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    It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Black Molly on Mon Jan 04, 2016 11:17 am

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    It was the middle of winter and the beaches of the Apache Coastline, though beautiful, were barren. There wasn't much reason for it, aside from the fact that it just wasn't the season for surf and sand. Maybe once things warmed up a little there'd be some traffic.

    It would make sense, then, that almost nobody would be around to see the thing rising from the depths.

    Slowly but surely, a hunched, shaggy figure made its way out of the water, cresting over the waves like a terrible leviathan. Dripping wet and draped from head to toe in seaweed, the creature surveyed its surroundings with the single luminescent yellow eye that shone out from the tangled mass of its body. It groaned and shifted uncomfortably as it staggered onto dry land, raising a veiled hand to absently tear off chunks of its mass. If there were any small children or people with weak stomachs watching, they'd have definitely run away screaming by now. But there weren't, so they didn't.  

    "Eugh. Gross."

    Molly threw the last strip of seaweed away from her face, leaving her soaking wet and covered in smelly ocean plants, but still recognizable. A stiff breeze blew past, and she had to take a second to keep herself from shivering. She'd been in colder conditions, but she'd always been a tropical fish at heart. Speaking of warmer waters, it seemed like that dumb portal was at least kind enough to dump her in the ocean instead of literally anywhere else. Pretty close to the shore, too, though which shore it was she had no clue. It was definitely a lot prettier than most of the beaches she'd seen. Not as much rubble.

    Still taking in the scenery, she dipped a hand into her coat pocket and fished her phone out. As long as she was stranded, she might as well let somebody know. Scrolling through her contact's list, she settled on the first vaguely-responsible person that would be willing to bail her out of this jam: Viktor. Bonesy was a good friend, and while she was never sure if the feeling was mutual, he'd at least try and find the time to pick her up. She lifted the phone up to here ear expectantly.

    "We are sorry. The number you have dialed cannot be reached. But you probably already knew that. Dummy."

    She glared down at the offensive little black rectangle before stuffing it back into her coat. "Figures." She grumbled, heading further up the beach. "Guess I'm gonna haveta do this the ol' fashioned way."

    The ol' fashioned way consisted of Molly cupping her hands around her moth and marching back and forth across the sand, bellowing as she went. "Bonesy! Nighty!" A pause to let her voice carry. "...Melinda?! Literally anyone! I'd settle with DP at this point, fer cryin' out loud!" She found it a little odd that none of her friends seemed to be around, but that didn't stop her from yelling for them. They were probably around here somewhere. The crew was a package deal like that.

    Successful or not, Molly could at least be thankful that there weren't any bystanders around to see her make an ass of herself like this. Because the beach was empty. And there was no one around. Right?

    Right. Totally.
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Papyrus and Sans on Tue Jan 05, 2016 12:37 am

    There were still so many things that the skeletons were getting used to, above ground. Entirely different world or not, the fact remained that it was an incredibly unique experience for the both of them. Even if they weren't transported across all space, time, and reasoning, it would still be just as awe-striking and hard to adjust to as it was now. Papyrus was a simple skeleton - although the world was strange and unique, he wasn't intending to take in all that he could. All he needed to survive basically anywhere was a group of very close-knit and reliable friends, and that's exactly what he found here.

    Sans, on the other hand, was of a different breed. He found himself on just such a shoreline at just such a time to witness something quite odd - a mass, no, a person, rising from the waters. The ocean was something that Sans had only heard about, and never truly had the chance to see while he lived underground. It was one of the many things he wanted to experience with his own two eye sockets, something that he felt his brother would never truly understand. Sans was very existential like this. He couldn't tell you how many days and nights he'd already spent just watching the sun go up and down, still unable to put into words how it made him feel. It's not that living in the underground was particularly bad, per se. But Sans always wanted to walk on the surface. He knew a lot about it even before being transported to the Breach, and he decided that he would hit the beach today.

    Whoever the stranger was that grew so suddenly out of the murky waters, they seemed lost. In fact her frantic yelling and pacing brought about a familiar sight to the skeleton. It reminded him of when he first showed up with his brother, although he didn't think they were as energetically lost as this amphibious soul seemed to be. And if there was someone who needed help, why shouldn't he pitch in?

    Of course, that meant doing things his way. And doing things his way was usually not appropriate. "Heya, friend."

    Huh? Where'd he come from? Honestly, when Molly was searching the beach, she definitely didn't see him before. It's almost like he just ... appeared, out of thin air, when she happened to be looking the other way. That wasn't all, either. He was standing behind a particularly shoddily made wooden kiosk, the kind that children would use to sell lemonade from behind. Except that this stand did have a roof which, curiously, was covered in snow. Snow? Around here? There wasn't any on the ground. Curious. "You need help? Seems like you can use a hand. So, I'll lend you a bone." And so the puns began.

    If you were able to tear your eyes away from the outlandish sight, one may note that Sans was not dressed in his usual garb. Out of friendship, he was wearing a shirt adorning a saying that he agreed with and very baggy pajama pants, marked with a similar design. They were gifts, wrapped and given on the day of 'Christmas', the logistics of such a thing he still didn't fully understand himself. Otherwise he was wrapped up in a blue hoodie, covering just enough of himself to really make you wonder if he was actually a skeleton.

    "I'm not an expert, but maybe I can help a guy out, you know?" He winked. A small sign nailed to the side of the structure read:

    HOTDOGS FOR SALE. ADVICE FOR SALE. FIRST OF EACH IS ON THE HOUSE.

