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[Open] Come In From The Cold...

Who: House Darkness Residents and OPEN
When: All of February
Where: House Darkness in the Haven
What: It's an open log!
Warnings: Shadowbringers Spoilers in some threads possible, possible talk of the Snatched Event

[If anyone knows the residents of the house, it might seem strange that such a group have selected a cozy abode for their home in the city. However, it is not to be said that they are unwelcoming (depending on who) and usually when someone comes to visit, there's always a warm cup of tea ready for them...and maybe some food to go along with it. Feels like a crime if someone doesn't get fed. And despite the hardships of the previous month, the house does welcome guests for any particular reasons whether a visit for the soul, a chat to catch up on events, or even maybe go a few rounds with the poor striking dummy in the backyard.

When you live with sword users and have stress, it gets used, ok?

It might be chilly outside but strange enough, the house itself is pretty warm. Just mind the gaelkitten and Flood running around from time to time.]

((OOC: Feel free to make a top level if you wish! Open to all!))

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[She has no clue why he seems to be concerned with this particular part of her feelings. Was this a normal thing for him? Nonetheless, that mug is staying up because she wants to try and hide some of her.

This can't be love. It's not possible.]

We have stated that we are friends after all...and that I do care for him. But it is something else. I don't know how to describe it.

That's what I'm telling you, Mira. [He performs a dramatic eye roll, smirking all the while.] You say your friends... But it's not enough. The depths of your concern for him run deeper than most, so much so that it veers... into unfamiliar territory, head-on! It's classic. Aren't I right?

[When is Mettaton ever wrong?? He'd say: never. And don't think he doesn't notice that strategic hiding of her lower face — that, too, is a cinematic classic. Mettaton sees things through the lens of a camera at times, and he loves it when they come true.]

[It started in this place. She never felt this way about the Emet-Selch from her particular version of her universe but the one here, who only first knew her as another pesky Warrior of Light but then...it grew.

Both of them knew that it was wrong to get so close but did they listen? No.

Mettaton won't be getting a verbal answer but he will get one by Mira nodding her head once. These feelings are not familiar to her and so she can't say it's love.

Was it?]

[[ ooc: you're* friends, not your, BASIC MISTAKE ZONE ]

Mettaton hums, satisfied with that answer just as much as any. She nods; she sees that her feelings run deeper than stating they're friends. That's all he could ask for.

He nods approvingly.]

I'm glad you see it, now. At least it gives you something to ponder...

[Because even if she's nodding, he's sure it might take a lot of internal denial before anything comes of it! Nonetheless, the only thing that comes to mind for Mettaton is, well... Love doesn't have to be a reciprocal game. Mira could love him, and love him devoted. But he didn't have to feel the same. He sighs.]

But that'll only get you to know yourself. Loving someone as prickly as Emet-Selch... You have your work cut out for you, if you're hoping he'll reciprocate.

I doubt he will.

[Stubborn twelve thousand year old man here. Besides, might be a cold day in hell before anyone admits those kinds of feelings. Mira knows that she wouldn't dare to.]

Mhmm. I thought as much.

[Given, this is still a time before Mettaton has been able to probe for his emotional depths. Though he possesses a Bond with the very same man they speak of, they are nowhere close enough for him to get any kind of read on him through that alone. Right now, his impression of Emet-Selch is that he's kind of a dick who doesn't deserve Mira's love!

But that's the nature of love... Sometimes it's for people who "don't" "deserve" "it." Mettaton knows. Nonetheless, he balls up his fist and leans across the table somewhat.]

However. Know that I'm rooting for you, gorgeous. I think that you might have a chance! You should see how his expression sours when I mention you by name... I think that's promising.

[how]

How is that promising?

[Now she feels like she did something wrong after hearing that. It doesn't sound normal to be like that, does it?]

For somebody with a pervasive air of disdainful annoyance... Any strong response is a good one. Oh, yes... It means you stir in him something deep and meaningful, obviously! Something personal.

[Sound logic, Mettaton. He seems to find this quite true, for he places his hands over the center of his chest as a be-still-my-beating-heart kind of gesture. Then he folds his hands together.]

People don't react so strongly in either direction unless they're invested, darling!!

Are you sure?

