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Name: Mettaton
Date: 02/20
Format: video
Warnings: mention of death (he's better now!), talk of the recent event (Cwyld, kidnappings)

[Propped up against a plain pillow in the Coven's infirmary is Mettaton. His manner is languid, slow, and his rabbit ears are in such poor shape that they no longer stand anymore, sore-ridden and flopped over. Cradled against his shoulder and chest is a man's head, dark haired with a shock of white at his bangs, fast asleep.

Ears aside, his hair... is perfect. He flashes a photogenic smile otherwise interrupted by rabbit-like teeth.]

Hey there, beauties! It's Mettaton again, coming to you live from the... infirmary. [Not very glamorous, suggests his flat tone.] My sincerest apologies to those of you who've encountered me over the past few weeks. I haven't been in my right mind!! And not only that, but I was infected with the Cwyld. It was horrible. Terrible! Disturbing! To clear things up: I don't actually endorse contracting the Cwyld. In fact... Oh my. I died, thanks in part to it.

In the end, I was offed by one of you lovely darlings, before I... Before it got too bad. I was told it was a duo! [Mettaton tilts his head.] If that encounter sounds familiar, get in touch, gorgeous! I want to thank you personally. I promise I don't bite much... Haha.

[The idol pauses heavily, stuck with a smile. This is the more taxing part of his broadcast, and there's a flash of remorse in his gaze. Mettaton is a practiced face, however, so he's able to pull himself together with startling ease despite the overall tone.]

I'm sure many of you know Mikasa Ackerman. It seems... she's departed all too recently. I looked for her. Everywhere. Trust me. [Mettaton sighs; it's clear he's trying to remain composed enough for conversation, but he allows a measure of genuine sorrow to soften his expression.] She's... one of my best friends. She's a remarkable human who never fails to entrance me, no matter how quiet and stoic. She's powerful, protective, and fierce, and you'd know what I meant if you've met her. She's amazing enough to dazzle yours truly!!

...I tried to tell Eren about Mikasa, but I couldn't reach him, either. If anyone knows where... if he's still here, would you be a dear and let me know? He still owes me money!!

[Mettaton smirks playfully, but it fades as he continues.]

Well. Ahem. As some of you may have known, Mikasa and Eren live in a perilous world. It didn't sound... [Mettaton glances aside, disturbed.] I can't help but wonder if she... If they'll be all right.

[A surprisingly thoughtful silence follows, but Mettaton's quick to shake off his reverie with a quiet sigh and a hard blink. He puts his best face forward and continues, addressing more the rest of the Mirrorbound.]

Speaking of perilous... After a week of disappearances, sickness, and kidnapping alike, how are you all doing? Talk to me, darlings. You aren't going this alone!

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You were trying to bite at the time. Quite persistently in fact.

[He did think for a while about replying to this at all, but had reasoned in the end that maybe Mettaton did deserve to know who had put an end to his suffering, even if he did seem good-natured about it.]

The person who 'offed' you was me. But don't thank me. It wasn't anything I want to be thanked for.

Red Wine...?! You...

[Mettaton blinks into the camera, surprise as clear as day. Really, there wasn't anybody who couldn't surprise Mettaton at this point. He couldn't envision anybody trying to kill him.

After the initial shock wears off, Mettaton shakes his head no.]

How cold of you... to deny my thanks!! [Welp Mettaton's grateful after all. He leans before remembering that he has a body sleeping on him; Emet-Selch's good at sleeping but even he'd have his limits.] Had I not been killed, I don't know WHAT would've happened. And! You left my body in salvageable condition! It couldn't have been easy... To see one of us like that, and to do something about it.

[Mettaton doesn't mention the fact that he bets he was a harrowing sight. He has no idea, save for waking up just... covered in blood and a dirty, gross mess.]

And you brought my Bonded and I to the Coven. Of COURSE I want to express my gratitude! We're only alive now because of that. But... are you all right, darling?

[He'd prefer not to have to think about it at all. It had taken far too long to get the smell of blood, oil and Cwyld out of his clothes and off his skin, and longer still to purge the persistent memory of it out of his senses. The only reason he speaks up is that Mettaton deserves to know - as anyone would deserve to know - just who had put him out of his suffering in the end.]

I'm fine.

[That is, he's not irreparably shaken by what he needed to do. Bailey, though, might need a little longer to move past it.]

Part of my purpose on Tierra - where I come from - is to put an end to rampaging creatures for the sake of protecting others. As for bringing you both back, think nothing of it.

I see. You insist, but you still have my thanks. From the bottom of my heart. I was told that were I to turn any further... I couldn't be revived. And Emet-Selch... I. I didn't mean to hurt him...

[Mettaton glances down at his slumbering Bonded, lifting a hand to comb through his dark hair. It was a tragedy all around, and he's already acknowledged that it couldn't have been easy to do. And it wouldn't be favorable, either. He'd be glad to know Red Wine didn't want think about it. Who would?

With a slight smile, he meets the camera again. He won't press far if Red Wine insists that he's fine (though he's certain that his prior experience helps keep him from being rattled), but...]

Who was accompanying you, by the by?

I know. You didn't mean any of it.

[There's a slight softened edge to his voice when he says that. Red Wine has killed some brutish monsters in his time, and some who did not look like monsters at all, but he knows the line to draw between something that harms others with purpose and something that simply can't help itself. That, in part, is why he doesn't want any thanks for it.

