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#Post#: 2595--------------------------------------------------
Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Sans Date: September 10, 2017, 1:00 am
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[sub]In Character Date: 13th November UUY 1[/sub]
[hr]
During the late hours of the morning a certain short skeleton
was already up and about; carrying a bag filled with envelopes
with a gleeful smile stretched across his face. He was vanishing
and reappearing just as suddenly in different parts of the
Underground, placing said envelopes anywhere he thought someone
would notice them. Of course, visiting his friends first before
leaving the contents of the envelopes scattered all around. If
one were to open an envelope they would find a Letter, a page
with an singular actual letter of the alphabet to go with the
first Letter and an address.
[center][font=comic sans ms]
Heya,
So. I'm kinda having a party tonight. Figured we could use a
good time.
I hired out a hall in Waterfall with a band, bar, karaoke and
all that kind of fun stuff.
If you're not busy you should drop by and bring some friends.
It'll be fun.
Feel free to bring food, booze or whatever else you think would
be something everyone can enjoy.
Hope to see you there.
-Sans. [/font][/center]
[hr]
Later that night Sans was just finishing up getting the hall
ready for the party. The bar was ready with one bar attendant
not of the fire elemental ethnicity gingerly polishing the wine
glasses, a small group of monsters cleaning up the last
minute-made-mess. It was rare to see the skeleton so energetic
and moving about more than usual - then again he was probably
just motivated to have some fun.
Last thing left for him to do was to hang up the last of the
blue wall decorations; just to brighten up the place.His smile
strained for a few seconds in thought as he tried to figure out
how to reach the high ceiling. Even with the ladder on site, he
couldn't reach that high. Then after a few seconds of mulling it
over the Sentry made a dismissive, [font=comic sans
ms]"Eh."[/font] before opting to summoning a handful of bones
and crudely skewering them to the walls above.
[font=comic sans ms]"Nailed it."[/font] he muttered to himself
with a chuckle.
#Post#: 2596--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Toriel Date: September 10, 2017, 2:01 am
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"[font=courier]Sans?[/font]" Would come a soft, caring voice
from behind the small skeleton. Over by the entrance to the
hall, stood Toriel, she wasn't in her casual get-up either. Her
time with Sans beforehand was gaining her some more confidence,
and although she knew it would not just be herself and Sans
here, she thought maybe she could wear something, a little more
'fancy' for such an occasion. Sans had put all this effort into
making the party happen after all, a little effort back is
always nice!
"[font=courier]I um.. I brought some things with me too- This is
all very impressive Sans~[/font]" She would hold out her arms,
showing that she had indeed, brought something, that something
being some butterscotch cinnamon pies, as well as a third pie
that looked a bit... slimy? Where those snails?
It was such a wonderful thing of Sans to do, to organize such an
occasion and invite everybody, "[font=courier]I can see you've
put a lot of effort into all this, it's wonderful~![/font]"
#Post#: 2597--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Geneva Bee Date: September 10, 2017, 2:05 am
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The mysterious hooded figure stared down at the envelope on the
ground not far from her home. She carefully surveyed the area
before slithering so she could lean down to pick it up. "Vhat?"
She shook her head trying to shake off the accent on her W's.
"Why is this here? Was I found by someone else?" Her fingers
began to tremble now that she was frightened. Her golden eyes
scanned her surrounding area carefully once more before she
turned tail and slithered back to her home. Once she had entered
the silence took over almost immediately. From within the
outside world was mute. The serpent placed the envelope on the
nightstand near her bed, a massive thing to accommodate her size
and length. She nearly plopped down on the said piece of
furniture but caught herself last minute with her upper tail
muscles to go for a gentle landing, the rest of her tail soon
followed, creating a half ring around her left side. She pulled
the envelope from the nightstand with the tip of her tail and it
soon retracted to slide up in front of her so she could grab it.
Golden eyes fell on the name carved in wood above her bed.
-Geneva-. It brought a small smile to her face along with a warm
feeling in her very soul. It was enough to calm her into reading
the contents of the envelope. "A party? I've never been to
something like this before...." She let the paper fall to the
other side of her tail while she turned on her back. A party
meant lots of people or enough to consider that it could end up
bad. Geneva shuddered at the thought of attending such a thing.
