BAD BAD THINGS . OPEN

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    Chara had been a bit inactive lately, which was unfortunate, but not unacceptable. So they had decided to pick up that activity in what was likely the worst way possible.
    They were covered in dust, so it probably just looked like they had gone through something super duper old, but no. There were certain people who would know what they had done, and that was okay. They didn't care for keeping up this act of pacifism much longer- it was dull, useless, pathetic. Chara couldn't live that way! They were strong, feared, a force to be reckoned with! It would be a shame to see that reputation go to waste, now, wouldn't it?
    So they had decided to do this.
    Their LOVE had increased, all the way to 25. Their emotions were dead, all except hatred and the euphoria of the kill- all of them long gone, leaving them detached. Primal. They had broken the rules, shattered them, eradicated them completely. Chara would never be bound by those things, they had decided. And they had broken the rules.
    They giggled. It felt good, really, to be this way. Free. Above the consequences.
    The only thing that could possibly hold them back now was Buttercup. But oh, they had destroyed many SOULS before... what was one more, hm?
    Chara sat, waiting for somebody to pass by them. Someone was bound to think oddly of them, hm? They could leave this place with a bang, ahaha!


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]She hadn't seen the other in a while, and wondered what was happening with them. There personality and taken a 360 degree of what Lit was used too and wasn't sure what had happened to have caused that. "A-Are y-you okay?" she asked, she wasn't sure what to call them, she was used to the name Buttercup but it seemed they weren't going by that anymore.



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    What was happening with them? Well, nothing too much. Just feeling the liberation of their favorite thing, really.
    "Why, I'm just dandy!" Chara chuckled, their voice (or voices, because there were two tones, they supposed) like honey poured over daggers. The brown tabby feline's ebony pools called eyes surveyed Littlepaw, briefly wondering when she would realize what they had done. But Chara supposed that not everybody turned into dust when they died, did they?
    "A more fitting question would be, I believe, 'what happened?'. Haha."


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    "So..." Ebb murmured telepathically to the BlizzardClanners around them. Despite how it seemed they were going to continue, the serval simply stopped and sat back. What was there to say?



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]She hadn't noticed it at first but with the other pointing it out she sure did now. "H-huh, w-why?" she asked as she back away from them, unsure of what they would do next. Lit glanced over at Ebb then back towards Chara, "W-Why d-did you ki-kill t-them?" she asked.


    [ ima cri for buttercup ]



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    Oh, there was that stupid soul. Pathetic, like they had been at their lowest point. Pacifistic, like they had been at their lowest point. Chara's mood soured at the sight of Ebbingpaw, but they didn't let that show. They couldn't have just one person ruin their plans, their fun. That would be no good!
    "So, I broke the rules. My LV is past 20. Wouldn't you love that? Wouldn't you love to have a soul so strong you could never be deterred from your path- your true path -ever again? It's liberating." Chara's voices were drawls, directed towards Ebbingcolors. Of course, nobody could come close to surpassing them, or else Chara would be forced to get rid of them- and that wouldn't be fun. A puppet show wasn't any good without puppets, after all.
    Then Littlepaw questioned them again, and they chuckled.
    "Why, because I wanted to! That's how you get stronger in this world. It's kill or be killed! Haven't you been shown that enough times?"
    Chara grinned wider. Their teeth were razors in their mouth, their eyes were coal that had caught fire with a sickening delight. They had half a mind to just whip out their knife and finish these two off, but then there would be nobody to witness their greatness. Which would be all nice and well in the end, but Chara would admit that they liked basking in their own infamous glory.


    //ic opinions!!!!! poor buttercup lmao


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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER SECOND WITH YOU
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    But Ebbingcolors wasn't necessarily the brave type. They found themself shaking before the tabby, but they were trying their best to appear strong. Suddenly pink magic was flowing from the corners of their eyes and they said telepathically, "I'm LV 18, Chara." And with another flare in their fuchsia optics they added fiercely,


    "And I'm not afraid to make it 19."