    Well? Do you need advice?
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Kev on Tue Jan 05, 2016 1:11 am

    Indeed, winter was not a time to be visiting the beach. It was a time for snuggling by the fireplace, bodies pressed close to share warmth and perhaps even sharing some hot cocoa. These shores really ought to be visited when the sun was high, and the sand warm to the touch. Who in their right mind would dare come to the beach in the winter, other than somebody that frankly had no say in being dropped down here, and a rather mysterious skeleton man?

    The answer came in the form of two different individuals. They were further down the coastline, far enough away that they wouldn't have seen Black Molly when she first came crawling from the depths like a monster in a B movie. The smaller of these two was Kev, a scaly alien was wrapped up snugly. Several layers of sweaters and jackets covered his torso and arms, making him seem bulkier than he really was. The outermost layer was a red and black plaid jacket. Around his neck were several scarves, one that was striped with an alternating pattern of pale blue and yellow. The other scarf was dark blue, with several white patterns that matched a pair of gloves he was wearing. The finger-less nature of these gloves meant that for the sake of keeping warm, they had been pulled over another pair of gloves, these dark blue. Snug pants and dark boots were satisfactory for keeping his lower body warm, with a pair of thermal pants on underneath for good measure. Lastly, atop his scaly green dome was a thick brown hat with a multicolored fur lining along the inside and around the outer edges of the hat.

    Kev kept close to the shoreline, idly watching the waves splash down onto the sand. With his body bundled up so much, not a lot of his skin was showing aside from that of his face. Even with a smaller surface area, the beams of sun glaring down onto his scales felt rather nice, warming him up some and leaving him with the feeling of being....satisfied. Full. A chilly breeze swept by, and the alien wrapped his arms around his chest to fight the cold off. He focused instead on the warm sunlight for a few more moments before turning his gaze away from the horizon and the sun, and to his companion. "How's our little jelly friend doing?" Kev asked conversationally, tilting his head at the odd creature they managed to snag, now bobbing in a glass jar. A bulbousy body, with little string legs! Though personally, he saw no resemblance to jelly...

    "...Literally anyone! I'd settle with DP at this point, fer cryin' out loud!"

    The alien's head turned sharply in the direction the sound had been coming from, a voice across the wind, or so it seemed. He narrowed his eyes, head tilted. "I didn't think anyone else would be out here..." Why would anyone else be out here? Jellyfishing, sunbathing, and hot dog selling aside... His gaze turned a bit more thoughtful, bunching his arms closer to his chest and turning back to his tall, gangly partner. "Should we go check it out?"


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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 05, 2016 4:52 am

    Because the beach was empty. And there was no one around. Right?

    Wrong.

    Dead wrong; emphasis on 'dead'.

    Skeletons weren't the only thing occupying the beach, and not even twenty yards to the north, just barely out of immediate sight from those who weren't looking hard enough...

    "Mr. Mrsss. Wibblesss isss doing great!" shouted an enthusiastic, incredibly deep voice. Standing beside the alien known as Kev-Mak-Tarr (whom you already met) was a towering superfiend, its skin a putrid green and its freakishly-large hands and feet garnished with inches-long yellow and hard rotten nails. A tetanus shot would do you little good after one slash from these disgusting puppies... Garbed in taut dark-blue leather and wearing what could only be a nightmarish ensemble of sharp pointy bits, a heavy cape, a utility belt with shrunken heads and random padlocks and chains, this creature was not your average beach-goer. In fact, it wasn't your average anything. ...So, what business did it have being at a beach, huh?

    The answer lied in the water-filled glass carboy wedged between the monster's grotesque mitts; something it held most attentively. "Aw, Kev... issn't Mr. Mrsss Wibblesss ssso cute?"

    Mr. Mrs. Wibbles, otherwise known as the poor moon jellyfish left helplessly bobbing up and down in its crystalline prison. It was... currently impossible to discern whether or not the sea critter was content with its latest predicament, or if it was just... well, oblivious to everything entirely. One could never know with jellyfish.

    Pleased with the day's earlier capture, the superfiend who previously wished for the destruction of all life on Portal Breach happily kept the jellyfish close to his emaciated chest - more about the destruction of all life later. "Livewire will be ssso thrilled to sssee a jellyfisssh up clossse and persssonal," it hissed. If it wasn't mentioned already, the unseemly ghoul had a lisp that made even the most long-winded of reptiles pale in comparison. "I bet ssshe isss going to sssqueal with delight, ha ha. Sssay... how do we take care of a jellyfisssh, anyway?"

    Undeads.

    Never the sharpest tools in the shed, unless they were a lich - this wasn't one.

    "Should we go check it out?"

    Ethereal eyes blinked, the fiend picking up its stony gaze to better stare at present company. "Check what out?" it asked, clueless. A cursory scan of Kev's mind directed the ghoul's attention elsewhere, to what was apparently a quirky sea creature that had just emerged from the briny depths. Something, something, irritation, something, lazy, etc... Oh. "Oh hey, Kev! Methinksss there are people on the bea - oh... You already knew that, huh?" Dreams and hopes, dashed. Well! You don't get to be a centuries-old undead by being a quitter. The shambling cadaver gave Mr. Mrs. Wibbles one last gentle shake of the carboy and set out to further inspect these active minds, leaving humongous footprints in the sand. "Come on, then!" did it loudly urge. "Let'sss go sssnoop and make right nuisssancesss of ourssselvesss. Ssstep that ssscaly buttocksss of yoursss into high gear, Kev!"

