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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[skelebro]

[He doubts bein' too compatible will be an issue, frankly. 1 HP don't give you a lotta room for buffer. He's got a bit of a buffer thanks to all the naps he takes, but that don't last forever, and he has to "recharge," so to speak, frequently.

If it goes all pear-shaped and he dissolves into dust on the spot, well - Carlisle did warn him and all. Decent of him.

Sans closes the gap, settling his hand down on the paper. For a moment, there's only stillness. Then there's a minute shiver and - hey now, it feels kinda like throwin' up a line of bones. Only instead of thrusting out an attack fully materialized, it's like watchin' it build itself up piece by piece. It's the same way green magic works, in principle, but simply released via another mechanism.

Like opening a door.

His HP goes untouched. He's got plenty of magic to accommodate the fixing required, and it don't hurt. It hums the way magic does when it's being actively used, but that's something he can well tolerate.

The glass starts to piece itself together.]

I thought I hit this back! My bad!

[tongueamok]

[And together it goes after a moment, melding back together as though it'd never been broken at all. Carlisle nods, seeming pleased.]

Good. Good good good. And you're not dead after all, so I suppose we can call that a, ah.

[And then the glass starts glowing along the cracks that had just been fixed, extraneous magic starting to seep through them. That's likely what he meant by it being 'too fixed.']

no problem!

[skelebro]

[Whoop. He withdraws his phalanges from the glyph. Won't do to come across as somebody with an excess of magic - ain't very true, for one, and for another, it completely screws over the picture of a lazy, profoundly unmotivated skeleton that he works very hard to maintain.]

All right-y. Guess now we know to cut that flow off before it gets to be too much of a pane.

[tongueamok]

[He would laugh at that wordplay, but for the moment, he just gives Sans a This is serious, lad look.]

Probably comes from being made of magic. These kinds of glyphs aren't really written for beings who are made entirely of the stuff.

[The ink on the paper starts to bubble, evaporating away with the excess energy. Carlisle doesn't seem terribly concerned -- that part must be normal.]

[skelebro]

Do you gotta have natural magic to make it work at all?

[That ink sure is reacting to the aftereffects of it, though from the way Carlisle just up and lets it happen, Sans can only assume that it ain't much to worry about. He plants an elbow on the counter, heel of his palm rising to meet the rounded edge of his skull that constitutes a chin.]

[tongueamok]

[He slides into the next seat over, moving the glass off the paper once the ink is completely gone.]

Yes, actually. There are loads of people where I come from who are excellent glyphcrafters, but haven't any magic in their blood to actually activate them.

[skelebro]

[Yeah, he's gonna assume that's normal.]

Interesting. And the ink is...a conduit, I'm guessin'?

[The visual representation - once the glyph is used up, it fades out. Makes sense, don't it? And now he's gotta wonder if it's somethin' that has to be readily definable as "magic" - or if it can be somethin' else.]

[tongueamok]

That's right. Where you put your fingers is the contact point, and what magic is pulled into the glyph is drawn from there. Obviously, the bigger the glyph, the bigger the contact point must be, and some require multiple contacts for multiple people.

[But that's when things start getting really complicated.]

[skelebro]

Not a bad setup.

[Not as simple as the way monsters can pull the magic out from their SOULs and fingertips, but he was never real great at that anyway. An alternate method ain't so terrible, in that case.]

I'd, uh, be interested in learning more, if that's not too much trouble.

[tongueamok]

Well, I suppose since the magic of my world is indeed compatible with that of your world, I could set up some lessons. Teaching one to channel magic specifically for healing starts with the same premise as glyphcrafting. It just gets dangerous after that, but... since you seem adept enough with the flow of your own energy, it should be all right.

[Should be.]

[skelebro]

Yeah, I figure as much.

["It should be all right" is one of those phrases that goes up on a famous last words tombstone, but...eh, it'll probably be fine.

And then Sans laughs, 'cause nothin' says "lightening the mood" like a quip about human law systems.]

Don't worry. I won't hold you liable for any screw-ups on my end.

[tongueamok]

You say that now, but if something goes wrong while you're trying to heal someone, I won't be the only one who'll have a bone to pick with you.

[He slides off the chair and gathers up his papers.]

Regardless, I'll come up with some plans for lessons. Don't expect to learn everything all at once.

[skelebro]

That so?

[It's forgivable, maybe, that Carlisle don't quite know just how much Sans bases his system of morality on accountability. And if nothing else, he's gonna hold himself accountable.

Sans scrapes his stool back and crams his hands in his pockets, winking.]

Yeah, yeah, all right. I'll pace myself.

[tongueamok]

Everyone says that. Even I did when I first started.

[But perhaps Sans will heed his advice. He tucks his things away into his bag.]

I'll alert you when I'm ready to start lessons, if that's all right. I cannot say I'm the best teacher for this.

[skelebro]

You're teachin' me. That's enough.

[He's got no call to believe Sans, and that's fine. But he weren't lying. There's nothing appealing in rushing things whatsoever. Now a certain determined little kid, on the other hand...

Well, that's for another time.]

[tongueamok]

I'll try not to leave you too disappointed.

[At least, unlike with Emily and glyphcrafting, it won't be someone inadequate teaching someone who has much more of a natural talent for such things, to the point where she surpasses him in a week. He gives Sans a nod and departs for now -- time to write up some lesson plans and hope this isn't just one more thing he's a failure at.]

[skelebro]

[Sans merely chuckles in response to that, though he don't elaborate much on why. The fact of the matter is that you can't disappoint somebody who don't have standards to begin with.

Either way, he tosses Carlisle a farewell wave before he buries his hands in his pockets and ambles on out of Delight's.]