IC Inbox - sol_raveh

[ishotyouuu]

Hey, how's it goin'? If you're listening to this, I'm either in the kitchen stuffing my face or off doing something awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "stupid and dangerous". But it's still awesome. Anyway, you should know how this works. Drop me a line and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done. 

Oh and uh... if the name "Haven" means anything to any of you guys, let me know in the message, okay? Please. [BEEP]

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text; (a few days after the announcement about poisonous flowers)

[justribbing]

* heya, it's me.
* so, say a certain horned benefactor owes you a favor.
* and maybe you can call that in and get something in return.
* y'know, like how we get food in the pantry.
* hypothetically speaking, what would you burn it on?

[ishotyouuu]

i had a year's supply worth of wine back where i lived before

i'd probably spend it on that

promised a friend of mine i'd never touch the stuff again

but he's dead so who the fuck cares

[Text- May 3rd or somewhere around there]

[achievementhunter]

[It's probably close to 2am when this rolls in- sue them. Their body isn't in the mood to let them sleep when anyone wants them to.]

Greetings, Wade.

Did you know that skeletons really like stargazing? In fact, some skeletons go up to the gardens every night. It's like clockwork.

I wonder if they ever get bonely.

[ishotyouuu]

[Oh, don't worry, Chara. Wade's up too. Night terrors work better than any alarm clock, honestly, though at least he's learned to choke back his screaming nowadays. Chara's text, therefore, comes as a welcome relief from the panic still buzzing in his brain, and the sudden unexpected pun makes him laugh; eases the tightness in his chest.

After checking next to him to make sure Tibia's still asleep (and she is, after a fashion-- one baleful eye opens to stare at him before closing again) he fires off a text of his own:]

are you trying to set me up on a star-date little buddy

i dunno

the last experience i had with astrology was when some guy tried to convince me he was the dog star

not sure if he was actually sirius or just messing around

I own this inbox it's mine now. [Text]

[achievementhunter]

Wade.

I'm going on an excursion with a friend. We're looking to confirm current points of the castle left to be explored.

Interested?

ooh~ /swoons

[ishotyouuu]

u had me at excursion kiddo

anything im gonna need or should i just bring myself

and all my weapons of course

thats a given

Action, June 8

[heritrix]

[It's only thanks to Sans that Rin found out Wade was involved with whatever went down in the chandelier hall, and while that put him on her List of people to talk to, Chara ranked higher. That visit had wrapped up with Chara taking the time to explain how to use the network, and then Rin had announcements to make and team arrangements to nail down. Checking on Wade got pushed back to the following day.

Which was just as well; there was something particular Rin wanted to do with this visit, and she'd needed time to prepare it. It has to go in someone's body, after all; you can't be lazy with these things. She'd stayed up late finishing it, ever the night owl, so it's only in the late morning that she rises to begin the task of tracking Wade down. Hopefully he'll be easier to find than Sans and Chara were.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade isn't in his room, surprisingly enough, though he's taken to sleeping later and later more often than not due to inconveniently-timed nightmares keeping him awake until the wee hours of the morning. Even more surprising is the fact that he can't be found in the kitchen either, stuffing his face as if to gain in one day what three years had taken off. Fortunately for Rin, if she listens hard enough, she'll be able to hear faint strains of singing in the hallway, singing that gets louder the closer she gets to the bath.]

♪ What's with these homies dissin' my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent? ♬

1/??

[justribbing]

* hey, my bro's always telling me to get some exercise, so i thought about learning to juggle.
* turns out i don't have the balls for it.

[justribbing]

* yesterday i was lining up a classic 'food coloring in the soap dispenser' prank.
* it's ALWAYS funny.
* problem is i got mixed up between the food coloring bottle and my ketchup.
* i might have dyed a little inside.

[Text]

[achievementhunter]

[At the start of May, they'd wondered something. It wasn't so much innocuous as it was foreboding, but Chara's had more than their fair share of things to keep them busy in the interim between their conversation with Maka and now; skeletons that invade their privacy far too much, scouting parties. Lessons in just how much damage they're capable of.

Lessons in just how far people are willing to go, to ensure they never get to rest. They'd let that internal questioning fall to the wayside, but right now? It's back with a vengeance.

What about their world was so amazing that Ozuma had drawn so many from it?

And how many more would he pull here before he was satisfied?



A few more, it seemed. Just a few more.

They aren't there to greet the newcomers in the Altar room, today. Coincidentally, a revelation had clicked when they browsed their phone; checked the newest names added to network's registration list.

