DETERMINATION

PC/Frisk rp blog for Eo Alias: DETERMINATION Lvl. 1 Soulful Pacifist (*Looking at this completed blog and knowing you will soon use it to write fills you with determination.)

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

we all bleed the same

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

‘Peachy’ is the snarky response sitting on his tongue, the kind of voice he has to reign in for others’ sakes. The first thought is never the one that makes it out. He’s good at hiding those, forcing them back down into his subconscious where all the ugliness resides.

“I’m doing all right. People need someone to lead. I’ve a bit of experience with that.”

It’s exhausting but he can’t place the burden on anyone else. Anyone else might collapse under the pressure. Him, he buckles up and stands up taller. Doesn’t hurt that he gets thrust on the pedestal with the best view.

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* ‘People need someone to lead’. You swear you’ve heard that before. Probably in another failed timeline. Regardless it sticks out to you and you remember a giant monster.

* One who apologized before trying to take your soul. One who had stolen 6 others in the same way. You shift uncomfortably.

* “Are you sure? I know... that uhm you might feel like you have to lead and do things, hard things on your own but...”

* You see Asgore turn to dust in the back corner of your mind.

* “You’re going to let other people help you right? You.. you might have experience but.. you can’t do it all. Not in a situation like this..”

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

we all bleed the same

A pervasive sense of hopelessness fills the complex. Even the NPCs are huddled in the building, crying and bemoaning their fates. Few players are brave enough to venture out either; Yu listens to them with bated breath as he polishes the bits of metal they’ve been fastening to pipes and bats and anything else that only needs one hand to utilize.

The image of Frisk, innocent and pacifistic, flashes through his mind. Yu sets his work down on the desk and reaches up for his forehead, wincing in mild pain. A migraine’s set in from the strain of their circumstances. He doesn’t dare take medication for it, though. Someone else can put it to better use.

With an awkward shuffle to his step, he excuses himself from the chaos and despair. Down the stairs he goes, wishing there was a place for him to clear his head. But nowhere’s safe.

The stairs go nowhere: Floors 5 and 6 are trapped by rubble and barbed wire. Sometimes, Yu can still hear the groaning of the monsters between those abandoned flights. He rubs at his eyes. Even so, sitting where he won’t become a fire hazard is comforting in its own way.

“–? Oh. How are you holding up?”

@tainteddetermination

[tainteddetermination-blog]

*(You hear footsteps and your heart skips a beat... but they’re not a shambling gait. They’re human.)

* You pull your knees to your chest and bury your head in your arms.

* (You feel as though this is some nightmare. Your courage is failing you. Looking at the new monsters paralyzes you and causes some new meter to drop. You can’t spare them. You can’t reach them. Something told you that in your first encounter with one.)

* (You still can’t bring yourself to harm one though, not directly. You promised yourself to not be killed by one, but can you run forever?)

* (Your determination is reaching low levels.)

* (You recognize the voice and concern, and peek out from your ball.)

* “Hi. I... I’m ok I guess. I’m tired but I can’t sleep.”

* (You feel as though something sinister would happen if you did.)

* “How are you? I mean, you know.. aside from most of this I guess.”

[watsonians-old-blog]

She’s–

frantic.

She wipes sweaty palms off her creasing skirt, swallows something– hard in her throat, but it lodges in her stomach and sinks deep into her insides, and–

Iris checks her information. She hopes that– something’ll be different, somehow, that this has– ended– but she’s not surprised when she’s received with static and the three meters, once again.

Her hunger is dangerously low.

That’s not a good thing. Not that it isn’t obvious. Horrid that she has– nothing now, not even her pistol, she’s locked out of everything and she’s too pathetic to– just– she doesn’t know, craft something up and just kill to survive instead of penting herself up in darkness as she watches her life whittle away.

But she’s a– coward. Looks for other ways. Ransacking turns up nothing– everything nearby are disgustingly vacant, and she can’t bring herself to leave and venture out. Plants are outside, and something rattles in her bones whenever she thinks of that option, but she suspects sometime soon she’s going to have to, if she’s going to survive. No one’s willing to work with her– and maybe it’s her, too– because she’s a kid, and– she’s incompetent, because she’s a kid–

Dearest. She glaces at her sanity.

…she’ll have to work on that one too.

She’s standing on blood, and something reels back in her mind– but she continues, because– she’s got no other choice. Thinks she doesn’t, at least, but it isn’t as if she can just do something else. And–

A voice catches her attention.

Frisk…?

Puzzles. Friends. A way out.

Iris turns, joyous– a way out a friend an ally someone I can work with I don’t have to be alone anymore– and she stops.

…something’s off.

「 …Frisk? Is… is that really you?」

Is it? She can’t be sure. Maybe it’s the sanity speaking for her– thinking for her– maybe she’s truly gone mad. Maybe it’s finally gotten to her and she’s seeing no one– hearing no one– but– she needs to make sure.

…something’s off.

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* (She seems frantic, but so has everyone else so far. It doesn’t matter, if offering her some support means I can use her as a shield or bait later then it’s worth it for now.)

