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castle_perrault2016-09-04 09:34 pm
[Open] Unreasonable Behaviour
A . (for your character to end up a snack or escape and spread the word; indicate which in your subject line!)
He’s found the underwater lake. It’s nice, for the most part, but just like the fish in the river the fare is disappointingly slimy and unappetizing. Seeing as he hasn’t found the kitchen yet (a shame!) he turns to the next source of food—those wandering about the castle. The first to go is a small white cat lazing about on a chair; tufts of fur remain on the floor, and he continues on. The castle is large enough to send him on af ew circles; but finally, he sees someone down a hall, and makes his lumbering way towards them.
B. (for your character to lay a beatdown on Croc, or for Croc to lay a beatdown on your character….)
He takes to roaming the halls during the night. It’s quieter, the birds are asleep, he has free rein; it’s daresay, nice. He’s still angry. It bubbles up in his chest like a red foam, leads to clawmarks being engraved in the stone, chairs turned on their head or otherwise made into splinters.
Croc is a simple man, sometimes. Sometimes he likes to scheme and plot, and finds himself quite adept at that! Other times… well, other times, someone’s just gotta get their head caved in. Said someone is going to find a big, scaled surprise in the library.
we can get movin and shakin whenever
Perhaps not so much the enraged part. Try as he might anger's given way to a sulk. A sulk far more dangerous on a crocodile man than a toddler, though both share the tendency to bat things around.
To go on the safe side? Assume it's the same one.
"Back for another round?"
He snorts. "Maybe you won't run away this time. I'll use your bones as chew toys, skeleton."
He doesn't make a move yet, simply prowls a few yards away.
awesome i figured we could get started just like this at least
Like how the other "him" must have run into him too. He must be okay if he ran away. Sans doesn't bother explaining it.
"Whatever you say, pal. I don't exactly got any meat on this bones, if that's what you're lookin' for."
He watches Croc prowl. Quiet for a moment. Finally:
"You've been busy, huh?"
alright! is tori going to jump in at some point?
It might be a mystery to someone who isn't Sans.
"You ain't been a slacker yourself."
He hasn't actually been able to catch himself a dinner besides the cat; one because of the Batman, one because of hesitation, one because he was a great deal stronger than Croc expected, and this one...
well, maybe his luck was about to turn around.
"Not gonna pull out your cannons again? Barely slowed me down the first time--"
he growls, low in his throat.
"Maybe you've learned something other than running away."
And then he lurches forwards with deceptive speed, claws coming down in such a way as to split Sans' head right open if he doesn't move.
YEAH we figure maybe a little bit more into the fight
"I had to use those, huh?"
He'll keep it vague for now. It's not important anyway. As Croc lurches forward, Sans casually shrugs both hands in the air.
"I dunno, dude. It's kind of what I do best. Besides, why would I pass up the chance to say something like, I dunno..."
Suddenly, at the last minute, Sans sidesteps away from Croc's enormous claws.
"'See ya later, alligator'?"
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His claws come down on empty air, and he bellows. The impact he expects doesn't come; the skeleton moves away, impossibly fast (and he should really be getting used to this by now) and he barely keeps his balance, tail swinging around as a thick, spiny counterbalance.
"Shut your jaw before I rip it off!" Claws, as always, add a veneer of credibility to the threat. He finishes twisting around, goes for Sans again.
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Seriously, Croc. Sans is a cartoon skeleton, he doesn't know what you expect, here. Observant eyes do catch his near-topple, though, and he gets an idea. As Croc twists around, the smaller monster ducks under his swing.
Then, he summons a row of magic bones, springing from the ground and right in front of Croc's feet. The skeleton just hopes Croc still has enough momentum to actually trip. The near-loss of balance before said plenty, and he doesn't look like the type that can stop on a dime.
So here's hoping.
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Croc shakes his head to clear the stars, flexing his claws; they scrape against the stone like nails on a chalkboard. Then he gets back up and turns to face Sans, rubbing at his jaw.
"I'll deal with that for you, don't worry."
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It had taken far longer to follow the trail of destruction than Toriel would care to admit, but she's arrived just in time to hear the threat thrown at her friend and she's furious. For so many things this crocodile monster has done today, really. And so here she is, fire magic blazing in her palms.
And she sends one fireball to burst at Croc's feet, a warning shot more than anything. Fear and fury are coursing through her in equal parts, but she means to catch this man's attention. The fireball is meant to burst on impact and then fizzle out; no sense in burning down the library.
