would be erased like she'd never gotten them...<br><br>She didn't give it any further thought. Instead, the brunette tried calling someone. Sans was her first choice. Holding the phone to her ear as it tried dialling the number, after a few seconds all she got was a dead dial tone. She tried Papyrus. The same happened. Metaton. Undyne. Alphys. Toriel. Napstablook. None of them worked. They all returned with the same dead dial tone.<br><br>Shaking her head, Frisk looked up at Aster with worry in her eyes. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">N-No. Nothing. My phone works, and the numbers are there, but nothing will connect.</span></strong>[/font]"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 18:11:16</strong>
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				Aster did not like the sounds of this.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hmm.. We should explore then.. Come.. Let's see just what has happened.."</span></span> She said, standing slowly as she got her footing back, striding forward as she made sure the human was following her. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Stay close Frisk.. We do not know what sort of place this is.."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 18:51:03</strong>
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				Signing, the human stood and followed her companion. Getting a better look around Frisk knew exactly where they were which is what made her so nervous. The bed of flowers that had broken their fall was the same, the crumbling and cracked rocks around the room were the same, the doorway before them was even the same.<br><br>This was the Ruins of the Underground.<br><br>"Aster....I know where we are... but it doesn't make sense why we'd be here." She finally admitted, voice small and hoarse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 18:57:42</strong>
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				Aster looked back at Frisk as sha spoke up. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Oh? Where are we then Frisk?"</span></span> She asked as she stopped at an archway. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">A lot of things do not make sense, but we must try to make some sort of sense to them.. We should... Get back to the barrier, the others are going to be worried.."</span></span> It was rather clear she was worried about what had happened to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 21:00:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Ah. Please. Excuse me."</strong></span> From the arched doorway there came a deep baritone voice, gentle, almost nervous, and certainly inquisitive. Although he was hidden from sight, it was obvious to whom that voice belonged to. Cautiously, the large shape stepped into view, those large horns narrowly missing the top of the door arch. <br><br>Asgore Dreemurr himself. King of all the Underground but...without his usual regal robes and his armour. Dressed in what was simply a tunic and trousers, looking very meek and almost ashamed to be seeing the pair there.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> "You are...you both fell from above, yes? You poor things. Please, allow me to help."</strong></span><br><br>He stepped into the light and glanced up at the surface through the cracks in the ceiling, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"My my...you must have come a long way to arrive here. I trust you are alright? Both of you? I dare say, I have never seen a skeleton monster around here before. Did you come from Snowdin? How did you get inside here?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 21:07:22</strong>
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				Aster found herself in a state of mild shock.. What was King Asgore doing in the ruins!? "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">King.. Asgore? Why... Are you outside of the Capitol? "</span></span> She asked, this certainly wasn't fell's Asgore that was for sure, those golden locks she knew anywhere.. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Do you not remember me? I am Aster, Gaster's daughter!</span></span>" She said, more confused than anything, she so desperately wanted to be home.. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I live in Snowdin yes, but I work in Hotland remember? Far as how we got here, we fell.. From an experiment, one that I believe has gone very wrong."</span></span> She said, the lie came easy to her and she wasn't sure why, and it bothered her.. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Frisk here is my assistant, could you show us the exit so we might return to our experiments?"</span></span> She said, well another half truth, which again bothered her..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 23:58:15</strong>
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				Being the more wary one after their experiences, Frisk didn't immediately go forwards to the figure that approached them. Why was Asgore of all people in the ruins? If they had reset... surely it should've been Toriel who met them? And this Asgore didn't have the black hair that the one she had met, this one seemed soft and blonde, dressed in the same robes Toriel had been...<br><br>But Aster seemed confident so she simply followed. His low baritone was far more soothing than she would've liked to admit, and his jaw wasn't quite so full of fangs like the others. <br><br>She figured she was thinking far too much but after what they'd been through it wasn't wrong to presume the worst.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 11:16:52</strong>
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				At the mention of Gaster's name, there was a sadness in the King's eyes (or rather ex-king as the case seemed to be) and he shook his head sadly, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Gaster's...oh no no...that's not right..</span></strong>."<br><br>One paw clenched a little, clear pain on Asgore's features, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Something is not right here. Gaster doesn't have a daughter...didn't have a daughter...he only ever had three sons. And...forgive me, but I have not ever gazed upon a human like the one with you."</strong></span><br><br>Further thought and then, with an air of finality, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Look...I believe that there is something very wrong here. Perhaps you would like to follow me through the ruins? You both look like you are in need of a hot bath and a warm meal."</span></strong><br><br>His tone was not commanding. There was a definite choice there. A tone, however, that sounded so saddened and defeated: almost as though he expected the pair to refuse or to wander off. Awkwardly, he bowed his head through the great doorway and motioned for the pair to follow, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Either way, this way is the only exit out of this part of the ruins. The least I could do is lead you past the old traps that were set up down here."</span></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 11:26:58</strong>
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				As Asgore spoke, Aster rubbed his temples.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Oh By the King..&nbsp; This isn't my timeline it's another.. I am so sorry for confusing you with my King, but it's imperative that we leave the ruins and I find Those sons of his. I for certain do not belong here, the human, You know I am not too sure if they do or not.."</span></span> She said.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Frisk.. It's been soem time since you've eaten if I recall.. Perhaps that may be good for you."</span></span> Aster said, and looked at him.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "What were his three sons, I have a feeling I know, but please do tell, since clearly this isn't the timeline I thought it was."</span></span> She said, motioning for Frisk to follow as she in turn followed Asgore. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"There is much to discuss, and I need answers."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 19:37:33</strong>
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				Toriel had said the same to her when she'd been led through the Ruins last time. Something about old rusty traps being dangerous for young children (Frisk hadn't told her quite how old she was at the time). It was understandable how hesitant she'd be going through the same steps again.<br><br>Inwardly she wished Aster wouldn't speak her thoughts out loud so often. She could already see the growing confusion on the King's face as she rambled on about timelines. Whilst Frisk may have somewhat understood about them, the King surely didn't, unless there had been some significantly different occurrence in this particular timeline.<br><br>She remained quiet, returning to her usual ways of being reluctant to speak whilst nervous or scared, but she remained close to the taller skeleton.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 19:50:24</strong>
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				"<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">I am certain that if I could just find them I could figure out how to return to my timeline, I would rather not disturb this one."</span></span> She mostly spoke to herself, but after so much suffering in the undersell verse and lack of sleep, she frankly felt.. Well.. Out of sorts.. When the king wasn't looking, she took out a piece of paper, torn and worn as it had been hastily drawn from attempted memory, it was horrible frankly, but it held her family, with the words. 'DON'T FORGET' scrawled in Wing Dings.. She could not forget, could never let herself forget them.. All of them.. She would find a way home back to them, to her brothers.. She'd find a way to free her father from the void, bring them all home.. <br><br>She didn't notice purple tears gathering in her eye sockets.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 09:25:32</strong>
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				Sure enough, the king looked very confused at the discussion of timelines. One giant paw scratched at his head awkwardly as though he was unsure as to what was happening, but he still remained smiling. Patient. As though the longer these two speculated on things, the longer they'd stay.<br><br>Timelines may not have been his forte, but he certainly knew a thing or two about taking care of people, and that was where his determination lay. <br><br>Aster and Frisk looked like they had both just been through hell and back. He wanted to - no, needed to make sure that they were looked after and cared for. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I...I can't say that I understand what you're saying, but you both look weary. I have been here for many years. I am not about to go anywhere."</strong></span><br><br>A warm smile was thrown in Frisk's direction. "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">I'll be waiting up ahead. Please. Look after yourselves in the meantime."</span></strong><br><br>Then he was gone. A few paces ahead, but giving them both time to adjust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 21:40:53</strong>
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				Looking up at Aster, Frisk grasped at her sleeve and gave it a soft tug, her face showing her concern as she noticed the lavender coloured tears. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Aster? We better follow him.</strong></span>" She spoke softly, trying to pull her along to walk further into the ruins.<br><br>She managed to take a few steps, trying to smile to give her companion a little more motivation. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>I don't think this place is bad? He didn't seem scary. This place is just the Ruins, I went through here last time.</strong></span>"<br><br>She wished Aster wouldn't mention anything further of timelines. It only served to confuse anyone who they met and might get them into trouble if they spoke to the wrong person about them. But they had been through hell, both of them, and she understood that Aster was still shaken from all they'd had to do. Her own heart ached to get... somewhere.<br><br>Frisk didn't quite have a home to go to. She was going to live happily with the monsters in the world they'd just been in, or as happily as she could. But not... what scraps of a home she'd had were taken from her, and once again she'd have to forge something anew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 23:20:17</strong>
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				Aster looked at Frisk as she tugged her along, and along she went, tucking the drawing back inside her labcoat.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Of course.."</span></span> She said softly, and followed. When Asgore was out of sight she rubbed her skull.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I beleive, I am indeed more tired than I realize Frisk.. It's not like me to ramble like that outside of experiments.."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>10-07-2016, 22:38:50</strong>
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				The ruins were exactly the same. As with every dimension, the layout remained as though it were a complete copy - save for the people within and their roles. Strangely, there was no sign of Flowey - whom had first greeted and warned Frisk back in what was referred to as the 'Fell' universe - and aside from Asgore and the bed of flowers, there was nothing else to see.<br><br>The stone columns stood silently and patiently as they always did, stretching high above the monster and the human, waiting for another human to fall if the chance should occur. Above them, the light of day turned to orange, the shadows growing deeper, darker, stretching out their tendrils as the sun set. Once that light faded, both monster and human knew that the ruins would be plunged into total blackness, with the only light being that of the small house that always remained standing and lit in this dingy little place. <br><br>Ahead of the pair, Asgore sighed, looking up at those dark ceilings, watching&nbsp; with keen eyes as the soft glows of rocks in the ceiling became apparent, much clearer in the fading light.<br><br>"<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Oh Angel above..." </strong></span>He murmured, closing his eyes, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Please let me save just one..."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>10-07-2016, 23:28:59</strong>
