B R A V E R Y

You are the kind of person who rushes fists-first through all obstacles. > TOUGH GLOVE > MANLY BANDANNA

[undertalecat-blog]

* It’s a cat.

[determinedscrap-blog]

Howdy there! I was kinda the last one to wake up... aha! So this is how you actually look? How does it feel to be in your body again?

Does Scan... have a brother?

* What’s up, recently deceased. Prea. 

* And uh... Beats being part of an amalgamative eldritch terror. Still no sunlight or nothin’ on my skin, but at least there’s lots of people here. Like uh, you. The timeline going to shit is good for one thing, at least.

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Hey! Up for some arm wrestling?

* DUDE I HAVE BEEN WAITING MY ENTIRE RESURRECTION FOR THIS

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A snort is heard.

* ...

* Someone there? Because if you are, you’re gonna really not wanna be in 10 seconds.

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"Y'know, you kinda remind me of a friend of mine, He was always up for a friendly spar, but then he'd forget we were fighting! He had a bit of an Ego, but he was still pretty cool!"

* Yeah, that’s about right.

* Sounds like a cool guy though-- you too. I’d be down for a little mano a monster sometime.

[determinedscrap-blog]

Whoa there Prea. . .you might want to find out if anything's changed. For all you know there's a bunch of different flowers that look like Flowey. Maybe find someone and ask whats been going on first?

* Like weed-be-gone up in this shit

[ask-toriel]

*Oh my, another visitor! (There seems to be a lot more now…) *I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. Come, let me guide you through the catacombs.

[Asks and RPs are officially open.]

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[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[dustydanseur-deactivated2017073]

[he sat there silently, staring into his hands as he balled them into fists and released them, again and again. The air around him grew cold as the color from his face drains away.

“Dead.” “Abomination.” “Resurrection.”

How many times had this happened? How many lives had he been robbed of? 

“Dead.” “Abomination.” “Resurrection.”

Jean repeated these words over and over again in his mind, until they were the only thoughts running through his head.

“Dead.” “Abomination.” “Resurrection.” ]

“…”

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Prea is unaware of how to comfort her new friend. She rubs his shoulder lightly, squinting lightly. She can’t help but feel a little bitter; they had all gone through the same thing. Why was he the one who had to be comforted?

* ... It doesn’t. Matter. Jean, we’re alive now. As if nothing happened. What counts- is that we find out how this happened. I wanna thank whoever did this for us. 

* Or, uh, at the very least accidentally did.

* ... Come on, Jean. You’ll be okay.

[the--true--hero-blog]

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[determinedscholar]

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[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[dustydanseur-deactivated2017073]

[Jean just kinda stands there awkwardly, his gaze flitting between his two new friends, and becoming more and more uneasy with each passing word.

Dying? Eldritch abomination? This… Scan told him about this, but… he thought Scan was just joking around… Until this newcomer not only agreed with everything Scan said, but RECALLED it! This. This was a lot to take in.

Jean had to sit down. He found the nearest wall and propped himself up against it before plopping down on the ground, staring into the palms of his hands.

Was… was this true..? Was he really DEAD all this time..?]

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Prea’s murder speech is cut short as she sees Jean slide to the floor from her peripherals. She steps towards the ballerina and crouches, touching his shoulder.

* O-oh, geez, hey! Keep it together!

* Is it the… dead thing…?

*… What matters now is that we’re alive, right? By some miracle, we died… and now we’re back. We’re alive. Ok? So– come on, Scan, help me out here!

Prea looks to the cowboy with genuine worry in her face, the rage from earlier having dissipated with Jean’s reaction.

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[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[undauntedgunner]

“Hey, don’t mention it. I just like helpin people out.” 

[Upon hearing the mention of a flower, his face instantly twists in disgust.] 

“Flowey. Of COURSE it was flowey. When ISN’T bad shit caused by flowey? That little–” 

[Scan was about to go on a long-winded rant about the flower, but shakes his head with a huff. Now’s probably not a good time.] 

“Alright, listen. I can’t tell you how you died, but I can tell you that you were absorbed into a flower to become an eldritch abomination. Long story short, the king of all monsters tried gathering a whole buncha souls to break the barrier trapping monsters underground, but that FUCKING flower went and stole em. I swear, when I get my hands on him…” 

[He lets out a sigh. One of these days, that flower’s gonna get whats coming to him.] 

“Anyway… One of those souls was you, one of em was me, and almost every other human you’ll meet down here is some variation of one of the souls absorbed. You think me and Jean are familiar, right? ‘S probably because you got repressed memories of bein in the same body.” 

[Was that too much to lay on her at once? Eh, even if it was, he can just elaborate. Or run away.]

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* …

* …Flowey. Th– The other souls. It was… Right. Right. He… stole us.

* That fuck.

Prea appears to be flexing her hands, over and over, in an attempt to calm down.

* We don’t- I- …Listen. You sound just as pissed as I am about this. We- we should do something. If what you’re saying is true- that there’s a lot of us running around, then… Well…

* …That makes much more than just seven souls, right?

* We could take him. Nah-

* We could beat the shit out of that weed!!

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[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[undauntedgunner]

[The boy smiles, happy to see another person brought back.]

“Nice t'meetcha, Prea! My name’s Scan.”

[Upon hearing Prea say she’s back from the dead, Scans face turns slightly more serious. Usually, other fallen souls take a while to remember, not to mention accept, that they’ve been killed before.]

