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At first glance, there's nothing to be considered about the man. Perhaps not even on the second. His clothing is bland, unremarkable -- mingled mixtures of brown and tan and gray, all utilitarian, worn and dusty from the boots on his feet to the gloves on his hands. He slips through the crowds at the marketplace at a quiet, almost weary pace, sliding between people and animals and stalls, never quite making contact. He pauses, waits patiently when something crosses his path, waiting until child or animal or cart is fully out of his path before moving onward. His hood is up, and it is deep, making a shadow of his features; not even the tip of his nose is visible in the dark.
Now and then he gets jostled in spite of the care of his movement; always he turns it aside with a quiet word, soft, and continues.
It's only some minutes after his wake that people begin to notice things missing: A purse. A wallet. The ring off a finger. But by then the unassuming man with his soft voice is gone, and his unremarkable appearance leaves no trace on the memory. With the crowd, it could have been anyone -- not some soft-voiced, bone-weary traveler whose shoulders slump beneath his nondescript cloak. It could have been anyone at all.
((ooc: Feel free to notice that something of yours is missing. While he'll normally target something of value, it could be anything that's interesting. Feel free to catch him in the act as well if you like -- but he's almost unnaturally quick-fingered, so you'll have to be fast.))
It's the cool afternoon air across the nub of her knuckle that alerts her to the thimble's absence almost immediately. Immediately she turns, casting her eyes to the ground and looking for the glint that might identify the small silver object. She'd been so intently fascinated on her surroundings that she hadn't even felt it slip off her hand.
"Excuse me," she said, trying to get the attention of the kedan around her, but they seem more intent to keep going about their business any paying her no mind. "Have you-- oh, pardon me. Have you seen a thimble? It's... please watch where you're going, sir. It's silver and I've lost it."
The boy fights back a gag, covering his nose with a trailing sleeve. The smell of the sweat of crowded bodies, of dust, of fruit and meat and animal excrement all twisting and coagulating together is strong, sour, and altogether consuming. It's very too nearly much for a highly sensitive nose to bear -- and worse, he can't find his way out of it. He's been wandering in the marketplace for half an hour, possibly more, and each new twist and turn of the street seems to lead him further in than out -- or towards alleyways even he knows wouldn't be the best of choices.
The kedan pay him no particular attention. He's just a boy, too small to take much notice of, and even though his clothes are strange, dark, almost old-fashioned, he doesn't call much more thought than anyone else -- just another thing in the way of business. They push past and jostle him, keeping to their shopping, barely even glancing at him -- not even when he glares up from the level of their elbows in full resentment, eyes yellow-gold.
He's never been this lost. Never been quite this alone.
"Hello," Elizabeth says, bending down a little and smiling at the boy kindly. "Are you lost? You don't look like you're from around here either," she added, noting his clothing. Like hers, it seemed a little old fashioned, and she didn't like the way that the kedan had been disregarding him.
He could console himself with the idea that at least the dung is more natural than anything around him, but . . . a bare foot in dung has never been comforting. Anywhere. He twists his foot in the dust, doing his best to be rid of the feeling of warm goo between his toes.
Eyes flick up to her at the sound of her voice, take her in. His features are curiously smooth, almost baby soft, as though they aren't used to expression. The only sign that he's tense, wary of his surroundings, is in his shoulders, as though he'd very much like to spread wings and take off from the ground. It's in his breath, too, pulled sharply through his thin frame. Still he holds himself upright, level as a prince caught unawares.
"What is this place?" There's a flicker of tension around the corners of his mouth. "It does not even smell close to home."
Elizabeth looks down at his foot, her nose wrinkling slightly but in sympathy rather than disgust. "Let's find somewhere we can wash that off, all right?" she says. He does look quite strange, almost cherubic in feature, even though he can't be that much younger than she is... perhaps it's just his manner. She doesn't miss that he didn't give his name but doesn't press for it.
"Well... I was told it's a city called Keeliai. It's not one I've ever read about, and no one can seem to tell me what country it's part of. Should we find someone who can tell us more? After," she amends, "the washing."
sans the skeleton | Undertale | 5 [Network post - Video]
hey, keelial. i've been doing a ton of exploring. well. i guess you could say i've been doing a... skele-ton.