Her tail was so big and the woman didn't want to be a bother to
anyone; nor did she want to take up too much space. Geneva
turned onto her side staring blankly at the small stand next to
the book shelf across from her bed. There were a few moments of
silence but just as she was about to turn her back on the book
case she sprung up almost hitting her head on the ceiling.
"T-That's it!"
Her upper body slid over to the shelf of books. There were many
different colored books on the large book case. There were ones
with hard covers, gold lined pages, mini graphic novels too. She
pulled out a big black book from the middle, a book of spells
passed down to her from her mother who was gifted it from her
mother and so on and so forth. "I-I know it's not my thing a-and
anything can happen which may not be good but...I want to get
out again. Just one more time! So-" Her fingers delicately
pulled open the worn, hard cover book, pictures and words filled
every page. Some were not in a language she fluidly understood
or could say she'd ever seen before either but what she did know
was good enough for now.
"Let's try the normal upright body." Geneva turned page after
page until she landed on the page she wished to stop on. Her
finger tip traced the under side of the words she was to recite.
"
[shadow=red,left]κέντρο
μετασχηματ_
3;σμού?[/shadow]
What does that- EEK!!" Geneva screamed as sparks of purple and
gray flew from the book and not too soon after colors of pink,
blue and lavender slid out from the recited words on the page.
They traveled throughout her home like wisps of forgotten souls
before they slammed right into her stomach, forcing her onto her
back, though it felt like a punch to the gut it didn't really
hurt in the way she thought it would. The silver haired woman
groaned as she got up from the ground only for her tail to
collapse on her and cause her to fall again. "What is going o-
I-IT WORKED!" In place of her tail were two legs the same shade
of purple as her skin. Fortunately for her she did not suffer
from any deformities. The legs were well rounded even though she
recited it out loud on accident.
"This may not last long so I should get goi-NNNG!" When she had
gone to move forward her legs failed her and reintroduced her to
the ground. She lightly tapped the ground in mild frustration.
"I knew something would go wrong...."
....
Geneva managed to make her way out of her home with some apple
pies and into the main part of Waterfall, she wore her hooded
cloak so she wouldn't catch anyone's attention. Even though she
had made this decision, being confronted by people was a little
scary. Just as she had made it to the door the sound of
something slamming or maybe breaking something immediately had
her moving back several inches before she fell onto her back.
Controlling legs was extremely difficult.
#Post#: 2598--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: guest96 Date: September 10, 2017, 3:01 am
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After his all out training session with Undyne the prior day,
the lanky skeleton had simply come home and collapsed on the
couch in his casual clothes, barely having had the energy to
remove his boots at the door. His socked feet dangled over the
far end of the sofa, one arm hanging off the side of the
furniture to drag the floor, the other curled over his softly
rising and falling chest as he slept like the literal dead.
Papyrus finally stirred sometime in late morning, after Sans had
left on his merry errand. Skeletal hand scraped lightly over his
face while he sucked in a deep breath, bones rattling with a
prolonged stretch as both arms lifted, the position cutely
awkward from his splay on the furniture. He flopped back down in
the aftermath of that stretch as eye sockets finally opened to
stare at the ceiling, his hand coming down to find a blanket had
been laid over him, a soft lavender of affection coloring the
glow in his eyes as he knew who had done that small but
thoughtful favor.
Phalanges brushed over the fuzzy fabric for a moment of lazy
contemplation before encountering the surprising texture of
paper over his midsection. Curiosity prompted the monster to
pick up this item and raise it for further inspection. It turned
out to be an envelope with his name scrawled out across it in
Sans’ unmistakable handwriting, prompting a raised brow-bone
from the younger sibling. There was at the back of his mind the
faintest tinge of worry for the letter’s contents as he pushed
himself upright on the couch finally, his turtleneck from the
day before a wrinkled wreck, his jacket slightly worse for wear
as well, though his jeans seemed indifferent to the overnight
snoozing. These were background concerns for Papyrus as he
carefully opened the message, the folded paper inside tugged out
and looked over carefully before he finally read the message
proper.