    Hmm... don't suppose they knew how to care for a jellyfish, did they?
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Black Molly on Tue Jan 05, 2016 8:47 am

    She sighed, shoulders sagging just a little bit. No answer. Nothing. If any of her friends were here, they'd probably have come running by now, or at least yelled back at her to shut up. It was a little disappointing, but she wouldn't be deterred by a lack of response. Puffing out her chest, she continued her bellowing.

    "C'mon, lads! Ye might as well show yerselves if yer here! An' if this be some kinda joke on ol' Molly, lemme tell ye, it stopped bein' funny ten minutes a--"

    "Heya, friend."

    Molly whipped around to face the new voice, one hand hovering over the sword clipped to her belt. She eased up a little when she saw that it was just a simple, relatively nonthreatening skeleton, though her stance still carried tones of aggression with it. She hadn't met that many skeletons personally, but the vast majority of them had tried to kill her, so you could forgive her for being a little wary.

    "Errr. Ahoy there!" She called, giving an awkward little wave as she approached the stall. She wasn't sure where it'd come from, but she knew that hadn't been there before. Hadn't it? Whatever.

    "You need help? Seems like you can use a hand. So, I'll lend you a bone. I'm not an expert, but maybe I can help a guy out, you know?"

    She groaned a little under her breath. Ugh, he was one of those, wasn't he? As if she didn't get enough skeleton jokes at home. Still, he was right. She was lost, and she needed answers. Not that she trusted him to know everything, but the least he could do was give her an explanation. If she wasn't so confused, she'd have probably tried to shake something out of him anyway. Her eye darted to the sign, then to the skeleton, then back to the sign, then to the skeleton again.

    She shrugged. Not like things could get any worse. And far be it from Molly to turn down free food.

    "Aye, guess I could us a little guidance. An' I am feelin' a mite peckish. Go ahead an' gimme one'a those famous franks'a yers an' we'll talk. Relish an' mustard, light on the ketchup, iffin ye please." Molly tilted the soggy brim of her hat back, leaning up against the stand. She probably should've asked for advice first, then hot dogs, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten, and those hunger pangs were starting to creep up on her. She'd done a lot of important stuff in her life only kinda knowing what was going on, so why would this be any different?

    Apparently it was different, since while she waited for her steaming hot dawg to be prepared, Molly glanced around to see two indistinct shapes approaching from the north. She squinted, brow furrowing as she tried to get a better look at them. It occurred to her that maybe taking off her eyepatch would help, since both of her eyes were completely intact and functional, but no. She couldn't just do that in front of a stranger and break that whole air of mystery. It wouldn't be cool enough. So instead she just had to go on what she could see without depth perception.

    The first one wasn't terribly threatening. Around her height, kinda bulky-looking, probably all wrapped up in a bunch of winter junk. Just the sight of it made Molly realize how cold she really was, and she fought to contain another shiver. The other one was a different story, though. He was big, not as big as some of the foes she'd faced down, but still pretty big. Though it was just a silhouette, she could make out spikes and decorative bat wings, both classic evil accouterments. It wasn't anything she could act on right now, but it definitely wasn't giving her good vibes.

    "Don't s'pose they be the 'advice' part'a this here operation." She said, still not taking her eye off of the approaching figures. "Friends'a yers, I take it?"
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Papyrus and Sans on Tue Jan 05, 2016 2:13 pm

    Light on the ketchup? Man, what weirdo. But Sans complied, reaching under the desk and dropping an uncooked hotdog wiener onto the wood. It was frozen solid, probably inedible. He then tossed it up, lodging it firmly into the snow that draped the rickety roof. San's unassuming grin never vanished, leaning one elbow on the surface and resting his chin in his hand. "Just like it says, first one is on the house." He winked. He thought it was pretty funny honestly, and besides, who doesn't love a good joke? His brother didn't appreciate his humor, but some people thought that Sans was a good Comic.

    Something seemed to catch the stranger's eye, as in her only eye, if her patch denoted anything. He glanced to the side and noted the approaching company. The silhouettes were definitely a sight for sore eyes, but as they got closer, San's relaxed smile only got larger and larger. Who knew that those two would be out for a walk on the beach today? He shrugged at the pirate's inquiry. They did, in fact, happen to be friends'a his.

    "Yeah, I know those guys. Pretty nice guys too, even if the other one is just a bag of bones." Ba-dum, tsh. A master of his craft, naturally. "But they're not really a part of this or anything. Heck, this isn't even an operation." He shrugged again, chuckling to himself. It was great that they were here though, it was always nice to meet with some good friends unexpectedly. "They could probably help you a little better than me. They're kind of pros when it comes to this place."
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Kev on Tue Jan 05, 2016 5:46 pm

    Mr. Mrs. Wibbles...a good name, considering they couldn't really tell what gender their little jellyfish friend was. How do you identify a jellyfish by gender anyway? Length of the dangly string legs it had? In any case, Kev leaned in closer and wiggled his fingers at the bobbing creature inside. It looked borderline transparent, and all sorts of odd. The alien had been tempted to touch it when they first caught it, Mr. Mrs. Wiggles looked incredibly plush! Reason had won out over curiosity, and so this jar would be the closest he would get to petting the jellyfish inside. "Great!" Finding that little thing had been hard, but it was worth it to get a better look at it, and now they could see Livewire's face when she got to see a moon jellyfish! Kev's eyes lifted from the glass container to Fear's metal helm and his glowing ocularea, and he gave the ghoul a firm nod. "The cutest jellyfish I've ever seen!" It was technically the truth, seeing how the alien hadn't seen very many of them at all.

