Open RP post, yo.

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(For either fabulae_victoriana shenanigans, as to avoid clogging up the comm. Or general RP with others. And I guess any of my dumb solo writing stuff to explain things in F_V that may happen to Chara-Frisk when the kid is on their own.

Or something, I'm awful at these.)

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[uglytruth]

"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."

[unblooming]

... 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.

[uglytruth]

"At least you're not charging out to slaughter randomly like someone else did when they found their sibling dead without thinking about it," the numbers weren't rising as they had with a particular Sans. "That's all I can ask of you, in your search for whoever did it.

"Balance is difficult to maintain as it is." More so when he couldn't track those who just popped up in this place as he could the Nusquamton natives. These monsters were something else, and Rainbow Goat right here was a headache in and of himself just by... well.

That couldn't be an easy existence at all.

Asriel's shoulder as given as squeeze, just another comforting sort of gesture, "Can honestly say I haven't had to collect someone from other worlds as often as I have been lately." There was no blame, just some acceptance of it all. What else could he do?

"You're a good kid, Asriel." There was sincerity there in his voice, finally taking a step back. "You'll be able to believe that again one day.

"I mean it, keep an eye on the flower. The worst thing that can happen is Chara waking up underground. It's happened to someone before."