[Yes, that is a skeleton on the feed. Yes, he just made a bad skele-pun. Yes, you can practically hear the font as he speaks.]
okay, enough joking around. time to get down to the bare bones.
i know i kinda need a job. money, food, shelter. all that good stuff. but. well. let's just say that if you ask my old boss, i could be a bit bone-idle.
[They just keep coming...]
so if anyone out there has a position for a real lazy-bones like me, let me know? i promise i'll do my best.
i dunno... you guys need a bed tester, or something?
[This particular response makes use of the video feature, even though the person responding usually sticks to audio only. For a very specific reason, in fact. A reason immediately obvious the moment he turns on the feed.
Basically, he's also a skeleton.]
What?
[... Eloquent. The vast amount of bone puns must be blocking his ability to think. Let's try this again.]
[It's not that Skulduggery doesn't have a sense of humour. Quite the contrary, a lot of people would appreciate it if he had less of one. But he's never met another living skeleton before, and he's never particularly appreciated puns. Especially when he isn't the one making the pun.]
You wouldn't happen to exist because of that joke my friend made over the network the other day, would you?
[Hey, stranger things have happened. And it would explain the puns.]
if he's the reason i woke up here in an alleyway, i've got a bone to pick with him. i was having a nice nap, too. just got my booth how i like it.
[Again, serious time.]
in all seriousness, i don't know how i got here. someone told me i got transported here because of some messed-up magic, so i guess that explains stuff.
although, i really should try to find a way back. not too sure what my brother will do without me.
[It doesn't dismiss the possibility, not with the Dreaming as active as it's been lately. But, Skulduggery has to admit, Sans being another Foreigner makes much more sense.]
The Dreaming. That's what your messed-up magic is. It's an alternate plane of existence where people in this world are meant to spend their sleeping hours, but in Keeliai it's clashing with the Life plane. Apparently, it has a hobby of collecting people who don't belong here. [He pauses.] Which has very frightening implications for its attitude toward skeletons.
[Is that what he looks like when he talks, jaw moving and all? Valkyrie's right. It is creepy.]
Your brother will be frozen in time without you. If and when you get back, it'll be as if you never left. Is your brother also a skeleton?
[Somehow, Skulduggery appreciates that Sans's jokes aren't limited to bone puns.]
I'm sorry. I'm -
[... he is never going to live his name down, is he?]
- Skulduggery Pleasant. Pleased to meet you. I'm guessing not everyone is a skeleton where you come from? You wouldn't have a word for the concept otherwise.
He doesn't sleep, so waking up in a strange new world was frightening all on its own. But he's been walking for a day, and all he's seen is forest and farms and strange-looking people who aren't quite human and who don't appreciate being asked questions. (To be fair, he hid from most of them.) Sid spent the last few decades hiding in an attic watching movies and reading books, so even though he technically doesn't have muscles to complain at him, something's complaining at him. His leg bones, maybe? He doesn't know what to do or how to start doing it, but whatever it is, he doesn't want it to involve running.
Which is probably why Sid can now be found running towards the city, screaming, a rampaging kirin behind him. He's completely naked - of skin as well as clothes - and, as a living skeleton, makes for quite an alarming sight.
And now, apparently, we're listening to mysterious voices coming from the trees.
Sid obeys the first order, but not the second, mostly because he doesn't hear it. He's still screaming when he throws himself into the thicket of trees. The screaming only really stops when his ribcage loosens and falls to the grass by a tree trunk, leaving only his bent legs in one piece.
The kirin passes Sid's impromptu hiding spot, pauses, snuffles around, then brays and walks away.
On the ground by his ribs, Sid's skull rocks from side to side. "Who said that?" he demands. "Who's there?"
"hey there, buddy. thinking of joining the rolling bones?" The voice is mildly amused. "you need to keep it together, friend. falling apart in a crisis is one way to have a bad time."
There's a short silence. Then, like an invisible implosive force is pulling all nearby bones into one spot, Sid literally pulls himself together. His ribcage and skull tighten into one cohesive whole, then loosen slightly to sit comfortably on top of each other.
"I'm okay," he mutters. "I fall apart all the time. I'm going tibia okay." He looks around. "Who are you?" He pauses to think about it, then rephrases the question. "What are you?"
