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  • DEJA VU / OPEN, BLIZZARDCLANNER

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the child is familiar with the ambassador program. several clans, if not all them, have adapted it into their own systems and networks, to ensure that alliances are kept. lots of people got into it, and at one point they had been one, but not anymore. "ah, hi! n - name and business? frisk inquires as they move to address her, tipping their head to the left and awaiting an answer. nostrils flare briefly, tasting the smell of snow, signifying blizzardclan.
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  • *CREATES A SHRINE TO SOMBRA* / open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]frisk has wings too, but they've never felt inclined to actually make use of them. thoughts of flying do flit around in that brain of theirs, but are almost immediately dismissed with a shrug and a roll of the eyes. they aren't even sure how they work their wings, and people have suggested that if they try it will come to them, but they've never felt the motivation to. their feet have never left the ground, and they prefer to keep it that way. nonetheless, frisk approaches anima, taking in her wild expression, the light in her eyes, and her exhilarated smile, "y - you look, ah, like y - you've had fun," the child notes thoughtfully, although they have no plans to pry at her, tilting their head to the right as they continue to study her.
    /mobile
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  • BY CANDLELIGHT ;; o, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]/waves hi!


    time has no hold on frisk. the child has somehow, incredibly, unbelievably, stopped the aging process for themself altogether. it's .. scary, not being able to grow up, to stay small and young when they know everybody else is going to get older and older until eventually, they pass. ten months. that's how old they should be. instead, they appear to border on four months, just barely out of their third, and it.. bugs them, to no end. they remember how once, at a point in their life, they questioned sans about why neither of them are aging. his answer had been simple and blunt, unsatisfying, 'our timelines have bled into each other, disturbing the * balance of things, and putting a halt on some timelines altogether.' or something along those lines. apparently, frisk is one of those timelines that have 'froze up', the result of unstable determination, which they find a tad irritable. it doesn't help that their memories tend to slip from their mind, out of reach, hampering almost anything they know or learned, making them inconveniently fitting the part of a curious child, altogether. the person in question moves up beside iconoclast now, offering the dragon a quick, hesitant nod of the head and a shy smile, opting to stay quiet for the moment.
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  • MOONSETTER — FALL ALLY-WIDE MARKETPLACE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the place bustles with life.
    crowds of npcs shift, bodies move, seeming to run into one another but never doing so, slipping easily past. colors swirl and blur before their eyes - mauves, gingers, golds. a mix perfect for the season, and there is frisk, a little cloth hanging around their neck, nestled between the plantgrowth that sprouts there, containing these cute little tokens. the feline who dealt them out gave frisk ten - or so he says. really, they think it's actually more than that, but they can't count and so they don't dare object. instead, the child pushes past the crowd, hooves clopping against hardened loam before coming to a stop before charlie's booth, drawn in by the colorful collection of bottles he has on display. frisk can't read, either, so if he hadn't stated what he sells, then the prices and explanations would have went right over their head. they reach out, prod at the health potion with some interest, looking up with wary eyes and asking, despite how their heart wrenches, an anxious stutter passing through shaky lips, "a - ah, hello! i - i'm frisk and uh.. dunno h - how to re - read.. wh - what kind of, um, p - potion is this?" their brows crinkle together, expectant, as they wait for an answer.


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  • High in the sky [o+joining]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]a husky. the sight of the breed hits them harder than they think it will, and thoughts flood briefly to artpop, a man who they looked up to as a father. they miss him, achingly so. does he even know their back? is he mad with them? biting their lip, the child approaches, pushing distracting thoughts like that away, "ah, hello.. !" they pause beside woodenkit, listening to her introduction before musing softly, "i - isnt that the n - name of a pl - planet?" and a god too, but they won't get into that, shrugging softly, "I'm frisk, w - welcome to w - windclan!"
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  • WE DEM BOIS [&] O, SKYPE AU

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]frisk taps into their neighbor's wifi, pulling up their laptop and accessing their skype with a simple click of their mouse. they're really only doing this because they're terribly bored, but hey? maybe they can bump into somebody, like a friend or something? maybe even jeffree will be on - they haven't heard from him in awhile. they scroll down, clicking on a random conversation and putting themself in it, "hello!" the child signs as soon as they see other people, a loose grin on their face.
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  • NEW WINDCLAN PLOT/CHAT THREAD

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    Quote

    ya'll some meme


    damn straight.


    hey cya, hi everybody! I'm so fucking tired rn, but how's it going? ;^)
    [Hr]

