Papyrus
(#17291947)
Level 25 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.73 m
Wingspan
3.89 m
Weight
569.04 kg
Genetics
White
Tiger
Tiger
Tomato
Stripes
Stripes
Tomato
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
4
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
128
VIT
18
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
Orange roses have historically been closely associated with the sun, making these roses excellent for cheering people up. Bright orange indicates passion outside of the romance category, such as a passion for helping others or becoming a star. A bouquet of orange roses send a message of appreciation and platonic love. They're also used as a reminder to a loved one to show that you care, and to express joy and gratitude for a friendship. x
Friends
Belongings
Papyrus
BATTLER / HEALER
Enthusiastic, hardworking, and surprisingly perceptive, Papyrus is always delighted to be with his friends. Dismissiveness of the spiritual world and Sans’s weird temporal powers aside, he is very open, and encouraging of others to do the same.
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In combat, he has excellent agility and stamina, if somewhat clumsy in the air. His control over his magic is complete to the extent that he can stop an attack in midair. Despite this he is merciful to a fault, insisting on sparing even familiars when given the opportunity. As Undyne often points out, he wouldn't stand a chance against a significantly stronger opponent or one taking advantage of his forgiving nature. His first blow is always weak(er) in order to test his opponents’ capability. art: x / x (alt) / x / x (alt) / x / x / x / x / x / x / x (alt) / x / x (alt) / x / x (alt) / x / x / x / x / x / x / x (alt) / x / x / x / x / x / x / x / x / x (alt) / x / x |
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Friends
Belongings
This is the real tragedy: what they have already done, and what he will forgive them for. The outsider has been reformed!, he insists, crowding out the other dragons that are sick with grief from losing their families with platitudes like They will not hurt anyone anymore! I, the Great Papyrus, has seen to it!
In the midst of all this, they bury their head in the sofa, trembling. A Fae perched on the armrest whispers you're doing good, kid. you're not going to hurt anyone. Not that that's really up to him, but - he'd promised the old lady he'd try. He's trying.
> Approach.
* Forgettable.
PAPYRUS: Are you offering a hug of acceptance?
PAPYRUS: Wowie! My lessons are already working!!
PAPYRUS: I, Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!
PAPYRUS: Wowie! My lessons are already working!!
PAPYRUS: I, Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!
Papyrus is sparing you.
[FIGHT] [ACT] [MERCY]
> What will you do?
> FIGHT
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There's a pop, and the Skydancer's head rolls to the ground as his body shatters into dust. The head smiles up at you, gentle and inane. Even that will be gone in a moment. You wait.
"W-well, that's not what I expected..."
It's okay. I forgive you.
This is not your decision.
Reset.
Reset.
Frisk's breath puffs out white steam. They haven't eaten at all, and they hurt, they hurt so much. Everything beneath their shoulders is frozen from the cold, wings so stiff that they can barely feel them.
You can't stop now. Something green slithers in and out of their field of vision.
A Coatl, jaw stretched wide with perpetual amusement. Their voice isn't dissimilar to Frisk's, but it's distorted with impatience. Dead eyes, white, pupils contracted.
Honestly. Aren't imperials supposed to handle the cold better? A sigh. Or maybe that was only Asriel. Step forward. Their paws concede to crack through the ice. I miss him. I'll see him again soon. And you will, too. Their sins weigh down their back.
You can't stop now. Something green slithers in and out of their field of vision.
A Coatl, jaw stretched wide with perpetual amusement. Their voice isn't dissimilar to Frisk's, but it's distorted with impatience. Dead eyes, white, pupils contracted.
Honestly. Aren't imperials supposed to handle the cold better? A sigh. Or maybe that was only Asriel. Step forward. Their paws concede to crack through the ice. I miss him. I'll see him again soon. And you will, too. Their sins weigh down their back.
"Outsider!"
It's that gangly-legged skeleton of a Skydancer again, standing in their way. He's taller, but they're longer. Frisk ducks their head down anyway.
"Hey, quit moving while I'm talking to you!"
What the hell, Frisk. Are you going to let him walk all over you? Is he really worth your time?
"Hey, quit moving while I'm talking to you!"
What the hell, Frisk. Are you going to let him walk all over you? Is he really worth your time?
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Exalting Papyrus to the service of the Flamecaller will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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