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Discussion in 'Tavoie Borough' started by Asriel Dreemurr, Jan 10, 2018.

  1. January 6th, 3 days after arrival to Pandora

    He had spent the entire day helping others, specifically everyone at the orphanage.

    Asriel had been there for a couple of days and already others were warming up to him. Right now he needed a break from volunteering to clean and entertaining the younger ones. Yes he was a very friendly goat child but even he needed a little break to collect his thoughts. He was still wrapping his head around this enormous city. Pandora Town, by its description from asking others, was so enormous that it was scary at first. The more he thought about living in this huge city, though, the more he was coming to terms with its size and numerous faces from all over. This was a good opportunity to make new friends and hopefully meet up with some old friends! Well okay maybe the latter was scarier than the city's size. What if his biological parents showed up? He had come to terms with his fate and had distanced himself from them for their own sakes. Wasn't it better to have them think he was dead and heal from the grief than open up old scars again? He thought so. He had introduced himself and had quickly made a few friends, more-so from the younger crowd who enjoyed how plush his fur was. One little human had even compared him to her teddy bear toy. Oddly enough, she was right. He was as soft as her toy. He knew that because she allowed him to hug it. He never thought himself as that soft but he was raised to preen for his eventual inheritance of the throne when he was an adult. The ex-prince hadn't known what his parents had been up to until he became Flowey and thought back on his old life.

    Asriel felt like he was going to fit right in already, flaws and all.

    He had slipped out when everyone was distracted and decided to take a walk. The goat Monster wanted to see more of the city and he couldn't do that while being in an orphanage. Having been Flowey for so long made him restless as he was always on the move back home while as the demented daisy. If things had panned out in another direction, he would've been happy with staying inside all the time, away from the outside world. This part of town looked amazing and he had wanted to explore it sooner but he had been doing volunteer work. The lanterns built a whimsical atmosphere as did the moss growing on the rooftops. Sticking to the sidewalk, he stuffed his fluffy paw-hands into the pockets of his new pants and gave himself some time off from willingly cleaning windows and putting away scattered toys. He still did kid stuff like draw pictures and play hide and seek between volunteering but Pandora was new and he wanted to see what it was all about. He avoided bumping into other people, furry feet padding on the sidewalk. Asriel didn't care where he was going, but he didn't want to stray too far from the orphanage either. He had his phone on him so he could call for help if needed.

    Hopefully he wouldn't need to use it!

    He learned a lot as Flowey, not about fighting, but about how to use a silver tongue and keep himself out of trouble. He had manipulated others as a flower and thinking back on it, that skill stuck with him. He never knew when it would come in handy. Looking up from staring at his feet while walking and reminiscing, he stopped short when he saw a human with a knife move up from his relaxed stance against a wall to stand in his way. He felt the intent on him. That human clearly didn't like what he saw. Asriel's good time was starting to become a bad time as the thug in leather spoke, "Check this out. I come here to visit Tavoie Borough and I find a little fuzzy freak. What's a guy gotta do to get it through your heads? You're not welcome in Pandora Town." Oh. Did he not like Monsters or something? Maybe he was in a bad mood. He felt that friendly introductions weren't going to diffuse this situation. He was angry about something and didn't seem like the type to tell given how that pocket knife was dangerously close to his nose. The goat child started talking, "Wait, I really think we should sit down and talk-" but never got to finish. The man interrupted him, "I don't talk to freaks. I get them out of my town." Asriel wanted to say more but the knife cut across his muzzle already, a fine dust trailing the blade as it left. Fortunately he had the smarts to quickly back away, resulting in the knife scratching his face instead of gouging it. Luckily the dust stopped flying so he wasn't in danger of being cast to the wind after that hit. He really didn't want to hurt this human but he wasn't going to change his mind so he did what any smart kid would do.

    He ran back the other way, the thug following him while spouting threats.
     
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    Of all the places for a man with anti-supernatural sentiments to go, Tavoie Borough was, perhaps, not the wisest of choices. One of Pandora Town's more eclectic districts, filled with artists and musicians and those of a more artistic bent, it also attracted a fair few beings who were something...other than human as well, and the air lie thick with magic.It was not a region of town that would be welcoming to idiots who went about waving knives at children and chasing them down the street -- never mind that the child in question happened to be rather fluffier than usual -- and eventually the man was going to run into someone and be the worse off for it.

