...Welp, that's extra reason to be relieved none of them got promoted higher than Delta. A changed body is still closer to one's own body than being uploaded to some other species and looking the same as all your neighbors.
Though Shimmer's other comment adds a bit of... worry.
"We're, uh, maybe we should find that stash, so we have an... alibi for having the iron?" Please don't tell any other fae that they're war criminals on top of all the other things the courts are mad at them about.
Their surroundings are as clean as they're likely to get with the resources on hand, anyway, so Papyrus beelines to where Lambert's finishing up with that knife and explains what he's looking for. A foot-long opening, just above his tail, and Papyrus can handle the rest from there - leaving more time to help Childermass, and maybe start on freeing someone else. Lambert makes the cut quickly enough, likely from some reflexive skill at skinning that doesn't bear dwelling on in this time and place.
Once there's enough opening, Papyrus shoos him off and heads to the reception desk, then sets his skull on it to watch his work from behind. It's a bit of a process, pulling bones out and rearranging them on the counter, but he knows his own skeleton and can tell when they don't feel right together. It shouldn't take that long.
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Though Shimmer's other comment adds a bit of... worry.
"We're, uh, maybe we should find that stash, so we have an... alibi for having the iron?" Please don't tell any other fae that they're war criminals on top of all the other things the courts are mad at them about.
Their surroundings are as clean as they're likely to get with the resources on hand, anyway, so Papyrus beelines to where Lambert's finishing up with that knife and explains what he's looking for. A foot-long opening, just above his tail, and Papyrus can handle the rest from there - leaving more time to help Childermass, and maybe start on freeing someone else. Lambert makes the cut quickly enough, likely from some reflexive skill at skinning that doesn't bear dwelling on in this time and place.
Once there's enough opening, Papyrus shoos him off and heads to the reception desk, then sets his skull on it to watch his work from behind. It's a bit of a process, pulling bones out and rearranging them on the counter, but he knows his own skeleton and can tell when they don't feel right together. It shouldn't take that long.