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And they need me to do their will
Who: Closed to Eda, Frisk + Sans, Connie + Agent 3
What: A mind-controlled Lapis attacks Eda, Frisk, and by extension, Sans. Connie and Agent 3 go looking for Lapis and find more than they expected.
When: Prior to the festival, after Lesedi
Where: Club near Pride, then a park. Also the beach.
Warnings: Violence
A. Closed to Eda - The young man was too thin, not even enough visible muscle to be called wiry. Dressed in dark clothing, the deep hood drawn up and obscuring the upper part of his features, he still managed to move with some grace, slipping through the waning crowds. It was late -- very late, and the club was emptying slowly, laughter echoing off into the night even as the lights began to flicker out in the establishment one by one. Soon there would be little but the streetlights.
Unlike the other patrons, though, the young man doesn't go home. He pauses on the street near the entrance to an alley, silent and waiting in the dark.
B. Closed to Frisk and Sans - Evening. The park is beginning to empty, parents dragging their children off for dinner. Only a few kids remain -- mostly older, but a few younger ones tagging along after brothers and sisters. The basketball court is busy with the slap of feet and the pounding of a ball against concrete. A few of the smaller children spin idly on the hand-turned merry-go-round, the momentum dying slowly with a screeching protest of metal. The kids have long since left the water feature -- a collection of spits and spurts dancing up from the sidewalk at random in patterns. The water shoots briefly into the sky as one goes off, then another, reaching their peaks and then arching back to the pavement.
It's quiet, but Frisk might catch a familiar figure in the near distance: Luna, drifting towards them, her shape unmistakable, but features not clear enough to read from this distance.
What: A mind-controlled Lapis attacks Eda, Frisk, and by extension, Sans. Connie and Agent 3 go looking for Lapis and find more than they expected.
When: Prior to the festival, after Lesedi
Where: Club near Pride, then a park. Also the beach.
Warnings: Violence
A. Closed to Eda - The young man was too thin, not even enough visible muscle to be called wiry. Dressed in dark clothing, the deep hood drawn up and obscuring the upper part of his features, he still managed to move with some grace, slipping through the waning crowds. It was late -- very late, and the club was emptying slowly, laughter echoing off into the night even as the lights began to flicker out in the establishment one by one. Soon there would be little but the streetlights.
Unlike the other patrons, though, the young man doesn't go home. He pauses on the street near the entrance to an alley, silent and waiting in the dark.
B. Closed to Frisk and Sans - Evening. The park is beginning to empty, parents dragging their children off for dinner. Only a few kids remain -- mostly older, but a few younger ones tagging along after brothers and sisters. The basketball court is busy with the slap of feet and the pounding of a ball against concrete. A few of the smaller children spin idly on the hand-turned merry-go-round, the momentum dying slowly with a screeching protest of metal. The kids have long since left the water feature -- a collection of spits and spurts dancing up from the sidewalk at random in patterns. The water shoots briefly into the sky as one goes off, then another, reaching their peaks and then arching back to the pavement.
It's quiet, but Frisk might catch a familiar figure in the near distance: Luna, drifting towards them, her shape unmistakable, but features not clear enough to read from this distance.
B
They still tend to seek out solitude fairly often, an old habit from before. But they don't mind the other kids nearby, and they certainly don't mind seeing Lapis on her way to find them. It's a tad alarming, perhaps - but if something had really happened, they figure someone would call. They hop up off the bench they were sitting on and start towards her.
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The water in the fountain is behaving strangely; it starts to pull and tug towards her as though attracted by a magnet. A nearby water fountain gurgles, metal protesting softly in a high, shrill note.
Suddenly one of the water jets twists, yanks -- and blasts through the air at Frisk's back with enough power to potentially knock them off their feet.
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That's all the warning they have before the water jet strikes them from behind, knocking them to the ground. With a little sound of surprise, quickly muted, they tuck their limbs in and roll, better to pop back to their feet. Staying still is oftentimes death.
"Lapis?" They call as loudly as they can manage. But they're already backing off. They don't understand, and they're going to screw everything up for everybody if they die now...
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She never stops moving, even as she speaks. Her voice is soft, but it carries, an undercurrent beneath it, like an undertow beneath a receding wave. "Everything changed. It didn't even look the same. Any of it."
"You. You're the reason. Because of you--!"
The water explodes from the water feature, braiding into the muscles of a giant, watery fist that comes smashing down towards Frisk from the air.
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This needs Silver, or maybe J. Something is wrong with her, and unlike at home, Frisk doesn't have the power to deal with it on their own. They would like to think they do, and given enough time and loops they probably could, but that's months they'd have to do over.
Though, things have already gone badly, haven't they? Maybe on the next run, they could save Sans from being caught...?
No. Not yet. Dying wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but they'd rather try to avoid it while they can. Then, if they do have to reset, at least they won't have to feel guilty about it. After their moment of hesitation, Frisk turns and bolts - towards the trees on the far side of the hill, not the play structures. There are more water pipes there, and the potential for other people. None of them need to deal with this, and the trees will provide good cover anyway.
