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Jun 26, 2016 21:11:13 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. The remaining half-breed was hesitating in response to his statement. It appeared as if she was having difficulty coming up with an excuse to why she needed to talk to the kid instead of just letting him get rid of them. Eventually, she started talking. The things she said. It was almost the same thing as what his brother said before confronting the same creature. The same creature that killed him. He leaned against the wall before sliding down into a sit. It was all hitting way too close to home for him. Did she just expect him to sit there and do nothing while that thing killed her? He couldn't do it again.
* ok.
It was all he could say. He knew that her promise was one she wouldn't be able to keep. She didn't know how the demon moved. What they were really capable of. The skeleton had tried his best to get her to understand but that determination to change the kid's mind it was just like his. Sans was doing this for him, though. It didn't make it hurt any less as he spoke the same words he told Papyrus in the same situation.
* i won't get in your way if it's what ya really want.
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Jun 26, 2016 22:08:22 GMT -5
Winter waited silently, searching San's expression for a reaction, a bit concerned that he would be upset or outright furious at her for taking the risk. After all, she was using illegal methods to do her dirty work and here she was, barking about forgiveness and mercy. She felt like such a hypocrite right now. However, to her stunned silence it almost looked like Sans had momentarily checked out, though as far as she could tell, he had not averted his gaze. Although, considering he didn't have normal features, it was hard to decipher what expression was suppose to be. Had she... said something wrong? "Sans?" She questioned hesitantly, sitting up a bit from the couch as he slid down against the wall. He spoke once more, but this time it sounded empty, almost hollow. Winter was on her feet with little time to consider her actions, leaning down on one knee to rest her hands on his shoulders warmly in comfort. "Hey, come on. You're not in the way, I just... I don't want you getting hurt. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had to tell your brother that something happened to you." Winter explained with a reassuring smile, aware that there was someone who still needed him to be there and hoping that would be enough to ease his mind from any doubts that might have been bothering him. "Besides, I don't.... I don't have too many friends, not in this business, so I have to protect the one's I do have.... We, uh, are friends, right?" The detective asked almost sheepishly, hoping that her forwardness hadn't just caused her to overstep her bounds and to come off looking like a total dork. It had only been a couple of days, but she'd like to think that their first meeting and her previous behavior hadn't made them enemies. After hanging out with him, it had only confirmed her theory that Sans wasn't a bad person, even if there was a lot more going on in that head than the jokes he liked to pull on her and honestly, she didn't want to find out what life would go back to without him around. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 26, 2016 23:06:11 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. Watching, unmoving, as Winter got up quickly and knelt down by him the lights of his eyes dimmed out. She tried to assure him that he wasn't in the way and that things would be okay since she only had a few friends. That couldn't happen, though. He couldn't watch another friend get killed by the demon. He remained silent well after she finished speaking, the thing's murders playing out in his mind until his left hand slowly raised to his chest and clutched his shirt. He could feel the blade that killed him. That killed everyone. Sans couldn't understand why anyone would want to go against that creature.
But he couldn't tell her no. The way she had asked him to hang back and let her talk to the thing. He winced as he recalled one more time his brother turning to dust, still telling Chara that they could be good if they just tried. Slowly he was brought back to reality and looked up at Winter. Was she concerned?
* yah, we're friends.
He confirmed her question. Late, but he answered. She was his punpal, why had she sounded unsure of if they were friends or not? Though, even if she wasn't there was no way he should let her face Chara alone.