    Fear's question had been missed by the alien however, distracted by the sound of yelling in the distance. Kev stared back up at his companion with an almost blank look in his eye, blinking and urging himself to focus. What had Fear just said...? ...Oh! Right, of course. An arm wrapped around the corpse's back as best as he could manage with their height difference, hand patting him lightly. "She's going to love seeing that little jellyfish. I bet it'll brighten her day!" The second thing Fear asked though... Kev raised a finger and idly scratched the side of his own chin. "Hm..." Fish needed to be in tanks, right? And fed fishy flakes? Or maybe jellyfish ate jelly... A sufficient amount of pondering later and Kev's final answer was a clueless shrug. "You've got me! Maybe the library'll have something..."

    Fear himself had been distracted too, by their new floaty friend. Patiently, Kev reminded him with another pat on the back. "The yelling." Kev shrugged at him again, communicating that he had no idea what exactly the yelling had been about, hence the idea to check it out. The ghoul's cogs ticked, Kev feeling the mental presence as Fear brought himself up to speed and chuckling lightly. "Yeah, I already knew." The trip out to the seaside really had done Fear some good it seems, the shambling corpse was in high spirits. Now that he realized the situation, Fear immediately lead the way. Though Fear was slower, he had a larger gait. The alien followed after in a light job, attempting to make up for the difference in leg height. "My buttocks are in the highest gear they can go!"  He countered as he caught back up with him, giving the glass jar a glance to make sure the jellyfish hadn't been shaken too much. Mr. Mrs. Wiggles was still in one piece, bobbing still, and so Kev directed his gaze forward as his boots dug their own little footprints into the sand, gait slowing to a more normal pace.

    His large eyes centered on the horizon as they approached it, eventually Kev could make out some shapes that were coming closer and closer, as the two of them walked. The most noticeable shape was a little...building of some kind? Nothing like a house, but definitely a little...hut or something. The alien brought a hand up to shield his eyes, narrowing them to get a better look. Ah, looked like a lemonade stand! Been a couple of years since he'd last seen one. Inside it was a white figure, definitely pale, with...blue clothes on? And beside the little stand was a skinny dark figure. As the two of them came steadily closer and closer, he could make out details, enough to realize that the one inside the stand was Sans! "Oh Fear, it's Sans!" He looked to Fear excitedly before pumping a hand up to wave at the skeleton, calling out to him. "Hi Sans!" No sign of his brother... For the figure next to him was too fleshy to be Papyrus. Kev's head quirked to the side curiously at the person who looked...very much like a fish or something. "He's with someone I've never seen before...might be somebody new."

    Finally, they were close enough that no one would need to shout, or in Kev's case, project his telepathic voice over a distance. They came to a stop next to the kiosk, and Kev glanced at it for a moment. Definitely new, a bit...shoddy when you see it up close...was that snow? His eyes roamed the sand around the building before looking at the sign. "Huh, I didn't know you sold hot dogs, Sans. Nice new clothes, too!" Inwardly, Kev was a little proud that the clothes seemed to confirm Sans' fondness for ketchup. Good call, Fear! But, right! There was somebody new! Kev turned to the fishy person, who had frilled cheeks, sharp teeth, and an eye-patch. Kev reached out lightly with his telepathy, barely grazing the stranger's mind as he raised a hand and waved. "Hey, I'm Kev. Did you just arrive?" The telepathic voice was gentle, almost wary. Some people didn't exactly like having a stranger in their mind after all!


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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 05, 2016 8:33 pm

    Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. There were people on the beach and their minds were deliciously active. Perfect! The ghoul wouldn't have been able to find them any other way. Of course, not unless Kev decided to be a real peach and offered his colourful field of vision to the undead. All previous conversation between the mismatched couple was lost to the ages as the fiend eagerly shambled toward a familiar face and a... not-so familiar face. A creature of habit, the towering undead addressed its skeletal buddy first. "Hello, Sssansss! I sssee you are dressssed rather sssaucily today." Told you, Kev. Told you Sans had a thing for ketchup like whoa. Oh, hang on a tic... What's with the shabby shack and the sign?

    Ghostly lights masquerading as eyes flickered in the ghoul's black iron helmet, its mind processing this new information at a slow, gradual rate. Dial-up for the unliving, essentially. "...Oh, you are ssselling sssomething? And all the way out here? Huh. I didn't realize how much of an entrepreneur you were, Sssansss." Hot dogs and advice, was it? A rotten fingernail idly scratched beneath the fiend's bony chin, its leathery skin coarse and paper-thin. "I think I ssshall take... a hot dog, yesss. And sssome advice. Sssansss, do you know how to take care of a jellyfisssh? Look, thisss isss Mr. Mrsss. Wibblesss!" As if anyone nearby couldn't figure that out already. It gave the glass carboy another light shake and eagerly rapped its spindly fingers against the reflective surface. The jellyfish didn't seem to mind. "I caught it for Livewire ssso ssshe can admire a jellyfissssh up closssse," it hissed. "We don't plan on letting her keep it, but we'd at leassst like for it to live long enough for her to appreciate."

    Aaaand this is the part where the undead remembered the second active mind it had come to investigate. Pivoting upon its heels in a rigid fashion, an unsettling presence draped itself around this black-skinned mer... uh, mer-person(?). A pair of otherworldly eyes stared down at them, unwavering and piercing; as if something was digging through the mer-person's life - judging.

    The air suddenly felt ten times colder than before.

    The air also smelled ten times worse than before...