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				Frisk followed the taller monster through the maze of pillars and rocks, eyeing the Froggits and Whimsums that watched them pass through. Occasionally one would step in their way, but could easily be persuaded to move after a little bit of banter, or in the case of some simply seeing them made them tremble and run away.<br><br>The house they were brought too was the same as it had been in the other place, only a little more... homely seeming. It filled the brunette human with warmth just looking at it, and she knew that given the chance it would take a lot for her to move from the comfortable home they were offered. She really was very weary from their travels.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Mr Goat, sir?</strong></span>" Frisk spoke up, shuffling a little quicker ahead to keep up with the gentle man. He hadn't confirmed his name was Asgore so she didn't want to presume. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Is this your home? Where are we?</span></strong>" She'd play ignorant for now in hopes to get more information.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>10-07-2016, 23:35:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a few moments, Aster wanted to berate the child for playing stupid, but the more motherly, rational, mind that she followed won out, and merely kept silent, letting the child speak. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Perhaps I could make us all some tea?</span></span>" She offered, she needed to let Frisk take the lead for now, they were a bit more.. Well.. Able to navigate such a new field, quite a bright child in all actuality.. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 12:57:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding up his massive paws, Asgore shook his head and ushered Aster and Frisk into a seat by the warm roaring hearth in his house, making sure both were comfortable. "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">No no. I insist on you two resting. You need to rest. I will make the tea."</span></strong><br><br>Heartily, the giant monster laughed and did nothing to hide his joy, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">It is a good thing that I decided to make some Butterscotch Pie today. That would be a welcome treat."<br></span></strong><br>Moments passed before he returned with a boiled tea pot, a set of little cups and saucers with a yellow flower-pattern design, and a very large pie with plates beneath it. Once the tea was poured, and a slice of pie put in front of each of his guests, did he help himself to the large armchair, sitting back to now answer Frisk's questions.<br><br>"<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>You may call me Asgore, little one, and yes: this is my humble home." </strong></span>A very welcoming smile spread over the monsters features, <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"It is not much, but it is all I have. Now then..."</span></strong><br><br>Asgore sat forward a little, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">You are both in the Ruins, a sealed off area, far from any town or village. This was where all of monster kind used to live when we were first trapped down here in the Underground. I would not advise you to step foot out of here, little ones."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 18:00:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So they confirmed he was in fact Asgore, and they were indeed in the Ruins. Frisk wondered if Aster knew more than she did about how they had ended up there, but it wasn't really the time or place to start asking, not around the already confused ex-king.<br><br>The house was a lot more homely feeling than the place Frisk had been before. The colours were warm browns and yellows and creams, inviting a feeling of content and comfort simply from sitting in the chairs they had been ushered into. The fire added to the effect, making the young girl wish she could just curl in front of it for hours and do nothing else.<br><br>Feeling famished, the small human helped themselves to the food they had been presented, not feeling the same kind of malicious intent she had when she had been around the other version of Toriel in the other universe. This pie she was fairly sure wouldn't be laced with ingredients to make her sick and bedridden, unable to leave the confines of the room they had been given.<br><br>The creamy taste of butterscotch filled her mouth with the first bite, and she made a very satisfied wriggle and sigh at the simple yet satisfying treat. Within moments the piece was finished off, crumbs swept up with her finger.<br><br>She gave the large goat monster a pleased smile. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>That was wonderful! Thank you.</strong></span>" She graciously thanked him, grasping the tea that had been left for them and taking a happy sip.<br><br>Frisk would make the most of this while she could, who knew what they'd face in this world. For now she wouldn't question his advice. If the fatherly monster wished to show them hospitality she would welcome it, as she felt so tired and so worn out from their previous journey she figured they could afford a few moments, or hours, of relaxation.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Mr Asgore? May we stay here a while then, if it's dangerous to go out? We're really tired...</strong></span>" Her voice trailed off, not to invoke sympathy but the tone of her voice was honest as she cast a glance over to her skeletal companion, who had obvious dark circles under her eyes from their ordeal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 18:42:55</strong>
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				Aster let herself relax some as she took soem tea..<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Thank you, Asgore."</span></span> She said softly, not mentioning more confusing things liek timelines and such..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Delicious Tea you've made."</span></span> She commented, Asgore always did make great tea from her timeline..<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Oh.. I remember reading about the Ruins."</span></span> She said, though it wasn't Ruins in the book obviously.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Why should we not leave here Asgore?"</span></span> She asked, but nodded.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, staying for a while in any case does sound quite welcoming.."</span></span> Aster had not slept good in what felt like months,though it may have very well just been weeks..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 19:11:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Of course little one!" </strong></span>The huge monster seemed to brighten a little at the idea of the pair staying for some time,<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> "You both may rest here until you are satisfied!"</strong></span><br><br>He seemed more than pleased at finally being able to make them tea, and feed them cake. There was absolutely nothing malicious about his manner or his tone in the slightest. Unlike the Toriel of the previous world, this Asgore seemed genuinely keen on keeping people safe and away from harm. <br><br>Upon hearing Aster's question, those massive shoulders slumped a little and the ex-King sighed deeply. These two were not people he could lie to, or hide something from. He needed to just admit the truth. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I...well...where to start?"</strong></span><br><br>It seemed his first start was to cut the pair another slice of pie and refill their cups. Then he sat back, heaving yet another great sigh and pulling the large chair closer. There was sadness in his eyes, as though the very memory hurt him, but he managed to growl, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Long ago, my wife - the Queen - decreed that all humans must die should they fall down here. I did not - no, could not - agree to such terms and so I left my position of King and exiled myself to these ruins. All humans who venture out from here die. I have seen it happen time and time again. If the Royal Guard does not get them, then Toriel kills them herself."</strong></span><br><br>He gazed into his own cup, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I have tried so many times to stop it. Tried to keep those children and humans here but...well...as you can see, I live here alone..."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 19:29:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster tensed.. She remembered crying many times over such a decree from her King.. Her hatred power had started to rise higher from that little fact alone.. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">You are doing the right thing, trying to protect them.." </span></span>She said, her voice soft..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"How many does she have now?"</span></span> She asked curiously.. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Did she ever commission Something to hold those souls from The royal scientist? Or do you not know?"</span></span> She asked.. Maybe this timeline hadn't made the same mistakes as hers did.. Maybe it was different here..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 13:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Royal...</span></strong>" That tall warm figure seemed to hesitate then. Already he was filled with a melancholy air, something that did not seem right, but now it turned to downright sadness. At the very mention of the Queen's project, he let out a sigh that spoke so much of the weight of his heartbreak it was almost like his SOUL would split in two from the sheer pressure. His voice was shaky, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Royal Scientist...had an accident a few years ago. He - well I am not a monster of science so I wouldn't know exactly what they were trying to do in there - fell through what he called The Void. I mean, he survived, but...well...let's just say he is no longer capable of doing science for the Queen anymore."</strong></span><br><br>Those huge saddened eyes tried to gaze at nought but the teacup in his paws as he thought his situation through. Not once did they meet Aster or Frisk's own, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Six. The Queen already has six human SOULS. I believe that she would be very intent on getting her seventh if she knew..."</strong></span><br><br>Asgore's smile was pained, almost desperate. This time he did catch Frisk's wide eyes in his own. So much sorrow, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">You...you could stay, you know? We'd have lots of tea parties and...we could tend the garden. I'd make pie for you and...and...well I know it's not fair, but the Ruins are so small once you've explored all of them. Far too small for an inquisitive human. I'd love to protect...just one..."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 13:56:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster's Soul felt tight.. Even in this timeline her father had fallen through the void<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I.. I see."</span></span> Her voice was tight as she gripped the cup tighter. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"That is a sorrowful thing indeed.."</span></span> She said, struggling to keep the sorrow from her tone and gulped down more tea, the stunning similarities, barring a few instances of identities being swapped, this essentially acted like her timeline, it was as close to home as she had come so far..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"You understand that you do not have to stay in the Ruins to protect the child.. But perhaps.. the young one could remain here for a time, I could scout around, see what can be done."</span></span> Her voice took on a soft tone as she spoke, understanding that Frisk needed rest, she was worn out, and Asgore looked so very lonely. For the sake of her father's memory and his relationship with the King, she would, for he was her King, even if it was a different timeline. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"After of course we rest and have a chance to relax."</span></span><br><br>Would she have done this for her Queen Toriel? Oh Angel no, she disliked the Queen's cowardice, now she had a reason to hate her even more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 17:00:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Of course. Do as you must. It is very rare that I have a chance to save them." </strong></span><br><br>Once the tea was finished, Asgore bowed down to Frisk and smiled in that gentle way, holding out a large paw for her, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Please, my little one. Allow me to show you to your room. It is warm and comfy. You can change those clothes if you wish, or even have a nice hot bath."</strong></span><br><br>He motioned to Aster, tone firmer now, less airy, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>And you too, young lady. I understand that you scientists would chase the moon around the earth if you wanted to, but right now you need a bath and a rest. No buts. I would stand in your way if your tried to leave now."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 18:07:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster nodded. Good, Frisk would be watched over by a monster she at least trusted..<br><br>Then he began to speak to her,<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "As you wish your majesty."</span></span> One simply did not argue with the King, even if he had given up his title, he was still her King in her mind.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I concede that I am weary, Logically speaking it would do me no good to scout ahead if I am tired."</span></span> She said, applying logic to it was the only way to get her mind to rest from fighting, even if it was empty words. She would bathe, but sleep? She doubted that would come to her now, given all she had suffered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 19:15:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could admit she was tired and weary, and that they both could do with a good night's sleep. However what Frisk couldn't agree with was staying behind in the Ruins while Aster wandered around on their own. They didn't know what this world was like. Even if Aster was powerful and had magic to defend them it didn't sit right with the small human to just let her go on her own.<br><br>Swallowing slightly and trying to hide a weary yawn, Frisk spoke up with a small voice, aiming her speech mainly at Aster. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Maybe we should get some sleep and talk about what we can do tomorrow.</span></strong>" She suggested, implying without being rude that she didn't agree with what the two were talking about.<br><br>The skeleton should've known what she was like already. She was determined, she wasn't going to sit back and just be coddled and looked after. Frisk didn't appreciate being treated like a child by either of them. She was small, yes, and she appeared young, and she didn't have the same strengths as monsters, but she had heart, and she cared about her friend, and she wasn't about to let her walk around in an unknown Underground on her own.<br><br>She didn't speak any of her thoughts out loud, instead turning to Asgore with a soft sleepy smile. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Thank you for your kindness, sir.</span></strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>14-07-2016, 10:35:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling warmly, the King stepped back from the door and bowed politely to the pair. Upon showing them where the bathroom was, he presented them with the room that had a large king size bed. His room obviously. Because there was two of them.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If you both need me, I'll be in the other room in my armchair. I need to clean everything up and then I'll be going to bed myself. Make yourselves at home." </strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>14-07-2016, 11:20:12</strong>
