Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved. However, there's still work to do here, isn't there? Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up." And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder. "We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out." >Follow?

Comments

[amygdalae]

[He can probably guess. All of them died because of those two, after all, the feelings must be very different.]

It's never easy being the rational one, it seems.

[Just with the smallest tinge of wryness.]

[uro_cyon]

I wouldn't feel bad about it. Someone had to say it, and Cherryblod's plan could have killed all of us. Or even just us "dead" folk. [ Which is what they were so worried about, after hearing what Mettaton did.]

[amygdalae]

Yeah.

[Bruce knew he had to, or else he'd regret it. And he's had too many regrets to want to take on even more.

But still, despite that...]

I'm glad it worked out in the end.

[uro_cyon]

[He gives a slight shrug.] It isn't what I would have done, but we all made it.

[ A beat.]

Best of luck to you Banner.

[amygdalae]

And the same to you.

[Is it weird, wishing a vigilante luck? Ah well.]

I'm sure our paths will cross again eventually.

[uro_cyon]

I'd say let me know when you're around Chicago, but I'm moving. [Not to mention the parallel universes and all.]

Though if we ever do, feel free to get in touch.

[amygdalae]

Of course. I'm sure we'll be needing your help again sooner or later.

[Especially if they're going to can more murdergames.]