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animamods ([personal profile] animamods) wrote in [community profile] animaechoed2017-03-15 06:53 pm
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Event: Journey To The Mainland

Preparations have been made, and finally there is a route scouted to the Mainland. Those with Anima who can carry them may pick their own route, either through air or across the Salt Step Range. For the others a set of ships have been prepared with contributions from the Discovery guild to speed them across the sea. And several places wait on the other side.

Ripple
The drowned city of Ripple sits near a delta, hugging the coast. The city itself sits on different levels relative to the water; some buildings clear of the waters, some half in and half out, and others completely submerged.

With so many variations to the city itself, it isn’t surprising several scenarios might spring up.

Prompt 1, Harbor:
There’s more than a few creatures who call ripple home. Beneath the surface of the water are strange, darting shapes.

Strange manta-like creatures that avoid contact, curious hippocampus sea horses… and hostile sahuagins. These creatures don’t hesitate to attack intruders, whether with claws, shark-sharpened fangs, or bone sharpened weapons. They also bring their own pets in the form of sharks, which seem hungry enough for a meal, and speak in a bubbling language that can’t be easily deciphered.

Whether it’s through battle, escape, or other means, these creatures need to be thrown off one way or another!

Prompt 2, The Sinking Capital:
Whether it’s slippery footing, or a crumbling section of city, or a trap left by the residents, things are about to get much more damp. Water floods into wherever the Scions find themselves, either through rents in the walls, or a sudden rising tide.

Hopefully the Scions involved know how to swim.

Prompt 3, Drowned Shrines:
In the depths of the city, hidden behind walls of crumbling stone and overgrown water plants, is a collection of shrines. They are formed from carved stone, almost melded to the buildings themselves with the passage of time and wear from the waters. The features are reminiscent of a sea serpent, one flanked with decorations of otters and dolphins. And laid at the foot of those shrines, in the offering bowls or strung as ropes are small and large pearls.

Those pearls are engraved with a strange script and inlaid with gold; it looks almost like some form of prayer, in an old and drowned language. There may be a few other small treasures littered around, either in water filled rooms or in tiny air pockets.

The treasures themselves are easy enough to carry out. Reaching them however, is another matter.

Lily
Lily, a half cove, half delta that acts as another entrance into the Mainland. The surfaces are filled to the brim with plants, while stranger things swim further below, either in large lakes or twisting river passages.

Prompt 1, The Water’s Harvest:
The various lily-pads and water flowers floating on the surface are said to carry medicinal properties, if properly gathered and made into different alchemy mixes. Several of the Guild Paths are ready to offer generous rewards for those who can gather the plants, store them, and bring them back. Though a few of them are further in the center of the lake, with shifting currents.

There’s also been stories told that the rarest blossoms, if ingested, allow one to breath underwater for up to an hour. That, or they cause some very strong hallucinations; the sources and records in Haven can’t always agree on which.

Prompt 2, Sea Serpents:
It seems the boats and the explorers on them have attracted some attention from the residents of the deep.

Whether curious or territorial, the serpents seem intent on closing in with the boats and swimmers. Their noses nudge the boats or crash into them with violent intent. Sharp fangs and constricting coils can quickly make havoc on the boats, and the more territorial sea serpents are ready to drag what they find underwater. The curious ones also pose a risk of capsizing the boat, or forgetting that not everyone can breathe underwater like they can.

Prompt 3, Delving the Wrecks:
In the bottom of the waters are a collection of wrecked ships. Some are massive galleons, some are small clippers, but all of them are gathered around the same, central place. The waters have eroded some, while others seem to be made of more sturdy or enchanted materials, looking as though they could float if only brought back up to the water’s surface.

Through a few of the cracked and water logged rents, some of the vessels shows glints of treasure… and shifting coils in the form of young serpents. Others may hold old, carved records, or hints of the past; but the only way to find out for certain is to dive down to take a closer look.

Green Home

Green Home is a new and old city all at once, new buildings growing from ruins like flowers from old growth. The streets are worn paths leading up a pair of gigantic trees, and the town sprouting up along the way. The residents move up and down these paths, and a handful of lifts strung in the branches. Humans are in abundance, as are Pterrans, and a collection of two footed felines and canines, with even a few Aarakocrana that roost in the upper branches. There does seem to be a bit of a divide, with some sections of the town more devoted to one race over the other. But all are open to travelers, to come and rest.

