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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?
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Also, if you needed them, I wouldn't recommend abandoning them. Healthy eyesight is incredibly important and beauty can still fit into the wheelhouse of glasses.
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So, we should change out Keats' glasses too!
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But REALLY, sweetheart-- [...he was ABOUT to say that wasn't true, but... honestly, when was the last time he saw someone who DIDN'T wear glasses and liked science?
...my god, Papyrus is right. Clearly Keats is the problem.]
He'd look so much more available without them; they hide so much. He looks so cold and uninterested and, as appealing as that is, there needs to be that SPARK of vulnerability.
Did I hire you? I'm fairly certain I did. You need a raise.
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Yes, you hired me, to be your cameraman! I think I was working for compliments??
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[Payment rendered.
Anyway.]
So! No glasses, new style... Yes, I think we can make an eligible bachelor out of him yet! And we aren't even charging him!! We're doing this out of the goodness of our hearts! As his friends!!
Frankly, he should be honored.
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[ Yeah, compliment accepted. ]
We're going to have to be very sensitive! He's not going to take to the changes well!!
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And do you know how I can convince him...?
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It's so sweet...
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Don't you see? There's love in that heart. We need to unleash it.
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In the meantime... keep yourself safe, okay?
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[...ah. So, obviously, we're not indulging in darker thoughts right now.
Good call, Papyrus. Let's not use the D-word.
Somewhat more awkwardly than intended, Mettaton chuckles.]
Good point. Well...
[He blows a kiss.]
Toodles.