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				Aster nodded and smiled at Asgore, before she went to the bath to take a very quick one. She was not dirty and the warm water helped soothe her bones, after getting out of course she dried, redressed and came to sit upon the bed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 13:05:16</strong>
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				Frisk wandered into the room they had been provided, following the King and smiling in gratitude as he left, giving him a polite little wave as he bid them goodnight. Once he was gone, her posture slumped. Aster left for the bathroom and that left Frisk alone in the strange room to crawl in the middle of the bed, curling up with her knees tucked under her chin.<br><br>She couldn't help thinking back to those they had suddenly left behind. They would no doubt wonder where they had gone, or perhaps things had 'Reset', as Sans had explained to her. Guilt nibbled at her soul at the thought of that timeline resetting, leaving them in the horrible shape that they had been prior to her arrival. If they had to go through all that again...<br><br>She had to convince herself it wasn't her fault. Aster had been grabbed from behind by something, and she was trying to help her. Neither of them knew where they would end up, and from what the brunette could figure out it was a good thing they had ended up where they popped out, lest be stuck in the endless dark.<br><br>Her thoughts broke as Aster returned to the room, giving the tall skeleton a weak smile that tried to disguise her feelings. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Shall we sleep?</span></strong>" The young human suggested, pulling her socks off casually to tuck into her shoes by the bed. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Long adventure ahead of us.</span></strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 13:33:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster nodded, a false smile, the one she put on so many times in the last days of the previous timeline.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, Sleep is good I think."</span></span> She said and her false smile faded slightly. Was she looking forward to seeing her brothers again, knowing that in this timeline she was their baby brother.<br><br>So she instead pretended to sleep at the desk, letting Frisk have the bed, but when she thought the human was asleep, she quietly left the room, and went outside to the front garden, the way they had come in, then down again, and to the right, to an area that she noticed had a lovely view. Here it was she sat, looking out towards the Capital..<br><br>"I can't keep this up.." She said softly, speaking to the air around her.&nbsp; One hand drew out her soul, cracked as it was, with her SOUL out she could see her own Stats:<br><div class="floatright">(http://i67.tinypic.com/21dih4z.png)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">*Wing Ding <del>Aster</del><br>LV: 14<br>ATK: 110 DEF: 90</span></span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><del><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">*Experiment one.</span></del></span></div><br>As she looked at her own stats, she felt a mixture of horror, hatred, fear, and a strange sense of calm..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Have I been through too much now?"</span></span> Her voice was soft, scared, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"What more will my heart allow? I just want my family back.."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 14:25:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"My child?"</strong></span><br><br>From around a doorway, there stood the worn-out, yet still so approachable figure of the ex-King. There was concern in those kind eyes, yet he did not seem to want to approach without Aster's consent, instead hovering by the exit to the hallway. <br><br>His voice sounded heavier than Aster's SOUL, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Would you like some tea? Perhaps you just wish to talk this evening? I know that you and the little one are planning on leaving here, and I know I cannot stop you, but I certainly can aid with tea."</strong></span><br><br>One large paw motioned towards the comfy living room, which was now only illuminated by the flickering flames of the fire in the hearth. <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Come in when you are ready."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 14:34:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Never was Aster more comforted to hear the King's voice than then. She absorbed her soul once more, and stood. "Oh.. King Asgore.." She said softly, moving closer to him,<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "I am sorry if I woke you.. I couldn't sleep."</span></span> <br><br>She followed the gentle King inside.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I think Tea is wonderful.."</span></span> Her tone wounded weary, but not due to lack of sleep, but the burdens she carried.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 14:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Yes."</strong></span> The joy in the ex-King's voice told her that it was welcome conversation,<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> "I have always been a fan of collecting various teas. I find that these days there is rarely an ailment that cannot be cured with these natural concoctions!"</span></strong><br><br>As they sipped tea, the King sighed heavily, as though carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders. His eyes showed sadness as he gazed over at Aster, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If it helps to calm you, I cannot read SOULS. There are only two monsters in the Underground who can do that, and one of them is..."</strong></span><br><br>He trailed off, sighing deeply, searching for the right word, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">...unable to know when he's using that ability. The other is a tall skeleton who recently quit the Royal Guard. Papyrus, I believe his name is. A very keen set of eyes on him. If you wish to acquire aid with whatever burdens you so, then perhaps he is the best source to go to."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 15:05:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster nodded, her smile less forced than it had been, as she sipped tea with him. "That comforts me some." She said softly.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I see.. A part of me does not want to seek either of them out.. I know what they owuld see and it frightens me terribly.. But I have to, I am certain the answer to both mine and Frisk's problem lay at the Barrier itself. I just need to get them there without losing all that I am in the process."</span></span> She sighed.. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I want to scout ahead, just as far as Snowdin, tonight while Frisk sleeps. the snow will bring me calm and perhaps I can get some answers while making sure the way is safe for the human."</span></span> She said, hoping he would understand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 15:56:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"What if the human awakens? What am I to tell them then? That you walked off? That you went exploring?"</strong></span> Asgore's voice rumbled protectively in his throat, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You know that I cannot approve of this. You are tired and you are weak as you are now. I do not know what keeps you from stilling yourself, but you need to just stop."<br></strong></span><br>He glanced at some place in the distance, beyond the walls, somewhere that he would always know the way to. His eyes looked as tired and sad as always. It was almost as though he was debating something over in his mind, but then discarded it just as fast. "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Please. One night. That is all I ask of you. Just one. Then you may come and go as you please. You need to rest. There are monsters out there who will kill you."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 16:15:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster could feel anger rising within her mind, she practically slammed the cup down to the table as her voice raised. <del><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I AM FINE! I-"</span></span></del> She seemed&nbsp; to realize she had yelled and sat down, looking more and more upset with herself really..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I. I'm sorry.. Asgore, I just want to gather my thoughts together, you can tell Frisk that I merely went to scout ahead and clear my thoughts.."</span></span> She said, purple tears gathering in her sockets. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't know what's wrong with me, and I don't want to hurt Frisk if I lose control again.."</span></span><br><br>Aster was scared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>23-07-2016, 13:28:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Again</strong></span>?" There was clearly something that Asgore was missing from the conversation,&nbsp; but he tried to support the other nonetheless. Lightly stepping out of his chair, one massive paw curled around Aster's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Now now. Please calm yourself. I hear what you are saying, and although I do not understand it all, I know that you and Frisk have been through a lot already."</strong></span><br><br>A soft smile. More pats to Aster's weary skull. Asgore murmured to her; voice so gentle and caring and...so non judgemental. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I knew it the moment I saw you. The rips in your clothes, the expressions on your faces, and the band-aids all over little Frisk. Wherever you two have been, it is not the same here. In fact, most monsters here would rather not fight. You have the option of sparing monsters here. I would heartily advise striking up a conversation if you see monsters in this land."</strong></span><br><br>It seemed that talking and explaining was his way of getting Aster to calm down. He continued, still embracing the skeleton, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aside from the Queen and the Royal Guard, I do not think that anyone here would have a will to hurt you</strong></span>."<br><br>Only when he was sure he could, he pulled back, allowing Aster room to breathe. His expression was so saddened. It was like he had seen this confusion before - perhaps on someone who Aster did not know. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>23-07-2016, 14:15:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster broke the moment those furry arms held her with all the care a father might. She cried into him. It was all so much for her to handle. She had been through so much, and now she knew something was wrong with her. She had no idea when her LV went up and it terrified her, yet she somehow felt alright with it being so high?<br><br>That thought terrified her more. It was a few moments at least before she quieted. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't want to fight anyone.. I never did. Defend myself yes, but I don't like fighting.. I doubt any monster would even try, given how we are naturally.."</span></span> Her tone wavered, was she so certain after that last timeline? <br><br>Absolutely not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 10:25:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Shhhh. It is alright. We all do things that we regret. I am sure that you will find all of these answers."</span></strong> A warm paw held onto the trembling skeletal frame, almost afraid that she would shatter if it so much as let go. Asgore's face held an understanding - not about her situation, no, for he could only know what she had told him, but rather a simple ability to empathise with all monsters who crossed his path. <br><br>Her tears were thick and purple, running down her face and staining her cheekbones. Asgore allowed them to soak into his fur, and held her close to him, "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Please rest.&nbsp; Your mind is so tired. I would happily let you out of the ruins, but not in this state. You need to sleep, my child. There is much you have seen and done."</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 10:49:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, letting Asgore hold her in that gentle, fatherly way the king seemed to always radiate.. "Thank you.. Asgore.. You are truly a wonderful friend, and an even better father." She said, giving him a kiss to his cheek. "I will.. Try to slumber, and hope I can." She said, as she walked back to the room she and Frisk were sharing the night in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 11:22:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That night, Aster found herself falling.<br><br>At first, it looked like her dreams would go largely uninterrupted, but soon the darkness started to seep inside her subconscious. A speck of black at first, but then oozing down the walls of her mind, festering in heaps upon her psyche, and spreading through every nerve ending until it was all she could do to stay afloat in this seemingly endless abyss. <br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>"I'll FInd YoU..."</strong></del></span> A voice whispered, just out of sight, moving every time she tried to move her head, <strong><del><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"i'M so CLoSE I can FEEl you..."</span></del></strong><br><br>She didn't<del> - couldn't - </del>see the hands that pulled at her throat and arms, nor could she stop the fingers that seemed to creep over her skull until they were mere millimeters away from her open eye-sockets, creeping closer and closer and --<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><del><strong>"YoU'LL be MinE!" </strong></del></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 11:25:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster had dared to hope that her nightmares would not come, that she would have a single night of good sleep..