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Date: 2017-09-05 05:10 pm (UTC)"Ah-?" Slowly and carefully, Yuri moves towards the edge of the bed and glances toward the airplane. He can't see anyone, although he's loathe to take his eyes away from the griffon. "You," he calls down, "Who are you? Show yourself."
i wouldn't call those anime rly
Date: 2017-09-06 07:16 am (UTC)"'Ice' colors there, new guy!" he greets, waving one of those undersized wings.
From the floor, Tsunderplane scoffs loudly. "I'm the plane with the great hat! Can't you see with those anime eyes, idiot!?"
Somewhere else in the house, a woman speaks--sort of. It sounds less like a sentence and more like a single word and a grunt. Frisk doesn't answer it.
A door opens and shuts hard enough to be felt through the floor, and absolutely none of the toys give it attention.
like yuri's one to judge ppl's fashion sense
Date: 2017-11-05 04:24 pm (UTC)"Do forgive me for not realizing," he says in a tone that is not especially contrite, "But most airplanes aren't quite so... mouthy." And the 'great' descriptive is subjective at best, he thinks, but he refrains from saying so out loud.
As Yuri speaks he moves over to the foot of the bed and takes a hold of a railing. He looks up at the sound of a woman speaking and then- he thankfully doesn't startle much outwardly when the door slams, just holds tighter onto the bed, which is a vast improvement over how he would have reacted when he was younger.
"Who was that?"
snrk
Date: 2017-11-06 12:20 am (UTC)Across the gap, gleeful his joke wasn't entirely rejected, Snowdrake follows partway--the bed is plenty longer than the desk, of course, and he's not risking a running jump across the gap when Frisk might return any minute.
"Huh...? Oh, who left? That's Mama," he says, wondering what kind of question that is. Who else could she be? "Don't snowflake out! Frisk's still here, and they have the house to themselves now, it's great!"
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Date: 2017-11-14 01:32 am (UTC)Still, he's starting to put more pieces together: "And you two would be Frisk's toys." They look like toys, even apart from the obvious size compared to the rest of the room. So far what seems likely to Yuri is that 'Mama' is a NEXT who can miniaturize things and gives them to that child to play with-
-and has access to robot technology? The plane and Snowdrake won't be able to see it, but Yuri is narrowing his eyes very hard at them, under that mask. "Quite the unusual selection."
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Date: 2017-11-14 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-05 01:45 am (UTC)"It doesn't matter where I'm from," he says, shrugging in an expansive, ragdoll sort of way. (Rather more so than he realizes, in fact.) "I go wherever justice must be served..."
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Date: 2017-12-05 02:47 am (UTC)Speak of the devil, footsteps. In an instant, he flees back to his place on the edge of the lampstand, and the plane below falls onto a wing with a soft tap.
Frisk ambles in with their cocoa clutched in their hands, long since snapping down their actual food. They put it down on their stand, right where Snowdrake had been standing a few moments ago, and leaps onto their bed hard enough to make everything bounce again.
"Friday," they grouse facedown into their blanket. Mama's out. That means they're stuck sorta close to the house tonight, 'cause they're not going be able to ask for money for the bus, and they want to save the allowance shoved in their desk drawer...
...they eventually roll over and notice something missing. Their new Lunatic doll. Where--?
They roll again until their head's dangling off the edge, hair-curtain failing to obscure him from where he apparently fell to the floor. They reach out to pick him up again, scooting back, and examine him again from next to their face. Yeah, still real weird.
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Date: 2017-12-05 03:24 am (UTC)Yuri lies on the floor, watching without moving as Frisk's enormous feet move past, feeling the slight shock waves reverberate when they bounce on the bed next to him.
He learns, from their slightly muffled voice, that it is apparently Friday. He is missing work. Whenever he gets out of this mess, he's going to have to explain his absence.