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"I-I don't th-think its o-okay t-to ki-kill anyone, n-no matter wh-what" she replied, frowning. She didn't understand what this LV stuff was, nor could she understand the concept of kill or be killed. None of that sounded good to her, and the way Chara was acting didn't settle well for her. She was about to suggest to get the leader but became surprised when Ebb had gotten in front of her.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 360px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][color=white][font=arial] He just couldn't go two days without hearing oh, hey, somebody died again! He wasn't sure who'd bitten the dust this time around, but he didn't want to know.
    He felt uneasy, seeing the little domestic smile up at them like that. A sickening kind of unease, a numbness in his paws and a pounding of his heart that said sticking around for long wasn't a very good idea, especially with that look on their face. Claws curled inward, digging against his pawpads as he braced against what was to come. (Why did he always have to show up at the wrong time?)


    /i love how joel has no idea what's going on like.. ever
    also excuse my shit writing bc i'm rushed + v tired

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    "I'm shaking!" Chara howled, laughs rolling off of them like waves. Ebbingcolors could never be a threat to them, could they? No, that would be silly! The other was too timid, too afraid. Of course, this recent turn of the tables was rather interesting to Chara. Maybe what they were saying was getting to the other? Wouldn't that be neat. Chara let out a dark chuckle, rising to their paws and slipping around Ebbingcolors like a snake.
    "Are you sure you're capable?" they queried, noting how Ebbing shook, but also realizing how brave they were for doing this. Aha, not that Chara would go easy on them, if they were to fight- they just found it a bit admirable, was all. They stared out at their more peaceful counterpart through half-lidded oculars, smile curling further up their face.
    At Littlepaw's statement, the tabby rolled their shoulders, hearing the pops with satisfaction. "Well, I'm not you, am I?" They didn't care for the lives of those they killed. As long as Chara was benefiting, and as long as they weren't dying, they were fine! They were above the consequences, after all.
    Noting Joel's presence, they cast him a sideways glance, seeing his nerves showing through in his actions. That was nice- not helping their ego, but it was nice. Chara's eyes flashed, wondering if he might be useful at any given time. Probably not- they didn't need to depend on anybody, as everybody had proven themselves to be a setback or a disappointment to Chara.


    //joel is so pure somebody help him,,,,,


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    But either way, Ebb cast Joel a concerned glance and then looked back at Littlepaw. A wave of misery washed over them as they realized the choice they had. They could avoid a fight- spare them many wounds, keep the others safe, and lose some dignity. That wasn't all that bad.


    Or they could battle against Chara and maybe win, or maybe die. And the decisions of the others were up to debate. But there was a chance they could beat the cat. A tiny sliver of hope against the odds that were slowly stacking up against Ebbingcolors. Now, any logical being would choose the safer option. Save some lives.


    But Ebbing wasn't a logical person.


    Thus with a flash of pink magic in their eyes they had conjured their knife, letting it hover beside them. "En garde." The worlds rolled off their tongue like poison, settling in the air as if venom. This was probably one of the top three choices they would ever make in their life, but they were willing to take the chance.


    So Ebbingcolors stood there, a fierce fighting spirit showing in their eyes and their blade next to them. They were ready to fight, whether it be to the death or not.


    //im oddly excited for this?? also, ic opinions! love ya feral lmao



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px]❝ but i make these high heels work ❞[/fancypost]

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    to kill people under the influence of Humpty. "Mother fucking..." he grumbled as he took gaze on the scene unleashing before him. Narrowing his eyes as he saw Ebbingpaw conjur up a knife, seemingly preparing to fight. Wait... they were going to fight that asshole? Uck, what was he supposed to do? Go get Tama...? Shit.




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    rho padded over timidly, bright green optics widening at the site "e-ebb?" she said quietly. she didn't want her new friend to get hurt. "ebb, w-whats g-g-going on?" she began to pace slightly. she was afraid and she had no one to huddle again't for safety. because the person she could do that to seemed to be getting into something dangerous.




