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Jun 21, 2016 12:42PM
So, Sans(you) is captured deep in the underworld? And the human(me) fell and meandered down? Or was caught?
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Jumping in is fine, right? How old should they be at this time.
Jenny had no idea where in the world she was. Everyone had heard about the mysterious mountain, but she didn't think people actually disappeared when thy climbed it. Now, she was getting a bitter opportunity to face the truth. She'd fallen, but luckily a bunch of flowers had broken her fall. That didn't make anything less freaky. There had been... Things... Waiting to take her human soul. She'd run. Jen was no killer, but she'd been panicked, and then something had knocked her lights out. So... Here she was, being dragged by the ankles to wherever these monsters wanted. She certainly was freaked out, but talking hadn't seemed to do much good.
Great, was this a prison? What in the world had she done to deserve this. Ideas bloomed in her head, of being cooked and eaten by all these monsters. Sometimes, she hated her vvid imagination. She jerked one door out of their grip and kicked one of the two in its tail end. It yelped and kicked back, which really, really hurt because these guys had claws. "Do I at least get a phone call? Jury of my peers? Something?"
They didn't even answer, instead, throwing open the door and jabbing with a spear, like they didn't want somethin to escape. Oh heck no. She pursed her lips. "Uh... Mind putting me in a- no?" The thing in there had better not eat her or something! Jenny yelped as she was flung to the floor of the cell and the door slammed home.
Jenny quickly stood up and put her back in the nearest corner. She wasn't sure what this thing was. (What does he look like?) but she wasn't about to let it or its insane cackle get to her. "Shut up or I'll throw a rock at you."
She narrowed her eyes, eying him suspiciously. "You- YOU'RE A SKELETON!" she gasped, scrabbling for a rock. She was not trusting anyone. "So," she said, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Do you have plans of killing me? How are you even alive? How do you work? Can't you just take off your hands and remove the chains or something?"
"But you're a skeleton," she protested, "Couldn't you put your hands right back?" she asked, lowering the rock, but only slightly. "I'm alive because I've got blood and nerves and stuff... but you don't have muscles or anything... but you're obviously a human skeleton... right?" Jenny bit her lip. Without any nerves, that skeleton certainly looked like he was in pain. "Are you all right?"
"Excuse me, but what?" she asked, "Magic-" she froze, listening to the footsteps coming. "What's happening?" she asked, eyes flashing as she picked up the rock, preparing to throw it if needed. "Who are they? Where am I, even?"
"I'm not a kid," she protested, though her striped shirt certainly indicated otherwise. She bit her lip and stayed in the corner, which was already as far away from him as she could get. "No problem, Sir Skeletal."
The human girl assumed they hadn't heard of her being brought here... They hadn't addressed her, nor had they chained her down. And yes! The door was still unlocked because the key was still in the keyhole! She slipped through the door and slammed it closed, locking it. "Now," she said, looking through the little window. "Let him go and sit at the far end of the cell, or... I'll set the whole interior on fire with my insane magical powers," she bluffed. The skeleton had said something about magic, right?
"I have a magic object!" she objected, "Something I stole on the way down here," she said, totally bluffing. "Free the skeleton!" If they didn't do that in the next five seconds, heck yeah, she was running.
"If I were bluffing," she said, "I'd be running now in fear, not preparing to face down and slaughter you, your reinforcements, and everyone else in this Hell you call home."
Things were escalating way out of her control, and she could already hear approaching footsteps. "Skeleton, now, or you die," she hissed, taking an offensive stance, which she hoped looked magically cool. She was so running in just. One. More. Second.
She opened the door, shutting it and locking it, then shoved the key in the pocket of her shorts. "C'mon, we gotta run," she hissed, grabbing his bony wrist and running. She had no clue what would happen, but she was going to try to get out of here as fast as possible. "You know the way?" she asked.
"Okay," she said, following him. "Mind filling me in? Am I in Hell or something?" She ran after, trying to keep up with the weird skeleton.