    "Hmm... methinksss thisss perssson hasss been flattened," rasped the undead. A predatory urge traveled down the line between itself and a certain scaly alien. "It would be a ssshame if sssomething awful happened to them, out in the middle of nowhere and with no sssign of aid for milesss... Wouldn't you agree, gentlemen?" Ahh... smells like chum in the waters and opportunity. Fortunately, whatever wicked urges the undead entertained were quickly abated, for it had much more important things on the soggy brain. Liiiike... "Hey! You came out of the great blue yonder and look like a fisssh," it remarked, albeit rather insensitively. If they looked like a fish, came out of the ocean, and was slimy all over... surely they would know how to take care of other fishy things, right? Undead logic, not even once."Do you know how to take care of jellyfisssh? Oh, and my name isss Fear. I like purging the living, ha ha."

    ...Well, at least it was honest.
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Black Molly on Tue Jan 05, 2016 11:16 pm

    It might've been funny to him, but Molly looked at the skeleton like he'd just kicked her dog. He kinda had, in a manner of speaking. Gob globbit, now she really was hungry. In hindsight, she probably should've just brought something with her when she went out today, but thinking things through had never really been her forte. For now, all she could do was slowly shake her head while turning her attention back to the approaching strangers.

    She would've taken some more time to mourn her poor, lost sausage if it weren't for the voice suddenly being broadcast into her head. It was a friendly voice, or as friendly as you could sound directly beaming your thoughts into somebody's cranium, but that didn't stop her from feeling the slightest bit uneasy. Her tolerance for telepathy had strengthened a little after hanging out with Nova for so long, but the idea of somebody rooting around in her dome piece made her cringe a little.

    It wasn't long until she figured out why they were doing it. Once the two of them were finally close enough to see in detail, Molly couldn't help but notice that the smaller one, a green, scaly thing with big, wide eyes, had absolutely no mouth. Initial surprise aside, she did a spectacular job of not staring. You saw all kinds of weird junk just bumming around Ooo, and her standards for strange had been lifted considerably. Besides, his pal over there kinda drew the eye away.

    It took a second for her to actually realize that he was trying to say hi. She jolted a little, embarrassed at having been caught off-guard, but eased quickly back into a sort of casually heroic posture, chest puffed out, shoulders squared. "Ahoy, Kev! Sans over here was just talkin' about ye." She nodded over to the skeleton, trying to seem familiar even though she'd just heard his name a few seconds ago. "If be 'arrived', ye mean washed ashore like bloody piece'a driftwood, then aye, that I did. The name's Black Molly, fiercest pirate on the sev--"

    She would've continued her boast if it weren't for the other one turning his attention to her. Molly didn't even need to look at him to know he was staring, she could feel his eyes raking over her. It felt cold. She supposed it fitted his general vibe, though. She'd thought he was bad from a distance, but up close it was even worse. A warty green wall of chains and leather, shrunken heads strung from his belt, a pair of ghostfire eyes gazing out from an iron helmet. If you looked up 'bad guy' in the dictionary, you wouldn't find him, but it'd be pretty close. His entire outfit might as well have been made of red flags, it was so bad.

    So Molly, being the adventurous gal that she was, did the only sensible thing she could think of. She stared back, glaring right through the slits in his helmet, pushing down the creeping dread welling up in her stomach. "Didn't yer mum every teach ye not ta stare?" She finally grunted, hands balling up into fists.

    The gut feeling only got worse when he started talking. He sounded like a snake gargling asphalt and rusty nails, and the actual words didn't help any. First a vague threat, then... something about taking care of jellyfish? And an introduction. 'Fear'. What a surprise.

    Molly gaped a little, her resolve broken by the sudden line of questioning. "Uhh, jellies? 'Fraid I don't know much about 'em. I mean, they be pretty low-maintenance critters. Just give 'em enough space ta swim an' sprinkle in a meal here an' there an' they'll be good." It wasn't much, but it'd definitely help. Just some stuff she'd learned while begging her dad to let her bring home a box jelly when she was 9.

    Oh wait, she was mad at this guy, wasn't she? "An' just where do ye get off thinkin' I know all that?! I mean, I do, but that be beside the point!" She barked.
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Papyrus and Sans on Wed Jan 06, 2016 12:47 am

    "Hey, Kev."

    He directly addressed the alien when he got close enough to talk to. Sans didn't like talking about people behind their back, even though he wasn't doing it in a negative way. They formed a little group on the beach, probably the only people here for miles. But then again, where had that assumption lead the last person who thought they were alone by the sea? "Not hotdogs. Hotdog." He pointed to the hotdog lodged in the ice, forever to be frozen solid. "Sorry Fear, that was the first and only 'dog. On the house." Somehow he was still chuckling at his own joke. Honestly, he thought it was hilarious, but his fishy friend didn't seem to find his jokes to be in good taste. "You can't ever run out of advice, though. Not that I know anything about jellyfish. Strange little guys, aren't they?" Wandering eyes eventually found the jarred specimen, noting its uniquely artificial appearance. Of course it was alive, but who would have ever thought that? Things were strange above ground.

    "Seems like our new friend knows more about it than me. But I'm sure Livewire will have fun with the jelly. Say, why do they call them jellyfish? Do they like jelly? Or maybe fish?" Shrugging, he shook his head. "Beats me. Maybe they like both. Or maybe they don't." His quick conversation with the undead was halted when he suddenly noted the presence of the strange person that started it all. Things got... weird, so to speak, for a moment. San's smile didn't disappear, but it did fade. What was Fear doing? Sans was unfamiliar with his power but he'd dealt with incredible power before even if he didn't look like a powerhouse himself. It seemed as though they were irritating their company, however.

