[They're starting to get into something of a routine, here. Attempts to steal away on their own have been thwarted time and time again- and so Chara stops bothering, putting all their focus into one thing. Their Partner.
This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
[Routines were comforting, in their own way. They gave a sense of purpose even if all it amounted to was simply getting up and washing before wandering.
Additional notes and actions were made and added as he continued to exist in this place. Food and water that could be safely consumed were scarce here, so finding them was top priority. Next a way to restore CP in a way that wasn't merely sleeping. That may involve the Storyteller.
Which in turn meant that whenever the Batter fell asleep, he had to be prepared for the possibility of dreaming.
But it would come into play only later in the day. As for now, the Batter was following the same tale Chara was and exploring the bushes. He had tried one and while the sweetness he tasted was not the same as the vile Sugar from his home, it still made the Batter cough harshly. So no. These would be for someone else.
That meant he was simply exploring at this point and it seems he's not alone. It does not sound particularly hostile but you can never be too careful. Still, while the Batter does not make much noise on his own, the bushes will so Chara will likely have a heads up that someone is approaching.
It's a very familiar shape, still armed with a baseball bat. And the Batter has not completely forgotten Chara's face.]
[The noise certainly gives away the approach of something. Their hand rests over the knife on their hip, expression blank until he steps into view. Speaks.
And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
[Technically, they had also been right. It was a dream; it simply isn't anymore. Calmly, Chara slides their knife from it's sheath, tapping the blade against their thigh.]
Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
[His eyes are on the knife the moment Chara pulls it out. And if they think they can see that, then they will.]
If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
[A job better left to the likes of the Judge or Zacharie, when the man felt so inclined to help in Zone 3. The Batter normally doesn't spare so many words or explanations, but this time he'll make an exception.]
Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
Are words that are difficult to forget. Especially when the person in question has a fond memory tucked away in their heart and is eager to relive that, to share it, and-
It's why the child in question is currently staring down the Batter, cat sitting lazily by her side. As if she's gauging the time he has now by her own terms. The question itself sits on the tip of her tongue-to ask if there's enough free time in his day to warrant an afternoon game of baseball. She doesn't have a glove, but she doesn't need it to throw, probably. A special treasure like that will take a long time to find and they can play again when she does.
Her gaze fixates on him, then to the weird circle(??) nearby, and suddenly her question about time doesn't seem that important. Should she be scared? Do they need to run? And she rushes through various hiding spots in her mind. Places nearby that would be big enough to hide this guy. She can think of some, but-]
[The weird circle in question looks like it's made of pure white energy and is quietly humming. Or at least that's what it sounds like to the Batter. Who knows if Ren can hear it or not.
But at the very least the Batter doesn't appear to be afraid of it. In fact, he seems to be very used to it being by his side.]
Alpha. My Add-On.
[Which...probably answers very little. However Alpha seems to be taking matters in it's own...hands? Whatever. It's floating a little closer to Ren. See? Not scary. Just here, floating and doing its thing. Not to say Alpha isn't capable of severely harming someone but like always it's under someone's control. The Batter's this time since the Puppeteer isn't here.
The purifier meanwhile just stares back at Ren. While he hasn't forgotten he'd said he would play a game with Ren if he had time, the Batter wasn't a mind reader and doesn't know that's why she's here. So let's get to the point.]
[My Add-On. Of course, Mr. Batter. How could she be so foolish? It's just an add-on. Everyone's got some of those. Add-on. Right.
It's a phrase she tries to place because it sounds like something she's supposed to know, but every attempt to recall add-on yields nothing. Not even a trickle of anything. Maybe it's like a pokemon? Only those have expressions and features and didn't take shapes like that. Not from what she's seen, anyway.
When it moves closer, she eyes the cat by her side who only flicks his tail back and forth in response. He's not poofing up or running away. It's probably fine. Maybe. She's got her little eyes on the Alpha though.]
Did you find time?
[That doesn't sound right, but it gets the point across. U KNOW why she's here.]
[Look, just because he's getting there on 'being good' doesn't mean he's gotten any better at explaining crap. Alpha is Alpha and it works. That's all he asks of the being.
And it's still just chilling. Meanwhile, the Batter understands why she's here. A game. Well...]
I did.
[The Batter has...a lot of time, since there's nothing here that needs to be purified at the moment.]
Do you have a ball?
[Kind of need that too. Also it occurs to the Batter he's going to have to take some practice swings beforehand. He can play a game just fine, it's just he's not used to holding back that much.]
What she does have are ball like items, which clearly show some kind of preparation occurred before she ran into him like this. The bag is thrown to the ground and she pulls a couple items out-
A literal ball of grass pressed together, a coconut, a couple rocks that aren't treasures because they don't shine-
[The Batter is far too used to swinging hard enough to cave in someone's skull and to never hold back. Ren has a ball of grass, a coconut and a couple of rocks.
