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entranceway2016-10-07 03:55 pm
determinedest) wrote in entranceway2016-10-07 03:55 pm
Entry tags:
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- legends of tomorrow: leonard snart,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- off: zacharie,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- steven universe: connie maheswaran,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: napstablook,
- undertale: sans
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[Based on the shot of the grass and the surrounding floral backdrop, it's clear that the feed has switched on in the garden. The phone itself is buried in the grass, tilted at such an angle that the back of Frisk's head is visible as they bend over a crackling piece of paper.
They've a very - singular look to them today, it seems, complete with an oversized blue jacket reminiscent of the one Sans might typically be seen wearing, the sleeves awkwardly bunched at the elbows where they've been rolled up. On their head is something thick and white and almost woolen - a hat that, on closer inspection, has soft horns and long goatlike ears knitted into it. A gift. Something they haven't worn a single time since Toriel's arrival. It had felt too much like an insult to do so.
But currently, they don't intend for anyone to see or hear this except Napstablook, whom they'd been hoping to impress with how much they'd worked on trying to learn the song the little ghost helpfully wrote out for them. The recording isn't private, however, as they must have intended it to be.
Frisk settles onto the grass, facing mostly away from the recording device. For a moment they pluck idly at the strings of the instrument they're holding, one that the musically-inclined might recognize as a ukulele, before they begin to play. They're clumsy and halting, starting and stopping periodically as they struggle to master the instrument. It is difficult, after all, to play with hands that are perpetually bandaged.
Soon, though, Frisk's wavering voice joins the thrumming of the strings. They are not an experienced singer, nor is their playing perfect. Occasionally they have to stop mid-lyric to adjust their fingering, or to play a part of the song over a bit more smoothly. But the music peels out into the crisp autumn air regardless.
Can you hear it?
For a few minutes after the song's conclusion, Frisk sits there on the hump of grass overlooking the garden, apparently contemplating the empty air in front of them.
Then the feed fades out.]
They've a very - singular look to them today, it seems, complete with an oversized blue jacket reminiscent of the one Sans might typically be seen wearing, the sleeves awkwardly bunched at the elbows where they've been rolled up. On their head is something thick and white and almost woolen - a hat that, on closer inspection, has soft horns and long goatlike ears knitted into it. A gift. Something they haven't worn a single time since Toriel's arrival. It had felt too much like an insult to do so.
But currently, they don't intend for anyone to see or hear this except Napstablook, whom they'd been hoping to impress with how much they'd worked on trying to learn the song the little ghost helpfully wrote out for them. The recording isn't private, however, as they must have intended it to be.
Frisk settles onto the grass, facing mostly away from the recording device. For a moment they pluck idly at the strings of the instrument they're holding, one that the musically-inclined might recognize as a ukulele, before they begin to play. They're clumsy and halting, starting and stopping periodically as they struggle to master the instrument. It is difficult, after all, to play with hands that are perpetually bandaged.
Soon, though, Frisk's wavering voice joins the thrumming of the strings. They are not an experienced singer, nor is their playing perfect. Occasionally they have to stop mid-lyric to adjust their fingering, or to play a part of the song over a bit more smoothly. But the music peels out into the crisp autumn air regardless.
Can you hear it?
For a few minutes after the song's conclusion, Frisk sits there on the hump of grass overlooking the garden, apparently contemplating the empty air in front of them.
Then the feed fades out.]
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frisk.... frisk that was amazin g...
i mean it's not concert ready yet but it's getting there, you know all the fingerings and the words.... you weren't looking at the tabs so it must be memorized....
that was incredible...
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I've...I've been practicing. A lot, um. It's just, it's nice to have something to do with your hands, kind of?
[As opposed to digging fingernails into the crooks of your elbows, digging the edge of something into your upper arms. It's nice. They can see why Chara likes to knit.]
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lmk if you would like me to change this!!!
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The garden in particular, was an interest spot and it seemed even more so today. He didn't know live performances were a thing here or if actually wasn't then Zacharie was just lucky today. Either way he was just content to watch and listen before offering a round of applause once Frisk is finished.]
Bravo, dear Frisk. That was a wonderful performance. Are you practicing for something?
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YOU MISSED ONE.
Their smile slips a little, but it must just be because they were startled. Right?]
Oh! Um, no, I just...I've just wanted to learn for a little while?
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He keeps it on as he walks to the garden, listening to Frisk pluck the strings of their ukulele. He keeps it on as they begin to play a song, and he nears them when they begin to sing. He pauses then, letting them finish, watching them fumble and continue, and he wishes so much for things to be like they were before. An easy, casual hello, maybe the promise of a good chat out here on a sunny day.
