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The Not As Great Papyrus (Video, Action, OTA)
[A]nnouncement - Video
HAPPY DECEMBER, GENESSIANS! FORGIVE ME FOR NOT BEING ON YOUR SCREENS MORE. AS THE LAST REMAINING ORIGINAL GUARDIAN, I'VE BEEN VERY BUSY!! WHETHER IT'S DEALING WITH HORRIBLE GHOSTS OR WRANGLING CIRCUS ANIMALS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS EVER VIGILANT IN KEEPING FAYREN SAFE AND ENTERTAINED! AND EVERGLADE TOO!! EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WORK THERE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER!!!
UNFORTUNATELY, WE MAY NOT GET TO HANG OUT IN PERSON VERY MUCH. THE HEALERS GUILD SAYS I CAUGHT A BUG, EVEN THOUGH THAT IS NOT AMONG MY HOBBIES. IT'S A BAD ONE THAT MAKES YOU FORCIBLY EXPEL AIR FROM YOUR LUNGS!! THEY INFORM ME THAT THIS, IN MEDICAL PARLANCE, IS A "COUGH". AND IF YOU GET NEAR ME, YOU'LL UNWITTINGLY CATCH A BUG TOO!! EVEN THOUGH BEING NEAR ME IS WORTH MANY BUGS, IT'S MY DUTY AS THE GREAT GUARDIAN PAPYRUS TO TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. I HOPE YOU CAN RESIST THE TEMPTATION!!!
WELL, *COUGH*, FRET NOT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T FALTER IN HIS DUTIES, NO MATTER HOW MUCH HIS BONES ACHE! WE'LL JUST HAVE TO MAINTAIN A LONG-DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP, NYEH HEH HEH!
OH, I ALMOST FORGOT! EVERYONE GIVE A BIG CONGRATULATIONS TO LEA AND TRUNKS, WHO WERE PROMOTED TO FULL GUARDIAN A WHILE AGO! ONCE MY BUG CLEARS UP, WE SHOULD HANG OUT AND DO GUARDIAN STUFF! OF COURSE, I HAVEN'T DISAPPEARED. I'M FAR TOO RELIABLE FOR THAT.
<Small>[This latest boast isn't as happy as his others. While he always thought he was the best, he never wanted to bear out by others vanishing. If only his constancy could have rubbed off on them.]</small>
COUGH, COUGH!! WELP, THE CIRCUS WON'T REATTRACT ITSELF! NOT EVEN IF I'M THERE, NYEH HEH HEH!
[B]rambles (Action)
[Despite the fever he's running, Papyrus braves the wilderness anyway in search of the last remaining escaped animals. The healers suggesting he retire from his duties and stay in bed was, to him, a fate worse than death. The Great Guardian Papyrus, going to sleep? Madness! He'll show them what a true Guardian can do, even if their health's wanting. His boots crunch through the snow and his monologue reverberates off the trees.]
LESSE, NEXT UP WE HAVE THE UNICORN, WHO ACCORDING TO MY NOTES, ONLY COME TO MAIDENS OF PURE HEART. WELL, I BET I'D MAKE A GREAT MAIDEN, AND MY HEART'S PURE AS ALL THIS DRIVEN SNOW!! THIS'LL BE EZ-PZ!!!
[Suddenly, a column of thorns sprout up and entangle him. Vines, his weakness! A crone with a crooked, oaken staff stepped from behind a tall oak, cackling.]
Ee hee hee! Look what I've snared in my thorns! The pathetic Papyrus, all alone, who if I'm not mistaken, is terribly ill! Perfect! I've watched you. I've seen you return the noble beasts back to their cages, all to titillate the cruel masses. No longer! Mother nature will not stand idly by while her children dance for your amusement! Today you die Guardian, and all your false justice with you!
[He grit his teeth as the brambles wound closer. She was right about one thing; he is sick. He doubts even his mighty magic would be enough to get him out of his caper. Then he'll do was he does best: appeal to others' better nature. Even an evil druid's.]
YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG! THE RINGLEADER TREATS THEM VERY NICE AND THE AUDIENCE LOVES THEM!! BESIDES, OUT HERE THEY'RE NOT WORKING AT ALL!! TOTALLY UNEMPLOYED!!! WOULD NATURE TOLERATE SUCH SLOTH!?!?