Reading the letter washed away the mild concerns that the
skeleton had felt after yesterday’s conversation with Undyne and
replaced them with a feeling of excitement and purpose. Bring
food? Why, of course he would! Nobody would do without the great
culinary masterpieces made by the Great Papyrus!
The letter was set on the coffee table even as he tossed off the
blanket over his lap, suddenly springing to his feet with a
purpose as he bolted up the stairs to shower and change into
some fresh but suitable for cooking clothing. It wasn’t long
before he was back downstairs and filling the kitchen with a
flurry of industry as pots, pans, and various other cooking
accoutrements came out of their neatly stored places, the dining
table utterly taken over along with the kitchen counters as
Papyrus put forth his best and most dedicated effort.
The hours of the day waxed onward as the skeleton made two large
batches of his spaghetti sauce -- one regular, and one new one
that looked slightly blue with the addition of softly glowing
mushrooms in it -- along with an enormous batch of spaghetti
noodles to serve them over. Several quiches with a variety of
add-ins were also baked, some with only veggies in them, and
others with various types of savory meats as well, to cater to
the plethora of monsters he anticipated showing up to Sans’
shindig.
The lazybones was somehow very popular, after all.
In between all this the skeleton managed to find time to tidy up
the living room on the off chance any of those guests ended up
accompanying Sans home, but soon enough the sky outside was
starting to go pink with simulated sunset as Papyrus finished
packing his gastronomic offerings in large glass containers for
transport. A subtle heating spell was wrapped around them to
keep the food warm with a telling amber glow, the remaining
dishes washed and left to dry in the rack as the guard trainee
vaulted back up the stairs to properly attire himself now that
the cooking was done.
Given the specialness of the occasion, the aspiring guardsman
opted to make a good impression, pulling out a pair of tailored
black dress slacks, a matching long sleeve shirt, and a black
and red cavalier vest
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to wear. A
smooth leather belt, black socks, and polished dress shoes
completed the ensemble, a final adjustment given as he inspected
himself in the floor length mirror just inside his closet door.
“[font=papyrus]Time to knock them dead, Pap.[/font]”
Feeling suitably pep talked, Papyrus descended the stairs and
gathered up his menagerie of meals with a careful blending of
blue magic and floating bones, leaving his hands free to gather
up the invitation to tuck into his pants pockets and secure the
door once all those items followed him out of the house like a
pack of puppies. It was a bit of a trek to the address
mentioned, but he was a skeleton on a mission, so he headed out
with a bounce in his step, that strange assortment of foodstuffs
floating in his wake.
[hr]
Despite his long day of party preparation and the accompanying
walk, Papyrus made it to the event shortly after Toriel did,
those dishes arrayed around him in a loose arc that was
reminiscent of how he might have splayed his bones for an
attack. “[font=papyrus]Sans![/font]” he cried with delight and a
wave as he spied his brother across the way, steps quickening to
carry him the remaining distance with his entourage in tow.
“[font=papyrus]I brought food to share![/font]” His beam was
proud at this fact, clearly eager to share his cooking with the
partygoers.
The skeleton took notice of the former queen a few moments of
blissful ignorance later, gasping softly with surprised delight.
“[font=papyrus]Tori! You got invited too?[/font]” Hands clapped
together as his grin somehow got bigger. “[font=papyrus]That’s
marvelous! I’m sure we’ll have so much to talk about.[/font]” He
glanced down to the pies she was holding, curious to try them
after all he’d heard about them so far. “[font=papyrus]Those
look tasty. You’ll have to try my spaghetti and tell me what you
think![/font]”
He finally cast his glance about the room in general, looking
for a suitable place for them both to set down their victuals
for dishing out and consumption. “[font=papyrus]Sans, where are
we supposed to put these anyway?[/font]”
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Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Hiss Date: September 10, 2017, 3:38 am
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Hiss was slithering around waterfall as he let out a light sigh.
He's always been rather...lonely. He usually tended to turn
invisible whenever someone was nearby, as his anxiety made
meeting others rather awkward for him. He kept looking at the
glistening water to the side of him and felt the cold smooth
earth under his tail as he kept slithering forwards. However, he
noticed something. It appeared to be a letter of some sort. He
flexed the end of his tail in a way to try and open the letter.
