03-04-2016, 03:29 PM
"ohohoho! a pun that didn't suck as much as i thought it would."
"I knew that joke would tickle your funny bone!"
"i suppose that means you're pleased to eat me?"
"Nah, you're just skin and bones. No blood on you."
The vampire and the skeleton continued exchanging jokes of similar caliber to each other, not even caring about the increasingly impatient mage being driven crazy in front of them. Rather, Sans was having far more fun having the little contest with Alice, whom he was naturally surprised to figure out she shared a fondness for his favorite jokes. She reminded him of Toriel almost, though he wasn't sure if she was a parent. He WAS certain, however, that she wasn't a goat.
The resemblance would've been uncanny if she was a goat.
He immediately refocused his attention to the present situation at hand: the contest. He continued, rapidly firing off as many puns as he could think of, reaching far back into his memory and looking around his environment to do so. It was at this point he noticed the color of the area had changed.
Everywhere from the grass beneath him to his normally blue jacket to Alice's golden hair was cast in a freakishly crimson glow. He slowly turned his head back towards the cloaked wizard man, chuckling hesitantly. The vampire seemed to have stopped laughing altogether though he thought he saw a small smile on her face. Maybe he did do his job correctly.
The first thing he noticed was that the source of the glow was coming from the man's eyes, as they were as bright as stage lights. He was shaking, his fists clenched as the luminescence grew brighter and brighter. He looked ready to pop if any more jokes were made on his watch.
"you know, i once red that a lack of comedy in one's lifetime can... can..ca-"
He snorted, closing his eyes as he allowed a huge howl to escape. It was a deep, hearty chortle quickly followed by a string of giggles from the vampire lady. For some inexplicable reason, the skeleton found it nearly impossible to stop himself from laughing; each time he tried resulted in an even harder fit of laughter. It seemed nothing could stop him.
Nothing besides a very, very, very salty undead mage.
All sound disappeared entirely as the area around him glowed from the fire in Raal's hand. He swiftly brought his attention to the cloaked man, feeling even more uneasy about the situation. It only took a single glance towards the girl to his left for him to realize just how royally he might've screwed up. What was particularly bad was that he should've seen it coming too. All the signs were there, yet he ignored them for the sake of a joke. His legs tensed up, readying himself for the hellfire to be unleashed upon him.
Thankfully, Raal apparently had something else in mind. He talked of a sunlight problem, which confused Sans initially before he realized what exactly he was talking about.
oh yeah. vampire.
He looked towards his left, seeing the 'Alice' dart her eyes back and forth between him and the mage, a look of shock painted on her face. She looked like she expected this to end in a fight, and one the comedian may or may not win. He wasn't averse to combat exactly, but he'd much rather not go through the trouble of fighting people unless he had to. It wasn't something he liked doing.
He looked back towards the mage, seeing his eyelids narrow as if studying him. Sans stared back, trying to assess the situation. From what he now knew, the mage was in control of some weird form of fire magic, was a skeleton of some form, had a large ogre named Urgash that wasn't too bright, some green-skinned individual he hadn't introduced, and was healing Alice before he had arrived. However, he was suspicious of just what exactly the guy wanted and what he intended to do. If his general attitude and ill temper wasn't enough, he talked in a manner that reminded him of Papyrus, only nowhere near as enjoyable to be entertained by (and he was fairly certain Papyrus never learned fire magic.) Not to mention his "plans," and threatening to have the ogre eat him if he got in the way.
Whatever it was he was doing, it was safe to assume it was bad.
Normally, he just wouldn't have anything to do with it and let the situation sort itself out. After all, time could reset at any moment, so if he got lucky, whatever this guy wanted to do would fail solely on the fact that his progress would get reset. Sadly, three things prevented the situation from being what he would consider to be normal.
For starters, whatever was going on, he was already much more involved in it than usual. It was impossible to just walk away without risking his own life, which was part of the second reason. The second reason was that, for all he knew, he would be sent to some other place upon death or even be sent into a land of total darkness like how he had first arrived. Dead forever, never to get the chance to see his friends again.
Thirdly, he had to find Papyrus, assuming he was also in the world verse place. If he ran at that moment, and if he was correct in assuming that the man would try to kill him, and if he succeeded, then...
He forced the thought out of his mind.
Thankfully for him, he was able to refocus on the present situation, which involved some kind of ritual. The man was holding his hand out, a sphere of several different colors curling around the tips of his fingers. He was chanting something in a low whisper, with the skeleton only catching a few key words.
