knewbest: (c: you can do it)
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[The world of humans has changed a lot from what Toriel remembers. Then again, so has the world of monsters - their worldview, really. The sky is so much wider than a narrow stone ceiling.

What endures is that the little, quiet corners matter just as much as the bustling population centres, to monsters and humans alike. They matter to Toriel; in some strange way, the mountainside scenery reminds her of other places she once knew thousands of years ago. And they matter to the up-and-coming ambassador to the humans, which is why they're on this world tour to begin with.

At least, this sleepy country town mattered to the ambassador up until half a minute ago, when they noticed a fox dart into a hedge and let out a squeal of delight. They are about ten years old.]


You will not wander too far, will you?

[They nod enthusiastically, and she smiles, reaching down to give their hair another ruffle before they can barrel away.]

All right. Play safely, my child.

[And off they go towards the shrine, paying no attention to either the faintly wistful look on her face or the whispers that have followed the two of them since they walked into the shopping district.

After a moment of quiet, Toriel turns away from the shrine entrance and pads towards the closest store, her pace slow and deliberately dignified. Perhaps she can find the child a hairbrush...]
sawhell: (timeskip | windswept)
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[Ed opens his eyes, and has to screw them up immediately as the sunlight does its best to stab through them.

It's not the sunlight that surprises him, though, nor the feel of damp grass brushing against the back of his neck. It's the quiet. If they were attacked, it must be long over... but then, how long was he out for? And where the hell is everyone now? He's alive, of course he's alive, but there's no way the entire rest of their group could be taken out so neatly... is there?

He shoots upright before he's given himself time to finish that train of thought.]
Hey!

[...A field, huh? An empty one, it looks like. Goddamnit, he might even have welcomed the sight of that worthless old bastard at this point.

Now he thinks about it, what was he doing before he got here? It's a blur. That doesn't happen to him often.

He decides he doesn't like it. Cursing none too quietly, he scrambles to his feet.]
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