Canceled : Make My Life Hell (Worm X Undertale : SI)
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Mingyu
Devourer of Large Stories and Small Animals
- Location
- Illinois
Yep, that "no swearing" thing is definitely a work in progress. ^_^
Gah! The puns! ...It reminds me so much of a friend that does the same thing. By himself. Still, it was a fun spot to see them bonding while Frisk is stuck doing body stuff.
My school experience wasn't anything like that. Of course, I grew to 6'2" by junior high...and was really lucky no one bothered to pick on me while I was reading.
It seems we'll be talking to the casually dressed guy anyway, so I flipped a coin...which happened to be a dime that fell off my hand and came up:
[X] A casually dressed guy squatted down beside Frisk. "Hello how are you doing?"
Gah! The puns! ...It reminds me so much of a friend that does the same thing. By himself. Still, it was a fun spot to see them bonding while Frisk is stuck doing body stuff.
My school experience wasn't anything like that. Of course, I grew to 6'2" by junior high...and was really lucky no one bothered to pick on me while I was reading.
It seems we'll be talking to the casually dressed guy anyway, so I flipped a coin...which happened to be a dime that fell off my hand and came up:
[X] A casually dressed guy squatted down beside Frisk. "Hello how are you doing?"
[X] A casually dressed guy squatted down beside Frisk. "Hello how are you doing?"
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- Location
- Ohio
That's a good point, Little Monster. The idea of leaving the classroom with a complete stranger would be kind of scary.
[X] A casually dressed guy squatted down beside Frisk. "Hello how are you doing?"
Tired
Blitzkreug
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Creaking open my eyes I saw a caucasian man, maybe forties, squatting down beside Frisk, all smiles with his short-sleeved shirt and black khakis. The casual professional of an office if I ever saw one. Smiling he asked, "Hello how are you doing?"
I couldn't help but feel he was uh… fuck. Come on I watch enough SVU to know them, hell wasn't I thinking of them earlier? Standing up with a yawn I shuffled over towards Frisk, who was busy drawing something, before finally realizing that I was thinking of Social Services. Or was it Child Protective Services? Fuck I need sleep.
"Good." She replied shortly and simply.
I stopped by her side, leaning onto the desk and glanced to the drawing. Was that Toriel? I think it was. The Social Security/Child Protective Services guy replied before I could say something, looking down at their drawing. "Whatcha drawing there?" What kind of accent does this guy have?
I waved at Frisk first before she could reply. She glanced over quickly before looking back, stalling her reply with a thoughtful hum "Okay uh, pretty sure Social Services guy here." Gestured to him. "Job is to ensure kids are healthy and if they aren't they take them away to a better home."
"Toriel." Frisk answered the Social security guy before I could finish explaining.
The SS man cocked his head and asked, "Who's that?"
"Nice boss-monster lady. Queen of the Kingdom of Monsters." Frisk happily explained.
I facepalmed at that and muttered into my hand. "Fucking god damn it." My voice overlapping with something that the guy was saying. Continuing over it, because at least Chara was able to hear me. "For you guys the SS guy is a hindrance because if he thinks you're unhealthy mentally or physically he'll try to drag you to a new home. Or have PRT people follow you if it sounds like you might have powers."
"Frisk's good at deflecting attention." Chara said, watching Frisk talk to the SS guy. "Like I said, trust them.
I rubbed my eyes with a groan, trying to wake myself up a little and pushed off of Frisk's desk. "And I trust in the fact everyone has little tells and Social services peoples are supposed to have training to recognize said tells. Just I watch a lot of shows of competent people doing stuff."
"Eloi said Frisk had the best poker face he has seen. I don't think this guy is as perceptive as him." Chara countered.
I heard the SS guy ask Frisk what her name was, a short answer being given in the Frisk way. "Frisk." Then Social Security guy asked last name. "Dreemur."
Eh shouldn't have expected anything else for last name. Shaking my head a bit to clear my head I turned back to Chara. "Just it's more important to keep quiet around this guy if you want to keep government from following around and getting in way." Man how long have I been awake?
"We could lose them." Chara said confidently. "We learned to evade the Dog Squad after all."
I shook my head. "Less you can't lose them, more it's productive to not have to deal with it in the first place."
She scratched her cheek while countering "They can't be that bothersome if they can't find us, and we might have to go out of our way to keep them off our backs. So might be better to just not care about them."
I looked at her over my glasses for a few moments before shaking my head, waving her off and turning away. Too early to deal with this. Or was it late? Seriously what time is it? My looking for the clock was distracted by the man asking, "So where are you staying?"
"Mr. Lavere's house." Frisk happily answered, still focused on drawing her picture of Toriel.
"And does he treat you nice?" I leaned back against a desk, just watching for anything important she might screw up on. After that then maybe try go back to a nap. Need some sleep to deal with all this stuff.
"Yeah. He lets me read his books, he has a lot." Frisk said, with what was probably her longest sentence of the day.
He nodded along, and asked "And how do you know him? Is he a friend of your parents?"
Frisk shook her head. "Met yesterday." I frowned at that answer. Mr SS apparently didn't like the answer, his smile faltering just a little bit, but still remaining as a smile.
Nevertheless he was about to ask another question when I heard one of the oldest ringtones I've had the displeasure of hearing. Actually frowning now he looked back to Frisk with an actual smile for a moment and said, "I'll be back in a minute to talk okay?" Frisk nodded and the worker got up to leave, pulling out his phone, then actually left the room.
Frowning and wondering as to who this was I got up to follow, stumbling for a moment. Fuck me man, I haven't been up that long right? Shaking my head again I followed him out of the room and through the wall, but then ran smack dab into the barrier thing no more than a foot from the wall. This is starting to piss me off. Watching the Social security man on his phone I tried to piece together what he was saying.
