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“ Training, working with Arowana on cleaning up the ferals, helping Uro with the Cure… a lot! I’ve been up to a lot, ” Revo beamed. “ I think I also grew a couple feet since last time we talked, too – I hit the eight foot marker pretty recently. ”

Ethan is a walking meme

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“Sounds good ‘ta me, then,” Bass said with another shrug. He let them get ahead a few steps before finally catching up, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

The motion of the other’s arm made the voidling glance over. He had to admit, he was curious about this thoughtful habit they seemed to have. 

“ Training, working with Arowana on cleaning up the ferals, helping Uro with the Cure… a lot! I’ve been up to a lot, ” Revo beamed. “ I think I also grew a couple feet since last time we talked, too – I hit the eight foot marker pretty recently. ”

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“Sounds good ‘ta me, then,” Bass said with another shrug. He let them get ahead a few steps before finally catching up, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

The motion of the other’s arm made the voidling glance over. He had to admit, he was curious about this thoughtful habit they seemed to have. 

Nearing the house that belonged to his alternate and his alternate’s brother, Revo’s face broke out into a grin. There he was! It had been so long, but the tall skeleton couldn’t help but break into a quick jog. 

[*closed starter for @underlockdownpapy]

Revo rose early in the morning, dressing in armor quickly and racing outside. He’d been analyzing the appearances of the portals over the past several months and where they led to, trying to figure out when and where they appeared. After a couple months, the ones he’d come across had started showing patterns, bouncing through a cycle that, if he planned right, would let him anywhere he wanted. Today, he’d marked down on the calendar a portal that led to Underlockdown.

The snow was nearing ankle-depthin town, so he knew as soon as he left Snowdin, it’d be deeper and more difficult to navigate. The skeleton waded carefully up to the Fence, Reaching under his scarf and digging out his amulet. The stone let out a burst of orange light, and a new, skeleton-sized opening appeared. He squeezed past and was met with knee-depth snow almost immediately. Revo plowed through the snow, running and causing a spray of the cold powder to fly everywhere. After several minutes at this pace, he slowed, ribcage heaving as he looked around for the portal – there! 

The portal was about three feet off the ground, the edges lined with bright, lime green sparks that sizzled and crackled. Revo grinned, chest still rising and falling quickly as he walked to the opening between ‘verses. Carefully, he stepped through, taking off his right glove and pausing to close it behind him. The skeleton focused his energy, drawing a sigil in the air with his ungloved hand, leaving a pale blue, glowing mark flowing in front of the portal.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“Sounds good ‘ta me, then,” Bass said with another shrug. He let them get ahead a few steps before finally catching up, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“Sounds good ‘ta me, then,” Bass said with another shrug. He let them get ahead a few steps before finally catching up, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.

An awkward silence fell across them for a moment before Bass finally sighed and put his hands into his coat pockets.

As he came full circle, he couldn’t help but find himself curious. It’d been a while since he really got to show his stuff.

Then… he grew uneasy. He hadn’t really been able to use his magic without thinking back on that day, making any magical flow halt in it’s tracks.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.

An awkward silence fell across them for a moment before Bass finally sighed and put his hands into his coat pockets.

As he came full circle, he couldn’t help but find himself curious. It’d been a while since he really got to show his stuff.

Then… he grew uneasy. He hadn’t really been able to use his magic without thinking back on that day, making any magical flow halt in it’s tracks.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.

An awkward silence fell across them for a moment before Bass finally sighed and put his hands into his coat pockets.

As he came full circle, he couldn’t help but find himself curious. It’d been a while since he really got to show his stuff.

Then… he grew uneasy. He hadn’t really been able to use his magic without thinking back on that day, making any magical flow halt in it’s tracks.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.

An awkward silence fell across them for a moment before Bass finally sighed and put his hands into his coat pockets.

As he came full circle, he couldn’t help but find himself curious. It’d been a while since he really got to show his stuff.

Then… he grew uneasy. He hadn’t really been able to use his magic without thinking back on that day, making any magical flow halt in it’s tracks.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.

An awkward silence fell across them for a moment before Bass finally sighed and put his hands into his coat pockets.

Bass had taken to exploring the multiverse as much as he could on his days off, though lately those days were few and far between. This day in particular was the first chance he’d had in several months, with Sketch out spending the day with Aurora and the little ones occupied with school.

This particular part of the strings he’d never really paid much attention to, but for some reason he decided to stop inside of one. The pathways were calm where he roamed, with few beings out to see him. Still, he kept his strings and oddities hidden away. Wouldn’t do to cause a panic, now, would it?

“Wonder if there’s anyone around here,” be mused to himself. For some reason, he could recognize bits and pieces of an old friend’s theme among the rest. He must have come through here before, though it was still old. Bass would have to ask him about that later.

“… Oh. It’s just some papyrus,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He’d never really met one that was particularly aggressive. Especially not one with this theme. When he determined there was no threat, Bass finally let himself relax, rubbing the back of his skull in embarrassment.