They aren't going to be showing up anywhere, today. Someone might have seen them in the kitchen at some point, but- well. They were in a hurry.

And there's only one last thing they need to do-]

need a favor. a boyarrived today who requires prortection. Asriel. find himand take him to toriel.

[Before they pitch their phone off the side of the bridge, and use the nearest couch to get as far on the edge of the Safe Zone as possible.

Funnily enough, it doesn't seem like any replies can actually be received by one Chara Dreemurr at this time.]

1/???

[ishotyouuu]

ur grammars slipping kiddo are u okay

[Text]

[daughterofursa]

You're friends with Chara right?

[Text]

[ishotyouuu]

I like to think I am, yeah

jury's still out on if they think of me that way though

Why?

[text] 1/4

[justribbing]

* this just in: notes on paper are tearable.
* hey, speaking of notes.

[text] 2/4

[justribbing]

* didja know that when notes get in treble, bass-ically they get put behind bars?

[justribbing]

* hey, you wanna explain this?

[ attached: Untitled. ]

[ishotyouuu]

[It takes a while before Wade answers his text, but when he does, his answer is succinct and to the point:]

omg

ur brother is adorable

text;

[gempathic]

[ GET ON THE FRIENDSHIP EXPRESS. it's too late to turn back. ]

I FOUND YOU!!! ol teammate ol pal!

[ ... ]

your name is wade, right? i'm steven! from that castle mission with the waterfall and the wacky power mixups.

[ishotyouuu]

[Steven, huh? Does he know a Steven? The face is definitely familiar, but there were a lot of people at that waterfall mission. Still, Wade sees no reason to not be friendly to this kid.]

that's my name, don't wear it out

pleased to meet you, Steven

did you just want to say hi or is there something I can do for you?

[Text]

[achievementhunter]

[You wouldn't think anyone would have the time for texting during an invasion of Uncanny Valley, but here we are.]

Wade. How do you force someone to throw up?

Very high possibility of death if I'm incapable of managing this.

[ishotyouuu]

[....

.......

.........yeah fuck that he's not having this conversation over text.

Ring ring, Chara.]

[justribbing]

* quick, pal, I need a human's perspective.
* what's a word for a message sent to a loved one?
* pretty sure magic bullet pattern greeting card ain't gonna fit.

[ishotyouuu]

pretty sure thats called a booty call bro

youd better not be fake cheating on me u asshole

text; october intro

[souldeterminant]

What did the skeleton say to his boyfriend?

[ishotyouuu]

[He recognizes you, child who could be Chara's twin. He's also pretty sure he knows the reason for this particular text.]

okay ill bite

what did the skeleton say to his boyfriend

soulbonding: interesting inbox you got here, wado

[achievementhunter]

[Considering this is the third time it's happened, Chara can't quite say they're surprised. It's midway through humming some nonsensical tune as they wander down the corridors that tips them off, immediately souring their mood until they just feel tired.

Tired. As if that's anything new.

And they wonder, how much of a charm it will be? How much will this person, be it of their own free will or otherwise, use them to keep themself aloat? How will they pick at their insides like the junk that it is, only using what's worth being used? Like Tim did.

Like Sans. Explicitly refused to.

They don't

Ha ha.

They don't now if they can do this, for another week. They can't do this. And their feet lead them of their own accord, down through the corridors and through various stone archways, wrists itching up a storm and mind set on being out of sight and out of mind.

The mornings are still crisp, the chill of a light breeze going right through their sweater and sending goosebumps across their flesh-- but not nearly as much as the sight that greets them when they walk onto the bridge.]

cw: suicidal ideation

[ishotyouuu]

[Someone else is waiting for them when they get there.

He's not waiting for them, specifically-- in fact, they've actually walked in on a very important internal deliberation, though it might not seem that way from where they're standing.

It had started earlier this morning, with Wade awakening from a sleep so heavy he hadn't wanted to leave it. It had been peaceful and blissfully free of dreams, his mind floating in an intangible nothingness, and for some reason he felt an acute sense of loss when it was over. A sense of... misdirection, though he couldn't put his finger on why. There was a strange sort of dullness to the world, almost as if he was trapped inside one of those old TVs with the colors slightly muted. He felt

out of sync.

Out of

place.

I must be hungry, he remembers thinking. I'll just go to the kitchen and get something to eat. And then a second later, a minute; an hour-- he doesn't even remember leaving his room-- Wade found himself standing on the bridge, looking down at the bottomless abyss below. There had been no surprise in this discovery. Even now he feels an almost liberating sense of satisfaction, as if he'd finally found something he'd been searching for all of his life. Perhaps he had.

