Hot Springs Asriel wades into the springs slowly and with purpose. "Ohhhhhh my gosh I've needed this. I've needed this for the past like, week, you guys." He says, as his swim trunks fill with the air and let out an undignified phlrgblrble as they first submerge beneath the surface. "My head's just, blank, man. It's like someone just took a boulder off the top of it I didn't realize was there. I mean, sure, I wasn't that worried; there's two Frisks here after all, but still--phew, that got dicey, didn't it?"
He closes his eyes, slowly lowering until he's sitting down in the water and... damnit he's too tall. His chest isn't even fully submerged.
"I guess, what was your favorite and least favorite part? Time loops sure are a mess, right?"
Chatting Up Dat Scaled Thang - locked to any and all dragons that want to help with asriel's custom class from kuja Asriel slowly looks around, the awkwardness just burning inside him. That, and hot wing sauce, because sweet cheese sticks that stuff burns. Burns like the fire of... dragons. Everywhere he looks. Dragons. There's a dragon, there's someone who's turned into a dragon, someone else has summoned a dragon, and.. to be perfectly honest, he needs in on this action.
Somehow, he's got to bag himself a dragon tonight.
He smoothes over the fur on his head, adjusting his robes--damnit no, hot wing dust, revert revert--and with some time powers they're looking clean and only somewhat wrinkled! He takes two of the most expensive drinks on the menu, one in each hand, and... goes to try his luck with the Warriors of Light of the scaled persuasion.
Damnit, why did Kuja have to set it up like this, how is he supposed to use Draconic Power and Shockwave without a dragon??
You may have heard tell of what he's planning to ask--after all, he's been practicing in the bathroom for like, the last 20 minutes--but either way, he's here now, grinning a broad smile with a look of utter terror in his eyes as he sidles up to you and... tries to initiate conversation.
"Uhh, hey there.."
Live Entertainment
"I am having a... hard time believing anyone actually wants to see this, but... HEY! It's a party! We've saved the world!" He says to probably-Dante as he walks up to the stage, picking up the microphone.
Ahh hell, singing isn't something he's got much practice with. There's a reason he picked up the bass instead of trying to be lead singer for the band. It was being a flower; gave him a different body to learn physical things in. Now he has like, lungs and stuff. Oh whatever, here we go...
"This one's for Frisk, Zidane, and.. everyone else who's saved someone too stubborn to accept help. So starting today, that means every one of you, yeah?" Asriel takes a deep breath as melodies begin to play out behind him the intro of the song.
If he's going to do this... might as well go all-out, right?
"YOU GOT THE TOUCH!"
Arm raised to the sky, pointing like that robot in that spectacular broadcast fight with Frisk, Asriel starts to put into practice the emulation of what he's seen a thousand times before.
"YOU GOT THE POWEEEEER!"
Fist pulled in, screw everything, the headbanging and rock dancing starts right now. If he's going to make a fool of himself, he's gonna be the absolute king of idiots.
Oh yeah, and he's got a big bag stuffed with glowing warm bird feathers if anyone wants to ask him for some once he finishes. They probably won't resurrect you, but boy they look pretty.
Or, hey, maybe the rest of Panic! might get on stage and play a real encore performance?
Asriel | OTA except when noted
Asriel wades into the springs slowly and with purpose. "Ohhhhhh my gosh I've needed this. I've needed this for the past like, week, you guys." He says, as his swim trunks fill with the air and let out an undignified phlrgblrble as they first submerge beneath the surface. "My head's just, blank, man. It's like someone just took a boulder off the top of it I didn't realize was there. I mean, sure, I wasn't that worried; there's two Frisks here after all, but still--phew, that got dicey, didn't it?"
He closes his eyes, slowly lowering until he's sitting down in the water and... damnit he's too tall. His chest isn't even fully submerged.
"I guess, what was your favorite and least favorite part? Time loops sure are a mess, right?"
Chatting Up Dat Scaled Thang - locked to any and all dragons that want to help with asriel's custom class from kuja
Asriel slowly looks around, the awkwardness just burning inside him. That, and hot wing sauce, because sweet cheese sticks that stuff burns. Burns like the fire of... dragons. Everywhere he looks. Dragons. There's a dragon, there's someone who's turned into a dragon, someone else has summoned a dragon, and.. to be perfectly honest, he needs in on this action.
Somehow, he's got to bag himself a dragon tonight.
He smoothes over the fur on his head, adjusting his robes--damnit no, hot wing dust, revert revert--and with some time powers they're looking clean and only somewhat wrinkled! He takes two of the most expensive drinks on the menu, one in each hand, and... goes to try his luck with the Warriors of Light of the scaled persuasion.
Damnit, why did Kuja have to set it up like this, how is he supposed to use Draconic Power and Shockwave without a dragon??
You may have heard tell of what he's planning to ask--after all, he's been practicing in the bathroom for like, the last 20 minutes--but either way, he's here now, grinning a broad smile with a look of utter terror in his eyes as he sidles up to you and... tries to initiate conversation.
"Uhh, hey there.."
Live Entertainment
"I am having a... hard time believing anyone actually wants to see this, but... HEY! It's a party! We've saved the world!" He says to probably-Dante as he walks up to the stage, picking up the microphone.
Ahh hell, singing isn't something he's got much practice with. There's a reason he picked up the bass instead of trying to be lead singer for the band. It was being a flower; gave him a different body to learn physical things in. Now he has like, lungs and stuff. Oh whatever, here we go...
"This one's for Frisk, Zidane, and.. everyone else who's saved someone too stubborn to accept help. So starting today, that means every one of you, yeah?" Asriel takes a deep breath as melodies begin to play out behind him the intro of the song.
If he's going to do this... might as well go all-out, right?
"YOU GOT THE TOUCH!"
Arm raised to the sky, pointing like that robot in that spectacular broadcast fight with Frisk, Asriel starts to put into practice the emulation of what he's seen a thousand times before.
"YOU GOT THE POWEEEEER!"
Fist pulled in, screw everything, the headbanging and rock dancing starts right now. If he's going to make a fool of himself, he's gonna be the absolute king of idiots.
Oh yeah, and he's got a big bag stuffed with glowing warm bird feathers if anyone wants to ask him for some once he finishes. They probably won't resurrect you, but boy they look pretty.
Or, hey, maybe the rest of Panic! might get on stage and play a real encore performance?
Wild Card
Hit him. Literally smack him. Anything.