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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.
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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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Though just barely capable of focusing, he's on point enough to realize that he is probably about to be attacked - so when that wave comes, he's actually capable of short cutting out of the way. He appears a foot or so above the ground on the other side of the wave, hanging in the air with the help of a bit more blue magic.
He tries to grab Lapis in his gravity field again, hoping to hurl he back into the trees - and away from Frisk, more importantly.
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Frisk isn't keen on being grabbed right now, and even less keen on the giant wave aimed at Sans. They try to twist away and, because that often doesn't work, also kick out at her shin. Lapis isn't a monster, so they don't have to worry as much about being gentle with her. It's for the best - a mistake like that would probably have ended with a reset back home.
Maybe they should try calling for help again? That seems like it might freak Sans out.
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Sans' spell ignites around Lapis in a wreath of blue light -- something she barely has time to absorb before she's snatched into the air, feet dangling, scrambling to connect with the ground. At the same time, Frisk's foot connects, causing her to fumble her grip and probably lose them to the mud below with a startled cry -- a cry that blurs to a shriek as she's hurled backward towards the trees. Her bare feet dig long trenches in her wake, her wings blossoming and scrabbling for purchase in the air until she plunges into the forest line . . . where a low tree branch slams into the small of her back.
The impact yanks the shriek from her lungs into a bitten-off yelp, and she falls, slumping into a heap like a broken doll. Her wings flutter, twitch, and recede. Lingering in the same position where she's fallen, she doesn't seem to seek to move quickly, a small shiver running through her frame.
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He shortcuts to Frisk's side, still staring at the place where Lapis settled in the trees. After all of this, he's caught between pressing forward and just running. That experience in the mud was not one he wants to go through again.
He remains frozen there for another few moments, before his expression hardens and all three of his blaster summons appear in the trees and circle around Lapis warily. Taking the shot now would put an end to this for sure, but without knowing what can and can't kill a gem, he doesn't have the stomach for it.
Hah hah.
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She's really not looking good. Frisk cringes a little, guilt stabbing at them even though this wasn't really their fault. They don't know much more about what kills a Gem than Sans does - though they do figure it's not the same as a human. Their bodies are different, after all. A human probably would have been a lot more hurt by now. (A monster would have died a long time ago.) Gems have to be pretty tough.
Still, they reach out to tug at Sans's sleeve when the blasters reappear. She's hurt already, bad enough not to stand back up. They don't need to do all that.
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Weak.
The word thuds in her brain.
Pathetic.
Losing to two inferior Gems that never should have beat you.
Do you want them to beat you?
Do you want to go back?
She draws a breath; it chokes through her lungs. For a moment she feels like spun glass, hollowed out and bird-delicate, as though her insides have been scooped away.
She doesn't want to go back. But she's losing.
Through her eyelashes, she knows they're there: The blasters over her head, wary in their circle. She can see their shadows on the earth. If she moves, they'll fire and she'll shatter. It's done.
Her fingers curl in the dirt -- a small, slow movement hard to see from far away.
She can't win. For the second time, she can't.
A crack forms in the surface of the glass, spreading outward in a hairline fracture.
Useless.
Remember what they did to you.
How they used you.
Fight back.
Loud. So loud. It grinds in her mind like ocean waves ramming into cliffs, wearing away the rock beneath. She's tired, so tired, and she's not even done. Lesedi's spell beats into her consciousness, demanding, insistent: Attack. Cripple. Destroy. Now. Now. Now. MOVE.
The crack is getting bigger.
She wants away.
She has to get away.
She has no plan, only reaction. The mud behind Frisk and Sans rises silently, oozing upward, reforming, reshaping: A last great pillar that doesn't even wait to form the full-fledged fingers of a hand . . .
A hand that slams downward towards the pair in a torrent of water and ooze.
At the same moment, Lapis uses the last reserves of her strength to shove off from the ground, wings re-blossoming, beating, making a last mad escape attempt for the sky.
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The mud crashes down, and it's only when Sans and Frisk emerge from the other side of the shortcut that he realizes it was less of an attack and more of a distraction. He sees her fly off into the distance, and his desire to chase her is extremely minimal.
This is bad. Someone got to Lapis, and bad.
Sans looks down at the mud caked onto his clothes and entire body, rubbing some of his off his coat, and then prying a finger into his ear hole to try to scoop it out.
"Well, that was a wash," he says. "...In that it left me needing one."