05-11-2016, 04:50 PM
Most people wouldn’t think much of two girls exploring the Ashen Steppes; they’d probably assume them to be lost, or maybe just exploring. If you’d met them in person, however, you most likely wouldn’t live to make any assumptions—especially if you had an item of interest.
The particular to items of interest at the moment were Star Pieces. The red one, to be exact, which just so happened to be within the very same realm the duo called a home. Tucked away behind a distant mountain was a craggy house made out of magma that had long since cooled. This was little more than camouflage, however, since the inside turned out to be oddly normal. A shag carpet covered a wooden floor, alongside a plush couch, a wooden coffee table, and various throw pillows. A set of stairs led up to the bedroom, and a few other doors led to the bathroom and kitchen. A flat screen TV occupied the majority of one wall, and a Wii U console rested underneath. The Base’s vault was hidden in darkness behind said console.
Madotsuki knelt down and gently handled the artifact in awe, admiring the faint, colored pulses that emanated from inside the almost-star shaped object. One of the points was broken off, and she and Chara were going to fix it. Gingerly, she lowered the magic rock back into the vault and locked it up tight. She turned to face Chara from across the coffee table, who was digging through her bag on the couch. The dreamer’s bag rested on the table, and she took the chance to review her inventory: her knife, which had helped her through thick and thin (despite using it so often, the knife gleamed as if it were brand new. Chara had explained that leaving bloodstains on the knife was bad for its condition, so Madotsuki had taken to shining it after each fight); her diary, which also served as a weapon if she focused on it; about a week’s worth of traveling supplies and cookies (what? She had a sweet tooth); and some tiki mask she lifted of a Prime they recently destroyed, although she had yet to figure out how it worked.
Closing the bag, she slung it over her shoulder and glanced down at Chara. It was a lot easier to look down at the megalomaniac when she was sitting down, since despite the six-year age difference, Madotsuki only stood about half-a-head taller otherwise. She pointed at Chara, then at the door, asking if she was ready. The determination-incarnate looked up and nodded with that too-wide-for-her-face grin that was always plastered on her face. “I’m always ready, Mado,” she said, hoisting her own bag up.
The dreamer had to raise an eyebrow at that statement, especially due to that one incident at the Frozen Fields when they found the Blue Star Piece and forgot to bring a container to keep the cold in. Thankfully, it stopped radiating cold the moment they entered the Nexus, but they had to handle it the entire way back. She had wanted to bring the moment up, but considering Chara’s volatile disposition, she chose not to speak up.
Instead, she walked over to the door and gestured for Chara to follow. Madotsuki reached out to open the door, but paused suddenly. There were footsteps outside. The nightterror backed up and withdrew her knife, staring down the door as if a picture of her worst enemy was pasted to it. Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited for something to happen.
The particular to items of interest at the moment were Star Pieces. The red one, to be exact, which just so happened to be within the very same realm the duo called a home. Tucked away behind a distant mountain was a craggy house made out of magma that had long since cooled. This was little more than camouflage, however, since the inside turned out to be oddly normal. A shag carpet covered a wooden floor, alongside a plush couch, a wooden coffee table, and various throw pillows. A set of stairs led up to the bedroom, and a few other doors led to the bathroom and kitchen. A flat screen TV occupied the majority of one wall, and a Wii U console rested underneath. The Base’s vault was hidden in darkness behind said console.
Madotsuki knelt down and gently handled the artifact in awe, admiring the faint, colored pulses that emanated from inside the almost-star shaped object. One of the points was broken off, and she and Chara were going to fix it. Gingerly, she lowered the magic rock back into the vault and locked it up tight. She turned to face Chara from across the coffee table, who was digging through her bag on the couch. The dreamer’s bag rested on the table, and she took the chance to review her inventory: her knife, which had helped her through thick and thin (despite using it so often, the knife gleamed as if it were brand new. Chara had explained that leaving bloodstains on the knife was bad for its condition, so Madotsuki had taken to shining it after each fight); her diary, which also served as a weapon if she focused on it; about a week’s worth of traveling supplies and cookies (what? She had a sweet tooth); and some tiki mask she lifted of a Prime they recently destroyed, although she had yet to figure out how it worked.
Closing the bag, she slung it over her shoulder and glanced down at Chara. It was a lot easier to look down at the megalomaniac when she was sitting down, since despite the six-year age difference, Madotsuki only stood about half-a-head taller otherwise. She pointed at Chara, then at the door, asking if she was ready. The determination-incarnate looked up and nodded with that too-wide-for-her-face grin that was always plastered on her face. “I’m always ready, Mado,” she said, hoisting her own bag up.
The dreamer had to raise an eyebrow at that statement, especially due to that one incident at the Frozen Fields when they found the Blue Star Piece and forgot to bring a container to keep the cold in. Thankfully, it stopped radiating cold the moment they entered the Nexus, but they had to handle it the entire way back. She had wanted to bring the moment up, but considering Chara’s volatile disposition, she chose not to speak up.
Instead, she walked over to the door and gestured for Chara to follow. Madotsuki reached out to open the door, but paused suddenly. There were footsteps outside. The nightterror backed up and withdrew her knife, staring down the door as if a picture of her worst enemy was pasted to it. Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited for something to happen.
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