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[metalcrusher]

Name: Mettaton
Date: 01/05
Format: text

Oh yes! Hello beauties, and happy New Year... From me, to you. I'm looking for plenty of willing assistance to end a common problem among Monsters.

Being handsome and being metal are not mutually exclusive. As a robot, I happen to be both. Throw being a Monster into the mix... And I'm still beautiful! However. Cute ears and fluffy tail notwithstanding, my transformation is giving me some undesirable side effects.

Here's a simple trivia question for you.

QUESTION: What is a MAJOR weakness shared by both Puca and Fae?
A. Alcohol	B. Math
C. Anime	D. Iron

I have faith that 88.1% of you can answer correctly. (Margin of error: 5%.) I even dropped a little hint for you above! If you still can't get this... Just look at the quest board!!

I require a magical solution to eliminate this weakness. After getting plenty intimate with a handsy band of passionate Witches... They've surprised me with a list of ingredients for an alchemical enchantment. It can all but treat this weakness! Turnskin, Fae, and Puca will ALL benefit. And that's where you come in! All of the ingredients necessary to perform this spell are found in the depths of the Wilde, and I could use some help in fetching LOADS of them. I've been warned, however, that this journey will be a treacherous one. If you could spare the time and risk the dangers... And don't mind being COMPENSATED for it... It's nothing you lovely people can't handle!

As a robot who has never experienced pain before coming here... Well. A few months of it is enough. And it's getting worse. I appreciate all of the help I can get. So let me make it worth your while, darling. Won't you be the dashing hero to my ACHING rescue...?

Comments

[glitzandglamour]

Splendid! And I'll eagerly await your touch... As it were. Ha-ha.

[judgementor]

Of course.

[And Red Wine, quite true to his word, will be in touch that evening to request an address where he might deliver what he's found while out in the wilde.

Once he has it, he'll make his way there.]

[metalcrusher]

[That's easily provided, just as easily as the list of ingredients is handed over.

Mettaton meets him not in a home, but in the Entertainment District — nearby one of the cabarets on the outskirts of the red-light district, as it turns out. Not that he's attempting to lead Red Wine into believing that he's dealing in some sketchy transaction: it just happens to be where he's spending the evening, and it's easiest to lead him to his location.

Mettaton waits outside, arms crossed in the cool January air. His appearance is unmistakable: kind of hard to miss a metal box with a light-up screen, his ears swathed in a scarf and fingertips covered by luxury gloves to hide their unsightliness. Metal against these features hasn't been a good look. There are a lot of people on the streets, and he doesn't know what Red Wine looks like. But once he makes his approach, Mettaton gets a good feeling that this is him. When he speaks, it's with a booming, modulated voice, full of inflection and feeling.]

MY MY. AREN'T YOU A QUICK RESPONSE TO MY DIRE SITUATION! I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL FLATTERED... AND EQUALLY IMPRESSED. [He waits for The Goods™.]

[judgementor]

[And there are a few people a voice like that pulls to mind as far as Red Wine is concerned, but he manages not to roll his eyes.]

It wasn't a difficult task. [He offers The Goods™ over, unable to help the subtle once-over he gives to Mettaton's appearance while he does so. It is a cruel thing that this place has done, to make someone like this into this choice of creature.

No wonder he wasn't able to get out and collect what he needed for himself.]

I venture out into the wilde regularly. Hunting.

[metalcrusher]

[An astute observation. Mettaton is not only rendered powerless by the nature of becoming a Monster, but his condition hardly lends itself well to learning how best to use his new magical talents.

He may notice, in fact, that Mettaton receives Red Wine's delivery with a tenderness belonging to someone deeply injured and hiding it. It would require closer observation yet to notice the way even his yellow screen flickers so faintly. In the end, even if he puts on a show of hiding how sick he is, Mettaton can only do so much. His monitor displays a red heart to express his gratitude.]

DO YOU? IN THAT CASE, THIS MUST HAVE BEEN A MERE EXCURSION FROM YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED ACTIVITIES. [He strikes a thoughtful pose, tucking the parcel under his arm with care.] WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUNTING OUT IN THE WILDE? SPORT? OR SOMETHING ELSE...?