  • ON THE HORIZON ♢ open, power disovery

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8] learning something new about yourself is always interesting. it adds on layers to yourself, enhances pros and cons. like day, frisk has also been walking around, exploring the territory that they have yet to become familiar with. almost a week has passed since they joined the swelling ranks of windclan, and despite how they've ran to meet joiners, the borders and their cabin are the only things familiar to them so far. wind picks up, enforces the name of the clan by battering the child too, much in the same manner as it had day, and when it suddenly drops, frisk registers a scream. naturally, they assume the worst, running up beside woodenkit with eyes wide, asking nervously, concerned, "ah, m - miss? wh - what's wrong? are you h - hurt?" immediately, they assess her frame, but pick up no glaring wounds to rip such a dreadful noise from her throat. when they look up, anxious and worried, confusion leaks into their voice and eyes, frisk tittering, "w - what happened?"


    /mobile, ninjad
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  • BANG BANG && OPEN; JOINING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8] that's kind of frisk's relationship with shadowclan. they kept jumping from place to place, this being the second time they've come crawling back to windclan ranks. although they remain undecided about whether they really want to stay here or not, they have yet to have any true doubt cloud their mind. "ah, hi! n - name and business?" they request as they approach flicker, taking a wild gamble and guessing he's a joiner of sorts, seeing as he doesn't have any gift baskets in his vicinity.
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  • ( fall back // o )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]"ah, n - nooo." a whine, soft and gentle, manifests from the child's throat when a member drops a hefty batch of blankets and pillows down on their head, "nooo," it weighs them, anchors them in place, and they collapse beneath it. above them, the member in question is laughing, sparking a cry from them, "ah, w- wuh - wah -why?" they ask, the inquiry holding confusion and bewilderment, because the child dearly wants to know what makes him think that this is a wonderful idea, running around camp carrying a handful of blankets and pillows and choosing to dump it on them, of all people. however, all they get is another titter of laughter from their peer, much to their frustration, and again, they complain, "n - no, it's not funnyy.." but there is humor in their voice at this point, contradicting their exclamation. the clanmate continues to laugh, and frisk finally hums, in search of assistance, "ah, h - help?" they push their snout forward, make a gap between the blankets to breathe easier, and repeat, "help m - me, please,"
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  • ( ho yay // o, rainbow )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]a spectrum of colors flesh out across a dark sky, one that has just finished raining, in a pale arc overhead, leaving the child to stare up in wonder. they raise a hoof, trace it lazily with a slow flick of their wrist in sleepy awe, "ah, w - what are you?" they ask in a soft voice as they continue to stare at its fading vividry. they've never seen a rainbow before, this being the first time in their lifespan, but the word is familiar, seeing as it was tossed around alot, particularly when art was present, back in their time with shadowclan. they pause, wondering if it can hear them from up there, before shouting out, voice croaking because it rarely reaches volumes this loud, "n - NAME AND BUSINESS?!" and then they wait on an answer, looking upward.
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  • ( theory of a dead man // o, q&a )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]everybody seems to be doing these, and before frisk knows it, they too jump onto the bandwagon. they suppose there are some things they can share with their new clanmates, but whether or not these things are interesting depends on who it is. frisk moves forward, settling down outside of their little cabin, and daring to announce, voice tremulous, "ah, h - hello? frisk here, um, and i - I'm hosting a q&a.. " falling quiet for a moment, they shift and fidget, a bag of lollies in front of them as they add, "a - also, i - i have candy if anybody wants some,"
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  • WE DEM BOIS [&] O, SKYPE AU

