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video (forward-dated to 1/24); but i can't sleep until this is done
[The whole world is ending.
Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.
From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.
He looks pretty happy.
There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.
It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]
So I've got a question for ya.
[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]
Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?
[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.
It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]
Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...
[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]
Allow me to prove you wrong.
[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]
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Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.
From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.
He looks pretty happy.
There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.
It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]
So I've got a question for ya.
[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]
Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?
[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.
It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]
Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...
[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]
Allow me to prove you wrong.
[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]
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fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]
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[LV 1 has got nothing on LV 20. And with the all the LOVE to fill his SOUL...well, there's nothing he believes can touch him. Nothing that can truly surprise him. Perhaps, if he had a shred of Determination to his SOUL, he could rip the world asunder with a well-placed strike.
But that's just speculation.
He's grinning with a devilish delight at the challenge.]
You got it. Come mix it up some.
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But none of that matters to him. The only reason he issued is own challenge is because this monster is confident in his skills and level. A beast against a beast. That's something Yukari actually is looking forward to. Which blood-thirsty mongrel will win an all-out battle? Without having to consider restraint, he's certainly not afraid. Whatever happens will happen. Whether he or the Skeleton loses.
Yukari's step is light, graceful, and non-chalant as he approaches the cindering remains of the Temple, approaching the Skeleton he's already far certain is aware of his presence. In any case, he makes himself known, drawing the long sword off his back. He twirls it a few times, and sets his feet apart, his footing prepared to move any direction in a seconds notice. He readies the sword like a fencer and smiles that cold, charming smile of his.
"Well, Skeleton-chan, I'm certainly glad you aren't a coward. It would have been rather disappointing if you had fled before I got here."
He runs over his mental notes of what he already knows of Sans' abilities. He's not sure if he even got to see the full artilery of such powers. He'll have to learn as he goes, if there's anything new. But he's not worried, not even in the slightest. In fact, Yukari couldn't look more at ease. This is his element. A true opponent will be thrilling.
With a swift swing of his sword, the electricity crackles loudly and shoots in a fan towards Sans.
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He's standing outside the temple as stated, hands in his pockets. His hood's up as he stands there, watching the remains of "Faith"'s work eat away at the structure of the temple. Chunks of rock and wood collapse into each other in ashen clumps.
He looks well pleased.
When Yukari approaches, Sans tosses the hood off his round skull. His grin gleams, the remaining conflagration lending the white bone a spectacular bronze cast. Always did appreciate theatrics, Sans did, not that he'd admit it. Part of the reason he picked that starkly-lit golden hallway for the inevitable confrontation, and part of the reason he felt the need to swig down a bottle of ketchup prior to watching the kid carve him in two.
The lights buried in his eyesockets gleam with something like gratification. Only it ain't even real, that's the thing. He can't feel a damn thing.
It's a beautiful day outside. Probably, anyway. Ain't like anyone can tell what kinda day it is down here. But, hey - when's that ever gonna matter? Not like it ever mattered down below.
It still don't matter.
"I ain't the one who's the coward," he says, with all the false joviality of the real Sans. "I took care of him already, see."
The electricity blitzes at him in a whirlwind, and Sans blinks outta Yukari's sight. And then he's behind him. Something ghastly materializes - several somethings, in fact. And each one belches a bright stream of white-hot, devastating magic with a crackling roar.
They're full to bursting with KARMA, but they'll all do a hell of a lot more damage than 1 HP.
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He has to calculate quickly, but he's still confident. If he can just move fast enough, he's certain he can land a hit. He just has to make Sans think he's somewhere else. But how do you fool someone on this level of creation? Even fighting the Kings of his world would have been easier. Not that he's complaining. There's not even sweat on his brow yet.
"Well, well, I'm certainly impressed. You are much more menacing than your counterpart. It's almost admirable." He gives a delighted chuckle. "Almost. I still much prefer him to you, though. He still had something you don't, Skeleton-chan~." He says the name in a singsong voice without staying still. He's just got to be faster. Faster than the Fake can think.
He charges at the Skeleton head on, releasing a wall of lightning to cover him from sight, and then quickly uses the guise as he runs left to approach Sans, lashing out feverishly with his sword, straight for that delightful crack in his skull.
