👎︎⚐︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎

…there is a man here.

Is the story there about you bro what does this mean

is this your egg giving backstory

asked a friend for help, and apparently the ‘Angel’ is referring to the angel Gabriel because it refers to the angel as the deliverer

#🥚#your observations are astute #<- prev #ooc: LETS GOOOOOO #i do one million twirls and two million jumps for joy #ack i wanna analyze this image right nowwwww but i have to go to bed #like a responsible person. it’s 5:30 am

[*Seems like he’s wondering if the Jekyll and Hyde inclusion is yet another motif of change, being who one currently is (or used to be) in juxtaposition to who they could change to be if tempted with something they want that they don’t realize will cause that change.]

- @entry-number17

Quite the observation, instigator. Now, how will you incorporate this into the equation, hm?

#🥚

#ooc: well THIS seems familiar hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #<- meant to make this reblog way earlier idk what happened #🥚

“ I stared at the stranger and as my

eyes began to adjust I could make out more details. I could see that their face appeared blank, expressionless, and █████ ████ ██████ ████ ███ ████████ ██████, like they had a bad fever.

The swaying was more pronounced now, seeming to move from the waist, side to side, back and forth.

By this point, I had finished rolling a second cigarette, and gingerly held it out towards them, but I didn’t get any closer. █ ███ ███████ ████ ██ ████ ██████ ██████ █ █████████, ████

████ █████ ██ ████ ██ ████ ███ ██ ███ ██████ ████████. ████ ████’█ ████ ██████, ████’█ ████ ███ ████████ ██ ███ ██████ ███ ████ ████ ███████.

███ ████ ██████ the thought of an anglerfish popped into my head, the single

point of light dangled into the darkness, hiding the thing that lures you in. ”

OOC: I think it’s so funny with the differences between the blog story lines like blue is getting into poly marriage Seth is taking a hit from the psychedelic joint that is a shadow crystal and I’m gardening with papa who is also Satan

[OOC: FUCKING HELPPPPPPPPPPPP MEEEE ASDGEFOIQEHGP0OIQEGH]

#ooc #Can’t wait for the plant to grow!!! I have plans #we gotta plant it first though oops #knife fan #persethverance

OOC:

Blue: I’m going to propose to my two boyfriends!

Seth: the world isn’t real. I can see through the window of my reality that my world is nothing but a dream made to sooth open wounds. I’ve seen the wilted purple flower given a life, myself. I’ve done no good deeds to get here.

Aqua: I got a koi fish :)

[On the pristine counter of the Flower Cafe, a tip jar with a sign has appeared.]

[It reads, "Now taking donations for kitchen repairs. Help us provide delicious meals! Proof of donation = 1 free chocolate chip cookie."]

[*Looks like someone put a coin in the tip jar when nobody was looking.]

[*It’s….1G?????????]

#greens-recipe-book

#ooc #THIS IS GREAT IM CACKLING

[OOC: Expectations vs. reality of making a seth tumblr blog based on image under cut LMAO]

…there is a man here.

Is the story there about you bro what does this mean

is this your egg giving backstory

asked a friend for help, and apparently the ‘Angel’ is referring to the angel Gabriel because it refers to the angel as the deliverer

#🥚#gaster answers questions

#🥚

room-17 update

[*Seems like he’s scribbling down another page of notes.]

#ooc: I’ve been plannning on watching it for a hot hot second but haven’t gotten around to it unfortunately #a beloved mutual on main has been trying to get me to watch it for awhile #ooc

I will be “ out of character “ for a moment,

I must ask if a majority of us are fans of The Magnus Archives, as I’ve seen around two of you catch my referencing.

also, yes I do speak like this in real life, and yes I do get teased for it.

alright then, thank you.

new puzzle did you see

[*Looks like he’ll go check it out.]

#THANKS #🥚

😊👋

🍲❓️ 🍵❓️💜👀😱. 🍲👍😄.

