The underneath is a network of sewers and cold basement levels, filled with the stench of mildew and death. You hear sounds - at a distance, and nearby. Like many legs in the dripping water, like soft voices echoing down the halls.
More notably, no matter how you got here, you can't seem to get back out. However you arrived, it's a one-way entry, and there seems to be strong magical warding stopping anything from leaving.
Are these the dungeons? Or was your arrival here a mistake?
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"Yeah," he admits, with a half chuckle as if to tease her for the obviousness of the observation. It's completely without bitterness, though - he honestly is just feeling tired as hell.
"Dunno what the Prince has going on power wise, but my spine is killing me, and flexing my magic is taking more out of me than usual." He might as well be straight forward about his symptoms. There's probably nothing anyone can do, but this is a situation where lying about it isn't going to help.
He takes the chocolate she offers and just kind of drops it into his jaw, as is his way. It proceeds to vanish mysteriously into his body in a way only achievable through ineffable magic.
"If magic is like running a lot, we should probably just walk for a while while we're here," she notes, grimacing. "....but I guess we have to find out how to find a way out before we walk to too many places anyway." At the very least, it seems a little silly to go wandering down here.
She points, in any case, to their 'destination'. "...This is where we're staying... ....I hope Julien and the lady are still there. ...She said she used to be a butler, but she broke a rule, and now the Prince stole her 'true name'." These things feel important to know. "....So the name she made for down here doesn't work right." Also Important.
This is...worrying. She can sense that lack of focus-that feeling of exhaustion, just at the edges, where such things become emotion. And it fills her with some dread, the girl biting her lip. "....Y...yeah. ....The ones that break the rules, that's what the lady said....
"....Umnh...." Reira swallows. "A...are you going to make it?" He can lie down once they're in Curse's little place right?
That....that would help, right, she asks herself, holding her hands close.
"Yeah, sure, kid," he manages, perking up enough to wink at her with half of his angel eyes. "Just one more go."
And, with that, he teleports the two of them to where Reira's instructions end. He can see the entrance, at least, and a bit of the shabby interior. He settles down onto his knees at that point, resting his head against Roman's side.
"WUAH-!" One more go? That's all she has time to think of, and then they're there. The girl immediately tenses, and looks to Sans in fright. "N-No, but you're all tired..!!" ...Though it's too late to complain now, so all she can do is quiet down. Breathe. Nod.
"....Yeah. ...This is where we've been staying... ...I don't know if the lady is here right now. She might be somewhere else... ...It's an okay place. It's a little like what my home was, but..." She pauses, tilting her head in thought. "....Home didn't have nice people. So it's nicer here."
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"Dunno what the Prince has going on power wise, but my spine is killing me, and flexing my magic is taking more out of me than usual." He might as well be straight forward about his symptoms. There's probably nothing anyone can do, but this is a situation where lying about it isn't going to help.
He takes the chocolate she offers and just kind of drops it into his jaw, as is his way. It proceeds to vanish mysteriously into his body in a way only achievable through ineffable magic.
"Thanks."
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She points, in any case, to their 'destination'. "...This is where we're staying... ....I hope Julien and the lady are still there. ...She said she used to be a butler, but she broke a rule, and now the Prince stole her 'true name'." These things feel important to know. "....So the name she made for down here doesn't work right." Also Important.
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The ache in his spine is making it really hard to focus, so he just keeps himself supported on Roman and keeps trudging forward.
"So, he puts his own people down here, too," Sans muses. "Pretty sick stuff."
Roman rumbles and whines, bumping their head against him as their master starts looking faint again.
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"....Umnh...." Reira swallows. "A...are you going to make it?" He can lie down once they're in Curse's little place right?
That....that would help, right, she asks herself, holding her hands close.
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And, with that, he teleports the two of them to where Reira's instructions end. He can see the entrance, at least, and a bit of the shabby interior. He settles down onto his knees at that point, resting his head against Roman's side.
"This the place?"
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"....Yeah. ...This is where we've been staying... ...I don't know if the lady is here right now. She might be somewhere else... ...It's an okay place. It's a little like what my home was, but..." She pauses, tilting her head in thought. "....Home didn't have nice people. So it's nicer here."