....maybe the coconut and rocks will be strong enough to survive the impact.]
I may have to practice for a moment.
[i.e, not hit hard enough to A) break those items and B) not run the risk of hitting Ren with something that would hurt her by accident.
She knew these would easily take the place of a ball. They're round-ish?? They're big enough to hit? Maybe batter should be worried about her smacking him in the face with a rock, honestly. Her only pitching experience comes from a short dream sequence.]
[He's been smacked in the face with worse Ren. Life Lesson learned: cripple large birds before fighting them or you'll eat concrete more then once. Thanks Japhet.]
You'll have to stand close.
[Because the Batter isn't optimistic enough to think that'll go far when she throws it. Or...optimistic at all. But whatever. He stands up and Alpha zips back to his side. The bat the Batter uses is pretty dented for some reason but he'll heft it and assume a position that probably a little more professional-looking then a few kids playing a game, but old habits.
[This is it. The moment she's been waiting for. It feels like decades have passed since he agreed to this game and she can't believe it's happening. Patience is a virtue and it served her well. Now to reap her reward!!
She hasn't even thrown the 'ball' yet, but the beaming smile on her face says it all. She has no glove, a clump of grass that won't survive the first impact of his bat and somehow she can't imagine it being any other way.
Stay back, ESP Kitty. Ya gurl's gotta pitch. Alpha must know how the game works already-he's trying to get into position too. Nice.
Anyway, in a shocking turn of events, dreams aren't reality and her throw sucks. Let's see if he can hit that bizarre low-curve ball.]
[Well Ren's reward may be kind of crappy because while the Batter does manage to hit the 'ball' it...
Well, explodes is probably the nicest thing anyone can say about it and the Batter has to awkwardly stop himself from toppling over, too used to connecting with something harder with all his might. Note to self: hold back a lot more. Whoops.]
...try again.
[With something harder, if you can Ren.]
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[Grass explosion or not, he hit the 'ball' and that's worth celebrating. Is that a home run? She can't remember the rules now. It's been a few months since ghosts explained the game.
Try again
Absolutely. Hey batter batter, hey batter batter swing because she just threw a freaking rock at him.]
[Swing and a hit. The Batter manages to hold back enough that he doesn't break it but the rock will still zip past Ren. If she doesn't go after it, Alpha will so don't worry about being down another 'ball'.
This tugs at something the Batter doesn't consciously recognize but can conclude it's amusing on some level.
It's still a warm up so he's not going to run right now. Besides they've got nothing to use as bases. No need to play by the rules just yet.]
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August 22nd - Action =)
This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
It's still you.]
let's kick this party OFF :D
Additional notes and actions were made and added as he continued to exist in this place. Food and water that could be safely consumed were scarce here, so finding them was top priority. Next a way to restore CP in a way that wasn't merely sleeping. That may involve the Storyteller.
Which in turn meant that whenever the Batter fell asleep, he had to be prepared for the possibility of dreaming.
But it would come into play only later in the day. As for now, the Batter was following the same tale Chara was and exploring the bushes. He had tried one and while the sweetness he tasted was not the same as the vile Sugar from his home, it still made the Batter cough harshly. So no. These would be for someone else.
That meant he was simply exploring at this point and it seems he's not alone. It does not sound particularly hostile but you can never be too careful. Still, while the Batter does not make much noise on his own, the bushes will so Chara will likely have a heads up that someone is approaching.
It's a very familiar shape, still armed with a baseball bat. And the Batter has not completely forgotten Chara's face.]
It's you.
Re: let's kick this party OFF :D
And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
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[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
How were things to go this time?]
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Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
And are your intentions still the same as prior?
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If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
If not....if not...
Then the Batter will sleep, once again.]
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[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
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Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
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[Their smile widens. He must truly dislike having to deal with them, then.]
So you would consider yourself some kind of savior, then. Capable of deciding what is allowed to belong and what is simply...not meant to be.
[How conceited of him.]
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If it is what God wills.
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
So be it.]
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[God never willed you anything, Batter. You did what you chose to do, and nothing more.
But they aren't about to make that argument. Not now.]
Might I offer you some humble advice, sir?
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But advice is advice. If they had something worth hearing then he'll listen.]
Sure.
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[They state it bluntly- a matter of fact, not to be contradicted.]
The variety of people here ensures that there will always be someone better than you; if they aren't here now, I have no doubt they will be soon.
Acting without forethought will ensure your continued demise.
[Take it from someone who's already been here, Batter. There's no win to find in this world. Home-runs are impossible.]
