#saviorfallen

[tradetales-blog]

@saviorfallen

She has vague memories of this child, memories that aren’t hers. Something about a river, though she can’t imagine why she associates such a thing with them. It’s concerning, to remember something about someone she knows. She doesn’t feel like there’s any kind of danger, at least, but...

“Chara...?” She hadn’t really considered running into a double herself, but she had no way of knowing, did she? For all she knew, they looked just like them -- maybe even behaved just like them. But in that case, she would have to help Chara find them too, right?

She smiles, lifting one hand up in a small wave. “It’s me, Tressa. The one and only... sort of. Are you doing okay?”

[isolaradiale]

i've been dealing with sleep apnea and have surgery coming up, so for the time being i think it's best i drop chara dreemurr from undertale. they were housed in condo 444. i hope to return as soon as i've recovered. thank you regardless, everyone who threaded with me!

Chara has been dropped!

-- mod altair.

[heartcog]

( @saviorfallen, that’s some good taste... )

          “ Oh. “ That’s not the voice that a hard worker of Donna Flor should use. A quick clearing of this throat, a glance away, a wringing of his hands... Focus, this person is probably around the same age as yourself, Oscar. ( though, he’s had his fair share of both colorful adults and children in his lifetime so far. ) “ Hello. You wanted to make a bouquet? “

          “ The owner is out right now, but I can probably help. “

[kindledheart]

( @saviorfallen​ )

        oh, that is... not a fun decision to make.

        standing near a chocolates stall on the star trail’s put you at a standstill: do you buy just five pieces on your lonesome or save up to buy a set and let it sit in the kitchen for a few weeks? it’s a ridiculous set of extremes to choose from - you swear you’ll finish them off too quickly or you’ll just never manage to buy anything.

        perks of being unable to get a job or read. wonderful.

        just as you’re about to stall the decision another day, looking around bestows you an alternate idea: there’s some other kid nearby at this stall, and they seem just as thoughtful about the whole thing, even if you’re not sure what it is they’re looking at. maybe... just maybe --

        “ Hey, would you split the cost of one of those boxes with me? ”

        it takes a pause for you to add another word or two in. “ Uh, or anything here! You can choose. I just can’t find anyone else to split the cost with. It’s all really, really expensive, so... ”

        you trail off. gosh, you, uh, sure hope that explains this predicament enough.

[cocoonied]

It was her first day on the island, and despite how confused Yellow was, she made sure that her explorations were accompanied by someone else at all times. After all, it seemed as if there were a lot of new people here, in all different kinds of costumes.. Well, she wondered if they were really costumes since she hasn’t had a chance to question anybody about it yet. This time she thought having her roommate as a companion would be a decent idea, considering she may be living with them for quite some time. 

Having baked a few cookies in a record amount of time, Yellow’s next duty was to approach a roommate. And to her luck, she found one of them, supposedly, in the quarters. “Hello! I’m Yellow, I think I’m your roommate?” They seemed lost, perhaps not as assimilated as Yellow already has been. Either way, she would share the cookies anyway, even if they weren’t her roommate and not even new to this island, it didn’t hurt to cheer someone up in this situation.

“Even if I’m not your roommate, I baked some cookies to share, how about one?” 

“Chocolate, chocolate chip, fudge.. I guess I didn’t really think of other people’s tastes.”

[glaciaes-a]

❄     *     there  is  silence  on  the  ark     ,     a  soft  hum  of  air     ,     but  everyone  is  sleeping     .     and  echo  is  sitting  kneeled  on  the  floor  in  her  designated  room     ,     a  candle  lit  infront  of  her     &     a  knife  in  her  hand     .     cutting  her  palm  like  so  many  times  before     ,     it’s  dragged  down  the  sides  of  her  face     ,     meshing  with  the  white  paint  already  applied     .     she  close  her  eyes  while  bowing  her  head     &     eyes  close     ,     low  mumbling  passing  her  lips     .     finally  allowing  the  wall  to  crumble     ,     tears  building  in  her  eyes     &     a  shaky  exhale  while  she  puts  the  knife  on  the  floor  by  her  side     ,     allowing  herself  to  grief  her  people  and  her  king     .     :     @saviourfallen     .     sc     .