Prompt 1, The Roots:
Green Home almost sprouts from the forest, rising up from two great trees. The walls are a mixture of stone and timber, a patch work of old and new fortifications. Stepping inside shows a small, but bustling settlement of herb gatherers and forest wanderers, coming back in from the wilds to rest their feet.

The people of this place are curious, if wary bunch. They always keep one eye on the borders of their settlement. Conversations with them show that this settlement is only a generation old, and has had to dodge their own share of problems. Monsters, raiders, and flat out unpleasant flora dwell in the forest beyond, and they’ve had to fend off attacks more than a few times. The buildings tell a similar story, with some of the ruins looking more refurbished and rebuilt than others… and a few sport blasts and damage that clearly haven’t been caused by time.

Midway up, where the roots join the main trees, are a pair of buildings that Scions may find noteworthy. The first is a stable, stacked with fresh and dried plants to act as bedding for any large creatures, or still developing eggs. Stalls line the building from top to bottom and spread across levels, ending with a rookery on the top level. Some of those stalls house creatures from the forest; some hurt, some tamed, and MOST willing to share the space. Next door is a common house, which can string up woven grass hammocks in a pitch for the newcomers. The building provides food, drink, and shelter, in exchange for a few tasks to be done outside.

Prompt 2, The Branches:
It turns out there’s a practical reason for a lot of the overgrowth; gardening. The city’s inhabitants bring plants from the surrounding forest back in, and nurture them wherever there’s a plot of land available. Whether that garden is on the side of a building, a rooftop, or a patch of intersecting branches, people take advantage of the space.

But with so many gardens, it turns out there’s a lot of help needed; either with going out to collect new seeds, or watering and caring for the ones that already grow.

Prompt 3, The Tree Tops:
It takes a lot of climbing, or flying to break out of the roof of green and into full sunlight, but there’s an extra world above the branches; one with a few sparse buildings, but still a part of the settlement.

The bird race that live here are tireless in their tasks, which seem to involve gathering, preparing, and storing amber collected from the trees. Asking reveals that these materials are used to create a curious mixture of jewelry and universal antidote. The amber is hollowed out to store a liquid compound, and then hung from the branches to collect sunlight and brew before being handed to an individual to hang around their neck.

Those who offer to help can be given one of these ‘Amber Hearts’ of their own in thanks, as there never seems to be enough hands to harvest the sap, turn it into amber, prepare it for jewelry, or brew the mixture that’s dropped into the cavities. The Aarakocrana themselves are devoted to their work, but a handful may be inquisitive about where these travelers come from.

WILD CARD:
The above prompts aren’t exhaustive when it comes to situations. Feel free to create some of your own!
straightandmarrow: (APPEARED ONE DAY)

Arrival

[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-16 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
With cold snow the only thing left supporting his skull, Papyrus could feel the cracks spreading from the inside of his bones outward and the magic that forms his body seeping invisibly into the ether.  It took every ounce of his fading strength to speak his conviction.  He still believes..!  A promise, a truth that he had to hold onto in order to stave off the fear with the world ebbing towards a nothingness around him as he turned to dust.

He has to, or else...Sans... . . .

Out of the pitch black devoid of thought and sensation, he wakes with a sudden instinctual alarm seizing his SOUL. The resulting jolt rocks him and causes his bones to clatter with a gasp. The vague aftertaste of panic and terror linger in the stillness as he stares upward through his dark eye sockets into something bright - so bright he needs a moment and still can hardly recognize the color of blue. With...white fog patches?

Puzzled, he turns his head to begin taking in his surroundings as the faint rattling of his bones starts to gradually diminish. The motion of his head is immediately halted again as the cervical vertebrae catch awkwardly with a pinch of soreness. Without thought, Papyrus reaches a gloved hand to his neck and touches the maligned segment to - ...wait. His neck? He has one?! Full awareness of his form rushes in as he realizes his body is once more whole. Shuffling up to one elbow, he peers down to see for himself, staring in disbelief. Every bone is there. Despite the pain, despite the disintegration of his body, despite the slip into nothingness that followed, Papyrus is entirely and unmistakably alive.