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]for a moment, frisk was pondering wether or not anybody else here knew how to read hands, and so they're extremely relieved when it appears that everybody present does, in fact, know it. quite fluently, they might add. pleased, frisk giggles at the child, signing a careful reply, "no, not deaf." selectively mute, actually, because anxiety is such a pain, but they don't say that. instead, they request a name, "I'm frisk! what's your name?" another flick of movement hits their peripheral vision, and dark eyes find day. the child waves in response, before asking, curious now, "wow, you're good! where did you learn to sign?" they had been taught by a multitude of people, given an excessive amount of books to look from, forced to memorize the alphabet, constantly made to use it, just so they can get used to it. purah, like day, also gets a wave and a quick, "nice to meet you!"
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  • ( theory of a dead man // o, q&a )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]if they heard her thoughts, a sheepish grin would have graced their maw because questions like those are typically what they fall back on, having been demonstrated in jekyll's and sky's own q&as. frisk smiles at day hesitantly, pushing the bag forward to encourage her to take something from the mix, "ah, h - hello!" they greet before pausing, listening to her inquiry. 'What are you thankful for?' they don't answer right away because they have a lot of things to be thankful for - sans, artpop, shadowclan, their family, windclan taking them back in.. lots of things. their answer is simple but vague, careful, "everything." which is undoubtedly true. their smile breaks into a weak grin as they look at her, calculating her reaction, "w - what are you thankful for?" they ask, turning the question on her.
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  • ROSES FOR YOUR FUNERAL MARCH )) O, PARADE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]"bueno, bueno.." the child chants the word 'good' beneath their breath as they move about, taking note of the npcs, almost every last one of them having colorful, skeletal features painted on their faces by others while they chat with one another. frisk is excited to celebrate one of día los de muertos many, many festivities. they didn't think that they'd be able to plan every last one of them, however, so they only focus on the parade, helping craft altars for loved ones who have moved on, aiding the artists that paint the decorative designs of sugar skulls onto the faces of many, and setting up a variety of latin treats, such as marriage cookies and sweet breads into baskets that are expected to be carried by those participating. the child chose the graveyard, naturally, where everybody who has died here lays dormant. after all, what kind of day of the dead would this be if they aren't there, respecting the dead?


    they're so caught up in everything happening around them that it isn't until they are nudged by a clanmate that they realize everything is ready to go, and frisk turns to the npcs, whispering a hush, excited, "now!" their clanmates move, in sync, at a slow pace, beginning to circle the tombs of the deceased. frisk watches for a bit, admiring their capability, before turning to face everyone who is gathering or has already gathered, "ah, h - hello!" frisk greets with a nervous smile, "t - today's event is inspired by the day of the dead, a holiday of latin descent that honors their loved ones by celebrating their time in the world breathing. we'll clean their tombs, share memories of them when they were still here, have fun, dance, sing, party, l - live." the parading members has been picking up speed as the child talks, and are sprinting by the time frisk finishes, whooping and hollering, tossing candies and beads of necklaces into the crowd. somewhere, several instruments begin to play - loud, festive - and frisk smiles softly, "ah, en - enjoy."
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  • GOLD AND DIAMOND, JEWELS BEHIND THE THRONE | MEETING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]/noted! ;^)


    another meeting, another week. like before, frisk feels an elated sensation that warms their heart as they approach, sitting down somewhere near the front. meetings are typical of any organized group, so they have been expecting one to come up soom. however, they also aren't expecting their name to be mentioned in this week's promotions and demotions, so when it hits their ears, they look on, wearing a startled expression. guardian? they're a guardian? they've been promoted to a guardian? they know right off the bat it has to be some sort of semi high position, from experience with shadowclan and phant - ah, the sanctuary, but it sounds impressive to them. hopefully, they won't make him doubt his choice, "a - ah, th - thank you, m - mister cherviltea.. condolences to eremial, and.. congratulations to everybody else."


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  • FALLEN FROM HEAVEN / OPEN, CAPTURE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]frisk is familiar with situations like this. back in shadowclan, tortures and captures are a common sight, a grim tradition that wouldn't ever be dropped, as expected of an anticlan. just because they have witnessed things like this, however, doesn't mean they are totally empathetic toward the concept. in fact, tortures horrify them in general. it's crude and meaningless in their eyes, especially when there are more peaceful ways to solve conflict. the child approaches swiftly at the shout, nerves fraying as they too, stare down at the note with frustration. they can't read what it says, so they turn to daisypaw, inquiring, "does it give any hints to where they might be?" they glance around, as if expecting to see the kidnapper right then and there, "ah, d - does anybody recognize the scent?"
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  • DISNEY WEEK ?!

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  • you want your freedom, take it -- open, visitors

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]a fugitive. frisk finds themself hurrying up to hear the words of seija once the word registers, heart pounding at the thought of a criminal running loose. their thoughts flood to darkstalker, naturally, a man who had been exiled from shadowclan for deliberately harming a child and disrespecting authority. as a result, frisk and whitenoise reported the incident to the leader at the time, cagedprincess. this action had.. pissed him off, and he tossed threats around continuously up until finally, he caught frisk when they were alone and killed them. if not for the ability to load a save point, they're fairly certain that they wouldn't be here now. they slide in beside cherviltea, instantly tensing and murmuring a soft, scared breath of a sentence, "he can't come here." before falling silent, brows crinkling together.
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  • DISNEY WEEK ?!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]I think I'm gonna join the bandwagon and make frisk flower from bambi whoops
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