[Addressing healing magic as "green" seems odd, but Carlisle supposes it makes sense, in a way. Trees in his world sometimes represent the restorative arts, and trees tend to be green at some point in their lives.
Well, unless they're not. Or they're another kind of plant, but not technically a 'tree.' Lots of flora comes in green, but not all flora is the kind that won't tear you to pieces if given the chance. Hm.]
He's not a magical skeleton, is he? Or another child?
[That gets a vague huff of something approaching amusement. He'd laugh longer and louder if he weren't so...tired. He's tired.]
Nah, don't worry about that. More of a...goat-lookin' kinda fella. King of all monsters, actually.
[That's probably less terrifying than a skeleton. Even if Asgore is, by all rights, far more powerful and dangerous a monster than Sans has any hope of ever being. At least in terms of raw power; Sans really only knows how to cheat the system to his own advantage.]
[Hey, if he's gotta problem with royalty in Hadriel, he can take it up with the Door. Sans ain't real sure as to what other royalty here is lingering about, but now he can be certain of the fact that there's more than one of them. Great.]
Can't get any green magic to work for me, myself. I ain't what you'd call the strongest monster out there, magic-wise.
[It's possible for some monsters to learn it, certainly. But it varies, in essence.]
Right. Well, I now need to contact my... other student to figure out when lessons would be most appropriate. I will update you once I have determined that.
[Heh. "Determined." Yeah, that's pretty much the word for them. And as disgruntled as Carlisle is, very audibly so, it means something that he's still trying.
To be fair, you both were fairly insistent about their staying, and that seems unusual for you. And as it turns out, they had a very glowing recommendation just the other day that I was not apt to decline.
[There's no mistaking the slight lift in his tone, the hopeful warmth. And he's gotta fair mind as to who that recommendation might'a stemmed from, but...it pays to make sure. Just in case.]
A pyromancer named Miss Rey. She said they were a good candidate for such abilities, and likely to use them for the benefit of others, unlike some in this city.
[No, uh...no reason to bring up the issues he's been experiencing there. She gives a damn about Frisk, and he's pretty sure she's unlikely to take out her beef with him on a kid like that. So that's - about all he needs, honestly.]
They're a good kid. And they'd wanna help, if they can.
[Carlisle, thankfully, doesn't catch any shift in Sans' tone.]
Good. There are some in this city who would likely use such abilities for only their own benefit rather than that of others. That's not the point in such a craft.
[Not much a clinic can do for him, truth be told, so he ain't really hung around. But it turns out things exist beyond the scope of his self-interest. Who'da thunk it?]
[What a selfish outlook, huh? He should...probably quit talkin'. Quit bothering to give a damn, 'cause look where that gets him. Look where that gets everyone around him.]
[He figures somethin' along the same lines. To a certain extent. He didn't know her real well, but he knew her to be something of a fixture in the cave itself. As vital as the gods, in some ways.]
I appreciate the sentiment, but her loss is not as much to me as it is to others. My um, partner, for example, as not taken her departure well at all, and he doesn't even work at the clinic. I cannot fathom what they are dealing with.
[But at least he has enough empathy to know they must be going through something.]
[He's heard of the guy, but he ain't talked to him at a whole lotta length. Seems there was a lot going on that he didn't dip his phalanges into. All the better.]
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Well, unless they're not. Or they're another kind of plant, but not technically a 'tree.' Lots of flora comes in green, but not all flora is the kind that won't tear you to pieces if given the chance. Hm.]
He's not a magical skeleton, is he? Or another child?
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Nah, don't worry about that. More of a...goat-lookin' kinda fella. King of all monsters, actually.
[That's probably less terrifying than a skeleton. Even if Asgore is, by all rights, far more powerful and dangerous a monster than Sans has any hope of ever being. At least in terms of raw power; Sans really only knows how to cheat the system to his own advantage.]
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[Don't answer that, Sans. He doesn't want to know how many other nobles he's making himself a fool in front of.]
Have you considered having him teach you such magic?
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Can't get any green magic to work for me, myself. I ain't what you'd call the strongest monster out there, magic-wise.
[It's possible for some monsters to learn it, certainly. But it varies, in essence.]
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[Though they have yet to really explore to what degree that is. Still, his magic seemed compatible enough from their initial lessons.]
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[He's made of the stuff, fragile-spun as it is, easily broken and worse as he is. It's the symbol doin' most of the work, ain't it?]
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[To say the very, very least.]
Right. Well, I now need to contact my... other student to figure out when lessons would be most appropriate. I will update you once I have determined that.
[And yes, that other student.]
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[Heh. "Determined." Yeah, that's pretty much the word for them. And as disgruntled as Carlisle is, very audibly so, it means something that he's still trying.
Maybe more than he knows.]
I never thanked you, huh? For keeping 'em on.
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[There's no mistaking the slight lift in his tone, the hopeful warmth. And he's gotta fair mind as to who that recommendation might'a stemmed from, but...it pays to make sure. Just in case.]
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She was right.
[No, uh...no reason to bring up the issues he's been experiencing there. She gives a damn about Frisk, and he's pretty sure she's unlikely to take out her beef with him on a kid like that. So that's - about all he needs, honestly.]
They're a good kid. And they'd wanna help, if they can.
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Good. There are some in this city who would likely use such abilities for only their own benefit rather than that of others. That's not the point in such a craft.
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[If that's the price in learning the craft, he supposes it's about time he pay it.]
Guess I ought'a start hangin' around the clinic more.
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[Though given the way Carlisle is almost never over there, he obviously doesn't 'feel so inclined' himself for one reason or another.]
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[Not much a clinic can do for him, truth be told, so he ain't really hung around. But it turns out things exist beyond the scope of his self-interest. Who'da thunk it?]
How you been holdin' up?
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I continue to live, against all odds. That should count for something.
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[What a selfish outlook, huh? He should...probably quit talkin'. Quit bothering to give a damn, 'cause look where that gets him. Look where that gets everyone around him.]
You knew Kate pretty well, yeah?
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Fairly well, yes. I was not as close to her as some, but close enough that her presence will be missed.
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[He figures somethin' along the same lines. To a certain extent. He didn't know her real well, but he knew her to be something of a fixture in the cave itself. As vital as the gods, in some ways.]
Sorry for the loss.
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[But at least he has enough empathy to know they must be going through something.]
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[Sans has very definitely not gotten that memo. Congrats, Carlisle; you now get to break the news!!]
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Er, yes. A big fellow by the name of Glacius.
[Not a monster, and certainly not a monster like Sans.]
He was rather close with Kate, unfortunately.
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[He's heard of the guy, but he ain't talked to him at a whole lotta length. Seems there was a lot going on that he didn't dip his phalanges into. All the better.]
Can't be easy for either of you. I'm sorry, pal.
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