    Maglor was with Elros that day, and perhaps that had something to do with it. In the months since the both of them had arrived in Pandora town, the only sense of home the other could claim, they had reached something of a truce. Maglor had an audition earlier that morning and had taken Elros with him. The half-elven child was now wandering along a few feet ahead of Maglor as they made their way back to the apartment, though every few feet he would cast a glance behind himself, as though to ensure that Maglor was still there. It felt...odd, really, just in it's familiarity. How many centuries had Maglor spent caring for his younger brothers? And now this boy, the son of those who'd made themselves his enemy...

    The elf shook his head, adjusting the strap of his harp and the way it sat, slung across his shoulder. That was when the shouts first assaulted his ears.

    Elros froze ahead of him, diving just out of the way as a blur of white fur came flying past. And then came the man, the unmistakeable gleam of a blade in his hand, spitting curses and threats as he chased after the child.

    He ran right into Maglor, and the elf, acting on centuries of war-honed instinct, grabbed him. Reaching back, he pulled the knife hidden in his boot. In his time in Pandora, Maglor had taken to carrying his sword with him less and less, but still, to go into the world without some weapon left him feeling naked. Pressing the blade to the man's throat, he said, quiet calmly, and quite clearly, "Drop your weapon. Now."
     
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  3. Asriel stopped running when he heard "Hey, let go of me, man! That pipsqueak's getting away!"

    He hadn't seen the pointed ears yet otherwise he wouldn't have said that. The goat child approached the tense situation with care, keeping his distance yet remaining in earshot of what was happening. He hadn't seen a human with pointed ears before. Maybe they weren't human! They also had a little one nearby who seemed just as confused as he was. The thug finally realized that the elf had threatened him with a knife pulled from his boot and promptly dropped the pocket knife. Either the guy was really slow or really fixated on Asriel. The fuzzy child was determined not to let that thug get his hands on that knife again so ignoring all common reasoning he plodded up to the pair, picked up the pocket knife, and crammed it into a trouser pocket without looking away from the thug, disappointment plastered onto his furry face. He didn't know this person, or the little one, but he was eternally grateful for their help.

    His determined, steely glare intensified at the leather-wearing bully, who wriggled a little in Maglor's iron grip uncomfortably from such a fiery stare coming from a fluffy hapless freak, "For your safety and the safety of others, I'm taking your knife away from you. I'm going to show you mercy, but I don't know about my new friends over here. It's up to them now." Asriel knew that everyone was different and some were more stubborn than others. He also knew that mercy wouldn't work on everyone. Flowey certainly didn't deserve any. His actions were unforgivable. If they decided to kill this human, then he wouldn't stop them. The choice was theirs. The thug looked terrified at what Asriel had said. The ex-prince resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Bullies were the same when it boiled down to it. Can't give 'em an inch!
     
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    Eru help him, but the words that fur-covered child spoke reminded Maglor of nothing so much as something he would find Maitimo saying. Maglor paused, eyeing the goat child for a passing moment, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, as he shook his head. Ai, but imagine what Maitimo would even think, to hear my thoughts right now! Perhaps his elder brother might even laugh to hear the comparison, but it made it no less true, strange as the truth was. He could easily imagine his brother speaking those words. Or, perhaps it was better to say, the words were something his elder brother would have said in more peaceful times, before their war had hardened and twisted every last member of his family and started killing them off.

    The man hit the ground at a stumbling run as Maglor released him, a long string of curses escaping from him as he tripped backwards, eyes still fixed on both elf and goat child. For his part Maglor seemed to be ignoring this. "I would leave this place if I were you, I am not the only one living here who finds your particular views...distasteful." He said, not even looking at the man and instead, kneeling down to slip his knife back into his boot. A moment passed, and then another, and then with a sound as though his feet couldn't smack the earth hard or fast enough, the man ran off. Craven. Chases down a child, and yet cannot stand to fight a being his own size... Maglor shook his head, his gaze darting over towards Elros only to notice the half-elf eyeing him warily. Holding up is hands, as though to show he was weaponless, Maglor pushed himself to his feet. It was only as his attention turned more on the goat child that Elros began moving back towards him, however.

    "You speak wisely for one so young." Maglor said, bowing his head slightly in greeting. "But how did you come to run into him to begin with?"
     
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  5. Yeah he better run!