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Jun 27, 2016 0:03:14 GMT -5
When more than a minute or two had passed of utter silence and Sans hadn't answered her question, Winter had started to fear the worst. Maybe she really had overstepped her boundaries with assuming that they were friends? It was a notion that stung, a little more than Winter wanted to admit as she thought back to the fun that they'd had in their brief interactions, but perhaps she couldn't blame him. Perhaps, if she had chosen to mind her own business, then none of this would be necessary in the first place. Wait,... was it possible that he blamed her for this mess? Was that why he was so apprehensive to answer? God, she was such an idiot. In the past forty-eight hours, she had allowed a murderer to escape, handcuffed him to hotel bed, and threatened to lift his shirt to find out what made him tick, and now she was asking if they were friends? Most people probably would have called her a maniac or they certainly wouldn't have made a joke out of the whole thing. Instead, Sans had treated like a normal person, he gone out of his way to make her feel better, despite her massive screw ups, and even thought about her enough to bring food when he'd arrived. So why.... why did her chest suddenly hurt so bad at the realization that he didn't want to be friends? After a few moments more, Sans finally spoke up and confirmed that they were friend, causing her blue eyes to widen in sudden shock that seemed to swiftly melt into relief as the detective oddly looked on the verge of tearing up. Without thinking and offer very little warning, Winter leaned forward to pull the skeleton into a hug, provided her would allow such a thing. There was something all to innocent about the sentiment, but it wasn't often that Winter was able to connect to others and she certainly didn't attach quite so easily. Sans was a different story though, even if she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. She allowed herself to linger in the comfort of the embrace for a few moment, before finally drawing back with an undeniable grin. "So... are you really not going to tell me if you have a stomach or not? Because, just between us, I have seen a lot of monsters over the years, but you are by far the most anatomically fascinating and perplexing." Winter chimed in with a knowing grin, hoping to lighten the skeleton's mood with a bit of a joke at her own expense. It wasn't a lie, she was insanely curious about his anatomy. However, this time it had less to do with her own interest and more Winter's own inability to see Sans so down, even if the timing was a little out of the blue. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 27, 2016 0:32:38 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. Had he messed up in his momentary silence? She looked as if she was going to cry. He didn't mean to make her cry. How long was he silent? The clock wouldn't be able to tell him. He hadn't looked at it at all since he had been in the office but judging by her reaction it must have been a while. Before he could apologize for upsetting her, she hugged him. He was a bit taken back by the gesture but quickly gave in and moved his hand away from his chest and around to her back. She really did remind him of Papyrus in many ways. He had a new spark of determination. He might have agreed to hang back, but he wasn't going to let her get killed. He wouldn't let anyone else get killed by Chara.
Eventually, she let go while looking a bit less like she was going to burst into tears at any second and more mischevious. She brought up how he could eat again. He gave a bit of a laugh at that. She was persistent about that, wasn't she? It must have been her human half that caused that.
* maybe i'll strip for you know after this is over.
Sans gave a playful wink while he put emphasis on the 'might' for a reason. He already made one indirect promise that morning. He wasn't about to make another that he intended on breaking. The skeleton absolutely hated making promices. They took so much work to keep and most of the time ended in disappointing the people he made them too.
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Jun 27, 2016 19:12:36 GMT -5
Winter grinned innocently as Sans finally seemed to return to his old self, more contended by that fact than the potential discovery of how he worked, but it was a nice thought in any case. There was always going to be a natural curiosity to the hybrid, the sort that rarely should have been regarded as a high compliment, as she rarely bothered humans with such questions. Humans were a dime a dozen, countless books had been written on their physical features to their psychological traits, but monsters were a different story. Each one was unique and a few, like Sans, seemed capable challenging the conventional wisdom of forensics with his mere existence. "I'm going to remind you of that." She joked with a subtle grin, suddenly very aware that was on one knee with her hands still resting on his shoulders and how awkward this must have seemed. The detective allowed a small cough, rising to hide the tinge of pink that threatened to color her cheeks, as she tried to change the subject back to business. "So, do you, um... have any others questions? I know learning about this can't be easy, it never is with my family, but I can help guide you though things, if you'd like?" The hybrid attempted to explain, though her primary goal was to have Sans know enough about the men in question to agree on a target and lead the attack in her absence . MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 27, 2016 20:28:13 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. Of course, she was going to remind him about that. Good thing he didn't promise anything which meant he'd be able to get out of it easily later. She turned red again, but for what reason? Well, it seemed that Winter thought it was a compromising position, down on the ground with him and being rather close. Then she asked a question that made his eyes light up. Ask about an actual mafia? Where to start?
* did your father know scarface? what's the irish mafia's equivalent to a don, is it just 'boss'? was your father a boss? have ya' ever dated someone in the mafia or did ya keep it strictly though your father? how would one get into the mafia?
So many questions to ask! What could be so hard about understanding that someone had ties with organized crime? This situation had one perk to it: he was going to meet some real mafia men. He would have to try to keep in touch with some of them if he ever thought about actually joining them. Not that he actually thought about it seriously. It'd be too much work to keep up with a mob, and he didn't believe he was ready to give up on not doing actual work. That didn't mean he wasn't fascinated. The hype associated with movie mobsters was enough to capture his attention on the topic and hold it better than most.
* when are ya goin to introduce me to 'em?
