Angus’s eyes shine. With gratitude! With determination! With great faith in Sans’s ability to help him! Oops, Sans is being relied on.
“Thank you, sir! We’re gonna look so hard that our eyes fall out, maybe!”
Maybe not that hard. But Sans does find something curious, and remarkably quickly. (No DC; 17) In a dark corner of the Ruins, there is a mural in the same faded colors as the figure opposing the monster in the main mural. This painting, however, is focused only on the figure’s face.
Her shock of white hair stands in stark contrast to the luminescent black creeping over her brown skin. It’s slid up her neck and the corner of her jaw, covered one ear, and is still climbing. There are flickers of color in it, but most of it is a bottomless pitch color that it’s shocking has survived so pristinely, weathered by years. Some spaces of the blackness seem to be forming shapes, subtle pinprick points of differing sizes. The expression on her face is complex. The twist of her mouth speaks to rage, absolutely blinding fury — but her eyes spell fear.
Still, she’s easily recognizable. If Sans remembers Lucretia, that is.
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“Thank you, sir! We’re gonna look so hard that our eyes fall out, maybe!”
Maybe not that hard. But Sans does find something curious, and remarkably quickly. (No DC; 17) In a dark corner of the Ruins, there is a mural in the same faded colors as the figure opposing the monster in the main mural. This painting, however, is focused only on the figure’s face.
Her shock of white hair stands in stark contrast to the luminescent black creeping over her brown skin. It’s slid up her neck and the corner of her jaw, covered one ear, and is still climbing. There are flickers of color in it, but most of it is a bottomless pitch color that it’s shocking has survived so pristinely, weathered by years. Some spaces of the blackness seem to be forming shapes, subtle pinprick points of differing sizes. The expression on her face is complex. The twist of her mouth speaks to rage, absolutely blinding fury — but her eyes spell fear.
Still, she’s easily recognizable. If Sans remembers Lucretia, that is.