For some reason however, his very cool battle body is no longer with him. His current clothing is not like any worn in the Underground, but he has to appreciate the tailoring, especially when it goes so well with his red scarf. As his gaze travels over the new attire covering his skeletal frame, he becomes acutely aware of something else; a weight in his other hand that tugs at his SOUL for attention in eager whispers. Lifting it close to his chest, Papyrus opens his gloved hand, and is quite surprised to find himself holding a round object no larger than a duck's egg. It looks like a rough, grey stone with flecks of clear crystal covered in a mixture of moss and frost, but the appearance does not detract from the eager greeting of something shifting excitedly inside the shell. Instinctively, the sentry sits up fully to cup the egg in both gloved hands and keep it from rolling out of his palms as it rocks and wiggles side to side. For all that excitement he can feel bubbling inside, a chuckle slips out through a smile.

"WOWIE...YOU SURE CAN MOVE! MOST OF THE ROCKS I HAVE MET CAN ONLY SLIDE A LITTLE."

No, that doesn't seem right after saying it. He hums thoughtfully as he lowers his brows, "OR...MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A ROCK? ...NO, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. SOMETHING GREAT!"

That much decided if nothing more, he looks further from himself. He would very much like to help this not-a-rock, but he has to figure a few things out. For starters, where in the caverns has he ended up that has such a high, bright ceiling? He really needs to get back to Snowdin so he can let his brother know he is alright! There is no snow, magma, or water around him, only stone and dirt under him in a narrow alley between a pair of buildings. Maybe someplace beyond New Home? He can hear other voices outside the shaded space, and with any luck, someone out there can tell him which direction is homeward.

Gathering himself, he keeps both hands curled protectively around the egg as he tries to ease up to his feet without moving his stiff neck too much. A wobble tests his balance as he rises to his full height, but he manages to lean against the wall briefly instead of toppling over. Huh, lightheaded. Not the lightest it has been, but it makes his skull feel funny. As soon as that wash of blurry sensation fades, he steps away from the wall and towards the bustle of monsters he has never met before.

It is not until a few hours after that Papyrus has managed to get a loose grasp on the situation into which he has fallen after speaking to different residents and finding his way to the Discovery guild. This is the city of Haven, which is located on the surface, not under Mount Ebott and further than any place he could have imagined from the Underground. The idea of being on the surface had been so exciting to learn he had momentarily turned to try to make sure that Sans heard!- only to feel a pang in his ribcage. Still, more information was given that he had been summoned by magic like the other Scions. It meant there is a chance Sans could come here as well - and, most importantly, without harm. His brother is just very lazy, and Papyrus will have to be patient. He is not alone however, as his not-a-rock is in fact an egg, and within it is a special creature linked to him that will help him heal this world.

Somehow.

Contemplating the reality of his situation, Papyrus had wandered back down through the city and has come to sit out of the way on a set of stairs within the lower half of the city. His anima egg is calm where it rests tucked securely into his scarf. From this particular step, between the buildings stacked on the slope of the mountain, he can watch the ships at the docks and gaze beyond them to the sparkling waves of the sea in the afternoon light. In one hand he holds a compass, and his thumb idly slides back and forth over one edge slowly as he gets used to the presence of this new tool on which he will need to rely.

Starting over again... It will be hard, yet he is here for a reason, and the Great Papyrus will not ignore that call.

BOOP

[personal profile] havingabadtime 2017-03-16 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Today had been a day to study at the Guild for Sans, instead of opening up the hot dog stand. He'd made enough money to probably last through the week, which was good enough for him even *if* he hadn't intended to continue to open shop every other day, so he had celebrated by allowing himself to focus once more on learning more about the magic of the world and whether or not he could determine the fate of his brother. He'd spent hours there, though had determined partly through his own readings and partly through word of mouth that the sort of records he were looking for were probably housed at the Discovery Guild. He had thought perhaps of finding his way there and asking if he could be allowed access to their stores of knowledge, but by the time his resolve had been made up, his energy had been depleted, and he found himself resolving to head home for the day.

It was still mid-afternoon when he began the small walk back home, Wingding scampering after him, already almost waist high and as energetic and troublesome as any child. It was tiring and adorable at the same time, and therefore not particularly surprising when, out of the blue, the creature stopped their curious snorfling of the ground around his feet and gave a curious chirp, lifting their head before bounding off in excitement.

He gave a startled yelp as he watched it round a corner, his soul jumping up into his nonexistent throat as he gave chase, giving a frustrated whine after them.

