Accountability.

[ratingspoint]

"Killswitch? I 'left Alphys to die'? Please, darlings, don't tell me you actually buy all these tired old storylines..." It's been a few weeks since that particular voice has been heard by anyone in the Vault; it's sharp, flamboyant and incredibly familiar, and it's coming from the same place the Kingmaker's always seems to - nowhere and everywhere at once, piped in through some unseen system. "You know, normally I'd balk a bit at being dragged out in front of all of you for another trial, because I think you all know by now how much I hate repeat performances. Fortunately, there's a difference, isn't there? Between now and then... And if the crowd cries for an encore, who am I to deny it!" There's a panel of wall behind that balcony, one that slides open quickly and easily; the pair of people that emerge from it...well, they're different than anything the Vault has seen so far, that much is obvious. The first is reasonably slight in frame, his hair and his clothing bright in color; he's resplendant in...just about every tacky accessory Caren unwittingly brought with her to the Vault - with the exception of the bra, naturally. Because we've got to have some dignity here, clearly, even if that dignity doesn't extend to the fucking leopard-print bucket hat currently sitting on his head at a jaunty as hell angle. His expression is intense and deeply manic, his body shaking a bit and fists clenched at his sides as though he's trying to keep himself from laughing, from lashing out and hitting the wall, from doing something to relieve some of it, but his eyes... ...His eyes, though. His eyes are dead as hell, his stare cutting and utterly devoid of emotion all at once. And the second...well, he's familiar, though it seems his avatar has changed quite a bit since the last time you saw him. It's something more suiting, let's put it that way. He's the one leaning over to greet you now, hands braced tight against that railing spanning the length of the balcony. "Beauties and gentlebeauties, I'm pleased to introduce to you our hosts for the evening! First of all, the Kingmaker, without whom none of this would have been possible!" And that gets a sweeping gesture to his side, where the ginger just...enthusiastically pumps his fist in the air, and that's when the laugh escapes him, harsh and uncontrolled. "It's about time!" Mettaton tosses his head a bit at that; he doesn't laugh himself, but he seems pleased enough with it before he continues. "As for me? Well, I'd like to wish you good evening and good luck - both sentiments straight from the King of the Underground! Try to make this good for us, all right?" "Make it cool!" "...Sweetheart, really." ...Right, well! Let's begin, shall we?

Comments

[sleepingkogoro]

...okay, who the hell are you?

[Not you, Mettaton. Your redhead friend over here]

[goodforsomething]

I understand the ugly jumpsuits now.

[sleepingkogoro]

His title fits him real well, doesn't it?

[Pretentious as heck]

[notjustawriter]

....He probably thinks they look good.

[isafraid]

Well they don't.

[Let's just make this clear from the start.]

[amygdalae]

...they're useful, but that's about as much as I can go with.

[Look he's the one who had to wear these jumpsuits for the entire goddamn time, okay.]

[greatestcool]

My name's Ryuunosuke Uryuu! It's nice to finally see you all in person!

[BOY IS HE EXCITED TO BE HERE]

[sleepingkogoro]

Right. Uryuu...Uryuu-san, I suppose. Pretentious serial killer.

What is your big idea now? You and Mettaton-kun can't be out here without having some sort of plan. What are you two going to do?

[Mouri is trying hard to stay calm. This is like a hostage negotiation. That is how he is seeing this right now, and first rule is to stay calm.

He fully expects Ryuunosuke to be infuriating]

[greatestcool]

What happens is up to you all! But we're nowhere near done just yet; there's still more to do before we reach the end!

[And he'll laugh again, the sound wild and obviously pleased.]

[amygdalae]

What do you still want us to do?

[...hello, way too happy manchild.]

[captainobnoxious]

I wish I could say the same.

[Son of a bitch.]

[greatestcool]

I really don't know what you were expecting.

[captainobnoxious]

Not this, obviously.

[This is a really bad romance-murder plot. Romurder.]

Well, you, maybe. Being the Kingmaker person. But not him.

[You know, the guy beside you in the tacky royalty wear.]

[goodforsomething]

...that's too many U's. I'm gonna keep callin' you Pretentious.

[greatestcool]

Just call me "Ryuu" then. I won't answer if you call me by that stupid title!

[notjustawriter]

I'd say that title fits you pretty well.

[goodforsomething]

Sure, whatever. Ryuu.

So I'm assumin' Mettaton's Vainglorious, and you two took out Ambitious. That just leaves Observant. Is he still around?

[isafraid]

The feeling's not mutual.

[Boy all of this sure is the fucking worst.]

[greatestcool]

Oh boy, any more fascinating insights you care to share with me? I never would have expected that one!

[good lord]

[isafraid]

If you're gonna be like that then you're not worth talking to.

[Hoo boy. A couple minutes in meeting the guy and we're off to a great start.]

[pokexplorer]

You never gave me that hair gel, you know. But I suppose you already knew the basics, didn't you.

[HE IS SO FUCKING TIRED AND DONE WITH BOTH OF YOU, THIS IS THE FIRST THING HE SAYS.]

[greatestcool]

I didn't? Whoops. I guess that slipped through somehow. I actually am sorry about that, believe it or not!

[this is actually a thing that is happening right now]

[pokexplorer]

Oh, yes, that clearly is the most important thing you should be sorry about.

[Of course it is.]

[penduli]

[ well someone is just

the most excited to be here, wow, you are like a fucking dead-eyed puppy aren't you ]

It's... nice to see you too. Or—it's nice to put a face to who I've been talking to for the past couple of nights, at least.

[greatestcool]

I really did appreciate the attempted-backstabbing thing. It was pretty obvious, but it was fun!

[His eyes are so dead, damn.]