The Start of a New Game...?

[ranunculus_funesta]

At first, it felt just like home, in the dank twilight of the cavern. It was only the insistent sound of water that roused the flower to open his eyes, met with... what was this? A tube? No, it's some kind of machine, with small parcels scattered around the small pot in which Flowey was situated. With a confused glance at the odd surroundings, the buttercup heaves himself into his usual standing position, grabbing the letter in his leaves and scanning the contents, non-existent brows furrowing at the calm welcome and 'explanation' of the current situation.

Flowey sighs, shaking his petals at the absurdity of the whole situation, before a hint of panic settles in. Squeezing his eyes shut, he searches for his SAVE file. 20 tense seconds later, he finds it... but cannot reach it. The RESET button was missing as well! Trembling from petals to stem, he checks his STAT.

FLOWEY LV 1 HP 20/20

"...it's all... gone..." The flower whispers, eyes snapping open to the harsh reality of this... place.

'Well, nothing to lose now', he thinks bitterly, picking up the bracelet-sized necklace and fastening it in the only secure place, between his large yellow petals and smaller green sepals, the tiny pendant all but invisible once in place. Next comes the odd rectangle, the 'videophone' as the letter called it, tucked into a thoughtfully provided pouch, as if those who brought the flower knew he lacked pockets. A humorless chuckle escapes as Flowey notices the bag has a separate slot for the enclosed bills.

'It's so convenient, it almost could be considered comforting if it wasn't so darned creepy!'

He hangs the pouch in the same place as the necklace, warily scanning the environment for the way out- oh right, the pot. An irritated huff, and then Flowey flings himself towards the edge of the pod, turning sideways and rolling with the momentum. To anyone else's eyes, it'd be a comical sight, but right now it was a matter of escape. A sizable 'thunk' echoes throughout the cave when the pot hits the ground, spilling dirt onto the floor. Wasting no time, the buttercup buries his roots into the waiting soil, feeling the expanse of the connected ground and effortlessly diving underneath.

Flowey surfaces at random, twisting his head to take in the vast sky, the distant impossibly large buildings, far, far bigger than anything he'd ever seen. The palace wasn't even close to being that tall! The flower pauses, petals swaying in the slight breeze, his leaves tilting towards the sun's warmth. Surely there was no harm in staying here for a while, just looking at the brand new landscape, right?

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[magicpanchira]

It's not every day one sees a yellow flower just sort of appear; not unless, of course, one is a magician like herself... or has pretty bad eyesight. But her gaze is just as sharp as ever, and she knows for a fact that this particular flower had not been there two seconds ago. On further inspection, the vibrant yellow flower seems to have... a face?

"Whoa," she murmurs, approaching and crouching down so she can better be at the plant's height -- as much as one CAN be at such a height, of course -- and she tips her head. Really, if she were anyone else in the world, they'd feel awkward about this, but Trucy certainly feels no embarrassment. Certainly, if it has a face, it can talk, right?

"Hello!" she begins, not as loudly as she usually would for the simple matter that she does not want to scare or frighten it away. "Can you speak? You're very pretty."

[ranunculus_funesta]

Flowey snaps out of his reverie at the sudden greeting, straightening his stem as he turns towards the newcomer. Mild surprise quickly melts away into a wide grin, the flower's head bobbing excitedly at the unusually-dressed stranger. A human perhaps? Quite likely female too, from its voice.

"Howdy! Sure I can speak, since I'm doing it right now!" The buttercup's voice mirrored his bright colors, chipper and animated. One foreleaf raises and swishes, the closest Flowey could get to a friendly wave. "My name's Flowey! What's yours? You look really pretty too!"

[magicpanchira]

"Wow! That's so cool! It's nice to meet you, Flowey! My name's Trucy Wright! You just got here too, then, huh? I arrived a few days ago."

She beams at the little flower, tipping her hat politely to him. In her mind, this is the best day ever... barring the day her dad got his attorney's badge back, of course.

"I don't know a lot about this place still... I'm investigating everything, but so far everyone seems pretty nice."

[ranunculus_funesta]

The bright flower mirrors Trucy's excitement, bouncing happily upon his oddly thin stem. "Yeah! So far everything seems okay, though it's weird not to be home." Flowey's brows draw together in a small pout. "Some meanies had put me in a pot when I first woke up, what kind of cruel trick is that?" The buttercup sticks out his tongue with a childish raspberry at the mysterious perpetrators of this heinous act.

He soon returns to his chipper countenance, gazing back up at his new 'friend'. "So what's there to do around here? ...Actually I don't even know the general layout of this place, let alone specifics."