Whilst he didn't have any hands, his tail was flexible enough to
work as a viable alternative. He read through what the letter
had to say.
After he read the letter, his eyes showed quite a bit of
interest. He usually wouldn't show up for these types of events,
as he got nervous around people. However...he wanted to visit.
He didn't know what it was about it, but he felt this feeling
inside of him that made him want to come and visit this party.
He didn't have anything else to do today, so why not? It seemed
to be close as well, only just around the corner. He didn't
really want to bother too much on suiting himself up, it would
likely just build his anxiety. He figured he could just come and
visit right here and now.
---
Hiss slowly slithered inside, his absurdly long body trailed
behind him. He felt patches of his body turn semi-transparent,
which was a sign that showed how uneasily nervous he was. He
didn't know whether or not he should speak up and talk to
someone, or if he should just stay quiet in the background. It
didn't occur to him how easy it could be for someone to trip on
his extremely long body.
#Post#: 2600--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Undyne Date: September 10, 2017, 4:16 am
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Sans looked positively delighted to see the arrival of Toriel
and Papyrus; his lights shining at the sight of the both of
them. He stepped forward to help take the pies from Toriel so
she didn't need to carry them any longer; it was then, after
seeing how nice they looked, the shorter skeleton was suddenly
feeling severely under-dressed in his usual garb.
[font=comic sans ms]"Heh. Wow guys you both look great. Thanks
for coming. It would never be a party without you both."[/font]
he commented with that ever lasting grin. It was then he had
come to a sudden realization, [font=comic sans ms]"Oh hey.
That's right. You two haven't officially met, haven't you?
Toriel this is my bro, Papyrus. Pap, as you know,
Toriel."[/font]
The Sentry then casually shrugged as he accepted Toriel's
compliments, [font=comic sans ms]"Cheers Tori. Thought it would
be fun for a change. Thanks for the pies too. I better grab a
slice before they all disappear."[/font] he replied with a wink.
Sans then looked around the hall at his brother's question,
[font=comic sans ms]"Uhhh, I think they just finished setting up
the table. Over there is good."[/font] he confirmed, pointing to
the long table with blue table cloths a short distance away.
----
"THERE YOU ARE! NGAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" an unmistakably familiar voice
boomed and then suddenly a blue figure leapt through the door
and tackled Papyrus, trapping him in a headlock and giving the
lanky skeleton a hearty noogie. Shortly afterwards she released
him with a chuckle before adding, "Not surprised to see you
brought the good ol' classic! Can't wait to try some later!"
The fish warrior was wearing a simple black cocktail dress which
reached her knees and a pair of black flats; each one decorated
with a single black bow and a fishing hook at the centre. She
then turned to Toriel, Sans and the passing-by-Hiss and waved an
enthusiastic, friendly greeting.
"So, Sans, the boys and I brought a little entertainment with
us." she grinned.
Considering how extreme Undyne tends to be, Sans couldn't help
but feel a little worried, [font=comic sans ms]"Oh yeah? What's
that?"[/font]
As if right on cue, the large roller door at the back of the
hall clattered with a slight bang as the wheels rolling up the
door turned and half a dozen Greater and Lesser dogs marched in
carrying a shiny, brand new Grand Piano. The guards were also
all off-duty, wearing simple yet formal attire of their own; all
either looking about enthusiastically at all the sights, sounds
and smells of the hall - a few barked excitedly whilst others
panted cheerfully with their tongues hanging out. With a few
grunts here and there, they made their way to the corner of the
room where there was space to place the piano.
Undyne's grinned broadened and Sans seemed to have relaxed a
little more,[font=comic sans ms] "That's awesome. I'm sure
everyone will like that Undyne."[/font]
"Heck yeah they will!"
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Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Zydras Azar Date: September 10, 2017, 5:25 am
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Zydras Azar was on his way home with groceries when he passed by
a notice board in Snowdin, a piece of flapping paper drawing his
attention sufficiently to prompt the fire elemental to saunter
over for a closer look. Nebulous irises scanned the contents of
what turned out to be an invitation to a party in neighboring
Waterfall. “Hmm… could be worthwhile…” He hummed the thought
under his breath before giving the daystar’s position a glance.
