[A double confession. They were doing the forbidden theater together, though the greater problem is that they were on the Wall... Not that either of them really understand what gravity that has. Mettaton is similarly cuffed, no matter how stupid and sexy he is. The Guard member who holds him seems to do so stilted, as though wearing his best poker face to disguise whatever the lascivious Puca makes him feel.
Mettaton hardly bothers to tug, preferring to be dragged around himself. For the drama of it. He smiles the entire time they're brought before the Coven.
Ultimately, it's a little late for the Coven to be making any sorts of punishment rulings for Mirrorbound miscreants. Nerissa is contacted; word somehow gets back that they're to be tossed in a... holding cell, which could hardly be called such, if the only point of comparison is the Rathmore's dungeon. Papyrus's capture zone is a better comparison, in how benign it is. It's, warm. (Not that that matters to Mettaton.) And has limited furniture in it. The Coven seems to want to treat their Mirrorbound nicely until proven guilty, especially since she's heard that the crime might be something like this, not murder or anything. It's kind of like one of the temporary rooms, but downgraded from that. It's not nice, and they're being forced to share it, but it's not stone floor and cold iron-wrought bars.
With the understanding that they'll face the music in the morning, Mettaton and Papyrus are left by the City Guard slamming the door behind them. They're still made to wear one of those bracelets to prevent them from doing anything funny, but such as it is. No Turnskin abilities, no Puca abilities. No fun allowed.
Mettaton hums a laugh.]
You really stuck with it, all the way until the end. Beautiful! I can only hope... that they'll soon change their mind, and lift this ban. Who knows?? [Mettaton smirks at Papyrus, not really seeming to care that they were totally just tossed into a cell for crimes.] We definitely made an impression!
[Ever optimistic, Mettaton would feel flattered if, say, the ban on theater were raised in the following month.]
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[A double confession. They were doing the forbidden theater together, though the greater problem is that they were on the Wall... Not that either of them really understand what gravity that has. Mettaton is similarly cuffed, no matter how stupid and sexy he is. The Guard member who holds him seems to do so stilted, as though wearing his best poker face to disguise whatever the lascivious Puca makes him feel.
Mettaton hardly bothers to tug, preferring to be dragged around himself. For the drama of it. He smiles the entire time they're brought before the Coven.
Ultimately, it's a little late for the Coven to be making any sorts of punishment rulings for Mirrorbound miscreants. Nerissa is contacted; word somehow gets back that they're to be tossed in a... holding cell, which could hardly be called such, if the only point of comparison is the Rathmore's dungeon. Papyrus's capture zone is a better comparison, in how benign it is. It's, warm. (Not that that matters to Mettaton.) And has limited furniture in it. The Coven seems to want to treat their Mirrorbound nicely until proven guilty, especially since she's heard that the crime might be something like this, not murder or anything. It's kind of like one of the temporary rooms, but downgraded from that. It's not nice, and they're being forced to share it, but it's not stone floor and cold iron-wrought bars.
With the understanding that they'll face the music in the morning, Mettaton and Papyrus are left by the City Guard slamming the door behind them. They're still made to wear one of those bracelets to prevent them from doing anything funny, but such as it is. No Turnskin abilities, no Puca abilities. No fun allowed.
Mettaton hums a laugh.]
You really stuck with it, all the way until the end. Beautiful! I can only hope... that they'll soon change their mind, and lift this ban. Who knows?? [Mettaton smirks at Papyrus, not really seeming to care that they were totally just tossed into a cell for crimes.] We definitely made an impression!
[Ever optimistic, Mettaton would feel flattered if, say, the ban on theater were raised in the following month.]