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"What's that, then?" He sounds almost bored as he says it, and can ya blame him? This is all just part of the big show. The countdown clock, the pointless theatrics, the flashy maneuvers - everyone likes a good climax, yeah?
And everyone likes a good payoff. He's just here to make sure that he leaves the kind of lasting smear on the real Sans's reputation that no one and nothing else could. Make sure his consequences stick. Because Sans is not, never has been - above consequences.
"An inability to get things done? An apathy that he can't even justify?" This Sans is chock-full of LOVE; what's the real Sans's excuse? A bright crackle of energy wreathes his opponent, but he soon comes sweeping out from it in a blazing, pointed arc.
He sees it coming, and reacts accordingly.
Sans turns his SOUL blue and aims to send his personal gravity slamming up into the ceiling.
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He smirks at the Double. "And that is why you can't sully Sans-chan's name. Try as you may."
In truth, seeing what this Clone is capable of hasn't deterred his opinion of Sans at all. Sans may not have a favourable impression of him, but Yukari will remember his first meeting with that Skeleton forever. And seeing this much power come from a mere echo of him, well... He feels it gives him something to look forward to. Heart triumphs over power when it comes to true displays of skill, even if it is purely the will to survive. Sure, this Sans could end the lives of everyone here, but he's a fraud, void and empty inside. If you don't do anything with true passion, there is no point.
Unfortunately, the Gravity trick completely catches Yukari off guard as he's sent flying toward that rather hefty looking ceiling. This is going to be unfortunate. For the second's calculation, he has a couple options available to him. He can take that hit and he will likely be thrown back to the ground. That's the most plausible outcome he's certain of no matter what he does at this point. So he's got to make it count.
While the Skeleton seems occupied with throwing him for all it's worth to the ceiling, he hurls his own sword at the Copy with all the force he can muster at this speed, charging it with the most powerful of his electric blasts that, even if the Skeleton dodges, the charge will probably cover a good portion of the ground upon contact.
And, like that, he hits the ceiling full force. He coughs as the wind is completely knocked out of him. Inwardly, he notes that probably cracked a rib or two with it. Heh, he's going to need some serious R&R after this. All that he's waiting for now is the fall.
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"Buddy, empty and meaningless is the entire life of a Sans." Ain't it just part of the charm? The knowledge that nothing you do matters, that we're all gonna die, and that there's no point in bothering to care? 'Course, that's what makes his attachment to things all the more damning, when it happens.
And it does happen. It's happened here, and it'll keep happening. 'Cause no matter how weary and flat and empty Sans gets, at the end of the day? He's still a monster. And monsters are built for compassion and hope.
And that's why LOVE is the only cure.
Dodge Sans does, but he don't quite escape the radius of the blast. A bright wave of energy washes over him, singeing his clothing and hissing over his bones. His grin approximates a grimace, briefly, at the sting of it. But he's got the uppermost roof of HP - 99 of it. And that'll tick down some of it, but that's the real great thing about LV 20. You can afford to tank a few hits.
His left hand still has hold of Yukari's SOUL. You waitin' for the fall, pal?
How 'bout a full-speed rush back to earth?
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"Sounds like someone's jealous. Like the poor Copy failed, and his only means of consolation was to get rid of the Original." Which, he believes is true, but he's also trying to find a mental weakspot he's not so sure exists. This version of him is cold and cruel. If this thing has an Achilles Heal in the verbal, it will probably be hard to find.
Heh, pity. He had hoped by distracting the Skeleton as he dodged, it would have released the grip on his SOUL. Guess he didn't get quite what he wanted. This fight's just beginning to look a little unfair, a little too one-sided. Yukari's only got a handful of tricks, very fancy tricks, when he's fighting. And outside of his Auras, it's all footwork. But against an opponent like Sans, that footwork is rendered all but useless for someone who can just change your centre of Gravity on whim. The strong differences of restraint between those two are highly noticable.
Alright, then. I'm not really being given a choice, am I? It usually takes more to get Yukari to drop his cool and amused demeanour. But today, he'll make an exception. To keep up the unflappable personality is to lose without having tried, and he just can't have that, now can he? The lack of beauty here is infuriating and it's time to make that known.
