[Something in the air crackles as Sans places the umbrella on the sand. That's all, though. Even as the bones drop in a perfect line, it doesn't move. Everything is still.]
[Until it's pierced, pinned in place in twelve points. There's a sound like: fwoomph. And it explodes.]
[Like a fireball, but out. Expanding across the sand flat and wide, searing heat blasting an instant glass circle in its wake for yards and yards — save for a small but very precise fire-free ring around Sans.]
[The umbrella itself is gone. Thoroughly annihilated. But that doesn't seem to matter much anymore. From the flashpoint, a figure rises, seeming to be made of flame wrapped in a red cloak, white eyes glowing from within the black smoke of the hood. There's a sound like a hundred people talking, singing, laughing, crying, screaming at once, and then it — she — descends. Toes not quite touching the still-hot glass, hands smoking, pulses of fire sparking off every few seconds, she looks at Sans. Looks at the treeline. Looks at the ocean. Looks down.]
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[Until it's pierced, pinned in place in twelve points. There's a sound like: fwoomph. And it explodes.]
[Like a fireball, but out. Expanding across the sand flat and wide, searing heat blasting an instant glass circle in its wake for yards and yards — save for a small but very precise fire-free ring around Sans.]
[The umbrella itself is gone. Thoroughly annihilated. But that doesn't seem to matter much anymore. From the flashpoint, a figure rises, seeming to be made of flame wrapped in a red cloak, white eyes glowing from within the black smoke of the hood. There's a sound like a hundred people talking, singing, laughing, crying, screaming at once, and then it — she — descends. Toes not quite touching the still-hot glass, hands smoking, pulses of fire sparking off every few seconds, she looks at Sans. Looks at the treeline. Looks at the ocean. Looks down.]
Oh, man, I really fucked up this beach, huh.