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futurology2017-02-12 08:01 am
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in futurology2017-02-12 08:01 am
Entry tags:
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- asher millstone (htgawm),
- chihiro ogino (spirited away),
- fiona (borderlands),
- hanzo shimada (overwatch),
- jesse mccree (overwatch),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- lilith (borderlands),
- mettaton (undertale),
- oliver hampton (htgawm),
- papyrus (undertale),
- rhys (borderlands),
- sonia nevermind (danganronpa 2),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- yaalu (original)
[Video | UN: METTATON]
Well, Audentes. Things have certainly taken a turn towards Sweeps Week, haven't they?
[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]
Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.
The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]
"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.
Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.
[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...
...Why waste a talent when you have it?
[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]
Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.
The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]
"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.
Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.
[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...
...Why waste a talent when you have it?
audio | un: RHY5-W1NZ
[ Everyone knew that already, but he says it like
The newspaper was trying to follow up with the virology department because their contact stopped replying, I guess? Everyone at the hospital was too busy to talk to us, sooo I'm thinking we're totally justified in doing a breaking-and-entering thing. We tried it the legal way.
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I like the way you think, darling. We can always use a little more excitement in our lives.
...also, you were sneaking around the Woodhurst Watch? Are you still here?
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I mean, I guess it is, but still.
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[All he can do is give you a patient smile, darling.
Oh you.]
Well! It's good you're safe. It's not exactly empty in here.
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[There's a shrill squeak as Mettaton pushes himself out of his chair, then a pair of twin thumps as his heels hit the floor. His necklace dangles, forcing the camera to swing loose as he heads toward the doorway.
The camera swings out into the hallway. There's a deranged looking woman at the end of the hall, moaning and clawing at her face.]
HEY, DEBRA!!
[The infected woman turns toward the voice... Then goes back to her clawing.
Mettaton pulls his communicator back to his face.]
No, I don't think she feels like talking.
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[ He pauses, then a moment later: ]
She barely even looked at you.
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Apparently the infected don't find metal particularly interesting. A shame for them, really. I always thought I was... [Now that he's in his chair, he kicks up his leg at an impossible angle until it's parallel with his face.] Tasty.
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It sure will, darling. Especially with that eyesight of yours!!
Just give me the word and I'll lead you away from danger.
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Oh, you poor dear... running around in this mess practically blind. My heart weeps for you...!
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My perfect face!!
[It's too late. He's sobbing. They sound suspiciously close to laughter.]
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It's not that perfect, I've seen better.
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But if we can figure out who the guy is, we can launch our own investigation. I'm thinking that has to be related, right? The Watch's contact stopped responding around the same time.
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Everyone's detective work is yielding too many interesting results that all seem to be connected to one thing, so it would almost have to be all related.
Now that we know that there's something going sour at the hospital, we can keep our eyes open. That's the important part.
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[Urahara please...]
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