How can someone's voice change that drastically? Sid wonders as he turns around. He isn't wondering for long, though, because he sees the skeletal hand extending toward him and all his thoughts stop in their tracks.
He leans closer, just to make sure it isn't a trick of the light - which is ridiculous, because skeletons don't have eyeballs - and then looks up at the stranger's face.
Kedan scrambled out of the way of the rampaging Kirin. The creature was panicked, broken reins trailing from it's bridle, it's driving harness still half attached the the wagon it was pulling for it's master. Instead of moving out of it's way, Daine raced toward it, putting herself in its path, ignoring the people telling her to get out of the way.
"Easy friend," she yelled, holding out her arms. The Kirin slammed on the breaks, stopping short of running her over. It stood there, trembling.
"Things will be alright," she said, her voice softer now, slowly moving one hand toward the animal's nose. It's nostrils flared, the panic fading from it's eyes as it sniffed her hand. "What a good boy you are." Daine crooned, taking hold of his bridle.
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Okugi | Original
Now and then he gets jostled in spite of the care of his movement; always he turns it aside with a quiet word, soft, and continues.
It's only some minutes after his wake that people begin to notice things missing: A purse. A wallet. The ring off a finger. But by then the unassuming man with his soft voice is gone, and his unremarkable appearance leaves no trace on the memory. With the crowd, it could have been anyone -- not some soft-voiced, bone-weary traveler whose shoulders slump beneath his nondescript cloak. It could have been anyone at all.
((ooc: Feel free to notice that something of yours is missing. While he'll normally target something of value, it could be anything that's interesting. Feel free to catch him in the act as well if you like -- but he's almost unnaturally quick-fingered, so you'll have to be fast.))
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"Excuse me," she said, trying to get the attention of the kedan around her, but they seem more intent to keep going about their business any paying her no mind. "Have you-- oh, pardon me. Have you seen a thimble? It's... please watch where you're going, sir. It's silver and I've lost it."
Sukaku | Original | 2 or 5?
The boy fights back a gag, covering his nose with a trailing sleeve. The smell of the sweat of crowded bodies, of dust, of fruit and meat and animal excrement all twisting and coagulating together is strong, sour, and altogether consuming. It's very too nearly much for a highly sensitive nose to bear -- and worse, he can't find his way out of it. He's been wandering in the marketplace for half an hour, possibly more, and each new twist and turn of the street seems to lead him further in than out -- or towards alleyways even he knows wouldn't be the best of choices.
The kedan pay him no particular attention. He's just a boy, too small to take much notice of, and even though his clothes are strange, dark, almost old-fashioned, he doesn't call much more thought than anyone else -- just another thing in the way of business. They push past and jostle him, keeping to their shopping, barely even glancing at him -- not even when he glares up from the level of their elbows in full resentment, eyes yellow-gold.
He's never been this lost. Never been quite this alone.
And he may have just stepped in dung.
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"My name's Elizabeth. What's yours?"
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Eyes flick up to her at the sound of her voice, take her in. His features are curiously smooth, almost baby soft, as though they aren't used to expression. The only sign that he's tense, wary of his surroundings, is in his shoulders, as though he'd very much like to spread wings and take off from the ground. It's in his breath, too, pulled sharply through his thin frame. Still he holds himself upright, level as a prince caught unawares.
"What is this place?" There's a flicker of tension around the corners of his mouth. "It does not even smell close to home."
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"Well... I was told it's a city called Keeliai. It's not one I've ever read about, and no one can seem to tell me what country it's part of. Should we find someone who can tell us more? After," she amends, "the washing."
sans the skeleton | Undertale | 5 [Network post - Video]
[Yes, that is a skeleton on the feed. Yes, he just made a bad skele-pun. Yes, you can practically hear the font as he speaks.]
okay, enough joking around. time to get down to the bare bones.
i know i kinda need a job. money, food, shelter. all that good stuff. but. well. let's just say that if you ask my old boss, i could be a bit bone-idle.
[They just keep coming...]
so if anyone out there has a position for a real lazy-bones like me, let me know? i promise i'll do my best.
i dunno... you guys need a bed tester, or something?
video;
Basically, he's also a skeleton.]
What?
[... Eloquent. The vast amount of bone puns must be blocking his ability to think. Let's try this again.]
Who are you?