Something about a Carlos being missing again, this guy answering about locations. Nothing I could make out that seemed relevant to me or the kiddos. Either way though the guy seemed upset about this Carlos being missing, which would make sense if he was one of the good workers. I was just about to walk back inside to take a nap when I heard someone else walking down the hall. Turning I saw a very familiar face. Fucking Marquis. What?
Frowning I leaned back inside to address the kiddos. "Hey Marquis is here." Frisk flashed me a thumbs up before returning to her drawing, Chara not making any visible reaction. I frowned at them then returned to the hallway. If neither is going to pay attention then fuck'em, i'll watch myself. I didn't miss anything other than I guess them saying hello.
The Social Security guy had closed his phone and was facing Marquis now, who was dressed in another suit, with his arms crossed. "I'm told that Frisk is staying with you Mr. Lavere?"
Marquis nodded, his hands idly sitting in his pocket. "For the past day or two yes, she has been staying with me."
Social guy frowned. "And you just met her the other day?"
Marquis nodded again. "She was wandering alone in ABB territory, and said she didn't know the way home. So I offered to let her stay with me for a while, while I looked up where she lives and could contact her parents. She later explained that she didn't have any parents, to return her to, so I let her stay the night. I planned to sort things out today, but apparently my daughter thought it'd be fun to take her new friend to school." Sounded about right.
Still the Social guy shook his head and simply said, "Well Mr. Lavere I can't let her stay with you another night, there are rules to follow regarding orphaned children."
Marquis smiled at the man and gestured to his pocket. "Perhaps you should check that over with your boss."
Both me and the Social guy frowned and he reached into his pocket to grab his phone and dialed it, before he started talking. "Uh hey Hanson, the Frisk thing." He paused and his eyes widened as this Hanson said something. "Of course sir I just mean tha--" I could hear the guy on the phone from here, maybe not what he was saying exactly but it was loud. "Sir but." More phone yelling before Social nodded. "Alright sir, sorry." Then the Social guy turned to Marquis with a frown. "Well it seems everything is taken care of then."
"So it is." Was Marquis's simple reply before looking to his watch. "And it's almost time for school to end." This talking made me think that he just pulled some strings behind the scene, because why would this guy's boss just tell him to bugger off, nevermind how confident Marquis was during the whole thing. I turned back around to tell the kids when the bell ringed. Was that a school end or class end ring?
A swarm of children leaving every classroom at once, some running, others skipping, answered my question and so I just sticked to the wall and waited for Amy and Frisk to leave their classroom, which didn't take too long before I 'shoved' my way through the crowd. Marquis offered them both a smile and a wave as they approached, Amy excitedly skipping over towards him. "Hi dad!" She yelled to him as I glanced to her.
I stopped as the kids closed the distance, watching Marquis. "Anything interesting happen?" Chara asked.
Blinking once I turned to her. "Uh yeah. Marquis pull strings to get Social Security guy to leave, his boss ended up telling him to stop his little investigation or whatever." I said stretching.
"Huh, must really like his daughter then." Was Chara's response.
I frowned towards her as Marquis asked Frisk about her day. "What is it going to take for you to realize he actually cares about ya?"
She was quiet for a while, staring at the ceiling still, before replying seriously "Something that doesn't benefit him in any way."
I kept frowning because in my opinion some of the stuff he's done hasn't benefited him but whatever. Pessimism is great for seeing the world in one way. What could I rely on for that? Only thing I can think of is New Wave fucking up and he gets himself hurt protecting them. Veryyy much doubt that ever happening though. Shaking my head I just focused on trying to avoid the kids in my way, the swarms of leaving school always having too many people to avoid even when I had a body.
"I could pick you up, so no-one accidentally walks through you." Chara's offered, surprising me with the offer.
Looking up to her floating above I nodded, "Yes please." She floated down and slid her hands under my armpits, and then we went up, me dangling above all the other kids. My foot being so close to kicking each of them in the head. "Oh this is weird."
"Eh." She responded.
Not sure whether to be scared or to think this is cool I settled for kicking my legs slightly and watching everyone from above. It's one thing to be above people by a story or two, it's another to be practically standing on top of their heads. I giggled a bit at this because it was so weird right now. I stopped giggling after a few moments because I realized this wasn't funny. Then I started again because I was laughing at nothing like an idiot. It continued like this for a minute or two until we were out of the way and she set me down on the ground.
Bouncing slightly off the ground, now beside just Marquis, Amy and the kiddos I turned to Chara with a slight smile, because I was not in the mood to dodge all those kids again and said, "Thanks love."
She blushed faintly and turned away, "Was nothing."
I chuckled a little at yet another blush from her, before plopping down on the ground. "Yes it was." Then I laid down to shut my eyes.
Due to SI not being as much of a soldier as Frisk or Chara, that being he's on the verge of passing out from exhaustion without being able to, his PoV is unreliable for the next few chapters, so you're going to be voting for the PoV for next couple of chapters.
[] Marquis
[] Frisk
I couldn't help but feel he was uh… fuck. Come on I watch enough SVU to know them, hell wasn't I thinking of them earlier? Standing up with a yawn I shuffled over towards Frisk, who was busy drawing something, before finally realizing that I was thinking of Social Services. Or was it Child Protective Services? Fuck I need sleep.
"Good." She replied shortly and simply.
I stopped by her side, leaning onto the desk and glanced to the drawing. Was that Toriel? I think it was. The Social Security/Child Protective Services guy replied before I could say something, looking down at their drawing. "Whatcha drawing there?" What kind of accent does this guy have?
I waved at Frisk first before she could reply. She glanced over quickly before looking back, stalling her reply with a thoughtful hum "Okay uh, pretty sure Social Services guy here." Gestured to him. "Job is to ensure kids are healthy and if they aren't they take them away to a better home."
"Toriel." Frisk answered the Social security guy before I could finish explaining.
