[Gosh, if Frisk's okay with it... Chara gets to their feet, holds up their empty, knifeless hands one more time just so Frisk can be Double Sure, and gets to work.
The world seems to flicker, color draining from the edges of their vision as they pluck Frisk into combat - real, proper combat, the way the Underground knew it. The kind of formality that Wonderland didn't seem to have any need for, but still something they remember. In front of them, Frisk. Illuminated by the warm saturation of a SOUL in full bloom, red and whole and bright. Hovering in front of their own chest, something sickeningly inferior. Less than an eighth of a SOUL, not enough to make out a coherent heart shape. Broken fragments, shuddering and straining for each other, but lacking the strength to fuse back into one.
But that's not what's important now.
...They can't resist.
ACT. * Check
* FRISK - 0 ATK 0 DEF * Good at Sticking to their morals.]
You're still not wearing any armor? Those gross bandages aren't even worth any DEF.
...Um, no sign of any spellcasting in the ACT list. The ACT option isn't gone, either.
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The world seems to flicker, color draining from the edges of their vision as they pluck Frisk into combat - real, proper combat, the way the Underground knew it. The kind of formality that Wonderland didn't seem to have any need for, but still something they remember. In front of them, Frisk. Illuminated by the warm saturation of a SOUL in full bloom, red and whole and bright. Hovering in front of their own chest, something sickeningly inferior. Less than an eighth of a SOUL, not enough to make out a coherent heart shape. Broken fragments, shuddering and straining for each other, but lacking the strength to fuse back into one.
But that's not what's important now.
...They can't resist.
ACT. * Check
* FRISK - 0 ATK 0 DEF
* Good at Sticking to their morals.]
You're still not wearing any armor? Those gross bandages aren't even worth any DEF.
...Um, no sign of any spellcasting in the ACT list. The ACT option isn't gone, either.