[Invested in her? Well possibly and it was that way back on the First but...that just means being invested. Not actual love.

She can say the personal connection but that is not her place to say. That's for Emet to disclose at his own time. For several big reasons.]

Let us say that he is invested in me. But for what reason would he given everything I have said?

[Did it...have something to do with that fleeting positive emotion before he was taken? Mira did feel that at least but love? She doesn't think him incapable given his words back at the Ladder about emotions and that he too has them.]

I couldn't begin to tell you how that man's mind works. [Half-roll of his eye.] So you know he's invested... And I've seen that he truly responds with passion, when it comes to you.

[It was not positive passion, and it was probably more at the thought of Mettaton knowing of Mira's dedication to him. But that's fine. Everything is up for Mettaton's wild interpretation.]

Whether he loves you or not... He already has the depth of it for you. Clearly. But who knows?? It could be a one-sided romance. Forever! How tragic. [The android shakes his head.] But I'm not going to believe that... Since I have faith in your ability to sweep him off his feet.

Heh, just my luck if it ends up as such.

[Warrior of Light luck stat: nonexistent. But she's still unsure. Why would anyone be this adamant to some kind of romance between others? As to passion...well that depends on the act. Mira's not sure what that last one counted as but she felt good during it, more than good to be honest. Did that count?]

You have that much hope in me despite not knowing a damn thing when it comes to myself?

Of course I do. If you managed to connect with him this much, despite being enemies... And besides. This place is a unique opportunity, isn't it? Why shouldn't I place my hopes in your ability to convey your feelings, and be heard?

[He snorts, crossing his arms and pretending to be ticked off, but it's very transparently a show.]

My. You make it seem like I know nothing about you... Even after we came to each other's aid on multiple occasions. If I have intuition for danger... I have it stronger for a judge of character.

Anyway. Mira, darling, should you ever need that romantic touch, that flammable spark... Well. I'm persuasive. It wouldn't be the first time I've seen a happy couple made before my own eyes!

[He'll even be the one responsible, "by" "proxy", for landing Emet-Selch in a kissing booth in the near future. Perhaps in hopes of having Mira engage him there... But that's not confirmed or anything!]

...you speak of being some kind of matchmaker?

[She's unsure about this but because she's never seen anyone this sure and this adamant on the subject. Or maybe she just is constantly around workaholics that the idea is ludicrous.

...there isn't any harm in this, is there?]

Hmm. I wouldn't say I do much in the ways of match-making, no.

[He'll be upfront about that. He shakes his head, trying to find a better way to put it, and even drinks more tea! Wow, he really can drink it, or something. Once again, he seems to demonstrate some peculiar look toward the tea, like it's done something to him...

(Spoilers: he's in the process of developing taste, as Mira will eventally learn.)]

So I don't find two people and consider them worth each other's time. That's presumptuous, even for me! But I do see love where it exists... And delight in seeing how it unfolds! I'm more of the push some people need, toward realizing what they want.

[Because exposing his best friend's crush on TV and yelling at the two to just make out already has little to do with uniting a pair, and far more to do with enabling and bringing to light existing feelings. In the most dramatic of ways, naturally.]

[It would be easy to scream about how she isn't in love but the more they seem to talk...no, Mira can't let him talk her into this nonsense.

Is it though?]

And so will you try and push me?

If that's what you want, darling. I can't make you two hook up. But if you were scared of the depths... And needed the push of a gentle, robust robot... Yes! I'd be there. Straightaway.

[Denial is the first step toward acceptance!]

[One of these days, she will learn the term 'shipper on deck'. It will not be today. It's still weird that she barely knows this puca bot and he's offering to help her with this sudden new thing she has to work through. And this world is different from their own, where it's possible to see beyond what they know.

And soon what she will learn about herself.

It's ok to take this path...right?]

I...I'm still trying to digest it all. Never I actually would have the capacity to feel it at all and then here...

[Hits her like ton of bricks. Or a ton of soaps in socks or jade. Don't ask about what Brumelings use to hit people with.]

Maybe I am. Never felt like this for anyone so all of this feels like I just taken a dive in the depths.

[He is a bonafide shipper on deck, indeed. He and his creator both, although she's certifiably worse about it than Mettaton...

