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( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
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When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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fifteen minutes late with starbucks
"Y-you're... um... you're..." A talking skeleton. Crona thought the picture was some kind of joke, and didn't know how to deal with it.
"It would be rude, wouldn't it? To tell him he's a skeleton. He already knows that." That's directed up at Ragnarok, who shrugs. "I dunno. Hey! Skeleton! Did anybody tell you you're a skeleton?"
Both of them look at him, waiting for an answer.
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"Nah, never." Lifting one hand, Sans made a show of turning it over and inspecting it. "Huh. Well, I guess that's what a month in space does to a guy. Consider it a preview into your future, kids."
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"Moron! He's a liar! If that was true, there'd be a lot of skeletons around!"
".... oh." Crona blushes, cheeks tinted grey with embarrassment. "I've never seen a talking skeleton before. I didn't know there were talking skeletons."
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And now, to Crona: "Sorry if I scared you, I was just patellin' a little joke. This place really isn't so bad. Talking skeletons, aside."
Wink
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"Ragnarok, idiot!" And he's apparently done with talking to Sans, if how he grabs an apple off his tray and shoves the entire thing into his mouth is any indication. There are pieces of apple getting all over Crona's hair. Crona's used to it.
"It means 'the doom of the gods'," says Crona. The pun gets a blink, and a wrinkled nose.
"That was... um... d-dead terrible." It's an expression that Crona had picked up from the students at the Academy, one of those 'death child' sayings that people in Death City naturally picked up. It seems like the right thing to say to a talking skeleton that just made a bad pun.
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"Heh, nice." Leaning his jaw against his palm, Sans raises a brow bone. "So how're you settlin' in? Believe it or not, I'm kinda in charge of making sure you have a smooth transition. Tough break for you, kiddo."
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And on that thought--
"What's the deal with your friend?"
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"Ragnarok? W-we're partners. He's my blood, and my sword. Um... he's magic, s-so it's sort of... um... it's hard to explain it."
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A beat.
"The blood thing, though, that's definitely new."
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Crona still takes a step back, eyes wide. And then forward again, once the bone disappears.
"I haven't seen that before. You didn't use a spell, witches have to use spells. D-do you have to use spells or math?"