corruptedsave | Open RP post, yo.

How does Death squint and why is that at thing with all the skeletons from his world too. He's so use to the strangeness and yet he feels like he's being scruitinized all of a sudden.

"So it's true. We don't reset but we revive..." It's a good thing he's worried about Chara right now or he'd be thinking up devious things right now at that information. It meant that death meant nothing here like at home. Oh, yeah. That soul was tasty and just giving him lots of power right now.

"If that is what you want to call yourself..." he says rather sarcastically. He is considering stuffing it with pie and dragging it thank you very much. SOUL? Did someone say SOUL? He's perking up at that information and looking closer, "Where is it exactly?" Not that he wants it. That would be a horrid idea to let Chara inside of him again.

"Only those of you not from here- Can't say much for you, might go straight to Life rather than through me," really, he was scrutinizing this little flower. He couldn't feel a soul from it like he had the monsters or even this kid, but there was someone else's soul in it.

He'd get that alright, but this flower... He would go straight to Life, she'd have to figure out what to do with him then.

Headaches, all of them.

If Death had eyeballs at the moment they'd be rolling in their sockets, "It's what I am." Just a very simple fact. This was one of those Chara didn't want getting their SOUL, strange as it was. "On my person, I'll be taking care of them until I can hand it over to Life."

He had no idea what that meant and his face was showing it but given he was refering to himself as Death perhaps there was someone named Life as well.

It would be a pain to have to recollect souls every time he died if Death just took what didn't belong to him.

He's one of the biggest. Get use to it. There was bound to be a lot of missing SOULs.

"Death..." said once more as if disbelieving. "Normally skeletons don't eat souls so I suppose I can trust you with it for now." Chara was small enough that if he was in his old body he could pick her up but given how he is now he's tucking his leaves underneath them and lifting enough for his vines just to lift it or trying to. Though part of him is considering finding that goat .

For a moment? Several pairs of dark feathered wings were in view, attached to the skeleton, hundreds of golden eyes of various sizes staring down from amongst those feathers. Baring down on the flower in that stare, bone structure a little more cracked and far more ancient that he appeared. A lot of power was there, but so was an oddly comfortable warmth, Death was nothing to fear despite what it was, of course-

But it was only a flash, a glimpse of all the power and form hidden behind the appearance of a harmless but well dressed skeleton- "I don't eat souls, 'Flowey'. Merely collect, repair, and prepare them when I cannot guide them to a final rest.

"This is what kindness I can give, for those of you doomed to repeat this cycle of life and death while here."

"Golly, that sure is a lot of power." And responsibility. This skeleton was even more of a freak than he imagined and at the words and kindness he was spreading around he was even more confident that the other wasn't going to take Chara away. Heh, what a limitless form the other had yet so useless.

"We're not at home and yet here we are stuck in the same cycles. Pathetic." He didn't like it and finally he manages to raise Chara off of the ground. This would be a lot easier if he had arms.

Useless was one way to put it, he had to follow a set of rules when it came to certain things. "I'm as pieced together as this world, Flowey. I am pieces of many, all who serve the same purpose as I. It is why I simply go by Death, rather than any one name." All the better to function in this place correctly-

A hand lifted, the front door opening wide, eyeing the yellow flower once Chara was lifted.

"Take them inside, not to your bed. Else you would have them dying over and over underground amongst your roots."

This was going to be awkward seeing as he was going to have to extend himself far into the house with those roots. He had already grown significantly within a few minutes with the power of that soul and while normally he was restricted right now he was using it to make himself thicker and bulkier in order to make her body travel along it.

He still had no room for himself in that house as that potted hanging plant was more than enough but he understood his words and he gave a snarky look as he just moved through that house and towards the room where Asriel and Chara usually slept, "At least then Chara couldn't leave... but alright."

"The kid will hate you less this way." Incredibly blunt, and he was going to be following the flower all the way there.

Really, this was almost like some strange babysitting thing. At least it wasn't like holding back a murderous Sans, just a snarky brat of a child stuck in a flower. Death was patient, and Death was calm, despite the firmness of his voice in that.

"A part of me doubts that," he said just as equally blunt.

He's reaching a leaf up and opening the door as best as he could even if he had to get help from Death itself. Just don't step on him because he's all over the floor right now in thick bunches. Yeah, someone just likely tripped over him in the hallway and he's not even sorry.

