Blanche is honestly shocked by the audacity of these people - he'd held back only a moment, curiosity getting the best of him as he paused to observe Greg and Meril's reaction from between the fabric of space-time. Greg has been steadily improving, but he's still no master. It's already clear that Blanche will have to take this into his hands.
Starting with the skeleton, already going obnoxiously far by zeroing in on that gem.
Blanche snatches Sans out of the air in an effortless blur, his hand becoming blackened and wispy as it closes around his throat. He walks to the edge of the stage, holding the small figure up in the air very casually as he addresses Luce and the Doctor with a most contempt look.
"I'm not sure what you're hoping for, Luce," he says. "You've never had the talent required for this. And you." He turns to Doctor. "Still barely a fledging sorcerer."
He whips his other hand in the direction of Luce and Doctor, a deep thundering sound of bass coursing through the floor beneath them, hard enough to crack the marble.
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Starting with the skeleton, already going obnoxiously far by zeroing in on that gem.
Blanche snatches Sans out of the air in an effortless blur, his hand becoming blackened and wispy as it closes around his throat. He walks to the edge of the stage, holding the small figure up in the air very casually as he addresses Luce and the Doctor with a most contempt look.
"I'm not sure what you're hoping for, Luce," he says. "You've never had the talent required for this. And you." He turns to Doctor. "Still barely a fledging sorcerer."
He whips his other hand in the direction of Luce and Doctor, a deep thundering sound of bass coursing through the floor beneath them, hard enough to crack the marble.