A [closed to McCree, with guest appearances from Qrow and Maya if they'd like] [Sans is glad for how handily the tree was dealt with, since he's pretty sure this untangling process is going to be--well, a Process. It's obvious this is dangerous. It needs to be done right. Maybe that's why Sans is helping do it. He doesn't think too hard about his motivations, though. There's other things to focus on, and thinking too hard about what he's thinking about is a good way to not get anything done.
But, going through the door, there's very clearly another issue besides the forge.]
I could be seein' things, but I'm pretty sure that's a dwarf over there. [You know, all tangled up in magic yarn. Actually, there's more than one. Great, just what they needed.]
B [Frogging could have gone better. It could have gone a lot worse, but it could have gone better, too. Everybody's on the ground now. Some people are in better shape than others. Sans really wants to take a nap.
Instead, he hunts down McCree's body, working through rubble and trying not to look too hard at any other corpses or pieces of corpses he finds. None of them are in great shape, considering the fall. He has to look longer than he'd prefer when one of them looks a little more human than not. But eventually he finds McCree. The hat makes him--it--him--stick out.
Sans works magic with mechanical precision, web spells curling under and around. Easier to carry, easier for other people if they see it.]
Sorry. Back home, I could've done more. [But he's pretty far from home right now.] But I'm pretty lazy, so maybe it would've just ended up the same way.
[Once he's sure McCree's not going to be going anywhere, he starts the process of bringing him back to Phandalin.]
C [If you want to talk to Sans about anything, he can be found near McCree's body most of the time. Sometimes he's napping, but never asleep enough not to respond if someone draws near. He's just making sure nothing happens to the body.]
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[Sans is glad for how handily the tree was dealt with, since he's pretty sure this untangling process is going to be--well, a Process. It's obvious this is dangerous. It needs to be done right. Maybe that's why Sans is helping do it. He doesn't think too hard about his motivations, though. There's other things to focus on, and thinking too hard about what he's thinking about is a good way to not get anything done.
But, going through the door, there's very clearly another issue besides the forge.]
I could be seein' things, but I'm pretty sure that's a dwarf over there. [You know, all tangled up in magic yarn. Actually, there's more than one. Great, just what they needed.]
B
[Frogging could have gone better. It could have gone a lot worse, but it could have gone better, too. Everybody's on the ground now. Some people are in better shape than others. Sans really wants to take a nap.
Instead, he hunts down McCree's body, working through rubble and trying not to look too hard at any other corpses or pieces of corpses he finds. None of them are in great shape, considering the fall. He has to look longer than he'd prefer when one of them looks a little more human than not. But eventually he finds McCree. The hat makes him--it--him--stick out.
Sans works magic with mechanical precision, web spells curling under and around. Easier to carry, easier for other people if they see it.]
Sorry. Back home, I could've done more. [But he's pretty far from home right now.] But I'm pretty lazy, so maybe it would've just ended up the same way.
[Once he's sure McCree's not going to be going anywhere, he starts the process of bringing him back to Phandalin.]
C
[If you want to talk to Sans about anything, he can be found near McCree's body most of the time. Sometimes he's napping, but never asleep enough not to respond if someone draws near. He's just making sure nothing happens to the body.]