And then all of a sudden he's surrounded by hair and he's being lifted up into the air and now he's face to face with Frisk. His limbs flop boneless against their fingers, and Yuri finds himself scrutinizing them almost as much as they are him.
He's not sure how to gauge how old they are, beyond definitely not a teenager or toddler. They have an ordinary sort of face with their most outstanding feature, at this range, being the peculiar golden brown color of their eyes.
It's a little early to tell for sure, but the toys seemed to like the child. But perhaps they were programmed to feel that way, and that signifies nothing. Oh, and they like heroes, but that's most children, as far as Yuri is aware. He doesn't spend much time with children, after all, outside of that one interview or the rare court case.
He doesn't even like children- they're irrational, and ignorant in the ways of the world, and... Well. He just doesn't care for them. Which makes it all the more perverse that he has to pose as a toy.
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Date: 2017-12-05 03:54 am (UTC)And then--their gaze is still fixed forward, but they're not staring at him, their eyes are a little glassy, just thinking. Again, why did mama get them this? She left the boxes on the couch, and they peeked in one, but there was just a weirdly-designed quilt on top of everything else in it, so they couldn't really get an idea of the rest of the stuff. She probably wouldn't care that much, but Frisk still thinks they should wait a couple days for what she might wanna do with it all, or if she'd notice if they took other things.
They absently move their hand a little bit, watching his arms and odd wrist-circles shift against their skin. On another layer of thought--and maybe a little bit of subconscious superhero-style fondness--they start to think about that darkness-snuffing stuff, and then light, and then they're arcing him through the air.
Where is he? He's in the sky, around sunrise. (There's no fire anywhere.) All the clouds are quite pretty up here, and there are colorful flocks of birds all over. Eventually he finds a mountain's peak, looking at the snow curiously, flying in lower until he just barely skims it, sending powder rippling through the air from the breeze of his own flight.
--But it's a short fantasy. They end it by sitting up and resting him against the wall, matching their position. They have their cocoa to attend to.
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Date: 2017-12-29 10:42 pm (UTC)He blinks a few times, not sure how he got there, but even with his eyes closed he can feel the lack of ground beneath him and the wind blowing around him. Part of Yuri knows it should be disorienting, frightening, but-
It's so peaceful up here. No noise except for the occasional cooing of the passing flocks of birds, and the air rushing past his ears while he flies through clouds tinted pink by the sunrise.
The land below eventually catches his eye, a mountain peak in particular within easy swooping distance. Yuri wonders just where these mountains are and who or what lives around them, and he's pulled down for a closer look, the powdered snow sent flying, sparkling in the air...
And then he's sitting on Frisk's bed.
What.
...It takes a moment to reorient himself. Yuri's not entirely unused to strange visions but that was. Something else, and he risks a peek up at Frisk. But they're innocently drinking cocoa and providing no answers, so he looks forward over at the griffin thing on the lamp. Did it notice anything odd going on?
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Date: 2017-12-30 07:12 am (UTC)It's a peaceful bedroom with a child enjoying a sweet drink. Nothing more.
At least until they finish their cocoa, though they take long enough with slow sips that it's nearly cool in their hands by the end. Then they're on their feet again and...pacing. A little. Peering out the window. The sky is slightly darker than it was before, though it'll be quite some time before true sunset.
Back to the bed, back to him, and then grabbing the card that bounced off the pillow when they jumped on. 'Lunatic'. Frisk doesn't hear that word a lot. "...Crazy." That is what it means, right? They're suddenly not feeling so sure. It's an odd name--though 'Frisk' is weird in its own way, they guess...
They look at him again, then scoop him up one more time before sliding on over to their computer (literally, the floor's smooth enough for it even in bare feet) to look it up. They loosely consider typing with his hand instead of theirs, but that'd take too long.
lunatic define
Absently, they let him hang where he can see the screen.