He's going to set Chara on the bed and cross his leaves as he contemplates pie again, "So... which one killed a creature like them."

He did indeed help get that door open, careful of his step, not closing the door after them only somewhat because of roots. That other kid would be by at some point, they slept here too after all.

"I can't tell you that," A slight shrug, "Of course I know, but under a set of rules I cannot tell." So it wouldn't be from him the discovery would be made.

He was hoping he was here a lot sooner than he had be. Chara would've wanted it that way or maybe she'd rather neither of them came at all. It was hard to tell considering the way Frisk was still within them.

"Of course you can't. I should've known." Except he knew a few likely responsible and he really just wanted a worded confirmation. He was no match right now for any of the trashbags so he'd let the other handle it if he wished.

"Maybe you should follow the kid's blood trail," He wasn't going to leave until the sparkle goat showed up anyway, just to make sure he didn't get it in his head to try and bury the body either.

Or make sure the flower didn't drag them off before the other kid got there.

He hates how he didn't think of that first but he would've eventually. He remembers that blood that just soaked into the soil. How far had Chara dragged themselves? The little shit of a Frisk was always determined and Chara as equally determined.

"Maybe I will." He was going to. "I don't exactly want to be here when he gets here. He should've been watching them."

His head tipped, "I'll wait here for him, if you go ahead and follow the trail."

Someone needed to make sure no one buried the kid after all, and someone needed to clean Chara up. Death could do it, but he wasn't really sure what the reaction would be other way, other than the anger he already expected from the monster. "Someone has to tell him what happened. Somewhat."

He didn't want to trust a skeleton but honestly he didn't want to clean Chara up either. It would be a big hassle for him and he really wasn't suited for that kind of job.

Besides, he's not sure if Chara would enjoy their body being tended to by a flower when the other goat could likely do a better job was actual hands. Not that he couldn't manage if he really tried. "Right, right. You can't say. Gee, so helpful."

But he's retreating slowly as his vines are taking him backwards out of the room. He's just staring with a sarcastic look right out the door. It's only after a moment does he just simply leave... "I'll be back later."

"Trust that you will, Flowey. Trust that you will," he's watching you, you little yellow shit.

The nerve of soulless plants that were once monster kids. Still- Death simply stared down the flower the entire time, posture actually rather relaxed and simply waited for him to actually leave. Bone brow arched even, returning that look right back at him-

Then there was just waiting for the more colorful one that was a mess of souls.

It doesn't take long for Asriel to arrive. It's funny how finding a trail of blood will hasten your return to a house with groceries. He leaves for one minute to run an errand for his mother, and this happens? Really? He follows the trail to the door, and you can probably hear the yelling. This blood smells familiar. But he hasn't seen the body yet, didn't see the altercation, doesn't KNOW.

He knows this scent, however. It sounds weird to say you know the smell of the blood of a person you've seen die before, but there it is. Either one of the Frisks was hurt, or... Chara... no, no no no. Not good. There is a very loud shout--

"What the heck's going on?!"

There you go. There's the supposed mess of souls. And he is about five seconds from freaking out and searching the house, presuming you two got the kid's body up into their room.

Oh, they got it up to their room alright-

"Would you get up here already? I need to leave the kid in some sort of capable hands that won't drag them off into the garden," he's no leaving the room. Doesn't trust the flower a bit, not that he knows f the rainbow goat is much better.

At least the voice would give Asriel a sense of direction and pinpoint where it came from.

There is an awful churning in his gut and he practically pounds up the stairs once he hears that voice. He is rather UNHAPPY about it, too. Good lord. What he sees confirms his suspicions, and for a moment, he just hangs there, eyes widening with dismay. His breath hitches, and then he grits his teeth.

"Let me guess," he asks slowly. "You're someone they knew?"

He has to try to stay calm. But it's very hard when all he wants to do right now is raze an entire city until he finds the one responsible. The better question is, what state was the body in? He needs to get a better look. He wants to see if he can find a sign of who did it. The idea it may be his sibling's fault doesn't even cross his mind.

"I'm someone everyone knows," calmly, standing from where he had been. He gestured towards the body and, well, it was bad enough that someone had left the body to bleed out. It would be difficult to tell exactly what did it, mess the kid made of themselves dragging their now lifeless body back to the house.

