8th || Sharing is Caring!

[achievementhunter]

[There's no such thing as "accidentally" calling everyone on the Far Stones. One must have consciously made the decision to speak to everyone, like a walkie-talkie that can't be turned off on the receiving end. So when Chara speaks to- everyone, it is with full awareness that they are, in fact, speaking to everyone.]

Poisonous flowers are curious things, did you know? [Which is why they start off on such a chipper note!] For many, it is the act of ingesting them which causes illness or fatality. For others, however... the simple act of prolonged contact is enough- toxins are absorbed through the skin.

Death can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. [By golly, they sound happy about this.] So it's a frightfully good idea to invest in some gardening gloves, should you wish to transplant any flora from Ziziphus to another locale. It could be the difference between a new garden and your rather unfortunate demise.



[Anyways everything's totally chill. Chara's totally fine and absolutely nothing is wrong ever, they just like making these kinds of announcements for kicks. It has Absolutely Nothing to do with failing to request gloves of their own.

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[solperierat]

You are gonna have a pair of gloves for every day of the week after this.

[This isn't Ed's field of expertise. He knows the body and how it works, but he can't...fix it. He doesn't know how to draw out a poison, not without a Stone to help facilitate his inexperience. There are other people on the way already, people that probably know more than Ed, but--]

Sit tight, okay? We're gonna get there quick.

[Hell, it'll wipe him out but he can carry someone up to that damn peak if he has to. Anything to get them the care they need, and NOW.]

[achievementhunter]

That seems rather wasteful, don't you think? I have small hands- who else would use them?

[For someone everyone's immediately realized is dying, they sound exceptionally calm, if not a little exasperated. Their gardening assistant really spoiled all the fun, here.]

No rush, sir. There are already multiple people converging upon my location via the mana pool- at this rate, I'm going to start feeling stressed. Perhaps my heart rate will increase.

We really wouldn't want that, would we?

[solperierat]

It's not a waste because you aren't going to die, damnit.

[He'd forgotten about the mana pool at the peak, in all honesty--he's so used to flying where he needs to go on the islands that it had become a non-issue for him. But their commentary earns a frustrated growl, regardless.]

Not likely, with the way you're talking.

[achievementhunter]

Perhaps you should take some inspiration from how I'm talking and begin thinking with your brain, sir. [Chara retorts, voice becoming sharp. They have neither the time nor the patience for this ridiculous act.] You do not have the ability nor the materials to help me. There are people arriving shortly who do- I have my doubts even then.

And if that is not enough to quell your ridiculous shouting, consider that this would not be my first death. Or the tenth. Or the hundredth. In a world such as this, one death is almost unreasonably low a number. If it isn't this, there will be something that kills me. It is a guarantee.

Now, are you quite finished, or am I hanging up?