[His diplomacy roll was met with ever-tightening bonds. He coughed and struggled in vain.]
Hush, fool. Nature will have you as well. Your very bones shall nourish the land you'd soon despoil...
Homesi[c]k (Action)
[Still working through his illness, Papyrus is greeted by a miracle: a levitating bed in the shape of a car. And it's heading right towards him!]
OH NO!!! THE HEALER'S GUILD WAS MORE AGGRESSIVE THAN I THOUGHT IN TELLING ME TO REST!!!! HOW CAN I CONVINCE THEM OF MY OWN INCREDIBLE IMPORTANCE!?!?
[With a wintry "hup", the bed is tossed at his feet, revealing a merry band of snowgies. Upon closer inspection, he gasps.]
GASP! THIS ISN'T JUST ANY UNNECESSARY BED; THIS IS THE BED FROM MY HOUSE!!! HOW DID YOU GET IT FROM SNOWDIN???
[The gears of his incredible intellect turn.]
...WAIT!!! THAT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING...YOU ALL KNOW THE WAY TO THE UNDERGROUND!!! THAT MEANS SANS AND UNDYNE AND EVERYBODY AREN'T FAR!!! PLEASE, TAKE ME TO THEM! I'VE GOT TO SHOW THEM AROUND THE SURFACE AND HOW GREAT IT IS!!!
[The snowgies' were too simple to do anything unrelated to their primary, gift-giving task. They smiled blankly, then dispersed.]
NO, COME BACK!
[Dashing through the snow, Papyrus gave chase. The snowgies scattered, leaving him in cool pursuit of a diminishing number until he was panting after but one. His step isn't as spry as usual; the "bug" had gotten the better of him, and soon his stamina gives out just as a branch trips him up. Desperately he cries out to his fleeing quarry, skull sputtering snow.]
WAIT, PLEASE!!! YOU'VE GOT TO TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU GOT THIS!!! MY FRIENDS!! MY FAMILY!!! PLEASE...
[But it's no use. His bones ache with sickness, and his heart with homesickness. Alone in the wilderness, he stretched his out in vain towards a diminishing hope.]
PLEASE...
HAPPY DECEMBER, GENESSIANS! FORGIVE ME FOR NOT BEING ON YOUR SCREENS MORE. AS THE LAST REMAINING ORIGINAL GUARDIAN, I'VE BEEN VERY BUSY!! WHETHER IT'S DEALING WITH HORRIBLE GHOSTS OR WRANGLING CIRCUS ANIMALS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS EVER VIGILANT IN KEEPING FAYREN SAFE AND ENTERTAINED! AND EVERGLADE TOO!! EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WORK THERE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER!!!
UNFORTUNATELY, WE MAY NOT GET TO HANG OUT IN PERSON VERY MUCH. THE HEALERS GUILD SAYS I CAUGHT A BUG, EVEN THOUGH THAT IS NOT AMONG MY HOBBIES. IT'S A BAD ONE THAT MAKES YOU FORCIBLY EXPEL AIR FROM YOUR LUNGS!! THEY INFORM ME THAT THIS, IN MEDICAL PARLANCE, IS A "COUGH". AND IF YOU GET NEAR ME, YOU'LL UNWITTINGLY CATCH A BUG TOO!! EVEN THOUGH BEING NEAR ME IS WORTH MANY BUGS, IT'S MY DUTY AS THE GREAT GUARDIAN PAPYRUS TO TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. I HOPE YOU CAN RESIST THE TEMPTATION!!!
WELL, *COUGH*, FRET NOT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T FALTER IN HIS DUTIES, NO MATTER HOW MUCH HIS BONES ACHE! WE'LL JUST HAVE TO MAINTAIN A LONG-DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP, NYEH HEH HEH!
OH, I ALMOST FORGOT! EVERYONE GIVE A BIG CONGRATULATIONS TO LEA AND TRUNKS, WHO WERE PROMOTED TO FULL GUARDIAN A WHILE AGO! ONCE MY BUG CLEARS UP, WE SHOULD HANG OUT AND DO GUARDIAN STUFF! OF COURSE, I HAVEN'T DISAPPEARED. I'M FAR TOO RELIABLE FOR THAT.
