#onelichtwolich

Barry Bluejeans is sitting on a couch, in a place he’s pretty sure is his own home. He knows his name: Barry Bluejeans. But he’s forgetting... something important.

Important. Important like a birthday, maybe? Is one of those today? Whose would it be? Who does he... know? Oh, gods, does he know anyone? He must know people, did he forget? Why doesn’t he know?

He’s staring into the middle distance, gripping the armrest and shaking. There’s a sound from nearby, someone passing by the living room--familiar, she’s familiar. What’s her name? What are names people have? Barry Bluejeans. That’s not her name.

He should ask--he needs to ask, maybe if he asks for her name then he’ll remember the rest of... of everything stubbornly hiding in the corners of his mind. He needs to know her. He--he needs--how do you ask--?

Kay’s at home when she gets the message, and she barely dignifies Link and Shadow with a ‘bye’ before she’s racing out the door. None of her spells help her move faster, so she shoots off a quick text as she runs back toward the city.

From: Kay To: Miss Lup

[txt]: i’m okay, how are you??? [txt]: is mr barry w you [txt]: can i come over?

She doesn’t stop to wait for a response, figuring she has to at least see Lup in person. Lup’s door isn’t closed, but Kay still hesitates in the doorway, poking her head into the room.

Rung’s enjoying running Iron Rose so far-- it’s been lovely to chat with Hornet as they make new arrangements and figure out the whole how to grow flowers thing, but it’s also been quite the change to have a new job that doesn’t include getting to see Barry at the front desk every shift.

Rung hasn’t actually been seeing Barry any less often than before, but it feels like it sometimes. ...enough to warrant a spontaneous and surprise visit one day after leaving the shop, a few marigolds clutched gently in one hand and a newly half-built model Lost Light in the other.

(It had been a slow day.)

Taako’s out front when he arrives-- or at least he assumes it’s Taako before he gets a little closer and notices enough subtle differences in this person’s hair and appearance to be unsure of himself. Tucking the model away under his chest, Rung gives a little wave, a bright smile, and a friendly “hello!”

If this is Taako, Rung’s sure he’ll realize it soon enough. If not...

The mech straightens up, brushing off his biolights just in case he happened to pick up any loose dirt at the store. If this isn’t Taako, then this must be his first meeting with Lup, and he couldn’t bear to make a poor first impression.

Even if that impression is rather brief, because if the elf is out here, then--

This can’t be real, can it?

The last time Lucretia saw Lup, it was for the first time in years, and she was a lich.

But now, in some cruel twist of fate, she’s standing right in front of her, alive and well. At first she thought it could be Taako, until she got closer. That smile, that voice... it’s unmistakable.

“Lup, thank goodness you’re OK, but how are you...? How did we...? What happened?” She can barely get through one coherent question before another tumbles out, and she ends up putting her hands on Lup’s shoulders, trying and failing to hold back tears.

He’s come to terms with the fact that he’s been kidnapped from his world. He’d always suspected there were more dimensions than the ones they were aware of, and the fact that there are more powerful beings that can affect his reality on a whim? Terrifying, but easy enough to accept as true.

The gaping pit he had woken up in front of? The lack of ambient mana? The strange carts that seem like magitech that rush past so fast it ruffles his hair and cape? That’s a little harder to grasp, for some reason.

He should probably get out of here. So he does that. His wings unfurl, and he flies away from that wretched abyss that seems to pull him in the longer he stares at it.

People of all sorts appear to be waking up and spreading out from the pit. They must be in similar situations, he thinks -- he’s still not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but nobody seems to notice a half-elf in broad daylight, even one with wings. That gives him some room to figure out what to do next.

This isn’t the first time he’s ended up in uncharted territory with no allies. He’ll make it out of this okay. Though... he’ll admit, getting some allies might help. 

He lands carefully on a patch of grass, then looks around -- ah. Maybe helping someone else out should come first. 

He spots the girl’s ears first -- an elf, then -- and then the bruises. She looks... angry? Scared? 

He furrows his brow. Elf or not, he doesn’t like seeing kids in states like that. He glances around, but nobody else is either close enough to see her or paying her much attention. With a sigh, he tucks his hair behind his ear and approaches with a wave to catch her eye.

Oh!! Well, hey! Itty’s barely seen anyone near their age in this city, but this person looks to fit the bill! They seem close to a human, although Itty has learned not to assume quite so easily.

It takes a bit of effort to get noticed, but they’re determined. Once it seems like the other kid has stopped for a minute, Itty climbs up the side of a wall. They wave their jingling key ring from a gap between the bricks.

Lup is an incredible fighter, and one that Undyne is honored to be alongside. They’ve had their share of disagreements, with Lup’s... aversion to this place, and Undyne initially wasn’t sure whether they’d be on the same side. But they are, and Lup’s good at this stuff. They haven’t reached the light lifts yet, but they’re making their way through the monsters to get to one.

“On your right!” Undyne’s sending spears raining down in bursts. The largest of these dark entities--the Hunger, Lup called them?--is held in place intermittently by its SOUL, making it easier for them both to hit, but the rest of the swarm is still coming at them.

@onelichtwolich​ said: “I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.” ;3

Flirting (+ Responses) Starters

“Oh, do you like the dress? It’s new-- I was planning on hitting up one of those high-end parties in Fibonacci later tonight.” Not as an invited guest, obviously, but it’s not too hard to sneak in if you know what you’re doing.