It was only mid-afternoon, so he would still have time to get
home with his shopping and suitably prepare to arrive on time.
Fashionably late would be acceptable as well.
Memorizing the location’s address, Zydras resumed his trek back
to his remote cabin nestled on the far outskirts of the village,
mulling over what to bring and what to wear. It was a party,
after all, and it wouldn’t hurt to make a good first impression
on his new neighbors. Such social gatherings were also an
excellent source of information, something the azure man was
looking forward to indulging in at the mandate of his employers.
Who said you couldn’t combine business and pleasure, after all?
It took him perhaps half an hour or so to slog through the snow
and path less traveled that led him back to his new home, the
door opened up after one of the grocery bags had to be set down
on the porch to free up a hand. Both were set just inside the
door so it could be shut and locked behind him -- a habit from
his time in the Capital -- before Zydras took the paper bags
into the kitchen to sort away all the foodstuffs he had
purchased in his errand.
Once finished, he took a moment longer to select a good but not
too fancy bottle of wine and a golden flask of firewater that
was suitably aged, knowing both would make good payment rendered
for entrance to the festivities. Those were set on the
countertop within eyesight of the front door so he wouldn’t
forget them before he headed upstairs to prepare his person
properly as well.
Clothes were shed inside his bedroom before he stepped into the
washroom, entering the special shower stall before closing his
eyes in concentration. His flames grew noticeably hotter within
moments, the azure hue brightening toward near white as he
burned away the day’s gathering of impurities off his fiery
frame to fall to the basin as soft grey ash. It didn’t take long
for him to finish that cleansing, a sigh escaping him as the
colors darkened toward that cooler cerulean shade.
Feeling much fresher, he stepped out and closed the door behind
him, a button pressed that sent a cascade of water down to wash
away those ashes even as he attended to his other grooming,
ensuring his thin beard/mustache were appropriately kempt in
contrast with his hair that was left to flicker with a little
more audacity. He decided it would do as he exited back to his
bedroom, walking into the closet to determine an appropriate
outfit for the occasion.
After some deliberation, Zydras finally settled on a black suit
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with deep blue
accents on the vest, ascot tie, and coat, reminiscent of the
night sky. A matching silver clip with subtly swirling markings
and lapis lazuli stones was also selected, the belt and shoes
less notable but still elegant as he picked them out too. He
took his time with dressing, wanting to ensure every piece laid
just so by the time he finished and gave himself a long once
over. It was sure to leave a lasting impression on the locals,
and he wondered with amusement how many monsters would be trying
to go home with him after tonight.
Well, only one way to find out.
With a final little adjustment of his dress coat, the elemental
descended the stairs and grabbed the two bottles of alcohol,
taking a moment to slip them into a twine-handled paper bag, an
additional bit of paper padding added between the two glass
containers so they wouldn’t clink and possibly break on the way
there. He picked up his keys and his cigarette case off the
table by the door on the way out, tucking the latter into his
pants pocket with the key following shortly after as he locked
the door and headed into the snowy forward toward the marsh.
[hr]
Zydras made good time from his remote cabin to the written
address from that open party invitation, soon starting to pass
others who seemed to be headed in the same direction. There was
a person in a cloak that he saw struggling along the way, a
brief gentlemanly urge to assist occurring to him before he felt
the aura that pushed at his own, showing the desire for space,
which the flaming monster opted to heed as he moved past Geneva
instead.
He came in behind the pack of canines carrying a piano even as
he heard a loud shouting inside the building, the sound drawing
his attention toward Undyne as she gave the tall skeleton in
black and rogue that enthusiastic greeting. It earned a faint
chuckle from the man as he made his way deeper inside, listening
and out of the way as he sashayed through the hall. Knowing the
Captain of the Royal Guard was here added an extra layer of
intrigue to the evening’s events, but it would remain to be seen
if it caused any kinks.
Spying the bartender turning tricks in the back, the fire
element made his way over to the attendant to offer his alcohol
to them, as it seemed the most appropriate place to make such a
deposit. “A little goes a long way,” he warned when passing the
firewater along, knowing most of the time such drinks were
watered down. Well, unless the party was particularly good.
He hadn’t decided which kind this one was just yet.
