[Monsters can die. Mettaton can die. Not in public, though. He laughs against the back of his hand, an authentic princess laugh for the books.
He stares down the guard with a wicked grin. There's a mumble from them: this time, the guard's assembled of humans, and one of them's quick to prepare an abjuration spell. "Oh, for hell's sake. Get on this one fast! This is the automaton who always escapes!" Most of them get right to work, but one fresh-eyed recruit blanches, then flushes. "Y-You mean the same one caught, um, playing the bagpipes on— I mean, being played, um—"
But his stutters (and misconceptions) are lost in the din. Soren's assumed to be an innocent bystander, because Mettaton apparently has a history with the guard already. And he just laughs.]
Oh, lovely. The city guard, my favorite. [Mettaton's tone is flat. Unamused. He taps his jaw idly before flicking his wrist in a dramatic flourish.] Well! I have so much to do. So many venues to visit... It was good as ever, Soren, darling. But we have some unwelcome visitors, don't we?
[Mettaton raises his hand and curls his fingers in a cutesy little wave before launching up onto a rooftop nearby, using the full strength of his developed legs for the lift.]
Enjoy being "saved!" You should think about MY idea instead, beautiful. Open your heart! [He winks.] Well, ciao!
[Mettaton launches himself with terrifying speed before any Witch can land an abjuration spell to capture him, from one building to another, and then back down into the streets below.]
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[Monsters can die. Mettaton can die. Not in public, though. He laughs against the back of his hand, an authentic princess laugh for the books.
He stares down the guard with a wicked grin. There's a mumble from them: this time, the guard's assembled of humans, and one of them's quick to prepare an abjuration spell. "Oh, for hell's sake. Get on this one fast! This is the automaton who always escapes!" Most of them get right to work, but one fresh-eyed recruit blanches, then flushes. "Y-You mean the same one caught, um, playing the bagpipes on— I mean, being played, um—"
But his stutters (and misconceptions) are lost in the din. Soren's assumed to be an innocent bystander, because Mettaton apparently has a history with the guard already. And he just laughs.]
Oh, lovely. The city guard, my favorite. [Mettaton's tone is flat. Unamused. He taps his jaw idly before flicking his wrist in a dramatic flourish.] Well! I have so much to do. So many venues to visit... It was good as ever, Soren, darling. But we have some unwelcome visitors, don't we?
[Mettaton raises his hand and curls his fingers in a cutesy little wave before launching up onto a rooftop nearby, using the full strength of his developed legs for the lift.]
Enjoy being "saved!" You should think about MY idea instead, beautiful. Open your heart! [He winks.] Well, ciao!
[Mettaton launches himself with terrifying speed before any Witch can land an abjuration spell to capture him, from one building to another, and then back down into the streets below.]