05-18-2016, 03:55 PM
The skeleton took the brief moment he had to unbutton his shirt, looking out from behind the obliterated couch and into the fuzzy abyss. He removed his shirt, revealing a white turtleneck as well as a blue winter jacket. A cool breeze flew through his bones, cooling him off just a tiny bit. He probably shouldn’t have worn winter clothing underneath his disguise when the two thieving miscreants were living in a land of heat and lava, but that thought hadn’t crossed his mind up until that moment. Besides, his focus had to be on the battle, and as far as the battle was concerned, he was worried.
He wasn’t worried about dying. He knew they were going to die, despite what he had told his partner. He wasn’t even worried about fighting the same person whom had indirectly sent him here in the first place.
What worried him so was the house itself. It was too small for a fight..
He looked through the gaping, scorched hole his blaster had created, seeing the stuffing had dissipated. His partner, Yukki, was taking on both of the girls. His gunshots reverberated around the house as he shot towards the green-shirted girl, who suddenly began to spasm. Just as the bullets hit, she faded from existence, reappearing in front of the sofa.
Sans stood still, his glowing eyes as small as pinpricks. He blinked, trying to determine if he had imagined the whole maneuver. Had the kid learned to TELEPORT?! If so, he NEEDED to get everyone out of the house. He could move fast, but in no way was he going to beat teleportation in a foot race.
Without a moment to spare, he thrust his hand towards the destroyed TV. He then called out to Yukki, who thankfully got the idea just as the skeletal monster launched the blue TV towards the two girls. The pink-shirted girl managed to get out of the way, diving towards the skeleton’s partner, while the green-shirted megalomaniac wasn’t as lucky. As she tried to dodge, the TV smacked her across her back, sending a wave of pain through her as it flew to the kitchen, smacking into the wall before collapsing to the ground.
The psychopath glanced towards the smiling undead, hate in her eyes as she stood up. Her grip on her knife was tight, her knuckles white from the pressure she applied to it. She yearned to use it on this old nemesis of hers. Forget the Star Pieces. She would be a happy camper once she felt the sweet sound of broken bones and a crying skeleton at her mercy.
On that note, she charged forward, ignoring the dull throb in her back as she followed her nemesis to the coffee table that he stood on. The skeleton launched bone after bone at her, several missing their target while others connected. The ones that connected, though, did little more than provide a bigger challenge for her to reach him. She liked that about him; how much of a challenge he was, even though it was still annoying.
She felt one bone pierce her lower torso as she leapt up onto the coffee table, slashing her chef’s knife towards the skeleton. He smartly leaned back, the knife sailing past him as he stepped back towards the end of the table. Chara pulled out the bone spear in her stomach, grunting in pain as she ran forward again. She unleashed a flurry of stabs and slashes, nearly nicking the comedian a few times. Despite her speed, though, she could not land a solid hit.
What she did instead, however, was continue. She pressed the assault, slowly moving him off of the table and towards the wall. She smiled the most unnerving smile the undead monster had ever seen, her eyes as red as blood.
The comedic undead monster kept his hands in his pockets, sidestepping and leaning back every time the knife was swung in his direction. He wasn’t stupid, though. If this was any other universe, then he wouldn’t have had to worry so much about moving around since they relied on a turn-based combat scenario.
But it wasn’t like that here. Here, there were no “turns.” It was win or lose, and no one wanted to lose.
He felt sweat form on his bony forehead as he planted his back on the wall. The megalomaniac noticed his eyes darting around, as if looking for a way out.
Whatever. It was time she finished this.
Just as she raised her knife, however, she noticed her form had turned completely blue. With a look of shock on her face, she saw his hand pointed towards the door where the others fought, as well as a glowing yellow eye in his socket.
He wasn’t worried about dying. He knew they were going to die, despite what he had told his partner. He wasn’t even worried about fighting the same person whom had indirectly sent him here in the first place.
What worried him so was the house itself. It was too small for a fight..
He looked through the gaping, scorched hole his blaster had created, seeing the stuffing had dissipated. His partner, Yukki, was taking on both of the girls. His gunshots reverberated around the house as he shot towards the green-shirted girl, who suddenly began to spasm. Just as the bullets hit, she faded from existence, reappearing in front of the sofa.
Sans stood still, his glowing eyes as small as pinpricks. He blinked, trying to determine if he had imagined the whole maneuver. Had the kid learned to TELEPORT?! If so, he NEEDED to get everyone out of the house. He could move fast, but in no way was he going to beat teleportation in a foot race.
Without a moment to spare, he thrust his hand towards the destroyed TV. He then called out to Yukki, who thankfully got the idea just as the skeletal monster launched the blue TV towards the two girls. The pink-shirted girl managed to get out of the way, diving towards the skeleton’s partner, while the green-shirted megalomaniac wasn’t as lucky. As she tried to dodge, the TV smacked her across her back, sending a wave of pain through her as it flew to the kitchen, smacking into the wall before collapsing to the ground.
The psychopath glanced towards the smiling undead, hate in her eyes as she stood up. Her grip on her knife was tight, her knuckles white from the pressure she applied to it. She yearned to use it on this old nemesis of hers. Forget the Star Pieces. She would be a happy camper once she felt the sweet sound of broken bones and a crying skeleton at her mercy.
On that note, she charged forward, ignoring the dull throb in her back as she followed her nemesis to the coffee table that he stood on. The skeleton launched bone after bone at her, several missing their target while others connected. The ones that connected, though, did little more than provide a bigger challenge for her to reach him. She liked that about him; how much of a challenge he was, even though it was still annoying.
She felt one bone pierce her lower torso as she leapt up onto the coffee table, slashing her chef’s knife towards the skeleton. He smartly leaned back, the knife sailing past him as he stepped back towards the end of the table. Chara pulled out the bone spear in her stomach, grunting in pain as she ran forward again. She unleashed a flurry of stabs and slashes, nearly nicking the comedian a few times. Despite her speed, though, she could not land a solid hit.
What she did instead, however, was continue. She pressed the assault, slowly moving him off of the table and towards the wall. She smiled the most unnerving smile the undead monster had ever seen, her eyes as red as blood.
The comedic undead monster kept his hands in his pockets, sidestepping and leaning back every time the knife was swung in his direction. He wasn’t stupid, though. If this was any other universe, then he wouldn’t have had to worry so much about moving around since they relied on a turn-based combat scenario.
But it wasn’t like that here. Here, there were no “turns.” It was win or lose, and no one wanted to lose.
He felt sweat form on his bony forehead as he planted his back on the wall. The megalomaniac noticed his eyes darting around, as if looking for a way out.
Whatever. It was time she finished this.
Just as she raised her knife, however, she noticed her form had turned completely blue. With a look of shock on her face, she saw his hand pointed towards the door where the others fought, as well as a glowing yellow eye in his socket.
Quote: Word Count: 798
Powers Used: Foresight (Sans), Basic Teleportation (Chara), Basic Telekinesis (Sans)
Moves Used: Them Bones - Spears (Sans), Blue Mode (Sans used on Chara)
SP Used: 1/2
Summary:
Sans: Several scratch marks from near hits by Chara on his clothes. Is planning to throw Chara out of the house to fight her outside using the Blue Mode Super Attack Move.
Chara: Pierced several times by bone spears, including one in the stomach, and smacked in the back by a broken television. Bruised and somewhat in pain.
Madotsuki: Fighting Yukki
Yukki: Fighting Madotsuki
Sans post Round 1 Complete! Next post goes to Chara!
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i may be all alone
but i'm here to tell ya honey
that i'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad to the bone
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