hadriel | video; we had a riel good time

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video; we had a riel good time

[There's a skeleton on the network. He seems pretty unperturbed about his state of being, actually, and in fact looks rather cheerful, all things considered. He's got the camera lodged or propped up somewhere, because he's not carrying it. That would evidently require too much work. No, Sans has his bony hands shoved in his jacket pockets, addressing a point of space slightly to the left of his device.]

So that was pretty fun, huh? Not actually the weirdest thing that's ever happened me, believe it or not. I bet all that fog sure won't be...mist.

[He chuckles, and the lights in his eyesockets focus on the screen.]

Anyway. I've been around the block a few times, but I just figured I'd ask. Anyone seen another skeleton around? Tall, loud, likes saying "nyeh heh heh"? He's like me, but the opposite in every conceivable way.

Let me know.

[And the feed goes dark.]

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[Hmm. Sans considers the tale silently, digesting it. The influence of the gods is beyond helping, he's learned that much by now.]

Making those sorts of blanket statements is kinda contradictory, don'tcha think?

A little. After all, like you said, most of the humans are kind. [Even he had human friends in his other life he led.]

Good intentions. Noble ideas. Heroes. Some led astray by bad apples. Rotten to the core.

[Core. There's a joke in there, but...honestly, he doesn't want to reach that far. Too much effort.]

So it's your opinion that some people are just born bad?

[He's sitting up with a moment of modesty as he makes sure Sans doesn't get flashed. A thick long scar starts from his hip and goes all the way across in a diagonal to his shoulder. Just how many similarities do match, hmm?]

More or less. In my world all humans are born with the same gene. When it awakens you become one of 'us' and the Order that is aware of us labels us as an enemy instantly. It doesn't matter if they were your friend or not moments ago. They kill us and we kill them. Enemies. Simple as that.

Not all. Just some.

[Flesh-and-blood bodies seem awfully inconvenient. At least Sans doesn't wear reminders of his lost battles on his bones. Just, you know. In his little 1-HP SOUL.]

So you don't think that, say...even the worst person can change? That anyone can be a good person, if they just try?

[Only one thing can hurt him this badly. Otherwise he never scared or had battle scars. Tyki healed unnaturally quick. The question stalls his morning stretch and routine as he looks down in thought. Even he could be kind to humans. Even the Earl.

Then there was Allen Walker.] Everyone can change. Bad to good, good to bad. But completely? No, I don't think so.

[It's not an opinion he's unfamiliar with, let's just say. He tilts his head to one side.]

I know a few people who'd disagree with that.

[When he was defeated on the Ark he had been unconscious. Yet he was told that boy had saved him while the Ark was crumbling out of existence. The enemy.]

So do I.

Controversial, then.

[Sans yawns, eyesockets slipping closed.]

Well, it's nice to know where people stand on that.

Indeed.

[Fuck, he's trying to wake up and he's yawning cause Sans did.]

Now, now. I'm trying to get out of bed here.

Aw, c'mon. It's a perfect time for a nap, isn't it?

Isn't it always when the sun is still up? Unfortunately I did make a commitment to be up and about so I cannot oblige my own wants at the moment.

Got places to go, things to do?

[Can't really imagine what those might be here. Home had a lot more surface area than this.]

Places to search. I'm out of cigarettes and stockpiling candy is a good idea in case my niece does decide to show up. I wouldn't like to be caught without a good amount.

[Otherwise no, he doesn't any obligations anymore. No parties for reputation, favors or chores he couldn't be bothered with.]

Sounds like a full day.

[Sans's eyes are at half-mast already. Yeah, he's about due for a napparoni-and-cheese pizza.]

Best of luck to ya.

Exhausting. [Sadly, there are no cigarettes in Hadriel unless someone brought some in. Hope doesn't like them.]

Pleasant dreams, Sans.

You, uh. You too. Whenever you get to that.

[He cuts off the feed a few moments before he zips on home. Time for a quick zzz.]

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