The SS man cocked his head and asked, "Who's that?"
"Nice boss-monster lady. Queen of the Kingdom of Monsters." Frisk happily explained.
I facepalmed at that and muttered into my hand. "Fucking god damn it." My voice overlapping with something that the guy was saying. Continuing over it, because at least Chara was able to hear me. "For you guys the SS guy is a hindrance because if he thinks you're unhealthy mentally or physically he'll try to drag you to a new home. Or have PRT people follow you if it sounds like you might have powers."
"Frisk's good at deflecting attention." Chara said, watching Frisk talk to the SS guy. "Like I said, trust them.
I rubbed my eyes with a groan, trying to wake myself up a little and pushed off of Frisk's desk. "And I trust in the fact everyone has little tells and Social services peoples are supposed to have training to recognize said tells. Just I watch a lot of shows of competent people doing stuff."
"Eloi said Frisk had the best poker face he has seen. I don't think this guy is as perceptive as him." Chara countered.
I heard the SS guy ask Frisk what her name was, a short answer being given in the Frisk way. "Frisk." Then Social Security guy asked last name. "Dreemur."
Eh shouldn't have expected anything else for last name. Shaking my head a bit to clear my head I turned back to Chara. "Just it's more important to keep quiet around this guy if you want to keep government from following around and getting in way." Man how long have I been awake?
"We could lose them." Chara said confidently. "We learned to evade the Dog Squad after all."
I shook my head. "Less you can't lose them, more it's productive to not have to deal with it in the first place."
She scratched her cheek while countering "They can't be that bothersome if they can't find us, and we might have to go out of our way to keep them off our backs. So might be better to just not care about them."
I looked at her over my glasses for a few moments before shaking my head, waving her off and turning away. Too early to deal with this. Or was it late? Seriously what time is it? My looking for the clock was distracted by the man asking, "So where are you staying?"
"Mr. Lavere's house." Frisk happily answered, still focused on drawing her picture of Toriel.
"And does he treat you nice?" I leaned back against a desk, just watching for anything important she might screw up on. After that then maybe try go back to a nap. Need some sleep to deal with all this stuff.
"Yeah. He lets me read his books, he has a lot." Frisk said, with what was probably her longest sentence of the day.
He nodded along, and asked "And how do you know him? Is he a friend of your parents?"
Frisk shook her head. "Met yesterday." I frowned at that answer. Mr SS apparently didn't like the answer, his smile faltering just a little bit, but still remaining as a smile.
Nevertheless he was about to ask another question when I heard one of the oldest ringtones I've had the displeasure of hearing. Actually frowning now he looked back to Frisk with an actual smile for a moment and said, "I'll be back in a minute to talk okay?" Frisk nodded and the worker got up to leave, pulling out his phone, then actually left the room.
Frowning and wondering as to who this was I got up to follow, stumbling for a moment. Fuck me man, I haven't been up that long right? Shaking my head again I followed him out of the room and through the wall, but then ran smack dab into the barrier thing no more than a foot from the wall. This is starting to piss me off. Watching the Social security man on his phone I tried to piece together what he was saying.
Something about a Carlos being missing again, this guy answering about locations. Nothing I could make out that seemed relevant to me or the kiddos. Either way though the guy seemed upset about this Carlos being missing, which would make sense if he was one of the good workers. I was just about to walk back inside to take a nap when I heard someone else walking down the hall. Turning I saw a very familiar face. Fucking Marquis. What?
Frowning I leaned back inside to address the kiddos. "Hey Marquis is here." Frisk flashed me a thumbs up before returning to her drawing, Chara not making any visible reaction. I frowned at them then returned to the hallway. If neither is going to pay attention then fuck'em, i'll watch myself. I didn't miss anything other than I guess them saying hello.
The Social Security guy had closed his phone and was facing Marquis now, who was dressed in another suit, with his arms crossed. "I'm told that Frisk is staying with you Mr. Lavere?"
Marquis nodded, his hands idly sitting in his pocket. "For the past day or two yes, she has been staying with me."
Social guy frowned. "And you just met her the other day?"
Marquis nodded again. "She was wandering alone in ABB territory, and said she didn't know the way home. So I offered to let her stay with me for a while, while I looked up where she lives and could contact her parents. She later explained that she didn't have any parents, to return her to, so I let her stay the night. I planned to sort things out today, but apparently my daughter thought it'd be fun to take her new friend to school." Sounded about right.
Still the Social guy shook his head and simply said, "Well Mr. Lavere I can't let her stay with you another night, there are rules to follow regarding orphaned children."
Marquis smiled at the man and gestured to his pocket. "Perhaps you should check that over with your boss."
Both me and the Social guy frowned and he reached into his pocket to grab his phone and dialed it, before he started talking. "Uh hey Hanson, the Frisk thing." He paused and his eyes widened as this Hanson said something. "Of course sir I just mean tha--" I could hear the guy on the phone from here, maybe not what he was saying exactly but it was loud. "Sir but." More phone yelling before Social nodded. "Alright sir, sorry." Then the Social guy turned to Marquis with a frown. "Well it seems everything is taken care of then."
"So it is." Was Marquis's simple reply before looking to his watch. "And it's almost time for school to end." This talking made me think that he just pulled some strings behind the scene, because why would this guy's boss just tell him to bugger off, nevermind how confident Marquis was during the whole thing. I turned back around to tell the kids when the bell ringed. Was that a school end or class end ring?
A swarm of children leaving every classroom at once, some running, others skipping, answered my question and so I just sticked to the wall and waited for Amy and Frisk to leave their classroom, which didn't take too long before I 'shoved' my way through the crowd. Marquis offered them both a smile and a wave as they approached, Amy excitedly skipping over towards him. "Hi dad!" She yelled to him as I glanced to her.
I stopped as the kids closed the distance, watching Marquis. "Anything interesting happen?" Chara asked.