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    Well, Ebbingcolors was a version of Chara, they supposed. Maybe that was why they wouldn't back down. But, of course, Chara wouldn't either. They would always come out on top, they had decided long ago.
    So when they saw the knife being conjured, they easily spun out their own. They preferred the real thing to some magic weapon. Chara had never liked magic, after all- they thought it was quite a pain.
    They gripped their real knife, their own knife, the knife they much preferred to anything, staring at Ebbingcolors with challenge. Their LV was through the roof at 25, though, so they weren't particularly worried. Chara could just wipe out this one easily and that would be the end of it. They would surely be exiled then, but they couldn't say that they would care too much. That is, if it were to happen.
    So Chara darted forward, their strike easily predictable, aiming for the neck but not expecting to land a hit. They assumed that even Ebbingcolors would be smarter than to let that attack land, after all. They mostly wanted to see if Ebb's fighting pattern would be similar to their own, but to do that, they had to take their turn.


    //ahh love u too lmao but same!!! i love ic fighting...... so much..............


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    So with no thought added, Ebb darted forth and pushed their own knife against Chara's, adding super strength to add more force to the attack. It was more defensive than anything. But they needed to push Chara back if they were to successfully fight back. They weren't so stupid that they didn't realize Chara was a close combat sort of fighter.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]This was getting real bad really quick and was wondering what the outcome was going to be. Lit thought did hope that Ebbingcolors didn't get killed from this. "R-Rhododendronpaw, co-come here!" she called out to the other, the other probably shouldn't be here but she was anyways. And though she, herself wasn't good at fighting she didn't want to see the other get hurt in this mess.



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    Chara skidded backwards (not too far, but out of range), smile never fading. At leasr, not completely. It lessened as they grew more concentrated, more absorbed in the battle. It was easy to get lost in the fights, though. Fun, even.
    Chara now darted in from the side, hoping to drive their knife into Ebbingcolors' side. They normally just attached from the front, as they thought was normal, so hopefully this attack at the side would be unexpected.
    Chara could almost feel Photoshop enter the scene. Even if he wasn't anything like Asriel, they still kind of considered him their brother. Of course, everyone knew what they had done to their brother in the end. But he would have let them down anyway.
    Everything else that was happening was mostly ignored for the sake of concentration, paying attention to the twitch of each muscle, to be aware of themselves and what was around them.


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    Ebbingcolors quickly recovered from their sudden movement and leapt into the air, aiming to slam the blade downward onto Chara. They would teleport away if the feline aimed to uppercut them. It would drain their energy, surely, but they couldn't afford a blow like that. Any hits too fatal would be their complete downfall in this battle.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px]"What the -" The sound of clashing blades and battle reached her ears. It made something twist in the pit of her stomach. Her claws unsheathed, briefly, before sheathing again. Without another moment's hesitation, she hurried for the scene.


    Her eyes widened at the fight. This wasn't a simple spar or training session. This was a fight, one that would end in the spilling of the other's blood. Her brow furrowed in frustration as she stood beside Helix, exchanging a quick nervous glance with him. She knew it was best to possibly intervene and, seeing as no one else was, she'd do it. "Cut it the fuck out, both of you," the head combatant demanded, taking a step forward.



    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL
    ✧ suiteheart ✧ npc x npc ✧ blizzardclan ✧ head combatant ✧ twelve moons ✧ bisexual ✧ dating muffet ✧ white domestic feline w/ blue eyes ✧ two black diamond studs in left ear ✧ wears locket ✧ #americansuiteheart


    POWERS
    ✧ projection and manipulation of emotions


    INTERACTIONS
    ✧ difficult physically ✧ difficult mentally ✧ attack in bold #cd5c5c ✧ no kill ✧ no maim ✧ ask for capture


    LINKS
    ✧ plot thread ✧ diary