[judgementor]

[He notices only due to centuries of life leaving him attuned to subtleties that others might miss. He also says nothing about it for the moment, because he has a sense of tact.]

I don't hunt for sport. [Red Wine replies, a certain edge to his voice making it clear that the question was received as something dangerously close to an insult.]

My purpose is to protect humans, and there are creatures out there that can't be allowed to come close to the population.

[metalcrusher]

[If it had been for sport, Mettaton himself might have been perplexed. Concerned, maybe. But curious all the same. This is curiouser, however, and Mettaton's monitor displays a red M.]

YOUR PURPOSE? [He says it not unlike a robot with some designation! ...The amount of conversations Mettaton's had about his own purpose. It's laughable.] WHY, WE'RE THE SAME, DARLING! THOUGH MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO ENTERTAIN... I'D ALSO CONSIDER MYSELF A PROTECTOR. HUMANITY IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. I CAN SEE WHY YOU TAKE TO PATROLLING THE WILDE, THEN.

[Yet Red Wine even chose to help him out... He's not human, no matter how he wishes that were the case. He won't remark on it.]

[judgementor]

[His definition of just who falls under the umbrella of those he protects has... expanded somewhat while he's been here. It's one of the few things he's wholly accepted about the place - that the Mirrorbound, human or not, are also people that ought to be protected from the things roaming out in the Wilde.]

I've little else to occupy my time. [He replies, not sounding too thrilled about that. Idleness doesn't suit him.]

I know some entertainers. What is it that you do?

[metalcrusher]

ME...? WELL, CERTAINLY ENOUGH TO OCCUPY MY TIME HERE. [Red screen.] EVEN AS THEATER IS BANNED. WHICH I WOULD CONSIDER MY CALLING...

[He seems irritated by that, and he taps a blank space of metal below his screen thoughtfully.]

HOWEVER! I CAN DO OTHER THINGS. ACTING, SINGING, DANCING... THOUGH I'LL ADMIT TO YOU IN CONFIDENCE... THAT I AM NOT AS GOOD A DANCER WHEN I'M WRACKED WITH PAIN, AS I AM.

[imagine a metal rectangle doing anything dance-related.]

[judgementor]

[Red Wine has doubts that the being in front of him is, in fact, capable of any of those things. He's having a good amount of trouble imagining a metal rectangle doing anything dance-related.]

In that case, you ought to be making haste to put an end to that pain.

[He makes a gesture to the supplies he brought.]

Is that everything you need?

[metalcrusher]

YES, THAT'S EVERYTHING! AND THEN SOME. SUCH IMPECCABLE SERVICE...

[He emotes with a heart again, holding out a hand for Red Wine.]

IT'S A PLEASURE, RED WINE, DARLING. AND I'LL BE FEELING BETTER IN NO TIME. I DON'T TAKE OFFERS FOR COMPENSATION LIGHTLY... SO DON'T BE SHY WHEN IT COMES TO MAKING YOUR DEMANDS, WHEN THE THOUGHT STRIKES YOU.

[judgementor]

[He takes the offered hand without hesitation, giving it a small, polite shake.]

Noted. I don't often find I need anything, but if you're not opposed to owing someone a favour...

[metalcrusher]

OPPOSED?? THIS WAS THE PREMISE OF MY OFFER, DARLING!

[Red Wine's shake may be polite, but Mettaton's has a bit more energy to it, despite the pain he feels in his hand. When he lets go, he clasps his hands together.]

IT'S ONLY RIGHT! AND BESIDES, I FEEL YOU'RE AN UPSTANDING MAN. WHO ELSE WOULD DEDICATE HIMSELF TO THE PROTECTION OF OTHERS, UNBIDDEN...? IF YOU HAVE A NEED OF ME, SURELY IT WILL BE A GOOD ONE.

[Even if it weren't, Mettaton's in a mindspace to think he'd do it for this sake. He won't show it, but this is a lot of agony to endure for a being who has never experienced sensation prior to his time in Aefenglom, much less so much raw pain.]