September Catch-All

[friendlyflower]

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)

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[bladeofnymeia]

[The heroes fucked up, Flowey! They so fucked up!

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.]