Hopefully, she can distract him enough to help Sans get the upper hand. Between the two of them...
"I would recommend that you stop now. You have done enough harm for one day."
Do not make me hurt you in return.
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"Heh! Check this out. ''Breaking the Law' by Kermit A. Krime. I really gotta write a book one of these days."
The nonchalant attitude was on purpose, hoping to piss Croc off enough that he spent the rest of his energy swinging those claws around. If Sans were honest, he was a little worried how much stamina the guy had, and how long he himself would hold out...
... until a fireball apparently happened. Sans snaps in the direction it was thrown.
"... Tori?"
Ah, hell.
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In truth, he'd expected the small skeleton to go down easily this time. He's expected to rip him limb from limb in the space of a breath, and use his bones as chew toys for the rest of the day. And now--
Now, his chest aches from the earlier impacts, and--
Backup. The thing's got backup, and she apparently is a pyromaniac. (Step back from the fireball-- a warning shot.) Maybe she knows Garfield, bless his radioactive soul.
"I can't wait until you shut up."
He assesses the situation; Toriel's more dangerous. He drops onto all fours for the extra propulsion and charges, all too ready to make Toriel feel the LOVE.
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And then she's in the crosshairs.
Sans may be nimble and a great dodger, but Toriel is not at all made for speed. She is, however, particularly sturdy. There's just the slightest shock at seeing Croc drop to all fours before she shifts her footing to brace for impact. It will hurt, that's for sure, but she can take it. Boss monsters are built tough.
Even as she's bracing herself, though, she calls on her fire magic again. Swirling embers spark into life around her like a fiery whirlwind. If Croc is going to hit her, it's going to hurt him, too.
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It's taller this time, enough to completely block Croc's charge. It's too weak to hold him back, and he could easily break through it if he wanted to. But Sans is gambling that it'll slow him down, and by the time it breaks through, Toriel's attack will get there too.
He's not sure if it'll work, he's just hoping it'll keep Toriel from getting hit.
"You're gonna have to catch me first, pal."
Sans winks. He disappears behind the bone wall and, in an instant, reappears behind Toriel.
"Hey, Tori. I'm guessin' it's too late to try and change your mind and tell ya to get out of here?"
one or two more attacks and then he's done i'm thinking?
Today, the library overlooks the gardens. Anybody wandering down the overgrown paths will hear Croc, something halfway between a roar and a scream; it's still terrifying, sure, but it's obvious that the fire hurts. He whirls around to glare down Sans. He's not there anymore. Croc's considerate enough to not stagger into a bookshelf and set it aflame as he turns back to Toriel (oh, there he is-- or maybe that's just because he's enraged enough to keep charging at Toriel and Sans.
works for me~
Although Croc is still charging and now Sans is behind her and her gut gives a twist of fear for him. Which is probably silly, given his teleporting, but still.
Ears ringing from the roar, still stubbornly holding her ground, she gives a shake of her head in answer to Sans's question. "I cannot stand idly by. I must do something."
Even if that something comes down to grappling against this half-man-half-monster. Which it's rapidly looking like it may come down to.
OK I'll have Sans get his ass kicked in my next tag then (or this one if you prefer just lemme know)
"Welp. Alright. I figured."
No point in trying, then.
Back to Plan A. He steps in front of Toriel. Given their height difference, he'd make a pretty poor shield - if that's what he was trying to do. Instead, he brings a hand up and snaps his fingers. Both he and the larger monster disappear from Croc's line of fire, and reappear behind him.
He could just as well teleport Croc himself out a goddamn window. Too bad there were probably more people there. Oh well. Sans wanted to wear him out just a little more. Let him charge into things his own damn self, waste his own energy.
Two of the same floating, dog-like blasters magic into existence and appear behind them. Well, behind him. Should Toriel notice it, Sans actually teleported her a little farther behind him, bringing himself closer to Croc. The skeletal blasters snarl towards Croc as a blue light charges from their mouths. They've found their mark.
"You're gonna have to remind me. You saw a couple of these already, right?"
The pinprick eyes in Sans sockets disappear, giving a briefly haunting, hollow look to that permanent grin before it's replaced with an enormous, fiercely glowing blue eye.
More blasters appear behind Croc.
"How many, would you say?"
