hadriel | [video - ask a gentern if zydrate is right for you.]

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[video - ask a gentern if zydrate is right for you.]

As backwards as this place is, at least you're not using coin. That kind of economy never made a lot of sense to me. You don't even really seem like you're bartering at all! That's more than a little strange.

[Or maybe he just thinks he deserves a lot, when he's this far away from his heart. Hmn. A possibility, to be sure.]

However, since that's the case, I really don't see what the point is in working for an organization like the clinic. Why would I want to go work for someone else when I've been doing just fine on my own for years? Where I'm from, I'm one of just two menders, and I've had plenty of practice.

[He never even completed his training, but shhh.]

Has anyone from your great clinic recreated half a brain before? I doubt it. I have. So feel free to stop by the better healer whenever you like. I'm usually around the library trying to find something that isn't garbage, if you've, I don't know, got your fingers chewed off, or something.

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[Ahhh yeah, he remembers that. Papyrus scored himself a boardgame about pies in the face, didn't he?]

Yeah, nah, I heard how the Colosseum was full of the things. Maybe there's a manual in there. Why, y'wanna give it a spin?

It's sounding like everyone's all taken care of by the clinic or lucky, so I don't have a lot to do.

[...a good thing! He shouldn't sound bummed. He's just...aughhh, you know? Doesn't feel great to not be able to fix anything.]

Just wanted to know if I could warm up for any tournaments. Ms. Pacman can't be the only game that gets the people here competitive, right?

Oh no, I'm sure my roomies aren't the only ones with the competitive streak down here.

[His grin, if possible, gets wider.]

Pose the question, I'd say. See how many you can get in on it. It's a good distraction, yeah?

Hmn. Maybe.

[...and okay this is weird but]

You have a great bone structure.

[...all righty, Sans isn't sure where that little segue came from. He lifts his shoulders in an artless shrug.]

What can I say? I was bone with it.

Something tells me that's one competition I definitely wouldn't win.

[Healer or not, there's no way he has a chance of winning a bone-based pun-off with a skeleton.]

I'm just not exactly sure how your face works. I get the grinning skull thing, but you still move your face. You shouldn't really be able to at all.

The answer you're lookin' for is "magic."

[He wiggles his bony phalanges for flourish, one socket winking cheerfully. Might be that bone shouldn't be that pliable, but he doesn't care much for logic, honestly. Not where his body is concerned, anyway. There's a time and place for logic, and that's usually couched between equations.]

Every answer is probably gonna be "magic," I'll just say that now.

[aaaaaaa it's cool tho. even a wicked warlock can appreciate that.]

So it's really the same as the rest of my life. I can deal with that.

"Warlock" kinda implies an association with "magic" so, yeah, I can see that.

[Not that much of a stretch. And there's plenty like that around the city, he's learned.]

I don't suppose you'd want to sit for a portrait? There's not a lot of interesting things here, but your skull is interesting, since it doesn't work like one. I'd like to get a closer study of it, if I can.

[someone get this boy a hobby]

You a painter?

[He sounds intrigued by the notion more than anything else, honestly.]

I mean...why not? Not like we'd got much else to go with, and, uh, I can't say anyone's ever made that offer to me before.

[Novelty is one of those concepts that still feels like a trap, like if he dares fall into a routine that's outside of his regular it'll get yanked out from under his feet every time. But it ain't even really effort, is it? Nah, it's just sitting while a fella does a drawing of you. Easy enough.]

My grandfather was. I just sketch, mostly.

[He doesn't have his old travelogue, but he's come across half a dozen blank books, so this library couldn't possibly miss one, right...? Might as well start a new one for the cave life.]

Who knows? Maybe it will even come in handy for my healing studies. Anatomy of a skeleton monster, and all that. Fixing bones to be more flexible...

Y'got yourself a deal, then.

[He seals it with a cheerful wink. Even if his anatomy ain't exactly what one would call "conventional" but...eh, details, details.]

[This really drives home how much everyone else in this place is terrible-awful and they don't deserve his gifts even a little bit. Sans is good people. Monster? Monster-people.]

Great! I'm in the library like always, but I can travel easily if you'd rather do it somewhere else.

Nah, I can be there pretty quick. I got my ways.

[Shortcuts are really fun little things, he's gotta give 'em that much. And real life-savers during a zombie apocalypse, who knew?]

Wanna start now?

[That's...mysterious.]

I'm free if you are. But as far as I can tell, I'm going to be free for quite a while.

[Nobody got sold on his sales pitch??? What a world.]

No takers on your medical offers, huh? I guess people're real possessive of their brains after those zoms wanted to munch on 'em.

[He can't blame 'em, exactly. If he had a brain to speak of, he'd be possessive too.]

That is not what I'm offering! I'm just saying, if I can mostly fix a poppy-wrecked brain, then I can fix just about anything this place could throw at me. I can't imagine there's something worse than that... Besides, if a...zoms did munch on someone's brain and they managed to survive that, that's right up my alley!

[there's a lot of gesturing being done with his free hand in the background there... this is stupid!! cave people are stupid!!!]

[Boy but does he like to talk with his hands, huh? Sans chuckles lightly.]

Hey, it's not any of my business. I'm not the one with the gray matter here. I'm just sayin', I can see why people wouldn't want other people stickin' their fingers into another person for kicks.

It's not for kicks, it's for the good of the people. Why don't they trust me? I haven't even burned anything down here, even though I've really wanted to.

Trust isn't something you get free of charge, buddo. You gotta earn it.

[He mostly just sounds amused as he says it, smile and all.]

And, uh, maybe sayin' that you could potentially burn this place down with a thought isn't the best way to engender that. Just a thought.

More effort than a thought -- I have to set fires the same way as everyone else. My magic is for fixing things.

[It's soooo not faaaair.]

I haven't exactly had the best temperament these days. But healing doesn't have anything to do with that!

I'm guessin' you might wanna brush up on your diplomacy. Though in all fairness, I don't know many people here who'd agree to a medical check-up, much less intensive brain surgery.

[But like he said - it more relies on trust and the capital one garners from that. Without it, there's no evidence that anyone should trust you, one way or another.]

[but in Warrick's mind it's noooot faaaaaaairrrr]

Then they're idiots. I'm a very good alternative, and it's magic! It's a fast and better option for pain management and recovery time. If this sort of thing is as common as people act, then a check-up would be the right idea.

I'm not the fella you gotta convince, buddy. I know plenty of sorts that don't trust magic, and for very good reason.

[Not that he's offended. Hell, even if he's made of the stuff.]

That's not somethin' you can so easily fix.

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