"Awww, Dingus, come back! Don't make me run, I hate running!" He didn't risk shortcutting after the speedy little thing, worried that he would take a wrong direction when they zigged instead of zagged and lose precious time trying to chase them down, but when he spun around the corner to find them careening after one particularly familiar figure as he sit on a set of steps overlooking the city, he found his feet fumbling over each other in surprise and had to regain his balance, losing what little distance he'd made up.

Not that it mattered, though. As he scrambled back to his feet and stared at the lankier skeleton, Wingding attempted to skid to a halt in front of him, their own feet flailing and scrabbling on the cobblestone streets before they lost control, giving a startled squawk as they tumbled head over tail at his feet.

They hardly seemed to care, however. Not a moment later, they were up on their feet again, their long, bony, cat-like tail wagging like a strange combination of Lesser Dog when he was excited and Burgerpants when he was startled. And some distance behind them, Sans almost allowed himself to give in to the sudden, strong flood of relief and happiness that hit him and burst into a ball of skeleton tears before he choked it all back, the abrupt laugh he gave sounding almost like a cough as he did his best to shuffle over with an air of nonchalance.

"Hey, fancy meetin' you in these parts, Broseph. Brosinski, Bromhilda, Brohelio." Gotta get all the terrible puns out now, make up for lost time. "How long you been here? You doin' ok?"

It's been nearly a month, Papyrus. Or maybe it's been more? He hasn't been keeping track of days yet, he can't tell, he just knows he is really happy to see you right now!
straightandmarrow: (WHAT!?)

Yeeeee~ <3 1/3

[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-17 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Thoughts derailed in an instant as a smaller creature of blue and bone fails to find proper purchase to halt their momentum only to tumble at the bottom of the steps, Papyrus flinches in surprise. Concerned, the skeleton slides his compass from his palm to his leg where it can hang from its chain at his belt as he rises to a half crouch with one hand extending forward, "OH! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Words barely spoken, the excited critter is already back on their feet and looking directly at him. Though obviously friendly in the way they wag their tail, Papyrus is given pause as he looks at the shape of that skull face and sees the distinct resemblance to a spell he knows well. Almost as if that spell had been given a life here as...
straightandmarrow: (SHADOW)

2/3

[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-17 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
The sound of that singular, sharp laugh from a short distance away is just loud enough to make his spine straighten, and he turns as he hears a voice that resonates with his core. He stares in silence as he listens with Sans walking closer. Too many puns bunched together, a pair of questions that feel imperative to answer. An all too familiar forced ease.

His delay is only brief enough for Sans to finish before a burst of motion launches Papyrus in a leap off the stairs to land just a step from his brother. In that step, he crouches low with arms already open and snatches Sans right off his feet. It takes no thought at all for Papyrus to embrace Sans in a way that is both supportive and yet all too indulgent in his own need to hug him tightly with one arm under and one around his back with a glove finding his shoulder. Head bowed forward over Sans's opposite shoulder with his own shoulders drawn up, he stands with his arms latched securely with a restrained strength that borders at the edge of control.
Edited 2017-03-17 10:20 (UTC)
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3/3

[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-17 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
He is here, Sans, he is here, Sans is here...!

A faint shudder travels in a wave through his bones with a faint audible rattle disrupting the tension in him. It serves as a cue to reign himself back in, and with arms loosening, Papyrus leans back while still holding Sans to grin wide. Elation apparent in his answers, he addresses both questions before his own is posed, "OF COURSE I AM! I ONLY ARRIVED THIS MORNING! DID I KEEP YOU WAITING?"
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Ripple

[personal profile] purreptitious 2017-03-19 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Sinking Capital]

His shoes squashed as he moved further along the ruins of what was once - he'd presumed - a prestigious city. Donned in a wetsuit, a bag and his trusty anima, Yuki'to had long since abandoned all thought of getting some of his finer clothing wet. Explore a drowned city? Gear the seven hells up for it.

Though perhaps a swimmer isn't meant to walk around with a pair of wicked daggers strapped to the hips. That's neither here nor there though.

He paused to reach out and accept a hand, guide a comrade across a gap that dipped down into water. The ground was a tad slippery here, comprised of wet stone. But the more treacherous the walk got, the more his senses tingled. There was something to find here.

Of course, his senses didn't include trap senses. Like the rune his foot had brushed over, masked by a shaft of light from a hole in the stony ceilings. The rune went dark and quiet. For now.


