#scirephysica

[isolaradiale]

okay well, i'd like to put gaster (undertale) on hiatus, today's date is 10th september

Placed on hiatus for you!

– ⋆ canopus.

[ultimorals]

BY ALL REGARDS, HE SHOULD HAVE avoided the school life like a plague. and why wouldn't he? death crept up in every corner of his life, friends dying —- so why then ( arms folded together, hugging his chest ) does he stand before one of the many schooling establishments of the island? habit, perhaps, for he studied DILIGENTLY, even on vacation days. it is all he's ever known, all he's ever willed himself to know. to prove himself that he can succeed via sheer willpower alone. the heavy lump in his throat is pushed back with a single gulp. harsh and vile thoughts swim to the forefront of his mind, tired gaze THREATENING to end it all, to give in to reality.

clang!

jolting, tension pushed aside, shoulder blades lowering as CLUMSY steps skitter back from the sharp noise. monokuma's executions are not pretty things to behold. never have been. harsh metal, scraping of nails to chalkboard, nothing at all that speaks of finesse or grace. just pure CACOPHONY. eyes whip towards the sudden sounds, red and bloodshot, gaunt and dead —-

❝h-hey! what are you doing there?❞

when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy, a voice run ragged and raw on his own tears and screams. instinctual is the one true way to describe his movements, quick footsteps calling into question the stranger's MORALITY. far from a unique behaviour, for he's well practiced in catching teens skipping class or hiding their drug practices. he is, after all, the moral compass.

( fat lot of good that is. the killing game still began. the school's tiles still ran red with blood. )

the behaviour in question that he called out? an undoubtedly suspicious one! the creature having slipped over a chain link fence clearly marked ‘ NO TRESPASSING: STAFF ONLY ’ and with arms laden full of a box containing what taka could only deem suspicious looking objects! surely! this creature intends harm upon the students of this school!

and what sort of ULTIMATE would he be not to make use of who he is? hand outstretched, finger pointing!

❝explain yourself!❞

[rexerrat]

@scirephysica / s.c.

{ 👑 } A WARM LIGHT RESTS WITHIN THE depths of his chest, or perhaps that is simply a strange and unintended side effect of the wings he now bears. Large, leather, and flapping they currently are, a STURDY pair of webbed membrane stretched between clawed tips of sinew. He wouldn't deny this - it feels natural. Memories flood to the forefront of when he last bore wings such as this. A thrill, truly, to have a means of OVERCOMING his fears.

FEET TOUCH DOWN BEFORE THE ONE who helped make it all come true. He bows, an obnoxiously deep flourish with his cape and all. Gangrel winks, he's too arrogant to express his thankful nature ALOUD, and too SMART not to rub his newfound courage in Gaster's nose. It brings him more happiness than he could express to overcome his fears, even if they will surely return once the wings are off. A sharp hand clasps Gaster's shoulder, pulling his friend in close. ❝So buddy, you gonna take a FLIGHT too?❞

[bulletrein]

        ❝DO YA HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT'S goin' on?❞ a familiar face is pulled from the crowd, born of DESPERATION if nothing else. barret worries about the going ons of this city ; those costumes themselves seem normal enough, that is until someone almost singed his vest clean off with a fiery sneeze. halloween isn't a thing where he's from ; similar holidays, certainly, but it still isn't the same. barret trusts gaster enough that he believes the skeleton won't pull his leg, even if he does look STRANGER than normally. ❝this city is an odd ‘un.❞

@scirephysica

[techpert]

@scirephysica

Perhaps he’d been a bit too reckless. A product of the conditions, he’d say. After being flung inexplicably into a new realm, his normal precautions were eased ever so slightly. The possibility of that damn bounty of his head being gone gave the man reason to hope for freedom. But just as quick it came, did it disappear. 

Sulking at the end of the alleyway in a corner, a pair of attackers knocked unconscious told the story of what happened. Though he was victorious, they left him badly wounded with a third figure approaching underneath the veil of darkness. Nursing the wound on his arm, he gave a slight stare at the individual. “If you knew what I did, you’d keep your distance.” A buff to keep them away, one that hopefully works.

[elatrednusnas]

@scirephysica liked for a starter!

Now, there’s a face you haven’t seen in a long time. At first, you almost didn’t recognize it altogether. His skull is cracked in several places, his posture is different, and his face...

There’s something aged about it that you can’t quite place. Physically, this was the same skeleton you used to work with. You think. Sure, he’s older than he looked before, but something else on his face strikes you as different. Not as cold, perhaps.

Of course, you put up a hand and wave at him in a lazy hello. You’ve both changed after he disappeared, after all.

Not left. Part of you never thought the man truly left this world. But you did miss him.

|* aren’t you a sight for sore eyesockets. |* you’ve picked one hell of a place to retire.

[dimittere]

stalfos, to his knowledge, have never seemed so refined before. this creature cannot be one, surely, but nonetheless, he cannot find much of another name to assign to the SKELETON. a single eyebrow raises as perhaps he's holding too much eye contact. the creature makes its way towards ganondorf's vicinity, and he could only hold back a SIGH in response. ❝you want me to help you carry your belongings across the lake. do i look like a pack mule to you?❞ how EASILY he could drown the creature and be done with it, but with all these witnesses around —- and, well, SOMETHING could be gained from alliances, however temporary. ❝not often that someone asks a mere FAVOR of me. very well, i shall help.❞

@scirephysica

[tokifausa]

scirephysica liked your post “old man starter call!!! no caps! ”

 “Ah, its the new years? A year has passed already? My...how time moves fast.” for someone like him, the span of a year is very short, but in this city, it seems to have big celebrations that he had missed due to over working himself in the wrong times. 

 “What does one do in the new years...”