Blinking once I turned to her. "Uh yeah. Marquis pull strings to get Social Security guy to leave, his boss ended up telling him to stop his little investigation or whatever." I said stretching.
"Huh, must really like his daughter then." Was Chara's response.
I frowned towards her as Marquis asked Frisk about her day. "What is it going to take for you to realize he actually cares about ya?"
She was quiet for a while, staring at the ceiling still, before replying seriously "Something that doesn't benefit him in any way."
I kept frowning because in my opinion some of the stuff he's done hasn't benefited him but whatever. Pessimism is great for seeing the world in one way. What could I rely on for that? Only thing I can think of is New Wave fucking up and he gets himself hurt protecting them. Veryyy much doubt that ever happening though. Shaking my head I just focused on trying to avoid the kids in my way, the swarms of leaving school always having too many people to avoid even when I had a body.
"I could pick you up, so no-one accidentally walks through you." Chara's offered, surprising me with the offer.
Looking up to her floating above I nodded, "Yes please." She floated down and slid her hands under my armpits, and then we went up, me dangling above all the other kids. My foot being so close to kicking each of them in the head. "Oh this is weird."
"Eh." She responded.
Not sure whether to be scared or to think this is cool I settled for kicking my legs slightly and watching everyone from above. It's one thing to be above people by a story or two, it's another to be practically standing on top of their heads. I giggled a bit at this because it was so weird right now. I stopped giggling after a few moments because I realized this wasn't funny. Then I started again because I was laughing at nothing like an idiot. It continued like this for a minute or two until we were out of the way and she set me down on the ground.
Bouncing slightly off the ground, now beside just Marquis, Amy and the kiddos I turned to Chara with a slight smile, because I was not in the mood to dodge all those kids again and said, "Thanks love."
She blushed faintly and turned away, "Was nothing."
I chuckled a little at yet another blush from her, before plopping down on the ground. "Yes it was." Then I laid down to shut my eyes.
Due to SI not being as much of a soldier as Frisk or Chara, that being he's on the verge of passing out from exhaustion without being able to, his PoV is unreliable for the next few chapters, so you're going to be voting for the PoV for next couple of chapters.
[] Marquis
[] Frisk
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
[X] Frisk
- Location
- Down Under
[X] Marquis
- Location
- United States
[X]Marquis
What does bone daddy think?
What does bone daddy think?
- Location
- [REDACTED]
[X] Marquis
Kindfragen
Reluctant Assistant
- Location
- Zone 1
[X]Marquis
Amusement: Bone daddy knows all of the things.
Amusement: Bone daddy knows all of the things.
Mingyu
Devourer of Large Stories and Small Animals
- Location
- Illinois
[X] Marquis
Yeah, I also want to know what he's thinking so far.
Ooooh. Young Aegis (probably) is on the loose! Wonder if we'll get a chance to meet him.
Out of morbid curiosity, how would this scene have changed if the teacher had directed us to the Social Services guy? Would we have had a chance to run away?
Yeah, I also want to know what he's thinking so far.
Ooooh. Young Aegis (probably) is on the loose! Wonder if we'll get a chance to meet him.
Out of morbid curiosity, how would this scene have changed if the teacher had directed us to the Social Services guy? Would we have had a chance to run away?
What makes you say that?
Mingyu
Devourer of Large Stories and Small Animals
- Location
- Illinois
As long as I'm remembering it correctly, Carlos is Aegis' real name. He might also be under Social Services at this time.
Carlos is in the wards during canon, meaning under 18. This is set 2003, Vista is only 4, and she was noted to be in the Wards longer than Aegis. If it is the same Carlos, he's just a kid right now, not Aegis
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
- Location
- 'Muricah
All of the social security stuff would have happened in front of the kiddos, rather than SI eavesdropping on the conversation. And depending on how things would've went, yes they might have tried to leave.
Mingyu
Devourer of Large Stories and Small Animals
- Location
- Illinois
Thank you for indulging my curiosity. ^_^
Figured that. So, soon-to-be Aegis? The kid who might become Aegis provided we don't do anything too drastic in his general direction? ...I suppose it could also be just a random name or an Easter Egg that doesn't go anywhere.
Figured that. So, soon-to-be Aegis? The kid who might become Aegis provided we don't do anything too drastic in his general direction? ...I suppose it could also be just a random name or an Easter Egg that doesn't go anywhere.
Marquis: The Choco-Latte Shop
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
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- 'Muricah
Eloi gave his daughter and Frisk a smile as he grabbed his keys to unlock the car. He hadn't expected to have to drive to the school to handle CPS today but it was good Frisk seemed to be going to school. A child did need to learn. "So how was your day Frisk?"
"Good!" Frisk happily responded, smiling at him.
He nodded, that was good, he didn't need to worry too much about having to push her to go to school if she enjoyed it already. "How about you Amelia?" He asked his daughter, skipping beside the both of them.
She gave him a bright toothy smile. "Uhuh, me and Frisk had so much fun! We drew, some of the class asked about me and Frisk." Again he nodded, that was good news.
Stopping by the car he unlocked it and opened it for both of them, before jumping in himself. Looking them both over in the back seat he realized something, Frisk was still wearing the same clothes as when he first found her a day ago. "So do you feel like going again Frisk?"
They hesitated for a bit, looking slightly uncomfortable despite their attempts to keep their smile cheery, before shaking their head no.
Well darn, he was hoping it would just be a simple thing, but it seemed as if that wasn't to be the case.. A sad smile to her, he asked, "May I ask why?"
After another moment she replied "Other things to do." That answer made Amelia pout, which made sense after all, she was the one who brought Frisk to school.