[Drowning Shrines]

He lowered into a kneel, peering into one of the shimmering pools. He could just see a passage down there, requiring another swim, but as he shook the water out of his hair, he had to weigh his options. Namely, if this one would have air pockets or an exit of some kind. Swimming blind was extremely risky, and he'd taken more than a few for the last few hours.

He looked to the others. Did they have any ideas? If there was more of this place to be seen, he was all for seeing it.
Edited 2017-03-19 03:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] perishsongstress 2017-03-19 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's never easy coming into a new world, regardless of what you were doing prior to waking up here. Dororo had some difficulties of her own, namely in what was left behind. With familiarity in building something out of nothing, it's served her well in keeping her busy since her own arrival.

She's grown quite fond of the enchanted instruments that liked to gather whenever she starts singing, giving her something of an entourage whenever she was in Haven. Even if it was only now and then, the pokemon certainly appreciated the attention. For now, the greninja seems content going about on her own, finishing up preparations for the bigger plans the guilds had in store. The fortunate part of being a pokemon is not being terribly weirded out when seeing new things. Their world has enough shenanigans and weird stuff in it, so it's only natural that when first laying eyes on Papyrus, she's less drawn to his natural skeleton-ness and instead...

"Oh my stars! I love your scarf! I have to know where you got it!"
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[Drowning Shrines]

[personal profile] soldier_7d6 2017-03-19 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Even with all the preparations they've made and the swimsuits that they've brought with them, the waters of Ripple held as many secrets as it did risks. They'd done well enough to make it this far, but a mission's never over until they make it back home. As the doctor, it was his task to make sure all of them made it back home alive.

The alchemist kneels down beside Yuki'to, staring down the same body of water. With a glance over towards his anima, the iguana-like reptile that's managed to grow a few inches in the past month, Noah nods. "Abel can swim up ahead. He just needs to check his ego before diving in; God knows this trip's been giving his gills a workout." He teases, though the reptile still puffs his chest out in pride. The water is his thing and he is totally the hero of this adventure here. The rest will acknowledge that in time, clearly.
vulteran: (Sigh...)

[personal profile] vulteran 2017-03-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Why did he agree to go with them?

Sure, adventure and looting is all well and good, but whose bright idea was it to come here? It's all wet and full of water and probably had more water-type monsters up ahead and all of it was bullshit.

So while those two scoped out the path ahead, Kassan sprawled out on the ground, tired from all this stupid swimming.

"Yeah, sure, let Dr. Scuba's pet take care of it. Any more swims like that last one and I'm gonna start Psychicing the lug through walls just so I can keep my head above water."
straightandmarrow: (PEOPLE WILL ASK)

[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-19 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Matters of whether it would be best to get settled somewhere here in Haven first or embark under the direction of his guild on one of those boats all flutter out of his focus as he hears a voice close to him. While those at the guild had been entirely friendly to him after realizing he is a Scion, those on the streets had been granting him a wider berth typically. So as he glances over and finds the speaker addressing him, Papyrus is pleasantly surprised. Now is his chance to have a friendly conversation and show just how great he is!

"YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE A KEEN EYE FOR QUALITY! BUT A SCARF LIKE THIS CANNOT BE SIMPLY FOUND. IN FACT! MY BROTHER AND I MADE IT AS PART OF MY BATTLE BODY! ...THE REST OF WHICH IS. WELL, SOMEPLACE ELSE."
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[personal profile] juggernut 2017-03-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, the catperson knew how to sail, the alchemist had a mastery of medicine and a pet that wasn't currently a cocoon attached to the inside of his shell- At least METAPOD could tackle and harden and stuff!- and Kassan... surely had his own useful talents to bring to a watery place like this. After all, he was psychic!

But Chesnaught? Chesnaught had his tricks, too... and with a new one still tucked up his sleeve. Yuki'to had seen it in its... rough state, but this time maybe he'd have a bit more luck making it work under the water.

That and maybe he'd regain some of those lost cool points in the process.

"I think I can help us follow him down, if we go one at a time. I can make a bubble!"

[personal profile] havingabadtime 2017-03-20 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Papyrus was on him before he could really react, and Sans found himself quickly scooped up into a fierce hug with a small, surprised grunt. He fell into it easily enough, however, used to his brother's obvious signs of affection, even if it seemed like years since he had last been the recipient of the attention, after all the resets.