Mettaton hadn't meant to hurt the other person they had found tucked away down that hole, hadn't meant to attack Red Wine as he had... but it had turned out well enough in the end, hadn't it?]

That was my partner, Bailey. They were not as... prepared as I. [When they had gone out together, he hadn't intended for Bailey's first fight to be something so terrifying.] But they are unharmed.

Bailey... I'm afraid I haven't met them. That they were unprepared...

[He has; he just doesn't know them by name. He smiles nonetheless, bitterly.]

I'm glad they're all right. But I can't imagine it sat well with them. Even if I'm a pretty face... Well. I'm sure you know what I'm getting at.

[He scarred a perfectly good Faun by being a Cwyld-infected rabbit-robot. For shame...]

We were intending to do some training, but we didn't intend to run into... that situation.

[To run into a situation where Bailey would have to watch Red Wine fight for his life. Where they would have to see... everything that had happened that night. Red Wine hadn't enjoyed it either, but a lifetime fighting Fallen Angels had at least prepared him to not panic in the face of combat.]

You weren't exactly looking your best. [He comments wryly, one corner of his mouth tipping up in a small smirk. Sorry, Mettaton, but he's definitely seen you looking better.]

How are you feeling now?

That was surely a doozy of a training session, then.

[Mettaton sighs, looking a bit put out. At the same time, he also smirks. His ears would be flattening if they weren't already weak and floppy from his recent death and injury. But then he snorts.]

So I wasn't looking my best. I feel like every time you rush to my side, it's for some ailment or another... Have I ever looked terribly presentable before you?

[First Red Wine came to him when he was still in the thick of being allergic to iron without remedy. Then he came to him while he needed to be killed. Mettaton wonders if Red Wine's ever seen Mettaton look his best save for incidental passing by or if he's broadcasting a video of himself.

It's possible. Mettaton smirks and shakes his head, smiling softly.]

I'll just have to work on recovering so that the next time you see me, I'm as radiant as ever. It'll be a while, I'm sure. [Which is to say that he's alright, but not spectacular. His smirk brightens.] Hopefully not too long. Haha.

Not one they will soon forget.

[And Red Wine regrets putting them through that, but where they had been was a place he had walked through many times and it had always been relatively safe before. It just goes to show that you can't take anything for granted.

Mettaton's observation does draw another wry smile to his lips, though. The puca isn't wrong - they never do seem to cross paths when the other isn't undergoing some kind of crisis. Sometimes it just happens that way and he hadn't given it too much thought before, but now that he does... It is unfortunate.]

When you feel stronger, send me a message. I'd be happy to meet you.

[And get the true, live, Mettaton experience. Red Wine really has no idea what he's setting himself up for with that one.]

[Even at the invite, Mettaton brightens significantly. His ears would be standing at full attention, if they could stand right now.]

Oh yes!! Of course. With an invite like that, can I really afford to be down and out for long??

[Mettaton flashes a smile. Bailey would probably... want to forget that entire encounter. Red Wine, too. So Mettaton will just have to overwrite it by giving them each the Whole Mettaton Experience.]

[Well, Mettaton definitely gets points for maintaining his sparkle even when he probably just wants to go to sleep. The invitation is a genuine one in any case - against his better judgement, Red Wine does find himself curious about what the puca is like when he isn't in some kind of trouble.]

How would you prefer to meet? I'll let you have the choice.

[Given that Mettaton wants to show off his best, Red Wine decides on letting him choose the place. And it's something to look forward to as well, isn't it?]

Hmm... Certainly not outside of the city limits, I'll give you that much. For obvious reasons.

[Mettaton chuckles. Sure, a Puca's best could be shown off that way... but Mettaton's best isn't being a speed demon or something like that. Instead, he brightens up another step, proving it's possible.]

I'm a performer, you know! That would be me at my best... Do you do evenings, darling? Give me a moon or two, give or take, and I'll be positively radiant!! Perhaps I trouble you to engage me with some of your swordplay technique...

[Mettaton sort of blinks off, as though trying to remember where he'd figured out that Red Wine wielded a sword. It just seemed right... Or something. He shrugs.]

Something like that.

I'm a vampire. Of course I do evenings.

[And he, too, wonders just how aware of things Mettaton had been when he had been in that feral, infected state. The puca has seen him wearing a sword of course - he's rarely without it - but some people do just decide to wear them as decoration with little knowledge of how to handle one when it's in their hand.

He studies Mettaton for a moment or two, thoughtful.]

If that's what you want, I can give a demonstration.

[With a nod, Mettaton relaxes in his bed, closing his eye for a spell. It's hard to try to overthink where he may have figured that out... SO he chooses not to think too hard about it.]

Fabulous. I'm a robot totally without his weaponry... It couldn't hurt to learn. And besides. Lots of plays around here, have roles involving swordplay!! [yeaahhhh mettaton wants to learn authentic swordplay for possible SHOW, AMAZING] Well! We'll both look forward to that, then. Take care of yourself, gorgeous! And I'll do the same.

I'll make a point of it, if you insist.

[Red Wine is not without his flirtatious side, and he flashes a half-smile as he delivers that promise. Taking care of himself hasn't often been too high on his list of priorities here, but he's grown better at it of late.]

After all, you'll want me at my best.

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