@greens-recipe-book

??? G-Green? I'm... fine, really! I swear!!

Just.. just been busy with.. studying!! Obviously!!! That's all!! ...Even then, I guess a cup of tea doesn't sound... so bad!

[Green pours you a cup of tea, providing cream and sugar on the side.]

💚👂💜➡️🌊❓️ 💚🤔...

💚👂👍. 👍💜🗣. 💜➡️👎😱.

💚👬💜.

[Green offers a fist bump.]

[ * Their heart thumps in their chest, Seth shrinking in on themself and hiding a guilty look behind their book. Did Green... know?? Did they also catch wind of that whole.. incident? ] I-I...

[ * Seth seems to shut down a bit, taking the cup of tea and reaching for the cream and sugar.. But pause, instead opting to drink the tea as it is. Even if it may be bitter. ] ... I.. appreciate the concern, but- [ * They let out a heavy sigh. ] N-nevermind.. Thank you, Green...

[Green slowly lowers their fist.]

...💚🧠💜💥🍳. 📹.

👌. 💜💚🛠👬.

💜⚕️>🍳.

💜, 🙏🗣💚➡️🕑.

[ * There's a palpable amount of stress Seth begins to feel as they realize more and more that... Green knows. Oh, they know. It was Seth, wasn't it?

Who took the hatchet to Green's kitchen? Who mercilessly turned the cupboards and cabinets into splinters? It feels so far away and foggy to think about, but they can remember how tightly they gripped the hatchet. ] W-wha- Wait- [ * And even if it seems like Green is extending an olive branch between them, offering them kindness as is usually in their nature, Seth is still panicking. ] I really didn't m-mean for it to happen, I..I... I swear..!

[Green shushes Seth softly, reaching over to rustle their hair.]

💜👌. 💜👌. 💚❌️😡@💜.

💜➡️🤒, 👍❓️ 💥🍳 + 🌊➡️1️⃣🗓. 💜=🤒😵‍💫.

💚❌️😡@💜➡️🤒.

[ * It's a struggle to not immediately bolt away from Green both out of their panic and embarrassment said panic, but they manage to stay put, lowering their head as Green tousles their hair. They only almost mistake their hand as someone else's for a second. ] H-huh..?

[ * ... Seth.. was unwell when it happened. Right, that's right. They weren't well.. they were sick. That's what you'd call it. Certainly, just sick. What matters is Green is not mad at them, not in the slightest. ]

[ * Despite everything they've done, Green is still going out of their way to reassure them.. their glasses are getting hard to see through as they start sniffling a little, clouded by tears. It's what happens when someone is kind to you after you have a rough time, you know? ]

Ssnff.. I-I.. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry.!! Ghuh... S-stupid!! EMOTIONS!!! [ * They messily wipe their face with their sleeve. ]

[Green pulls Seth in for a soft hug, hiding their face in their own apron so no one else needs to see them cry.]

💚🫶💜. 💜➡️💥🏯, 💚🫶💜.

#ooc: THIS IS SO SWEET AND CUTE

[ * Shockingly, Seth doesn't fight back against the hug. Rather the opposite, actually. They allow themself to be comforted, and they allow themself to let it all out. ] Sniff.. It w-was so.. Scary..! I didn't t-think I'd, I'd- [ * Seth moves to hug them back, holding onto Green tightly and trying to do some deep breaths. ]

I d-dunno.. I.. T..thank you, Green.. I'm s-sorry..

[*Seems like the crystal is ready to tell you something.]

[*Seems like it doesn’t want anybody else to hear.]

- @entry-number17

[ * ... What else is a flower to do than bring the shard out of their pocket and look at it intently, patiently... Walking off to a more private place to listen. ]

...I'm here.

[*The first communication.]

[*The first layer.]

[*Glancing inside its glistening shell, there appears to be….]

[*…It’s just Asgores flower shop. You’ve seen this before. Of course you have, you live there. But isn’t it a dark world right now? How does this window work when both the inside and outside take up the same space?]