((Are you thinking Quiche bench?))Jenny ran with him, footsteps clashing and echoing behind them. "What if they catch us again?" she asked, panting. She was already getting a little tired, and had no clue where this monster was taking her. She didn't even know if he was a killer or something. At least it was better than being in the cell. Now, she had a navigator.
((I played the game and that is the best hiding place?))"Souls? Collections? Man, this sounds like some pretty messed up stuff!" she wheezed, not exactly an Olympic runner. Adrenaline and fear kept her moving forwards. The footsteps scattered behind them as they were having trouble tracking the two escapees.
((Plus, it's an awesome little hide pocket. :D))His magic really- blasted her. Her feet dragged and she kicked at the ground, but really, the skeleton was getting all of them free and out. She screamed, but the sound was lost, dragging behind them in the air. Jenny's vision blurred greatly.
((It was such an out of the way place!))Jenny lost consciousness for a moment; they'd gone so fast. She yelped, gripping her arm tightly. Everything was dark... no, just dim. A dark blue. She sat up, thinking she must have at least bruised her bones. Rubbing at an eye, Jen looked over and and sucked in a breath. "Skeleton! Are you okay?!"
((It was such an out of the way place!))Jenny lost consciousness for a moment; they'd gone so fast. She yelped, gripping her arm tightly. Everything was dark... no, just dim. A dark blue. She sat up, thinking she must have at least bruised her bones. Rubbing at an eye, Jen looked over and and sucked in a breath. "Skeleton! Are you okay?!"
Jenny didn't know where they were, but it didn't seem like they were in eminent danger. "Come on, skelly, I gotchya." She approached the slumped over skeleton and examined his bones. It didn't seem like anything was broken, but she draped her jacket over him anyways, since he could have broken just about anything and she wouldn't have known.
((That is super cute.))"I dunno?" she asked, "Because you went the speed of light and we crashed somewhere?" she rubbed the back of her head. "Seems like the sort of thing that would make something not okay at all." She looked around. "Oh, a bench." Now, if only they had dinner.
((What's her name? :D))"Maybe because I'm not a sadistic pig? They were going to crack your skull open, skelly, and I'm not sure if I want to see if you've got brains or not." She seemed to shrug off the question. "To be honest... I had no clue where to go, and it seemed like I could do something."
((That is cute. What breed?))Jenny sighed and backed up. "So, what? Are you gonna kill me?" she asked, almost in challenge. "Well, if it's kill or be killed on the surface, it's a lot more subtle, and loads of people live long lives without doing either." She crossed her arms and reclined on the bench.
((She sounds super adorable!))"Except now," she explained, "You're free." She sighed. "So, someone murdered the good and noble king?" she prompted. "Sounds like the middle ages gone wrong. You should try for a republic or something, a balance between representation and moral guides." She sneezed slightly and still kept her distance from him, feeling incredibly worn out.
((Serious attacks?))"Okay, so who is this Lyilm creep, and who's this her you're talking about?" Jenny asked, stifling a yawn. "Are you sure they won't find us? Should we keep going?" she asked, blinking. She had one or two pieces to the puzzle, but it was likely an 100 piece puzzle.
((Baaaad dog!))She sat up, paying attention. Surface? Freedom? It sounded great! "Wait, so, if you have a passage way up to the outside world, you could take me, right? We could escape these monsters." Well... to be honest, he was a skeleton. But it wasn't exactly a monster-monster. "We just need to be stealthy."
"Why would he want souls, though? Are you really human, like me? Did he want your soul? Why? What is a soul, like that? And how do you use it?" She was just talking mindlessly, leaning over onto her jacket like a pillow. "Why is he such... an evil pig?" she asked. "Why would he try to kill you and those you loved?"
"That's okay," she said, "I'm fine if we don't bare our souls to each other." She pulled her knees to her chin. "If I sleep... you promise not to kill me, right?"
She chuckled. "Well... Hopefully, the rocks are behind us." She curled up on the bench. "Same to you." She closed her eyes, then snapped them open, grinning. "Midnight? Really? You're not like, Bob or Phil? That's... a pretty weird name." She hesitated for a minute. "I'm Jenny."