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"I didn't get to choose -- neither do you."
The fingers are closing in faster than Frisk can run; they'll cut off air and breath if they close the child in their grasp.
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And suddenly, Sans is at Frisk's side, his left eye blazing blue and gold.
"Gotta hand it to you, Lazuli," he calls after her. "Didn't peg you as the type to go after kids."
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They stop up short, kicking up a few little dirt clods as they draw to a halt beside (and only slightly behind) Sans. It doesn't occur to them to wonder where he came from. "Something's wrong," they say, voice low and tense. The eye worries them - it's scarier than the black eyes, and it's bad to go into a battle angry. "With her." He should know what they mean. In her head. Frisk has no idea how any of the labels would have gotten at Lapis, but they sort of seem like the most obvious people to blame.
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"Don't get in the way."
The ground beneath them both is rippling, shuddering like a skin trying to shrug -- as though something deep beneath its surface is surging through like a freight train.
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Sans has been sort of wary of Lapis ever since their confrontation at her apartment - but it really hasn't been personal. After regaining a semblance of sanity, Sans had found it difficult to really blame her. He'd been the one to start it with threatening displays. Lapis doesn't even really know him. For all she knows, he could have been going right for J's throat.
So she tried to stop him. He finds it threatening, yeah. He finds her threatening. But he hasn't been able to think of her as a bad person for doing it.
Which is why he really meant it when he said that she didn't seem like the type. Frisk sure as hell wouldn't have given her a reason and, in fact, he'd been keeping an eye on Frisk up until a few minutes ago. Nothing could had warranted this, and Sans is finding himself really glad that he had humoured his excessive paranoia today.
Sans is about to make some kind of unsettled wisecrack about just how wrong Lapis seems when the water reforms way faster than he was expecting. He yelps in alarm as it knocks him back, but it doesn't actually create any air bubbles because, well...he's a skeleton. But the sensation of it alone is enough to completely throw him off.
"Fuck," he says, his voice still smothered by the water despite the lack of air involved. He kicks his legs and tries to focus on teleporting out of it, but its managing to distort his senses enough that he's having trouble pulling it off.
Instead, he focuses on his blaster - the commands it to aim and fire on Lapis directly with a wave of his arm.
"Run for it!" he tries to yell through it to no great effect. Ugh, there's water in his skull.
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They don't like this at all; fights are terrible and fights with their friends on both sides are worse. Their instinct is to try and stop it somehow, but they know they're more fragile now. Lapis uses real water, not magic. It sort of reminds them of Undyne, the way she's so intent on attacking, and that's not a parallel they've ever seen before. She's normally - well. She's still a lot quieter.
Sans seems to know what he's doing. Undyne wouldn't have made him a sentry if he didn't, right? Besides, he can't actually drown.
There's a moment of hesitation, then Frisk wheels and starts to run for the treeline again. This isn't quite the same as Undyne - they're not going to leave him. If they get somewhere safe, they'll stop and call for more help. They won't even let him out of their sight.
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Thinking Sans is at least temporarily under control, however, she doesn't consider the blaster. The fire of it roars and leaps from the barrel; she doesn't catch it until it's almost too late. Water leaps up to protect her; it sizzles and crackles, consumed in steam.
But it's not quite enough: The superheated liquid that remains gushes back at her, searing past unprotected skin. A shriek tears through her throat like the sound of a downed bird as she tries vainly to protect what's already been affected; the skin blisters with the heat.
Her control of Sans' bubble falters, and the water gushes down his shoulders.
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It's not as if he isn't prepared to hurt people, but knowing that its probably not her fault that she's here in the first place... he hadn't fully anticipated that he'd actually hit her. He calls off the blaster before it does any more damage while she's stunned, but keeps it at the ready.
He doesn't really know how gems work when it comes to getting injured. The hell is he even supposed to be doing right now besides buying time? He steps through a shortcut to somewhere close to her, raising his hands defensively.
"Uh. Hey. If the real you is in there somewhere... now would be a great time to show it off. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't really want you to hurt me either." He coughs some left over water out of his skull.
Either way, he'd like to keep it between the two of them instead of involving Frisk.
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They turn, cringing at the ugly blisters visible on Lapis's skin even from here. Is she going to die? They don't know how Gem souls work. But they're different from humans or monsters: Lapis doesn't eat or drink or sleep. Didn't she say she was made of light? How is she burnt?
That moment of hesitation has them nearly knee-deep in the muddy earth. Attempting to brace themself with a hand on the grass doesn't help, so they just try jumping straight out. Ugh, gross.
"Lapis?" What, like they weren't going to try and help SAVE from here? "You came here for Steven, remember?"
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Her eyes dart up as they both come closer; it's plain that this is a threat to her, and her eyes raking across theirs is a warning. Back. Stay away. She's hurt because of both of them; they're enemies.
Meanwhile, the softness of their voices compete with much louder ones in her brain -- louder, and harsher. The result is like trying to hear in a crowded room . . . and with anxiety and rage and paranoia lashing through, released, it's nearly impossible. Her eyes don't even seem to clearly focus on them; it's as though she sees something else at the same time, as though their very faces are fractured, clouded.
