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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Yes. You could call it murder, since I was expressly out to kill the human to take their soul for myself. Attempted, anyway. I tried... and failed.
[It's all in the past, and Mettaton's not inclined toward explaining the context: to him, it's obvious that taking a human soul equals gaining incredible power. Without thinking, he rubs the area where his arm is connected to his body, sparing a look toward Sumo before smiling at him and reminding him of the stick. Playing might still be their only ticket to Hank's freedom, at this rate.]
But they proved to me that they could handle their own and survive the king, against all odds. And they stood their ground so fiercely that my ratings skyrocketed to an all-time high! [He sighs.] It was a fabulous performance. It all worked out in the end, and nobody had to die.
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I'm gonna be honest, I'm getting mixed signals here. So I'm going to ask you a stupid question. Murder: good or bad? You're making it really hard to tell what kinda guy I'm at the mercy of, here.
[He twists a little, watching Mettaton's attempts to get Sumo to care about fetch. A flower speaks up when he does it, but this one he doesn't really mind. God, I hope he's better with dogs than that. At this rate I'm gonna have to do it, and I hate doing that shit in public.]
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[Okay, he hasn't really ever owned a dog or anything. Dogs are just there, where he's from, and sometimes they could be your neighbor. But universally, they want to play, and he knows that.]
Anyways. I didn't want to take their soul. But at the time, I feared that if I didn't take their soul, the monster king surely would. And if King Asgore killed the human, well... All of humanity would cease to exist. I don't make attempts on human lives on the regular, darling. I have never killed anyone, and there should be no worries about being in my mercy. Do you understand?
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[God, I'm so tired of this weird shit, says a flower, sounding slow and exhausted.]
Sumo, can you just play fetch with the nice robot so I can go back to my stupid room? Please?
[But Hank knows the terrible truth: asking Sumo to hurry it up is a losing game. He sighs.]
Sorry if I uh, offended you. I know people don't like being accused of uh, murder.
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[Go figure that the vines are still listening, as they always have been, and Mettaton's flirtatious nature dispensing sweet words directed at them is still an alternative key to freedom. The vines haven't endured too much in the ways of verbal abuse, but plenty in the ways of the robotic star's praise. At this point, the amount they loosen is remarkable.
Mettaton doesn't notice, so he turns away to try fetch again. He's much better at fetch when he's the one catching the stick...]
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Well, I was about to be weirded out, but there you go, you brought it back.
[Is that negging? mutters a flower. Did that robot just neg me? Hank considers his own question. Technically, maybe. But being called average after that absolutely made him feel better. But then he stops thinking about that, frowning at his wrists instead.]
Huh.
[He tugs a little, slowly.]
Did you just do something and I didn't notice? Like, something you haven't tried yet? Cause I think this thing just decided it doesn't really like me.
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Do something...? Why, like anti-enchanting the vines?
[Oh, wow. They are loosening, aren't they? Mettaton turns fully, approaching to get a better look.]
No... Nothing. How strange. Maybe they're taking pity on you, finally. Is that not also a kindness? Maybe it's quite the opposite: they like you just enough to know when to spare you.
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Maybe the local vegetation just randomly decided it liked me. Gee, that's reassuring. No, it's got to be something you did. Do it again, everything in the last, uh... thirty seconds, I guess, before these things loosened up, I'll pay more attention to what they feel like. Sumo didn't do anything, did he?
[Sumo looks up at his name, watching Hank curiously and having not moved a single inch from his spot in the last few minutes.]
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[Last thirty seconds... He crosses his arms and taps idly.]
I explained my reasons for nearly ending Frisk's life... Paid these vines some well-deserved admiration for making a spectacle of you... Then I gave you a back-handed compliment, which I think you enjoyed. [He smiles impishly.] And prepared to play fetch, before you summoned my attention back to you.
[One of these items is phrased correctly enough for the vines to relax again.]
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[He's frowning at that last part, not liking the conclusion he's coming up with. I'm so fucking tired of this weird shit, says a flower, slowly and quietly, and Hank sighs.]
Alright. Fuck. Talk to the vegetation, I guess. Say nice things? One more should probably do it.
