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interstellar55552016-04-12 02:10 pm
exhumerus) wrote in interstellar55552016-04-12 02:10 pm
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[closed prompts] at the big finale i would tear my face away
Who: Sans and a whole shwack of people.
What: Sans’s skin falls off and so he decides it’s time to leave. If you want in, then hit me up OOC!
When: April 13th, 2055
Where: Various places, Virgo HQ
Warnings: Body horror and feelings.
Sans has been laying low the past few days - after another appointment with Silver, he has to be on his guard. Nothing manifested immediately, which means he is going to be in suspense until something does. A couple times that’s meant entire parts of his body melting off, and he has to be prepared for the idea that it might happen again.
He doesn’t have much flesh left, at this point. There can’t be much left to go.
He’s hoping for more of his magic back instead, but he’s never had much choice before. When he abruptly starts feeling ill early one evening, he instinctually goes straight for the bathroom. Instead of throwing up, he coughs up nothing but dust. And then it gets way, way worse.
The process would be nightmarish for anyone less prepared, and for him it still scores a solid ‘horrifying.’ Like his arms and his legs before, everything that made him humans seems to fall apart into dust all at once, except for this time there is just so much of it. It gets all over the floor and trails into the shower, where he feverishly attempts to wash the rest of it off.
When he’s done, he’s washed himself quite literally down to the bone. He doesn’t have much time to get used to what he catches sight of in the mirror, either. It’s done. He can’t stay here anymore. Not like this.
He has to act now.
What: Sans’s skin falls off and so he decides it’s time to leave. If you want in, then hit me up OOC!
When: April 13th, 2055
Where: Various places, Virgo HQ
Warnings: Body horror and feelings.
Sans has been laying low the past few days - after another appointment with Silver, he has to be on his guard. Nothing manifested immediately, which means he is going to be in suspense until something does. A couple times that’s meant entire parts of his body melting off, and he has to be prepared for the idea that it might happen again.
He doesn’t have much flesh left, at this point. There can’t be much left to go.
He’s hoping for more of his magic back instead, but he’s never had much choice before. When he abruptly starts feeling ill early one evening, he instinctually goes straight for the bathroom. Instead of throwing up, he coughs up nothing but dust. And then it gets way, way worse.
The process would be nightmarish for anyone less prepared, and for him it still scores a solid ‘horrifying.’ Like his arms and his legs before, everything that made him humans seems to fall apart into dust all at once, except for this time there is just so much of it. It gets all over the floor and trails into the shower, where he feverishly attempts to wash the rest of it off.
When he’s done, he’s washed himself quite literally down to the bone. He doesn’t have much time to get used to what he catches sight of in the mirror, either. It’s done. He can’t stay here anymore. Not like this.
He has to act now.
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She'd spent the other twenty-five minutes unpacking and repacking, giving a little more thought as to what she was taking with her and how practical it was (a far cry from her usual stylish priorities, but she was going on the run), wondering how one was supposed to pack for exile (does one pack warm?), and generally refusing to think about why Sans wasn't back yet and what the implications of him being Caught Or Worse would be.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when he appears in her room, but calms herself quickly. "Sans! I was worried about you!" But that isn't what he'd asked, and she moves on. "Yes, for the most part. Just a moment." She pulls out her phone - she'd drafted a message to Pinkie, but hadn't wanted to send it until right before she left. It seems that now is the time. She sends the message, then turns the phone off and tosses it under her bed - if it can be tracked, then it cannot come with her. Finally, she fishes out the Do Not Disturb sign she'd appropriated all those months ago and hangs it on her door. It may not buy her any time, but it's a nice bookend of sorts for her time at Virgo.
She'd miss this, wouldn't she? Not the captivity, no, or the knowledge of what they were doing to her and her friends, but...the room, a bit, yes; the pampering, definitely; and the people most of all. These are her friends here, and she's going to have a terrible time leaving them behind.
For a moment, she's hit with a stab of doubt and a terrible headache-
But the moment passes. She's made her decision, and now she needs to follow through. She locks her door, picks up her bag, and nods at Sans. "Alright. I'm ready."