What a mess, really. Even with all the kid had done, all he could feel was sympathy of a sorts.

Arms crossed, head tilted, "Chara will return in three days, their body needs to be tended to and cared for until then, Asriel.

"Think you can do that?"

... He's going to get closer, hope you don't mind, Death. He's... very upset by this. He can't even tell who to be upset AT. It could be anyone, really. Puncture wounds could literally be anything. Multiple stabbings. Magic. Who knows. He isn't... quite sure what to say, what to make of it. He feels he should answer, though, with more than a weak nod.

"... I... yeah."

It's not much of an answer, forgive him. It's just--even if Chara's coming back, it hurts. He feels like this is his fault, all over again. He's reminded of the stupid buttercups, all over again. He hated it then, he hates this now.

"... Is... is their soul--is it safe? I mean... I don't... I don't want..."

He isn't sure what could happen exactly, but he's still worried.

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There's a careful hand rested against Asriel's back, something strangely warm and calming from his touch alone. Easy to shrug off of course, Death wouldn't force comfort, simply have that offering there.

"It's safe, trust me on that one." Tucked away within himself safely in that locket, where it would remain until he could get somewhere to see what might need healing. Give time before sending it into the hands of Life for her on touch to it.

That was less draining on him. "Don't blame yourself, kid. You'll probably find out what happened when they come back," And he wondered if he'd have to collect a skeleton monster's soul then. That family gave him nothing but trouble. "I know they'll be in good hands with you, right?

"... Don't let that flower be alone with 'em."

... He puts a hand to his forehead. Flowey. Right. Argh. No... he... he shouldn't let Flowey be alone near Chara... and he probably will find out, but...

"That's if they tell me." Chara often refuses to tell them things, unless it's advantageous to him. He's not stupid. He knows often it's to use him for some purpose or another, but he... he would rather be of use to Chara and still have a sibling, than to have no one at all who understood him.

His mother loves him, but she could never understand. ... Still, the hand is... unexpected, but appreciated, even if he doesn't mention it. Kid's bad with mentioning or thanking people. It just gets awkward.

"... Either way, I... won't leave them alone. ... Kind of... don't want to, anyway, especially not with him around... I... know what he's like." How do you even say you WERE that, that you'd BE that, save the fact you... manipulated a ton of people into being dumb enough to give you their souls, practically? You don't. He swallows, but his throat feels really dry.

"... W-who are you, anyway?" He needs to ask. He needs a slight distraction.

"Hard to tell with them at times, isn't it?" Each word was spoken softly, an odd sort of warmth to his tone, a warmth that spoke more than the form he had did. Something far more to him than those bones and the suit.

Death could only watch most of the time, could interact but never interfere while someone was dying. Couldn't end it quicker, only reassure them it was coming soon.

That hand remained there as long as it was accepted-

"Death." Simply said, "It is what I am, I couldn't let them be left out on the porch, nor alone with the flower."

... Death. That's... not comforting. Something he'd hope to know, to stay as, then was dragged back from kicking and screaming into the awareness of as a flower with little feeling.

... Death, he repeats in his mind.

Great.

Asriel runs a hand through his his hair in between his horns, uncertain what to say, at first.

"I want to... I can't... I'll look after them, but I can't promise I won't beat the crap out of whoever did this. I mean. I'll try not to kill them," he adds. He'd never... in honesty, he never liked killing. In total honesty. But you become accustomed to that. Apathy and lack of feeling leads to strange changes. Some part of him, though, is still Flowey. He hates that part of him, tries to bury it, or tries to pretend it's all he is; either way... it's there. And he hates it.

Asriel Dreemurr. A serial murderer. The irony is palpable. The Delta Rune. A symbol of Death. That's all he's good for, isn't it. Killing. The kill-or-be-killed logic. ... Urgh. And yet, looking at Chara, and wanting to shake and scream and cry and hurt someone to feel better, to make the person who did it pay... it's all he has.

"They probably won't tell me. It'll just mean I have to... figure it out myself. And make sure whoever I find isn't innocent."

... He won't accidentally hurt someone innocent. He refuses to do that.

"... I'm sorry. For all the trouble we keep causing you." ... At least he means it.

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