<Small>[This latest boast isn't as happy as his others. While he always thought he was the best, he never wanted to bear out by others vanishing. If only his constancy could have rubbed off on them.]</small>
COUGH, COUGH!! WELP, THE CIRCUS WON'T REATTRACT ITSELF! NOT EVEN IF I'M THERE, NYEH HEH HEH!
[B]rambles (Action)
[Despite the fever he's running, Papyrus braves the wilderness anyway in search of the last remaining escaped animals. The healers suggesting he retire from his duties and stay in bed was, to him, a fate worse than death. The Great Guardian Papyrus, going to sleep? Madness! He'll show them what a true Guardian can do, even if their health's wanting. His boots crunch through the snow and his monologue reverberates off the trees.]
LESSE, NEXT UP WE HAVE THE UNICORN, WHO ACCORDING TO MY NOTES, ONLY COME TO MAIDENS OF PURE HEART. WELL, I BET I'D MAKE A GREAT MAIDEN, AND MY HEART'S PURE AS ALL THIS DRIVEN SNOW!! THIS'LL BE EZ-PZ!!!
[Suddenly, a column of thorns sprout up and entangle him. Vines, his weakness! A crone with a crooked, oaken staff stepped from behind a tall oak, cackling.]
Ee hee hee! Look what I've snared in my thorns! The pathetic Papyrus, all alone, who if I'm not mistaken, is terribly ill! Perfect! I've watched you. I've seen you return the noble beasts back to their cages, all to titillate the cruel masses. No longer! Mother nature will not stand idly by while her children dance for your amusement! Today you die Guardian, and all your false justice with you!
[He grit his teeth as the brambles wound closer. She was right about one thing; he is sick. He doubts even his mighty magic would be enough to get him out of his caper. Then he'll do was he does best: appeal to others' better nature. Even an evil druid's.]
YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG! THE RINGLEADER TREATS THEM VERY NICE AND THE AUDIENCE LOVES THEM!! BESIDES, OUT HERE THEY'RE NOT WORKING AT ALL!! TOTALLY UNEMPLOYED!!! WOULD NATURE TOLERATE SUCH SLOTH!?!?
[His diplomacy roll was met with ever-tightening bonds. He coughed and struggled in vain.]
Hush, fool. Nature will have you as well. Your very bones shall nourish the land you'd soon despoil...
Homesi[c]k (Action)
[Still working through his illness, Papyrus is greeted by a miracle: a levitating bed in the shape of a car. And it's heading right towards him!]
OH NO!!! THE HEALER'S GUILD WAS MORE AGGRESSIVE THAN I THOUGHT IN TELLING ME TO REST!!!! HOW CAN I CONVINCE THEM OF MY OWN INCREDIBLE IMPORTANCE!?!?
[With a wintry "hup", the bed is tossed at his feet, revealing a merry band of snowgies. Upon closer inspection, he gasps.]
GASP! THIS ISN'T JUST ANY UNNECESSARY BED; THIS IS THE BED FROM MY HOUSE!!! HOW DID YOU GET IT FROM SNOWDIN???
[The gears of his incredible intellect turn.]
...WAIT!!! THAT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING...YOU ALL KNOW THE WAY TO THE UNDERGROUND!!! THAT MEANS SANS AND UNDYNE AND EVERYBODY AREN'T FAR!!! PLEASE, TAKE ME TO THEM! I'VE GOT TO SHOW THEM AROUND THE SURFACE AND HOW GREAT IT IS!!!
[The snowgies' were too simple to do anything unrelated to their primary, gift-giving task. They smiled blankly, then dispersed.]
NO, COME BACK!
[Dashing through the snow, Papyrus gave chase. The snowgies scattered, leaving him in cool pursuit of a diminishing number until he was panting after but one. His step isn't as spry as usual; the "bug" had gotten the better of him, and soon his stamina gives out just as a branch trips him up. Desperately he cries out to his fleeing quarry, skull sputtering snow.]
WAIT, PLEASE!!! YOU'VE GOT TO TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU GOT THIS!!! MY FRIENDS!! MY FAMILY!!! PLEASE...
[But it's no use. His bones ache with sickness, and his heart with homesickness. Alone in the wilderness, he stretched his out in vain towards a diminishing hope.]
PLEASE...