Open | Left Behind

[humerous]

CHARACTERS: Sans, some others, and YOU... if paths happen to cross.
DATE: May 1st up until the return of the lost.
WARNINGS: He'll be investigating some of the corpses, so appropriate warnings for that apply.
SUMMARY: Surprisingly, when you devote yourself to one thing and one thing only, you get a little lost when it's not around to keep an eye on. Sans is wandering the shoreline and circling the perimeter looking for Papyrus, but in truth he just isn't sure what to do.

[He's fairly difficult to pick out as something inhuman from a distance, all things considered; with his hood up and his hands stuffed into his pockets, everything save for his legs from the knees down remains concealed. It just looks like a person on the short side walking along the shoreline...granted, with bizarrely thin legs.

Of course on occasion it's possible to come upon him when he isn't on the move at all, instead standing to the edge just shy of the water, looking out into the distance. Whether it's the ocean itself, the sky or anything else that might be in the distance that has his attention is anyone's guess.

Though the third possibility is a little more gruesome, pulling some driftwood out of the water to get a closer look at the body of a Nalawi caught on it. He's no stranger to dead bodies, so Sans hasn't much of an issue getting closer to look it over. The death was obviously intentional judging from the wounds, but he ignores it soon enough for the sake of looking to the etchings on the wood itself, even squinting. Can skeletons squint? Yes. Mystery solved.]

Can't read this at all...

(ooc: if none of this does it for you just leave a comment asking for a prompt and i can write something up.)

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olivia/undyne/edna individual threads

[humerous]

[He’d said he’d wait where he was so he could be found, so Sans avoids moving for a while to give the others an easier time to find him. He removes his hood after having spoken with a few people on Undyne’s post, sitting down in the sand and awaiting their arrival. Just as he’d said the area around him is fairly empty, so he shouldn’t be hard to find once they’re in the general area.]

[terrormine]

[Hidden under the cover of her umbrella as her form may be, Edna herself is also easy enough to spot from a distance away, thanks to the conspicuous accessory that she's never seen without. ...To those who can still see her, in any case. Sure, it may be strange for others to see her when Sorey can't, but given how this place is messing with all their magic/powers, she's opted to just go with the flow and not dwell on the technicalities. She'll take the issue more seriously, if it persists after they (eventually) return to Oska.

But for now, with weakened powers and a not-so-helpful personality, she definitely wasn't the most eager to get to the bottom of solving this increasingly gruesome mess. So a lack of purpose definitely isn't only affecting Sans, but as for why she's even been drawn to come...]

Find anything interesting, Mr. Bones?

[humerous]

[He turns his attention away from the etchings briefly, only to look at her and wonder whether or not she'd want to see the body...or, well, the state it's in. He's got a good read on people just from first meetings usually, so he doesn't think it'd bother her much, but...

Well, she just looks so young, he can't help it.

Despite that, he decides not to commit either way, instead simply offering:]

Depends. How do you feel about a little guts and gore?

[terrormine]

[She knows full well what sorts of impression her physical appearance may give. She's often used it as a tool to leverage more sass and get better reactions, but maybe not today. ...Not really in the mood, on top of low energy.

Her eyelids do droop a bit, although given her usual looks, it may not be very noticeable.]

Ew. My maiden sensibilities.

[...Okay, never mind. It's not THAT energy consuming, all things considered. She keeps walking, too, so no, she's definitely not bothered.]

How bad is it?

[winces]

[ she finds him easily enough. hard to miss him, despite his short stature; the stark colors he presents are a clear contrast to the grim tones of a storm-ravished nature, so she doesn't hesitate to jog towards him once spotted.

saffron gets to sans first, though, having long since mastered traction against these sands. the lion cub nearly bowls right into the reclining skeleton, but he stops just in time. just close enough to give those slippers of his a curious sniff.

olivia arrives not too long after, fairly winded despite her athleticism. ]

Sans — sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long...!

[humerous]

[He doesn't know how to feel about surface animals...dog monsters knew not to bite them because they're people with feelings, and the annoying dog only ever stole the bones they used to attack. But...something about these non-magical animals always has him a little wary.

