NPC Inbox.

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NPC INBOX

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code bases by tricklet

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[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.]

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[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.]