[Despite not having any eyes, even Mettaton's attention is summoned to her in a snap, turning his body to witness her radiance — though in his case, perhaps not because of the brooch. Nobody's eyes aren't on Marie, from the Drummond-loyalists to the citizens who shy away.
And her voice, commanding of everyone's attention, draws a fuss even from around the block. Commotion sounds; a small group of the Armed Resistance hurry into view at the shout.
Mettaton reaches for Marie to grab her small hands.]
BRILLIANT, DARLING! YOU'VE DONE IT!!
[But it all happens so fast. Her message irks them, and they're distracted enough from the group of Monsters they were hassling enough to take a few steps toward the metal Puca and the royal Fae, unfortunately, for if they can reach the two before the Resistance punishes them, they will. To condemn insolence, to prove a point.
Lightning crackles about the arm of the shortest of the Witches, while another quickly unsheathes an iron blade, readying it for Marie. Mettaton is hardly their focus in this moment, given the nature of her enchantment. Naturally, this is the part where Mettaton unhands her and puts himself between Marie and Drummond's supporters.]
OOH, SUCH VIOLENCE...! DISTURBED THAT SHE'S RIGHT, DARLINGS? YOU SHOULD BE. BUT! SHE HAS AUDIENCES MORE DESERVING THAN YOU YET, SO YOU WON'T BE TOUCHING HER ON MY—
[The Witch with lightning unleashes it upon Mettaton. ...Just as he said, it hardly seems to faze him, especially if Marie's standing behind him. His arms drop to his sides. ...The Witch does not like that Mettaton appears unfazed.]
...AHAHAHA. REALLY??? CAN'T BEAR TO SEE ME IN A STATE OF COHERENCY? HOW BRAZEN.
[The Drummond supporters' efforts may be wasted, for the Resistance is closing in fast.]
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And her voice, commanding of everyone's attention, draws a fuss even from around the block. Commotion sounds; a small group of the Armed Resistance hurry into view at the shout.
Mettaton reaches for Marie to grab her small hands.]
BRILLIANT, DARLING! YOU'VE DONE IT!!
[But it all happens so fast. Her message irks them, and they're distracted enough from the group of Monsters they were hassling enough to take a few steps toward the metal Puca and the royal Fae, unfortunately, for if they can reach the two before the Resistance punishes them, they will. To condemn insolence, to prove a point.
Lightning crackles about the arm of the shortest of the Witches, while another quickly unsheathes an iron blade, readying it for Marie. Mettaton is hardly their focus in this moment, given the nature of her enchantment. Naturally, this is the part where Mettaton unhands her and puts himself between Marie and Drummond's supporters.]
OOH, SUCH VIOLENCE...! DISTURBED THAT SHE'S RIGHT, DARLINGS? YOU SHOULD BE. BUT! SHE HAS AUDIENCES MORE DESERVING THAN YOU YET, SO YOU WON'T BE TOUCHING HER ON MY—
[The Witch with lightning unleashes it upon Mettaton. ...Just as he said, it hardly seems to faze him, especially if Marie's standing behind him. His arms drop to his sides. ...The Witch does not like that Mettaton appears unfazed.]
...AHAHAHA. REALLY??? CAN'T BEAR TO SEE ME IN A STATE OF COHERENCY? HOW BRAZEN.
[The Drummond supporters' efforts may be wasted, for the Resistance is closing in fast.]