<br><br>She was wrong.<br><br>Her soul pounded with her fear, as she struggled. gasped.. <br><br>In reality she thrashed upon the floor where she slept, until finally she came awake.. Screaming!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 15:37:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Curled up in the bed, Frisk had at first been comforted by a familiar smell. It was like... clean sheets and cinnamon spice lulling her to sleep as she had done before. Only there hadn't quite been the sense of paranoia looming over her head, no worry a crazy goat lady was going to tie her up in her sleep, or feed her poisoned pie. This version of Asgore was a lot more soft and less threatening than the previous world. And she had just been so tired...<br><br>But when the small human closed her eyes worry entered her mind again. She was running through darkness, chasing after figures who were always walking away from her, never catching up, hearing shrieking and screaming all around her drowning out her own shouts for them to turn around, if she could just reach the two skeletons-<br><br>She jolted awake, bolting upright in the bed and looking around in panic.<br><br>The screams weren't in her dreams.<br><br>Turning to the floor she found her friend writhing and screaming as if in agony. Without a second thought Frisk jumped out of bed, kneeling next to Aster and shaking her roughly to wake her up.<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Aster! Aster! Wake up! It's okay! You're safe, we're safe, wake up!</span></strong>" She begged and pleaded, shaking the other female and trying to smack her face hard enough to wake her but light enough not to be too painful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 16:10:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster's purple fire lit eyes winked back to their typical pretty white as she realized Frisk was there.. the human.. There wasn't Fellster there, it was just Frisk.. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"F-Frisk? It's you.. your really here.."</span></span> The relief in her voice was almost palpable as she hugged the human close. <br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"A nightmare, it was just a nightmare.. It's not real.."</span></span> She sobbed as she held the human.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 16:59:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Naturally, following such a cry, there was a gentle knock on the door. Asgore did not barge in, nor did he open it, but his concerned voice still managed to reach through the wooden surface, <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Are you both alright in there? Is there anything I can do for you?"</span></strong><br><br>Mild worry sounded from the hallway. From the way the handle almost turned, it showed that the boss monster was ready to enter at any given time should there be a problem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 23:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes flickered up towards the door, and Frisk bit her lip wondering what she should do. Her arms raised to embrace the skeleton who sobbed on her, rubbing the bones of her back softly. They had been through Hell and back in the previous universe they had been part of, but here was safe... at least until the nightmares set in.<br><br>She crooned quietly to her friend, nuzzling against her to calm her down. She needed to say something to placate the worried ex-King.<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Do you have any chamomile tea? A-Aster had a nightmare and I think it might calm her down.</span></strong>" Frisk called out to him, her suggestion mostly to get Asgore busy with something else for a moment, but chamomile tea would certainly help them both sleep if she could remember rightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 23:43:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster was trying to calm herself, as she nuzzled Frisk softly. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Y-yes.. chamomile would be very lovely.."</span></span> She said, her voice sounded so.. scared.. Thsi nightmare certainly had not been like the others back in the other universe, this had shaken her to her very soul.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>05-08-2016, 17:03:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ah yes...right away..."</span></strong> Despite the urge to burst into the room and give both of the young ones a hug, Asgore conceded his role as guardian to Frisk in that moment. It was very clear that the two needed some time alone to gather their broken thoughts, and it was in his nature to always do what was best for his guests. "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">I'll go and put the kettle on."</span></strong><br><br>Truth be told, the kettle was already boiling, tea alrwady brewed, but Asgore knew that all things must come at a time and a place. Releasing the door handle, he padded away softly down the hall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 19:10:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster's trembling form held Frisk softly. "<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nightmares.. Are not.. Real.."</span></span> She said softly, it frankly sounded like a quote from long ago, her own advice from before any of this, from when her only concern was making sure her brothers were happy and their father didn't lose himself to dark tendencies of the past. "<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I.. I am sorry I woke you Frisk.."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 14:59:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head and offering her skeletal friend a small smile, Frisk just held her a little tighter and rested her head on her shoulder. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">It's alright. You sounded like you were in a lot of pain</span></strong>" She said, giving her a gentle pat. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">We might've worried the King though...</span></strong>"<br><br>Her brown eyes were cast towards the door, hearing the faint pads of paws on the creaking wooden floors as Asgore wandered away to the kitchen, presumably to make them some tea.<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">If you don't want to sleep again, maybe we should get some tea?</span></strong>" The human suggested, slowly standing up and nudging Aster into doing the same. "<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Chamomile is supposed to be really soothing, I think...</span></strong>"<br><br>The young one spoke nothing of her own dreams. It appeared they were both being haunted by memories of what had happened. Perhaps they'd had enough rest for the evening, she at least felt a <em>bit</em> refreshed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 15:28:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and slowly stood.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Let us.. get some tea, and calm our nerves."</span></span> She said, her voice shaking from how bad that nightmare actually was. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"We might have, poor Asgore. Even in my universe he's just as kind and caring for his people."</span></span> She said softly. She was proud to be under the rule of King Asgore, he actually cared for his people.<br><br>She looked towards the door and then at Frisk.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Do you remember, what Sans told us when we were both caged? About how their version of me was dusted? Well their version of Dr. Gaster has been haunting my dreams since, and I could not tell them, I was not sure how."</span></span> She said with a sigh. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I fear my nightmares of him are not yet over however.."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 15:37:56</strong>
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				Frisk frowned. Gaster hadn't been a very pleasant man (or skeleton) from what she'd heard of him. Why was he targeting Aster in her dreams? She didn't understand enough about that Void place to truly get a grasp of what people were capable of with it, so she could only really act as support for as much as she could.<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Well, dreams are still dreams, right? As long as you don't give in, you should be fine. And I know you have a lot of determination, Aster.</span></strong>" The young human beamed up at her, leading her towards the door to go and greet Asgore and apologise for disturbing him with their loudness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 16:27:49</strong>
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				Asgore was more than pleased to see that the two had emerged without him needing to go back. Relief flooded his features in such a way that made hiding it impossible. Already he had set out a very cute teapot and matching cups on the table in the warm and cosy living room, along with two slices of butterscotch pie that he had been more than generous in cutting. A small jug of cream was sitting next to these.<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>"Ah, I trust that you are both alright?"</strong></span> The goat-monster's voice was slightly breathless, and it was clear that he had been pacing the moment before he had seen the two, his posture slightly off. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Please, sit. I want you to have these before you decide what your next decision is."</strong></span><br><br>He took a seat himself, sinking into the great armchair that creaked under his weight and cleared his throat. Evidently, he had prepared a speech, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I...I know that both of you must go. I had thought long and hard about how I could protect you here, but alas it seems that you are both destined to take the path that so many have before you. It would be unfair to try to keep you both here. The ruins are...very small once you have wandered around them so so long."</strong></span><br><br>That begged the question as to how long Asgore had been down here, but as he was not finished speaking it would have been rude to interrupt, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Never before has there been two of you before. Certainly not a monster as well. I can sense that something is changing. Something will change as a result of you two getting to where you need to be. After you have eaten, go towards the ruin doors and you will find yourself in Snowdin. Please try to find one of the two who can help you with this problem. Monsters here are good by heart, trust me on this. They will not want to fight you. Try...talking things over with them. Remember that mercy and sparing is always an option in our world. But then again...one of you already knows this."</strong></span><br><br>A pause. <br><br>Then: <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Once you leave here, I ask that you do not come back."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 17:44:33</strong>
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				She smiled at that. <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Determined? Not nearly as much as you Frisk.</span>" She said, hugging her once more before following her out.<br><br>She sat and fixed a cup of tea for herself, and listened with rapt attention. Asgore would always be her King no matter what universe.. <br><br>When he finished speaking she nodded. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I implore you to try and get out of the ruins at times yourself Asgore. The underground will always need its King.</span></span>" She said softly.<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>"We know this well Asgore. Frisk here would not harm even the smallest of moldsmol. Is that not correct Frisk?"</span></span> More&nbsp; a statement than it was a question, she had seen Frisk in the fell universe, if she could manage to not be corrupted from their violent ways, Aster was certain that would not change here.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"We will both be careful Asgore."</span></span> Her tone was friendly there, as she drank her tea. It certainly calmed her immensely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 20:48:23</strong>
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				There was a lump in her throat that Frisk tried to swallow down around a mouthful of tea. Toriel had told her the same thing when she'd left the Ruins the first time. 'Don't come back' echoed in her head, the heartbreak in both voices was obvious. She presumed Asgore had gone through what the others had and did not intend to pry further.<br><br>Instead she offered a weary smile, reaching out and patting Asgore's giant furry paw with a look of gratitude. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Thank you for helping us. We really appreciate it. I know you don't want us to come back... but we'll see each other again, for sure.</strong></span>" She assured him, warm brown eyes twinkling with Determination.<br><br>After a moment she turned to the pie with look of glee, pouring lashing of cream over it before digging in. The young human had to keep her spirits up. With Aster having such horrible nightmares, a being in another dimension doing Lord knows what to her, and the looming thought of having to go through yet another set of trials to free the monsters... she'd need all the strength she could get.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 15:30:29</strong>