* (I don’t know if her sanity is affecting her vision or if she’s really that observant, but she doubts I’m Frisk. It’s more or less accurate. Am I him because I own his soul? Philosophy never interested me too much.)

* “Y-yeah it’s me. Are you ok? You look like you’ve been freaking out.. Do you need some supplies? I managed to gather some..”

* (Looting has its uses, but I won’t tell her where  exactly I looted. I don’t tink she’ll take it well.)

* “It’s really me, Iris. Is.. Is your sanity meter low or something?”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

@watsonians

* (Everything is dying all around me.)

* (What a novel sight, or it would be if I hadn’t been de-powered so much.)

* (It doesn’t matter. I have a handmade axe.)

* (I haven’t run into many other survivors. The ones I have were useless, better off dead and their supplies in more capable hands. It’s surprising how easily people trust and underestimate a child, even when they wield a bloody axe.)

* (I should build another one soon, or maybe a knife. They can be less messy... they’re also my favorite.)

* (A flash of pink hair catches my attention. That’s the girl Frisk had tried to befriend isn’t it? Unfortunately for her, he’s not here right now, but she seemed competent, maybe she’ll be useful.)

* I walk across the bloodied field in her direction giving a frantic wave.

* (My acting should be up to snuff. If not, well...)

* “I-Iris! Over here!”

* (She doesn’t have to be breathing to be helpful.)

[tainteddetermination-blog]

Here’s an event rp ad eyyyy

so frisk will be in one of two modes because of his tainted soul. He’ll be the same as always but sad and a little freaked out

or he will be trying to kill most everything in his path with a makeshift axe. He can team up but if he deems you useless outside of your stuff...

like this post and i’ll ask you which one you wanna go with. cap’s 2-3 and they’ll probably be a little short.

[swallowcratsvally-blog]

Glitch: [SANDWICH BOSS.exe]

“H-huuuhhh…?!” Ducking down under the counter in retreat, Swallow was almost appalled at the fact that his dinner had actually turned on him and took a good chunk of his health away from its bar. Wasn’t this supposed to be a violence free area?! (Or so you’d hope.)

What was more strange about this situation is that nothing out of the ordinary had happened prior to the crisis. The pub that Swallow faithfully attended on a normal basis was filled with regulars he had come to recognize, right down to what they ate and drink. He ordered his favorite and sat with bated anticipation as he leaned comfortably on the wooden counter top.  … That’s when the abnormality occurred.  As soon as Swallow received his meal and hastily reached down to dig in, was he unable to grab ahold of his food; instead, it stood upright on its platter and proceeded to smack him across the face. Much to Swallow’s own chagrin, he even saw stars for a moment. Fast forward five minutes later, and here is the scene that all bared to witness: a rogue sandwich that began to terrorize all that occupied the pub. And worse yet, its own health bar seemed ridiculously high for something so obscene, and a viciously high thirst for battle.. “I… I just wanted dinner..”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* (You’re just trying to eat your spaghetti when the rogue subwich appeared. Chaos ensues. You calmly finish your meal, ducking thrown items and patrons, before getting up and walking over.)

* (You face the rogue subwich with no plans for violence despite his, ah, murdery nature. You’re filled with determination.)

* (For your first turn, you simply check the monster for any info and prepare yourself for an attack.)

[felisinfernus-deactivated201604]

This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, horribly, awfully, and utterly wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. Why wasn’t be returned to Flowey’s form? Why was he… himself? It was too much, and Asriel couldn’t understand how, when, what, and especially why he’s… alive, so to speak.

He couldn’t understand why he was in a game (at least, it looks like one, but that only made things more confusing), and the goat-monster just felt… Lost, in this unfamiliar world. But the sudden voice that calls out his name made the kid tense up. He knew that voice. And when he turned around, his mind felt like it was about to explode.

“F-F… Frisk…” Small tears began to well up in Asriel’s eyes, his throat choking up. “…Why am I still alive?”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* (Asriel looks at you and he’s meeker than he was. There is no taller form or rainbow stars; right now he is simply the lost monster child you heard about. You relax a little, but you’re just as confused as he is about the situation. Why wouldn’t he be alive? 

* (Does this have something to do with his flowey form? You’re really unsure, but you’ve never seen the malicious and cunning plant act this way. Somehow he has a soul again? You can only piece together the truth with what you’ve discovered travelling the underground and learning about its history and secrets.)

* (First things first though. You cautiously walk up to him, trying not to startle him or be caught off guard yourself, reach out and.... squeeze his shoulder consolingly.)

* “I.. don’t know. I don’t know how we got here either. I’m sorry. But... You don’t feel anyone else’s soul right? Maybe.. the ‘game’ has something to do with it?”

* (You swallow hard with hesitation, but push forward determined.)

* “To be honest Asriel... the last thing I remember is.. you being bigger and uh.. fighting me.”

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

“Truth be told, I don’t think there was anything remotely normal about what you said.”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* You blink blankly in shock before casting a sheepish gaze to the ground.

* “Oh r-really? I.. I guess I wasn’t making too much sense then...”