His payment duly rendered, he requested a dark mixed drink from
the barkeep, leaning on the bar while he waited and watched the
room and its slowly increasing inhabitants. There were already
numerous interesting faces among the crowd, but it wasn’t until
he had a drink in hand that Zydras pushed off with a word of
thanks to the mixologist to mingle and see what quarry he might
suss out first, a faint scent of burning cedar following in his
wake.
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Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Cobalt Date: September 10, 2017, 9:29 am
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When the Fire Elemental took his seat at the bar he was met with
yet another Elemental, except rather, she was more of the
'watered down' type. The voluptuous water monsters turned
around, her long, flowing 'hair' bounced behind her, defying as
much gravity as one's submerged bed of hair would. She was
rather semi-translucent with a hue of blue and what appeared to
be thousands of specs of golden glitter floating about her body.
She wore a modest, yet still short, silver dress and
silver-white hoops hung from her ears. Her purple,
snowflake-shaped irises fell upon Zydras' as she tossed,
flipped, shook and juggled bottles of various concoctions and
poured their contents in a flashy way into the pristine-clear
glasses.
"Oho, my you have exquisite taste hon." she hummed, voice cooing
like a slowly flowing stream, just as she accepted the bottle
and giggled, "Coming right up~"
Shortly afterwards she brewed up his requested choice of poison,
making sure to show off a little and to be as entertaining as
possible as she made it.
----
A short time had passed and another monster had arrived. The
eight foot tall, vermilion-red dragoness lowered her head as she
stepped through the front door with an ever-present stern
expression which often found a home on her face. Three orbs of
metal orbited gently around her, some even spinning slightly,
depending on her natural magnetic pull she had on them. Her
emerald green eyes surveyed the hall which seemed to have
accommodated the present monsters quite easily and left a large
amount of room for them to freely roam in.
She then spotted Sans and the group around him and she gave him
a nod of acknowledgment as he waved at her. The former Royal
Blacksmith then took long strides to walk past them and headed
towards the noisy, metal, rolling door.
[font=comic sans ms]"Heya Cobalt. Thanks for dropping
by."[/font]
"Uh huh." she grumbled shortly as she walked away.
[font=comic sans ms]"She's always real nice." [/font]Sans
commented sincerely before returning his attention to the
monsters near him with a broad smile.
The dragon stopped in front of the metal door with a defeated
sigh, as though questioning where her life has lead to from her
former glory years. She cracked her battle-axe-tipped tail
behind her before her eyes lit up a warm hue and the creaking
and yowling of shifting metal sounded. The beaten up roller door
was lifted off of its hinges and unraveled high above the
monsters in the room; casting a shadow over part of the room as
she flattened the metal, ridding it of dents, other impurities
and removed the rusted parts of the sheet. She then pushed one
of the floating, solid metal orbs away from her and towards the
flattened door; where with careful concentration and precision,
it liquefied and smoothed over the gaps of the roller door
before solidifying again.
Once she was done the dragon chuffed, sending a small cloud of
metallic mist out from her nostrils, and the flattened door was
rolled back up before being returned to its rightful place above
the exposed, wide doorway. She unraveled it part of the way and
rolled it back up again to test it; finding that she had met the
results which were needed. A much more quieter and
smoothly-moving door whenever it was being opened or closed.
Now that she was here, Cobalt looked around the room as more and
more monsters started to pour in for the party: Aarons, Shyrens,
Froggits, Temmies, ghosts, Snowdrakes and Whimsuns were just to
name a few. She figured that she may as well stay around took a
seat at one of the larger stools by the bar, ordering a rather
strong rum and opted to mix it with some of the liquefied metal
she manipulated from one of the remaining orbs with her. Still
with that ever hardened, stern expression as she took sips.
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Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Haruno Date: September 10, 2017, 9:58 am
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Haruno grinned as she took the envelope she had found on her way
back to the Castle. Long, fluffy, black locks fell over her
shoulders both warming the sides of her neck and framing her
face. The only time the gem beast really stopped was to chat up
the guards who had grown familiar with her by now. After they
let her pass Haruno gracefully walked through the beautiful
halls of the castle with a chipper mood and a truly happy smile.