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				As soon as the duo were ready, so began the silent and almost tearful journey into the Underground. <br><br>True to his own kind nature, the ex-King had insisted that they take little backpacks with them (remains from things that others had forgotten), and had already packed the bottoms of said packs with changes of clothes, another pair of shoes, and a tub containing a couple of slices of butterscotch pie each. In the front pocket, there was a cellphone for each of them (<strong>"Not to call me</strong>," Asgore had explained, "<strong>But you may find that you want to call people above here. There's a good signal in the rest of the underground.</strong>")<br><br>Following this, Asgore had led the pair, the human and the skeleton, down the stairs that had been sectioned off with a lock and chain. Down down down. Into a long corridor that seemed to stretch on forever, lit only by the dull flickering flames of the lamps that shone with fire magic at their core. It was a path that Frisk had walked before, twice now, but this time it was without fuss, without complaint, without having to fight. <br><br>Silence hung heavily between them; the walk seemed to take forever. <br><br>It was different here now. This was not the same world that Frisk and Aster had seen. This was not the world, or timeline, or whatever, that was referred to as 'Fell'. There were obvious differences: no flower to greet Frisk at the start (instead something had fled out of sight the moment that the pair had fallen here), Asgore being the one to see them out of the ruins instead of Toriel as it had been in the previous world, and finally the calm. The peaceful nature of Asgore instead of the horrifically and mentally scarred psyche of Toriel. <br><br>Still so much to be nervous of, yet...there was something to be eager about also. Future differences hung in their destinies, the land about to reveal its secrets to them. <br><br>There was no mistaking the heavy stone doors at the end of the corridor. This was it. The Royal insignia loomed above as though a long century of grudges were upon them. Another symbol, one that had been on Toriel and Asgore's clothing, emblazoned on the doorway. A stone sentinel to guard the ruins, and those within, from what lay outside.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"This is where I leave you."</strong></span> <br><br>Asgore's voice was not jarring, but when it had not been heard in such a long time it sounded almost unnatural. Sudden. Pain laced each syllable. <br><br>The goat monster motioned towards the door and stood up tall, seeming all the more authoritative and regal when drawn up to his full height instead of stooping low and apologetically. Compassion, although not entirely gone, was no longer evident from his face. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I will open these doors. Already I believe I have given you all you would need. I know in my heart that you will meet some nice people out there. Remember to show them mercy and kindness as I have done for you. Some monsters may seem irrational, and will fight you, but at the very center of their being, they are merely showing passion for their people. Do not judge them."</strong></span><br><br>Then, softness as Asgore bent down to Frisk's height and gently embraced the human, <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Always be you. Do not change for this world."</span></strong><br><br>After that, a soft hug for Aster,<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> "Do not bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. You have a loyal friend to look out for you."</strong></span><br><br>Finally, the doors were pushed open, stiff and crumbling from disuse. Light filtered in from somewhere up above, but it was clear from the air within the chamber beyond that they were still trapped in the Underground. Asgore allowed the pair to pass, saying nothing more, and then...<br><br>...silence as the final echo of that door closing dissipated. Not even the sound of Asgore's movements beyond the stone barrier. <br><br>Frisk and Aster were alone in a corridor of stairs that led in only one direction.<br><br>Up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 20:15:43</strong>
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				Aster could not help but feel upset a bit, that Asgore was not going to leave the ruins. She felt anger build up within her that came unbidden.. Much in the manner of what she greatly disliked as cowardice in Toriel from her timeline, she now saw here in Asgore, but tried hard to stop it from coming out.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"We will Asgore, thank you."</span></span> She said softly, her voice fighting for polite neutrality.<br><br>As the door was pushed open she sighed softly and walked through it, helping Frisk through the door. As they walked up the hall, Aster was silent for the longest time. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I hope we can help this world as much as you did the last Frisk.. I truly wish it.."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 21:59:14</strong>
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				Frisk felt tears welling up in her eyes that were shed on Asgore's soft white fur in their final embrace. She quickly wiped them away and gave him a grateful smile, wanting their last sight of him to not be such a sad one. It was inevitable that it would be though, his gentle face wasn't so full of peaceful joy anymore, more focused neutrality as if he didn't want his true emotions to show. This was the attitude of a King, not the soft father they'd met when they first fell down.<br><br>Everything reminded her of leaving the ruins last time, it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt guilty leaving being the lone parent once more, but it steeled her determination to save this world as well. She managed to free the monsters in the most violent Underground she could've imagined. This one apparently was much more merciful so by default it should be easier, right?<br><br>The door to the Ruins slammed shut behind them, sounding less like a door and more like a tomb as the silence rang loudly around them. The bitter cold already nipped at her exposed skin, but this time she was more prepared than the threadbare sweater and shorts she wore the last time she went along the path to Snowdin. Her shorts were jeans, a t-shirt under her sweater, and the backpack she carried was full of further supplies should they need them.<br><br>Frisk looked up at Aster, studying her tired skeletal face. She gave her a warm smile, taking her hand and squeezing it before tugging her along. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>We can do this.</strong></span>" She said, walking ahead of them and finally reaching the snowy pathway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 23:48:06</strong>
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				Aster nodded as Frisk held her hand. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I at least have you, no matter what my friend."</span></span> She said softly, giving her a soft smile, before she pushed open the ruins door, to be welcomed with the white snow she was so familiar with before, except this time, there was no dust blowing in the wind..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>10-08-2016, 10:46:21</strong>
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				Snow crunched beneath footfalls. A beautiful wonderland of white lay ahead of the pair of travellers, the brilliant white shining through the mass of tress that surrounded the ruins. To the sides, the trees were thick and solid, barely worth traversing if they did not wish to become lost, and so it made sense to stick to the path that was already set out for them. <br><br>Monsters had left the ruins behind them long ago. Was it this path that they had created when they had first began to discover and explore their new world? <br><br>Now Frisk and Aster walked that same path, liberating themselves as the monsters of old had done so. <br><br>It seemed strange for it to snow underground, but a quick pat with a hand revealed that it was thus. Aster would know of the different temperatures that lay inside a mountain, about the freezing cold snow that drifted in from the tip of Mount Ebott, forming a natural climate within this area, about the central heat that lay before them once they got to the CORE, and even about the area made of water and melted pools that was formed when snow and lava mixed together. <br><br>Neatly they stepped over a fallen branch that seemed to block the path for a few moments. No wonder it had never been moved; it seemed to be a thick and sturdy object (for Frisk actually stood on it for a few seconds), yet there seemed to be no sense in paying it further mind. It certainly couldn't be moved or used as a weapon, but it was so unusual to see such an obstacle after a path of pure driven snow, that they couldn't help but take it in a little before moving on.<br><br>Never faltering to question this more so, the pair moved on, heading towards an ominous structure looming in the distance. <br><br>Crunch!<br><br>The tell tale sound of splitting wood. A sickening crack that split the air behind them so suddenly. There was no mistaking that the noise had come from where they had just been standing.<br><br>The branch, that had been strong enough to hold Frisk's weight...was splintered in the middle; split completely in two as though someone much larger than either of them had crunched it beneath a boot...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>10-08-2016, 11:06:05</strong>
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				Aster was anxious as well as nervous. This was her home sure, but things were different roles had been.. reversed? At least with Asgore and Toriel.<br><br>As they came to the branch, Aster wondered why. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hmm.."</span></span> She said curiously, a thoughtful sound, as they continued.<br><br>Until they heard the crunch of the brance being split in two, and a glance back confirmed that. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Frisk.. Stay close to me."</span></span> She said firmly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>10-08-2016, 21:44:21</strong>
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				Everything was all too eerily familiar. The snow and cold air still bit at her exposed skin but didn't have the same kind of chill to it, the snow crunched under her feet but wasn't the same sort of crispness. It was like she was reliving a memory only slightly off kilter, and it disorientated the small human greatly whilst at the same time offering a little bit of comfort. Everything seemed... more peaceful than before.<br><br>She'd given the branch a solid kick before they left it, figuring no one had moved it due to its size and the fact no one really came down that path anymore. Their footprints were the only ones in the freshly fallen snow besides the worn out path.<br><br>Once it was behind them Frisk jumped a mile at the sudden crack, quickly whipping her head around to see the broken branch that had once been completely solid. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>What the-</strong></span>" She had no time to respond as Aster gathered close to her protectively, the two of them walking further forwards but more cautiously, more slowly, with careful footsteps, until they reached a rickety wooden bridge.<br><br>Even the makeshift fence was the same.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 11:20:32</strong>
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				Out of the corners of their eyes, a shadow flickered and then vanished; a few seconds of sight and then nothing more. Enough to see a very tall and bulky shape...<br><br>As they approached the gate, the forest around them suddenly seemed so full of sound: crunching snow, rustling leaves, snapping twigs, wind rushing past their ears as though something akin to a spectre was dancing around them. Getting closer and closer and closer until - nothing. Silence once more as they reached out to touch the age-touched gate made of wood.<br><br>It was a tall structure that seemed to be an old wooden bridge that covered one of the small openings in the ground. Still wide enough to prove an obstacle, but not looking quite as frightening as a chasm. The drop did seem to go on forever, though, so the bridge was probably a good idea in the long run, and it certainly was proving to be too open to jump over - not that this was a good idea anyway given the shifting nature of the snow that covered the edges of the gap. <br><br>The bridge, they noticed, was also covered in these...bars of sorts. Some kind of huge gateway perhaps? It was taller than they would jump, but certainly wide enough for anyone to fit through. Maybe it was just an archway? Something on the decorative side?<br><br>Before they could ponder further on this unusual structure, a definitive crunch in the snow, and a presence that did not vanish this time, revealed that they were not alone. Something - someone? - seemed to growl behind them, <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Don't you wanna greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand..."</em></span><br><br>Harsh, rasping, hidden in the shadows. A skeletal hand (claw?) outstretched in foul parody of a greeting. Smoke drifting from some unknown location in the darkness that surrounded the figure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 12:31:55</strong>
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				Aster kept Frisk close, but had to admit the gate was comical and had her smiling. Though she might have been on edge, from everything that had happened in the past, the small bit of humour was enough to clam her a bit.<br><br>Thhen someone just had to freak her out. The gaster blaster had been summoned by pure accident, a mockery of her usual ones, twisted horns now jutted out with maw of sharp teeth.. It hissed as power gathered, before she shut it down. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Fuck.. please.. don't do that again.."</span></span> She said, Frisk could feel her trembling. What had she almost just done?!<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"A friend doesn't sneak up on another.. <em>Friend.</em>"</span></span> She said, turning fully to face him, keeping Frisk behind her, but she reached out her hand to, to shake. Despite her fighting for a calmed voice, both fo them could tell her voice was filled with fear, horror at the fact that she had nearly attacked another monster who likely meant no harm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 19:24:53</strong>
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				A terrified squeak passed her lips as Frisk grabbed hurriedly onto Aster, trying to hold her in place lest she start an unnecessary fight. She understood she must've been startled by the appearance of the other monster but that was no reason to suddenly summon those terrifying skulls! Had the other universe shaken her up that much?<br><br>She kept her grasp even as Aster calmed down, unsure how the other was going to react though she at least seemed as shocked as she did at her reactions. With that settled, Frisk peered over at the new arrival, eyes widening as the shadowed form seemed to be all to familiar to them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 19:48:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Woah...let's not <strong><em>blow</em></strong> this out of proportion."</span></span> Skeletal hands came up in defense, the stranger stepping into the light with haste, looking somewhat ashamed of himself. It was most certainly Papyrus - or at least a Papyrus - only this one was...was softer a good description? No sharp edges, teeth relatively flat this time, and certainly no form of battle armour to be seen anywhere. Dressed only in a very baggy orange hoodie, baggy grey trousers, and a pair of trainers (laces undone, of course), this Papyrus seemed to be the complete opposite of anything that either of the two had seen before.<br><br>A cigarette dangled lazily from his mouth, the outstretched hand bearing a single palm-sized whoopie cushion; clearly the set up for a bad joke. Nothing dangerous, however.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> "I'm sorry I<strong><em> rattled any bones</em></strong> here. Just tryin' ta play a simple joke. Heh...looks like it was more of a<em><strong> blast</strong></em> than I expected."</span></span><br><br>There was a friendly tone to his voice, his posture speaking of his tense yet very kindly nature in that moment, and he seemed genuinely apologetic. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"I...er...I'm Papyrus. Papyrus the Skeleton. Nice to meet'cha. I...er...know that I can be a bit of a <strong><em>bone-head</em></strong>. I heard that there was a human here, but...heh...I really didn't expect this. You two are new to town?"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 20:24:35</strong>
