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ratingspoint) wrote2016-01-07 07:34 pm
ratingspoint) wrote2016-01-07 07:34 pm
002. [Action for Route 35 / Video]
[ACTION FOR ROUTE 35]
[A good amount of the snow has melted off by now but perhaps more importantly it was reasonably not-frigid today, and a lot of the cloud cover has passed over and that means it's been a good day to be outside rather than staring out a damn window.
He's not too far outside of the city when the sun goes down, just far enough to get away from most of the light pollution; there's not much out here, all told, but there is a fence and large, thick wooden slats to climb up (and he's dressed all in black tonight but he's still got those damn pink boots on, and in heels like those it's a wonder he didn't roll his ankle somehow in the process of getting up there but he seems fine enough) and tonight he can be found just...sitting on top of it, legs crossed at the knee like this isn't even a thing and comfortable enough in his coat that it seems the dropping night temperatures aren't touching him at all. There are a pair of Rotoms buzzing around nearby, making nuisances of themselves in the grass and once in a while annoying those little ghost balloons that can be found in there sometimes, but Mettaton doesn't seem to be paying them much mind; they aren't his, after all, not really. Friends, but not captures.
Cousins, maybe.
There really isn't much out here, but there's a chill running through the air that he's not accustomed to and it's wonderful, and more importantly there are stars – real ones, not crystals, not something that you have to project like an IMAX theatre about to make yourself feel better but actual stars – and before long he's smiling like it's going out of style and he's got his hand out, tracing lines between them and maybe finding some actual constellations but most likely just making up his own, and...okay, let's be real, he's probably naming them all after himself.
But he's having a good time, regardless, and obviously that's what matters.]
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Good evening, beauties!
[...Oh, good, it's this guy again.
He's looking pretty flushed, honestly, as though he's been out in the cold recently, but he's indoors now and he's still dressed pretty warmly, so he'll probably be warmed up just fine in a little while. The room he's in is a lot nicer than the last one, too; it doesn’t look like a hotel room, either, but rather something in a proper residence. ...It's also very aggressively decorated in pink sparkly things (or pink fluffy things, in the case of the bed), and hopefully whomever he's staying with charged him a security deposit because the place looks kinda like a glitterbomb went off in there and lord, that is probably never coming out of the carpet.
Either way, though, Mettaton is in good spirits this evening and the greeting is accompanied by a smile and a wave, because he's entirely aware that he's on-camera and so of course it is.]
As I'm sure you've all been waiting for updates, I'm pleased to tell you all that I've settled in well since my last broadcast! That isn't to say it's been easy, but I've been liking the challenge. After all, there's no tension in having everything handed to you! No suspense, no drama – it'd be terribly boring.
But there are some questions you just have to use a lifeline on, aren't there? So I think I'll choose to poll the audience on this one:
Say that you've come across a Pokémon with a bit of an...attitude problem. Serious attitude. So many problems. And maybe you want to help the poor darling out, because apparently it's too abrasive for its own good and a little on the dim side. And really, what else are you supposed to do with something like that?
[...He's found something that's pretty much Mad Dummy incarnate, let's put it that way.]
So the question is this: Assuming that you're both entirely committed to doing this and sufficiently attractive and charismatic, how do you go about getting it to warm up to you?
A. Hope that your good looks and charm will win it over eventually.
B. Flirt with it, because apparently that works more often than you'd think.
C. Beat it into submission somehow.
D. None of the above?
[...METTATON, NO.]
I'll be taking calls from viewers for the next good while, but the option won't be open forever – so do take advantage of the opportunity as soon as possible!
Until next time!
[A good amount of the snow has melted off by now but perhaps more importantly it was reasonably not-frigid today, and a lot of the cloud cover has passed over and that means it's been a good day to be outside rather than staring out a damn window.
He's not too far outside of the city when the sun goes down, just far enough to get away from most of the light pollution; there's not much out here, all told, but there is a fence and large, thick wooden slats to climb up (and he's dressed all in black tonight but he's still got those damn pink boots on, and in heels like those it's a wonder he didn't roll his ankle somehow in the process of getting up there but he seems fine enough) and tonight he can be found just...sitting on top of it, legs crossed at the knee like this isn't even a thing and comfortable enough in his coat that it seems the dropping night temperatures aren't touching him at all. There are a pair of Rotoms buzzing around nearby, making nuisances of themselves in the grass and once in a while annoying those little ghost balloons that can be found in there sometimes, but Mettaton doesn't seem to be paying them much mind; they aren't his, after all, not really. Friends, but not captures.
Cousins, maybe.
There really isn't much out here, but there's a chill running through the air that he's not accustomed to and it's wonderful, and more importantly there are stars – real ones, not crystals, not something that you have to project like an IMAX theatre about to make yourself feel better but actual stars – and before long he's smiling like it's going out of style and he's got his hand out, tracing lines between them and maybe finding some actual constellations but most likely just making up his own, and...okay, let's be real, he's probably naming them all after himself.
But he's having a good time, regardless, and obviously that's what matters.]
[VIDEO]
Good evening, beauties!
[...Oh, good, it's this guy again.
He's looking pretty flushed, honestly, as though he's been out in the cold recently, but he's indoors now and he's still dressed pretty warmly, so he'll probably be warmed up just fine in a little while. The room he's in is a lot nicer than the last one, too; it doesn’t look like a hotel room, either, but rather something in a proper residence. ...It's also very aggressively decorated in pink sparkly things (or pink fluffy things, in the case of the bed), and hopefully whomever he's staying with charged him a security deposit because the place looks kinda like a glitterbomb went off in there and lord, that is probably never coming out of the carpet.