Yeah, they were right--'crazy', a kind of rude word for it. An old word. "Luna," they murmur. "Moonstruck?" Okay, 'moonstruck' is a word they like better for crazy. It sounds pretty and moonlight stuff fits the quote better.
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Date: 2018-04-03 07:57 pm (UTC)(He wonders if they’re waiting for something. Maybe their Mama, since they keep looking outside.)
Frisk returns to their bed, returns to the card that he still hasn’t gotten a proper look at, but which apparently has something ‘crazy’ written on it. Then he’s being scooped up again, and brought over to the computer- at his current size it’s enormous, not quite big enough to be wall-size but still significantly oversized. It holds possibilities, but not while this child is here, and instead he’s left to watch over their research.
Frisk must have recognized him in some way, or maybe there was some information written on the card about him, because they’re looking up the definition of his name. Evidently, their vocabulary isn’t particularly extensive.
Lunatic. Noun. Definition: A mentally ill person (not in technical use). Synonyms include maniac, madman, imbecile, psychopath, psychotic, etc. Further definitions and synonyms and examples are clicked through and explored, until they land on the word moonstruck.
Adjective. Definition: Affected by or as if by the moon: such as a: mentally unbalanced, b: romantically sentimental, c: lost in fantasy or reverie.
If he weren’t pretending to be a doll, Yuri would point out to Frisk that the connotations are somewhat different, and not entirely appropriate for his identity and mission.
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Date: 2018-04-04 12:16 am (UTC)But not yet.
They've gained knowledge, but they're not entirely satisfied, and there's still more time to kill. There's a perfectly okay chair right there, but they end up leaning against the edge of their desk instead to look him over again.
He has a humanlike body, but that face definitely isn't. Neither are the weird disc shapes around his wrists, and they run their finger over the thing on his back--those could be wings that're detachable. Frisk considers tugging it off for a moment, but they remember they've had action figures with stuff like that before, and their accessories are long lost around the house. They don't want to lose it so quickly.
There's a computer right there, only the thought of trying to look him up with more detail doesn't occur to them. They're going to be stuck wondering a little longer.
"What kinda monster are you?" Frisk wonders softly.
Monster...or alien. Alien might make more sense with a moon name, but they like monsters better. He's their monster now.
idk man here's yuri being Dramatic internally
Date: 2018-06-25 04:43 am (UTC)And just what does Frisk keep looking at him for?
The rocking motions of Frisk's hands settle a bit, and then their soft voice slides over Yuri.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Yuri stares up at them. Frisk's hands are merely warm, but inside of himself, Yuri burns. He knows what kind of monster he is. If Frisk is fortunate, he thinks, they'll never get a chance to find out.
Put me down already!
it's very Yuri™️
Date: 2018-06-26 12:44 am (UTC)Frisk does not put him down. For another couple of minutes, they keep petting his 'wings' and letting their thoughts slide around.
Eventually, they hold him out and 'stand' him on the surface of the desk next to them, supporting him with their fingers beneath his arms. The lamp, the computer, those are the outlines of buildings, strings of light stretched between them. It's deep at night in the best part of the city, and Snowdrake is laughing to the side, sending out a flurry of ice beneath his wings to catch the light even more.
A festival, a party! Just for the sake of it!
But just that. A booming bell from one of the churches on the other side of Frisk's block chimes, and they're pulled from playtime again, jerking their head to look outside.
There's kids who play on the playground, out late where their parents don't watch close, just like theirs. It's time, and they haven't got to go see any of their friends for a while...
For a split second, they consider bringing their new toy. On a second glance, they decide it's too risky. Not going to get him broke on the first day they've got him.
Frisk strides across the room, dropping Lunatic down on their pillow, and heads out. They close their bedroom door behind them, and the door of the apartment follows after they jam their shoes on--though lots quieter than Mama.
The apartment is empty of human life...and there's quite a gap between the floor and the bottom of the bedroom door.
From his place on the desk, Snowdrake stretches. "Aw. That would've been a cool party."