🧡 FIGHT

[bravery-soul]

my main blog is @blu3hackv

their name is rowan

non-binary they/them

art for this blog is all done by @pest-control-jerp

kid rowan:

for @researcherwdg’s broken rouxls vessel creation event

[bravery-soul]

* I would much rather be with Cosita right now...

[bravery-soul]

is shipping rowan with mercury okay?

since rowan is not a part of that family, i consider it to be okay to ship them with members of that family who are of a similar age to them

this likely applies to mercury, according to my non-existent idea of how old rowan is (i literally have no idea how old they are. they died at less than 10, but idk how old their vessel is. it doesn't look exactly the same, but it's not much taller and doesn't SEEM much older.

[bravery-soul]

you have problems, kid...

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

Okay here's a knife. Do the deed.

[*A sheathed dagger was tossed into Rowan's hands.]

Let's see if you can actually give me an actual answer worthy of conversation.

[bravery-soul]

* WHAT?! You- You can’t give a dagger to a child!

[theprometheansoul]

And you can't expect your words to just be taken lightly everytime, to be simultaneously taken seriously and unseriously when it's convenient. Wishing death upon someone is a dire thing to say, no matter if you mean it or not.

[*Ithas leaned closer, unafraid of the now armed child.]

Don't expect such a game to work out for you. It's going to misfire horribly at some point. Now I'll ask you again.

[*Ithas made a move to get closer.]

What is the real reason you decided to talk to me?

[bravery-soul]

* … I was just curious.

[theprometheansoul]

Apologies for being a bit of a hardass.

[*In an instant, the tone shifts from something serious into a more casual vibe.]

Curious about my works? I think I have some finished ones you could peruse, was busy making some proper swords as well before I got dragged here.

[*Slowly Ithas brought out a small coin purse filled with intricate and handmade trinkets, careful to not just jingle so many magical items, no matter how minor they were.]

I've been distributing these among my friends and fellow vessels. Maybe you'd want one as well?

[bravery-soul]

* We’re definitely not friends. I hardly even know you. Abd I hate being associated with the other vessels.

[theprometheansoul]

And you don't want to have a magical trinket because of something like that? The bragging rights you're discarding is a little high.

[*Ithas seems uncaring whether Rowan takes it or not, merely curious about their logic.]

I'm sure you'd like to miss out on something that could potentially help someone glide across water or something.

[bravery-soul]

* I wouldn’t like to go anywhere near water.

[theprometheansoul]

Since nothing I can do will satisfy your whims, I'll take my leave then

[*They stretched their legs for a second before beginning to to turn away.]

Have fun doing whatever you were doing. I'm sure you'll have the bestest of fun just standing there.

[bravery-soul]

* Fucking asshole… Dumbass…

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

Okay here's a knife. Do the deed.

[*A sheathed dagger was tossed into Rowan's hands.]

Let's see if you can actually give me an actual answer worthy of conversation.

[bravery-soul]

* WHAT?! You- You can’t give a dagger to a child!

[theprometheansoul]

And you can't expect your words to just be taken lightly everytime, to be simultaneously taken seriously and unseriously when it's convenient. Wishing death upon someone is a dire thing to say, no matter if you mean it or not.

[*Ithas leaned closer, unafraid of the now armed child.]

Don't expect such a game to work out for you. It's going to misfire horribly at some point. Now I'll ask you again.

[*Ithas made a move to get closer.]

What is the real reason you decided to talk to me?

[bravery-soul]

* … I was just curious.

[theprometheansoul]

Apologies for being a bit of a hardass.

[*In an instant, the tone shifts from something serious into a more casual vibe.]

Curious about my works? I think I have some finished ones you could peruse, was busy making some proper swords as well before I got dragged here.

[*Slowly Ithas brought out a small coin purse filled with intricate and handmade trinkets, careful to not just jingle so many magical items, no matter how minor they were.]

I've been distributing these among my friends and fellow vessels. Maybe you'd want one as well?

[bravery-soul]

* We’re definitely not friends. I hardly even know you. Abd I hate being associated with the other vessels.

[theprometheansoul]

And you don't want to have a magical trinket because of something like that? The bragging rights you're discarding is a little high.

