[Open] Unreasonable Behaviour
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castle_perraultA . (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.
OK I'll have Sans get his ass kicked in my next tag then (or this one if you prefer just lemme know)
Date: 2016-09-16 04:14 am (UTC)"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
Date: 2016-09-16 03:05 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2016-09-17 01:30 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-09-17 04:20 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-09-17 05:32 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-09-17 03:30 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2016-09-17 07:31 pm (UTC)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))
Date: 2016-09-18 12:59 am (UTC)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...
Date: 2016-09-18 04:50 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-09-19 07:18 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-09-20 12:40 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2016-09-20 04:30 pm (UTC)replies to this bc i am aimless
Date: 2016-09-20 05:01 pm (UTC)--Waylon's stirring. He stays within the cage Toriel has constructed, but he's not exactly happy about it. She'll be able to tell from the low growling emanating in his throat.
"Aren't you just a regular firebug."
He's mellowed from a rage to a sulk, at least, and that takes away some of the imminent menace.
fff sorry for the super slowness, caught the cold from hell
Date: 2016-09-28 11:16 pm (UTC)Sulking is a step up from raging, but the growl still has her cautious.
"Fire magic is common in monsters like myself." The skeletons have blue magic, many of the Waterfall residents have water, Undyne has spears, and goats have fire. Go figure.
Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down. The fire has done some damage, but it's nothing she can't heal away. ...Once she's certain he won't try to smash her for it.
"...What reason could you possibly have for such a rampage?"
Even as she asks it, the memory of Frisk raging in the throne room floats into her mind, and she suspects that maybe she already knows. But she wants to hear it all the same. A child is one thing; a full-grown adult is quite another.
COLDS SUCK i hope you feel better?
Date: 2016-09-30 01:23 am (UTC)"I'm big and beastly, and all I got going for me is my size and roguish good looks." It's--
only mildly creepy how he can sound so newly at ease while trapped and looking murderous. "Tell me the truth." He reaches out of habit to point; tugs his hand back to avoid a nasty burn. "Who'd you piss off?"
His questions, of course, are a front to distract Toriel from her question to him. In truth, the answer he'd never willingly part with, he didn't particularly know. It certainly fit the criteria of a raging monster that the people he knew before tried to paint him in; action. No thought. Bloodlust, and all that brute strength without the edge of cunning he usually has.
It stings.
finally, yes!
Date: 2016-10-01 07:29 pm (UTC)Toriel shakes her head. Might as well answer his question.
"I do not know what you mean."
As far as she knows, she hasn't upset anyone. That is, except for Croc here.
\o/ want to take him to big baby jail now?
Date: 2016-10-03 03:06 pm (UTC)"Where I'm from," and his voice is still in a growl, but it's softer-- condescending, the slightest bit patronizing, because while Croc likes having the upper hand in matters of the mind he doesn't have the upper hand in matters of brawn-- or magic, now that it's entered the equation and that makes him a piss-poor loser of a reptile, "powers like that either means you're a freak, or ya pissed off the wrong sorcerer."
Breathing thick, rattling, he stares her down. "So. When do you take revenge for my killing of your friends?"
It's a goad towards the goat (ha) in the hopes that this devolves back into a fight. Not that he'll last long. It's the thought that counts.
sure thing~
Date: 2016-10-03 10:26 pm (UTC)She takes a step closer to the cage. He can stare her down all he likes, she isn't flinching.
"There is no revenge. I believe in mercy, even for the most miserable of creatures." Despite the harshness of her words, she feels she has to go on: "Violence can only beget more violence. Perhaps even you can learn the way, with time."
:3
Date: 2016-10-03 11:35 pm (UTC)"You may not take revenge," and he doesn't say that she doesn't want it, because wanting something and acting on it are two different hogs, "but others will."
He finally eases off and backs away, seeing if the flames will give even the slightest bit. "So what now, then?"
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Date: 2016-10-05 12:01 am (UTC)goatwoman of her word. Her track record isn't the best on protecting anyone or anything, but she can't help but try.And for now, that means a fiery cage. To keep him in and others out. Perhaps with the children, she had never used her full strength, but she's using it here and now.
"Now, we find you somewhere to calm down and think on what you have done. Luckily, death is impermanent here. Perhaps you can find some way to make amends to others here in the castle. If not... then we shall simply have to become quite familiar with one another, shall we not?"
Toriel has never wanted to be a jailer. But if it means keeping everyone safe, she's hardly above self-sacrifice.
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Date: 2016-10-05 04:50 pm (UTC)Toriel, he thinks, will have to rest sometime; magic is surely a drain. And he is nothing if not determined, edging upon brutish at times. Dumb strength can succeed where all the intelligence of the world fails; but tempered with his cleverness, he's sure that he will win eventually.
All it takes is time...
"Prey shouldn't go up against a predator. The results are just sad."
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Date: 2016-10-07 05:35 pm (UTC)She is, after all, technically immortal. Unless she lets her guard down and he manages to attack her, she'll live forever. She'll certainly outlive him, she suspects. It's normally something she hates to think about, but in this case, it will come in handy.
She doesn't even bother touching the comment about being prey. He should be able to see her fangs from where he is. It's probably meant to try to ruffle her feathers, but she's not budging. Instead, she just gives him a look not at all removed from that of a parent waiting for their child to stop acting the fool.
"If you can behave yourself, I can find somewhere more comfortable for you. If you cannot, then we shall just have to stay right here."