    Asriel watched him go until the elf's voice got his attention. Oh, where were his manners? This person just saved his fuzzy butt and he hadn't introduced himself yet! How rude! First his question had to be answered, "Thank you! I was out for a walk trying to clear my head of some things until he moved off the wall. I wasn't watching where I was going, I guess. Oh, where are my manners? Howdy! I'm Asriel Dreemurr. Nice to meet you. Thank you for saving me." He looked him in the eye as he answered, keeping a diplomatic, friendly air around him. He dug around his trouser pocket until he found the knife that he had confiscated (stole) from that human. Making sure he kept his fingers away from the blade, he held it out for Maglor to take, "I won't have much use for this and I don't want it in the hands of any other. You're good with a blade! You may find a use for this." Asriel trusted this man. If he wasn't trustworthy, he wouldn't help him. Humans didn't care for Monsters except for those that fell down into the mountain. Something nagged at the goat child that the man who saved him wasn't human at all. He didn't want to pry into his business unless he was comfortable with it.

    He noticed Elros and waved hi to him with his free hand, "Howdy! I'm Asriel!"

    Old habits died hard. He was definitely Toriel and Asgore's son. Their politeness and pampering really stuck with him and made him into a sweet kid. It had unfortunately made him naive to the deceptive nature of humans considering he had zero idea of what they were like. He was born underground, not during the Human-Monster war. He hadn't even seen the stars for themselves until after his sibling had died. Before that, his father had star charts that he would share with him. Now he was in a city with a wide open sky and creatures of all shapes, sizes, and personalities. Hopefully his friends would show up to enjoy some form of Surface, even if it wasn't the one they were promised to see.
     
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    "Ah, well..." The corners of Maglor's lips lifted slightly, an attempt at a smile for the goat...boy...Asriel, though his gaze quickly darted away, to the cobbles lining the road, then back as though he were checking on Elros again, though in truth it was just an excuse to hide his face. It had been a long time since anything he had ever done could be considered 'heroic,' had been something he could be thanked over. Bt in attacking a child, though? Maglor's eyes lingered on Elros for a moment. His memories flickered back even farther, to Doriath, to those two twin boys his brother's servants had discovered and had --

    No. That was beyond the pale. How could he not step in? Maglor shook his head, turning back to Asriel as the boy held out the pocketknife he'd taken off of his attacker towards him, saying that the elf might find some more use from it that he did. Maglor took it, if somewhat reluctantly, flipping the blade back into it's handle and slipping it all back into some hidden pocket on the side of his harp's case. 'In all hopes," Maglor muttered under his breath, "I won't."

    "You must forgive us," He began again turning his attention back to Asriel, "For not introducing ourselves I am --"

    But Maglor cut himself off as he noticed Asriel waving to Elros and introducing himself. Again, something of smile appeared on the elf's face, though this time perhaps a bit softer, perhaps a bit more genuine.

    Elros peered out from behind Maglor's leg at the other boy. He looked older, bigger definitely. Still...he seemed friendly enough. "Mae Govanen." Eros murmured, stepping just a bit forward and bowing hi head a little, trying to his to portray the proud elven lord, the decedent of Beren and Lúthien that he was supposed to be. (That smile Maglor wore grew, just a little bit.) "I'm Elros, and he's Maglor." there was a pause for a moment, and Elros narrowed his eyes as though in thought, canting his head to the side. "Why are you so furry?" The question came as more innocent and plainly curious than anything else, "You aren't some weird kind of orc are you? You don't act like one."

    "Elros!" But Maglor bit his own tongue before he could say more, his eyes growing wide as he slipped a hand up over his face, struggling not to gape at the young boy.
     
  7. Asriel watched carefully, as observant as he was when he was Flowey.

    He wasn't used to being thanked? How odd. His keen ears also picked up something else but he didn't pry on any of it. If he wanted to tell him what was bugging him, well the ex-prince would be more than happy to lend an ear. He'd lend an ear no matter how grim it was. He could take it. He's done similar or worse, much to his disgust and sorrow. This Flowey business was going to eat him alive someday but that forsaken flower was unforgivable. Maybe making new friends would help him prove to himself that he wasn't going to regress back into the evil buttercup. He had a SOUL of his very own now! Of course he wasn't going to become Flowey!

    Still, Pandora had plenty of surprises left.

