NPC Inbox.

[imaginarymods]

NPC INBOX

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[spaghettimonster]

[It's good to hear Angus is weathering his existential crisis with some memories, and not just being dismayed about puns.]

Giving away a little of their power...? Hmm.

[Papyrus stares vaguely off, weighing the idea against the feelings it raises. The idea of giving away power, that makes sense - he has some magic thanks to some super powerful skeleton gifting it, apparently. But dragons?]

...No, I didn't know that! I guess dragons work differently, where I come from...

[imaginarymods]

[He's going to have to ask about the "dragons where I come from" situation in a little bit. Papyrus knows all sorts of people. For now, though, he just nods.]

That's what I remember. They give a little bit of themselves, like blood, and the person they decide to give their power to can do cool dragon things and dragon magic and . . .

[He trails off.]

I know you already have magic. You might not want any more. But if you did, you could have some of mine.

[spaghettimonster]

[The offer sends Papyrus on something of a face journey of stages of surprise. Surprise and budding pride at the trust implied by the gesture. Surprise and confusion at the idea of sharing magic so literally, and not just as constructs like bones...]

Cool dragon magic? That sounds--

[Key words catch up to his thoughts and he cuts himself off, surprise and alarm winning out, and his jaw drops.]

Your blood?? But, don't you need that to live???

[Angus, don't offer to die for Papyrus. He would never want that!!]

[imaginarymods]

Huh?

[Wow, what an uncharacteristically vague statement for Angus McDonald. Still, he's clearly flummoxed for a moment until he realizes that they are operating on entirely different levels of corporeality.]

Oh. Oh, no, sorry — not all my blood. It'd just be a little bit. See?

[He pulls his hand out from behind his back, finally, to reveal a small vial of blood. It looks like regular boy blood. No little dragon scales floating in it or anything.]

[spaghettimonster]

Huh? I... guess that's just a little bit.

[That vial's about as small as the ones the vending machine used to fling at him. Much smaller than Angus's hand, even.

Truth be told, he has very little idea what regular little boy blood looks like. That vial doesn't have scales floating in it, or anything else that implies it's special dragon blood with magic powers... Is it even glowing..?]

And you're sure... that's okay? It didn't hurt to lose that??

[He feels like he ought to be able to just tell if Angus is injured, at a glance. Maybe it's something to do with his necromantic touch power.]