i dream in speeds of ashes — o, q&a

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    how long has it been since swedishfish brought you here? a few days ago, possibly even a week? and this is the first time youre actually stepping outside since arriving. a bit out of character for you, but given the recent events and uncomfortable circumstances prior to bumping into him, can anyone really blame you? after all, your old leader (bill cipher) and your motherly figures (sango, finch) did set your home ablaze under the pretense of the end game, and so it wasnt just physically exhausting; it was mentally exhausting. you needed the sleep and, despite how darkened bags still color the bottom half of your eyelids, you've gotten it. so now you can finally adjust yourself to your new clanmated, "ah, hello!" you call out to nobody in particular, merely attempting to draw attention to yourself, "hi! i'm uh, frisk donatella-kovic-reaver-trepidatio, and ahh, you can ask me questions i guess.." because whats any better way than to getting to know someone than asking about them? "this is a q&a." you clarify, although youre pretty sure you have already made that much clear.
    elvis depressedly ✧°. tags

    "question and answer." you hum in mild surprise, quietly taken aback at the fact that this girl (whom appears much older than you, since youre but a child) doesnt know of the abbreviated lettering. truthfully, you had been rather naive in regards to this when you first heard of it too, bit for a girl that has more experience under her belt, it still surprises you. youre not one to mock somebody for such a thing, however, and so you keep to yourself, merely inquiring, "so ah, you have anything you want to ask me?" and you let a small smile creep onto your features for good measure, although it never does reach your eyes.
    elvis depressedly ✧°. tags

    "Oh, umm, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Waterstorm figured that she should have known the shortened form of question and answer but ignoring that, she askecd one of her favorite questions. Mostly because a lot of the people who were questioned didn't know what a woodchuck was.

    Frisk the ol' meister. They knew the other already, but not personally. The two were in the same family. The trepidatio family. However, the feline didn't know her father's history with Frisk, nor were they ever told. Still it amazed them that Frisk never aged, considering they grew into a teen while they remained the same. It was a mystery. "Hey Ol' Frisky, how come you haven't become an adult yet?"

    well, you know what a woodchuck is, but you dont know ah, how much wood they can chuck. "ah, twelve? i dunno." you toss your shoulders up into a helpless shrug, finding yourself hopeful that waterstorm can at the very least, provide an answer since you certainly cant. not to that question, anyway.

    you dont know anyone of trepidatio origin, honestly. you dont know your birth parents, let alone your cousins, so when people act like they know you it surprises you in all honesty. you turn to crownedmonarchy, a small smile still playing on your face, and when the question arises you merely cock your brows but keep the turn of your lips tilted upward, albeit confusion now lurks in your eyes. youre a child of three months, and youve been a child of three months for at least a year now. you havent even realized a year has passed. time travels by much faster for you than it is for others, yet your physical age is set in stone. and you are completely oblivious to this. "because i havent grown up yet." you hum out, blissfully unaware of the odd phenomenon that has been occurring, and finding no reason to suspect a thing since nobody has ever questioned your age until now.

    elvis depressedly ✧°. tags

    The feline couldn't help but burst out in laughter, their cousin had always been the strange one in the family. It was surprising to see that the other did not remember them, but guess Frisk didn't pay attention to their family at all. Not even when they had grown from a kitten to the young adult they were now. "That's not what I meant, but good answer Frisk! Hey Frisk how long have you been three moons?" The question would throw their cousin in for a loop, considering that question was far too acurrate for a stranger to know. "I'll answer any question you throw at me too Frisky! Let's make it a deal, kay?"

    the canid was next to approach the little flower-studded feline, with curiosity. he had heard a lot about frisk, but had never exactly talked to them. he was sure they couldn't age or something, or maybe they were old and they looked prepubescent? either way, the timber wolf was curious, peaking to ask them questions.
    "so, adding onto crowned's question." he approached the three. "how long have you been alive?" he said, flattening his ears a bit. it was an awkward question at best.

