#thetruename

[dtrmnation]

{ STARTER CALL }   >>   @thetruename

THEIR STEPS CARRY THEM   through the city at twilight-- it’s nearly dark, and far past the time that a child Frisk’s age should be at home, in bed. Not that they much mind that-- after everything, they’re not particularly concerned. 

Besides that, they’re not the only child out here so late-- with a glance down an alleyway as they pass, they spot a strangely familiar figure. 

Curious, naturally, Frisk steps off the main path into the alley, approaching until they’re sure that it’s who they think it is, then--

“ chara? ”   they call out their-- friend’s? Frisk thinks they’re friends, at least. it’s a little complicated-- name, quietly but hopefully loud enough to stir them if they’re asleep.   “ you’re here too? ”

Frown crosses their features as they pause, a short distance from Chara, tilting their head inquisitively.  “ what are you doing out here? ”

[antagonyaist]

@thetruename​ - spiralefes starter

Catra was thrown from the back door of the Chillin Villain. She found out, even drunk, she still landed on her feet. She landed, took two steps, and then leaned over and spilled her guts out in a trash can. It wasn’t graceful. It was a disgrace, actually. 

She raised her head as she was wiping her mouth and saw, two red eyes staring at her. 

“Hey, what are you even doing here, kid? Don’t you know this is where all the garbage hangs out?” 

Catra said. She crouched down to get on eye level with the kid in front of her. She was a kid too, she was just a little bit taller than him. Her body had grown taller, and more agile, but she didn’t know if she had really grown up because inside of her she had the same hurt feelings from when she was a kid and she never planned on letting go.  

The kid looked like a ghost. The only color on their face was their blushing cheeks, and they smiled pleasantly, but without any emotion, like a painted on smile. Catra was going to ask what grave they crawled out of to get here, but she decided no, she did not need to bully this twelve year old. What was a twelve year old doing in an alleyway behind a bar anyway? Well, Catra had done worse things when she was twelve. 

She noticed their eyes. Sharp as a knife. 

Catra’s fur bristled slightly, but she just smiled showing her teeth. She crossed her arms over her knees as she crouched. “Jeez kid, what’s your damage? You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.”

Her smile became more pronounced, almost smug. 

“I mean, I am - but it’s still kind of rude.” 

[spiderstaff]

@thetruename​

It’s getting late, and Kay’s on her way home from a long day of hanging out at the festival. And while the dark doesn’t scare her, the city can get pretty dangerous at night... might be best to head to Mr. Barry’s house just to be safe. She keeps to herself as she walks, never veering off the path until her eyes are drawn to a familiar figure along the way.

“Chara...?” Something seems a little off about them, but Kay can’t get a good look at their face to see exactly what’s up. Are they wearing a costume, maybe? Still, she stops, taking a few steps toward them.

“H-hey, are you going to Dad’s house? I’m heading there too, we can walk home together if you want.”

[fogfiend]

@thetruename​

“Ahah, I knew there’d be plenty of kids here, but... I really couldn’t pass up free food...” And candy is a food, he’ll argue this to his grave (or somebody else’s). He’s currently eating a pillow, which is woven licorice filled with cotton candy. “Especially when my budget’s as bad as it is already!”

He tucks the pillow into a bag before reaching for a book on the coffee table near the sofa he’d stolen the pillow from, and gives it a test bite. ... It’s a book. “... So this is real...” Adachi mumbles, slowly putting it back on the table and looking around for anyone who might’ve seen him -- he makes eye contact with someone.

“............” Busted for looking like a buffoon.

[redlichbluelich]

[Muse Trust Test]

@thetruename​ said: ❤

❤  I think I trust you, but I am still cautious around you.

“Y’know what? That’s about the best I could hope for from you, given the circumstances. I’m honored.”

[patiencethin]

   Normally sweets weren’t something he particularly craved, instead preferring things more cooked hot and savory, but the smell of something fresh and warm that wafted out from within a bakery on the Star Trail had Jacket shuffling in, flinching at the loud ring of a bell at the door that announced his presence.

   The little old woman standing behind the counter just gave him a warning look that he didn’t understand, and he stared back, offering nothing more than a small shrug back at her before turning to look at the boxes of pies, cakes, and pastries that lined the shelves. He wasn’t the kind of person to rob people, if that was what she was worried about.

   Staring at the shelves didn’t dissolve whatever tension he held being in the small space. To anyone else it might’ve been cozy; to him it was cramped, feeling far too much like a bull in a china shop than a customer.

   It didn’t seem like he was alone in here either. He heard boxes being shifted around behind one of the shelves, out of sight from both him and the woman at the counter. Slowly, he leaned behind the wooden frames of the shelving only to find...

Ah.

   That kid from the arena. Eating straight out of the boxes, it seemed. They weren’t exactly stealthy about it either, but they seemed to be having fun digging with their hands into... What, was that a cake or something?

   He scuffed his shoe on the tiles in an effort of making a noise to grab their attention. You’ve been found out.

|| @thetruename​ || Closed starter

[redlichbluelich]

Boss ☭ (fight me dad)

[Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse]

Battle Theme: the hermit

Battle intro: “You’re in my way.”

Victory: “Don’t come back.”

Defeat: The scream that leaves him is very, very far from human.

Assist: “What, are you trying to get on my good side? I don’t have one anymore.”

Taunt: “This will hurt. I won’t warn you again.”

Reacting to Taunt: “Well, you thought wrong. It happens.”

Tie: “Please leave.”

Perfect Victory: “This work is--” Sparks fly off him, and his very form shudders violently. “It--It--It’s too important--it’s too important to--to let some kid jeopardize it. It’s for--this--this is for the best.”

[fogfiend]

@thetruename​

Finally, a bit of a break in terms of money... or whatever the hell they call it here. It works a lot like home, at least. And with that money, that means it’s time for him to actually treat himself.

Adachi maneuvers through the crowds at the Star Trail with his usual ‘can-disappear-into-the-background’ ability, easily weaving through because he’d spent a good chunk of time doing that back in the city. His city. His home.

... He aimlessly wanders. Drifting here, and there, and he has to stop so he doesn’t barrel into someone shorter. Someone... whose appearance scratches in the back of his head.

“Oh,” he says flatly on recognition. His ‘mask’ is still partially on. Not enough for him to apologize, but enough to be faintly annoyed. “Geez, be careful.” You weren’t looking, chastises the voice attached to his soul, and there’s a soft hmph that escapes the ex-cop.