    Disarming the situation was usually the best course of action here. "Well, you are kinda fishy. You got the gills and all. In fact, you remind me of my friend, Undyne. She had gills too. She was cool, I bet you'd like her, Molly." Sans would probably kill to see Undyne again, or any of his past friends, for that matter. But who wouldn't? "There's no reason to get angry though. We're all friends here, just pallin' around." On a cold beach in the middle of winter. You know, like everyone else. Still, Sans could understand her confusion, discomfort, and even moreso probably the feeling of being encroached upon by strangers. He didn't account for the other two to be here today even if they would make explaining things easier.

    "It's actually pretty good luck that you ran into us, Molly. I'm Sans, but you already know that, and these are my friend Kev and Fear." A skeleton, an alien, an undead judge, and a fish. There's a joke in there somewhere, and Sans was dying to ... fish it out. "If you're new here, we can get you pointed in the right direction. Or, you know, any direction."
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Kev on Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:28 pm

    Saucily? Was ketchup a sauce? Like the barbecue sauce stuff? Huh...you learn something new everyday, even if it was in pun form. Also discovered in pun form, was the status of Sans' hot dogs. Kev hadn't even noticed the dog that was sitting amongst the clump of snow, dismissing the oblong figure since there was so much snow... Now that Sans called attention to it, he could tell that it looked...unappetizing. There went the hot dog for Fear, and as for advice? Sans knew as much about jellyfish as the two of them did. A shame, but understandable. Still, Fear's enthusiasm as he should Sans their little fishy friend was rather endearing, not to mention nice! Made Kev's chest warm, it did. If only it were actually warm and could provide heat...but oh well. That was like asking for the moon! It gave him a silly kind of happiness, and he turned his head to let Sans and Fear talk amongst themselves, focusing instead on the new person.

    A person with an...interesting dialect! Or was it an accent? Whatever it was, it caused the alien to blink as if surprised, before leaning in with interest. Ahoy...what a cool word. Sounded...piratey! "Oh?" He glanced to Sans and winked. "Good things, I hope." He teased idly. And as for just arriving, apparently this poor lady fish appeared in the middle of the ocean and was was ashore! Kev winced, though at least she didn't look worse for wear. A bit soggy perhaps, maybe a bit of salt and sand or something, but she hadn't been eaten by anything or thrown into some coral. She got around to introducing herself, but seemed to be interrupted by something. From the feeling in the air and the sensation in his own mind from the link, Kev could wager a guess...

    The scaly alien turned his head to squint at his partner, eyes narrowing in warning. Now Fear...no need to scare her off... Of course, the corpse was like a dog that had found a new bone to chew on, his gaze burning down upon the fish woman who reacted...well, like most people would. At her irritation, and the feel of the air getting chilly, smelling heavy with rot, Kev prodded Fear's side with an elbow. A soft nudge, but hopefully enough to jostle him out of the staring...? Or just jostle him into speaking, which was what Fear did next. "It'd be a shame, yes. Which is why nothing awful will happen to her, right?" Nudge nudge nudge. An abrupt change of gears, and now Fear was asking her about jellyfish care. And of course, introducing himself in the best way.

    Kev shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from slapping himself in the forehead. At least Fear had found a different subject to move onto. The man was still learning, after all. "Space to swim and a meal, sounds easy enough! Thank you, Black Molly." Just when it seemed all was at peace though, it seems Fear had insulted Black Molly, by assuming that as a fish, she would know fish care facts. Oh no, fish racism! Thankfully Sans was there too, a rather mellow fella who was quick to wave away any possible insults and even spoke of a fish friend of his own. He insisted they were all pals and Kev nodded fervently. "Yeah, we're all here on the beach, doing our own thing, all stuck in the same situation. We don't have to fight, right...?" Hands now grasping onto one of Fear's arms, he stroked it gently and lightly, almost soothing. Kev looked back at Molly with an apologetic look. "Fear didn't mean anything by it, he's just...he's, well...! Different. And he doesn't think about that stuff sometimes. He likes to ruffle people's feathers." The corpse liked to get reactions, and boy howdy did he get a reaction. The alien's gloved hands continued stroking the corpse's thinner arm as Sans switched topics.

    At being introduced again, Kev nodded his head to her, hands rather busy at the moment. "Yeah, there's not a whole lot to see here on the beach. I actually arrived here when I first came too, though I just dropped onto the shore part. I think if I fell in the ocean I'd have drowned just from the sheer shock of the situation..." Suddenly transported to another world and deposited into the ocean? Oh there'd be flailing, but the alien likely would have just panicked.


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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Fear on Wed Jan 06, 2016 9:21 pm

    So many things happening at once! What was a poor undead to do? Okay, okay. Baby steps, nice and slow...

    First, the hot dog - because Fear really wanted that hot dog. The hot dog that was, quite literally, on the 'house' and frozen solid. It took a moment for the fiend's rusty old gears to get creaking along, but when they did... "Ha ha, clever! I get it. A hot dog on the houssse," he hissed. Still, Fear wanted his hot dog and by Jove he was going to have it. He reached up with a gangly limb and plucked the inedible sausage right off the shack's roof, waving it in front of a very receptive Mr. Mrs. Wibbles; who... wasn't very receptive, but don't tell him that. "Look, Kev! I think Mr. Mrsss. Wibblesss isss hungry. Let'sss give 'em thisss wiener and sssee what happensss." Because science and morbid curiosity, yeah? So into the carboy the hot dog went, where it was left to sink all the way to the bottom with a hollow - thud. Alright! That's one hungry jellyfish now pleased as punch. ...What comes next, again? Something about an irritated fi -

    "Didn't yer mum every teach ye not ta stare?"

    Oh right, the mer-person!

