[The whole family had been cursed, or so the story went. He didn't know for sure - he was a stranger in a strange land, but Lancelot had the feeling. It nagged at him, but he had the feeling that he wasn't being told everything. But what was he missing? He didn't know. He came from elsewhere. He didn't have context.
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]
[On the other hand, someone was ready to run away from everything in order to regroup and take on the undead skeletons. However, when she does, it looks like the skeleton crowd was thinning that it could only mean someone else was there.
The smart side of her says keep running, someone else can handle it. The compassionate side of her tells her she needs to help. So she follows the undeed up until...
[The tense and dramatic fighting action of the moment was abated by this comment about his clothing or the...armor, more specifically, which caused him to blink. A decapitated undead skull attempted to chew on his foot, seeing the moment of distraction, weakness. It rolled into battle, not realizing it would bite steel, instead.]
Y-yes?
[Skull-kun, ignored, chomped once and lost a tooth for its trouble. It hissed for the trouble. It probably would've said something more if it had its ribcage and the lack of lungs to draw air from.]
it's okay i was floating in time and it was amazing
[See! That! Everything that followed because of Skull-kun proved her point exactly!
Skull-kun was defeated by a sad attempt to beat Lancelot, but instead ARMOUR happened. It was exactly as Vietnam pointed at! Lancelot's unfair advantage.
So she gestures towards it because do they even need to fight at the moment? Yes, but now she's thinking this is going to be a lot easier.]
[He made the mistake of looking down, which caused him to recoil from the skull, which caused him to accidentally kick the skull, which caused the skull to roll backwards a little bit awkwardly and now all of this feels more awkward than he had anticipated, it is as if all of the dramatic tension and drama of this dramatic fight against necromancers and so on (or whatever it is that's going on) was drained like a small kiddy pool was punctured by a tack.
Does he know what a kiddy pool is, at least the inflatable sort? Probably not, but he feels it. He feels it in his bones.]
Well, it- it would be different if he had the rest of his body.
[Would it be?]
I think.
[What's worse is that he's starting to think not.]
[That was definitely a train of events. Silence followed the awkward roll of skull, which seems to be stuck there, unable to move or attack them, and looking positively angry. Aside from the fact it has no brow to even look mad at them.
But they seem to be safe? Because of this?]
No...I think...if he was here like this in the first place, it really is because you would've won regardless. Skull here probably lost his body in the fight.
[He reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wants to say something encouraging about the skull and, in fact, is feeling oddly as if he bullied said skull. The skull, of course, is just clacking its jaw, biting the air.]
I can't blame... [...] ...him.
[...]
Do you think-
[-that if we were to take the skull and set it up on a pike we could find answers of course not, it has no lips and is just clacking its jaw angrily.
...]
He probably wants some privacy.
[...this is just awkward. The skull doesn't want some privacy, it's just awkward to see it there. Chomping at air. Staring at them.]
[She feels the same. This poor skill has been trying its best, only for it to be defeated by Lancelot's amazing armour. What ever shall it do?]
...Him. Yes. I think it is a him as well.
[She woudl also agree to his plan if they had a way to translate skullism, but since they cannot, all she knows is that it's mad at them. And that's it.]
Should we...turn around?
[A skull that wants privacy wouldn't want them to look at it, right?]
jfc shams i should cry on you on plurk in a second actually
[He has an idea. It's a very stupid idea. He uses one of his swords, and scoops up the skull so that it's on the tip of his swo- no it's a bad idea, look at that fucker try to bite him.
NOM.
NOM.
NOM.
He accidentally flung it into a hole over there. A ravine? A ditch? Something along those lines, but what was he supposed to do when Chompy was going NOM. NOM.
NOM.
Well?]
...
[...totally meant to do that.]
This way.
[This is not the way from whence they came he hears footsteps over there.]
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drops this, leaves
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]
LEAPS
The smart side of her says keep running, someone else can handle it. The compassionate side of her tells her she needs to help. So she follows the undeed up until...
...She finds him with an unfair advantage.]
You have armour?!
apparently didn't catch you in time ig
Y-yes?
[Skull-kun, ignored, chomped once and lost a tooth for its trouble. It hissed for the trouble. It probably would've said something more if it had its ribcage and the lack of lungs to draw air from.]
it's okay i was floating in time and it was amazing
Skull-kun was defeated by a sad attempt to beat Lancelot, but instead ARMOUR happened. It was exactly as Vietnam pointed at! Lancelot's unfair advantage.
So she gestures towards it because do they even need to fight at the moment? Yes, but now she's thinking this is going to be a lot easier.]
Look at that, the skull cannot even beat you!
was it really
Does he know what a kiddy pool is, at least the inflatable sort? Probably not, but he feels it. He feels it in his bones.]
Well, it- it would be different if he had the rest of his body.
[Would it be?]
I think.
[What's worse is that he's starting to think not.]
yes. like real slo mo
But they seem to be safe? Because of this?]
No...I think...if he was here like this in the first place, it really is because you would've won regardless. Skull here probably lost his body in the fight.
[Lancelot: 1; Zombie army: 0.]
Don't go near him, I think he wants revenge.
That sounds pleasant, actually.
I can't blame... [...] ...him.
[...]
Do you think-
[-that if we were to take the skull and set it up on a pike we could find answers of course not, it has no lips and is just clacking its jaw angrily.
...]
He probably wants some privacy.
[...this is just awkward. The skull doesn't want some privacy, it's just awkward to see it there. Chomping at air. Staring at them.]
HEH also does more slo mo
...Him. Yes. I think it is a him as well.
[She woudl also agree to his plan if they had a way to translate skullism, but since they cannot, all she knows is that it's mad at them. And that's it.]
Should we...turn around?
[A skull that wants privacy wouldn't want them to look at it, right?]
jfc shams i should cry on you on plurk in a second actually
[He has an idea. It's a very stupid idea. He uses one of his swords, and scoops up the skull so that it's on the tip of his swo- no it's a bad idea, look at that fucker try to bite him.
NOM.
NOM.
NOM.
He accidentally flung it into a hole over there. A ravine? A ditch? Something along those lines, but what was he supposed to do when Chompy was going NOM. NOM.
NOM.
Well?]
...
[...totally meant to do that.]
This way.
[This is not the way from whence they came he hears footsteps over there.]
CRY ON ME ANY TIME 4 REAL
So she watches. Watches carefully. Watches as...wait, what did he just do?]
Oh.
[Well, it flew. Not that she wasn't expecting that considering it was getting really bitey despite not having a body.]
O-okay. [So she follows as he, having rid them of a vicious foe, starts to move.]