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[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?



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Comments

[ex_mettacrusher33]

I appreciate the gumption, tiger, but darlingest Undyne has a point. If he doesn't have a cure, he may at least know the objectives behind what they've done, HOW they made this virus so we could prevent it from spreading, who in Woodhurst was working with him and why...

That's good motivation on your part, though. You're a shoe-in for one of our Bad Cops.

[respired]

My name is not 'tiger'.

We know their objectives. Destruction. I require little else.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

I'm sure you don't! But hasn't anyone told you that there's no "I" in "team", puma-darling?

[respired]

That is also not my name.

[ He narrows his eyes. ]

I will not risk anyone--on this team or otherwise--so that the rest of you can feel more comfortable about letting a vile agent of evil live. The agents in Perdition's Rest were not forthcoming. Presuming that this one will be is soft thinking. I have no time for it.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

[How noble. Mettaton's touched. Really, he is! He's so touched he could even... sing.

Which he does.]

Easy now
Hush, love, hush
Don't distress yourself; What's your rush?
Keep your thoughts
Nice and lush
Wait

Slow, love, slow
Think it through
Once it bubbles, then what's to do?
Watch it close
Let it brew
Wait

[respired]

[ To his credit, Koltira at least doesn't interrupt. He waits until Mettatron seems entirely finished, and then -- ]

No.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Don't you think of nothing else? I'm not saying violence ISN'T an answer, sweetheart. I'm saying it doesn't need to be the IMMEDIATE one.

At least, not FATALLY.

[respired]

[ It's definitely at least 70 percent violence in here. ]

If you disagree with me, then perhaps fate will guide you to him first. But I will not let him leave this planet alive, if I can help it. He must be made to answer for the suffering he has wrought, and he must be stopped from causing more. No matter the cost.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Wow, this one's just all sunshine and fun, isn't he? Mettaton clicks his tongue, unimpressed.]

Sure thing, darling.

Toodles.

[Bye.]

[respired]

[ He wonders what the goal there was.

C'est la vie. ]