If the comedian had eyebrows, he would've cocked them.
Pretty much everything he was saying was completely foreign to him, and knowing what he already knew, was probably nothing good anyway. His mind wandered towards what had happened before he had gotten there, sending shivers down his spine.
He slid his left hand into his pockets, fishing for something. He eventually managed to pull out a small scrap of paper, apparently the remnants of a mattress tag, and a half-broken pencil with a dull, lead point.
He hurriedly scribbled down some words, though not the ones Raal had used exactly. He figured the man would have a huge problem with him writing whatever he was saying down, so he decided the smartest thing to do was write them down in code. Specifically, ingredients for a hamburger and general food stuffs. If he asked, he could just say it was a shopping list.
Fulhound's code word was Hot Dog, for obvious reasons. He didn't know what a swamp hyena was, but he figured swamps were green, so he put down Pickles for it. He misheard "runes" as "ruins" in his thoughts, and promptly put down Ribs in its place. As for the voidwalker, he just put down Ketchup. He honestly didn't know why he put down ketchup.
He quietly stuffed the note in his coat pocket just as the man finished what he was doing. He was going to have to hope the man did not take notice of that, or if he did, didn't really care. His pupils drifted towards the cloak he had made, listening to the explanation of his functions. Before he knew it, he was cracking another one, albeit more cautiously. The man reacted the way he expected, so he decided it was time to stop and at least, act somewhat serious about the affair.
"alright, alright, i'll stop." He quickly said, chuckling some more before clearing his throat, "so, uh, i suppose the cloak would do just fine. i mean, umbrellas also work, but they aren't, ya know, all that convenient either, so i can see why you made it. real nice of you, dude. which actually leads me to an important question for the lady."
He quickly whirled around, turning to face the vampire. She took her eyes off of the man, evidently curious as to his question.
"so, uh, this'll sound weird, i know, but what kind of vampire are you? i mean, there's dracula, and then there's the... twilight one, whatever it's called. cullen? maybe a cullen? or are you like, ya know, the classic nosferatu?" He asked, trying his best to sound like he wasn't asking these things for shits and giggles and more like he actually thought they were important questions.
"I knew that joke would tickle your funny bone!"
"i suppose that means you're pleased to eat me?"
"Nah, you're just skin and bones. No blood on you."
The vampire and the skeleton continued exchanging jokes of similar caliber to each other, not even caring about the increasingly impatient mage being driven crazy in front of them. Rather, Sans was having far more fun having the little contest with Alice, whom he was naturally surprised to figure out she shared a fondness for his favorite jokes. She reminded him of Toriel almost, though he wasn't sure if she was a parent. He WAS certain, however, that she wasn't a goat.
The resemblance would've been uncanny if she was a goat.
He immediately refocused his attention to the present situation at hand: the contest. He continued, rapidly firing off as many puns as he could think of, reaching far back into his memory and looking around his environment to do so. It was at this point he noticed the color of the area had changed.
Everywhere from the grass beneath him to his normally blue jacket to Alice's golden hair was cast in a freakishly crimson glow. He slowly turned his head back towards the cloaked wizard man, chuckling hesitantly. The vampire seemed to have stopped laughing altogether though he thought he saw a small smile on her face. Maybe he did do his job correctly.
The first thing he noticed was that the source of the glow was coming from the man's eyes, as they were as bright as stage lights. He was shaking, his fists clenched as the luminescence grew brighter and brighter. He looked ready to pop if any more jokes were made on his watch.
"you know, i once red that a lack of comedy in one's lifetime can... can..ca-"
He snorted, closing his eyes as he allowed a huge howl to escape. It was a deep, hearty chortle quickly followed by a string of giggles from the vampire lady. For some inexplicable reason, the skeleton found it nearly impossible to stop himself from laughing; each time he tried resulted in an even harder fit of laughter. It seemed nothing could stop him.
Nothing besides a very, very, very salty undead mage.
All sound disappeared entirely as the area around him glowed from the fire in Raal's hand. He swiftly brought his attention to the cloaked man, feeling even more uneasy about the situation. It only took a single glance towards the girl to his left for him to realize just how royally he might've screwed up. What was particularly bad was that he should've seen it coming too. All the signs were there, yet he ignored them for the sake of a joke. His legs tensed up, readying himself for the hellfire to be unleashed upon him.
