if any of your theories are true, shouldn't you step away from the ledge?

[astrongspearit]

Who: Undyne and the fish of the lake! And you!
What: The ceiling that looks like a home that she's been away from.
Where: Around the lake, near the dam.
When: Now! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW, PUNKS
Warnings: A STRONG FISH WITH STRONG FEEFEES. POSSIBLY SOME GAY SHIT. A VERY COOL PIRATE-STYLE EYEPATCH!!!!!!!!

[ hi, Hadriel. The ceiling is different, today. Stones, placed just so perfectly that adorn the walls above remind a certain fish of home. And, strangely enough, it's a pretty welcome sight. She thought she'd be more excited to see the sun again, or feel a breeze on her face, but a couple months of being here has really made her a little...homesick.

Not that it's anyone's business that she's feeling a little off, staring up at the ceiling, rubber boots dunked into the flowing water to feel the pressure of the current. That was always one of her favorite things about Waterfall. Standing in rushing water, splashing in it as she'd run across the area while training her favorite boneheaded skeleton, or even her pack of dogs.

Her head sinks and she looks at herself in the reflection of the shallow water. Yep, still you, and that ceiling is still there and...it's not sad. Every ending is just a new place to start over. And in seeing all the business and liveliness of Hadriel, she's found herself not as mad. Everyone here's super nice! And they're nice to her friends, and Alphys is here, and okay. And that's worth being happy for, right?

A leg is lifted out of the water. The boot drips with condensation, and she stands up, dusting her butt off and pressing her hands on her hips. Staring upwards at that big, starry ceiling.

Something to work towards. Always. ]

Yeah. We'll get there.

[ just gotta keep believing that it'll happen. ♥ ]

Comments

[mttbrandlegs]

And to where are we getting, might I ask?

[Surprise Mettaton sneaking up on people? Yep.

Did she...even know he was here yet? He doubted it, he'd just gotten to speak to Asgore recently, and with the city split as it had been, plus how much he was ducking social interaction ever since he'd arrived, well...

He hadn't seen her. He'd just known she was here. And if she hadn't seen ]

It's a rare moment to see the captain of the guard so pensive.

[astrongspearit]

[ she turns toward Mettaton, her hair whipping behind her. ]

Out of here, of course!! You...you're Alphys' friend, right?

[mttbrandlegs]

[Alphys' friend. Oh, is that what he amounts to nowadays? Sheesh.

Well, he's mostly alright with it, but it would be nice if Undyne remembered him by name, as he obviously remembered her.

Just remember. You're pretty forgettable.]

Yes, I am! I've been crashing her laboratory--or I was, until the city split up. Tons of fun that was, right darling?

[Yikes. So sarcastic.]

[journalname]

It is a bit nostalgic, isn't it?

[It's pretty unlikely that she didn't hear him coming, but HEEEEEERE'S ASGORE]

[circumitus]

Guess it depends on where you want to go.

[Rey is probably of the minority that isn't as keen on getting out of here as soon as possible. She has things going for her now, unlike before. Plus the view is nicer.

[She was on her way to check on the dam's generator when she catches the fish lady turning heaventoward. Only Rey's eyes shift in that same direction, observing the new patterns adorning overhead.

[...It's also possible that Rey might have been in Hadriel for too long. The whole "fish lady" thing hardly fazes her these days.]

[amos_moses]

Might not wanna wade out too far. There's sharks.

An' something' else? Dunno what, but it eats the fish.

[Amos delivers this helpful advice while throwing a handful of breadcrumbs out across the water. The surface dimples as hungry fish mouths begin nibbling at the bread.]

[skelebro]

[He's still out and about, for a certain value of "out and about." He is out and about in the sense that he's not in, and he's sleeping outside the house for once. There's something about the sparkling spread of false sky that's soothing. Reminiscent of home. He'd modeled it after Waterfall - the only sky he's got any business knowing.

He ends up a few feet behind her, hands buried in jacket pockets. Surveying the distorted glitter of the ceiling's reflection rippling across the lake.]

Headin' somewhere nice?