But things aren't the same now. And he has to know. For there to be any hope that they can salvage the friendship they had before this, he has to know.
So he makes himself known.]
Hello there, Frisk. I see you've been practicing your craft.
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Frisk sets the instrument down carefully, scrambling to their feet. Traipsing about in the Underground clad in a variety of strange items has all but eliminated their self-consciousness when it comes to physical appearance, and so they stand there with their oversized jacket and their hat, relatively at ease.]
I've been trying, yeah. I'm not very good at it yet.
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[He. Had no idea they could play an instrument. Or that they could sing? Holy crap. And sure, it wasn't perfect, but when is it ever? Damn. This kid just keeps finding new ways to surprise him.]
that was real nice.
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Um...thanks. I didn't, um, I just, well, Napstablook's the one who really - they're the one who helped teach me how to play and, and everything.
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[Not the best ukelele playing she's ever seen- but then, Steven does seem to have a real talent for it, and she's not sure how long Frisk has been practicing.]
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[Apparently they broadcasted to every dang phone in Wonderland, whoops. At least they're only a little self-conscious about it. The only indications of their shyness is the way their eyes shutter briefly in a too-long blink.]
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Thanks. I, um, didn't really mean to show everyone, but I'm glad you liked it!
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Ultimately, he decides to speak, his voice quiet so he doesn't startle them.]
You must have practiced a lot.
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Frisk smiles as they fetch their phone up to answer.]
Not, um, not really. I've only just started to learn, I just...don't have a lot else to do in my spare time, I guess.
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[video]
This must have been intended to be private.
They're wearing the hat, after all. A mistake, a burden, something that might have been made with good intentions but ended up being dangerous. Who knew what Toriel would think of it, who knew if Asgore would approve?
...Chara wonders if that song was hard to learn. Sleeves rolled back, forearms bared. Did it hurt to press the strings with bandaged fingers?
Eventually, they take to roaming the mansion, looking for something in particular. A room with a piano. Replaying the recording, trying to figure the notes out by ear. The conservatory books on the surface had only been proper songs, real songs, the songs you have to learn. If you wanna play Disney or Bruno Mars or something, you figure it out yourself.
So when they message, it's with the first nine notes of the song. A E CE CE, A F D. Only that much - haven't gotten far, it's kind of hard to puzzle them out by trial and error.]
Doesn't seem like it will lend itself very well to screamo, but it's not bad.
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[They smile at the instrument in their hands without directly addressing the video in turn. To be overheard can be...upsetting, it's true. But with Chara it never truly feels like eavesdropping, or anything of the sort. Hiding something, anything, from Chara would be nothing short of anathema.
They recognize the tune that trickles out from the keys of a piano. It's one they can remember hearing before, even if they can't quite say where.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows, anyway?]
You think maybe I remember some of it from you?
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That was quite good, Frisk.
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I've only just started to learn, really.
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She figures that's the same with everyone, but the feelings linger. A friend's a friend. It's hard to make friends sometimes. What was it Luke said? What's the most important thing? She'd answered wrong and said Food at first, but-- People you can count on. People you can trust trust.
She doesn't speak until the music stops.]
That was beautiful.
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A shame, they think dully, distantly. A shame that she had to meet that far superior version of Frisk. She'll be so disappointed to discover what they are here and now.]
Thank you, [they say politely, inclining their head with a faint smile.] I've only started to learn. It's...not that good yet.
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He says nothing, although he sits mere feet away, watching them without any subtlety, if also no urgency. Just waiting. They can be silent together.]
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It seems wrong to break the silence. They're not sure what to say. They don't say things, they're not the first one to speak, they shouldn't be the first one to speak, they speak when spoken to and not before, but eventually the silence reaches its peak and they know at some point it's just going to become unsustainable.
So Frisk inclines their head in the direction of their phone with a small, deprecating shrug.]
I guess I made it public.
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That was, uhm, r-really good! I didn't know, uhm, that you could play.
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[But they're blushing, clearly pleased by the compliment.]
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[But Frisk grins, pleased at the compliment.]
I only just started to learn. Guitars are too big for my fingers.
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[They've long since figured that this broadcasted publicly, and have since gotten over the initial thrill of self-conscious embarrassment. Besides, they know Max. They like her.
And she knows.
They like her.]
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[action] Apparently neo-hipster is actually a term, I had no idea
lol yep it is!
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