thisavrou | 01- Video

[ Give a teenager a video function and a captive audience and it's only so long before they abuse the privilege. ]

You know, this kind of transdimensional grab bag usually sets off a few alarm bells. Integrity of the space time continuum, multiples of the same person in the same space affecting Reality As We Know It, blah blah blah. This is pretty low key. Like hi, welcome to your new home, here's a really ugly uniform, a job and a room assignment. Don't mind the teenagers necking in your room, that's just a thing.

[ Who's bitter, not her. ]

One thing I do like? Crew roster. Nice, simple way to check to see if there's anyone familiar; archenemies, familiar code names, family members from different dimensions who might not know who you are, ex-boyfriends who need to get their teeth punched in... [ She was making a point here. ]

Some of you need to work on your code names, though. Like I get being part of a legacy, but we have like five different Snakes. Five. [ More like three, but she's not gonna let a silly thing like facts stop her. ] That's way too many snakes for this ship. Venom I get, it sounds like someone who probably runs around Gotham and changes their alignment every day of the week, but whatever, I guess if Catwoman can, you can too. Live the dream. The other two need to flip a coin or something.

Or, wild idea, but go with me on this: pick another animal, be your own hero and/or villain, break free of the legacy cycle! You know who never looks stressed out? Heroes who aren't part of a legacy.

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By your standards? Probably not far off, heh.

Sounds pretty nice. You hang out much with that yellow sun you mentioned? They sound like they have no chill. [Sans takes a second to chuckle at his own joke before pressing on.] I've never seen it, personally.

[ He gets such an eye roll, like dramatic high theater stuff, with a sigh and everything. ]

Why, because you're six feet under the weather?

[So much for his initial doubts. Sans burst into appreciative laughter. This one, this one he liked.]

Man, I hope you got assigned a job as lift technician, 'cuz that joke works on about six different levels. [He wiped unnecessarily at his dry eye socket, chuckles dying down.] You're not wrong, either.

Yeah, enjoy that, it's the only one you're getting.

So should I be asking what cemetery are you from or..?

Not dead, but close enough. [Sans shrugs, gesturing to himself.] I'm a monster. Humans and monsters don't get along too well. We've been living underground since before I was born.

Our punishment for losing the war, I guess. Y'know how it is.

Oh.

That sucks.

We've got like subterranean people, too, but we don't really see them unless one shows up and starts tearing the crap out of everything.

Can't really blame 'em. Lack of sunlight's no joke.

[He shrugs, amicable despite the turn of their conversation.]

But you make the best of it. It could always be worse. You could be dead.

[ What is this conversation. ]

You know, you're kind of weird. Not even like creepy weird, like friendly but also might send you on a dangerous mission weird.

I can't really argue with that. [No, really. He shrugs, smiling even more broadly.] Guess you should count yourself lucky I'm all outta dangerous missions.

[Or rather, count yourself disappointed. Reading a soul over video is almost impossible, but if Sans had to guess he would assume that faint orange glow he felt whenever she talked wasn't a fluke. Bravery's one hell of a drug.]

I promise when I get another, you'll be the first to know.

[ She'd deny it, but he wouldn't be wrong. Kara snorts ]

Don't bother, I'm on sabbatical. Dangerous missions are so not my thing.

[Sans brightens. Now there's an attitude he can relate to!]

Atta girl. Pro tip from me to you, they never check under the beds around here if you wanna catch some shut eye.