[dreamb0rne]

@saviorfallen

     You are lying still on the ground, but you are not fallen. You are not dead. You are not lost. You like being where you are right now. It’s nice.

     Though the weather is overcast and cold, it’s still morning, so even though the sun is hidden under a blank canvas of clouds, it illuminates the abandoned parking lot greatly. There are cracks in the ground, and little common flowers in bundles of grass have grown beside you, between the plates of asphalt.      There is the distant sound of the wind, and of the chalk scraping by. You don’t notice the footsteps, not even when they come to a stop.

     Your orange piece of chalk is carefully, snugly cushioned between your two small wings, which shift around your patient form. When the line reconnects, your wings return the piece to your dress’ pocket, and you rise carefully, not wanting to smear your work.

     There’s another kid close by, standing too, watching you, with a pale-mint form of shaking lines. You can’t tell what they’re thinking. You meet their gaze, then look around you in effort to guide their eyes.

     Chalk outlines are scattered across the blacktop, in different poses, in different colors, all of them of you. They’re sectioned off by the now-faint white lines of paint, each parking space neatly containing your shape in various stages--the oldest ones are softer around the edges. None of them, of course, have outlines of your wings.      There’s still a great number of blank spaces left, work to do. You return your look to Chara with an uneasy eye, desperately hoping they won’t run off and tell anyone about this place. Not until you’re done.

[tradetales-blog]

“Hmmmm...” If Tressa knew a thing about this place, she’d say she turned up here in the middle of a festival. The large crowds and the hustle and bustle... it was kind of like Grandport, but a little more extraordinary. The thought draws a long sigh out of her lips. “If only I wasn’t so unprepared...! This sorta thing is just money to be made.” Not to mention she’d ended up here without any of her earnings, something she’d really like to put a stop to quick.

There was no good business done without proper research, though, so Tressa wanders the streets of the district and tries to gauge the place. As the day turns to night, people begin walking the streets with lanterns, heading in the direction of... well, she’d find out. A pair of lanterns ending up in her hands somehow -- generous folk, weren’t they? -- she follows the parade, a little perturbed, but trying not to show it. Though... huh? Even kids were around here?

A native, she hopes. Pausing in her walk, she holds out one lantern to them. “Want one? It’s getting kinda dark out here, you know.”

@saviorfallen

[isolaradiale]

ah i'm sorry i just realized! i forgot series in my ask. on prior reserve, here is chara from undertale. application can be found under /app!!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Chara!

You will be housed in CONDO 444.

You will receive a wooden dagger.

– mod pleiades.

[isolaradiale]

hello! i'll be posting replies but, just to make it official, i'd like to take chara dreemurr from undertale off of hiatus. the date is 12/10, thank you!

Welcome back!

--Mod Lyra

[isolaradiale]

i'm having some physical health issues, so i'd like to call a hiatus for chara dreemurr from undertale. the date is 11/19. thank you!

Noted!

-- mod spica

[tradetales-blog]

It happened before their eyes. One moment, they were respecting the dead -- the next, the dead were coming for them. Running through the crowds, horribly aware of how little she could do in this situation, Tressa clenches her sword. Moments earlier, the same hand had been carrying a lantern.

What would have angered them like this? What is this place hiding? If Cyrus was here, he would probably have the answers, but as it was, she was just scared. This place... she’d been beginning to think maybe she’d be alright, but... this was her worst nightmare. If even the dead were being disturbed -- how much was going on beneath the surface?

“Uuuuu... w-which way should I--” She pauses, stopping as she spots a familiar face. “Chara!” Fears almost forgotten, she runs over, placing her ‘sword’ protectively in front of them. “Are you okay?! We gotta get away from here!”

@saviorfallen