Thankfully, Raal apparently had something else in mind. He talked of a sunlight problem, which confused Sans initially before he realized what exactly he was talking about.
oh yeah. vampire.
He looked towards his left, seeing the 'Alice' dart her eyes back and forth between him and the mage, a look of shock painted on her face. She looked like she expected this to end in a fight, and one the comedian may or may not win. He wasn't averse to combat exactly, but he'd much rather not go through the trouble of fighting people unless he had to. It wasn't something he liked doing.
He looked back towards the mage, seeing his eyelids narrow as if studying him. Sans stared back, trying to assess the situation. From what he now knew, the mage was in control of some weird form of fire magic, was a skeleton of some form, had a large ogre named Urgash that wasn't too bright, some green-skinned individual he hadn't introduced, and was healing Alice before he had arrived. However, he was suspicious of just what exactly the guy wanted and what he intended to do. If his general attitude and ill temper wasn't enough, he talked in a manner that reminded him of Papyrus, only nowhere near as enjoyable to be entertained by (and he was fairly certain Papyrus never learned fire magic.) Not to mention his "plans," and threatening to have the ogre eat him if he got in the way.
Whatever it was he was doing, it was safe to assume it was bad.
Normally, he just wouldn't have anything to do with it and let the situation sort itself out. After all, time could reset at any moment, so if he got lucky, whatever this guy wanted to do would fail solely on the fact that his progress would get reset. Sadly, three things prevented the situation from being what he would consider to be normal.
For starters, whatever was going on, he was already much more involved in it than usual. It was impossible to just walk away without risking his own life, which was part of the second reason. The second reason was that, for all he knew, he would be sent to some other place upon death or even be sent into a land of total darkness like how he had first arrived. Dead forever, never to get the chance to see his friends again.
Thirdly, he had to find Papyrus, assuming he was also in the world verse place. If he ran at that moment, and if he was correct in assuming that the man would try to kill him, and if he succeeded, then...
He forced the thought out of his mind.
Thankfully for him, he was able to refocus on the present situation, which involved some kind of ritual. The man was holding his hand out, a sphere of several different colors curling around the tips of his fingers. He was chanting something in a low whisper, with the skeleton only catching a few key words.
Quote:..Felhound, soul shard of a swamp hyena, The runes of Al-zereb the wise, the essence of a voidwalker…
If the comedian had eyebrows, he would've cocked them.
Pretty much everything he was saying was completely foreign to him, and knowing what he already knew, was probably nothing good anyway. His mind wandered towards what had happened before he had gotten there, sending shivers down his spine.
He slid his left hand into his pockets, fishing for something. He eventually managed to pull out a small scrap of paper, apparently the remnants of a mattress tag, and a half-broken pencil with a dull, lead point.
He hurriedly scribbled down some words, though not the ones Raal had used exactly. He figured the man would have a huge problem with him writing whatever he was saying down, so he decided the smartest thing to do was write them down in code. Specifically, ingredients for a hamburger and general food stuffs. If he asked, he could just say it was a shopping list.
Fulhound's code word was Hot Dog, for obvious reasons. He didn't know what a swamp hyena was, but he figured swamps were green, so he put down Pickles for it. He misheard "runes" as "ruins" in his thoughts, and promptly put down Ribs in its place. As for the voidwalker, he just put down Ketchup. He honestly didn't know why he put down ketchup.
He quietly stuffed the note in his coat pocket just as the man finished what he was doing. He was going to have to hope the man did not take notice of that, or if he did, didn't really care. His pupils drifted towards the cloak he had made, listening to the explanation of his functions. Before he knew it, he was cracking another one, albeit more cautiously. The man reacted the way he expected, so he decided it was time to stop and at least, act somewhat serious about the affair.
"alright, alright, i'll stop." He quickly said, chuckling some more before clearing his throat, "so, uh, i suppose the cloak would do just fine. i mean, umbrellas also work, but they aren't, ya know, all that convenient either, so i can see why you made it. real nice of you, dude. which actually leads me to an important question for the lady."
He quickly whirled around, turning to face the vampire. She took her eyes off of the man, evidently curious as to his question.
"so, uh, this'll sound weird, i know, but what kind of vampire are you? i mean, there's dracula, and then there's the... twilight one, whatever it's called. cullen? maybe a cullen? or are you like, ya know, the classic nosferatu?" He asked, trying his best to sound like he wasn't asking these things for shits and giggles and more like he actually thought they were important questions.