“Seeing as how you know you’re dead, I’ll just get to the point. The timelines got fucked up, which brought yall back to life somehow. The details are a lil fuzzy, but from my understanding, reality’s collapsin in on itself or some shit like that.”

“I’ve been hoppin around timelines for a bit, so all of this ain’t too wild for me. Just lemme know the last thing you remember, and I’ll try to help ya out.”

[He extends his arm for a handshake. Usually he would use his right arm for handshakes, but… He STILL hasn’t gotten it replaced yet. Damn, Scan. Take another year, why dontcha.]

[determinedscrap-blog]

* … You know, it’s a little more weird hearing that I actually died from someone else. I thought it’d be okay, but… ha.

The girl glances at the floor for a moment before continuing.

* But thanks, Woo– S-Scan. You two are, uh… Real nice.

Her face scrunches up as Scan asks what she last remembers. There’s running away from something in Snowdin, then a blank spot in her memory… But then…

* …A flower. It’s fuzzy, but there was something about a flower and… Not feeling good. Like some kind of nightmare. I died before that, I know, but… I have no idea what the flower was. It mean anything to ya?

[determinedscrap-blog]

[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[undauntedgunner]

[Scan hears some ramblings in french. That can only mean one thing…] 

“Howdy, Jean–”

[Scan notices the other human standing next to Jean.] 

“Oh, howdy to you too, new person!”

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whydoivaguelyrememberthesegoddamncosplayerswth

* ...Hey. Name’s Prea.

* Jean says you know about... well, us. Being here. Uh... (the girl rubs her neck.)

* I’m guessing most of you just fell down, but... Do you know any that come here through more... “mysterious” means?

* I’m back from the dead, is what I’m saying. Can you tell me about that, Woody?

[determinedscrap-blog]

[Jean, hearing a cry for help, bounded into action. Although, it was less of a call for "help" as it was a call for "Hello", but it would have to do! He sprinted towards where he thought the call was coming from, adding his own shouts to the mix] " 'Allo? Monsieur? Madamoiselle?? Are vous alright?"

You wince, the voice piercing through the dim quiet, the French piercing through the absence of French knowlege. After adjusting to the light, you notice what seems to be a ballerina advancing quickly.

* Geez, I… think? Where is this… I- Say. You’re familiar- who the hell are you?

[dustydanseur-deactivated2017073]

“Oui! Alzough I do not have a specific number, Monsieur Scan ‘as assured me zat zere are MANY more ‘umans zan when I first arrived!”

[Jean starts to lead them towards the lit doorway]

“I would bring vous to Madame Toriel, but… she ‘ad told me to never return… I did not ask why… “

“But! I could bring vous to Monsieur Scan! He knows more ‘umans!”

[Jean leads the way out of the room and towards where he thinks @undauntedgunner is]

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dustydanseur:

“Oui! Alzough I do not have a specific number, Monsieur Scan ‘as assured me zat zere are MANY more ‘umans zan when I first arrived!”

[Jean starts to lead them towards the lit doorway]

“I would bring vous to Madame Toriel, but… she ‘ad told me to never return… I did not ask why… “

“But! I could bring vous to Monsieur Scan! He knows more ‘umans!”

[Jean leads the way out of the room and towards where he thinks @undauntedgunner is]

The girl follows Jean, if only because she has nothing else to do. She’s grateful, however, for all the guidance, and rubs her arms awkwardly.

* Th-thanks, by the way. Uh;; Thanks for all the help, I mean. Ahem.

* So… Besides this Scan guy… How’d you end up here? (she looks concerned, if only for a second.) Not exactly a lot of ways to get in.

[filledwithdetermination]

“…?”

[Frisk looks to find themselves face-to-face with another human. One that looked tough. Just look at that bandana…huh, it looks familiar.]

“Hi Prea.“ [They give a tiny wave, wondering how long she was gonna hold that pose for while she waited for an answer.] “Yeah, I’ve been seeing more humans around lately. I guess more are falling down, or…something. Shenanigans I guess.”

[They shrug before going on, holding out a hand.] “I’m Frisk by the way. Nice to meet you.”

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The girl stares, still pointing, and squints suspiciously. Something is vaguely familiar about Frisk; something that fills her with a certain... determination. Suddenly, she rears back and high fives the child, grinning.

* Nice to meet ya too, Frisky. How ya’ doin, yada yada. Anyway-

* You sure you don’t know anything about these... shenanigans? ‘Cause, uh, one of those. Shenanigans. Might have brought me back from the dead.

She sits, facing Frisk, and leans back casually on her hands.

[filledwithdetermination]

[Frisk sits alone as they ruminate in a pile of leaves. They’re more brittle than usual, breaking apart with the slightest shift in weight. It was probably going to get pretty cold soon.]

[Either way, they’re pretty content where they’re at, humming softly to themselves.]

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* Yo. Hyoo-man.

The girl stands in front of Frisk, leaning in close as if to get a better look. Weak, she thinks. Doesn’t even lift. She thinks she could bench press multiple of this child, and momentarily regrets that she’ll never be able to see two of them in the same timeline. 

* I’m Prea. Don’t forget it. Word on the rock face is: there’s more humans walkin’ around. What do you know about it?

She points dramatically, waiting for their response. Might as well start with this one. They don’t exactly look experienced in the Underground, but they were the first she spotted since the ballerina, anyway.