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

[captainobnoxious]

... So far, it's looking that I'm in the minority to be killing.

[Which is fine, because with her intended target she needs to be the only one.

Not that she's all there in the minority either at this point.]

We did well last time with a trial in not killing anyone. So they'll probably want to do that again. And I've never really been their leader, whatever anyone says be damned, so it's not like I've got much a say against that.

[greatestcool]

At least you're honest. I figured you'd always want to kill us anyway.

[captainobnoxious]

Honesty pays in honesty. Always has, always will.

[goodforsomething]

I'm not exactly against killin' them, but I care more about us than them either way. I'll listen to what people have to say about it.

[captainobnoxious]

That's fair, too. We still need to get to that point anyway.

[amygdalae]

...it'll be easy to say to hurt them for all that they've done.

[But.

As he mentioned earlier--the cycle of violence. It has to end somewhere.]

I mostly just want to be sure that neither of them will ever try something like this again. [He glances away slightly at that.] As long as there is a way that will work with that which won't end in disaster, I suppose I can't have any objections.

[He doesn't want to kill too, but with these two... the temptation to do something is pretty damn strong. And like hell Bruce has enough self-restraint as he likes to think that he has.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Maaaaaaaan all of you.]

That's good to hear. I'd like it to be a more or less unified decision, too, so we'll decide like we did with Black.

[amygdalae]

[Trust him, Bruce wishes he could just go up and land a few punches and Hulk smashes himself. But... even if he did, he knows his conscience wouldn't forgive him for it. The cycle of violence would continue, and... nothing would change.]

We'll see what everyone else says.

[isafraid]

...We've been through far too much of death already. I say do what we will. Who are we to listen to the rules at hand?

[They've done so well this far.]

What matters most is making sure nothing turns into a greater problem then this.

[captainobnoxious]

[... Really...]

Getting to the root of it would be best. I'd like to hear the plans towards that, if we decide on it, so we don't just blindly step into it.

[goodforsomething]

We'll plan all that out once we're out of this shit. Need to go look over what we know about the other games anyway.

[isafraid]

So would I. [....Maybe having a plan going forward here would be best after all.]

There's the matter of where we are, not to mention where we'd go, besides some other things.