And the fall he's anticipated surely comes, anyway. The force to the ground, he redirects his Colourless Aura to slow his fall. A second blow to the chest would be a bad thing. And though his knees buckle for only a second, he manages to use his Colourless Aura to counteract against the Gravity to stand himself back up. The Gravity is still there, so long as the Skeleton holds onto it. But, he should at least be able to move and keep anymore ribs from being broken. He's not sure how much of a toll on his strength this will take, but heh. What's the point in reserving it anymore. It's a good fucking thing he has a ridiculously high pain tolerance.
His smile breaks differently as he looks at this Sans, no longer charming and delighted, but replaced with something more sinister. He chuckles darkly, moving toward his sword to retrieve it. It's taking quite a bit of his effort to move that much under the influence of Gravity on his SOUL, but his strides make it look like he's effortlessly making a graceful stroll to it.
"Perhaps you are a coward, after all, Skeleton-chan. Not in the physical sense where one would flee for their life, but in the mental sense. You seem to think nothing matters at all. It's rather pathetic. Once you're taken care of, the only thing here that won't have mattered is you."
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He's moving despite the blue magic fused around his SOUL. Doin' his best to make it look effortless, despite the fact that Sans is pretty sure he heard a couple cracks and breaks when he struck the ceiling. Bones are just real fragile, see. Don't take much pressure at all to send the marrow crackling.
"You think any of this matters?" Yukari's going outta his way to ensure that the double knows that it don't, but here's the flaw in that plan -
You can't make a big revelation outta something that you already know.
The blue magic's slowed his movements. So let's see how he likes a tall wave of jagged ulnas tearing out from the ground, streaking at him in alternating sine waves. If he jumps and maneuvers in just the right way, he'll be able to miss the worst of 'em. The poisonous creep of KARMA will suffuse his SOUL with an agonizing, sapping touch if he brushes up against any of 'em. But this ain't the ritualistic exchange of blows a FIGHT usually is Underground, and Sans is takin' more than a few liberties to ensure a win, if he can.
"You think this nihilist nothing is new? You got no clue, pal." He don't sound scornful. He sounds - bored, more than anything else. Trotting out lines of a script that don't rightly matter.
"Trouble is, you don't got much of a leg to stand on, do ya?" He winks, cheerfully, and hurls another gauntlet of bones. "You're in on this for the thrill of it. Or do ya expect me to think you give a damn about somebody you met all of once in your life?"
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Yukari gives an eerie, airy laugh under his breath.
"I don't care for anybody, so you don't have to go believing any of that now."
Okay, so that's slightly a lie. He has one person here he cares about, but it really isn't Sans. He just finds the little Original charming. He'd like to have battles to look forward to with him again.
But he doesn't know the way it works here, yet. That was Sans' dust the Double allowed to fall to the ground. And, with the way things are looking here, Yukari himself may not be alive much longer.
Using the sword as a conduit, he channels every last ounce of his energy into the Green Aura, releasing electricity as far and wide as he can. It may not... no, it probably won't be enough. That much he accepts. Consider this his If I'm going down, I'm sure as Hell going to take you with me repeal.
That's it. That's all of his energy spent. If the weight is still on his SOUL, he'll collapse to the ground. If not, he'll be hugging his sword for support, breathing heavy as he waits for death to come.
He gives a breath of a laugh under the severity of the situation. He supposes this is truly it for him. A shame it couldn't be more beautiful.
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And he knows Sans's type, more importantly. He knows Sans, and he knows that Sans will say how much he can't afford not to care anymore when he reaches the End, the absolute last barrier between him and the annihilation of everything in creation. 'Cept he didn't exactly not care prior to then, did he? He cares 'cause he's a monster, 'cause he's inclined to care, and 'cause no matter how many times he'll toss up that oh, I'm just too bone-weary to bother anymore excuse - he's the one that went blipping through the city in search of a trio of kids who've wronged him personally, in more ways than one.
He clips Yukari more than a few times, must to his satisfaction. But something new swells in the blade he thrusts forward. Another bright, electrical burst sweeps across the swath of ground in a crackling wave.