'croc oh my gosh you can't do that' croc: WATCH ME
Croc barely stood up against two of them-- now, there's at least four. He doesn't want to take his eyes off of the monsters to check. Including the giant goat woman he's... at a distinct disadvantage. Dammit.
Go out swinging, right? They've both been hesitant to really kill him (hell, the skeleton ran away the first time) so maybe this is all a bluff. He growls and lowers his head; to those who didn't know Croc, it might seem like an admission of defeat.
The goat could do fire. She might burn down the entire library, but his scales could protect him from the worst of it.
The skeleton could summon those things. He was also... bones. Which Croc had a great deal of experience splintering. His blasters also looked like bones, and those did a lot of damage. It would be best to deal with those first.
Mind made up, he roared; and charged straight at Sans, looking for all the world ready to tackle him. Instead, at the last second he veered, leaping up as high as possible to get above one of the blasters. His tail flies through the air like a flail-- it might be entirely possible that it hits them, Sans, Toriel, maybe even both.
dammit croc y u do dis
It's a combination of things that lead to Toriel's slow reaction: Slight disorientation from the sudden position swap (nothing major), shocked staring at the blasters (she had no idea), and bracing herself when it looks like Croc is charging again.
And then he's jumping up.
It hits her shade of a second too late what he's doing and she's just far enough away from Sans that she can't knock him out of the way. Not that she doesn't try. Heart stopping, she manages only a step...
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No, he can't.
Though only said it to annoy Croc, but the blasters fire anyway. He doesn't even realize Toriel hadn't seem them before. He wasn't even sure why he was fighting, putting in the effort. Maybe the surface had been good for him after all. Hell if he knows.
Too much happens at once. The blasters shoot. Croc jumps. Most of the blasters miss as Croc knocks then around. Their laser blasts hit elsewhere, burning holes through bookshelves and leaving smoking trails along the wall. It would have made for a pretty cool cool light show if it wasn't so dangerous. Sans would have thought about it more if he hadn't caught something huge and scaly coming for him out of the corner of his eye.
It's Croc's tail. Caught off guard, the brunt of it hits Sans. The bulk of the tail doesn't make enough of an impact to actually hurt, but it's just enough to knock the metaphorical wind out of him and send his light body flying backward, spinning towards the debris of fallen, broken bookshelves. He probably could have recovered if it didn't happen in a millisecond.
He hits solid wood - a splintered bookshelf - chest first. He feels his ribs crack with a sickening sound.
The pain hits immediately, sending any thought he could have had to crashing stop as he ricochets off the floor. Something red spreads across the middle of his chest, just above the neck. His eyes widen. He doesn't scream. Something of a strangled, quiet gasp comes out of him, though, just as his limp body rolls out that last bit of momentum until he's lying on his side.
Finally, he blacks out.
-.9
He'll be back.
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Barely is the key word, here; he twists around as soon as he's safely back on the ground, crouched on all fours, and stares him down. There wasn't any blood in the skulls to properly coat his claws and teeth, to show for all the violence, but--
less to clean up later? His own blood is flowing from his chest wound and the other sundry nicks, scratches, bruises he's attained from other scuffles, so maybe not.
Toriel's still there. Sans is out of commission, but he's still got one more. Some more white fur to the tufts already stuffed under books, drifting on the breeze?
"You're next." He grins. It looks less like a smile and more like a glare, but everything looks rather intimidating on several hundred pounds of reptile. Toriel barely gets time to react before Croc's charging her.
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And Croc has rounded on her. Beneath the icy fear, anger flares. Obviously, he isn't going to stop and let her tend to her friend.
She won't hurt to kill, but Croc is about to discover the true muscle behind the monster throne. It wasn't Asgore.
With one quick gesture, a solid line of blue-white flame roars up to shield Sans from Croc. It's a fakeout; the flame is only pleasantly warm, so Sans won't roast behind it, but it looks plenty hot enough to singe through scales. The goal is to make Croc shy away from it long enough to buy her time to get him under control.
She doesn't just brace herself this time. This time, she has a fireball for Croc, a decent sight stronger than the one she summoned once to literally blow Asgore away. She waits to throw it until she's sure he won't have the space to dodge aside.
When it lands, it should knock the wind out of him and blow him backward. Painful, absolutely. Deadly, not quite.