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Jun 28, 2016 4:12:02 GMT -5
It was hard to contain the chuckle as Sans seemed to light up at the possibility of getting his questions answered and Winter decided to take them one at a time, to make sorting through them a little bit easier. "Nah, Scarface is just a fictional story based on some of the accounts of the Cuban drugs lords, or the nickname of Al Capone, neither of which, to my knowledge, he ever met... I think it's just boss, or that's all I've ever heard 'em called. The ones I know have a structure similar to the Italians, but most of the ranks or traditions vary slightly." She explained with a smile at his excitement, until the mention of her father came up. That was always a tricky subject for Winter. "Um, I dunno if you could have considered my dad a boss, exactly. He started out a respected Capo, back when he met my mom, and used his connections to move up in the ranks over the years. I believed he was serving as Underboss, or the second-in-command, around the time of his death." The detective explained, though she seemed to find little joy in having to detail that fact. Truth was, there was a still a great deal about her father that she did not know and Winter wasn't sure she wanted all the details, especially if his actions were enough to make him hated enough to be killed. "And no, I have not dated anyone in the mafia, though not for lack of some of them trying. My father passed away shortly after I became a teenager. Call it teenage rebellion, I suppose, but I cut my ties with them and went straight, I threw myself into my studies and eventually got the experience to work as a private detective. I just... couldn't bring myself to get close to people, whose lifestyle, meant I would eventually loose them, ya know?" She explained distantly, moving back to the desk to distract herself by drawing out another hot dog on a bun. It was a sad existence, Winter was aware, but the mafia wasn't all the glitz and glamour that the television made it out to be. The lifestyle was dangerous, violent and unstable, and while there was a lot of money to be made, it always came at a price, one Winter never wanted to pay again. "I've been told that there are a series of rituals and oaths that one takes to swear their loyalty to the family and the boss, but that's just what I've heard. Dad tended to keep his family life separate from his work with the mafia and never would talk about any of the secret stuff.... As for meeting them, we should run into them in the next couple days. I'll make some calls, I'm sure a few of them will be more than happy to see the prodigal child return." Winter added in distaste, sounding more annoyed by the notion of having to ask for help after so long. Then again, most of them had viewed her as their own family after Connor's death, stepping in to try and fill the role of protector and father-figure to the young half-blood. It was a kind gesture for a fallen friend, but it was no replacement for a father. Even so, she doubted that anyone would bat an eye about doing a hit on a kid, if it came from Connor's daughter. She just hoped that they didn't try to drag her back into the life, afterwards. It had once been joked as a child that her abilities would have come in handy, but Winter had no desire to be labeled a criminal or to be used by others for evil purposes, even if she could understand Sans curiosity about the whole issue. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 28, 2016 22:53:34 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. The skeleton listened intently as Winter answered each of his questions. The first two of his questions she replied to fine and without hesitation. Scarface wasn't real? Well he supposed it was a fake story, Hollywood rarely got anything right when it came to history, but it was too much work to look up the actual facts. Having them explained in quick bursts by someone with real connections to the thing in question took a lot less effort. Being called a boss was quite underwhelming but also unassuming. If people heard someone talking about their boss most would probably think of an ordinary job, whoever decided on that was on the smarter side. Well, Sans figured that there had to be some smart people in organized crime for it to be an ongoing threat to the police and general public.
When it came to the third question, she hesitated just ever so slightly. As she answered that one, the skeleton made a mental note not to ask any more questions about her father when it came to his job it seemed to make her uncomfortable. He remained on the ground while she moved and explained a bit about herself. It made sense on why she didn't want anything to do with the mafia, but he figured she could probably have been running it with her being half-monster and all. But then again, people like her, they needed to be kept from violence like that. Until she finished explaining things, he stayed quiet but as soon as she finished with the last bit of information he spoke up again.
* how well can the irish hold their liquor?
Sure it was an extremely random question, but it would possibly take out some of the annoyance some of his others caused.