It hurts, sure. Takes out a good chunk of his HP. Burns the clothes clinging to his bony frame, chars the sleeves and takes a few inches off his shorts. Definitely scorches the pink fuzz of his slippers, which - wow, rude? But without the purple sap of KARMA in his marrow, he can live to keep standing. The shock of it still releases his grasp on Yukari's SOUL, and Sans stumbles back several paces as he adjusts to the juddering reverberations of the aftershocks as they rattle in his bones, dropping him onto one knee.
Yukari's laughing as he grips his sword and slumps there, clinging to it for support.
Sans grins, coldly.
"Thanks for the workout, pal. But, uh, y'know the real nice thing about bone?"
He taps one side of his skull with the soft click of bone on bone.
"It's a shit conductor."
He raises his left hand.
A Blaster manifests, a pinprick of scalding white magic warming in its opened maw as it prepares to fire.
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Curufin, though... Curufin had a special place in his heart. Something unusual to himself, to care that much for someone. And here he was, duking it out in battle in a match he couldn't win, just because it did, indeed, amuse him.
He managed to get his SOUL released, would you look at that. Talk about too little, too late. He quietly tests what might remain of his strength; a few hairline traces, but not much more. Certainly not enough to summon another Aura burst. He wearily looks up at the Clone as he makes his point.
"Hah... Yes, I suppose so..." He gives a weak smile to go along with it. He sees that Blaster, charging that burst. Those traces that remain of his own energy... even if it's enough to dodge, he's damned anyway, isn't he? He doesn't have the energy to stand, despite how much he's trying to will it right now. What good is dodging anyway? He wouldn't be able to keep doing it, especially not against someone like this, who visibly has a considerable amount of strength after that desperate attempt at a blast. He fights to summon just enough Aura to form a shield, but any remnants he manages to grab at quickly dissipate.
He gives a heavy breath. He supposes their might be one more trick up his sleeve. He has regrets about this, after all. To lose to something that has no passion is one of them. And the certain Elf he actually has managed to care about is another. He grits his teeth hard as he tries to pull himself into a crawl away from the blast. He's uncertain if it's enough to barely crawl a few places and collapse to the ground in the weak attempt to dodge the strength of that blast. But, it's worth a shot to make his final plea.
"Skeleton-chan, might you be willing to spare me?" His voice is laden with heavy breaths, as he lies on his back, looking up at the cave ceiling. Yet he somehow still manages a faint smile, closing his eyes, waiting for the attack to hit him or pass right by. "I've got a few things I need to do. I'm not quite ready to die yet. You win this battle."
At the very least, passionate or not, this Sans gave this battle everything. He supposes, at the very least, that is admirable enough. Yukari doesn't usually ask for his life to be spared, so he hopes the Skeleton can appreciate it for what it is.
"I surrender."
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There's a high, grinding sound at the ridge of his left eyesocket, and his grin grits a little tighter at the scraping of bone against bone - things moving that should not be capable of moving. Solid pieces of bone grating against one another as the crack creeps up and up.
Some damage is permanent. But he's reached the End. It don't matter.
Nothing really...matters.
He cocks his skull to one side, smiling as though nothing is wrong. It's ticking away at his HP slowly, but - it ain't about to take him down just yet. Takes a bit more than that to rake him over the coals.
What Yukari says next is worth a sharp burst of laughter, utterly mirthless. Spare him. He surrenders. He's sorry, really.
Pity. Real, real pity that the guy must really have no clue what it is, to be dealing with a Sans. Sans-es, you see, ain't ones for MERCY. Not once you've crossed this line and made things difficult for 'em. And maybe he would'a let the guy go, once. Maybe he would'a seen no point in carrying things further.
But Sans has the capacity to do some real damage in him. His form of MERCY comes in the shape of a warm hug, outstretched arms, and a low, friendly rumble of c'mere, pal. Waits for you to be vulnerable. Waits for you to rush for him and drop your weapon. Then his ribs shoot out from his jacket, skewering you to the spot, washing him in sticky waves of crimson, as he snarls a cruel taunt in their dying ears.
That's his brand of MERCY.
So the cold peals of laughter break out over the charred battlefield.
"Then I guess you should'a thought about that before you rushed in, huh?"
He smiles, and keeps smiling.
Several long femurs shoot through Yukari's body with a series of meaty crunches, impaling him on the spot. At the very least, it'll be a quick way to go. Well - compared to some other ways.
See ya, chump.