He smiled on the outside but frowned on the inside. She was a street child, so it would make sense there's other more 'important' things to do, not even mentioning the fact he was confident she had some sort of powers. Well as long as she stayed around he would have opportunities to change her mind. "If you want I could help with whatever it is." He said driving on out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Frisk shook her head. "Private." Of course it would be private. Well she might give over time, hopefully anyways. Maybe talking to her 'friends' would help, there was that one flat sounding person from the other night talking about her injuries. And of course Chara would be one to talk to maybe, although she said herself that it was up to Frisk to decide. There was the question of how he was going to talk to them though. Something to think about later.
Sadly a complicated child, but at least one that was in his home. "Alright. Do you have any other clothes beside what you're wearing?" He doubted it. Surprisingly, she nodded in response. "Really, can I ask where?" He asked, looking into the rearview mirror.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone, and presented it.
He frowned slightly. "I don't see what you mean." It was just a phone in her hand.
They turned the phone towards themselves, and after pressing a few buttons, a hole in space opened up, out of which dropped a Bandana, which they then wrapped around the top of their head before turning to him and giving him a toothy smile. He would say that if he wasn't who he was, that would have surprised him enough to make him wreck. Being him though he just slowed down and stared in the rear view.
"Awesome!" Squealed Amelia though, while he just thought it over. A tinker then? Or someone that had managed to get Tinker things at least.
Before Amelia could get too excited he said, "Well that's something. How much clothes do you have in that phone then?" If she had some clothes he had to wonder why she hadn't changed yet, although the homeless would be more used to wearing the same clothes.
"Six." Was her simple answer.
He paused slightly, stopping at a stop sign. "Six what? Outfits? Shirts?" An answer of 'six' did not really answer him at all.
"Clothes."
She was purposefully being vague wasn't she? And something was telling him the six 'clothes' wasn't really any outfits and maybe at best just some pants or shirts numbering up to seven. Smiling to his daughter, who was still pouting in her seat, he asked, "Well Amelia how do you feel about going out to the Boardwalk right now? Show our guest what's best in Brockton Bay?"
Amelia squealed in her seat and clapped her hands before leaning over to Frisk, excitedly talking about all the shops, ice cream places, vendors and other things on the Boardwalk. A tourist trap it was, but one that was still enjoyable to her. It grabbed an actual smile from Frisk. That was good, could get some actual clothes from there. After she started to speak about her favorite ice cream place twice he interrupted a little. "How's going to the Boardwalk sound Frisk?"
"Good." Frisk answered happily.
He chuckled and nodded. Good, it should help her loosen up a bit more, or at the very least it'd be something she'd enjoy. "Great, I'm sure we'll all have a fun time then." With that he quieted down and let the two of them talk, Amelia asking more about the phone, getting a few interesting answers from Frisk. A harmless laser gun, pointer thing. A 'box' being the hole in space, which she pulled a frying pan out of. He inwardly questioned why a frying pan of all things was in there. A jetpack, which made him do a double take as when he looked back it was the size of a backpack and looked like a cartoon drawing made real. It also made him wonder if she really was a Tinker, being so familiar with the phone.
After a while Amelia coerced Frisk into handing the phone over so she could shoot the laser gun. He would have objected if it weren't for the fact that it did absolutely nothing to the car and seemed harmless. So while he drove on down to the Boardwalk the two of them kept each other entertained with Frisk's phone. And as far as he could tell Frisk was genuinely happy which made him smile a little. It didn't take him too long to get to the Boardwalk though and he announced their arrival. "Well we're here you two."
Amelia stopped playing with the laser gun and handed it back to Frisk. "Oh, oh, oh where do you want to go first? The Creamery? The Bakery? ToyZ? Choco-Latte?" She said listing off most of the stores with candy of some sort, minus the toy store. All places a child would love.
"Choco-Latte." Frisk said without hesitation.
Amelia clapped her hands as she unbuckled herself, Eloi doing the same as he had parked them as close to it as he could. Which was a bit hard since it was the Boardwalk of all places. By the time he'd unbuckled Amelia was already waiting for Frisk to close her door, talking about all the treats in the chocolate shop. Before she could drag Frisk off in a run he called over to her, "Now no running Amelia, we don't want to get separated."
She obliged and just grabbed Frisk's hand for a brisk walk, which he could keep up with ease. All the while still talking of all the treats that they'd both get from the shop. As usual he kept his eyes on the other denizens of the Boardwalk, some being the average teenager just getting out of school and looking for somewhere to group around. Others being tourists, being ripped off by overpricing, which he could easily pay for. Then the unofficial police of the Boardwalk, kicking out anyone causing trouble or anyone that didn't fit the image of the Boardwalk.
He wasn't too worried about trouble from them but he was aware from his own employees, that some of the 'police' were members of the E88. While he wasn't exactly at war with them like some gangs were, he wasn't friends with them either. So it didn't hurt to keep aware of who he was passing by. Thankfully their walk to the chocolate shop didn't run into trouble. Arriving in the shop he waved to the owners, for he did stop by at least twice a month if not more often. A nice young couple, African-American and so if they were going to run into any trouble it would be here.
Amelia skipped on towards the display case at the counter, full of the pricier and tastier items, ignoring the few other customers inside. The inside decor reminded him of the coffee shop down the ways, a few seats and couches colored darkly to match the chocolate theme. Although the shop did serve some coffee items. "Hello again, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler." They returned his wave and smile.
Mrs. Chandler leaned over the counter to look at the two children staring at the assorted chocolate items in the display case. "Hello again little Amelia." Amelia waved to her before going back to stare at the sweets. Then Mrs.Chandler looked to Frisk. "And hello there, what's your name?"
Amelia looked up to her again and half-hugged Frisk with a toothy smile again. "Her name's Frisk and she's my best friend." Frisk's smile brightened slightly.
He chuckled slightly at the two of them before turning to Mr. Chandler just preparing a drink for a woman waiting on one of the chairs. Mr. Chandler smiled with a nod. "Another treat I take it?"