[*Ithas seems uncaring whether Rowan takes it or not, merely curious about their logic.]

I'm sure you'd like to miss out on something that could potentially help someone glide across water or something.

[bravery-soul]

* I wouldn’t like to go anywhere near water.

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

Okay here's a knife. Do the deed.

[*A sheathed dagger was tossed into Rowan's hands.]

Let's see if you can actually give me an actual answer worthy of conversation.

[bravery-soul]

* WHAT?! You- You can’t give a dagger to a child!

[theprometheansoul]

And you can't expect your words to just be taken lightly everytime, to be simultaneously taken seriously and unseriously when it's convenient. Wishing death upon someone is a dire thing to say, no matter if you mean it or not.

[*Ithas leaned closer, unafraid of the now armed child.]

Don't expect such a game to work out for you. It's going to misfire horribly at some point. Now I'll ask you again.

[*Ithas made a move to get closer.]

What is the real reason you decided to talk to me?

[bravery-soul]

* … I was just curious.

[theprometheansoul]

Apologies for being a bit of a hardass.

[*In an instant, the tone shifts from something serious into a more casual vibe.]

Curious about my works? I think I have some finished ones you could peruse, was busy making some proper swords as well before I got dragged here.

[*Slowly Ithas brought out a small coin purse filled with intricate and handmade trinkets, careful to not just jingle so many magical items, no matter how minor they were.]

I've been distributing these among my friends and fellow vessels. Maybe you'd want one as well?

[bravery-soul]

* We’re definitely not friends. I hardly even know you. Abd I hate being associated with the other vessels.

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

Okay here's a knife. Do the deed.

[*A sheathed dagger was tossed into Rowan's hands.]

Let's see if you can actually give me an actual answer worthy of conversation.

[bravery-soul]

* WHAT?! You- You can’t give a dagger to a child!

[theprometheansoul]

And you can't expect your words to just be taken lightly everytime, to be simultaneously taken seriously and unseriously when it's convenient. Wishing death upon someone is a dire thing to say, no matter if you mean it or not.

[*Ithas leaned closer, unafraid of the now armed child.]

Don't expect such a game to work out for you. It's going to misfire horribly at some point. Now I'll ask you again.

[*Ithas made a move to get closer.]

What is the real reason you decided to talk to me?

[bravery-soul]

* … I was just curious.

[pest-control-jerp]

aggressively throws petals

got in trouble for being too aggressive

@bravery-soul

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

Okay here's a knife. Do the deed.

[*A sheathed dagger was tossed into Rowan's hands.]

Let's see if you can actually give me an actual answer worthy of conversation.

[bravery-soul]

* WHAT?! You- You can’t give a dagger to a child!

[bravery-soul]

oh wow i should sleep now

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

Now that we've got the jabs out of the way, whether any of them are true or not will be up to interpretation later, is there anything you actually want to talk about?

[*A smaller but genuine smile is on Ithas's face.]

I'm not the biggest book of knowledge but I know some things.

[bravery-soul]

* No. I don't care about you or anything you know. And I hope you die.

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

[*Ithas guffaws at the threat.]

Oh it's been a while since I laughed like that.

[*They wiped away a tear and calmed down soon after.]

The name's Ithas.

[bravery-soul]

[* Rowan glares at them for a moment, before crossing their arms.]

* I'm Rowan.

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

I remember this from a friend of mine.

[*A small little grin.]

Nuh uh.

[bravery-soul]

* ... ¡TE VOY A MATAR JODER!

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

I'm quite normal sized compared to Point or Gaster. Give a better excuse please.

[bravery-soul]

* BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD!

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?

[theprometheansoul]

Because I got unlucky and died slowly. Why are you so short?

[bravery-soul]

* I am not short! You're freakishly tall!

[theprometheansoul]

@bravery-soul

[*Ithas stood there, not exactly uncomfortable or afraid but just a little awkward. It feels so strange to see a human so young besides Mercury.]

Can I help you with something?

[*They put away a notepad, a small glimpse of what looks to be rough schematics for a project.]

Are you looking for something?

[bravery-soul]

* ... Why are you old?