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				Aster held Frisk tightly back.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Forgive me.. I must still be rattled from last night.. Nightmares, you understand."</span></span> She said, smiling, trying to shove it all down deep behind the mask, she had to wear that mask..<br><br>Frisk could feel the hand holding her tremble again, Not out of fear but sorrow.. <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I.. My name is Aster. This is Frisk." </span></span>She said softly. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I would have thought it very <strong>humerus</strong> if I wasn't <strong>rattled</strong>&nbsp; myself. No ill will friend?"</span></span> She said, reaching to take his hand as Gaster Blaster vanished.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 20:42:04</strong>
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				Keeping her grasp on her friend for support, Frisk couldn't help but laugh at the silly puns the guy made, even more so when Aster punned right back. The tension seemed broken and their new companion seemed genuinely apologetic for scaring them.<br><br>The human couldn't think of any good puns herself, she was always terrible at them, but she did beam happily up at him. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>I guess you could say we are new around here? Heh heh...</strong></span>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 21:15:32</strong>
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				"<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Yeah I kinda figured I'd startled you both too much.</span></span>" Papyrus smiled widely (as wide as it was possible for a skeleton). He took Aster's hand in his own and shook it gently, pocketing the whoopee cushion for later use. He certainly seemed to be a lot more laid back than the monsters they had experienced before.<br><br>Taking a long drag of his cigarette, the male skeleton shrugged passively, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">I'm supposed to be keeping an eye socket out for humans right now, but...eh. It's effort, you know?"</span></span><br><br>Motioning with one hand, he neatly crossed the bridge and ducked through the archway. "<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">C'mon in. My older brother built this to keep humans out, but...eh...he kinda made the bars too wide. As a result, anyone can get through."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 21:36:23</strong>
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				She nodded and shook his hand, and followed along behind him, even as she fought to stay in control, which was strangely easier than it should have been, and that worried her more than breaking down seeing her brother so.. lazy..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I think your older brother needs a few carpentry lessons.."</span></span> She said softly, following along behind him. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I do not know if I can handle this Frisk.."</span></span> She whispered so softly to Frisk..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 21:46:00</strong>
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				Humans, right, Frisk supposed she should pretend she wasn't human, or at least not admit to it right away. It'd be fairly obvious eventually anyway, but until she could assess the situation properly then she'd just be cautious. If the 'Fell' universe taught her anything it was to be on guard.<br><br>This Papyrus certainly seemed different. The last one was full of spikes and a sharp attitude to match, this one acted much more laid back, a lot softer seeming. She'd probably go so far as to say 'cuddly', at least in comparison to the first one she'd met.<br><br>As Aster spoke she looked up at her, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. The poor thing looked so tired and weary, everything must've been taking an emotional toll on her. Frisk recalled what she'd been told, that the first Sans and Papyrus she'd met weren't the brothers she knew, and this one didn't seem to be hers either.<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">We'll be home soon.</span></strong>" Frisk whispered to her in promise, trying to give the skeleton an encouraging smile. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>You just gotta hold on.</strong></span>"<br><br>She was beginning to think maybe Aster should've stayed in the Ruins, at least there Asgore could've cared for her...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>12-08-2016, 22:53:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"So...you're human, right?"</span></span> So much for that being a secret. It was blindingly obvious. In all honesty, Frisk was just surprised it had taken that long to have been brought up in conversation. Still, Papyrus did not seem like the violent sort. If anything, it seemed to amuse him, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"That's real funny, yanno? My brother, you see, he's kinda obsessed with the idea of catching one. Harmless guy, of course. Often berates me for being <strong><em>bone idle </em></strong>on the human front, but he's a great guy."</span></span><br><br>Stopping in front of them, the tall and lanky skeleton seemed to be deep in thought, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Say. We're coming up to a check point, you see? Mine to be precise. Which means my bro will be stopping by shortly anyway. Why don't you two play along with his scheme? I'm sure it would make his day if he saw you, human. Like I say, he's harmless, but he will certainly really get a kick outta thinking he's gonna catch you."</span></span><br><br>A shrug followed this, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"If you wanna, I guess. Sometimes it just ain't a guy's game, yanno?"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2016, 10:34:50</strong>
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				Aster nodded, patting the Human's shoulders with her hand in a show of gentle affection. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I've got you here Frisk.. Perhaps I can hold on a little longer."</span></span> She said softly.<br><br>She listened to Papyrus as he led them forward. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Papyrus.. Don't you agree Frisk? Some nice Puzzles would surely be a welcomed sight.."</span></span> At least for her it would. She loved her Papyrus' puzzles, they never harmed anyone because he always built them perfectly like that. A challenge for the mind, but never the body outside of exercise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 16:33:59</strong>
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				The smaller human laughed and nodded. It would be a break from all the pain and heartache they had already suffered. Something lighthearted, something a little more fun, something where they weren't going to be fearing for their lives, that would be nice.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>It'll be fun. I love puzzles.</strong></span>" Frisk couldn't think of much else to say, still mildly wary of the world but already finding herself warming to it, and warming to the skeleton that greeted them.<br><br>They walked along the path and soon enough they did indeed come to a sentry station, just as run down as the one they'd passed in the other world. It was strange how similar yet different the places were, like an odd sense of deja vu, only she didn't have a doubt she'd walked down this path before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 16:41:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Papyrus certainly did not seem as though he were about to betray them or turn them over to some higher power at any time soon. If anything, he seemed reluctant to do anything that required effort. It was almost akin to the Sans of the Fell world, only without the borderline psychotic need to be abused. <br><br>Was it pure laziness?<br><br>They would soon find out.<br><br>As they approached the sentry station, the tallest skeleton discarded the butt of his cigarette in a tray on the station's windowsill and turned to regard them both with an odd air to his gaze. Something orange burned at the corners of his vision, but it was gone before anyone could register it. Aster may have felt the brief flow of magic, but nothing more. It was a while before he spoke, but when he did, there was something akin to caution in his tone.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"...you come here carrying a heavy burden."</span></span> He murmured at length, as though selecting his words carefully, <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"If I had to hazard a guess - and I don't have to; I just want to - I'd say that you two have jumped through timelines. Not only that, but your last timeline wasn't as forgiving as this one."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 17:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster smiled at Frisk as she agreed. "I certainly think so." she said and continued to follow Papyrus until he stopped and spoke of timelines. This had Aster looking down and away from him. "I like to think we helped them at least a little.. Before we were dragged out.. I am just saddened you did not get your happy ending Frisk.. You tried to save me.." she said softly, stroking the man's hair gently. <br><br>She looked back at Papyrus and frowned. "Please humor me.. Do you have any other family beyond the brother that checks on you?" She asked firmly, surely papyrus would never have just given away family.. Surely it must have been misinformation?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>15-08-2016, 10:11:14</strong>
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				She was surprised to have such questions asked so bluntly, taken aback a moment before she could even think of an answer. Thankfully Aster answered for them while she was still thinking of what to say.<br><br>Swallowing a lump in her throat, she finally did speak up. "This is the second time I've fallen into the Underground. Aster has been through three versions." The human told him, still keeping her hand holding the skeleton's for what support she could give.<br><br>She'd tried not to think of what she was missing, that 'happy ending' Aster mentioned would make her feel miserable at even the slightest thought. She'd been looking forwards to a new life with monsters, considering her old one hadn't been all that great, to say the least.<br><br>Looking over at the orange-clad skeleton she let her eyes wander over his face. The same with Sans the hint of a threat lay there, and the same lazy uncaring attitude. But unlike her Sans he didn't threaten them, didn't growl, didn't seem to be completely under his brother's thumb either. She didn't know how he compared to either of the skeleton brothers that Aster knew, but she felt like she could trust him at least a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>15-08-2016, 10:56:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Heh. Figured so."</span></span> Shrugging, Papyrus leaned over the side of the sentry station and pulled out a bottle of...mustard?...casually popping the lid off and starting to drink as anyone would a cola or a carton of juice. What threat there had been vanished instantly, gone in a second, and the casual and almost uncaring attitude was left in its wake. <br><br>Once a liberal swig of the condiment had been taken, the tall skeleton sighed happily and leaned back against the wooden paneling. His gaze flickered to Aster once more, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"If you're wondering whether I have a 'you' of this timeline, then you're quite correct. Here."</span></span><br><br>From within the confines of his hoodie, a photograph was produced and showed to both skeleton and human. Papyrus had obviously been the cameraman in this case (or camera monster), for he was absent, but the smaller skeleton in the blue scarf, the one with wide determined eyes and the widest smile, could not have been anyone but Sans - or a Sans at least. Said small skeleton was holding up an even smaller baby skeleton in the air; one who looked overjoyed to be lifted up so high. Wide violet eyes were the mirror of Aster's. <br><br>And then...<br><br>The photograph was whipped away before anyone could muse for too long on it, but there had been a third skeleton in the picture. Tall, taller than Papyrus, and leaning over so that he could get both arms around his children. With a crack that ran down the entire right side of his face, leaving him with a permanently half-lid eye, and another mark just underneath his left eye that ran down to the corner of his mouth. A skeleton whom Aster had seen many a time in her own world.<br><br>Before Papyrus could be questioned on this, a voice rang through the air, loud and proud and...so happy! <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Brother! You did not tell me we had guests!"</span></span><br><br>Padding through the snow, dressed in scarf and armour, looking determined and bold, was Sans. Papyrus offered him the same impassive glance that he seemed to reserve for everyone and tucked away both photo and mustard bottle in a heartbeat, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Hey bro."</span></span><br><br>San pouted,<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> "You haven't re-calibrated your puzzles! I'll bet my entire position that you have been slacking off again!"</span></span><br><br>Another shrug, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Ah. You got me."