#ruinsache

"perhaps they are thinking of swear words--maybe like 'fuck'?"

Tori was ballsy enough to finally tell Asgore.

...plus, the fact that the grey guy was talking about, SPECIFICALLY, his “sausage and eggs,” was completely avoided.

SAFE! ...for now.

Questioning minds || Accepting!

"A person who has done everything she can for her people while staying true to her principles. But--please, your grace. I implore you to reconsider."

It feels presumptuous, to speak to her in such a way. As the Royal Scientist, it is his among his duties to give counsel to the crown when it is so required. But advising on matters related to the distribution of resources towards the Core's development and maintenance is a much different thing than giving his opinion in matters such as this.

There is nothing to quantify. No hypothesis to be tested, no solution to be found.

Everything about this was incurably, hopelessly terrible.

"None of us asked for this war. Or this exile. And you certainly did not ask for... what became of your children." It feels blunt, unkind, despite the attempt at tactful hesitance in bringing up that recent tragedy. "I do not... agree with His Majesty's decision either. And I am working to find an alternate solution, I-I just need time. And the Underground needs you."

"Course Tori, after all I can't just leaf you hanging, besides how can I possibly miss out on new puns to torment my brother with. The last ones of yours practically had him hooting in frustration."

It only takes a second before he's matching her smile with his own boney grin, quirking a brow bone in return, finally flipping himself right side up even if quite lazily. Adjusting his cloak ends slightly as he did so, can't be exposing his ankles after all. How scandalous!

@ruinsache

       NEO  cranes  it’s  head,  at  the  very  least  PRETENDING  to  listen  to  the...COW?  SHEEP?  CLOUD?  His  elongated  body  creaks,  parts  CLACKING  against  each  other  as  he  kneels,  FACE  TO  FACE.  

                          “[[but  wait]]  I  TURNED  OUT  [[BETTER  THAN  EVER]]!”  He  beams,  eyes  flashing  gold.  “[stranger  danger]  OR  NOT,  YOU  SEEM  LIKE  A  POTENTIAL  [100000000th  customer]!  HEAHAHAHEAHA!”

“oh, now?” an ice cold glance was given towards asgore. there seemed to be a retort building up, but toriel let out a sigh instead, deciding to drop it. her cold regard softened somewhat, but her posture was still considerably stiff around the other boss monster.

“let’s just let our actions speak for us both, yes? in the here and now.”

Expectantly, Asgore stared at his w- Toriel as she drew a breath, only to release it without a word. Asgore’s guts tightened in anticipation, but quickly loosened when Toriel’s expression softened and even more at her words.

The wild shrieking of the Wind melded seamlessly with the raucous laughter of unadulterated joy as Jack Frost was spun round and round within her protective hold. Snowflakes softly began to fall to the earth below, blanketing the ground in gentle white that would bring much snowballs and fun times among the children of Burgess. Jack let out another whoop as the Wind tossed him onto different levels of higher heights then just as quickly dropped him into lower currents, but never once did he feel fear that she would drop him. In three hundred years of their odd friendship, Jack trusted the Wind and Wind would never hurt him on purpose, so he enjoyed the crazy ride as he shepherded in Winter on the small town, dusting windows with delicate patterns of frost while the snow sailed cotton like from the heavens.

As much as Jack loved Burgess, though he was uncertain as to why, he didn’t stay long and the Wind was unwilling to remain in the human settlement for long; she took her favorite child away from that place where inevitably one of the human children he would attempt to play with would walk through him, sending him right into one of his melancholic moods - and Wind was not in the mood to deal with such a mood! She wished to play and toss and throw and soar through the sky unhindered with her beloved Winter Spirit! Jack was therefore swept away from the city by Wind, his duty completed as the seasons changed and Fall became Winter, and carried towards the nearby mountains overlooking Burgess.

Jack didn’t like these mountains and there were many folktales spread throughout Burgess and neighboring towns concerning children who climbed the mountains only to disappear and never be seen again by their loved ones; mere stories meant to keep the children from wandering off and getting lost or hurt, no doubt, but either way something always felt off about those mountains. Mount Ebott in particular had always made Jack uncomfortable and give it a wide berth on his travels. The aura of the area felt foreboding and heavy and inspired a sense of dread whenever he got within its boundaries and normally the young spirit would avoid the mountain like the plague - but Wind ignored his attempts to change her course, enjoying her play too much to notice his reluctance and growing anxiety the closer they grew to the peak of Ebott.

When they eventually hit the summit, Jack’s heart was pounding hard and fast underneath the cage of bones that protected it. An inexplicable fear having formed. “Wind...Wind! I don’t think this is a good idea-!”

Wind paused suddenly, confused on why her beloved playmate would want to stop playing and in that second of confusion, she dropped him. There was a surprised shout from Jack as he fell but he wasn’t worried… until he saw what appeared to be like a gaping maw gashed into the mountain as if to swallow him whole grow larger and larger the closer he got. Then he panicked.

Already he heard the Wind race to catch him but it was too late… As Jack passed into the mountain, Wind hit a barrier she could not pass. She screamed her fury at being stopped from catching her Jack, and wailed her terror at losing him; the gentle snowfall in Burgess kicked up into a furious blizzard without warning, frightening the citizens into their homes for safety and sending a shockwave of unintended power to a certain king of the shadows that drank it all in with glee. Wind wailed, pressing against the mountain and seeking out every nook and cranny she could squeeze into - but something ancient and powerful pushed her away; defeated, she settled on Ebott, still wailing and searching for her child...

Jack winced as he came to, his head throbbing and his body aching but surprisingly he was mostly unharmed. Briefly, he wondered how long he had been unconscious for. Sitting up, he blinked in surprise as he found himself in a thick bed of golden colored flowers. Brushing his fingers over the petals, he hummed fondly at their soft petals and beauty but jerked away when frost started to creep over them; the thought of killing these plants even on accident had him feeling as if he were committing some sort of blasphemy. Luckily, the harsh action had his hand skirt off into a different patch of ground and hidden underneath the sunny blooms, Jack felt the rough, cool wood of his staff.

Plucking it up with a wordless noise of surprised joy, the eternal teenager jumped to his feet and examined the crook with a careful eye. He relaxed when he found the ancient wood as it had been for three hundred years and turned his attention to now examine the massive cavern he found himself in. Then he turned his gaze upwards. Far, far above he could see the hole in which he had fallen through and was again shocked at how he was not hurt beyond some aches and pains for how far he had fallen. Shrugging and not questioning the good fortune, the boy called out to his longtime companion so he could return to the sky:

“Wind! Hey, Wind! I’m down here!!”

He waited but there was no fond breeze sweeping over him and lifting him off his feet, no whirlwind of excitement blowing him over, nothing… Jack swallows with growing trepidation and tries again, and again but the Wind does not come to his call. Trembling, though not from the cold, he looks around at his surroundings (were those columns?) and eventually spies an archway that leads deeper into the mountain.

Chara digs in with their trowel, carefully depositing a few seeds before re-covering the hole. Gardening made for distracting work, and the Ruins had always been rather barren. It made for a good diversion from their thoughts- more specifically, from what today was. Their ‘birthday-’ or, at least, they day they had celebrated as their birthday. The very same day they had first fallen into the Underground, oh-so-long ago.