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

[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?

[greatestcool]

Correct! Mettaton's title was Vainglorious and we killed Ambitious.

...As for Observant... I honestly have no idea who that is.

[SHRUG

ryuunosuke uryuu continues to be #helpful]

[notjustawriter]

[......]

What? How can you not know who he is?

[He's been under the impression this book was written by you, uh]

[greatestcool]

How am I supposed to explain something I don't know? I just don't know?

[jeez gabriel]

[notjustawriter]

Isn't this your handwriting?

[Just... showing the book, here.]

[greatestcool]

Nope.

[MORE SHRUGGING]

[notjustawriter]

....I see.

[It's not disbelief, just utter bafflement over this entire clusterfuck of a situation.]

[goodforsomething]

......okay? One less guy for us to deal with, I guess.

Is that city watchin' us yours? [There weren't any monsters, so probably it's not where Mettaton's from.]

[greatestcool]

Nope. I was pulled into this world like the rest of you guys.

[sleepingkogoro]

It must be Ambitious' world, I suppose. He made the game that got you two in, you two never left his world and instead used all his stuff...

I suppose it was useless to wonder about that city and the broadcast. It's something out of your control.

[greatestcool]

Well, you're right about the last part, but Ambitious had even less control over this place than we did, sooo...

[notjustawriter]

Not his world either, in other words.

[greatestcool]

I'm pretty sure it's not. I didn't talk to him much.

[sleepingkogoro]

Instead I suppose I should ask if there was any concrete reason you two chose us twenty-six to be here...if there even was a reason for that, because part of me bets it was all random and didn't have any reason.

["Let me guess: we have to find out by ourselves" he thinks. Yes, he is fully expecting Ryuunosuke to say they must]

[greatestcool]

You guys keep asking me to hand you stuff. When are you going to learn I'm not here for that? Ugh, and this was after I told Enforcing that you guys were doing so well with not asking me for help in trials...

[SIIIIGH...]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri actually laughs a bit]

I fully expected that answer. Aaaah, I suppose we aren't the only ones who are blatantly predictable.

[greatestcool]

I wouldn't have to be if you guys were better at this game!

[sleepingkogoro]

You should have obtained better players. It's your own fault we're not entertaining enough.

[sleepingkogoro]

You don't?

...

How did Observant's title appear in that book, if neither you or Tinman knew about it? Was it Glory's doing, somehow?

[Yes, he is focusing on the tiny details. Let him be]

[greatestcool]

Hey, don't call him Tinman!

[ >:| ]

I have no idea what that book is. Don't ask me.

[MORE SHRUGGING]

[notjustawriter]

[If Pretentious hadn't just proven to be shit at lying, Gabriel would call him out, but as it is...]