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Jun 29, 2016 15:51:18 GMT -5
Talking about her heritage had never come easy for Winter, as the circumstances surrounding her human blood were complicated at best. It didn't help that as kind as she remembered her father to be, he was notorious for keeping secrets and telling half-truths to protect the people he cared about. Her awareness of his work had not come until after his death and from second hand sources within the mafia itself. Still, it felt good to finally get it off her chest, as she couldn't recall the last time she had openly admitted the truth about her family without some general fear of personal judgement or potential backlash. She could probably count on one hand the people that knew the whole story, which made Sans part of a very select group now. His question though caused her to pause, before a snort escaped in amusement and broke into a chortle of laughter. "I'd say that's a stereotype, but everyone that I know can hold it pretty well and can drink most men under the table, if they get so inclined. I'm probably the only exception to the rule, since mom wasn't really keen on me drinking and I never built up much of a tolerance, what with not knowing how it would affect a half-blood and all. That doesn't mean I haven't been around my fair share of pubs and bars though, and I still keep a bottle of whiskey in the desk to add to the tea on those really rough days." Winter confessed with a sheepish grin, pointing back to the desk to reveal the hiding place. She was a detective, but even she wasn't a saint. Although, she wasn't prone to drinking contests, even Winter had a habit of keeping some around, just in case of an emergency or for medicinal purposes. He amusement seemed to break whatever shadow had been cast by talking about her father, however. She didn't mean to get that way, but Winter would have been lying to say that she had simply gotten over the lost, even after all these years. Learning that your father had spent his whole life living one huge lie and possibly hurting people in the process, wasn't an easy thing for a kid to accept, especially not when the same man had meant the world to you. "So, what about you? I'm still shocked a skeleton can even drink, but now I'm tempted to ask, how does he holds his liquor?" She asked teasingly, though Winter had a feeling that she would be only the first person to ask him that if the boys found out he could drink. It didn't take much to peak human curiosity, but when it came to alcohol, there were few that had quite the experience that the Irish did with their long tradition of social drinking. A skeleton though, would be a new one, even for them. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 30, 2016 20:45:06 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. The question about booze seemed to break her out of her thoughts, even if it was just for a moment. The distraction caused her to laugh quite hard before she answered. Finally, the skeleton stood with his hands back in the pockets of his jacket as she started to finish her answer. Stereotypes, of course. Sans was a bit out of touch when it came to humans since he didn't even like the idea of them in the least bit before Frisk showed up. Some weren't all that bad now that he was on the surface but with all the murdering things going on there was still a good amount of humans who were against monsters.
Then came a question for him to answer. How well could he hold a drink? He had to think about that one as he made his way back to the couch and sat down on it.
* i've never had it before.
Sans admitted to the lack of alcohol. He only knew a few monsters who actually drunk the stuff underground. It wasn't that no one liked it, the stuff was mostly just expense and not having the drive to drink. But he wouldn't be opposed to the concept. He wasn't even sure if he could get drunk. Yah, there was the bunny who was a regular at Grillby's and constantly drunk, but she was just about the only person he knew of who actually did drink to that extent. Notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Jul 2, 2016 21:04:12 GMT -5
Winter paused, stunned into silence by the skeleton's confession that he had actually never tried alcohol. Well, now that she thought about it, the Underground wasn't the best place to grow the ingredients to make most traditional variations of alcohol. That was in stark contrast to the surface and to Ireland, who had spent centuries refining the abilities to forge a drink that few could rival. It was almost a classic example of how different the two worlds could be when it came to tradition and habit, despite the near decade since monster had returned to the surface. "Really?" She chirped in shock that quickly faded into amusement, as a smile spread across her face. "Well, don't worry. I have a feeling that if they hang around long enough they'll drag you to the nearest pub and we can all find out." Winter confessed, a little to aware of how the mafia members tended to become upon meeting new people, as it was rare she brought around friends. After all, she got her curiosity from somewhere, didn't she? At least, this time around, she wouldn't be the odd man out with her questionable tolerance and the potential shock on their faces when they realizes he could drink at all would be well worth the trip. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jul 3, 2016 23:19:01 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. Leaning on the arm of the couch the skeleton watched as Winter looked a bit stunned at his answer to the question regarding drinking. Then there was nothing but amusement when she responded. Well, he had one more thing to look forward to after the demon was taken care of in the form of trying out some human drinks. Despite Winter's hesitation to call on the mafia, Sans had a feeling that he would get along with them just fine. [attr="class","sans"]* sounds fun. It indeed sounded like fun. Figuring out if alcohol affected his species while making friends would be both educational and generally a good time. He wondered if he should invite his brother to the event when it would happen even though he doubted Pap would enjoy going to a bar of all places. The guy hated bar food so he doubted he'd go to one to try something different. Ah well, Sans decided he'd invite Pap, the worst that could happen was him saying no leaving Sans to go with a bunch of humans by himself. [attr="class","sans"]* you gonna join 'em when they inevitably drag me to a bar? She said she wasn't a big drinker, but surely she'd join a friend as he gets abducted by a bunch of Irishmen. Notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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