It would be so easy.

He'd come back from it, of course-- even a long fall like this would fail to stop him for long, but just the idea that he could do it, that he could do it right now and nobody would be any the wiser, causes a strange and distant smile to spread across his face. Besides... maybe Ozuma would figure he wasn't worth the trouble to bring back.

No one would miss me. Everyone who's ever cared about me is dead. Maybe this way I'll be able to see them again.

He's so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't realize he has an audience.]

[Text]

[achievementhunter]

Wade, I need your help.

[ishotyouuu]

[There are very few things send chills down Wade's spine. The biggest one is clowns, with mimes and animatronics following closely behind.

But texts like these, especially considering who the sender is, never fail to cause his heart to drop into the soles of his feet. He fires a text back immediately, doing his best to remain as nonchalant as possible.]

always willing to lend a hand kiddo

whats up

Backdated to November 1

[justribbing]

* hey, buddy, you around?

[justribbing]

* turns out i lost a day or two.

[Text] (unspecified date)

[achievementhunter]

[When one doesn't sleep and the night drags itself into the very pits of boredom, there's usually not much one can do aside from wait it out.

For everything else, there's Wade's phone number. In fact, even for this, there's Wade's phone number.]

Do you think Sans can actually open his mouth?

I know for a fact I've never seen it; however, unless he's ingesting that sauce through the cracks in his teeth or some clever form of ketchup related osmosis, he has to, surely.

[ishotyouuu]

dont need to think about that possibility kiddo

i KNOW

hes got a pretty intense set of chompers actually

like a sharks

its pretty rad

[sorry bro your not-boyfriend is spilling all your secrets]

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[achievementhunter]

[The evening of the 16th, there’s a knock on Wade’s door. And though no one will be there when said door is opened, there is- something. A small package, wrapped with a seemingly large amount of care and addressed to one “Mister Deadpool.”

Inside the package is one comfortable, red jumper, knitted to Wade’s size (and perhaps just a little baggy, just a little more room for him to fill out with time). Accompanying it is something slightly...smaller. Not his size, and clearly not meant for him, as a pointed little scrap of paper with the word TIBIA scrawled across it seems to note.

There’s no indication of who sent it, but they imagine he’ll put it together fairly quickly. Wade will know.







And then he won’t.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Though the package only bears his own name, it's not hard for Wade to deduce the name of the sender. The handwriting is so old-fashioned, with little flourishes here and there on the capital letters, that it could only have come from Chara. Wade feels his mouth stretch into a fond smile as he takes it into his room, touched that Chara would think of giving him anything at all. Tibia is wide awake and inquisitive as he lays it on the bed, and he allows her to take a good look at it before the two of them commence tearing the wrapping paper.

The sweater is beautiful, made out of impossibly soft, stretchy material-- stretchy, no doubt, to accommodate the amount of weight and muscle that Wade still needs to put on even now. There's a tiny knitted scarf for Tibia, too, made in the same sort of soft material, and she clasps it tightly to her body for a good few seconds before draping it around her neck. She signs, happily, that it's like getting a big hug, to which Wade nods and smiles and glances down at his sweater again, thankful that the mask he wears hides the tears building up in his eyes. Whether Chara knew it or not, they had very quickly eased the aching wounds in this tired old mercenary's heart, and every gesture, every interaction with them served to further prove how much better; how much more enriched Wade's life was just by virtue of them being a part of it.

Some time later, Wade exits his room to head over to the treehouse he knows Chara and Frisk frequent on occasion. The text he had sent them a while ago had gone unanswered, which had caused some warning bells to flare up in his head, but it was probably his own neurotic sense of overprotection coming to the forefront again. It seemed to happen a lot as far as Chara was concerned. As he nears the garden, he can't quite suppress the wide smile crossing his face as he imagines the look the young child would give him, when they saw him approaching them while wearing their amazing Christmas present to him--

The smile fades from his face in an instant, and the happy, joyous light that had suffused his face throughout his trip suddenly vanishes from his expression entirely. His steps slow; stop as he reaches the threshold to the garden, and for a moment he stands there, brow furrowed in utter confusion, staring outside as if waiting around long enough could unveil some unknown mystery he's suddenly come across. What had he come to the garden to do? There must have been some reason.

After a few seconds, he merely shrugs to himself and meanders away from the garden and the empty treehouse that lay within, fingering the soft fabric of his sweater in a distracted manner as he makes his way to the kitchen.