Shrugging he just answered,"What else do I come here for?"
Mr. Chandler laughed. "True, true." He held out the cup and sprayed some kind of chocolate whip cream concoction into the drink before calling out for the woman to grab her drink. Then he turned to Amelia and Frisk. "The usual young miss?"
Amelia nodded and turned to Frisk as Mr. Chandler went into the back of the shop to grab her usual favorite of Malt Balls. Somehow it was cheaper to get them here than at the movie theater, which he always found funny. "So what are you getting?"
After humming thoughtfully, she began listing off numerous items, almost getting one of everything. Before Eloi could say anything though, they slipped out their phone, pressed some buttons, and a pile of golden coins dropped out of a hole into their waiting hand. Surprising the few people paying attention in the shop. Eloi frowned at her. "What is the gold for?"
"Chocolate." She said as she put the coins on the counter, Mrs. Candler staring blankly at the small pile of coins on her counter, then looked to Marquis.
He frowned and crouched down so he was face height with her. Why would she think she's paying? Because of her living on the streets probably. "Frisk I understand you're used to fending for yourself but this trip is my treat, so let me pay for it, I'm more than able to handle it, okay?"
Frisk for once actually fully lost their smile, and frowned in confusion at him. "I can handle it too."
He smiled at her and reached up to the counter to grab the suspected gold.Then he opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he noticed the eyes of everyone else on them. Frowning at them, he saw them look away but were still watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Holding the gold pieces in his hand he simply said, "Just let me pay now and we can talk about it later please?" She looked a bit troubled by it, but nodded her assent, to which he handed her back her gold pieces. "Alright then." Frisk pressed the gold against the phone, the coins disappearing as they touched it. He turned once more to the counter and pulled out his wallet to pay, Amelia already having been given her Malt Balls, contained in a small golden bag and both of the Chandlers looking uncomfortable.
He made sure to leave a larger amount than needed to hint at the fact he'd like them to keep quiet. Then the Chandlers packed a bag full of the chocolates that Frisk had ordered and Marquis carried it out, along with the lone drink of hot chocolate, Frisk frowning and looking unsettled at the fact she didn't pay for any of it. Amelia tried to help by giving Frisk another hug and talking about some of the other shops, it lightening Frisk's frown somewhat. The three of them walked on to one of the benches lining the pier, right next to the waves crashing up against the coast. The sun covered by clouds and a nice cool gentle breeze made it nice and comfortable.
Minus the discussion he was about to have with Frisk. Who was sitting there still frowning beside him, Amelia quieting down from realizing she wasn't making much of a change in Frisk's attitude. He sighed a little and asked, "So Frisk why do you feel the need to pay?"
She shrugged. "It's for me, so I pay."
A difficult child this one was, seemingly unable to accept the idea of letting someone else do something for her. It made him sad, really it did. A sad smile reached his lips. "Frisk this is me taking you out for a night on the town, so I'm not comfortable letting you pay for things yourself, okay?" She frowned uncertainly, seeming to be thinking on it. Patting her on the shoulder he added, "Look if you feel that bad about it, you can take me out for some other night and repay me that way okay?"
She seemed to be able to accept that far easier, smile returning to their face as she nodded in understanding. Patting her once more and sort of happy that she accepted that, even though he never planned on actually letting her repay him, he turned his attention to something else. "So what were those golden coins?"
"G." Frisk explained without explaining anything.
"Which is? I've never seen one of those coins before in my life Frisk." He said, trying to elaborate on the fact he didn't know what a G was.
"G, Gold."
Surprised at that he smiled a little. "Actual gold coins?"
"Yeah?" Frisk asked, as if there was nothing else they could be.
He chuckled a little. "You can't pay people with actual gold coins you know." That earned a confused look from her making him shake his head a little. "Gold is worth too much to use as money." A look of realization crossed her face, as if she just remembered that gold was a valuable substance. "What you tried paying with would have been over a thousand dollars I imagine."
"Oh." She looked down at their phone in thought for a moment before saying "All I have is G."
Amelia finished her last Malt Ball as he said, "Well we can visit a friend of mine that deals with changing gold into money later." She nodded as she slipped the phone back into her pants. Nodding to himself, satisfied somewhat with the situation, but not really he added on last bit to their conversation. "You shouldn't show off your phone in public by the way." A look of realization crossed her face once again, and nodded their understanding. Good they realized their slight error and he needn't worry about them showing it to the wrong people again. "Great with that taken care of, let's enjoy our time out here then alright?"
Frisk nodded again, and began slowly drinking their Hot Chocolate, one of the many items she got. She seemed happy enough that he decided it was enough he needn't worry. Tousling her hair a little bit he went back to looking at the coast as Amelia and Frisk talked a bit, mainly about where to go next, along with Amelia managing to coerce Frisk into handing a piece or two of chocolate over.
It was nice to just sit here and let them both have fun.
[] As he sat there he noticed a few people heading into the Choco-Latte shop. Skinheads going into a shop owned by non-whites. Not good.
[] Eventually he helped them decide where to go next, that being a clothing store. So he could get Frisk actual clothes.
"Good!" Frisk happily responded, smiling at him.
He nodded, that was good, he didn't need to worry too much about having to push her to go to school if she enjoyed it already. "How about you Amelia?" He asked his daughter, skipping beside the both of them.
She gave him a bright toothy smile. "Uhuh, me and Frisk had so much fun! We drew, some of the class asked about me and Frisk." Again he nodded, that was good news.
Stopping by the car he unlocked it and opened it for both of them, before jumping in himself. Looking them both over in the back seat he realized something, Frisk was still wearing the same clothes as when he first found her a day ago. "So do you feel like going again Frisk?"
They hesitated for a bit, looking slightly uncomfortable despite their attempts to keep their smile cheery, before shaking their head no.