    The irritated mer-person who was giving their best display of a hardened spirit. You know what this means...

    In true Fear fashion (something this mer-person may grow to extremely dislike), the ghoul took whatever verbal fuel was lobbed at him and, well, returned fire. He was provocative like that. "Me mum? Ha ha, I probably sssentenced her in a purge," was his casual response. Read: killed, but anyone with a fully intact brain could figure that out.

    Now, this is where things should have eased over and left the port, but gosh darn it, Kev! You just had to keep nudging. And nudging, and nudging, and before you know it... the dog that had just tasted a new bone was no longer content with being incessantly reminded of its poor social behaviour. A low growl escaped the undead's collared throat and the temperature plummeted even further. Frost radiated outwardly from the fiend's hands, gradually creeping over the jellyfish's container. That most definitely wasn't natural... "I get it, Kev. You don't need to keep nudging me, Kev." Fear was just sizing up the little lass! What's wrong with that, huh?

    ...Oh, but the stroking was nice. Keep doing it.

    Clearly the discussion required little (if nothing) of Fear's expertise on much anything, so he silently tuned out. Sans was being the friendly jokester that he was, Kev was being an annoying but mild-mannered fellow, and... Molly, as she was called, interacted fairly well. Yep! They all didn't need him, which meant he was just going to -

    "Fear didn't mean anything by it, he's just...he's, well...! Different. And he doesn't think about that stuff sometimes. He likes to ruffle people's feathers."

    ...And what's that supposed to mean, huh!?

    "An' just where do ye get off thinkin' I know all that?! I mean, I do, but that be beside the point!"

    Golly!

    It was an attack from all sides! Except Sans, because he was pallin' around.

    "Sss... I do not take kindly to being called 'different'; I wasss one of four Dark Judgesss tasssked with eradicating all iniquity, a herald of the one, true law! Kev, you are cruisssing for a bruisssing, mate." Different, psshaw... How thoughtless of the alien to say! And as for the mer-person and her verbal swashbuckling... Those ghostfire eyes only flared in their brilliance, the fiend's rotted fingernails lightly raking against the carboy's surface. "Becaussse you are a fisssh... perssson!" he hissed, defending his earlier statement. "You came out of the bloody ocean, mm... You've gillsss, pointed teeth, and sssmooth ssskin; if it walkssss like a duck and talksss like a duck, sssavvy?" That wasn't so hard to grasp, was it? Maybe it was in Fish-Land, Fear didn't know.

    What he did know, though, was that this journey to the beach was turning into a really fun outing. Caught a jellyfish, spent time with Kev, met up with Sans, and is duking it out with a feisty soul! That's much better than staying at the house and hiding all of Percy's rocks.

    "Hu hu hu... Thanksss for the advice," Fear chortled. "I will try to remember and keep Mr. Mrsss. Wibblesss happy. Isssn't that right, Mr. Mrsss. Wibblesss?"

    It, like the hot dog, would be fine one way or another.
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Black Molly on Wed Jan 06, 2016 10:51 pm

    Molly leaned forward, a growl starting to build in her throat as she bared her teeth. Fear was scary, scarier than scary, but she couldn't acknowledge that. If she faltered here, even if for a moment, then he'd have won. Not that this had started as a competition, but it was now. A game of psychological chicken.

    Okay, that didn't sounds as cool as she might've liked, but it was pretty apt. Neither of them were willing to back down anytime soon, no matter how much Sans and Kev tried to play peacemaker. She appreciated their efforts, honestly. She wouldn't know what she'd do without somebody to keep her grounded, no matter how much she complained about it. But she could tell that Fear was capital E Evil even before he started talking, and there was no way on Grob's green Ooo she'd just stand there and take it. That's what being a hero was about, right? Evil triumphs when good fish do nothing and all that. Besides, she'd never been on especially good terms with the law, alignment notwithstanding.

    "Listen here, mate. Ye got no place tellin' me what is an' ain't offensive, especially regardin' me own heri--!" She stopped mid-tirade, her voice trailing off. In a rare show of good judgement, she was actually starting to have second thoughts about this. Not that she wasn't 100% willing to take a swing at this fool, but on the other hand, she was already in a pretty perilous position, and did she really want to risk dragging two innocents into this? Sighing, Molly took a step back, trying to ignore the light sheen of frost creeping over her skin. "Aye, he's... different alright. Suggest ye keep 'em on a tighter leash next time." If there ever was a next time. She pointed to her eye, then at both of Fear's in a 'I'm watching you' kind of gesture before crossing her arms and backing further away to nurse her wounded pride. Granted, the power of it was a little reduced with just the one eye.

    The message was clear, though. He'd won the battle, but the war was far from over.

    Now that that matter was settled, at least for the moment, it was on to more important things. More important things than starting a fight, if you could believe it! "S'no problem, though. The advice thing, I mean." She said, still a little sullen. "So, like the man said, howsabout ye repay me with a little guidance'a yer own? This's been yer port'o call fer a while, ain't it? What be the skinny on this place? Didn't exactly get a brochure on me way in." She smirked, trying to bring a little humor back into the conversation.

    Please let everyone forget she almost tried to fight a leather-clad zombie policeman.
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Papyrus and Sans on Wed Jan 06, 2016 11:24 pm

    Sans was glad that somebody appreciated his humor, and at the end of the day what more could a guy ask for? He never expected what came next to happen, though. Fear just reached right up and... well, he took it. He took the hotdog. The frozen wiener. And then shoved it into the jellyfish's tiny carboy. Not that Sans had a problem with that, he didn't want the hotdog back or anything, but somehow he doubted that jellyfish ate hotdogs. Unless they did, which made them pretty cool guys. Truthfully, Sans didn't know how to feel about Fear. His motives were strange and it always felt like there were just a few screws loose in his head, and Sans had been particularly wary of mister tall-dark-and-scary since they first met. They might have the whole not-living (although Sans was very much alive, he would argue) thing in common but he knew trouble when he smelled it. Maybe Fear could pick up on his suspicion, but somehow he doubted that it would phase the creature at all.