"This isn't home," she grits out. "You changed it -- everything. Do you know how long--"
Sharper, a stronger warning: "I'm not giving him to you. I'm not giving you Steven -- and you're not making me go back!"
The watery mud is starting to bubble at their feet.
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"Welp," he says to Lapis, lifting his hands in a helpless shrug. "Fair enough, pal." In a followup gesture that is deceptively quick, his hands begin to glow. One is gestured towards him and Frisk, their gravity lessened and pushed, bringing them up out of the mud and allowing them to float in mid air. The other is gestured towards Lapis - if it connects, her body will glow blue shortly before the gravity around her abruptly increases, smacking her down into her own mud.
"See ya later, kid," he says, and then flicked his fingers at Frisk. With moon-like lightness, he sends Frisk sailing over the trees with a single magical push, gravity lazily allowing them to glide towards the ground, but not before they are a significant distance away. Sans has shit to do that he doesn't want them to be here for.
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Why he's tossing away his ally is anyone's guess, but she's not going to question.
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He really only sees the mud when it's already going for him. The braided strands of water and earth wrench him towards the ground and down into the mud, the saturated land giving way under the force of his body and effectively half burying him in the same stroke. The upside is that the mud isn't hard enough to crack his fragile bones in its present state. The downside is that, in a matter of moments, he's been resigned to pretty much drowning in it.
He doesn't have the time for much banter besides a rasping sound of objection through his teeth, before calling on his blaster again with what remains of his focus.
"No offense," he manages, trying to pull his face and hand away from muck he's sinking into long enough to aim properly. Now he's shooting for keeps.
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But unfortunately, it makes her more determined to hurt back.
Again streams of water shoot up from the mud -- but this time just outside the ring that holds Sans. This grouping feeds into a summoning: A large, muddy hand that hovers over its victim, palm down. It barely completes itself before it's on its way down, aiming to grind and embed her opponent deep into the mud.
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It's dark down there, and so terribly quiet. He can't move, or see, or breathe, and his self control is rapidly draining through his fingers. He can't teleport out of this - not without a ton more focus than he's got. She hasn't crushed him to bits yet, but he still feels like he's dying.
The magic he ends up releasing is less of a focused attack, and more of an uncontrolled stress reaction caused by the sudden rise of his panic and fear. The gravity of the area begins to shift, rising and falling wildly, globules of mud and water rising and falling from the air. His remaining blaster seems confused without his direct guidance, and starts firing aggressively and randomly in Lapis's general direction - anything to get the sensation to stop.
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And then Frisk is flying away towards the trees. It startles a hiss from them, but no more than that; it feels like when they jumped over Papyrus's special attack, not a real fall. But they thought Sans was just helping them out of the mud! How are they supposed to help like this?
Well, there's one way. It's easy enough to fire off a text to J in midair (Lapis went crazy and is fighting me and Sans, that probably won't cause any panic) before they even have to worry about sticking their landing. There's a lot of trees, but they're going slowly enough, and a wave of their arms proves that they can indeed change their own trajectory a bit.
Frisk narrows their eyes at the trees in thought. How long does the blue magic last?
They angle themself to press their feet against a solid tree trunk, then kick off hard, their jumping boots activating as they leap. This time they let out a strangled squeak at the sudden velocity, right before they're shooting straight back towards Lapis.
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(Weirdly enough, she twists before impact so she strikes first, arms going around them as they roll and roll and roll, hand bracing their head.)
Two bits of good news come from this: One, that both Frisk and Lapis are down, away from the sudden fire of Sans' blasters. (How they manage the luck to avoid the random blasts is anyone's guess.) Two, the muddy fist collapses into ooze, the chains melting to liquid, releasing the pressure on Sans' bones. He's still deep in the mud, but he's no longer held there, if he can take advantage of it.
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Oh, god, it went in his nose hole. Gross, gross, gross.
Wiping mud away from his sockets, Sans is moments away from firing on Lapis the moment he sees her collapsed on the ground - only hesitating when he sees that she is apparently holding Frisk. Damn it, kid, he sent you away for a reason.
"Let them go, Lazuli," he growls, having no idea that Frisk was the one who instigated this situation. The blaster covers, its jaw filling with threatening destructive magic. He's still trying to wrench his legs out of the mud, muck covering almost every inch of his body and clothes.
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The impact is still jarring. It's a moment before they untangle themself from Lapis, mud squelching between their fingers as they push themself upright. They shift aside off of Lapis, but shrink down a little at the sight of the blaster aimed at them. At her.
"Don't - " Lapis still remembers somewhere. She just tried to protect them. Frisk's got enough sense to scoot back from her a little before trying to stand, but they lift a hand as if to ward off Sans. Let's just see what happens.
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But she's not done. And Frisk is perhaps a little too trusting.
She snatches for them suddenly even as her other hand flashes out, sweeps a climbing arc . . . A wave like a muddy tsunami rises, crashing down towards Sans with the aim to flush him away.
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