04-20-2016, 10:14 PM
I'm waking up...
to ash and dust...
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust...
This is it... the apocalypse...wo-oah.
The skeleton loved that song. Its techno beats and energetic singing could turn anyone's day into one where all you wanted to do was just tilt your head to the sky and say “bring it on!”
Too bad the message itself was just wishful thinking. Everything else about it was pretty accurate, though.
The skeleton stood within the darkness of the alabaster pillars, leaning against one as he placed his hands within the pockets of his black shorts. He was facing the entrance to the pristine hall, the warm glow of the early afternoon shining through the windows on his right. He wrapped his bony fingers around the crimson fabric he had placed inside his pockets hours earlier, his hands shaking and his smile quivering. Even after all those years.... those years of waiting... of hoping. Hoping to whatever God was left that they would stop. That they would leave him and his friends alone.
But They never listened. They never listen. If They did, everyone would still be alive, there wouldn’t be any evacuation and Papyrus wouldn't be...
no.. he thought, closing his eyes, no, don't think about it. it was out of your control. focus.
It took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from crying. He had been following the human ever since she existed the ruins. She never left his sight for a single moment... and he wished they had. Countless monsters slaughtered by her hand, dust filling the air and coating her blade. Everyone else that had tried to stop her had failed, among those being Undyne, whom had tapped into her reserve of determination just to take her down. All that power would have made any scientist or military enthusiast blush and the human took her down like she was nothing. Mettaton didn't even bother trying to kill her, instead deciding to stand there and buy time for everyone else.
If by “everyone else” he meant Sans and Asgore... well, he succeeded. He bought them a total of one minute to list off their regrets and say their prayers before they met their doom.
He probably should've been running away like that little flower had. The flower had been crying its eyes out, begging him to save it from the human following it. At first, the plant held a twinge of familiarity to it that the skeleton couldn't exactly pinpoint, only worsened by the fact that, despite him never seeing the plant before, it knew him by first name basis. Before he even had a chance to respond, the flower had dashed off into the king's room, presumably to warn the king.
The blue-hooded undead looked back towards the hallway to the throne room, the glow from the windows illuminating it in a holy, enticing light.
He turned away as footsteps echoed around the hall. here she comes...
She was looking a little worse for wear than she was when she first exited the ruins, though Sans doubted it meant anything. The human was tall, definitely about five feet to the skeletal monster's four. She wore some kind of snow-white dress with a large skirt that didn't even reach down to her knees, leaving her legs bare for all to see. Her hair was similarly white albeit tattered and unkempt in various places. Her clothes had several scratch marks on them but aside from that, they held little else to be suspicious about. Her face and the rapier in her hands, however, was what tipped the skeleton off that it was her. She was silent, and her looks were so monotone and expressionless she might as well have been wearing a mask, and the sword in her hand was dripping silver dust.
The human wandered forward, her hand tightly gripped around the hilt of her blade. She was looking away from the pillars, her eyes affixed to the hallway past Sans like a soldier with the thousand-yard stare. She kept moving, passing by the columns around her at a quick pace, swiftly reaching the column the skeleton stood near. As soon as she did, he spoke.
“heya.”
The swordswoman stopped, her head tilting towards the sound of his goofy voice. She saw his glowing eyes staring at her from the shadow of the marble pillar. She said nothing as he walked out from the darkness and into the sunlight.
“you've been busy, huh?” He said, his smile unwavering. He continued speaking, barely caring about the fact that the woman drew closer with each sentence he finished.
“so, i've got a question for ya.”
step
“do you think even the worst people can change...?”
step
“that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”
step
“hehehehe... alright.. well, here's a better question.”
step
“do you wanna have a bad time?”
The lady was not but ten more steps away from him when she halted, clearly surprised by the question he had asked. His glowing pupils had disappeared, replaced by a black void within his eye sockets.
“cause, lady.. if you take one more step forward... you are REALLY not gonna like what happens next.”
…
…
...
step
“welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make promises.”
The skeleton sighed, his hands rising from his pockets and up to his hood. He pulled it over his head, covering his eyes from sight. He saw a whoosh of motion as a small blue jay flew through one of the windows, landing on his shoulder. He could feel gamma energy pulsing through his bones, blue smoke steadily rising from his fingertips as he moved them behind his back.
“it's a beautiful day outside...”
to ash and dust...
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust...
This is it... the apocalypse...wo-oah.