"Like the font?" she asked, but she was pretty sure he was asleep. She rolled up in her jacket, shivering.She yawned and woke in the morning. Huh... was that... a quiche down there, between the slats and under the bench? That could definitely be something delicious for breakfast. She sat up, looking around. Where was the font-man-skeleton? Papyrus? Palatino? No... Sans. That was it.
"Hey," she said, smiling. "I cooked us breakfast. Magically. Somehow. All right, I found it under the bench. It doesn't look that bad, and let's face it, we're sort of in a desperate situation at the moment." She sat, legs crossed, her blue jacket draped over her shoulders like a cape. Jenny grinned lopsidedly. "Do we have any long term plans?"
"Hey, you okay? How can you cough without any lungs, anyways?" She stretched her shoulders back and crossed her arms behind her head. "So.. where are we headed?"
"Do you bleed?" she asked, frowning. "And... from what you've said, that sounds... really awful. Why would we go there?" she sat up, cutting the quiche in half. "If you want, I'll make my jacket into a band-aid and stick it up your ribs."
"Well," she said, smiling lightly, "At least with a hoodie up your ribs, you're not dying on me," she said, "Haunted and alive is better than dead." She took off the jacket. "Okay, C'mere." She came over to cram her jacket into his being. "Yeah, you'll look funny, but you'll live, and you can always cover up." Jenny sighed. "So... you said crossing the barrier needed two souls, though, right?"
Jenny pinned him against the arm of the bench, chuckling. "Come on, it's not like the zipper's gonna bruise your ribs or anything. Don't be so touchy." She wadded up the jacket. "Um... So, we could just leave together, right? Escape?"
She tossed him the blue jacket, fringed with pale faux fur. "Ha, go on, you can patch yourself up," she said. "I'm no doctor, after all." She chuckled, crossing her legs. "So... you can magically blush on bone, huh?" she smirked.
She took his own jacket and wrapped it tightly around her. "You know, for a skeleton, this is pretty warm. Even if it's completely stained with ketchup," she chuckled, wrapping his reddish-brown coat around her. "So... Why'd they keep you in that prison?" She zipped the coat all the way up. She was pretty obviously cold; the watery place wasn't much of a place for camping out. "You're not badly hurt, are you? Here... Have some quiche. Soul food always makes me feel better." She shook her shoulder-length red hair free of the hood and offered him the plate.
"What do you mean, take your magic? They can siphon it or something?" she asked, taking a bite from the other side of the quiche. It wasn't much, but somehow, she felt it healing her bruises and scrapes.
"They're... trying to make a concentrated human soul?" she guessed. "Would they have done that to me, too, if they'd known?" Jenny tensed up slightly too, focusing on the magic of the poor abandoned quiche. Everything was okay now, though.... she didn't need to worry... as much. "You don't have a bloodstream or anything, though. Do they suck it out of your bone marrow or eyes or something?" She seemed grotesquely enthralled.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped, staring at the glowing blue heart. "Does mine look like that?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. She shuddered a little bit. "Why would anyone try to destroy any bit of a soul? It looks wonderful." Gingerly, Jenny lifted one hand to touch it.
((Me neither! But we gotta, I guess.))Jenny frowned a little. "I dunno... I wonder what mine looks like. Yours does look good," she said, brushing her fingertips over the side. "I hope mine isn't... twisted, like you say." She bit her lip. "I hope it looks like yours."
((Whoa, boy. XD What?))She nodded. "As long as it's not being destroyed..." She considered a moment. Her soul... all the good and bad. She wasn't sure she wanted to see. Cautiously, she looked up. "I dunno..."
((Haha, it's okay, I just don't even know how that would work. O_O))She tilted her head to one side. "I guess... you bared your soul, so the least I can do is the same. Go ahead."
((Cool, but I gotta go!))It was green, a kindness soul. It radiated, having a couple of cracks, but seemed intact.
