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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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Good. I'll make it twice as cool as you could ever hope for. The greatest cool.
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GREATEST COOL!!!
[SEE METTATON HE TOLD YOU THAT WAS A LEGIT PHRASE]
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[This is such a lost cause.]
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[...well he just horribly mispronounced her name, but uh. He tried???]
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Sigrun. But that's captain to you. And the meaning of "greatest cool" is the coolest that ever did cool.
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[SALUTES
with the wrong hand
oh well at least he tried???]
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AND THAT'S ALL ANYONE CAN ASK YOU FOR
but she'll salute with the proper hand to show him]
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And he'll copy it perfectly so at least he's capable of learning!!!]
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IT ALSO MAKES SIGRUN REALLY EXCITED.]
THE GREATEST OF GREATEST COOLS!!!
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COOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!
[Complete with fist pumping and spinning.]
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It's like seventeen people aren't dead.]
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