(Of course, he doesn't show it at all.)]

Don't get any bright ideas, little guy.

[Oh, but that's the sound of someone else. He remains seated yet turns on the spot, looking over at Olivia and following her with his eyes as she comes closer, settling once she's stopped.]

Hey, don't worry. It's not like I've got places to be. [He looks to Saffron then-] This a friend of yours?

[winces]

[ once he's spoken to, saffron tilts his head curiously, but it's clear he doesn't really understand what's being said. still, he is on pretty good behavior, instead coming to sit on the sand while olivia comes to stand just beside him. ]

Don't worry, [ she says, after answering sans with a soft hum and nod, ] he won't bite.

[ .. not.. unless he feels threatened... is the unspoken disclaimer. ]

Do you want to pet him?

[aspearation]

[ Undyne comes to find Sans post haste, in part because she's worried for him, but also because she could use the familiarity and companionship. He's not hard to find, despite his low stature... he sort of sticks out as one of just a few monsters here.

She has her javelin in hand when she approaches. Its magic is all worn out, just like everything else, but it's comforting to have it in hand, anyway. ]

Hey. You ready to, uh. Do this?

[humerous]

[He doesn't get up immediately, looking out to the ocean for a moment. It's only then he gets up, offering a quiet "heh" as he does.]

No time like the present, right?

[Doesn't even take a moment to brush the sand off of his clothes, though. Papyrus goes to a lot of trouble to keep them clean but Sans just doesn't bother.]

We got two choices. This-a-way- [He gestures to his front.] -or that-a-way. [And gestures behind himself.]

What're you feelin'?

[aspearation]

That way, I guess.

[ It's probably going to be fruitless either way... but it's something to do, besides just sitting around fretting.

Walking around fretting is clearly better, somehow. ]

Wherever he is, I bet he's fine.

Ban

[humerous]

[Although in Ban’s case he’d told the guy he’d come find him instead, so there’s no waiting there. Along Sans’ trek across the sand he happens upon the very man in question still there in the distance, and at this point it wouldn’t be hard for Ban to see the skeleton approaching either.

He stops just a few feet away, pulling a hand out to give him a wave at the wrist in greeting.]

S’up.

[perma_banned]

[Ban looked up to Sans, offering very little in the way of a hello, initially. Papyrus' disappearance was so ingrained in his mind as an overwhelming obstacle that he wasn't sure what he should have said.

Sans didn't have a human face. He couldn't read the guy, except if he paid attention to body language, but--with a skeleton it was still incredibly difficult. Sans didn't look bothered. He didn't look like much of anything, other than aware and upright. Ban sat up properly and began to stand up.

Blood had dried in his beard and hair. None of it was dripping anymore and any signs of bruising from before had already disappeared, though not easily. Ban began to stand and lowered his hand in an offer to Sans.]

Hey.

[Before, Ban had been excitable and gleeful with Sans. It didn't look as if he just lacked it. It looked as if he had purposefully done away with it. He was determined to look haggard and worse for wear.]

Papyrus said he could have died if we all lost our power. How are you feeling?

[humerous]

Well, he ain't wrong. I've got zero magic at the moment...which means I oughta be dead.

[Yet look at him, miraculously alive and still moving around. All he can do is offer a shrug in response; some things are best not questioned.]

Still, I'm feelin' awful lively for a dead guy.

How about you?

:C i died

[perma_banned]

[Ban lowered his hand, rejected. He tilted his head to give Sans a more thorough look. Indeed, the skeleton was right.

Somehow, he was alive but there wasn't an ounce of magic in him. Before, Ban felt like the guy was teeming with the stuff. If Papyrus was in the same condition--it at least gave him hope that his friend was alright. Ban lowered his eyes to the sand beneath him.]

I don't matter. Come on--we oughta start looking.

[Even if Ban had a shred of self-esteem, it wouldn't be used at a time like that. He felt like he had considerably more important things to do than worry about his own ego.

He imagined Sans felt the same. Ban had been a big brother, once. He understood that fear he felt.]