Familiar or not, however, it made the tears he'd previously choked back that much harder to resist, and he allowed himself to cling to Papyrus' shoulders, giving him the chance to hide his face in the soft fabric of his tunic as he patted him on the back soothingly.

"...s'ok, pap. s'ok." His brother's reaction told him all he needed to know. He must have been just as stressed out as Sans was during the previous month.

When Papyrus finally pulled away to grin up at him, he gave another small half-coughing laugh to clear his throat, patting him on the shoulder and grinning up at him. "Naw, wasn't that long. You know me. Spent all my time nappin', so I didn't notice most of the time."

Yup. Just the same old Sans. Sleeping his life away, like he always does. No need to worry about him. He's just fine.
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[personal profile] juggernut 2017-03-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Was that newcomer having trouble standing?... Well, Chesnaught never really gave it much thought with the way the shorter one always seemed so... uh... sturdy on his feet, but maybe it was pretty hard moving around when you didn't have any muscles.

And if that was the case, the tall scarfy one looked like he might as well have been about to literally fall apart!... though it would probably be a little bit rude to run over and offer assistance unsolicited, let alone to suddenly spook one by showing up so suddenly...

...but it would probably be even more rude to do nothing; and how would he even spook a skeleton, anyways?

A big set of clawed arms took hold beneath Papyrus'... uh... humeruses and steadied the skeleton as Chesnaught aided him in staying on his feet. And helping to bring him to his full height.

...Even taller than himself. Huh. That didn't happen very often.

"Did you fall down the mountain too?"
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[personal profile] purreptitious 2017-03-21 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that sounded like a solid idea, and it'd give Chesnaught the chance to test out his powers. With a smile and a nod, he approved.

Helpfully, he gestured to Kassan. He seemed tired, so maybe he'd benefit most from a protective mobile bubble. Settling in, he dipped his feet in the water and gave Chocolat a little pat. The mink-like creature was soaked from head to tail, but she seemed to be having fun more than letting it bother her.
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[personal profile] soldier_7d6 2017-03-21 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
With a nod of agreement, Noah turned his attention to the two pokemon. It seemed like a sound plan, if the bubble is truly reliable. His standing in this mission demands he gets a better understanding of what they're about to do.

"Bubbles, huh..." Noah scratches his chin. "If it can hold air and not pop too easily, it might work. Don't get me wrong; I'm all for cutting Fluffernutter a break," 'Flutternutter' being the delphox on the receiving end of the alchemist's hand gesture. "but the less I'm convinced it will break, the better."
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[personal profile] vulteran 2017-03-21 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Kassan sits up to shoot Noah an unamused glare, but then decides to be an actual team player and help discuss things.

"So yeah. Barrier up and throw yourself in there. If the water pressure doesn't burst it we should be good. Of course, then there's the question of how we're moving around while inside the bubble."
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[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-21 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
His expression flattens momentarily as he repeats, "YOU NAPPED..." Then with a quick little sputter of air, his grin returns as he laughs the first couple words of a proper response out, "OH MY GOD YOU LAZYBONES! WE'RE FINALLY ON THE SURFACE - OR, AT LEAST, A SURFACE, AND YOU NAP?" While he might normally have been annoyed by such behavior, Papyrus is simply too happy to be reunited with his brother to let something so typical spoil it.

Arms still secure around his brother with no shift in the hold that might even hint that he would consider putting Sans down, Papyrus watches underfoot as he turns to walk back over to stand beside the steps out of the way of other beings passing. He is quite accustomed to walking around other monsters smaller than himself, and with that strange creature that had tumbled over in front of him a moment ago, he wants to be careful.

"IT IS A VERY GOOD THING THAT I AM HERE THEN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE BEEN CHARGED WITH THE TASKS OF EXPLORATION AND SOLUTIONS, AND I WILL NOT LET YOU MISS OUT ON ANYTHING SPECTACULAR THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER!"
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[personal profile] juggernut 2017-03-21 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I already thought of that! Here, we just--"

He may have made it look easy, but that was a pretty big, heavy-looking rock Chesnaught hoisted up from the ground. One of his hands pat against it.

"--give this to whoever's inside the bubble. That will weigh them down, and they can just roll it along the ground!"

