NPC Inbox.

[imaginarymods]

NPC INBOX

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code bases by tricklet

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[imaginarymods]

[There's a puff of smoke in response, wispy and barely warm. It pointedly doesn't damage the orb. Instead, it wreathes around it, settling on the metal before dissolving.]

[The liveriver orb begins playing the footage Sans captured behind the Gilded Wall. The approaching horde of Cursed is making noise, the stomping of feet and the rustling of so many bodies in close quarters. Sand and dust puff up around them, making a small cloud. Another puff of smoke, faintly tinted red this time; the umbrella seems irritated and, as this ring of smoke settles, the perspective of the camera shifts, zooming up and in.]

[It focuses on the glitch in the sky. The way it opens, becomes a circle with a darker circle inside. The camera zooms in further. The circle blinks. It's an eye. The camera shakes, but holds on that image.]

[A few moments later, the umbrella blows another puff of smoke. This one is a muddy purple. It settles on the orb, and the camera pans to the spiky mass in the background, rising above the blackened area behind the Wall. It zooms in excitedly — maybe a little too excitedly, because everything becomes pixellated very quickly — and then pulls back, showing as close as it can get. The frame bounces around excitedly.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans watches, though the Cursed are still unsettling even on video. As the video adjusts and shifts, they're obviously not the point here. Okay, the eye is important. The spiky mass is important, enough to be excited about.]

So, are we gonna have to get to that spiky thing? D'you wanna go there, too, or are you gonna hang back and let everyone else do the Cursed dodging?

[There isn't actually any judgment there--Sans would let others do the Cursed dodging, too, ideally.]

[imaginarymods]

[The umbrella’s handle heats up under Sans’s hand at the suggestion of staying back. Seems to be a sore subject. No, it’ll be there. It seems — kind of eager for it? Not for the danger exactly, but chomping at the bit to get it done already.]

[ribticklers]

Okay, got it, you'll be there too. [Don't set him on fire, please. Except he knows burning hands, so maybe he would be fine. Well, don't give him reason to have to test that.] It's a long walk.

[A long walk through extremely hostile territory.]

But if there's something specific for everyone to focus on, that might keep 'em from trying to swim off the island or something.

[They are a chaotic bunch.]

[imaginarymods]

[Something specific to focus on?]

[The handle cools down. Idly, the umbrella sways on its axis of Sans's wrist.]

[After a moment of this, it swings around much further, circling to tap Sans on the skull. Is he the something specific?]

[ribticklers]

[An umbrella swinging at him like that is a little alarming, you know!]

Me? I ain't really a leader type. [Even without all of his memories, he's sure that's way too much responsibility.] But I can tell 'em about that place in the cursed zone and that you're pretty focused on it. If they all know something important's there we're more likely to find a way over there that doesn't involve dealing with a whole ocean of Cursed.

[Now, feeding people information to encourage them to do things he wants them to, that is Sans's style.]

[imaginarymods]

[The umbrella does not seem sorry.]

[It doesn't move again for a little while, though. What does happen, after a little while of stillness, is a sudden sharp gust of wind that cuts through the cabanas, jostling a nearby coconut tree. A coconut slams down onto a rock and cracks neatly in two.]

[It's probably nothing.]