    They were pals of course, but Sans was always vigilant. Somehow, he felt like he had been betrayed before, perhaps by someone very close to him who went beyond all rhyme and reason to stab him right in the back. Or maybe it was the chest... regardless, Sans was more than meets the eye. And he knew the same with Fear, who only further escalated the situation by announcing his discontent with Kev's interference. It sounded like he had a pretty prestigious job at some point but like everyone else who washed up on these shores, it meant nothing. And yet only a fool would ignore the sheer killing intent emanating from the being. Curious, indeed.

    Luckily the situation did manage to defuse itself, what with Molly pulling out of the conflict. Not easy to do but Sans respected the decision. He knew a bad confrontation when he saw one but it was time to move on. "Woulda preferred a brochure. I mean, you know how convenient that would be? All the information you gotta know, right there in your hands. Sounds like a good deal to me." Maybe there was someone he could talk to about that. Maybe those 'Iso's' he'd heard about. "But it's probably better to start at the beginning. See, I don't know where you come from, but you kinda can't go back. Yeah, it's weird, but that's just how things are here. Welcome to this brand new place, friend." New, definitely, and with the subtle hint of darkness forever moving on the edge of perception. Sans would never complain about being above ground and yet he could feel it, this foreboding sensation that their presence here was for a darker purpose. This was the kind of thing he was good at, digging up the stuff other people would never dream of interacting with. Maybe the others knew that too, but as great as the Breach was, something about it unsettled him.

    Hopefully Molly would be spared from that reality in her adjustment. "But don't worry, there's a lot of nice people here. I think you'll like it."
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    Re: It Came From Beneath the Sea!

    Post by Kev on Thu Jan 07, 2016 12:18 am

    When they received advice to keep Mr. Mrs. Wiggles fed, Kev had figured that they would go put in some research, find out what jellyfish ate, or perhaps just a bit of trial and error. What Kev did not expect was for Fear to snatch a bloody hot dog off of the roof and push it into the hole of the glass container, the frozen dog sinking to the bottom like a heavy decoration. For their part, Mr. Mrs. Wiggles just sort of...bobbed about. Didn't really...react to the hot dog, certainly didn't start eating but...also didn't die! A good sign, right? "I hope jellyfish can eat hot dogs..." At least someone might get to sample Sans' hot dogs. And the advice was definitely being put to good use!

    Kev's interference was not so appreciated by the Dark Judge, growling lowly and creating a layer of frost around the jar. Kev shivered as the cold air tried to permeate his layers, leaning away from Fear and putting his hands up to show he had backed off and wasn't going to nudge him even more. "Yes sir, I'll stop nudging. You've got it, now I've got it." Old cadet habits slipped through, voice turning a bit more formal before the alien indicated to the jar with a finger. "Might uh...wanna be careful. We don't want to bring a jelly-sicle back to Livewire, do we?" The stroking got a better reception, and so Kev eagerly continued. Were company not around he'd probably get a bit closer, but as things were, stroking the length of his arm was fine by Kev. A good placating gesture! ...Until Kev spoke that is.

    He flinched, before fixing Fear with a steely look. "That's what I meant! I-." The alien cut himself off with a sigh, hands gripping Fear tightly as the steely look faded into something softer. "I didn't mean to offend you, Fear. I was just trying to help." Help settle the conflict, help the two of them not go at each other's throats...which happened anyway. Fear kept right on going, and Black Molly initially did as well. She cut herself off right in the middle, apparently deciding to take a step back from this conflict, which was born from a misunderstanding. Perhaps they could come to a better understanding-

    Black Molly wrote:"Aye, he's... different alright. Suggest ye keep 'em on a tighter leash next time."

    "..." ...Ah. Maybe that was why he didn't want to be referred to as...different. Like a cold breeze all its own, the words somehow dug deep into him, through the layers of his clothes and into his scales. Kev pulled his hands away from Fear, relinquishing all physical contact with the corpse. "Fear and I are equals. There is no leash. I'm sorry for the confusion." The words came out firmly. Not angry, not happy either though. More than anything, Kev wanted to be like the crab and go hide in the sand, embarrassed and a little ashamed that his behavior had caused Black Molly to come to that conclusion. Instead of digging a hole, the alien just kept his arms at his side and his gaze at the sand. He dreaded Fear's reaction to that, whether he lashed at Molly or Kev himself... If anymore conflicts came about, he wouldn't try to hold Fear back. Sans seemed better at being a mediator anyway.

    The subject had changed to some advice for Black Molly, now. Made sense, coming to a new world and all... Sans tackled it first, doing a rather fine job of explaining the situation and Kev kept quiet as he did. Arms folded across his stomach instead, merely listening before finding a spot where he could chime in. "I don't know about a brochure, but there is a map in the Sanctuary, or on the bulletin board. Both are in the city and in...basically the same spot." A useful thing to have, for sure. "The city also has an Inn, where you can stay for free. If you find somewhere else to live though, you're free to move out. There's free food there too. The city has a lot of things, but there's a lot to explore around here too. Lots of environments and people. But, staying close to the city near the beginning might be a good idea. It's the safest place to be in case something dangerous happens."


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