Either way, though, Mettaton is in good spirits this evening and the greeting is accompanied by a smile and a wave, because he's entirely aware that he's on-camera and so of course it is.]
As I'm sure you've all been waiting for updates, I'm pleased to tell you all that I've settled in well since my last broadcast! That isn't to say it's been easy, but I've been liking the challenge. After all, there's no tension in having everything handed to you! No suspense, no drama – it'd be terribly boring.
But there are some questions you just have to use a lifeline on, aren't there? So I think I'll choose to poll the audience on this one:
Say that you've come across a Pokémon with a bit of an...attitude problem. Serious attitude. So many problems. And maybe you want to help the poor darling out, because apparently it's too abrasive for its own good and a little on the dim side. And really, what else are you supposed to do with something like that?
[...He's found something that's pretty much Mad Dummy incarnate, let's put it that way.]
So the question is this: Assuming that you're both entirely committed to doing this and sufficiently attractive and charismatic, how do you go about getting it to warm up to you?
A. Hope that your good looks and charm will win it over eventually.
B. Flirt with it, because apparently that works more often than you'd think.
C. Beat it into submission somehow.
D. None of the above?
[...METTATON, NO.]
I'll be taking calls from viewers for the next good while, but the option won't be open forever – so do take advantage of the opportunity as soon as possible!
Until next time!
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[He's got his gaze trained high again, and he folds his arms against his chest as though warding off some of the chill.]
We do have something similar, back in the Underground - but the genuine article is always better than an imitation.
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...Not that I'd suggest it. Travelling on the routes sucks.
[He's smirking though, okay.]
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Someday, though, definitely. I've had enough of staying in one place, and there's so much to see out here.
[That's absolutely going to be a thing, from the sound of it, and he won't hear otherwise.]
Tell me something about your city, though, darling, I'm curious. Whatever you want.
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[And you're totally on your own, because he's never leaving Goldenrod again, okay. Not unless it involves spamming Teleport.]
...Well, I'm from Tokyo. I guess it's one of those things that's pretty common between worlds? There are other people from Tokyo, but it's not the same Tokyo. If that makes any sense.
[Technically not a lie!]
It's a fucking huge city. Like... Goldenrod's got fucking nothing on Tokyo. It's so big they separated it into wards and there's like... twenty-something of 'em, I think? Anyway, the point is that it's massive.
I like it, it's kinda nice. But I think that's mostly 'cause it's familiar. I know Tokyo really fucking well and I'm still getting used to Goldenrod. But I've lived in Tokyo all my life, so I guess that's expected?
[...is it obvious that he's really bad at this.]
I don't really know what else to say about it though.
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[He sighs a bit, though it's hard to tell if the sound is more affectionate or exasperated. Probably both.]
Dr. Alphys is very fond of those horrible animated shows that the humans tend to like. Sometimes they fall down and she immediately gets her hands on them, and...well. I doubt you have half as many magical girls and giant robots running around the place as those would have us think.
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[It takes a moment to sink in. When it does, Naki looks horrified.]
Oh my fucking god. Is everything you know about the surface world from anime? Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. No, Tokyo's fucking nothing like that. No magical girls, no robots, none of that shit.
[just cannibals, nbd]
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[WE JUST...DON'T TELL UNDYNE...]
Though it's not too much of a stretch in logic, I guess. After all, I'm made of metal and magic myself, remember?
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[This totally makes sense.]
And I guess it's kinda debatable here, since Pokémon are actually real? I'm pretty sure they were like, a video game or something back home.
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[That's...interesting, actually.]
We don't have any games like this in the Underground. I mean, we do have a few games, but they're mostly for computers... Dr. Alphys has one of those awful dating simulation video games about a human with cat ears and mind-control powers that go into effect when she kisses someone. It's...bizarre.
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Well...whatever. I'm sure she'll tell you all about it if she ever shows up.
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[...]
Do you miss her?
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[Mettaton, that answered exactly neither of those questions.]
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We're not friends anymore. I owe her for my creation and my fame, and I'll still work with her sometimes. Because of that.
That's all.
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[...]
We were always the odd pair out. We loved humanity while everyone else wanted to destroy it, and that's what we bonded over.
She'd like it here. ...Most of it. The parts that didn't terrify her or weird her out.
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[...He's not actually sure Mettaton wants that.]
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[And that's about all it takes to get his voice back up to the normal levels of enthusiasm; maybe he's worked something out- ]
That's enough about her, though - I'm getting bored, darling, and the last thing you want is an inattentive audience.
[...or he's just decided he's disinterested in the topic, okay then.]
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You're a disaster.
[It's affectionate as hell though.]
Alright, alright, I don't want to fucking bore you. I'll drop it.
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[Mettaton, please...
He's back to looking at the stars again, though, once that's out there.]
The stars are all gemstones where I'm from, you know. We have flowers and crystals that glow in the dark...they throw just enough light onto the ceiling of a few of the caverns to make the gemstones sparkle. People make wishes on them sometimes.
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...That sounds kinda pretty.
[...]
But that means you've never seen a shooting star, right? Those are the ones you're supposed to wish on!
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[...Because that's totally a decision he can make for himself.]
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[naki are you five]
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[Huh.]
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[...]
I dunno, that's just what I've always been told?
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