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12/13 Action
Are words that are difficult to forget. Especially when the person in question has a fond memory tucked away in their heart and is eager to relive that, to share it, and-
It's why the child in question is currently staring down the Batter, cat sitting lazily by her side. As if she's gauging the time he has now by her own terms. The question itself sits on the tip of her tongue-to ask if there's enough free time in his day to warrant an afternoon game of baseball. She doesn't have a glove, but she doesn't need it to throw, probably. A special treasure like that will take a long time to find and they can play again when she does.
Her gaze fixates on him, then to the weird circle(??) nearby, and suddenly her question about time doesn't seem that important. Should she be scared? Do they need to run? And she rushes through various hiding spots in her mind. Places nearby that would be big enough to hide this guy. She can think of some, but-]
What's that?
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But at the very least the Batter doesn't appear to be afraid of it. In fact, he seems to be very used to it being by his side.]
Alpha. My Add-On.
[Which...probably answers very little. However Alpha seems to be taking matters in it's own...hands? Whatever. It's floating a little closer to Ren. See? Not scary. Just here, floating and doing its thing. Not to say Alpha isn't capable of severely harming someone but like always it's under someone's control. The Batter's this time since the Puppeteer isn't here.
The purifier meanwhile just stares back at Ren. While he hasn't forgotten he'd said he would play a game with Ren if he had time, the Batter wasn't a mind reader and doesn't know that's why she's here. So let's get to the point.]
Do you need something?
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It's a phrase she tries to place because it sounds like something she's supposed to know, but every attempt to recall add-on yields nothing. Not even a trickle of anything. Maybe it's like a pokemon? Only those have expressions and features and didn't take shapes like that. Not from what she's seen, anyway.
When it moves closer, she eyes the cat by her side who only flicks his tail back and forth in response. He's not poofing up or running away. It's probably fine. Maybe. She's got her little eyes on the Alpha though.]
Did you find time?
[That doesn't sound right, but it gets the point across. U KNOW why she's here.]
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And it's still just chilling. Meanwhile, the Batter understands why she's here. A game. Well...]
I did.
[The Batter has...a lot of time, since there's nothing here that needs to be purified at the moment.]
Do you have a ball?
[Kind of need that too. Also it occurs to the Batter he's going to have to take some practice swings beforehand. He can play a game just fine, it's just he's not used to holding back that much.]
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What she does have are ball like items, which clearly show some kind of preparation occurred before she ran into him like this. The bag is thrown to the ground and she pulls a couple items out-
A literal ball of grass pressed together, a coconut, a couple rocks that aren't treasures because they don't shine-
Prepared thy name is Ren.]
I have these things.
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....maybe the coconut and rocks will be strong enough to survive the impact.]
I may have to practice for a moment.
[i.e, not hit hard enough to A) break those items and B) not run the risk of hitting Ren with something that would hurt her by accident.
This is fine.]
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She knew these would easily take the place of a ball. They're round-ish?? They're big enough to hit? Maybe batter should be worried about her smacking him in the face with a rock, honestly. Her only pitching experience comes from a short dream sequence.]
Okay! I'll throw this grass and you can practice.
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You'll have to stand close.
[Because the Batter isn't optimistic enough to think that'll go far when she throws it. Or...optimistic at all. But whatever. He stands up and Alpha zips back to his side. The bat the Batter uses is pretty dented for some reason but he'll heft it and assume a position that probably a little more professional-looking then a few kids playing a game, but old habits.
Let's see what you've got Ren.]
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She hasn't even thrown the 'ball' yet, but the beaming smile on her face says it all. She has no glove, a clump of grass that won't survive the first impact of his bat and somehow she can't imagine it being any other way.
Stay back, ESP Kitty. Ya gurl's gotta pitch. Alpha must know how the game works already-he's trying to get into position too. Nice.
Anyway, in a shocking turn of events, dreams aren't reality and her throw sucks. Let's see if he can hit that bizarre low-curve ball.]
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Well, explodes is probably the nicest thing anyone can say about it and the Batter has to awkwardly stop himself from toppling over, too used to connecting with something harder with all his might. Note to self: hold back a lot more. Whoops.]
...try again.
[With something harder, if you can Ren.]
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[Grass explosion or not, he hit the 'ball' and that's worth celebrating. Is that a home run? She can't remember the rules now. It's been a few months since ghosts explained the game.
Try again
Absolutely. Hey batter batter, hey batter batter swing because she just threw a freaking rock at him.]
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This tugs at something the Batter doesn't consciously recognize but can conclude it's amusing on some level.
It's still a warm up so he's not going to run right now. Besides they've got nothing to use as bases. No need to play by the rules just yet.]
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