#determined-magi

@determined-magi​ sent: ‘ [Determined-magi] [Agarwaenor] " So, you want to be a big shot? Hhm? I'd say thats a fool's goal, why not... a humble hermit? Away from the the treacheries of life and tales were you're spun around? " The mage questions, red eyes staring intently as his head tilts to the side. " Take if from one big, BIG shot, the role's not all that enticing, not all that pleasant. Better be a small projectile if you ask me, you don't get noticed, you get left alone to do as you will, after all, the less your choices matter, the more likely they'll leave you alone. " ‘

⇨   Now, those weren’t some words he wanted to hear... but they certainly got his attention, as his usually frantic and lively posture goes limp like someone put slack on his strings.  “ * A [ humble hermit ] ? ”   He grimaces through his grin, the best his forced on smile would allow.  “ * A HUMBLE..... [ hermit ] ? ”  He strains in repeat. Then suddenly, a laugh throws his head backwards as he laughs side to side, back and forth, even laughing his words. “ WOW HE’S RIGHT, IT’S JUST [ that simple ] ! I COULD JUST OPEN MY [ binterest ] AND STEP RIGHT INTO MY [ recommended for Cottagecore Aesthetic ] AND WATCH ALL MY PROBLEMS DISAPPEAR [ it JUST works ] !!! ”  His laughed ceases as abrupt as a single frame.  

“ * YOU [ don’t ] GET IT .  DO YOU?  THERE IS NO [ going back ].  THERE IS [ no data found ] SPAMTON THAT’S EVER GONNA BE A [ humble ] ANYTHING [ hermit ] AGAIN ! HE’S [ gone ] HE’S [ DEAD ] ! [ am-scray ] ! UNDERSTOOD?! ...THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS DEEP, DARK [ hole ] IS UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP [ crawl ] OUT OF [ HELL ]  AND RIGHT INTO [ heaven ] ARE YOU LISTENING? CAN YOU HEAR ME?? ”

He had one chance at this, One chance to convince him, It wasn’t like bargaining with frisk and he knew that. He knew this could lead to a arrow in his soul with nobody in his family knowing what happened to him, That he’d have accomplished nothing but he wouldn’t panic so after a moment and a sigh. He looks up to meet rhowen’s eyes with his only working eyelight.

“I stand before you as a friend Rhowën, Not as a judge, Just as you once did. Filled with curiosity and Innocent questions, So willing to bear your soul to my judgement to reassure me of your intentions, It might have been a long time ago...but, I get it. Maybe not being reborn but i get waking up each day wishing for everything to be over. Watching everyone i care about die around me because i remember each reset, Every single one, three months on a loop for years, Reliving a hell at the time i thought that only i knew.”

He still asks himself that, Even now, he’s sure some part of papyrus would be proud of him as he allows his soul to free itself from his chest, dark blue with the tiniest flecks of bright red though laced with soft cracks, Marring it’s otherwise perfect surface.

“Cause y’know what, Your right, My brother has been stabbed. He’s been stabbed, He’s been taken apart slowly, He’s been beheaded, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen him die before. Die before my eyes so many times that i think i’d be numb to it if it happened now. Because unlike the rest of monsterkind, The fuckin’ cowards we were. Stood before the human who i knew wouldn’t dare stop at him, Even if i told him what they’d done to him before. He still stood before them...and he offered mercy and sometimes it worked. Sometimes, I saw a glimmer of fuckin’ hope in a tried and true monster who’d in days before, Taken out the entire population of monsterkind.”

He gestures below, To where that unsuspecting family knows how much their life hung in the balance.

“But even more then that, Cause i ain’t proposing’ pure mercy either, What i’m sayin’. Is you’ve lost your way as a judge. You’ve forgotten your path, You told me this yourself, It’s as capable to bring order as it can bring chaos, That without a strong will. That the ones that don’t kill themselves often go mad, That some become extremists. In their ideals, In their solutions, That a lot retire early because of the risks...Your mentor was one of those cases, I remember that. Word for word as you’d told it to me like it was yesterday.”

A menu screen pops up and his hand immediately hovers over spare.

“You’ve forgotten what it is to be a judge Rhowën because what your planning to do? That’s not Justice, There is no justice in punishing the innocent, You punish the one who deserve it. What your proposing, What your talking about only has one word and it’s Slaughter. What you are proposing is the slaughter of innocent people who are likely none the wiser of a loved ones sins then a stranger you pass on the street...If...You looked in a mirror, Would you still see yourself? or would you just see the monster your becoming because you’ve lost your way. Please. please..see past the hate that blinds you, You can be better then this, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen the true you.”

