⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.

PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴ The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory?

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[osteothropy]

That gives Sans a bit of pause because, wow, kind of a sore spot there, buddy. He raises his hands in mock defense, and three of his seven eyes seem to roll of their own accord. Not to mention... it's a bit surprising that Lambert can see his true form well enough to know so concretely that he's an angel. Fascinating.

"Not all angels are guardians, pal," he says. Maybe his image of a carrion bird is more accurate than one might expect - except for the part where Sans actually gets anything out of the equation. "I'm what they call an angel of death."

It's said with an oppressive amount of gravitas, his eye sockets momentarily going dark. The moment is quickly over, however, as Sans shrugs.

"Y'know, a psychopomp? Spirit guide? So, like I said. Not my department."

[whattaprick]

You'd think Lambert would have picked up on that sooner, between the whole skeleton and near an accident thing, but considering the most offensive thing he's seen Sans do at this point is maybe pet a cat, the oversight makes sense. Sort of.

Nonetheless, at the emphasis on death, Lambert will take a step backwards, instinct overriding logic. He looks immediately annoyed afterwards, especially when Sans goes back to shrugging right after that little show. He huffs, crossing his arms, then frowns and glances in the direction the woman walked off in.

"So, what," he says, slowly. "You were supposed to guide her?"

[osteothropy]

Sans follows that gaze of towards the direction the lady left, too. Well, she's gone now. It's out of his hands. Maybe back in the day he would have had an arch-angel to report to, that he could ask for advice on the subject.

Not anymore. All he's got now is his own moral compass, and instincts from being created to fulfill a very specific purpose. He guesses he'll just have to let this go.

"I was suppos'ta make sure her soul made it to the afterlife, as intended. Angels of death don't actually kill anybody, y'know. It just means we know when it's coming, and what to do after."

He winks a few of his eyes.

"That is, provided some bonehead hasn't mucked the whole thing up."

[whattaprick]

Lambert can't help bristling defensively at that. No question he's the 'bonehead' in this situation, and though Sans' wink is probably meant to be reassuring on some level, Lambert very much isn't. Reassured, that is.

"So what happens now?" He asks tightly, muscles tense, body keyed up for a fight as he stares Sans down with a challenge in his expression. Not that he actually ... has any hope in hell of fighting something like angels of death or whatever, but if Sans thought that revelation was going to get him to cower or back down, well, he can shove that thought right back up his bony angel ass.

"You got angel cops who chase people down for this kind of thing?"

[osteothropy]

"Eh."

Sans offers another non-committal gesture. If Lambert is expecting a fight he's about to be disappointed. Sans isn't big on fighting people in general.

"Maybe upstairs would have been worried about it back in the day, but now there's nobody on this case but me. So... I guess you got lucky."

He doesn't even feel like he should be suggesting people don't try to save another life. It's just... complicated. Sans doesn't like complicated things.

"Nice of ya to save an old lady, anyway."

[whattaprick]

Without any aggression from the angel -- and isn't that weird to think about -- Lambert will settle down, if only just. Still, he can't help looking at him, frowning. Something about what he just said--

"What do you mean by 'back in the day'?" Because seriously, what does that mean?

gaze too intense

[osteothropy]

Sans takes his turn to look a little puzzled. Isn't it obvious...? Except, no, maybe not. After all, this guy doesn't exactly sound like a supernatural expert.

"Back when Heaven and Earth were still communicado. Nobody's been able to go back and forth for years."

And then he carries on without leaving room for questions.

"But that just makes me wonder - how long have you been able to see I'm an angel?"

[whattaprick]

There's only so much you can pick up from internet research, after all, and Lambert's never been willing to dive feet-first into this shit. But that does ring a vague bell, though he'll have to take a moment to actually remember where he's heard about something similar.

At least Sans's question is a little more straightforward to answer, even if it makes him cross his arms defensively.

"A few months, maybe. I couldn't, when I first got here." Honestly, it's a struggle to recall a specific time. He'd only started working at the cafe a few months ago, and got briefly turned into a cat in the middle of that, so keeping track of which customers were and weren't actually inhuman before wasn't high on his list of priorities. "I wasn't sure, but the description fit."

[osteothropy]

Sans spreads his wings illustratively, and then closes them again. When he does that, his radiance gets a bit hard to look at. Presumably, only for people with the ability to see like Lambert.

"Well... it's not exactly subtle."

Sans snickers to himself.

"An' here I thought you were just edgy around me for normal human reasons."

[whattaprick]

Lambert squeezes his eyes shut against the glow, averting his face quickly -- enough of a response, probably, though the half-hearted glare he levels at the angel suggests Lambert's considerably less amused by the proceedings.

"You mean being roped into your weird book club?" Seriously, someone approaching you out of the blue asking if you'd like a Good Book, that's a little kooky as far as Lambert's concerned. "Because that is a pretty good reason."

[osteothropy]

"I'd say I do a decent job of acting human for someone who totally isn't," he says, with another shrug, though he looks mostly amused now. At least Lambert is getting over the angel of death thing without making it a huge ordeal. "On that note... wanna grab a drink and talk about good books, later? You kind of put me out of a job, today."

[whattaprick]

Sans totally doesn't do a good job of acting human at all, if one were to ask Lambert, but no one ever is interested in Lambert's opinions so that will go unsaid.

"I have to go back to the cafe," he says, but it's not a 'no.' As far as he's concerned, he's not at fault for anything, but... he pushes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, exhaling. "But fine. Later. I could use a drink anyway."

[osteothropy]

"Cool. Then it's a date," Sans will say, giving Lambert finger guns, as he nonchalantly starts backing away without looking where he is going. It's not completely clear whether he is now being extra weird just to bother him, or if this is just his genuine behaviour. Probably the later, honestly.

When Lambert finally breaks eye contact with him he will abruptly disappear. He'll be back at the end of your shift, brosef.