the temple of beginnings.we're all a little mad here.
Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.
Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.
Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.
...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.
That’s always an option, isn’t it?
oh my god they were roommates.
It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)
These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.
Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.
Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!
wildcard.
The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.
The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.
At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)
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acatalepsy_logs2019-02-05 06:59 pm
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[It was a glaive, actually. And oh thank gods his hand is free. He pushes himself up onto his elbow a bit.] The rest are courtesy of the perils of sword-juggling. It has a tendency to get dangerous.
[Yep. He's leaning into this conversation. They're friends now.]
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Sword-juggling...? Ooooh. So you're a performer, are you? I can't say many people care about people with metal bodies doing tossing sharp implements... but I appreciate the risk and thrill of it. An audience can't resist the allure of danger! Is that what you did before showing up here? Or... dying, as it is.
[He's good at steadily working on peeling up the vines with his other hand while holding conversation, and his unhurried rhythm is rewarded by cooperation from the vines.]
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[The loosening of the vines makes him shift a little bit as he tries to help free himself.]
Anyway... Sort of? I was in the circus and then I was a private contractor, though I don't think anyone really ever stops being a performer. [He rotates his wrists in a sort of flamboyant gesture with his hands.]
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Private contractor... How mysterious. Did you take on similarly risky jobs for pay? I'd imagine you could still make a performance out of something like that. I would. Precisely because it runs in our blood... Or, in my case, circuitry.
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[Now that he has both his arms free, he can begin his attempts to free his torso in legs in earnest. Teamwork makes the dream work.] And I'll let you on a little secret, risky jobs pay more than a performance ever will.
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[There aren't that many monsters compared to other creatures. If there were a bunch of assassins Underground, the amount of assassins would quickly overwhelm potential targets. Mettaton's thoroughly aware of the demand Molly might have faced.]
But what's the most fabulously lethal way you killed someone, then? Call me curious.
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[Why that one comes to mind above all others is hard to say, but that was pretty amazing in that he didn't even expect it to work at the time, and now it's a point of pride.
The fact that he says it so casually helps it along- it's not a lie, but he says it so grandly it's as if it was something spectacular in a veritable ocean of spectacular things. Most of the other things he feels strongly about, he'd have to demonstrate.]
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You... mocked. You mean to tell me that you simply taunted a spider until its untimely end. Nothing else?
[What a mental image... To think that Molly has words that can kill.]
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It's an innate talent. Rare few can do it, and those who can never reveal the secrets.
[And he can't do it here anyway, which is a pain.]
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It doesn't SOUND that fabulous... But I'll believe you. Congratulations on your escape! And, you're welcome. [There was no verbal thanks. But Mettaton assumes it's there regardless.]