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[He shrugs, and his smile gets a bit wider.]
i'm sans. sans the skeleton, if that wasn't obvious. i heard there was another skeleton here. where've you been? skull-king around?
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[It's not that Skulduggery doesn't have a sense of humour. Quite the contrary, a lot of people would appreciate it if he had less of one. But he's never met another living skeleton before, and he's never particularly appreciated puns. Especially when he isn't the one making the pun.]
You wouldn't happen to exist because of that joke my friend made over the network the other day, would you?
[Hey, stranger things have happened. And it would explain the puns.]
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[Again, serious time.]
in all seriousness, i don't know how i got here. someone told me i got transported here because of some messed-up magic, so i guess that explains stuff.
although, i really should try to find a way back. not too sure what my brother will do without me.
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The Dreaming. That's what your messed-up magic is. It's an alternate plane of existence where people in this world are meant to spend their sleeping hours, but in Keeliai it's clashing with the Life plane. Apparently, it has a hobby of collecting people who don't belong here. [He pauses.] Which has very frightening implications for its attitude toward skeletons.
[Is that what he looks like when he talks, jaw moving and all? Valkyrie's right. It is creepy.]
Your brother will be frozen in time without you. If and when you get back, it'll be as if you never left. Is your brother also a skeleton?
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yeah. papyrus is also a skeleton. good to know that he's on ice. although, living in snowdin, you kinda always chill.
[He might be changing to ice puns.]
anyway, this is snow way to greet a new friend.
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I'm sorry. I'm -
[... he is never going to live his name down, is he?]
- Skulduggery Pleasant. Pleased to meet you. I'm guessing not everyone is a skeleton where you come from? You wouldn't have a word for the concept otherwise.
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[How appreciative are you now, Skul?]
no, not all monsters in the underworld are skeletons. you hit the nail right on the skull.
although, i do have a pretty important question for you.
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Does the question include some form of pun?
[Tone: resigned.]
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Well, okay. Skulduggery isn't going to complain.]
Do you?
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Which is impressive, given that Skulduggery's only just met Sans.]
Who's there?
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Sid | Family Skeleton | 2!
He doesn't sleep, so waking up in a strange new world was frightening all on its own. But he's been walking for a day, and all he's seen is forest and farms and strange-looking people who aren't quite human and who don't appreciate being asked questions. (To be fair, he hid from most of them.) Sid spent the last few decades hiding in an attic watching movies and reading books, so even though he technically doesn't have muscles to complain at him, something's complaining at him. His leg bones, maybe? He doesn't know what to do or how to start doing it, but whatever it is, he doesn't want it to involve running.
Which is probably why Sid can now be found running towards the city, screaming, a rampaging kirin behind him. He's completely naked - of skin as well as clothes - and, as a living skeleton, makes for quite an alarming sight.
He's going to need some help.
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The voice comes from a nearby thicket of trees, a shadowy figure visible, shaded by the shrubbery.
"and try to keep it quiet."
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Sid obeys the first order, but not the second, mostly because he doesn't hear it. He's still screaming when he throws himself into the thicket of trees. The screaming only really stops when his ribcage loosens and falls to the grass by a tree trunk, leaving only his bent legs in one piece.
The kirin passes Sid's impromptu hiding spot, pauses, snuffles around, then brays and walks away.
On the ground by his ribs, Sid's skull rocks from side to side. "Who said that?" he demands. "Who's there?"
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"I'm okay," he mutters. "I fall apart all the time. I'm going tibia okay." He looks around. "Who are you?" He pauses to think about it, then rephrases the question. "What are you?"
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"what? that's no way to greet a new pal?" And then the voice changes. "Now turn around and shake my hand."
And a hand gets extended.
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He leans closer, just to make sure it isn't a trick of the light - which is ridiculous, because skeletons don't have eyeballs - and then looks up at the stranger's face.
"You're a skeleton," he says dumbly.
Daine | The Immortals | prompt #2
"Easy friend," she yelled, holding out her arms. The Kirin slammed on the breaks, stopping short of running her over. It stood there, trembling.
"Things will be alright," she said, her voice softer now, slowly moving one hand toward the animal's nose. It's nostrils flared, the panic fading from it's eyes as it sniffed her hand. "What a good boy you are." Daine crooned, taking hold of his bridle.