Night of 172/Super Early Morning of 173

[espigeon]

[Hi, did you want a radio message at two in the morning? A minute ago Julien yelled "No!" which might have been audible in the rooms to either side.

He's very distracted but has enough of his wits now to not want to cause a panic. His human form is using the angel language he learned in Portland. Only a few other carnies understand it, and his voice has the artificial flatness of someone who's learned to speak calmly in bad situation. His breath keeps catching in a pained way, though, and he doesn't know it but he's only got a minute or so left.]

I took Reira to see me in the stable. There are wolves. They're taking us outside somewhere. Servants are not part of this.

I will try to help her. Any way I can.

It's my fault.

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[ not here ]

[whattaprick]

[ Guess who's awake, guess who doesn't understand angel language, guess who's pissed he doesn't understand what the fuck just happened? This guy! ]

[osteothropy]

[Sans pops straight into Lambert's room - is he there?!]

[whattaprick]

[ HELL NO HE ISN'T because he was out in the hallways trying to make sure more shit like this doesn't happen! He probably had to duck into a closet when his radio started squawking. ]

[osteothropy]

[FUCK]

Private, hope this is ok??? If u want I'll move this

[tacosgay]

Hey, uh, you... Lambert? Uh, some shit's going down...

[Taako has a bad feeling about this. And he actually, genuinely likes Julien, leading to a very rare case of real concern in his voice.]

Totally works!

[whattaprick]

I can tell.

[ Lambert's stress levels just shot through the roof, and it sounds like it, though at least he's hissing, not yelling. ]

Unless you've got something better for me than 'some shit,' shut up and stay where you are. We're working on it.

[tacosgay]

Let me know if you need some magical intervention. I'll keep my radio close.

[osteothropy]

[The fuck?

The only reason Sans wasn't sleeping is because of his patrol duties, and this is the exact opposite of anything he wanted to hear. He's just lucky enough to speak angelic, too.]

Are they from the Prince? I can...

[Shit. Can he? He could get to the stable easily, but...]

Can someone help right now?

[espigeon]

Likely. I - the stable girl witnessed. She fled.

[Angel language tends towards things that can be shouted on the battlefield, and some degree of formality; there are informal words, too, but he knew the language when he was Iuliael, distant and confused. Coupled with Julien's tone he sounds very remote, if also like he's flinching.]

Don't escalate! Not yet. I'll tell you where we're taken, I'm a link from me to me.

[He doesn't know he's going to be cut off soon.]

[osteothropy]

[Fuck it, Sans is teleporting out there. He's not planning on intervening, he just wants to see if he can spot where they are being taken.

We'll see how that goes.]

[espigeon]

[There's blood on the cobbles outside of the stables, both spilled and tracked as paw prints and bird... tracks. Julien's a big white blotch in the trees, surrounded by a constellation of eyes appearing and disappearing, ringed in dim white light.

He's bigger than or of a size with the darker, harder-to-see dire wolf, but the animal has him by the throat and is keeping his head down low, pulling him along a step or two at a time. Not all of the blood is Julien's, but he's clearly the worse off of the pair and in no position to fight.

The eyes he's manifesting, which un-manifest as he's pulled away from their short range, are pointing in all kinds of directions. In the dark he sees a flash of someone familiar and takes the moment to make the effort to speak. Watching him he's not indicating a direction, you wouldn't think he's speaking to anyone in particular. Maybe the wolf.]

Leave!

[But concentrating on that plus what he's saying on the radio with his other body means his resistance falters. The wolf gets him to the edge of the chasm, braces all four paws, and heaves him, scrabbling, over the edge. With a flash of wings and eyes, he's gone.]

[pipers_son]

[Shit shit shit. This isn't Joker's department, but he can understand the same language that Julien is speaking and, without thinking, slips into it himself.]

Focus on your breathing. Try to stay calm. Is there anything noteworthy about where you are or where you are going?

[espigeon]

Acknowledged.

[There are informal forms of the angel language, but now Julien's slipping into the formal... forms that Iuliael used most often. He takes a hitching breath.]

Outside of the stable. Into the trees. There's a pit.

[Another intake of breath, and here's an angel phrase, something familiar to Julien rather than a literal sentiment.]

All will be well. Wherever we're going, I can tell you, I can move things and people between.

[pipers_son]

[Joker isn't sure it will be, but he doesn't say that. Stay calm. Show calm.]

What kind of trees? Can you see? Can a mark be made without getting you into trouble?

peanut gallery reporting for duty

[sunflowerfields]

[Hinawa can't understand your fancy angel talk but she knows something is Wrong because it's 2 in the gat dang morning. CONCERNED MOM MODE ACTIVATE]

Who is this? Is someone in trouble?

[espigeon]

[Another word of fancy angel talk, he's not capable of language-switching right now.]

beep beep supervisor here

[pipers_son]

[Now that he's gotten what he's been able to out of Julien, Joker checks on who else is responding.]

We're handlin' it, Hinawa. [They are super not going to be able to handle it-] Just stay where you are, alright?

[He dropped his rough accent for a moment there.]

[sunflowerfields]

[Well now she's even more worried.]

I-

Be careful, whatever you're up to.

[Not here]

[spaghettimonster]

[What is this crazy noise in the public channel doing, interrupting the nightly reading? Papyrus raises his voice on his own channel, hopefully that doesn't inconvenience anyone who IS listening to this broadcast.]

[tacosgay]

[Taako doesn't sleep, so he definitely hears this-- he doesn't understand the language, but he can definitely recognize Julien's voice, as well as the fact that he's in distress. He grabs his radio, and tucks under his covers, his voice low as not to wake Alphys.]

Julien? Is everything okay, bubbale?

[espigeon]

[Have more angel language, but Taako's name is in there.

aaaand here's a good point for the gasp, the pause, and the sound of his body straight up passing out and falling over. That would really hurt, if he could feel it right now.]

[tacosgay]

Julien? Hey, you there? Shit...

[SHIT???? FUCK.]

Open to the other angel-speaking folks (Post-Julien blacking out)

[bananaspeedrider]

Wha... hey..! You-

[A pause as perhaps all the angelic grabbed his attention.]

I know that kid! She lives with a friend of mine~ You have to let me help!

[pipers_son]

[Oh boy. Joker lets out a sigh. He doesn't know what Sans is doing, or where he is.... Which leaves him to being here. Well. It is performance, so it's his job anyway.]

Calm down, first. That's an order.

[Funny how much more serious Joker's voice gets in Angelic.... That's what it is, right?]

[bananaspeedrider]

I'm...! I'm calm. But I need to know where those wolves are so I can kick their-

[Um. There's a word close to what he's looking for right.]

How do you say... I'll smite them...!