* [KRIS] -> @suzillaz
“Why does chalk kinda hit??”

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* [KRIS] -> @suzillaz
“Why does chalk kinda hit??”
@justafluffyboy @suzillaz were sleeping over forever
SUSIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You’re both on thin ice from now on. Best stay out of bopping range.
@suzillaz plotted a starter!
The walk into Castle Town is chilly, a nonexistent wind biting at the tip of Susie’s snout as she sneaks into the Dark World after hours. She finds it barren, still as empty as ever, not even Ralsei in sight.
It’s... strange. Not right. But not exactly wrong either.
Her footsteps echo across the cobblestone as they change course. Maybe she could visit Lancer, right? He’s bound to be some kind of fun...
Except, where there was once a path to door, there is now an expanse of black liquid, infinite and empty.
The chill deepens, dragging at Susie’s bones, but it’s not in a threatening way-- it’s more defensive than anything. A quiet warning that all is not secure here. Even as she approaches the edge of the water, watches it glisten as her reflection appears on its surface, the cold persists.
Susie’s breath fogs up as it passes her lips. She has to blink to shake off the chill.
When she opens her eyes, her reflection is no longer there (was it ever there?), replaced with a human she’s never seen before. They have big, round glasses and they watch her owlishly from behind the bars of a rusty cage.
“...a fox it was // it shook, afraid...
i spoke no words // no sound it made.”
@suzillaz hi susie
@suzillaz used the HALLOWEEN-THEMED STARTERS prompt to say:
❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜
the dining room table of the dreemurr residence is covered with newspaper, somewhat damp from kris and susie’s dark and evil deeds. organs of the felled strewn around their workplace. kris themselves had already tasted some of the guts in their task.
but now comes the grisly part. their favorite kitchen knife, blade shining, lifts itself ever higher. ominously teasing toward destruction, teeth flashing with a horrible smirk, until finally...
THUNK!
kris starts working on their jack-o’-lantern face. their own, filled with a mischievous satisfaction only they may really understand. as for susie, they give a little glance, curiosity taking their attention, and they gesture a knife-ly jab at the air toward her pumpkin. seems like they’re interested in what she’s carving!
@suzillaz | ♡
“ so , susie . a little goat told me you learned a bit of healing magic ? “
he leans a little on the cafe table as he gazed to her , eyes of curious light with a tilt of his head as the darkners around them sat at their respective tables . it was weird seeing some of them again , after he had originally dismissed them as nothing but apparitions of the unconscious mind .
@suzillaz: you cabt TASTE?
I cannot. I was very sick as a child, and lost it.