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bottlecaplogs2025-09-07 02:35 pm
friendlyflower) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-09-07 02:35 pm
September Catch-All
Who: Flowey & Emporio, Anasui, Akechi, Firoza, and maybe YOU!
What: Quests, discussing Theories, hearing stories, and rumors of a certain boy's birthday (aka-- I decided Flowey's birthday is on the Undertale anniversary, September 15th)
Where: Furnace Mountain, in & around Death Blood Murder Skull Town
When: Throughout September
Warnings: Potential Pokemon battling (violence/injury), Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)
What: Quests, discussing Theories, hearing stories, and rumors of a certain boy's birthday (aka-- I decided Flowey's birthday is on the Undertale anniversary, September 15th)
Where: Furnace Mountain, in & around Death Blood Murder Skull Town
When: Throughout September
Warnings: Potential Pokemon battling (violence/injury), Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)
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But still, he resolved to try being nicer. He puts on a smile.
... Golly, she made the trek away from her precious Froslass cult just to be here. That's nice, isn't it? All for someone like him.]
Nameday, huh? [That's funny to him. He chose his name on a completely different day. ... but, he's not going to say that.] Gee, thanks, Firoza!
[He puts on the hat. It smothers his leaves a little, but it is warm. That will be useful going forward.]
... Thanks for making it out here. I know it's a real trip.
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[Just hitched along with a supply run or something, it's fine.]
Besides - it's going to be cold soon, isn't it? And since you're a plant, I thought to myself, you might need this sooner rather than later. Apologies that my knitting isn't nearly as skillful as it could be...
[Weavers do be out here learning everything, but Nidoran paws are not the best for it, especially when most of her focus has been on refining sewing and embroidery techniques.]
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Knitting? Was that your hobby in your downtime from killing godlike monsters or whatever?
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[If she never picked up a blade, she'd probably be a seamstress properly.]
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[They had looked so peaceful for a while. He would usually prefer to draw and color, himself. He wonders how long it's been since he was able to do that.]
You oughta make one for yourself, too! It sure is gonna get chilly! But you might need to leave a hole for that stinger you've got.
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[The nice version of the tale.]
Oh - I can do that! What sort of tale would you like to hear?
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[Thinks. Thinks...]
Would you fancy a tale, then, of the Sin Eaters of the First?
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cw: shadowbringers body horror
The tale Firoza weaves starts out typical. A band of intrepid heroes who adventure forth across the realm, doing good and raising the spirits of the people. Combatting the forces of darkness and laying them low...
But 'twas to a point where the light - all that was seen as good - roiled and writhed, bursting forth from the earth itself to consume it in an unrelenting flood.
Everything the light touched became barren. Stagnant. In a stasis, where strife could not come from. And though that flood was halted, only just kept from swallowing a world whole, from the wastes came creatures formed of that selfsame light, creatures and people twisted into alabaster beings. Ruthless. Unrelenting. Unrepentant. For who could find fault with they who had ascended such?
Sin Eaters, they became known as, for lashing out at the people who yet clung to life. Devoured them for their life force, or wounded them so badly, suffused their prey with enough light that their own bodies began to change, burning up from the inside. Skin going white and waxy. Voices lost, limbs lethargic. Eyes bright, ichor dripping from the mouth as they became swathed in web-like, feathered coccoons only to emerge as Sin Eaters anew, to continue the cycle and prey on those who defied the light's decree.
Firoza doesn't tell it nearly as well as it's explained, but the body horror's definitely conveyed. Almost as if at least one or two those symptoms were...viscerally familiar.]
...I tell you this, to tell you the tale of Tesleen, and her ultimate fate. Do you still wish to go on?
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Obviously!!!
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She abridges the tale from the truth - because it's a bit unwieldy, explaining the Crystal Exarch, and her own summons to the first. She just frames it as "arriving in a strange land to find my friends", and paints a picture of a red-orange desert at the edge of what remained of creation. A frozen wave of light, ominous and ever present. And a makeshift sort of hospice protected by rock formations, for those whose encounter with the Light left them with a slow decline into oblivion.
How people cared for the afflicted, offered them as long a life as they could live until there was little time left, and then gave them a peaceful death, as themselves.
Tesleen was one of those people. Kind, gentle, but resolute and strong. Never giving up, someone who never stopped hoping for a change. For the people here to be able to heal someday.]
...But it was not to be. A young charge went wandering out into the desert, and when she went to rescue him, a Sin Eater struck her from behind, and the transformation...the child showed no emotion as the woman who had cared for him collapsed onto the ground, ichor pouring from her orifices, face and body contorting until the cocoon of the sin eaters enveloped her...until she emerged a nightmare thing, alabastor and misshapen limbs, the last vestiges of humanity crying weakly out as she fled to terrorize the people she once sought to heal...
[Firoza lowers her head and closes her eyes. It is a sad tale. Sadder still, from the truth of it. She can still feel Alisaie's pain as the young woman raged and wept over the loss of her friend.]