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trusthell2016-04-29 08:11 pm
ratingspoint) wrote in trusthell2016-04-29 08:11 pm
Accountability.
| "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? |
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[Her eyes are finally leaving the balcony so she can address him.]
I'm thankful for your concern and your contrasting opinion. It's good to have a voice that speaks out. I just think it's more practical to use them for however long we can, because we don't know how long we'll be doing this, and the bonus is no one gets to die immediately.
And if we die, well, you get to say "I told you so".
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[Just a little bit dryly.]
I'm still very sure this isn't a good decision. There's so many ways this can all go wrong, and I don't want to see any of you suffer or die because of one stupid decision.
[Seriously. Bruce has made a lot of stupid decisions in his life.
...still, with that said, Bruce can very clearly see that everyone seems to be on the other side, and he takes in a slow, deep breath.]
I won't stop you all from making your decision. I don't think any of you are listening to me, anyway, so anything else I say at this point is useless.
Just. Be careful.
[Don't suffer through it all yet again.]
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But it's not like anyone was ever gonna talk Cherry out of it anyway. I figured we were screwed when Mettaton came out.
[He's actually sorta shocked that Sigrun was willing to consider the group's safety first?]
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please]
I just hope we all don't regret this.
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[...Just getting that out there.
He still isn't entirely convinced himself, even if he trusts Cherryblod and Sigrun. Just...after everything these two have displayed, how can Cherryblod and Sigrun jump to wanting to babysit them?]
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But thank you, Colress.]
...sorry. But you know what I mean.
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I... I just don't know how to feel if this goes all wrong because of emotions clouding our judgment.
[Colress. The one who didn't even Emotion at the beginning of this thing, saying that.
God this is really testing his views on trust again.]
But...emotions have driven everything up until this point, haven't they?
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But that aside...]
Maybe emotions are what will fix this, as much as I don't want to say it either.
[Mettaton clearly still has something with Sigrun, and despite it all he and... Pretentious care for each other. Maybe that's something to start with.]
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But...he does know someone who did some pretty awful things and realized his mistakes enough to want to atone for them. Well, two people, actually. He himself is one of them.
Is...this a similar case, maybe...?
...]
I suppose we will just have to hope for the best.
[Uggghhh this makes him feel a bit sick. He'll just...look at the pods...]
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Here's seriously hoping they don't screw up.]
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[It's all they can collectively hope at this rate, right?]
I suppose by now it's more the death that we're all rather sick of.
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[He wants to end it, too. But he's just not sure this is the right way to do it.]
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[Or not!!]
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