Whatever it was, it probably wasn't important, anyway.]

Dec. 29 / Action

[heritrix]

[3 AM... Or some such time not long past it. She keeps time not by the ticking hands of a clock or the cascading sands of an hour glass, but from how long it takes for the bruise along her veins to heal. A pinprick and a vial of blood; her nightly ritual, albeit she got careless tonight.

She's been distracted.

Whatever the hours, it's late enough she should be in bed. Rin promised to be out by the bridge by first light tomorrow, and even with longer nights of winter, that grants her precious little time to sleep. Dully, she closes the door to Sakura's room, chastising herself to head straight to bed the moment she drops the items she came for off.

Instead she finds her eyes drawn to the neighboring door, the thoughts that had plagued her earlier running through her head like a damaged film reel until she's standing in front of the giant number eight.

With no consideration for how late, Rin reaches out and raps her knuckles loudly against the wood paneling.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade has also been somewhat distracted. These past few months have been so jam-packed that he can hardly keep up with the shit that's happened. Shadow doppelgangers. Creepy-ass Chuck E. Cheese rejects. Random disappearances and deaths and the ensuing fallout therein. That... weird thing that happened at the Christmas party that Wade still finds himself thinking about.

It's too much to take in all at once. Feels like there are gaps in his memory, on top of that-- which isn't exactly out of the ordinary for someone with ADHD, but it's still troubling all the same. So when there's a knock on his door in the late hours of the night, Wade is wide awake and grateful for the distraction from his distractions. Tibia's offered whatever comfort she can, but now that she's asleep and he's alone with his thoughts, he appreciative of a little company. He's pretty sure he knows who it is, at any case.]

Man, somebody's burnin' the candle at both ends. Finally managed to haul your lazy butt outta b-- oh.

[Wade realizes his mistake as soon as he opens the door and sees who's standing on the opposite side-- not the short, sleepy-eyed skeleton he was expecting, but the prim, sharp-eyed girl he'd once shared a mind with.]

Hey there, Rin. What's happenin'? Pullin' an all-nighter tonight, huh?

March 6

[heritrix]

[At some point in the afternoon, a mysterious package if left outside Wade's door, without knock or notice. It's wrapped in plain, brown paper, in stark contrast to the colorful red and black ribbons typing everything together. The ribbons culminate in an ornate bow fashioned on the top, and slid between it and the box a notecard can be found.

On the front of the notecard is a (poorly) hand-drawn picture, featuring what looks to be a stick figure Santa Claus and a sleigh of presents.

For some reason, the sleigh is drawn by dogs instead of reindeer.

Stopped at a fork in the road before a sign pointing in many directions, Stick Figure Claus scratches his head and staring at the sign with question marks surrounding his head. Did I make a wrong turn somewhere? his word bubble says, in neat and legible handwriting.

Beneath the drawing, a message is printed in bold letters.

MERRY (BELATED) CHRISTMAS]

---

[Inside the box, Wade will find a bracelet woven from red ribbon, ending with a silver clasp, along with a jar of pokepuffs. Under the jar, there's a note.]

Wade,
This gift may look simple, but I've imbued it with special qualities. Did you know the ribbons in my hair are magical items? Charms are among the first things young girls aspiring to be mages learn as children, particularly with ribbon. I thought about making matching ones for you, but thought it might throw off the ensemble.

Instead, accept this bracelet if it pleases you. I've charmed it to increase the wearer's chances of good dreams when they sleep.

Please also find enclosed some treats for Tibia. They're sweet, so you probably shouldn't let her eat too many at a time, but I hope she likes them.

—Rin Tohsaka

Backdated to March 22 (early morning)

[justribbing]

[ He's been avoiding Wade for too long, probably just made this worse for himself, and now he's gotta be the bearer of bad news.

Welp. Here goes. ]

* heya.
* been rome-ing around without stopping to chat.
* i apollo-gize for that.
* got time to talk?

[ishotyouuu]

[He hadn't expected to hear from Sans at all after the awkward kerfuffle in the clothing shop. After the push, Wade had wrestled quite a few times with the idea of going to see Sans, to apologize for his behavior, but something always stopped him from taking the plunge and Sans didn't seem as though he'd wanted anything to do with him.

The fact that Sans texts him out of the blue in the wee hours of the morning is a bit of a shock, and Wade feels that unpleasant drop in his stomach as he reads Sans's message. Still, no reason to give off the impression that anything's weird between them.]

sure thing bro

whats up

[Probably best to play dumb for now to avoid further embarrassment.]