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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[It's not true, but... He definitely thought it until he ran into Nott.]
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Things happen. Interesting. [He could agree to that, even though death is intangible to him, considering he's rarely encountered it in any meaningful way.] I, for one, can testify against the lot of us being dead. Or undead. I'm more alive than ever. Did Astoria... choose to revive you, for some reason?
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Maybe? [He shrugs- inasmuch as one can when they are currently in the dirt, staring up miserably.] I can't think of another explanation. I'm not a ghost, obviously. I'm not... some undead creature. I'm just... me. And I'm here and I guess I'll remain here, because where else am I gonna go?
[He pauses.] And by here, I mean this plane, not specifically this garden. I would be ecstatic to be anywhere but this garden.
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[His gentle touch and kind words cause the to relent somewhat, to Molly's benefit. Mettaton doesn't notice this detail, too busy staring at Molly's profile with curiosity.]
But you are certainly not a ghost, you're right. These vines wouldn't have anything to grip! Nor are you apparently undead... What were the circumstances of your death? I'd like to know what it's like. Robots like me don't die, you see.
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Because he can lie.]
Stabbed in the heart. [Not the lie.] It didn't really feel like anything. One minute I'm up and the next some arsehole cutpurse is in my face, driving a dagger into my chest, and that's that.
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[Mettaton doesn't detect any lie, so Molly's endeavor is successful. He tilts his head, his eye widening while he tries to imagine that set of circumstances on this... monster? He'll settle for that, since he looks like someone he might meet Underground.]
That sounds like a sorry way to go. [He moves to press a finger to Molly's heart... except he chooses the wrong side of his chest. Embarrassing.] But it's a classic choice! It's for the best that you're given a second chance. But I'm positive this won't be where you die again, darling. I'm sure you're thrilled at the opportunity to live again, anyway. [Mettaton doesn't see anything morbid about speaking romantically about dying, but he redoubles his efforts to pry away the vines from Molly with his other hand. Thanks to his earlier flattery, it's actually starting to work.]
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And being a nihilist, Molly can't even be anything more than amused by the romanticism.] Well, you know what they say. It's all about location. [As in, yes, he is ecstatic to be alive, but not specifically here.] Do you give these speeches to a lot of people? You're actually really good at it.
[Mildly sarcastic, but in an affectionate way. He's kind of enjoying this conversation, even if he'd enjoy it more while being upright.]
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[Sarcastic or not, Mettaton deliberately takes it as a sincere compliment, since he likes that. His eyes flit down to take a better look at the scarring on his chest, given that Molly's incredibly open top practically invites it this close up. It causes his finger to linger and his gaze to do the same.
He doesn't seem upset by the sight of all that scarring. Fascinated, however...]
What happened here? [It's hard to single any of these out. There are so many, so he'll just ask about them as a whole, his brow raised in wonder.] I can't imagine somebody cutting you up for the thrill of marring something lovely. Did you sustain these when you were stabbed in the heart?
[Speaking of being stabbed in the heart, maybe that's what that significant over his chest is...? Mettaton's finger moves over to it, his other hand successfully unbinding at least some of the vines restricting Molly's left arm.]
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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.]