* (You feel really embarrassed for some reason. It’s slowly beginning to dawn on you that probably no one will understand what’s happened to you. They’ve never been to the underground.)

* You rub your arm in a self-comforting gesture.

* “Sorry... I-I think I know how to make it the normal way too though.”

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[watsonians-old-blog]

「Really now? Well… what about mysteries? Mysteries are quite wonderful, you know…! Writing them is one thing, I suppose, but having a hand in one is quite the experience, I must say— and I doubt they have many typewriters here, much less a use for them… but, they’re like puzzles, almost, don’t you think…?」

Iris shuffles her feet, unable to look her companion in the eye, instead directing them at her feet as if they’re somehow more intriguing than the conversation before her. She finds herself uncharacteristically… uncomfortable? No— that’s too strong. A bit… distressing, almost. In a way. She’s worried that this isn’t normal, that this isn’t natural for a ten year old. Before it’s nothing she had to worry about— never even met another, in fact, instead being admired by her social peers and fussing over work and Sherlock— but she’s thrown into the kind of situation she should be comfortable in, quite frankly, and she feels a bit… on edge, almost.

Erk. Not very good. At least she could learn from this experience, yes…?

「But, well… I haven’t explored much, really, so I wouldn’t know… hm. Maybe… maybe getting to know each other would be fun…? A friend of mine back home introduced herself and we had a lot of fun at supper…! Oh! So! Well… my name is Iris Watson! And you are…?」

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* You give her a patient smile.

* “Mysteries are cool. I read them sometimes when I got the chance.”

* (Some people would also classify the underground and its secrets as mysterious, but you loved it anyway.)

* “They are, like a good logic riddle... Well when all the clues are provided of course.”

* (She looks so nervous and you feel guilty all of a sudden. There’s no unhug option in this game is there? Maybe she’s just like you, with limited experience on interacting with human children your own age.)

* (Hurrah for kindred spirits?)

* “It’s ok, I haven’t been exploring much either. But yeah.. making friends is always fun.”

* (You remember your platonic date with Papyrus and your cooking lesson with Undyne and your smile grows bigger.)

* “My name’s Frisk. Just Frisk. Nice to meet you Iris.”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

@onlydreemurr

* (There hasn’t been a familiar face in this place since you arrived. None of your friends got pulled here with you. Is that good? Or are they trapped no matter what? It’s a little depressing to think about to be honest, but you keep going.)

* (You stay determined.)

* (It’s really hard to tell if it’s lucky turn of events or not when you spot him, though. After all, the last thing you remember is your confrontation, but you still steel yourself and approach him, expression pleasantly neutral as always.)

* “Hi... Asriel.”

*  (You can clearly see his username, but you disregard it. You already know his true identity)

[jithrill]

“Yeah, fighting hats is kind of silly. But I guess that’s how games go. They’re not supposed to make sense.”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* “Oh.. I just kinda meant...”

* Your voice trails off.

* (You remember that these conversations about your ‘non-fighting’ habits always seem to baffle the other person. You try saying something else.)

* “I’m sort of used to things not making sense. At least it keeps things interesting.”

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

“Um. What?”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* You cock your head confused.

* “What ‘what’? Did I say something weird?”

* (It doesn’t occur to you in the moment that your definition of weird has definitely been warped by the underground.)

[jithrill]

“Just that silly top hat everyone else seemed to score. It doesn’t look very good on me, so I might just forget I even have it.”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* “Yeah I only got this hat too. But I like wearing random clothing. It’s fun.”

* (You take off the hat and examine it, twirling it around in your hands.)

* “I didn’t really want to fight the monsters for them anyway.”

[shujinkoubanchou-blog]

“Yeah, but who’s cleaning up after your mess?”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* “No one, we just let the fire live in the house. It didn’t burn down! It just has fire living in it now.”

* “The owner seemed ok with it. She helped cause it after all.”

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Colette nodded as she found the trading menu. This was a lot more complicated than she though it would be. With that transaction over with, she could move onto other curiosities.

“That’s amazing that you can talk to them.” she said a little too quickly. “Sorry, I’ve just never heard of anyone that could talk to monsters and get them to listen. They usually jump and attack before you can say anything.” 

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* You furrow your brow some more.

* (You wonder why it’s so different here... why everyone’s so afraid of them attacking. Then again, humans were afraid of monsters back at home too.)

* “Yeah sometimes they do, but in my experience it’s because they’re scared or have a good reason to. And it’s not like I haven’t gotten hurt while doing it. I mean, I wouldn’t really need these potions if not huh?”

* You shrug a little.

* “Sometimes it’s hard to figure out what they want or what works to calm them down, but it’s kind of like a puzzle. I like puzzles... Plus it’s worth it if no one has to die.”

[jithrill]

“A, a ‘top-dog hat’. I’m so impressed I can’t even laugh. That was masterfully executed.”

[tainteddetermination-blog]

* You give a small smile, pleased that the other thought so.

* “Thanks, I learned from one of the best.”

* (Even if that skeleton gives you the eye sometimes. You still wonder why he’s so wary.)

* “Did you get any cool hats?”