Well darn, he was hoping it would just be a simple thing, but it seemed as if that wasn't to be the case.. A sad smile to her, he asked, "May I ask why?"
After another moment she replied "Other things to do." That answer made Amelia pout, which made sense after all, she was the one who brought Frisk to school.
He smiled on the outside but frowned on the inside. She was a street child, so it would make sense there's other more 'important' things to do, not even mentioning the fact he was confident she had some sort of powers. Well as long as she stayed around he would have opportunities to change her mind. "If you want I could help with whatever it is." He said driving on out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Frisk shook her head. "Private." Of course it would be private. Well she might give over time, hopefully anyways. Maybe talking to her 'friends' would help, there was that one flat sounding person from the other night talking about her injuries. And of course Chara would be one to talk to maybe, although she said herself that it was up to Frisk to decide. There was the question of how he was going to talk to them though. Something to think about later.
Sadly a complicated child, but at least one that was in his home. "Alright. Do you have any other clothes beside what you're wearing?" He doubted it. Surprisingly, she nodded in response. "Really, can I ask where?" He asked, looking into the rearview mirror.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone, and presented it.
He frowned slightly. "I don't see what you mean." It was just a phone in her hand.
They turned the phone towards themselves, and after pressing a few buttons, a hole in space opened up, out of which dropped a Bandana, which they then wrapped around the top of their head before turning to him and giving him a toothy smile. He would say that if he wasn't who he was, that would have surprised him enough to make him wreck. Being him though he just slowed down and stared in the rear view.
"Awesome!" Squealed Amelia though, while he just thought it over. A tinker then? Or someone that had managed to get Tinker things at least.
Before Amelia could get too excited he said, "Well that's something. How much clothes do you have in that phone then?" If she had some clothes he had to wonder why she hadn't changed yet, although the homeless would be more used to wearing the same clothes.
"Six." Was her simple answer.
He paused slightly, stopping at a stop sign. "Six what? Outfits? Shirts?" An answer of 'six' did not really answer him at all.
"Clothes."
She was purposefully being vague wasn't she? And something was telling him the six 'clothes' wasn't really any outfits and maybe at best just some pants or shirts numbering up to seven. Smiling to his daughter, who was still pouting in her seat, he asked, "Well Amelia how do you feel about going out to the Boardwalk right now? Show our guest what's best in Brockton Bay?"
Amelia squealed in her seat and clapped her hands before leaning over to Frisk, excitedly talking about all the shops, ice cream places, vendors and other things on the Boardwalk. A tourist trap it was, but one that was still enjoyable to her. It grabbed an actual smile from Frisk. That was good, could get some actual clothes from there. After she started to speak about her favorite ice cream place twice he interrupted a little. "How's going to the Boardwalk sound Frisk?"
"Good." Frisk answered happily.
He chuckled and nodded. Good, it should help her loosen up a bit more, or at the very least it'd be something she'd enjoy. "Great, I'm sure we'll all have a fun time then." With that he quieted down and let the two of them talk, Amelia asking more about the phone, getting a few interesting answers from Frisk. A harmless laser gun, pointer thing. A 'box' being the hole in space, which she pulled a frying pan out of. He inwardly questioned why a frying pan of all things was in there. A jetpack, which made him do a double take as when he looked back it was the size of a backpack and looked like a cartoon drawing made real. It also made him wonder if she really was a Tinker, being so familiar with the phone.
After a while Amelia coerced Frisk into handing the phone over so she could shoot the laser gun. He would have objected if it weren't for the fact that it did absolutely nothing to the car and seemed harmless. So while he drove on down to the Boardwalk the two of them kept each other entertained with Frisk's phone. And as far as he could tell Frisk was genuinely happy which made him smile a little. It didn't take him too long to get to the Boardwalk though and he announced their arrival. "Well we're here you two."
Amelia stopped playing with the laser gun and handed it back to Frisk. "Oh, oh, oh where do you want to go first? The Creamery? The Bakery? ToyZ? Choco-Latte?" She said listing off most of the stores with candy of some sort, minus the toy store. All places a child would love.
"Choco-Latte." Frisk said without hesitation.
Amelia clapped her hands as she unbuckled herself, Eloi doing the same as he had parked them as close to it as he could. Which was a bit hard since it was the Boardwalk of all places. By the time he'd unbuckled Amelia was already waiting for Frisk to close her door, talking about all the treats in the chocolate shop. Before she could drag Frisk off in a run he called over to her, "Now no running Amelia, we don't want to get separated."
She obliged and just grabbed Frisk's hand for a brisk walk, which he could keep up with ease. All the while still talking of all the treats that they'd both get from the shop. As usual he kept his eyes on the other denizens of the Boardwalk, some being the average teenager just getting out of school and looking for somewhere to group around. Others being tourists, being ripped off by overpricing, which he could easily pay for. Then the unofficial police of the Boardwalk, kicking out anyone causing trouble or anyone that didn't fit the image of the Boardwalk.
He wasn't too worried about trouble from them but he was aware from his own employees, that some of the 'police' were members of the E88. While he wasn't exactly at war with them like some gangs were, he wasn't friends with them either. So it didn't hurt to keep aware of who he was passing by. Thankfully their walk to the chocolate shop didn't run into trouble. Arriving in the shop he waved to the owners, for he did stop by at least twice a month if not more often. A nice young couple, African-American and so if they were going to run into any trouble it would be here.
Amelia skipped on towards the display case at the counter, full of the pricier and tastier items, ignoring the few other customers inside. The inside decor reminded him of the coffee shop down the ways, a few seats and couches colored darkly to match the chocolate theme. Although the shop did serve some coffee items. "Hello again, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler." They returned his wave and smile.
Mrs. Chandler leaned over the counter to look at the two children staring at the assorted chocolate items in the display case. "Hello again little Amelia." Amelia waved to her before going back to stare at the sweets. Then Mrs.Chandler looked to Frisk. "And hello there, what's your name?"