For as newly acquainted as they are, Mettaton's a perceptive sort, clever in the oddest of ways. And very attuned to emotion, as is his natural state. He smirks, satisfies that Mira's coming to at least explore it with a bit more understanding of herself. It doesn't do anybody any good to have feelings, then not to recognize them or pay them mind.]

Of course you have the capacity for love! There should be nothing that keeps you from that. Those depths must be both uncertain, yet delightful...

[Mettaton shrugs with one hand.]

Well. Take your time, in digesting it. You'll likely see for yourself, how you truly feel!

[A snort in reply. Not at him but the idea of nothing keeping her from the notion.]

You'd be surprised when everyone is grabbing for your attention in one matter or another, to save them from every single threat. Not exactly a fine time to try courting anyone.

[Like seriously, have one nice moment before someone comes barging in and yelling "HEY WARRIOR OF LIGHT, PRIMAL'S BEEN SUMMONED PLEASE GO KILL IT AGAIN FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME." But this isn't Eorzea or the Far East or the First...]

Guess I have time now.

I stand corrected. Nothing stopping you... Now.

[He laughs easily at that. He doesn't know the extent of all Mira's gone through, but that's curiosities to fulfill over the duration of their relationship, isn't it? Not to say he doesn't understand the business of it all, although for completely different reasons... namely, being on camera 24/7. No time for courtship when you're live!

Mettaton clasps his hands together, giving her a grin.]

My. Is coming here not a liberation of its own...? You'll have so much time to yourself, not needing to tend to all of these threats!

[Even if nobody asked to come here, Mettaton's an optimist who likes to see the good in things.]

Are we not supposed to figure out the sickness plaguing this land as well? It sounds like the same but the only difference is that they ask for everyone who goes through the mirrors and not just a select few. Which I am grateful of.

[It's not just her needing to solve the problem after all so, in that sense...he's right.]

But I suppose it is nice to have a little time of doing something not saving the realm.

Hmm. I suppose we are.....

[Mettaton's tone is airy and idle, as if uncaring for the thoguht of having some overarching purpose here. Here's the difference between a hero and somebody who primarily lives and enjoys his own life: Mettaton totally forgot that the Mirrorbound are here for a reason! It's rarely impressed upon the Mirrorbound that they've a purpose here in Geardagas, and that purpose is to help them fight and subdue the Cwyld somehow...

...Weird. Why would they summon him for that purpose, when the Coven has told him so many times that people like him, comprised of a magical soul originally, would be so susceptible to the Cwyld? That he's supposed to avoid contact with it as much as possible...? He doesn't bother mentioning it.]

But you're right, darling. It's not solely you working toward this effort. It's all of us. So you have that freedom, within the limits of this place. A balancing act... [He leans against the table.] One I'm sure you can make the best of.

[Who even knows. And it's not like Mira fully trusts the Coven but she keeps that part hidden mostly.]

Freedom and balance, huh. Usually I hear one or the other.

[But then a stranger thought. She may not know much about the pucabot but...]

You've ever done that before?

Do you mean, balancing freedom and purpose?

[Mettaton's slowly shifting into another luxurious sitting pose with one of his legs fully visible, because that is just what Mettaton does. He loves to show off his legs. They're not as nice as they used to be, and they're still bandaged up from the Rathmores, but... They're still his legs, and he'll show them off. It's part of his brand.]

Hm. ... Actually, yes.

[Interesting, that. But Mettaton's not sure about telling her so soon, about his origins. Nothing before being a robot, but the fact that he was built as a weapon first. (His hesitation: he hasn't told a human that he has a form intended to destroy humanity, and the thought to tell one hasn't yet occurred to him. He's not about to let it occur to him now. ~~That would break thread continuity at this point! I suck!~~) By necessity, of course... But it's part of his origin story. He'll be vague about it instead. The Puca closes his eye and nods.]

You could say that I have... plenty of experience, redefining my own purpose. In redefining your purpose... You create your freedoms! Your opportunity is only as vast as you make it. That's how I live my life.

[A short nod. And Mettaton brightens up, reaching across the table to pat Mira's hand.]

I think you're overthinking everything, Mira-darling! You only need to tell him how you feel. ...Once you know how you feel, haha. What he does with it is his choice!

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