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solnet2016-10-01 07:06 am
justribbing) wrote in solnet2016-10-01 07:06 am
EMERGENCY BROADCAST (text)
(All active cellphones sound an alarm briefly during the delivery of this message.)
To: All Users
From: sans.
Subject: (SUBJECT HERE)
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URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: The following is an automated message.
Nature of Emergency: cagey queen left us hanging
PRESS 1 if outside the vicinity of: home If it is safe to do so, follow the prompts to take and send an image of your surroundings to the administrator.
Users in the vicinity of: home are requested to congregate in the: mess hall immediately for: probably a good idea to come save us
Additional Notes:
* sup.
* not much, not much, just hangin' with about 3 new and old friends in this cage dangling precariously above the water.
* can't say i like the conditions either, but the cold and damp doesn't get under my skin. i think i see other cages, tho and, uh, i can't say much for them yet.
* six other occupied cages, with about three in each. hey, it's like those math problems you used to get in school.
* startin' to get a real sinking feeling so if there's anybody out there who ain't locked up, it'd mean a lot to me and over 20 other people if you bailed us out.
* see ya. sans.
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To: All Users
From: sans.
Subject: (SUBJECT HERE)
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URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: The following is an automated message.
Nature of Emergency: cagey queen left us hanging
PRESS 1 if outside the vicinity of: home If it is safe to do so, follow the prompts to take and send an image of your surroundings to the administrator.
Users in the vicinity of: home are requested to congregate in the: mess hall immediately for: probably a good idea to come save us
Additional Notes:
* sup.
* not much, not much, just hangin' with about 3 new and old friends in this cage dangling precariously above the water.
* can't say i like the conditions either, but the cold and damp doesn't get under my skin. i think i see other cages, tho and, uh, i can't say much for them yet.
* six other occupied cages, with about three in each. hey, it's like those math problems you used to get in school.
* startin' to get a real sinking feeling so if there's anybody out there who ain't locked up, it'd mean a lot to me and over 20 other people if you bailed us out.
* see ya. sans.
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[Anyway, it seems good. The hilt flips in their hand, blade lying flat against their wrist and forearm, as they pass it off to Chara hilt-first. They have no aversion to the idea. Frisk imagines their Partner would like to test the feel of it, too.]
[But just for good measure, they hike up the hem of their sweater and pull their butterfly-patterned knife free with a soft rasp of metal over leather. Couldn't hurt to practice with a perfectly un-enchanted version. Once they're ready, they give Chara a nod, twitching a gesture towards the phone with the tip of their blade.]
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To keep their eyes free from dust.
It has a good weight to it.]
They're ready when you are.
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Lightning cracks behind her, and Rin waits for the low rumble of thunder to pass; wipes rain from her eyes and adjusts her ruined top so the pelting sting isn't against the burn on her back. Itchy. Switching the phone to her other ear, Rin imagines the feel of her father's Azoth Dagger in her hand; the first time she successfully used it.
Like the first one, it's a spell so simple that, so long as there's magical energy stored in the dagger, even a non-mage can do it. Release. Let go..]
Läßt.
[This one should be easier, the only trick to it to being the clipped German vowel, and double s. Phonetically, it sounds a lot like lesst.]
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[Läßt.]
[They inhale and say it. It comes out like lesss, followed immediately by a soft noise of frustration. Another shot, and they're closer, but still no dice.]
[It's kind of funny. Detached from all the danger and the very real possibility that Frisk and Chara are going to lose friends today, this sort of thing is... really cool. And Rin must know better than anyone how fun this would be, how much fascination Frisk would find in this jeweled dagger, if the circumstances allowed.]
[They don't.]
Läßt.
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She's glad to be proven right. Hearing the incantation come out correctly, Rin raises her head from where she had unknowingly rested it against the bars of her cage.]
That time you got it right. Remember to say it just like that, and you'll be fine if you need it.
[There's a gentle exhale of air from the other side of the line. Not a laugh, but something proud.]
I have to praise you, Frisk. You're a quick study.
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As it is, their pride is- obvious.]
They always have been.
[They wouldn't resent Rin picking Frisk over them even if the thought had crossed their mind. It's a valuable protection; an additional insurance that, despite anything else, Frisk will make it through today, even if no one else does.
It's a small compensation. But they'll take it.]
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[Chara's the one who straightens at Rin's praise, while Frisk wordlessly slides their knife home into the black leather sheath. One hand reaches out palm-up, requesting the jeweled dagger back.]
[They wonder what kind of person it makes them, that there's a little flame of warmth in their middle at the pride in Rin's and Chara's tones. They don't feel very proud of themself for the way the hilt folds into their fingers with practiced ease or the powerful taste of the incantations on their tongue. But neither is there shame, where the butterfly-pin judgment of a cyan glow might bear down on the choices they've made. None of that matters to them.]
[Just a little flame of warmth, that they try not to let stir in their SOUL. Better to do. Frisk will make it through today, but it's not themself they're worried about.]
Thank you. We'll be careful. I promise.
[they think they understand why sans dislikes promises, now; which is precisely why they have to keep making them.]
... Chara. Let's find the others.
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It's a bit too late to pretend like she doesn't care. Several weeks too late, in fact, but even if it weren't, Rin doesn't think she would bother. She won't worry, either. Her friendship with Chara was born out of how surprisingly competent she found the child; Frisk from the careful thought they put into each of their actions. They both have flaws, but they make up for each other's weaknesses in many ways too.
And maybe she's stalled them just enough that the plans Masaomi said he's trying to put together will pull them in, before they can get too far ahead.]
Reading ahead in the script, huh? That's fine. It saves me from having to say something so cheesy.
But a promise is a promise, and just because I didn't ask it of you doesn't mean I won't hold you to it now that it's out there.
See you soon.