</span></span><br><br>This did not seem to ease the smaller skeleton's temper any. Sans stomped on the ground with one foot, before wandering over to the trio at the sentry booth, clearly apologetic in tone, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"And in front of guests too! I don't know what to do with you sometimes! Forgive my brother and his laziness! I'll bet he hasn't shown you around either. Fear not! I shall act as your --"</span></span><br><br>Only then did he seem to see Frisk. <br><br>Within seconds, he was holding Frisk's hand, looking excited, bright blue eyes dancing with joy. He seemed absolutely overjoyed. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Are...are you a human?? Are you really really a human?"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>16-08-2016, 09:49:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster felt a sense of slight pride, but then wondered.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I take it you left little version of myself, either with Sans or a babysitter while you are.. not working?"</span></span> She asked curiously. She did the same for her version of Paps when he was a babybones too afterall..<br><br>Then she heard a happy little voice, and the Sans that came with that voice.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Oh my.. Hello there."</span></span> She said sweetly. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"No need to apologize.. Papyrus was just acting calm and friendly to a couple fo weary travelers, isn't that right Frisk?"</span></span> She asked her human companion, and Sans seemed to notice her too around that time and it made Aster giggle softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 00:03:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taken aback a little by almost having an armful of a plump and bouncy Sans, Frisk simply let her hand be held and shook by the short skeleton, a little limp in surprise. She quickly came to her wits again, shaking his hand with a polite smile.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Y-Yeah, I'm human. A big scary human. Rawr.</strong></span>" She giggled, making a clawing motion with her free hand to accompany her little growl. The whole light-heartedness of the situation was a huge relief, and this Sans seemed so adorable! Just as round as the other, but a everything about him seemed a wonderful bright shade of blue it just made her feel at ease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 00:33:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">OH wow!!"</span> Those bright blue eyes seemed to widen even more so, Sans turning to Aster and his brother and beaming widely, "<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Look! I caught a human! I did it! This is incredible</span>!"<br><br>It was easy to see the affection for his brother in Papyrus' eyes, but every now and then his orange gaze would flicker over Aster and Frisk's faces, almost as if scanning their intention.<br><br>The wide grin of the smaller skeleton was practically glowing as he giddily bounced around. A low chortle, full to the brim with mirth, escaped his mouth as he addressed Aster, "<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Mueh heh heh! I am glad that my lazy brother had made himself useful! He can be such a lazy bones! What would he do without such a cool guy taking care of him</span>?"<br><br>Papyrus merely shrugged in response to this, fingers itching as though needing another cigarette, still adhering to his older brother's whims. "<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">What can I say? I'm downright <em><strong>bone idle.</strong></em> My brother keeps these old bones <em><strong>rattling</strong></em> along.</span></span>"<br><br>That almost seemed to wound and horrify the smaller skeleton, "<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Enough with those lame puns brother!"</span><br><br>This in turn pulled a short giggle out of Papyrus, "<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lame? I thought they were quite <strong><em>humerus</em></strong></span></span>."<br><br>His reward was another pout from Sans, Papyrus winking slyly at the two guests. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>18-08-2016, 12:03:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster couldn't help but laugh happily. She felt so much more at ease now.. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Y-yea.. I guess you did Sans."</span></span> She said with a soft chuckle as she looked back at Papyrus, then quickly back at Frisk. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Why don't you two go off and try those puzzles."</span></span><br><br>If they ran off together she would sigh softly.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I wish Paps could see this.. He'd be just as excited as Sans is.."</span></span> Her voice was wistful, but a bit sad. She was losing hope she'd ever bee able to get back to her brothers..<br><br>She reached into her pocket to pull out her old picture, torn at the edges, and damaged a bit from her adventure in the Fell verse,&nbsp; but still quite clear. She showed Papyrus this picture.<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Since you showed your own.. I figure I'd show you mine."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>18-08-2016, 23:14:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frisk took a look back at Aster and with a weak smile began to walk forwards, Sans not far behind her. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>I'm pretty good at puzzles. I hope yours are enough to challenge me.</strong></span>" She joked with him, casting a glance over at the other two skeletons with a slight look of concern.<br><br>Aster was weary, far more weary than her. She'd come from a universe where she'd had a family, people she'd left behind. Frisk hadn't... She didn't really have anyone. But the HOPE that she might've had something in by freeing the horrifying monsters of the 'Fell' Universe had been enough to give her the Determination to continue.<br><br>Did she want to go back there? Would she even be able to?<br><br>She was tired, but she knew she wasn't as tired as her friend, who had seemed stranger since they'd arrived there. Frisk wished she could help, but she didn't know anything about timelines or time travel or universe jumping or any of the scientific things that Aster knew. What good was she to her?<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>So, where's the first one?</strong></span>" The brunette beamed at the shorter skeleton, trying to forget about their troubles, at least for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 22:57:30</strong>
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				With Sans distracted by the human, Papyrus allowed himself to talk shop with Aster. His eyes glanced lazily at the photograph, before a smile crossed his face idly. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"So...your Sans is kinda like me, huh? He looks like a chill dude. No wonder you're so shocked."</span></span><br><br>A long finger ran over the photograph pointing at the small baby in Gaster's hands. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"....I'm adorable. I'll bet any money I'm a real dork when I grow up."</span></span><br><br>When his gaze flickered over Gaster, a sadness seemed to manifest inside those eye sockets, mouth down-turned slightly. When he spoke again, it was not what Aster had probably expected. "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">...I can see inside your SOUL, you know? There's something that weighs upon it. If we were in the judgement hall, I bet I'd see something you really don't want me to see."</span></span><br><br>He sighed, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"You know...there's a guy...who could help you...in this world. But...I dunno...it depends on how much help you want...I mean, he only comes through these parts every so often. You could stay with us if you liked? Until then..."</span></span><br><br>A nod of the head in Sans' direction, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Let's face it: he's probably gonna end up making friends with that human. We both know it. He ain't got a harmful bone in his body..."</span></span><br><br>True to his word, Frisk was already being pulled excitedly towards a series of levers (a simple 'turn all x's into o's' puzzle), with the small round skeleton looking absolutely overjoyed.<br><br>"<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">If you get past this one, I have an incredible tile puzzle you HAVE to see!"</span></span> Sans beamed, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">But first, you have to do this one to get there because I - The Sensational Sans - have placed a spike wall in the way that can only be deactivated by finishing the puzzle!!!"</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 23:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster smiled softly. "Yes, My Papyrus was just barely talking when I and father fell.. Even then, he is so dead set on joining the royal guard, ever since he met that fish woman.. Undyne If i recall the name correctly."<br><br><br>She looked at Papyrus and then down at the floor when he said he could mention seeing souls. "I don't know.. I did not want to see whats in my soul anymore.. I am scared of it." She said with a shudder. "I think Frisk would like that, to stay for a while."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 21:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahead of them Frisk surveyed the puzzle that had been set before her, and warily eyed up the 'spike wall', which in reality was only waist high (shoulder high to the much smaller skeleton). Still, she was actually quite stumped out to proceed with the task at hand at first.<br><br>Turning the switches of one lever would turn the switches of the levers next to them as well, and so it had to be figured out how to turn them all to Os. A few false starts had her getting frustrated, nearly tearing out her hair when she thought she'd figured it out only to have on X remain. Frisk had almost presumed the puzzle wouldn't be too hard at all but could easily see now that Sans put a lot of work into what he'd made, and she couldn't help but smile at that.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>This is really hard, you're so talented!</strong></span>" She praised him, deciding to have one final go before giving in and asking for help.<br><br>On the final attempt she had a break through. Levers were pulled, the Xs vanished and only Os remained in their place, causing the spike wall to finally fall.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>I did it!</strong></span>" Frisk cheered, jumping in genuine glee in the snow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 22:08:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Wow!!! You're so good at this!!! That's amazing!!!"</span></span> Sans' awe was short-lived as he tried to save face. Coughing and standing proudly, he pointed at Frisk, grinning widely, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">You may have gotten past that one, but the&nbsp; next one will most certainly bamboozle you!!"</span></span><br><br>One of his smaller gloved hands took a hold of Frisk's own and he started to pull the human towards another puzzle.<br><br>Papyrus eyed the situation warily, motioning with his head to Aster, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Yeah. It can be pretty terrifying. C'mon. Let's not get too far behind. My brother might still try to fight the human, you know? Kinda a pride thing."<br></span></span><br>As they walked, he made small talk, trying to reassure the other, <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, you know you're both welcome. I think that...a few things are different here, yanno? We have an Undyne too, but she is no where near Royal Guard material."</span></span><br><br>A soft chuckle, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She's a huge dork really."</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>21-08-2016, 21:47:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster chuckled. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Frisk!"</span></span> She called out.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"We've been invited to stay a bit, would you like to?" </span></span> She asked the human. While waiting for her answer, she looked back at Papyrus.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "It can."</span></span> She said, walking with him as the shorter human and skeleton went on ahead.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"But I have Frisk, and I like to hope that one day I will return home, with my brothers, my father.. It just gets hard sometimes."</span></span> She said softly.<br><br>When he mentioned his version of Undyne she laughed, nice and hard like she had really needed to laugh. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Oh wow.. She sounds like my Alphys, Mine's a huge dork as well, going on about her anime and the like. Has the biggest crush on our version of Undyne too. I wonder if that at least is the same here?"</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 01:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frisk attempted to turn and answer the question about staying but was being pulled along by a determined blue skeleton to the next set of puzzles laid out for them. She waved in vague agreement as she laughed, stumbling along through the snow and trying not to trip over with the other's excitable haste.<br><br>Would she like to stay? Perhaps. But if these monsters were trapped like the others had been then she was determined to see to it that they were free as well. This world seemed so nice and peaceful, it was truly unfair for them to remain trapped underground if they were. She managed to help free the others, surely she could do the same for them.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>What have you got planned next, O Wonderful and Sensational Sans?</strong></span>" Frisk spoke with a wide grin, lacing her finger's with Sans' gloved ones happily as she was tugged along, jogging to keep up despite his short stature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 15:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Heh. Well, I'm sure we'll do everything we can to help you."</span></span> The orange hooded skeleton smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. With one hand, he motioned for Aster to follow and led the way through the deactivated puzzles that Frisk had already solved. From within his hoodie, he produced another pack of cigarettes, placing one between his teeth lightly, before offering it to the other skeleton. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Cigarette? My bro doesn't really dig them. I find it calms the nerves."</span></span><br><br>His eyes always remained on Frisk and Sans whilst they walked, some hesitance in letting his brother get too far ahead. Evidently, it seemed it wasn't a secret he fancied keeping, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"...You know...this isn't the first time that this has happened. There's, like, a bunch of times where a human has come here...one who looks like Frisk...and they usually ain't so friendly. I think I'm one of the only ones here who can see when our world resets. No one else remembers, if that makes sense?"