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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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He didn't plan on getting his arm ripped off the second time, it's technically not a lie!! But no, he definitely did plan on getting his arm surgically removed, yep. ]
The ECHOnet's kind of like our comms? But way more. There's like a zillion people on it and things to check out. And a lot of really weird stuff. But you can just scroll past that.
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Still pretty handy! Literally. I wonder if that's what smartphones where I'm from will eventually evolve into. Wi-fi access right from your limbs!
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[ Why is he trying to impress a tween, is he trying to reclaim his horrible middle school experience, we just don't know. ]
You can pretty much get anything put anywhere and have it connect to the ECHOnet. Spoiler alert: the future is awesome, you heard it right from the source.
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