[voice; un: METTATON]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Morning, darlings. No, this isn't a call to share, not quite yet.

There wouldn't happen to be any healers capable of mending broken bones on the team, would there? Dearest George has hurt himself and, instead of doing the reasonable thing and seeking help from his team, he's decided it's much more effective to lumber around with the enemy.

This won't do. You all know why.

So. If anyone would please do him a favor and take care of that? And take HIM away from his current company. Thank you.

Just as an interesting little side-note, it seems our blue friend hasn't the foggiest about her own team's exploits when it comes to ALASTAIR. Just thought that was fascinating.

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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Oh, flatterer.]

You asked.

[Are you ready? Are you ready??

He yanks the glove off of his hand in one swift motion, a rain of stolen petals arching into the air and out of the glove as he does so.

...it also. You know. Leaves a metal, skeletal hand in its wake with hard, ridged fingers that look nothing like the curves the gloves give him. It's the "magic" part of being made of "metal and magic."]

[digiorno]

[Huh, Giorno thinks. Interesting.]

Not bad. But I've seen weirder. My adviser lives inside a turtle.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

That is strange.

[digiorno]

Well, "lives" is sort of an misnomer since he's dead technically, but he's very vibrant for a dead person. He makes a lot of bad jokes in French.

Anyway, my point is, I think he'd like to have a cool metal hand instead of living in a turtle.