/ arrives 15 minutes late to the massacre with Starbucks (let me know if this needs edits)
It was around about then that Sans remembered another monster in the castle who might be badly in danger from a monster like this. That Croc was probably still a little pissed off at him and probably not going to be in the mood to check feathers or headbands.
Fortunately, his other self is easy to sense. Sans gets close with one more shortcut that leaves, and then it's just a matter of running. The sounds of battle are loud enough that he knows where he's going.
Sans stumbles around the corner, only to find himself forced to avert his gaze at the blazing bright light of the flames from up ahead. He makes out the silhouette of Toriel, guesses that Croc must be in front of her...and then his gaze is drawn to the bright red already pooling from the huddled bundle on the floor.
"No."
He hurries forward. "nonononono stop that, you idiot, stop that..." Before dropping to his knees beside himself. All the while wondering what exactly he thinks he's going to do. He can't heal, he's never been able to heal, he's not strong enough for that...
...but maybe he doesn't have to be. Not for this.
If this works, it could open up a lot of fascinating possibilities for further researching his relationship with time and space, and probably the relationship every monster has between time and space. But mostly, Sans just prays it works. If it does, though, they're both going to be helpless for a bit. And while he trusts Toriel to beat Croc back, he also knows that they're two big monsters and a lot can happen in a fight like this.
So he calls out, hoping to make himself heard. "Tori! I'm getting him out of here!"
this is harder to do with custom journal layouts but here goes ((LAST EDIT SORRY))
Which is when something weird starts happening. Something warm and light starts glowing just above his thinly cracked ribs. It's visible through his clothes, the glow of his soul flickering with a white light. It starts, then stops. Then starts, stops, starts, stops, starts. Like a signal.
He doesn't have much time to think about it before he completely loses consciousness again.
The other Sans might notice that it's not his double's whole soul that's glowing, but a small piece of something inside it. Something jammed in his soul, scarred over, and now lighting up like a Christmas tree using morse code.
Speaking of communication. Sans eyesockets go completely hollow. His body jerks, twitches, and an odd sound comes out of his chest - of all things.
*NOT... ENOUGH.
Not enough. It didn't protect Sans enough. It thought it could shield him from the blow.
[gets myself a bowl of cheerios] AIGHT let's get croc to jail and sans to... not death...
He makes up his mind to let Sans lay there and bleed out, and doesn't notice the other skeleton run to his aid. Instead he keeps on his barreling track to Toriel.
When the fireball hits, Croc does a full flip backwards and crashes into a bookshelf from the force. He, himself, has a new burns spreading from the base of his throat until his waist, scales cracked and glistening from the blistering heat. He growls something out-- a curse, an obscenity-- and passes out.
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And then the fireball hits.
He's down. Toriel takes a step or two forward, watching carefully for any sign of movement. This could be a feint or it could be a faint, and she wants to be sure before she takes it for granted.
No, he's definitely down now. Miserable creature.
All this magic use is really wearing her down, but she isn't done yet. She lets the firewall fall away and, with another gesture, summons a column of embers to spin gently around Croc's fallen form. It's not much of a prison, but if he wakes up, it should hold him in place for fear of getting burned again. Hopefully, it'll be enough to let him calm down.
Satisfied that this should do the trick for now, she turns to glance back at the two Sans-es, hoping they're alright.
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He knows that voice. He knows that SOUL. But why is it here, why is it calling out now of all times, what's going...
And scant seconds later, Sans has no time to keep wondering. His right eyesocket remains dark. His left eyesocket flares white with pain in response. He claps a hand over it, all but doubling over in pain. The other hand remains pressed down tight enough to hurt over his other self's ribcage. But the harsh white glow remains visibly pulsing through his fingers, responding and mimicking that same uknowable code.
Piece reaches out for piece, and he is suddenly on the ground bleeding, except he's staring out at the world through tempered glass, except he's a child he's grown and on the surface he's dying and falling apart and burning and no no no...
...whoever he is, it's dangerous here for him. For them. Or maybe they're the dangerous ones. Either way, moving slowly because everything hurts, Sans slowly takes tighter hold of his other self. And then, without even entirely thinking about it consciously, he spirits them both away all in a rush, somewhere else, somewhere away.
WE'RE OUTTA THIS THREAD BYE
replies to this bc i am aimless
fff sorry for the super slowness, caught the cold from hell
COLDS SUCK i hope you feel better?
finally, yes!
\o/ want to take him to big baby jail now?
sure thing~
:3
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