[Like hell he's going to do it himself. He'd probably get mad and call them names and make it worse.]
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[Mettaton finds this incredibly hard to believe, and he gives Hank a dubious look. "That's... Well. I DO have a way with words..." Hearing his own thoughts echoed back to him, Mettaton gives in and cooperates without any reluctance.]
You're an odd fellow, fancying the way I cheer for your vine bondage, of all things. But alright! I'll talk to some vines. I can't say no to a fan. [He takes a step back to really get into character, clasping his hands together and bringing them up against his cheek. In a stark shift in pitch, Mettaton's voice deepens further for some arbitrary reason, sounding more booming and commanding of attention than before.]
EVEN IF HANK OVER HERE CAN'T FIND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WHIMS, I ENJOY THE WAY YOU STRING UP YOUR CAPTIVES. LIKE A PRESENT LEFT IN A SPIDER'S WEB. IF THE PRESENT WERE MORE FOR OGLING AT, AND LESS FOR ARACHNID CONSUMPTION. SUCH DEDICATED TIGHTNESS... SUCH A BIZARRE PICK IN UNWILLING CANDIDATES... CAN SUCH FASCINATING SPONTANEITY BE ANYTHING BUT COMMENDED? I THINK NOT. THANK YOU, DARLINGS! YOU'VE DONE SPLENDIDLY.
[That's more than one nice thing riddled with more weird things to say, but okay. If he hasn't killed them with flattery, he's probably embarrassed them.]
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Well, that was weird and kind of creepy, but I'm starting to think that's just how you talk.
[Jesus Hank, he hears, and gives a frustrated sigh as he remembers, oh yeah, just because he's walking under his own power now doesn't mean the weird plants aren't still around. What the fuck is wrong with you? Show some goddamn gratitude.
He steps on the flower. He rubs it into the grass for a couple seconds, and scowls down at it for a couple more. Then he grimaces back up at the robot, looking a little embarrassed, his voice coming out a lot more honest.]
Thanks. You were kind of weird about it, but you could of just walked by, or threw shit at me, or... I don't know, anything. You didn't have to help, but you did anyway. I appreciate it.
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Of course he'd launch straight into squashing the flowers at his first opportunity, muses Mettaton. He would have done it all along if he could, he's sure, if asking for Mettaton to do it wasn't enough of a clue. He's still glad to have had the chance to be privy to his thoughts, as much of a hypocrite as that makes him: it easily demonstrated that there's more to this man beyond his abrasive exterior.]
AND YOU HAVE A WEIRD WAY OF THANKING YOUR KNIGHT IN GLISTENING ARMOR... [Glistening, as emphasized by the way he rubs his finger against his polished chest plate.] But you're welcome. Who knows how long you might have remained strung up, had I abandoned you? That would be heartless of me. Besides... if I could defeat whatever negative preconceptions you had of me based on being a robot, I'm thrilled to do so.
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You don’t need to worry about me... I don’t know, trying to order you around or whatever. The androids here aren’t... You know. It’s different there.
[He shrugs again and then looks up, eyes flickering over Mettaton’s chest plate. Glistening? says a flower, in a tone of baffled disgust. Really? It’s not something that needed to be said but it wasn’t a deep shameful secret or anything, so Hank decides that one can stay. He does want to change the subject, though; there aren’t many different thoughts talking about glistening robots might dig up in him but the ones that are waiting in his head need to fuckin stay there.]
You don’t uh, have to worry about the vine thing though, I wasn’t up there long enough to pull anything or whatever, I’ll probably just he sore for a while.
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Great... If you're sure about that. I couldn't sympathize, given my lack of muscles. I'll take your word for it.
Well. Now that you're free of those vines... I'll leave you to returning to your room. I have my own business to attend to. If you ever need somebody with the power to talk sweetly to you, or some vines... Don't hesitate to give me a call. [Mettaton raises his hand in a wave, turning away and glancing at Hank over his shoulder.] Until next time, Hank-darling!
[He makes sure to give Sumo a double-handed wave, finally sparing Hank from any further MTT-Brand bothering. What a blessing.]