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thisavrou_log2016-02-10 04:30 pm
skelepun) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-02-10 04:30 pm
[open] do you know why the body is a prison?
Who: Sans and YOU! Open to literally everyone
When: Between this and the final judgment call on this.
Where: The Hold.
What: There's a skeleton in the dungeon, come let him rattle his bones at u
Warnings: Probably some mention of murder/death/etc! But mostly pretty tame, I imagine. Will edit if that changes.
The hold was incredible. Three solid walls, one semi-solid wall, a bench-bed hybrid that wrecked havoc on his back, and all the down time a skeleton could ask for. It was perfect. The best vacation he's ever had.
It'll be a real bummer once all of it goes away again.
Whatever the kid is up to, they're biding their time. And the few times a stray unpleasant thought passed through his skull, Sans is able to wave them away easily enough. He didn't care for thinking about Chara's dead body, so he didn't think about it. The worrying notion that, perhaps, this reality experienced time differently from what he knew...
Again: not thinking about it. The perfect cure, really.
Of course, he couldn't exactly stop people from visiting him here. With news spreading throughout the ship of what happened, more and more people were reaching out to him with why spelled out across their furrowed brows. Sans wished he could help them, sincerely. It would be a load off both their minds.
Too bad the answer was just too damn huge.
( ooc: feel free to visit sans in the hold any time, either before or after your character has 'cast their vote (or not)' on his fate. woo! )
When: Between this and the final judgment call on this.
Where: The Hold.
What: There's a skeleton in the dungeon, come let him rattle his bones at u
Warnings: Probably some mention of murder/death/etc! But mostly pretty tame, I imagine. Will edit if that changes.
The hold was incredible. Three solid walls, one semi-solid wall, a bench-bed hybrid that wrecked havoc on his back, and all the down time a skeleton could ask for. It was perfect. The best vacation he's ever had.
It'll be a real bummer once all of it goes away again.
Whatever the kid is up to, they're biding their time. And the few times a stray unpleasant thought passed through his skull, Sans is able to wave them away easily enough. He didn't care for thinking about Chara's dead body, so he didn't think about it. The worrying notion that, perhaps, this reality experienced time differently from what he knew...
Again: not thinking about it. The perfect cure, really.
Of course, he couldn't exactly stop people from visiting him here. With news spreading throughout the ship of what happened, more and more people were reaching out to him with why spelled out across their furrowed brows. Sans wished he could help them, sincerely. It would be a load off both their minds.
Too bad the answer was just too damn huge.
( ooc: feel free to visit sans in the hold any time, either before or after your character has 'cast their vote (or not)' on his fate. woo! )
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"I... yeah. I did." A beat. "It wasn't something I relished, though."
That was half a lie, but the kid didn't need to know the gritty details surrounding catharsis and revenge.
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Asriel's voice is quiet, but childlike desperation still slips in. A quivering in his voice that isn't quite tears, but it's pretty close. He couldn't save his family, the one member of his family he could never really save. They always felt like they were right in his reach, but just like before...
"W-why? Why did you do it? They... they were finally back and it was gonna be okay again a-and...!"
The words catch in his throat, and the tears he tried forcing back come rushing out. His babbling won't make any sense to Sans, at least not without more context. But until he composes himself, giving an explanation for why he's upset is the last thing on his mind.
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"I... kid, look, I don't know if they--if they were your friend, or--"
No, that was impossible. That thing killed plenty of children in their horrific tear through the underground, leaving them and their families as nothing more than piles of dust. The idea of them befriending any monster, let alone one so young and easily overpowered, is impossible for Sans to fathom.
That said, the reaction is strong enough and dissonant enough that Sans barely knows how to react.
"I dunno what they told you, but they're..." Bad news? A killer? God, Sans doesn't know how to put it.
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"...They're family. We're... we're siblings."
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"Huh? How's that work...?"