"...Besides, it floats if it's not heavy enough."
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[personal profile] purreptitious 2017-03-22 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes moved from Chesnaught, to the rock, then back. Then, rubbing his chin, he nodded sagely as if he needed a moment to understand and finally had. Was this why Chesnaught was in that guild? He was thinking outside the box...

But what did the others think? Time was of the essence- goodness knows what the tide would do to the chamber they were in.
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[personal profile] soldier_7d6 2017-03-22 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Though a moment has him questioning the plausibility of the idea, the next has the alchemist sincerely considering it. Use the weight of the rock to keep the ground it, roll it along the ground with the use of the water, break away from it when they need to resurface...it's actually quite brilliant. Not without its flaws, but definitely not a bad idea.

"As long as the passage isn't too small and all these boulders don't block our way, it just might work. And Abel can tell you if that's gonna happen." An enthusiastic nodding from the reptile hints at his own agreement to the plan, alongside his Scion's.

Looks like you're going first, Kassan.
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[personal profile] straightandmarrow 2017-03-22 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Intent as he is on not delaying a return to Snowdin, Papyrus had not quite accounted for just how much the encounter with the human had depleted his strength. After coming around the corner to leave the alley with boots not lining up in stride consistently, his shoulders sank low with his backbone rounding as he found himself tilting trying to walk with his usual confident stride and slowed to a halt at the edge of the street. Perhaps...perhaps he needs to take a moment to collect himself a bit better. After all, one should not walk through puzzles if they cannot travel in straight paths.

Focus turned down into his gloves as he checks that his not-a-rock companion is safe, Papyrus notices someone come up close to him only just before he feels a grasp at his upper arms that pulls him back from a posterior sway. Reflexively, he reaches with one gloved hand to hold to a steadying arm as the other hand tucks his companion against his sternum. Allowing that strength to guide him to midline and raise his spine straight to stand to his full height, Papyrus is relieved by the correction and smiles gratefully, "OH! THANK YOU!"

His smile falters however as confusion follows the question posed to him, "FALL DOWN THE MOUNTAIN...? HOW CAN YOU FALL DOWN SOMETHING YOU ARE UNDER? IS THIS A RIDDLE?"
vulteran: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] vulteran 2017-03-23 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"It's better than swimming, at least," So Chesnaught wasn't as dumb as he thought. That's good. The only question he had now was who was going down in the bubble in the first place. He doesn't mention it, though, for fear of volunteering himself.

Little does she know it may be too late for that.
juggernut: (Aside)

[personal profile] juggernut 2017-03-23 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Well! If nothing else, these skeletons he's been seeing around town lately seem to be pretty comfortable around big 'monsters' like him... they both have had less hesitation and less of a gawking response than most of the humans he'd run across. But, in fairness, the two skeletons probably had their share of stares-- and even Chesnaught still wasn't exactly sure how they... uh. held themselves together.

Oh well; so long as they weren't falling apart, right?

"Oh! When I came in, I started off a little... higher up." Somehow the thought of his embarrassing entrance only got worse when he said it out loud. "I've got this big shell to protect me, but you looked kind of tired or hurt, so I thought..."

...But Chesnaught's train of thought trailed off as he glimpsed- right through the ribcage, actually- that egg in Papyrus' hands. "--Oh! So you ARE new here! Don't worry, it'll hatch soon."
juggernut: (All smiles)

[personal profile] juggernut 2017-03-23 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Then it's settled! Thanks, Kassan!"

And a casual toss sent that enormous rock straight into Kassan's dubiously-accepting arms, and- as he reeled back from the sudden addition of top-heavy weight- Chesnaught raised a hand in a moment of focus-- Did he even notice that cocoon tucked into his shell glowing and stirring slightly as he did so?-- and a translucent, soft-pink sphere of shimmering force phased into being around the teetering Delphox.

It might have done well in cushioning his fall into the water were it not for the added weight of Kassan's sudden ballast.
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[personal profile] purreptitious 2017-03-23 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh, this was new. He'd heard that some of the Scions were beginning to strengthen their powers and discover new ones. He had to see what else could be had with his own shadow element sometime.

Excited, the mink creature squeaked and wriggled, plopping into the water and paddling about. Yuki'to gazed into the pool and hoped for the best.

"B-... mh." No, they had this handled without any well wishes. But he'd be ready with the daggers if something nasty tried at them again.

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