[Well, that's interesting. They're learning more about the mechanics in this world even when it isn't their turn! Maybe it's something about Frisk themselves. Maybe it's an unwillingness to dig, to seek out the things a monster is willing to tell them about their stats, to go a level further in understanding the world.
* 18 left.
Maybe Frisk really couldn't do that sort of reality-bending? How had their mirror known about sprites, then?
Confusing to think about.]
A wise choice! Who knows what armor from other worlds could do? Maybe your stats could even go beyond 99.
[Chara's turn, then. Their consciousness flickers left and right, roving over the same four options that have always been there. FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, MERCY. They can't see a spellcasting option, no matter how far right or left they go.
But... it must be there somewhere, surely? They clench their fists, sink their teeth in, start digging. They know about the atrophied, sketchy button, an ancient relic that had never had a home on their interface, but they don't know if that can even be used. Perhaps... if they can whisper notes into the code, can implant "your humble servant" at the beginning of it all, can will a telltale file into existence... perhaps they have the power to change something else? To... to maybe not pull a Floweytale, but...
They hover over the ACT button, uncertain. Then, instead of tugging right or left, they try to pull downward. Modify a crumbling, scribbled button into something sharpened, polished, usable.
It flares into their consciousness, and they seize on it triumphantly.]
Frisk, there's an option here! I found it! Can... should I try a spell? I don't know what might happen, but I could... try to aim away from you?
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* 18 left.
Maybe Frisk really couldn't do that sort of reality-bending? How had their mirror known about sprites, then?
Confusing to think about.]
A wise choice! Who knows what armor from other worlds could do? Maybe your stats could even go beyond 99.
[Chara's turn, then. Their consciousness flickers left and right, roving over the same four options that have always been there. FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, MERCY. They can't see a spellcasting option, no matter how far right or left they go.
But... it must be there somewhere, surely? They clench their fists, sink their teeth in, start digging. They know about the atrophied, sketchy button, an ancient relic that had never had a home on their interface, but they don't know if that can even be used. Perhaps... if they can whisper notes into the code, can implant "your humble servant" at the beginning of it all, can will a telltale file into existence... perhaps they have the power to change something else? To... to maybe not pull a Floweytale, but...
They hover over the ACT button, uncertain. Then, instead of tugging right or left, they try to pull downward. Modify a crumbling, scribbled button into something sharpened, polished, usable.
It flares into their consciousness, and they seize on it triumphantly.]
Frisk, there's an option here! I found it! Can... should I try a spell? I don't know what might happen, but I could... try to aim away from you?