ﾟ✧[Private/Open?] So please say you'll meet me

[prettyntoxic]

Who: Lisa Snart with select starters. (Open to anyone who wants CR, though)
Where: Event Locations
When: Duration of the event
Rating: PG-13 (Default)
Summary: Lisa's a bitty and she's lost and puzzles are not her thing and she might be a little scared.
The Story: This eight year old child can be found scurrying silently through the corridors, sneaking food, and occasionally staring at the puzzles without much progress. She just didn't have the focus for them. Maybe if whatever they unlocked was shiny and expensive, she might be able to put more thought into it. But for now, she didn't quite grasp the point. These puzzles are crazy and so is this place, she's fairly certain.

Once she is reunited with her brother, Lisa stays close to his side most of the time. There are occasions when she accidentally strays or gets lost looking for a snack while he works on finding keys for the door. She has also decided that those monsters in the halls suck and could they please just go away now?

The gash between her neck and right shoulder is fresh, stitched together haphazardly by untrained hands, and stings like hell. It might look to be a few days old, but still fresh enough. The more she moved around, the more it ached, so running from those creatures in the corridors was awful!

[OOC: Run into her anywhere! Alternatively, PM me or hit me up on plurk if you want a tailored starter!]

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[prettyntoxic]

The reply was stern and normally, Lisa wouldn't be bothered. Normally, she was in better control of herself. Lisa flinches away before she can stop herself. For the briefest moment, her eyes were wider and fearful. However, her skills as an adult, developed as Leonard raised her helped her smother the fear and hide the expression.

That question wasn't expected, but it probably should have been. "No." She replied easily. "My... my father did." She shrunk in on herself a bit, looking away. She seemed ashamed. Embarrassed. Small, even for her already small size. She didn't realise she'd backed up until her back bumped a wall.

[determinedest]

Messed it up. Messed it up, and right after she says it, nervously, they recoil, because they're making that same mistake again. They're turning out just like Chara says people like them turn out. Proof of what people like them always turn into.

Just as bad. Even worse, because they're supposed to know better. Want to reach out, say something like sorry, but everyone hates sorry. It's just a word you say.

They shrink. They know they shrink. Hands curling around their arms, hugging themself, looking down, away. If they're smaller, maybe they'll disappear. But they - at least they didn't come unprepared. Right?

It takes a moment, but eventually they fish a fresh bag of chisps from the pocket of their oversized jacket. Offer it to her without looking up.

"They're magic." And then, realizing that explanation won't exactly clarify as to why they'd be helpful, they fumble to add, "they convert to energy. Heal you."

[prettyntoxic]

Lisa seemed completely lost when Frisk offered the crisps with that explanation. It even took them another few moments to register the added clarification. She crept from the wall and reached out timidly to take them, nodding. "Thanks." She tugged the bag open and trustingly popped one in her mouth. She's trusting you, friend. Please do not pull a Flowey on her.

After a few more crisps, Lisa seemed to relax some, offering a small smile. "We don't really have anything like this where I'm from. We actually don't have anything like those creepers in the hallways, either... Will giving them food work on all of them if this happens again?"

[determinedest]

She's on edge. That's okay. They were too, and would be still, in her place. The first time down here had been harrowing, and that was only after some measure of trust had been ascertained between themself and the monsters, themself and the voice that guided them, even if they hadn't always thought of them nicely. Not even then.

Not all that fair, even then. Never really were.

"They like food." They nod a quiet confirmation. Would try for a smile, but it'd look false and forced, and weird. "This is my...this is where I come from."

Not their home. Anymore.

[prettyntoxic]

Lisa takes some solace in the fact that food would work the next time she sees one of them. They scare her at this size, but thinking about it differently--thinking about it from an adult standpoint, she didn't need to be afraid. She just needed to feed them and she'd be okay.

But the admission startles her a bit. She blinks back at Frisk in awe for a moment. "This...?" She immediately feels for them. It's bad enough for her to go through it for however long Wonderland decides they should be subjected to this terror, but to live a normal life here? "I'm sorry, Frisk." It must be so hard for them.

[determinedest]

They know that look. It's sympathy, it's pity, it's looking at them like everything they've known and lived through is something to feel sorry for. As if they didn't bring every inch of this upon themself.

"It's not bad," they hasten to clarify. "Looks scary, but...the rest of the Underground isn't like this at all."

Or rather, it took some getting used to. It took some getting to know everyone and knowing how to Spare every monster. Their responsibility to prove they're not a threat. They're every human that's hurt them. They're every person that has the potential to hurt them.

Monsters are scared of them. And they should be.