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[personal profile] defenceless
If anyone knows how to melt gold, get in contact with me.

[because someone lost her fire powers. yep, that's it. for the most part...

but a brief addition to the message appears a second later.]


If your suggestion is to make something phallic out of it, feel free to still reply. That way I'll know who to mark for execution.
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[The lights in the video are dim, as if the curtains are somehow drawn in the windowless bedroom. For a moment, there's only a voice: metallic, yet smooth, and utterly charming.]

Beauties and gentlebeauties. Fellow members of ALASTAIR...

[Suddenly! There's a glowing pink iris staring into the "camera," lighting up the surface of a cold, literally sculptured, smiling face.]

WELCOME! To the first glamorous episode of "LIVE! WITH MTT!!"

[There's a whoosh as the man throws back what was possibly the blanket covering him and lets in the light. It's obvious now that the figure's not entirely a man. He's more of a tall automaton, with pale synthetic skin and black hair covering his left eye.

He's also posing with his hands in the air, like he's used to confetti falling from the ceiling (he is).]


Today is a special day: my debut in our lovely headquarters! I am your host, the rich, charming, and spectacularly famous Mettaton! [He spins in place. Look at how gorgeous he is!] And I am here to entertain you, my darlings. I've come to understand in the short time that I've been here that things aren't quite looking up for our morale. Well! I've taken it upon myself to change that. But in order to do as such, I'm going to need your help.

I'm looking for anyone with talent to join me in this mission to make the world of Oska a brighter, more joyous place. Dancers! Actors!! Singers, song-writers, chefs! Camera crew and sound-mixers! Set-designers!! You're all equally important to this wonderful goal!!

I'm looking forward to hearing from all of you!! Don't keep me waiting, now.
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[personal profile] babbylon
[Greetings and salutations, comrades of ALASTAIR! The face of a handsome young man opens the feed today, smiling wide and surrounded by lions on his bed. Yes, that's right, lions. Shishi, his mount, sits in the background, with his mate nestled nearby. And atop him, crawling across his legs, over his shoulders, even rubbing at his face, are cubs, golden and white and feisty. They growl and chirp at the jewelry floating just a few feet away, and a particularly brave one bats at it.

Their parents, as well as Gilgamesh himself, look appropriately proud.]


Good day. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me before, I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and your resident lion tamer. I bred them as a hobby, back in my native Uruk, and so I have once again come into possession of several cubs.

[The cubs themselves appear no more than six weeks old. Gilgamesh has to shift a little to accommodate them, as they are absolutely intent on making the broadcast difficult by shoving their little furry bodies everywhere. Not that it bothers him muchโ€”he's laughing under his breath.]

They have all been weaned from their mother and thus are ready for distribution. Alas, I cannot keep so many for myself; I aim to find good homes for them among you all. I do ask you bear in mind these are wild animals at heart, requiring a great degree of time and attention to train.

[Though you'd never know it, seeming so harmless, so adorable.. After a time, Gilgamesh surrenders, and gets swallowed up by their insistent pawing.]

They are not... just... housecats to sit on a shelf and... w-wait, do not touch it...!

[The necklace goes flying down the hall as a mischievous cub bounds after it. Gilgamesh will snatch it back... eventually.]

(( All lions have now found loving homes! Thanks for the interest, everyone! ))
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[personal profile] sengetsu
[there's the sound of someone clearing their throat slightly before a voice new to the network speaks - male, gruff, serious-sounding]

As it appears this isn't some sort of practical joke [or if it is, it's an incredibly elaborate one] - hello. I am Katakura Kojuro. I'd like to know who precisely is in charge here.

[...no, he's not much of a talker]