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castle_perraultSans comes back to life on the floor of a dark, reeking cell deep in the bowels of the castle. The first thing he knows is that ribs ache fiercely. It takes him a few bleary minutes to remember why.
Once he does, Sans scrambles gracelessly back to his feet, summoning his blasters over each shoulder as he stares hurriedly around. Empty. No prisoners, no captor. No Adam, no Frisk. The chains hang empty, in a couple of cases ripped out of the walls. Was Adam dealt with? Or did he pack up shop, and take Sans' friends with him?
He needs to go and check.
But he realizes that there's something he needs to grab first, to keep the second verse from just being the same as the first
So unless anyone is down there in the cell when he first reappears, the first anyone is likely to see of Sans is him in the graveyard, hunting around the tombstones and open graves with a very intent expression on his skull. His blasters float lazily behind him. He's not sending them away for a while.
"where is it, where is it..."
Eventually, he manages to find a real knife, if not necessarily the Real Knife, somewhere in the castle. Finally. It feels heavy and cold as he curls his fingerbones around the hilt. But it also feels powerful. Let Adam try sawing him in half with this between them.
It's only then that he wonders if this is what the human felt like, as they walked down the hall for another round with him. Before they knew whether or not Sans could die at all.
Either way, Sans takes a slower route through the castle, up and down and all around, trying to zero in on Frisk's location. He hopes so, so much to find his sense of their presence untainted by that other human's. But at least this way, he's prepared in case he doesn't. Concerned friends or people who are just generally concerned to see a skeleton with two blasters at the ready and a knife in hand can find him anywhere, poking around, checking for trap doors, flinching at loud noises or sudden movements.
Once he does, Sans scrambles gracelessly back to his feet, summoning his blasters over each shoulder as he stares hurriedly around. Empty. No prisoners, no captor. No Adam, no Frisk. The chains hang empty, in a couple of cases ripped out of the walls. Was Adam dealt with? Or did he pack up shop, and take Sans' friends with him?
He needs to go and check.
But he realizes that there's something he needs to grab first, to keep the second verse from just being the same as the first
So unless anyone is down there in the cell when he first reappears, the first anyone is likely to see of Sans is him in the graveyard, hunting around the tombstones and open graves with a very intent expression on his skull. His blasters float lazily behind him. He's not sending them away for a while.
"where is it, where is it..."
Eventually, he manages to find a real knife, if not necessarily the Real Knife, somewhere in the castle. Finally. It feels heavy and cold as he curls his fingerbones around the hilt. But it also feels powerful. Let Adam try sawing him in half with this between them.
It's only then that he wonders if this is what the human felt like, as they walked down the hall for another round with him. Before they knew whether or not Sans could die at all.
Either way, Sans takes a slower route through the castle, up and down and all around, trying to zero in on Frisk's location. He hopes so, so much to find his sense of their presence untainted by that other human's. But at least this way, he's prepared in case he doesn't. Concerned friends or people who are just generally concerned to see a skeleton with two blasters at the ready and a knife in hand can find him anywhere, poking around, checking for trap doors, flinching at loud noises or sudden movements.
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Date: 2017-06-19 09:09 pm (UTC)...not his Frisk. While disappointing to realize, it's still nice to have one that obviously isn't for a change with the way this place seems to operate. Still, it makes Sans wonder all over again just how long he was out, if there's a new kid wandering around. And makes him hope all over again that Adam really is under lock and key.
Sans' eyelights flicker for a moment as he *CHECKs them anyway. But it's a reflex, not done with any real belief that they could actually be a threat. It's tentative return of curiosity. Even before the lights fully come back on, he's lifting a hand to dismiss the blasters.
"hey, frisk. it's, uh...been a tense day." Where does he begin? Should he even begin?
"you okay? seen any shady characters around lately besides yours' truly?"
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Date: 2017-06-21 06:17 pm (UTC)Still, Sans does seem to be a bit... out of it. The hesitation's one of the first things to stick out. Nonetheless, they keep their cool, smiling weakly. "I can tell." After all, Sans and tension don't usually go hand in hand. "But, uh... not really? I mean, I haven't really been looking for trouble, so for all I know, there's some evil mastermind plotting in the next room over."
An attempt at levity to lighten the mood. Who knows how well it'll work?
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Date: 2017-06-27 08:40 pm (UTC)Then he remembers that he shouldn't be waving a knife around when a child is present. So he sticks it in his pocket, for lack of anywhere else to stick it. Precarious, but better than nothing.
"but hey, take it from me. not looking for trouble? great hobby. keep it up. i think it'll catch on." He offers Frisk a thumbs up. "so, uh, second question...you seen any other, uh, you's around lately? ones pretty specifically similar to you, i guess." Referring to their blessed lack of LV and EXP. "this one wears a scarf sometimes."
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Date: 2017-06-28 03:41 am (UTC)"Well, there was that other me from a while back. Kinda quiet. I... haven't really seen 'em since, though. Kinda got pulled back to my own timeline with Papyrus for a little while. But if you want, I can keep an eye out?"