The skeleton loved that song. Its techno beats and energetic singing could turn anyone's day into one where all you wanted to do was just tilt your head to the sky and say “bring it on!”
Too bad the message itself was just wishful thinking. Everything else about it was pretty accurate, though.
The skeleton stood within the darkness of the alabaster pillars, leaning against one as he placed his hands within the pockets of his black shorts. He was facing the entrance to the pristine hall, the warm glow of the early afternoon shining through the windows on his right. He wrapped his bony fingers around the crimson fabric he had placed inside his pockets hours earlier, his hands shaking and his smile quivering. Even after all those years.... those years of waiting... of hoping. Hoping to whatever God was left that they would stop. That they would leave him and his friends alone.
But They never listened. They never listen. If They did, everyone would still be alive, there wouldn’t be any evacuation and Papyrus wouldn't be...
no.. he thought, closing his eyes, no, don't think about it. it was out of your control. focus.
It took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from crying. He had been following the human ever since she existed the ruins. She never left his sight for a single moment... and he wished they had. Countless monsters slaughtered by her hand, dust filling the air and coating her blade. Everyone else that had tried to stop her had failed, among those being Undyne, whom had tapped into her reserve of determination just to take her down. All that power would have made any scientist or military enthusiast blush and the human took her down like she was nothing. Mettaton didn't even bother trying to kill her, instead deciding to stand there and buy time for everyone else.
If by “everyone else” he meant Sans and Asgore... well, he succeeded. He bought them a total of one minute to list off their regrets and say their prayers before they met their doom.
He probably should've been running away like that little flower had. The flower had been crying its eyes out, begging him to save it from the human following it. At first, the plant held a twinge of familiarity to it that the skeleton couldn't exactly pinpoint, only worsened by the fact that, despite him never seeing the plant before, it knew him by first name basis. Before he even had a chance to respond, the flower had dashed off into the king's room, presumably to warn the king.
The blue-hooded undead looked back towards the hallway to the throne room, the glow from the windows illuminating it in a holy, enticing light.
He turned away as footsteps echoed around the hall. here she comes...
She was looking a little worse for wear than she was when she first exited the ruins, though Sans doubted it meant anything. The human was tall, definitely about five feet to the skeletal monster's four. She wore some kind of snow-white dress with a large skirt that didn't even reach down to her knees, leaving her legs bare for all to see. Her hair was similarly white albeit tattered and unkempt in various places. Her clothes had several scratch marks on them but aside from that, they held little else to be suspicious about. Her face and the rapier in her hands, however, was what tipped the skeleton off that it was her. She was silent, and her looks were so monotone and expressionless she might as well have been wearing a mask, and the sword in her hand was dripping silver dust.
The human wandered forward, her hand tightly gripped around the hilt of her blade. She was looking away from the pillars, her eyes affixed to the hallway past Sans like a soldier with the thousand-yard stare. She kept moving, passing by the columns around her at a quick pace, swiftly reaching the column the skeleton stood near. As soon as she did, he spoke.
“heya.”
The swordswoman stopped, her head tilting towards the sound of his goofy voice. She saw his glowing eyes staring at her from the shadow of the marble pillar. She said nothing as he walked out from the darkness and into the sunlight.
“you've been busy, huh?” He said, his smile unwavering. He continued speaking, barely caring about the fact that the woman drew closer with each sentence he finished.
“so, i've got a question for ya.”
step
“do you think even the worst people can change...?”
step
“that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”
step
“hehehehe... alright.. well, here's a better question.”
step
“do you wanna have a bad time?”
The lady was not but ten more steps away from him when she halted, clearly surprised by the question he had asked. His glowing pupils had disappeared, replaced by a black void within his eye sockets.
“cause, lady.. if you take one more step forward... you are REALLY not gonna like what happens next.”
…
…
...
step
“welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make promises.”
The skeleton sighed, his hands rising from his pockets and up to his hood. He pulled it over his head, covering his eyes from sight. He saw a whoosh of motion as a small blue jay flew through one of the windows, landing on his shoulder. He could feel gamma energy pulsing through his bones, blue smoke steadily rising from his fingertips as he moved them behind his back.
“it's a beautiful day outside...”
Quote: Wrote:Word Count: 962
Powers used: N/A
Moves used: Do You Wanna Have a Bad Time? (Sans) = Effective next post. SP - 1/2
Intro post complete! Round 1 goes to Miss Weiss!