#v|post war|

" ... "

" Well ... "

" The guy is a scientist, not a bad one too, may I add... "

" ... "

" And... I really want to uphold some sort of relationship besides them that... doesn't fuck up, you know? It is a dumb idea, after several failures but... I really want to have more friends, in an honest way... I never really had much of a good relationship with people, I still generally don't for... well... my antics... Even if only for a while. " The man sighed, shaking his head. " And... he's the first Judge I've had besides my mentor that... has been a decent person with me... most... most judges wanted me dead, to be honest, human ones, that is... never met the monster one before the war... probably would have hated me guts... like most people did... or treated me with some prejudice from... well being who I'd become in the war, if... monsters can also see realities foward unto the future and potential futures, or feel them in a way... probably that is for the best. "

" I... I'd be damned if I didn't wish to pass my own human experience from it as well, you know? I haven't felt any Judges in a very... very long while, and with how magic became mostly tales? I wouldn't put it above being among the last ones... or... or the last one myself... at least for a long while until... magic does what magic will... I... I don't want what I learned to be forgotten... knowledge that is lost... is a tragic loss to have. I wish I had known things I learned over the centuries when I was young... things I can hardly do anymore with how my magic is... I don't want those things to be lost. "

" Is... is it foolish? Risky? Yes... but we have tried going on the safe for centuries and nothing so far has been... working, perhaps a different perspective to the issue will help? Perhaps we can... figure out something together from a mixture of both monsterkind's and humanity's knowledge... or at least make it... more bearable... living like this is hardly living at all really. "

" As for getting caught... well... We'll make sure that doesn't happen, and if it... does... we'll... depending on how things go... we'll do whatever may be necessary then... "

" But... we have to stay on positive things, right? I mean... talking with the king about this might... not be easy, but it can't be bad, right? We are doing him a favor as well by... getting a few souls for them as well just in case humans decide to be shitheads again.... he can't be that shitty of a person and just... out of spite get our hides in the open... I mean... he's got reasons to be mad, but... this would be a good thing that could ensure his well being as well, right? "

" He'd be getting rid of a potential threat and ensuring means and tools for the thriving of his people through Sans... that would be a deal only a fool would spit in the face... "

" Can't go wrong like that, right? "

" Oh the sweet bliss of not knowing her anger.... "

" Listen... listen, my guy.... my partner. You don't know the blows she can punch. Ever punched a boulder? No? She can... ever crashed against a car? similar experience, if the car was a truck with the kinetic force of a bullet train.... "

“ You know you have some problems when a good amount of the Level of Violvence you get in the war... is from skeletons... “

“  Just... lots of execution points... come from skeleton monster types... “

“ Alright, everyone, gather round, how about some warm-ups for the archery competition?! “

he likes fairs...

It is one of very few places where he can be himself, for once, and not arise much suspicion for most whenever he lets his modern persona slip. And one of few places where he can seem to do things without weirding people out. Fairs, after all, had also place for getting a little... more into the fantasy genre, or... well... how things used to be in his times. Play a few tricks, do a few challenges swiftly... the usual activities he used to enjoy in festivals long ago... whenever he had the time then for such, that is... Fairs made home... well... feel like home, the home he knew.

Although he had retired from their competitions a while ago, he still enjoyed participating of the communities that organized them, even going sometimes as to play a few challenges here and there, encourage a few new faces every once in a while to take up archery.

Which brings him to now.

He had finally caved down this year, thanks to some enthusiastic children and teens, into upholding a friendly challenging competition outside the official ones by their repeated endearing displays and chats with him. Specially the younger monster kids, who seemed quite eager to participate, if not challenge his scores believing magic could defeat his innate skills. How could he refuse? He was no teacher, by any means, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to share his knowledge about his favorite activity with others, specially when they were so eager to learn too! Just look at those faces! And hey, look at that! seems even adult monsters are joining in.

“ Alright, if everyone scores perfectly, I’ll straight up open an archery school, if everyone scores high numbers, I’ll try out some public lessons. Everyone who scores up perfectly or very high gets to learn my secret archery field hideout to try it out. sounds fair... hmm... you!, hey you! “

Is he pointing at a tall looking skeleton? Yep, yes he is, he’s been watching the fella around the fair and he’s seen he’s pretty got at most if not all games on the fair, which by all accounts is impressive. and its really inching him into challenging the guy, might or might not be a good idea, but honestly right now he’s caught up on the idea and vibes of the public so... why the hell not?

Ah... it was that time of the year again.

The former king takes a stroll among a few flower stands, hands gently going across the petals of many flowers as he observes cautiosly for them. offering more money for individual flowers rather than entire bunches. Often bidding the vendors a good day as he hums an old tune. Then he heads to his destination.

This time, however, it wasn’t their private graveyard to old lovers and friends they had gotten to know over the centuries, no. This time is was somewhere else, as usual in this date. No the ones he visited were not people he knew, but... perhaps he would have wished he did. As green eyes look calmly for the memorial for young souls, prey of old mistakes of his.

This time, however, the flowers were for the children of the king and queen.

He honestly didn’t knew it, not until the monsters had been out for a while, even though he kept careful watch in case their return had been... under less pleasant motives. No... he learned about them once he learned of how things truly went. And as angry as he felt of the development, centuries of punishment were enough to wisen the now disgraced royal, and he could not stay angry for long. Sore? Perhaps, but not angry. After all, they most likely did due to the need to right his wrongs, did they? The first human to fall... he had seen their life from the background, a few times... such a troubled mind that one. Not a night was spent without thinking of what he could have done differently, only to be reminded of what had happened once the  young prince emerged with their body... only to be fatally wounded. They deserved better from him... all of them did, truly, even if a part of him said otherwise, just like all those years ago.

He didn’t account, this time, however. To come across the figure he did. As eyes widen with surprise to monster before him, flickering with a green light as his grip grows tense on the flowers. For before him was no more nor less than Asgore, a face he hadn’t met directly in many, many years, and a man he had wronged so thoroughly. From slaughtering his kin, to destroying his kingdom, and taking his family away and forcing him to commit acts against life. His mouth couldn’t help but open instinctively.

“ Hey thereee, hot stuff~. “

Is there a certain red mage leaning over the table as he eyes a bartender, yep, yes he is, he’s wearing some casual grey suit with a loose tie. and has some sunglasses on.

“ Is it normal to be this brightly candent? Because my god, your light is really bright and its getting through to me, is it me or it’s getting really hot in here?. “ The man says as he adjusts his glasses, brown contacts hiding the bright red of his irises. Can’t be going around with red eyes screaming what he is, can he? Rho might, and play it off as being one of those cosplayer persons or guys that like colored contact lenses, but he’d rather not risk it. “ Nah! just joking there, You look sexy, but I heard you’re not kinda available. Anyways, got anything strong, fire guy? I’ve heard you monsters can brew some very good things, and I’ve been itching to taste some of your renown cuisine. “

“ Not out of morbid enjoyment, initially, but... I didn’t want their lives to be forgotten, to be honest. I wanted at least for someone to hold memories of them so they could... live on some other way. Their loved ones would follow soon by mine or by despair claiming them... so... “

“ ...Heh... didn’t get too far. “

“ I lost track about two thirds of the war, then forgot anyways, and just... eventually continued on, like they didn’t matter, like they were just cattle at best, luckly a number, and nothing at worst... “