Up ahead the King had walked by- he seemed to be looking down at
a book of some sort. Her steps were way too quiet to hear so in
order for him to notice besides using his peripherals she had to
speak.
"My king- I have come for our daily meeting but I picked up
something on the way." Asgore looked up from his book rather
slowly as if it was something so interesting it was hard to turn
away from. He closed it with his large furry hands then gave her
his full attention.
"Yes thank you for coming Haruno- you're a bit early even after
picking something up?" He said while raising a golden eyebrow at
the envelope clutched lightly in her hands. Haruno shook her
head and tucked the envelope away.
"My king- it would be an honor if you accompanied me to this
event." Haruno spoke in a rather elegant tone- more so than
usual that is.
"...."
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"So...why am I wearing a blindfold?" Asgore questioned as Haruno
guided him with each step he took. Her arm had to be weaved
between his own but even then with such a massive goat man when
he made a wrong step she was inclined to move with him.
"We don't want to ruin the surprise." She explained with a smirk
more in her voice than on her face. Asgore only sighed in
response, prompting to not say anything more. Who knows she
might have an answer for every question. By the time they had
made it to Waterfall Haruno stopped walking as her eyes fell on
something or...someone.
"Why have we stopped? Are we already there?" Haruno pulled her
arm from Asgore's and walked a few steps in front of him. She
crouched down to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on
her. They were not- it was definitely a girl lying on the
ground. Haruno couldn't see her face really well besides her
lips and chin but they seem to have fallen. She stood back up
to full height then considered her options.
"Should I leave her...?" Haruno shrugged allowing the smile from
earlier to return. She felt oddly nice today but with her
memories a mess it was a matter of time before she slipped into
a stump of some sort. Just one more step before taking action.
The gem beast closed her eyes, scents hit her hard and the most
intoxicating one was the apple pie. Had she not used her alter
sense she would not have known but most of all this girl here
had a strong aura. The colors she was releasing were all
negative. Scared, anxious, and something else Haruno couldn't
read well. This color was a strange maroon color. It gave her
the sense of keeping her distance. Scarlet red orbs opened,
eyelashes fluttering as she came to a decision. Haruno held out
her hand while leaning down to pull the girl up- being careful
of the apple pie that was near her.
"Guess you're here for this too hm? Welcome to the party."
Haruno then used the girls hand to spin her off a bit away from
Asgore and herself. There. Distance.
Haruno linked arms with Asgore again who had almost bleated from
the contact.
"Who were you talking to?" He questioned while regaining his
composure. Haruno shook her head then began walking forward.
"Don't worry about it. Here we are!" Haruno guided Asgore into
the hall and into the open room. She slipped past some people
and went around others. When she had made it to a small pillar
she undid the blindfold. "Welcome to the party King."
Asgore blinked once- then twice before looking down at the gem
beast in mild surprise and confusion. "This is the event? I'm
not really a...party person."
"You are now! Try to enjoy yourself while you're here. You've
seemed down lately and maybe this will help. Anyway I'll be over
there drinking the unnecessary things." Haruno walked over to
the bar taking a seat on the side of a giant dragon woman.
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Re: Part I: A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody
By: Sakura Claw Date: September 10, 2017, 12:53 pm
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Laying on a porch half covered by snow a young kitsune in her
true form slept soundly as the cool breeze blew passed her. A
small twitch of her ears and nose and she began to stir in her
sleep. It was then she was greeted by a paper wedged underneath
her chin as she moved slightly. The sound waking her from her
sleep, Sakura let out a yawn before stretching a bit. Taking a
look around, she then looked at the paper. Reading the note, the
kitsune's eyes lit up with excitement.
" Food and drinks....hehe don't mind if i do. Oh i'd better get
cleaned up first. " she addressed herself before walking into
the home to get ready for the event. A little while later, the
kitsune was well dressed and ready to head out. A small thought
crossed her mind. What to bring to the part was her thoughts.
She wasn't good at cooking and was still a bit young for
drinking dispite her age.
With that in mind, she simply decided on a few sodas and juice
should suffice and with that she was on her way. A few minutes
later and Sakura arrived at the party and placed her drinks
along side where the food was located before finding a place to
sit at the bar. Taking one look around she noticed a few faces
but not everyone's.
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