    He mimicked the respectful bow in response to Elros' bow, inadvertently learning a part of their culture and customs in doing so. He didn't want to be rude or come off as rude. He saw Maglor do it and wasn't sure if that was his personal hello or a culture thing. After seeing Elros do it, he pegged it as the latter. The curious question and Maglor's reaction made him giggle in response to it, almost snorting obnoxiously. He managed to compose himself to answer, "It's okay, I'll be more than happy to answer his questions. I'm furry because my mom and dad were furry too. No, I'm not an orc. I'm a Monster, and that's Monster with a capital 'M', not those big scary ones you might be thinking of. We're magical creatures." He gently grabbed one of his floppy ears and waved it at Elros, "If you're curious about how furry I am, go ahead and touch my ear! Maybe if you want I can show you a cool magic trick too." Sometimes Asriel was too nice for his own good.
     
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    Asriel did not seem insulted by Elros's comments. No, in truth he seemed to take them in stride, laughing in response to them. Maglor, atleast, managed to visibly relax at this, though Elros only blinked, his brows knitting together and his head canting to the side, as if puzzled and trying to work out just what was so funny about what he'd said. (It seemed, as young peredhel saw it, a perfectly reasonable question, after all. He did not look like any Elf, nor man, nor even any Dwarf, that Elros had seen before)

    Managing to compose himself after a moment, Asriel not only answered Elros's questions (though it only went to further confuse Elros, because weren't orcs a kind of monster, like dragons and werewolves? But this one seemed too nice to be like any of the stories he'd heard.) but even went so far as to grab one of his ear and offer it in Elros's direction. He was too kind, really, and even despite himself, Maglor could not help the soft smile that spreac across his features as Elros looked up at him, hesitating, as if looking for some answer as to weather it was appropriate for Elven Princes and the descendants of legendary heroes to go around petting the furry ears of strangers.

    Maglor motioned for Elros to go ahead, shaking his head to himself as he watched Elros approach, reaching up to run his fingers over Asriel's fur. "Your really soft." Elros said, he paused a moment and then as he let his arm fall back to his side again he added, "Maglor can do magic too, with his harp. Only he says it's not magic and it only looks like it is because he's that good at it, that Moral Men get confused and that's all."
     
  9. When Elros was done, Asriel let go of his ear, letting it flop back down against his head.

    He tilted his head to one side, "Oh? That's an awesome talent! I never got to play a musical instrument so I wouldn't know the first thing about it." He smiled wide at being called soft. He felt like he was going to hear that a lot from people touching his fluffy fur. Asriel giggled and held up a finger, the air around it getting hot, "My magic trick is this!" FWOOSH! Prismatic flames burst to life around his finger, engulfing it in rainbow hues. He moved his hand around, the fire trailing with it and leaving behind temporary trails of magic before it went away. Since it did this, he could technically write stuff in the air with it but that's not what this fire magic was originally for. It was just a fun thing he discovered on his own time while playing around with his inherited magic. He moved the fire down from his finger to engulf his entire hand, waving hello with it still immolated. The fire then trailed down his arm and completely surrounded his body, the kid successfully having lit himself on fire. This magic fire, however, was completely harmless. The burning goat was still smiling, "You can touch this fire. It won't burn you. It's nice and warm. Before you freak out lemme explain. Monster magic is all about the intentions behind using it. If I wanted to burn something, the flames would be hotter. I don't want to hurt anything so me being up in flames like this feels like wearing a sweater or a jacket." He had been Flowey for a really long time so he learned how much magic to put into his attacks through experimenting which also explains why there wasn't the smell of burning hair accompanying being ignited in this manner.

    Any little ice patches around him were melting away as a bonus!

    After several seconds of being on fire, he cut the funneling of magic and let the fire go out. Finally Asriel addressed Elros' previous confusion, "You seemed confused about my explanation before I lit myself on fire so I'll clarify. A Monster is my species. I never asked why my kind were called that but we were called that. We're made of magic so we come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and magical powers. Monsters are also made of love, hope, and compassion, so if we are devoid of feeling these things in particular, we turn to dust. That in mind, I barely know you, but I already like you. We commonly got confused by humans to be heartless, mindless killers during the human-Monster war, according to the other Monsters I've talked to back home." Asriel was so sweet and adorable that it was painful. He could give someone diabetes with how sweet he was.
     
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    The flames that engulfed Asriel were enough to freeze booth elder and younger elf where they stood, hey're eyes widening in speechless shock. Bright and prismatic, flashing with every color imaginable, as the flames were they still remained flames, and the image, still burned into Maglor's mind five hundred years later, of his father's own death and self-immolation had not left him. He reached forward, pulling Elros back a step, his hand clamped protectiely over his souder. It was a move made more out of instinct and memory than anything else, and as Elros glanced back up at him, blinking, brows knitting together, Maglor made some effort to ease his grasp.