</span></span><br><br>Sighing, he led the way, looking entirely unconvinced that his words made any sense.<br><br>Sans on the other hand, showed no signs of any previous harm. He was rushing ahead, very happy with the progress that he was making with Frisk. Delighted to have someone to work through his puzzles. <br><br>They were a little ahead when he slowed his pace and looked at the human's hand in his own. His expression was unreadable, before he murmured, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">You know...we're going to have to fight at some point? I mean...this is really great, but I really need to catch a human in order for me to join the Royal Guard. I've kinda been training for it my whole life..."</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 21:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster continued to walk beside Papyrus, watching Frisk and Sans run off to do puzzles. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I think not..Not a habit I wish to pick up."</span></span> She said in polite decline. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Not the first time? hmm.. That does not really make much sense.. But maybe.. Maybe that could happen."</span></span> She said softly, putting a hand to his shoulder. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"At least you have your brothers, and a friend in myself and Frisk. If you want them."</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 22:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spared another glance behind her, thinking of Aster and Papyrus almost like parents watching their children play from afar. The thought made her laugh lightly, she was far from being a child and she suspected this Sans of the same. It still amused her, but she was torn from those thoughts at the smaller skeleton's sudden serious attitude.<br><br>Frisk slowed her walk along with him, hand still in his, squeezing the bones beneath the blue fabric trying to automatically reassure him. Biting her lip she realised he had a small point. Even if this world seemed a lot nicer they still had rules in place regarding the capturing of humans, just like before (only less violent, it would seem).<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>What if I don't want to fight?</strong></span>" Frisk asked him, voice just as quiet as his. She truly wouldn't fight him if it came to it, he was too sweet. "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>What then?</strong></span>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 11:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Papyrus made a noise that suggested he was musing her words over, but there was an expression on his face that Aster had had certainly seen before. It was very similar to the expression that her own Sans often wore whenever Gaster or her had talked about the future. A sort of far off and distant gaze that seemed entirely unconvinced that there was a future to be had. Still, he did not outwardly express this, therefore anything that could be taken from it was pure speculation on Aster's part. Instead, he gave an impassive shrug and continued to follow his brother and the human. <br><br>"<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Ah. Looks like reality finally hit my brother. I'm sorry to say, but I think he'll fight Frisk soon. Then again, such things were probably meant to be. I wouldn't suggest getting involved. You're far stronger than my brother. So is Frisk, I'm fairly sure."</span></span><br><br>Up ahead, Sans seemed to grind his teeth together a little nervously. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"If...well...if you don't fight then...well...I don't know! I guess I'd feel really bad about it!&nbsp; But I have to fight you! I mean, I can't get in the Royal Guard if I don't but....you're so nice and...and you're kind of my friend now!"</span></span><br><br>It seemed to be a genuine dilemma for Sans. All he had worked for, had dreamed of, was standing right in front of him and he was genuinely unable to think of anything but the fun he could have with Frisk as a friend! Shaking his head, he pulled away from the human and stood in front of them, drawing himself up to his full height and shouting loudly, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"No! This is not right! I am the Amazing Sensational Sans! I don't ever wonder what having friends is like! I will join the Royal Guard and I will capture you!!! Prepare yourself</span></span>!"<br><br>Three bones hovered in the air around him, summoned magically, and then launched themselves at Frisk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 12:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aster put a hand on Papyrus' shoulder. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I know.. She knows to.. We have to fight, but that doesn't mean we have to FIGHT.."</span></span> She said, motioning towards Frisk. Frisk never hurt a soul, not once in the entirety of Underfell. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"If she can manage to turn a bunch of violent jerks into good friends.. This will be cakewalk to her. And I want that so badly.." </span></span>She said, giving him a smile.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't think I'll get the happy ending I truly want.. bake home with my father and younger brothers.. But I like making friends."</span></span> She said somewhat confidently, even if inside she felt off..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>13-09-2016, 23:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squeaking sharply, Frisk only just managed to dodge the bones thrown at her, watching them embed in the snow nearby before vanishing in soft blue light. Her gaze turned pleadingly towards the short skeleton, silently begging him not to fight. She wasn't good at fighting, and she didn't want to anyway!<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">I gotta say, you're a bone-ified expert at this.</span></strong>" Frisk snickered, hoping to throw him off guard with her terrile humour. It had worked on the other Sans she had met, maybe this one would be the same? "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tibia-nest that nearly hit me!</strong></span>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>14-09-2016, 12:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Papyrus' eyes were foxed on the scene in front of him, one bony hand idly playing with the cigarettes in his hoodie. From one perspective, it seemed as though he was being ever protective, but from another there was every chance he was continuing to discuss things with Aster so that she couldn't interfere. "You've got a friend here. Don't worry about that. Three even. That Human of yours doesn't look like the violent type."<br><br>Meanwhile, Sans was almost pouting at the fact that Frisk was dodging all of his attacks. Not only that, but she was making terrible puns!!! He'd had to fight his new friend AND listen to horrible jokes! Surely the worst day ever!!<br><br>"Keep still! I have to capture you!" He growled, throwing more attacks in her direction, "And stop with those awful bone jokes! Clearly my brother has been a bad influence on you!!"<br><br>His eye sockets glowed with a blue light, "If you don't stop moving, I'll have to use my special attack!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>14-09-2016, 20:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, watching Frisk and Sans fight.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Frisk here wouldn't hurt a fly.. I think your brother is getting a bit frustrated at the puns though.." </span></span><br><br>She said with a small laugh, watching the two of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>27-09-2016, 22:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">How can he have had an influence on me when we've <em>bone</em>-ly just met</span></strong>?" Frisk giggled breathlessly, dodging more bones with further ease. Her time in the harsher universe before them had really honed her reflexes.<br><br>She really didn't want to fight him, dodging and running was all she could do. She truly searched through her brain to find another solution to the situation, what had she done with Sans and Papyrus in the other world?<br><br>"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Wouldn't you rather be friends? Surely-... Surely the magnificent Sans could be friends with a human?</strong></span>" Her words were breathless, he was really quick with those attacks!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 14:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Papyrus for once did not seem to find anything humorous at present. His eyes watched Frisk with an intensity that was most definitely unnatural on his face. Ever watchful of his brother and the human he was fighting. <br><br>Sans, meanwhile, gave an exasperated groan at being on the end of more puns. His attacks did not cease, but they certainly had an air of hesitance about them. His voice quivered a little, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I can be friends with anyone! I just...I...."</span><br><br>He gave another frustrated cry, "<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Look, just be captured already! Don't make me use my special attack!"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 17:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued to watch frisk with Sans, smiling a bit as she watched, though ehr smile left her face as she started to think about how to get home to her brothers.. Frisk could stay there, she was nice and sweet, she woudl like it there for sure.. But she didn't belong there, she belonged home..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 16:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her feet didn't stay still, dodging each attack and moving around with slowing footsteps. She was growing tired and breathless, but thankfully Sans was growing hesitant. she stepped closer, carefully, so as not to be noticed in her movements.<br><br>"A cutie like you? I'm sure you've got better things to do than lock me up." Frisk continued to stay determined as by now it was obvious he was doubting himself.<br><br>Spin, dodge, duck, step, it was almost like a dance the way she just barely missed his slowing attacks, the bones disappearing quicker as his motivation began to sag.<br><br>"You're really good at this!" She praised him brightly, beaming at him. "I can see why you're in the royal guard! You're so strong and handsome and amazing, you really don't need me to prove yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 19:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Are....are you...flirting with me?"</span> Sans exclaimed, a bright blue tinge appearing on his cheekbones, sounding half-hopeful and half-mortified. With a last barrage of normal attacks, he stomped one foot on the ground, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"L...let's...let's go on a date! After I capture you! Now face the wrath of my blue attack!"</span><br><br>With that, the bones he was hurling turned a light blue, and he unleashed a very fast and very heavy assault on the human.<br><br>At that, Papyrus seemed to lose all tension, sighing softly, "Ah. Now they've gone and wound him up. He's always so stressy. This is an ice field, you think he'd learn to just...<em>chill</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>12-11-2016, 13:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled softly. "One would think, but They are rather cute together." She said sweetly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 19:16:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Sure! Let's go on a date!</span>" Frisk giggled, slowing down due to a slowly growing exhaustion, but a plan came to mind.<br><br>With every step she moved closer, as intended before but now with more purpose. When Sans least expected it, she spun to avoid his next bone launch, then leapt forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him in a breathless embrace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theminiarkana</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 22:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Freezing in place, Sans raised and lowered one arm. A few bone attacks that he had been in the middle of summoning slowly vanished into nothingness; dissipating. Confusion was written all over that small round face, his determined scowl melting like fresh snow in a sunbeam, and slowly, surely, he brought up his arms to return the embrace.<br><br>There was an apologetic expression on his face.<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>"I...I can't hurt you, can I?"</span> The tone of voice he offered suggested that he had finally yielded; defeated, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't know how I'm ever going to make it into the Royal Guard if I can't even defeat you, human."</span><br><br>Despite the upsetting nature of his words, he did not sound too upset by this, his defeat being far worse to him than the absence of future Royal Guard duties. Pulling back, he shrugged, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It's...it's not like I could ever find someone else like you, so here's what I'm going to do."</span><br><br>Stepping back, he pointed at Frisk, "<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Human! I, the Incredible Sensational Sans will be your friend! For there is no chance that anyone will ever be as good a friend to you as I will! Consider that your victory prize!"</span><br><br>Back at the Sentry Post, Papyrus finally gave an impressive shrug, "<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Well...guess that's those two done. C'mon, let's go see what's up."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underswap RP - theminiarkana/karasu/midnightspade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 12:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was exhausted, heart beating quickly in her chest and her breath coming in short pants as she tried not to make it seem like she could keel over at any moment. She squeezed him until the point he stepped back, wherein she gave him a slightly confused head tilt.<br><br>"Friends?" Frisk giggled breathlessly. "So we aren't going on that date then?"<br><br>In all honesty, she was glad it ended this way. There seemed to be a lot less violence involved here than... the other place they'd gone. This Sans was a bubbling ball of joy.<br><br>"I'm happy to be your friend, Sans." Frisk continued on, moving forwards to hug him yet again, though this was more in relief than a battle tactic this time.
			</dd>
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