[*The crystal glistens.]

[ * Something familiar. It's home. The flower shop, Seth knows it well... Many years have been spent living in the shop, kept safe in glass containers and cared for, for much longer than they were originally meant to be... ] [ * ...But how could they see both the Dark World they reside in and its quieter companion in the Light World? ] The shop...? [ * Carefully sitting themself on the floor, they carefully bring out their notebook and pencil, a tricky task to do with one hand but they manage... Seems interesting enough to note down. ]

[*It glimmers at you.]

[*As it moves slightly when you rustle around for your paper and pencil, the view inside moves too. It really does work like a window.]

[*Except, it seems to move how one would in the scale of the light world. You could probably cross the room in the crystal walking ten steps holding it, but that certainly wouldn’t clear the dark world’s distance. So not a direct window. Something more.]

[*It’s almost disorienting.]

[*…Seems you can look around, then.]

[ * At first, they take no notice. Just a small movement, nothing remarkable, the looking glass-esque view of the Light World merely shifted in tandem with- Wait. ]

[ * Seth's slouched posture straightens right back up, practically leaping at the realization. It's almost like they had been drenched in water once more. ] H-huh? Wait, waitwaitwait... [ * They sputter something out, feverishly scrawling their notes down before pushing them aside, putting all of their attention onto the crystal, as the crystal is doing for them. ] [ * They had only just sat down, but now they felt the need to get right back up, scrambling to their feet and putting this brand new hypothesis to the test. It takes a while for them to get used to walking around while staring through the shard, their tendency to be imbalanced certainly not helping, but they take their steps anyway. They waltz in a circle to see their surroundings in a brand new light, both literally and figuratively, then take their time digesting every little detail of... what, reality? Is that what you'd call it? ]

[*As you explore this higher plane, the upper floor of Asgore’s flower shop is just as much of a mess as it’s always been. Scattered papers on the ground, pillows not too far off, a single frameless mattress, a wound up hose next to a gallon bottle of fur shampoo…you know the rest.]

[*His TV is still turned around. That must have been Kris’s doing. There’s still no clear evidence as to why, however.]

[*As you explore the room, you realize you can see the flowers. Eight, beautiful flowers all in glass coverings, protected oh so dearly. Your eyes trail across petals of green, orange, yellow, yellow again, aqua, blue, gold, and….]

[*Well, there’s you. A Seth-colored flower sits encased in glass.]

[*Shard in hand, perhaps it’s encased in glass in more ways than one.]

[ * It's an odd feeling, one they don't have the life experience to describe, as they wander around the shop... Things they had only ever seen from a distance were right there, not so big anymore. Normal sized. Closest to human they will ever get. ]

[ * The feeling settles in deeper when their eyes greet the others. They're all there. Not so big anymore.

Each and every color of the rainbow.

And of course, what is a rainbow without- The very last color? ] [ * They're starting to become familiar with the feeling building up inside them, but with no name to put to it yet, they just keep staring. It's them. Encased. Trapped. Not so big anymore, either. ] [ * You tend to forget how small and fragile you are when you're practically sleeping in the dream of a Dark World. ]

[ * ...The feeling isn't a good one. ]

[ * Part of them wonders what might happen if they were to reach their hand out. ]

[*If you were to reach your hand out—the one with the shard in it of course—perhaps you’d feel the glass case you’d never been able to properly touch before. perhaps you’d feel its smooth, strikingly real surface on the back of your hand as you grasped that shard. perhaps you’d feel how breakable, how fragile, how incredibly safe that case is to you. Perhaps you’d feel how it might be less than you thought, logistically.]

[*Or maybe if you were to reach your hand out it would phase through the glass. You would see all the things that glass actually does keep out indeed. You would see it’s safe inside, safe away, safe away from it all. Separate. Warm. And there—right behind your hand—it would be. You would be. Seeing yourself from the outside. It doesn’t look like you, per se, the you you’ve made yourself—but it’s undeniably you.]