    With a groan Calypso pushed through the crowd. "Holy hell, are any of you dipshits going to ask a question about anything but her age?" She asked, shooting all of them them annoyed glances. Almost every question had been about it and the caracal was getting sick of it. It seemed she'd have to actually ask an actually fucking entertaining question to show these assholes how it was done. "Alright kid, if you could only use one word to describe yourself, what word would you use?" It wasn't a perfect question, in fact it was really fucking cheesy, but it was better than asking the same fucking question three times.

    see, that surprises you too; when total strangers know you by name (but you met arcanepaw beforehand, so he isnt a "total stranger"). while you suppose you can find some sense in a family member hearing of you, youre always startled by someone who has no connection to you in anyway knowing of you. but at the same time it makes sense; you travel the boards a lot, and you've helped a few clans (notably darkclan) in times of dire need so maybe your name has gotten around some. you arent sure how you feel about this fact, though.

    you watch crownedmonarchy throw their head back in laughter but you dont say anything, merely puzzled over what is so funny because you certainly dont get the joke. "um.. okay." you blink after hearing them rephrase their original inquiry, and then propose that you can ask them questions as well. upon arcanepaw approaching, echoing crown, youre left wondering why your age is so important all of a sudden. "ah, ive been three months for.. awhile now." you cant really specify, since like mentioned earlier time has more or less stopped for you, and your mind is equally as undeveloped as your body (with some small bursts of adult intiuition here and there) so you havent really noticed a year has actually passed. everything happens way too fast for you to make sense of it. "and ive been alive since uh, february or april." which isnt a lie; yoy were killed off around that time and came back via loading a saving point shortly after, so that is how long you have been alive.

    "ah, thank you." you start, your words directed to calypso since she pointed out the very thing you have begun to wonder. however, you detect an error in her sentence, and that spurs you to correct it, "but even though i look like one"-- or so you guess, since people rarely ever mistake you for a male-- "im not a girl, im nonbinary. i'd like it if you'd use the pronouns "they" and "them" when addressing me, please." you hate correcting people honestly, but if this place is going to be a permanent home for you then you need to make your identity clear. you offer calypso that same little smile that you've shown everyone else, but now its more apologetic, almost as if you had misgendered her. now you move onto the question shes asked you, pausing only for a brief second before an answer glides across your mind, with you editing it and then letting it fall out of your mouth, "weird." which is a nicer word than the one you originally had in mind; fucked up, which is actually two words so you couldnt say it anyway.

    recalling crowns earlier statement about asking him anything as well, you now reacknowledge the beings presence, head tipping to a side as you let a paw crest over your flower laden neck, "how old are you?"
    elvis depressedly ✧°. tags

    For a moment Calypso was a bit taken aback, she hadn't expected to be fucking thanked for barging in like that. She'd expected something more along the lines of 'pushing though the crowd was rude' or something. The shit people usually said. It took only a moment for her to to recover though, and she quickly responded in an eloquent and intelligent manner. "Oh, um, your welcome. I guess?"


    Almost assoon as her oh-so graceful response was out of her fucking mouth she was hit with another suprise. It hadn't even fucking occurred to her that Frisk might be non-binary, after all most three moon old kits didn't know that shit. Also they look kinda feminine so she just kinda assumed...... fuck. Suddenly the caracal felt like a complete god damn dick. "Oh, uh, yeah right sorry." She muttered in response, avoiding their apologetic gaze. It only makes you feel more guilty.


    She barely hears the kids answer to her question, and she just vaguely nods in responce. To think a fucking three moon old had her nervous like this. She begin to shuffle your paws nervously before quickly cutting that right the fuck out. She cast a glance around to see if anyone had seen that, but they were all too focused on Frisk to notice.

    Nymeria made her way up, she wanted to meet her new clanmates.
    She could get to know this younger creature.     "I'm Nymeria,"
    she started, about to get to her question.     "What are your favorite
    things to do?"     it was a simple question but oh well, who cared?