    Even as Asriel explained that the flames were harmless however, in indeed prooved it, by standing there and speaking so calmly in the first place, the tension in Maglor's muscles did not release until the fire around the goat-boy finally went out.

    As maglor let go of Elros again, the younger elf shook himself, moving back nearer to Ariel as he spoke. He nodded, though Elros wasn't really sure if he understood all of what he was hearing fully. He decided, atleast to just chalk things up to Asriel being from another world. There was one thing though..."But you don't act scary." Elros said, "Why wold they think you were?"
     
  11. By their reaction, they weren't fans of fire, well Maglor specifically.

    The ice Monsters in Snowdin weren't fans of fire either. That was just fine with Asriel. He still needed to prove that he had at least a basic grip on his own magic. It had been a long time after all. Flowey had a different powerset so he needed to get back into the swing of things with his own powers. Still, he learned a lot about control as the flower so bonus points. He needed to fine tune it. Sometimes if he got startled or surprised something would catch fire. That needed to quit. Asriel answered Elros, "Well the humans must've gotten paranoid because they caught wind of the ability that Monsters like me have. We wouldn't use it because most of us knew better. I think the war was a huge misunderstanding, but then again mom and dad didn't fill me in on anything about it. I still don't hate humans despite what they did to us. It seems not much has changed even though I'm somewhere new. New place, old problems. I wonder if you have the same problems with humans." He gently rubbed the cut that was still on his nose, bits of fine dust trailing his fingers when he pulled away. It stung, but he'd live. All Asriel needed was some food and he'd be fine. He brushed off the dust from his fingers, "In comparison, you look normal to them. Humans wouldn't tell the difference unless they looked closer."

    He rubbed one of his ears almost nervously, "Speaking of which, thank you for saving me back there Maglor. I mean it."
     
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    The Same problems? Elros blinked, but could only shake his head. He still couldn't understand any of it, it didn't make sense to him. Why fight something that was doing you no harm? A sigh escaped from Maglor as he watched his foster-son, something almost like pity for the child who, for all he had seen and all he had lived tough -- not the least of which was on Maglor's own account -- still had somehow managed to maintain his innocence. He reached for the boy, but Elros only darted to the side, just out of the way.

    Letting has hand fall back to his side again, Maglor only shook his head, turning his attention back on Asriel. He understood, but it made the action sting no less. Why fight something that was doing you no harm? The senselessness of it must have rung with a familiarity to Elros, reminding him all too much of how it was he'd found himself under Maglor's care to begin with.

    As Asriel thanked him again the elf only waved the words of. "Ai, no it is...nothing truely. Common decency." His lips twisted into something that almost resembled a smile, only there was the strangest edge of bitterness and irony to it, "What would it say of me if I allowed him to go on?" to hunt a child? He was not that far gone yet. "You are alright, yes?" Maglor asked, eyes flickering to the cut across Asriel's nose, "Not too badly harmed?"
     
  13. Common decency?

    He would've been no better than the human who chased him if he let it happen instead of stopping him. That was leagues above that thug with a knife. Asriel rose an eyebrow, curiously looking at Maglor, "It would say that the human's actions were your inaction. You were clearly better than they were in stopping them than to let them kill me." He gently touched the cut on his nose again, pulling away with less dust on his fingers this time. Good, it was petering out a little bit. He fished around in his other pocket for something. Where did he put those- ah ha! He pulled out an individually wrapped piece of candy from his pocket. This will help a little bit. He unwrapped the candy and ate it, enjoying the non-licorice flavor. Asriel had already touched the candy so it had turned into Monster food, the wrapper having an almost laminated look to it, as did the candy before he popped it into his mouth.

    The cut on his nose shrunk in size as the healing magic did its work.

    He finished eating the soft candy with a smile, "I'll be good, thank you. Want one? I stashed a lot." Asriel fished out a couple more, one for each of them, if they wanted one. The ones in his hand had the same laminated look too. They were sparkling with magic a little bit, making them seem strangely shiny. The kid was too sweet, way too sweet. Why would anyone want to hurt a kid like this? Fear. That was the motivation. Fear of the unknown, fear of the possible potentials, or not understanding it and going with what others see as a response. Whatever the case, Asriel didn't want people to be afraid of him. The kiddo spoke up again, "If you're not doing anything, um, wanna accompany me on the walk back to the Orphanage? In case that human comes back or brings friends."