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[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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[souldeterminant]

[A loud, violent sound cracks without warning through the Farstone, like bones grounding into marble. Like it had perhaps just been slammed into something itself.]

That's not funny.

[did you hear the one about --?
Ha ha.]

But it's not a joke, is it?

[postictal]

Where are you.

[It isn't a question. He was bleeding out in the dirt just last month, and it is way too soon for Chara to be returning the favor. Particularly when they only have until the tenth. God, they only have until the tenth.]

I'm on my way.

[achievementhunter]

Oh? Our resident savior has finally deemed me worthy of speaking to? How delightful. [Sup, Partner? Having a nice day?]

You remember Wolfsbane, do you not? That lovely flower you came into contact with in the castle.

Burns, doesn't it?

[achievementhunter]

I- [A rough exhale, and a laugh. Tim, you're really not following the game here, are you?]

Don't blow things out of proportion, Timothy. At this stage, I'm sure I have some resilience to this style of illness.

[postictal]

That doesn't mean you should tempt fate.

[He's not seeing the humor in the situation. He doesn't see the humor in most situations. Don't take it personally; they called everyone on these stones, and they did so intentionally, because oblique calls for help are the only ones they can endorse.]

That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like hell.

[lightlessfuture]

[The voice that emits from the stone in answer is not Chara's, but it's not the voice of its current user, either. It's a flat, almost mechanical tone. ]

TEMPLE - IN - MOUNTAIN - PEAK - ENSO

[souldeterminant]

[Not nearly so much as Chara's scathing remarks, but words are the knife they've been at the end of nearly as much as LOVE. Frisk ignores how it's pointed to hurt. It's the only way they know how to deal with it.]

[Wolfsbane. The castle. References made without a flicker of caution tucked behind the smile they can hear. They're quiet for a few beats; for a few more. One who doesn't know Frisk might think they simply aborted the conversation entirely. But they speak again, slow and dull and brittle.]

Like you're dying.

[achievementhunter]

See, now you're just spoiling the surprise.

[Gosh.]

[achievementhunter]

[He's-

Not wrong. It's not an unfamiliar hurt- they remember it, the sensation of fire ants crawling across their skin, a building unease and paranoia that may be more psychological than symptomatic- their mind's recollection to the last time this happened. Their head is... aching, but not swimming. Yet.

Give it another ten minutes.]

The mountain temple; there's a mana pool up here that will lead you directly to me. [They sigh it out, like he's forcing them to eat their vegetables.] There's nothing you can do, you realize.

I either make it or I don't.

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight puts down the stone and sort of GESTURES HELPLESSLY at Chara because they definitely came up here with them to help transplant flowers BUT NOW YOU ARE SICK AND THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO EXCEPT CALL PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT TO DO. ]

Hope the threadjacking is okay. :D

[prettypurpleparlor]

Thank you so much dearie, I'm heading there now.

[Muffet refrains trying to argue about this entirely, just grabbing the nearest bit of monster food she can grab and bolting straight for the temple. Some small corner of her mind privately resolves to find out whoever sent that and make sure she can repay them properly.]

[achievementhunter]

Precisely. The symptoms haven't progressed to that stage yet, but they will.

[Right now, it simply feels as if their skin is on fire; their hands (their cheek, where they hadn't paid attention, lifted one of the pots up, allowed the plant to brush their skin) tacky, red from burning.]

Look on the bright side, Partner.

We'll finally be even.

[postictal]

You're making it.

[As if he could will it so through sheer fucking power of will alone. He would. He would, if he could.]

Give me five.

[achievementhunter]

[They're giving you the most dead-eyed look in the world, bug. But considering that movement is not spectacularly wonderful, right now, that's the best they have. Consider yourself lucky.]

tooooottally fine!

[achievementhunter]

That's hardly necessary.

[Chara cuts in almost impatiently, with the knowledge of something she doesn't have.]

In addition to being pointless. Didn't you know?

Green magic doesn't work on poison.

[postictal]

[He doesn't recognize the voice. Doesn't need to. Clearly, it's not Chara, meaning that there's someone with them. Someone who needs a stone to translate, and probably doesn't know what to do in the case of poison - meaning they'll have to resort to asking others for aid.]

[At least they're more willing, in a manner of speaking, than their companion.]

...thanks.

Do you know when this started?

[achievementhunter]

No rush.

[Really, none at all.

They're not going anywhere.]

[souldeterminant]

[At that, they bark a laugh, familiar only in the way it was behind flying fists, and for a miserable few moments Frisk]

[just doesn't know what to do.]

[Because Chara hates them. Frisk knows they do, because Frisk said they hated Chara, and it doesn't matter if they meant it or not because for Chara, being hated is the only certainty. It's the only determination that they can expect or accept. Frisk doesn't get to RESET this. They don't get to fix it.]

[They are, as ever, not above consequences.]

[Their voice starts up again, and it's a little watery this time, the dull edges chipped away by sheer exhaustion. But though it wavers, they don't. They cut to the heart of it. They still don't know any other way.]

Did I make you do this?

[achievementhunter]

Always willing to take credit for everything. [It's...almost fond, if not exasperated. Why wouldn't Frisk attempt to take the blame for this one, when they've already caused so much damage? That's just the way things work.] No. You didn't make me do this.

...It was an accident.

[There's a pause- a lag in the conversation where Chara doesn't know quite what to say. To the person they used to feel they could say anything to.

Isn't that nostalgic?]

I don't mind it, Frisk. Dying. But I didn't intentionally seek it out, this time. I-

Don't know. If I really want to, anymore. Seek it out.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet replies without even slowing down, speaking calmly into her stone as she runs to the mana pool and dives through.]

It can't chase it out of your system, no. What it can do is keep the damage from getting any worse while your body filters it out.

[As long as a poison is in the body, it will continue to work- but the body doesn't care for anything toxic to stay, and will hasten a poison out green magic or no green magic. If one has the patience to sit with a patient, healing the damage done over and over until the poison has finished running through them, it can mean the difference between life and death. And a body that is otherwise entirely healthy will find it far easier to push a poison out than one already struggling.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ They are bug, how does time work. They think hard, as quickly as they can. ]

NOT - LONG - AGO

BUT - FAST - IS - BEST

TOO - MUCH - POISON - OVER - TIME - I - THINK

[ They know little about how toxins apply themselves to a living creature; they themselves can heal without consequence due to their nature, and they know a little first aid, but it doesn't cover this sort of situation.

In conclusion: HELP??? ]

action also cw for casual suicide ideation

[postictal]

[Maybe not. But he's there anyway. And there's a joke he could make - we really should stop meeting like this - but it feels in poor taste. Taste. God, he could eat a bullet some days, thinking the things he does.]

[You'll hear him before you see him, huffing as he hikes up the mountain. He hasn't broken his pace or slowed since he embarked.]

H-hey. [It's wheezed out, slightly, but he's here, kneeling beside them.] How're...how bad is it?

[postictal]

It probably would've taken some time. [Mostly said to himself. He's breathing hard, already moving at a swift jog.]

Who're you? You're with them now?

[catpiper]

[Hey, guess who's a part of "everyone"? It's this useless lug and she's the only dingus thinking it's nice they sound so happy? Flowers are fun to talk about and while poisonous, scary ones aren't her thing, Akira played around with the dangerous ones too, so. You know. It's fine.

It's very nice of them to offer this little PSA. Hello, perfectly healthy and Not Dying Chara-sensei, she has a question-]

How do you know which ones will make you sick?

[forwearemany]

You are poisoned?

(Best not to assume after all.)