[*Could you feel it? could you touch it? It would feel like small petal on the back of your human shaped hand. Would it feel close? Would it feel far?]

[*Would you feel an unfamiliar hand, equally foreign to your current shape, on your back?]

[*…that is, if you were to reach out.]

[*Who’s to say what would happen.]

[ * It's the constant stream of thoughts and pondering that dizzies their mind all over again. So many variables, perhaps too many, but they must consider it. What would the point be if they didn't use the knowledge handed to them? ] [ * They stare intently at the flower- Them. It's them. They are you. That is you. They know that they and the flower are one in the same... so why does it bother them so much to see it right in front of them? Small? Unmoving? Seth can't think straight, but they try to shake it off, free hand moving to fidget with their tie. ] [ * All the possibilities, all the ways this could go.. They're terrified of finding out. But that's what the pursuit of knowledge is for... ] [ * They reach out. ] [ * They _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . ]

#persethverance #⛓️‍💥#ooc OUGH THE HANGMAN. IS SO COOL

[*You reach out.]

[*You _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .]

[*Your hand _ _ _ _ _ _ _ s it’s way through air]

[*Your hand _ _ _ _ _ _ _ s it’s way through glass]

[*A petal of familiar color, less than an inch a way. Do you hesitate? Do you rush?]

[*You know as well as I do that those small details don’t matter.]

[*You _______.]

[*There’s a four dimensional hand on your back. Every vein of it is breathing.]

[*The petal is…..soft. It’s Fragile.]

[*Fragile enough to accidentally tear a small line, near the corner where you brushed it. It can’t run. It doesn’t matter. It was wilting anyway, right?]

[*Abruptly, the shard goes dark once more. It seems we’re done here, for now.]

[*Perhaps it will have more to show you later.]

[*…There’s a growing patch of red seeping through your sleeve.]

ramdotnet

a dance with fate ( @starzthepippin & @battat-greenpippin )

THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG. AND I STILL HATE IT

tags under cut

#oughhhh this is so cool i love the posing and the composition #they are SO thoroughly cooked #ooc #🥚

(Aqua walked back into Seth’s study, where the wall cipher was. She felt a bit silly yelling at nothing hoping something would come out of it, but then again, isn’t that what Seth had done?)

“…hello? Mister? Are you there?”

@knife-fan

[*The study is quiet. There’s nobody in here, of course. other than you. there shouldn’t be.]

[*Or, was that a rustling of papers in the corner?]

[*A trembling pen?]

[*Nothing has moved. everything is the same as when you walked into the room.]

[*Or is it?]

[*…hey, it’s awfully cold in here, huh?]

“Uuu, hello?!”

(Aqua pouted slightly, not out of frustration, but out of paranoia. Maybe she could do something to talk to him?)

(It was then she recalled the pen in her pocket. She took it out, grabbed one of Seth’s papers, and started writing on it, getting help from the cipher on the wall.)

“…uuu… I-is this ok?”

☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎✍︎

[*A few moments after you had finished writing, the ink that has just been put to paper began to…disappear.]

[*Slowly, a message appeared below where it was—where it had been just moments ago.]

[*The ink is hot,

“☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎📬︎

:)”.]

[*The paper is cold.]

(Aqua paused for a second, and then giggled. Disappearing ink? How fun!)

(Right under the message, she wrote out something else.)

✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✍︎

(Seems it was a good idea to keep the pen after all.)

[*Silence, for a moment.]

[*And then another message! As your writing disappears, ink scrawls itself into place below to form it’s invitation,

“✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎💧︎

✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎✍︎”.]

[*The paper is colder.]

[*The ink is warm.]

(Would she like to be friends? Of course she would!)

(Once again, Aqua wrote down her answer on the paper, finding she had to look up at the cipher less and less as the symbols became more legible for her.)

✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎💣︎ ☠︎✋︎👍︎☜︎📪︎ 💧︎✋︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ☜︎☜︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☝︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✌︎ 😐︎☠︎✋︎☞︎☜︎📬︎

[*”🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎📬︎”, It says before disappearing once more.]

[*Replacing the previous statement, the ink once more takes form.

“💣︎✡︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎✞︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ☟︎⚐︎👌︎👌︎✡︎

✋︎💧︎ ☝︎✌︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎

🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

🕈︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎

✋︎☠︎☝︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎📬︎”]

[*It awaits your response.]

(Gardening? That sounded like fun! Quickly, Aqua wrote back her response)

✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎☠︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎✍︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎⚐︎✍︎

(She took out her knife and put it on the table, waiting for any sort of sign from her penpal)

[*”✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎📪︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎” it says, inked words making its way onto the paper.]

[*It continued,

“☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎,

❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎

⚐︎😐︎✍︎”.]

[*How fun! How joyous. Group gardening is always a wonderful bonding experience.]

[*It awaits your response.]

[*The paper is cold.]

(A game with only two rules? Sounded like a lot of fun! Aqua got a bit jealous now, Seth must’ve been having fun with the mister in that tunnel without her!)

(Hastily, she wrote back.)

❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✏︎ ✋︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎✏︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎✍︎

(She spun the pen in her hand now, she couldn’t wait for the mister’s next response! This would be fun!)

[*The notepad smiled.]

[*Smiled? Notepads can’t smile. Perhaps it was the pen, then? Or the ink inside? No matter—your penpal had smiled back.]

[*”🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎✏︎” It read, smiling upon you.]

[*The text disappeared, like water drying in the sun, before continuing,

“✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☼︎🕆︎👍︎❄︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✌︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎

✌︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎⚐︎☠︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎

☟︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ☜︎☹︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☼︎🕆︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎🏱︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎☠︎🏱︎✌︎☹︎

⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✏︎

👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎✍︎”.]

[*The ink is starting to run out near the end. He sure wrote a lot.]

[*Do not worry; it will be back.]

(Being used to flowery’s shenanigans, Aqua wasn’t surprised to see a smile on her note pad. Though it only helped make her more excited to play!)

(After flapping her sleeves a bit, she picked up the pen and hastily wrote down a reply, her smile only growing as her penpal told her about the game.)

✡︎☜︎💧︎✏︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📪︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎☼︎☜︎❄︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎✏︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎✋︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✏︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎✍︎

(Aqua grabbed her knife, and drew a crudely drawn angler fish on the handle. She wanted to replace the carving from the old knife she’d been given.)

[*And thus, it begins. Playtime! It surely will be a scavenger hunt to remember.]

[*Once the text is again removed, it flows as if the pen was full, explaining your first clue—

“❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ✋︎❄︎☜︎💣︎

⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎📫︎👌︎✌︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎👍︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☹︎✋︎💧︎❄︎🖴︎

✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👎︎

✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👌︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎

🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎💣︎🕆︎☠︎✋︎👍︎✌︎❄︎☜︎

✋︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎📬︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ ☪︎☜︎☼︎⚐︎

❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☜︎💣︎🏱︎❄︎✡︎ 💧︎☹︎✌︎❄︎☜︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎

✋︎☞︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎📬︎”.]

[*Small, at the bottom it continues. It’s hard to make out as the ink starts to run dry down here.]

“🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☼︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎

🕈︎📬︎👎︎📬”.]

(It took Aqua a good minute to think about it. Something that can bend and fold, used to communicate, and grows cold? Well the only thing she was using to talk to him was paper… with the cold paper and hot ink… oh, paper! He needed paper!)

(She quickly looked around, grabbing one of Seth’s spare notebooks before carefully tearing out some of the pages, hoping they wouldn’t care too much to find them missing.)

(She walked back to the paper from before, putting the spare pages to the side, before once again writing on the paper.)

👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ 🏱︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎☼︎✍︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎💧︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✍︎