Amelia looked up to her again and half-hugged Frisk with a toothy smile again. "Her name's Frisk and she's my best friend." Frisk's smile brightened slightly.
He chuckled slightly at the two of them before turning to Mr. Chandler just preparing a drink for a woman waiting on one of the chairs. Mr. Chandler smiled with a nod. "Another treat I take it?"
Shrugging he just answered,"What else do I come here for?"
Mr. Chandler laughed. "True, true." He held out the cup and sprayed some kind of chocolate whip cream concoction into the drink before calling out for the woman to grab her drink. Then he turned to Amelia and Frisk. "The usual young miss?"
Amelia nodded and turned to Frisk as Mr. Chandler went into the back of the shop to grab her usual favorite of Malt Balls. Somehow it was cheaper to get them here than at the movie theater, which he always found funny. "So what are you getting?"
After humming thoughtfully, she began listing off numerous items, almost getting one of everything. Before Eloi could say anything though, they slipped out their phone, pressed some buttons, and a pile of golden coins dropped out of a hole into their waiting hand. Surprising the few people paying attention in the shop. Eloi frowned at her. "What is the gold for?"
"Chocolate." She said as she put the coins on the counter, Mrs. Candler staring blankly at the small pile of coins on her counter, then looked to Marquis.
He frowned and crouched down so he was face height with her. Why would she think she's paying? Because of her living on the streets probably. "Frisk I understand you're used to fending for yourself but this trip is my treat, so let me pay for it, I'm more than able to handle it, okay?"
Frisk for once actually fully lost their smile, and frowned in confusion at him. "I can handle it too."
He smiled at her and reached up to the counter to grab the suspected gold.Then he opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he noticed the eyes of everyone else on them. Frowning at them, he saw them look away but were still watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Holding the gold pieces in his hand he simply said, "Just let me pay now and we can talk about it later please?" She looked a bit troubled by it, but nodded her assent, to which he handed her back her gold pieces. "Alright then." Frisk pressed the gold against the phone, the coins disappearing as they touched it. He turned once more to the counter and pulled out his wallet to pay, Amelia already having been given her Malt Balls, contained in a small golden bag and both of the Chandlers looking uncomfortable.
He made sure to leave a larger amount than needed to hint at the fact he'd like them to keep quiet. Then the Chandlers packed a bag full of the chocolates that Frisk had ordered and Marquis carried it out, along with the lone drink of hot chocolate, Frisk frowning and looking unsettled at the fact she didn't pay for any of it. Amelia tried to help by giving Frisk another hug and talking about some of the other shops, it lightening Frisk's frown somewhat. The three of them walked on to one of the benches lining the pier, right next to the waves crashing up against the coast. The sun covered by clouds and a nice cool gentle breeze made it nice and comfortable.
Minus the discussion he was about to have with Frisk. Who was sitting there still frowning beside him, Amelia quieting down from realizing she wasn't making much of a change in Frisk's attitude. He sighed a little and asked, "So Frisk why do you feel the need to pay?"
She shrugged. "It's for me, so I pay."
A difficult child this one was, seemingly unable to accept the idea of letting someone else do something for her. It made him sad, really it did. A sad smile reached his lips. "Frisk this is me taking you out for a night on the town, so I'm not comfortable letting you pay for things yourself, okay?" She frowned uncertainly, seeming to be thinking on it. Patting her on the shoulder he added, "Look if you feel that bad about it, you can take me out for some other night and repay me that way okay?"
She seemed to be able to accept that far easier, smile returning to their face as she nodded in understanding. Patting her once more and sort of happy that she accepted that, even though he never planned on actually letting her repay him, he turned his attention to something else. "So what were those golden coins?"
"G." Frisk explained without explaining anything.
"Which is? I've never seen one of those coins before in my life Frisk." He said, trying to elaborate on the fact he didn't know what a G was.
"G, Gold."
Surprised at that he smiled a little. "Actual gold coins?"
"Yeah?" Frisk asked, as if there was nothing else they could be.
He chuckled a little. "You can't pay people with actual gold coins you know." That earned a confused look from her making him shake his head a little. "Gold is worth too much to use as money." A look of realization crossed her face, as if she just remembered that gold was a valuable substance. "What you tried paying with would have been over a thousand dollars I imagine."
"Oh." She looked down at their phone in thought for a moment before saying "All I have is G."
Amelia finished her last Malt Ball as he said, "Well we can visit a friend of mine that deals with changing gold into money later." She nodded as she slipped the phone back into her pants. Nodding to himself, satisfied somewhat with the situation, but not really he added on last bit to their conversation. "You shouldn't show off your phone in public by the way." A look of realization crossed her face once again, and nodded their understanding. Good they realized their slight error and he needn't worry about them showing it to the wrong people again. "Great with that taken care of, let's enjoy our time out here then alright?"
Frisk nodded again, and began slowly drinking their Hot Chocolate, one of the many items she got. She seemed happy enough that he decided it was enough he needn't worry. Tousling her hair a little bit he went back to looking at the coast as Amelia and Frisk talked a bit, mainly about where to go next, along with Amelia managing to coerce Frisk into handing a piece or two of chocolate over.
It was nice to just sit here and let them both have fun.
[] As he sat there he noticed a few people heading into the Choco-Latte shop. Skinheads going into a shop owned by non-whites. Not good.
[] Eventually he helped them decide where to go next, that being a clothing store. So he could get Frisk actual clothes.
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[X] As he sat there he noticed a few people heading into the Choco-Latte shop. Skinheads going into a shop owned by non-whites. Not good.
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I really like Marquis - I really do.
I imagine his gang works the same way that a full blown warlord undersiders gang would work.
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I really like Marquis - I really do.
I imagine his gang works the same way that a full blown warlord undersiders gang would work.