(* this is a closed starter for @determined-magi *) Today was the day, after months of research and weeks upon weeks of construction, the two snowdin scientists finally finished their magnum opus, a machine that can open a portal to anywhere, from other timelines, alternate universes and even to the void itself! Gasriel: “how is the setup going Dr.G?” Asked the the human child, said kid seemed to be around 14 years old, was wearing a cyan lab coat, cyan pants, white shoes and a white t shield under his lab coat with a purple delta insignia imprinted on it. His hair was cyan and so was his eyes, though the ladder was a tone much brighter than the former. Gaster: “we are almost ready, my dear pupil. I’m making sure all the settings are in order, we will only have one chance before the soul needs to recharge”  The lanky and tall skeleton was wearing a white lab coat on top of a plain purple sweater, wearing a purple pants and shoes of different shades to match. His eyes were bright purple and were fixated on the screen of the machine. Said machine consisted of 2 parts, the generator and the ‘’claw’’. The generator consisted of a transparent dome around a green human soul, with a machine of sorts serving as the’’podium’’ under the dome. Said podium had a lot of wires coming out of it and connecting directly to the ‘’claw’’.

The claw was more or less what it sounded, a giant metal claw suspended in the air, said claw would rotate when activated, drawing determination, kindness and magic from the human soul, which when combined with the two scientists’s magic would open a portal under said claw to anywhere they wanted.

A few more minutes passed and the skeleton took a sigh of relief

Gaster:  “it’s finally done, we can start when you are ready kid” he said in a enthusiastic but cautious tone.

Gasriel : “finally! Let’s hope this thing doesn’t blow up” he spoke a bit snarky and went into position

Gaster:  “Now child, have some faith on this old bag of bones, i’m sure it will work” He ignored his snarkiness and got into position

Gaster “ready?”

Gasriel: ”Ready!” 

The skeleton then activated the activation sequence and placed his bony palms on metal area of the generator’s pedestal. This area had the imprint of a hand on it, Gasriel did the same at the other side of the pedestal.

The machine was powered on and activated, a bright green light came out from the claw as it spin at incredible speeds, forming a “gate” like portal at its center.

   They had first suspected the group’s presence after their death, when they felt their brother crumble to dust and their cracked soul languish in the abyss. Their countenances and armor varied, but the electric tang of magic that they still bore was unmistakable. It seemed that the original seven had the ability to linger just as much as they did. Yet, filled with wrath and grief, Chara paid them no mind, choosing instead to while away their afterlife on top of their grave in the Ruins. 

Their next encounter was after the barrier shattered. In the white space between their and Frisk’s battle and them clutching at their new physical body, they spied seven souls that didn’t belong to the children. Were they dismayed that their work was undone? they idly wondered. 

Their current meeting, however, takes place after an unwanted latent ability presented itself. Chara, the adopted Dreemurr prince, was a mage, a descendent of those who had sealed their family underground centuries ago. Despite their soul’s damaged state, they had come to display quite the magical talent; that didn’t mean that they had to like it, however. 

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// from the wall

    Today was on the slower side at the shop she’d worked at with her mother and the teenager found herself growing bored. She shifts uncomfortably in place, red eyes half lidded while a fuzzy paw held her head while she leaned on the table to the stand, her gaze occassionally drifting over to the many baked goods they had to offer. From home made pies to cookies and muffins made from scratch with healing magic infused.. There was a lot to offer to humans and monsters alike.

Her breath hitches up when there’s a sudden tap on the table, looking up to the human with a mixed expression of surprise, fear, and embarassment. She muses that her mother won’t be happy to find she was daydreaming on the job, but she offers a sheepish and bright smile nonetheless, paws moving to nervously tug at her ear as she speaks. 

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You're still coming out of it in a way. Your mind feels drowsy and your thoughts are a tangled knot of strings that feels like static in your hands when you try to grab it and untie them. Everything feels so fuzzy and you drift between a place that isn't quite alive and isn't quite dead. You've been sitting in the throne room for about an hour, not doing must but picking at weeds and scowling at the Golden petals that fill these halls. A few days ago you died. In the time following that, so did your brother. Your Father and Mother both have seemingly given up in their own ways and you're left here: desperately trying to get your mind to wander so that you don't have to deal with thinking about

This.

All of this.

Your somewhat solid hands pass through a flower you half-heartedly were trying to pick, making your scowl deepen for just a second.

But then there's a voice. It's one you don't recognize but can't help thinking it's pointed towards you. You aren't too used to this 'invisible' thing yet.

Your body tenses up and you freeze in place. Your look of distain is replaced with one or terror for the few seconds it takes you to force it back to something at least kinda neutral. You decide thats good enough for you to face whatever it is talking to you and you turn to start them down. All of the fake convince and calm drains from your face and you scream. It's the only thing you can think to do as you jerk to your feet and ran back a few steps.