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

[penduli]

We're our own responsibility, Mr. Banner. We don't belong to you or anyone else—it isn't your job to keep us safe.

[ Hell, it's not even Sigrun's job to, even if she's so stubborn on it. ]

If they want to take in those two, that's their choice. Let them deal with it, while you go off hopping around worlds to take care of everything else. [ He... also doesn't agree with the notion of them being anywhere near Sigrun or Cherryblod, but whatever. ] It's either we go for that neat little alternative they've thought up for us, or we kill them.

[amygdalae]

It is, but its mine as well at the same time. [Not that he wants them to think of him as a leader or anything like that, but. They've been depending on him in their own ways. Its only fair that he has to do the same in return.]

I don't want everyone here to suffer for a decision made solely because of one or two people.

[They can't just leave it to chance here. Not after everything.]

[goodforsomething]

We've all got a responsibility to each other. I know I'd feel partway responsible if I voted to spare 'em, and later they went off and killed some more people.

Pretty sure Sigrun or Cherry could take 'em both down alone, though. Only trouble I see is if they maybe sneak off.

[captainobnoxious]

They won't leave my sight.

[... Which, given how she's been treating Black this whole week, is a goddamn feat if they do.]

[penduli]

[ ...the only time he's allowed to be alone is if he's in the bathroom, guys. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[swear to god, if those two manage to get some alone time, they damn well deserve it]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri suddenly had mental images of Sigrun cuddling with them on her bed because that is what happened with Black. That is what Black said happened.

He is cringing right now]