Posts by SkyraBlue

Fanta rested her back in her chair. "Heh, the pleasures all mine." The gaster's glowing blue chest became a little less faded and more colorful, letting herself relax.
She turned to Frisk with a light smile. "No problem, kid." (She calls everyone kid or kiddo, no matter their age.)
She grabbed the red bottle and gulped the red liquid down, letting it disperse in her blue aura-filled rib cage, giving it a slight purple hue. "You guys looked pretty 'ruffed' up." The blaster smiled, nodding towards the small dog with a quick wink. "Why don't ya tell us what happened?" The sentence came out almost as a command, though she didn't mean it as such.
She gave a quiet sigh as she curled her tail around her sharp claws, a intuitive expression on her face.

Woah, why the low muse, everyone? I was really starting to enjoy the role play, then everyone disappeared.

Recap: Papyrus just came home, Frisk and Chara have made their way back, and Berri is making lunch. Thats about it right now!

Please come back .~.

Ooc: It's alright. I'm sure something will happen sooner or later. I mean, what's a role-playing thread without action, especially one over Undertale!?

And anime is great. I just discovered FairyTail and all of its hilarious beauty.

Sorry to interrupt, but this looks so interesting, I just had to join! Erm, what characters are still available?

I couldn't sign up for this quick enough..

Perhaps I can provide Frisk?

Ooc: Great! By the way, does Frisk remember the past timelines, or at least aware that they exist?

Frisk looked up to the figure she once adored with a sad smile. "What happened to you.." She inquired softly to the skeleton.
Her legs were bruised and sore and her HoPe seemed to be lower than usual.
"Why would you do this, Flowey?" The child huffed, moving out from another attack that skimmed her arm.
She hissed, holding her wound. "This won't last forever!" Frisk yelled with a slight grimace.
She wanted to help, but was she even able to?

Fanta hissed with a slight jump, looking around, blue flames already raging from her black socket. "What in the great Asgore's name was that?" She inquired with a grimace. The blaster got up, looking around to make sure everyone was in place. "Is everyone here?" She asked firmly to the group.

Fanta pounced over to Scarlet, sniffing her for blood. "Are ya alright, kiddo?" She asked firmly, brushing off the fruit with her muzzle. "Uh, heh, do ya know someone like that?" The blaster asked with a worried expression.
Then it hit her. A memory.
'Dad would have that kind of power.' She thought.
"Gatser..?" She muttered, getting back up, backing away from the other monster.

Fanta gave a small sigh. "Heh, that's him.." She pause for a moment and looked back to the Scarlet with a unimpressed expression.
"And the language is called 'Wing Dings'." She gave a soft smile and began speaking the language. (Not gonna use actual wing dings, but she said "For example.")
The blaster tilted her skull to the left, much as a confused pup would. "And you've seen him before? Where?" She commanded firmly, taking a step forward.

"For example.." Fanta sat on the floor, leveling with Scarlet with an unintimidated look plastered onto her face along with a lazy smile. "Sure, kid." She got up to lay on the plush couch. "Anything for you." The blaster said in a sarcastic tone with a laugh, regarding her gesture.
Her auras turned on the television to the history channel. She watched, in taking any information she could grasp on human history.
'He'd like to know, if I make it back..' Fanta thought, relaxing her sore frame.

Fanta looked onto the group with lazy smile. Something in her didn't want to become attached while the other just wanted to sit on the couch and tell bad jokes wither her friends.
This timeline was strange. Was it even a timeline?
The blaster turned to the floor with a sigh, head swarming with thought on how to get back home to her beloved family, if it was even possible, that is.

A soft purr came from the blaster, slightly leaning into the touch. Fanta sighed, looking back to Scarlet.
"I do. And from the data I've collected,"
She paused a moment, realizing what she was saying. "Heh, I mean, I don't think I'll see them again."
She gave a forced chuckle, looking back to the television.

Fanta jumped in surprise, only to realize who was doing the hugging. She wrapped around the soft child with her neck, hugging back.
A loud, low purr radiated from the blaster and the blue aura in her chest cavity glowed and little particles danced around her soul.
"Heh, thanks 'Kid'." Her tail gave a slow wag. "I guess you're stuck with me." Fanta said with a cheerful tone, releasing Frisk. A smile formed on her muzzle.

Gee whiz..

Fanta stared out the bay window and into the yard of the mansion. Another pair of odd Frisk and Charas. More people to keep up with and to watch out for. Something smelled funny. Death? "At least I'll be busy while I'm here." She muttered, a bit irritated.
Giving another look, she turned away from the window to see all the pineapples laying about in the kitchen, as well as a very aggravated looking Berri.
"Something smells fruity," She gave a smile, jokingly looking around. "But I just can't put my claw on it." Fanta finally looked down at the now yellow floor.
"No one else must carrot all about cleaning this up." She chuckled as her blue auras surrounded the fruit, storing some into containers and others into the trash.
When she was finished, the blue magic dissipated and she sat at the table, looking out the window beside it.

Fanta turned to see the young Frisk walk outside. The blaster padded quickly behind them.
Her programming told her to be weary. She sat close to the door, not bothering to go any further. Just close enough to watch over them.

Fanta stood like a bone statue, staring at the newcomers.
"Heh, heya." She said with a forced smile,wearily looking down to the other Frisk, whom she assumed was a threat, judging from her scent.
"Not to be rude, kid, but ya smell like death." Her smile faded, giving an unreadable expression, laying her long tail over her bony paws.

Fanta sighed, letting her shoulders relax. The gastersblaster got up, shrinking down to a less intimidating size.
The "puppy" playfully ran up to Skelechara's location and gave a small bark, wagging her bony tail, letting her blue snake-like tongue hang from her jaws.
She could smell the fear in the child, but didn't want to scare her.
She didn't seem like a threat.
The tiny blaster tilted her head, stepping a bit closer to the skeleton child.