aefenglom | video; un: METTATON

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video; un: METTATON

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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[At some point after waking up from one of many naps that have occurred over this past week, Emet-Selch idly checks his watch to see if there's anything new, anything interesting that he can concentrate on that's something other than being incredibly sore and tired. He's still mostly in the same position as he was in the video when he watches it- a watching that'll be pretty obvious, Mettaton's voice ringing out once more in their small hospital room.

Emet-Selch notes himself there with a frown and a sigh, though it doesn't keep him from resting his head against the puca's body. As the tone of the recording changes though, that mild disapproval mostly fades. He knew that Mettaton had been close to Mikasa... and though it had certainly been startling to them both to discover she was gone (the pain in his Bonds having given way to a dull void in the case of one of them had further confirmed it), he also knew that the puca was the one suffering more for it. The Ascian had the severed Bond to contend with, but while he'd liked Mikasa in a way, and they had begun actually learning more about one another, they still hadn't been particularly close. While Mettaton had even been inclined to go look for her, in his current state... and seeing his distress, even Emet-Selch hadn't tried to convince him to stay. The robot had returned soon enough anyway, empty-handed.

That the Ascian would reply to his posting was a given. And he could just respond verbally. He is literally resting against the originator of this message. And Mettaton's awake, so it's not as though laboriously typing a reply would spare the chance of waking him unnecessarily.

And yet. Here we are. Slow, pointless typing.]

How am I doing...? Terribly. My sleep was even recently disturbed by some obnoxious voice speaking far too loudly and closely to ignore. Perhaps you'd know something about that?

[It hadn't been disturbed at all. He'd slept soundly through Mettaton's entire broadcast, and even if he hadn't, well- he liked his voice anyway. They both knew that.

But he moves on, to a more serious reply. There was no way he could suggest that Mikasa would be fine. She was human, normal, mortal, and she was from a place where those traits accompanied a life frequently made briefer than necessary.]

Despite the dangers she faced, she wanted to return. Without settling things at home, I doubt that she ever would have been happy here.

[Not that he knew how anything in her world would even be settled, apart from an ending that resulted in her death. Though for mortals, at least, death was a certain release from obligations. 'Perhaps she'll return once she's dead' isn't something he particularly wants to say, though.]

( Best face forward, and all that, but Nico is still a little startled by the dazzling show this guy is putting on from the infirmary. Perhaps she shouldn't be - the few times they'd spoken before suggest that this kind of behaviour tracks - and yet ...

She isn't sure. There's something kind of sad about having to put on a brave face about dying. )

You sound awful chipper for someone who just went through all that. Are you sure you're getting on okay?

[Guess who isn't even trying to sound a bit less than unattached and factual.] I believe Eren has returned to his world, at the very least. His side of the Bond disappeared a short while back, but it did not quite come with the shock of a death on the other side I've heard about. His mirror seems to be... broken, as well, I checked when I felt the Bond disappear.

I know not if Mikasa has gone, but I cannot contact her either. My guess is whatever took Eren, or whatever took Mikasa, took them both. I did not check her mirror.

Wow, you look like shit.

[ Yikes, Tsutha. Don't sugar coat it or anything. ]

What all has been happening in Aefenglom while I've been away? I swear, I decide to travel for the first time in months and all the hells break loose!

...Is this related to why I felt my bond drop off for a while?

[Arms crossed. You two...]

You talk to me first. You weren't kidnapped too, were you? I figured Emet would have said something about it if you had been, but...

You died? How did you come back?

[Asriel looks okay, despite being kidnapped and experimented on. He's recovered pretty well despite everything. Also, forgive the newbie question.]

[the entirety of this broadcast is incredibly boring at the meat of it. sounds like he has a stupid crush? at first, Midousuji wonders if she died, from the word choice, and he feels a weird twist inside himself—but the looking... someone who went back home.

Midousuji hangs his head to the side, wide eyes watching with a mild fascination by the appearance of this person. there's all kinds of weird people here from all kinds of different worlds, but Midousuji is pretty sure this person is some kind of robot. but somehow, they also have fur? is it that a robot person got animal traits through monster stuff? or is he a witch, and that's just... what people look like in his world?

the really fascinating point, though, is that he died of Cwyld. or rather, that he died—if that's even true—and he's right here, making this stupid video entry. it would be easy to blame on a dream logic loop-hole, which Midousuji does consider.]

You died.

Where I'm from, death isn't a temporary health condition. But there you are, in a hospital bed.

Is this an Aefenglom thing, or a whatever-you-are person thing?

I've considered death as a way "out," but if you end up right back in this stupid place, there'd be no point.

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.

[A stranger to be sure, but Yuki's kind of... mildly intrigued by the blunt, open invitation to discuss things. All the terrible, horrible things.]

You died, but you're still here? Congrats, I think. It sounds like a good thing? Were you one of the people those people messed with?

[A little awkward shifting.]

And to answer your question, because I asked you a rude one: Not doing very well.

[it's a bad thing Gon's gotten used to using the video features of the watch. it's so much easier than typing, but it also means a lot of people get Gon yelling very loudly when he opens up contact, which is exactly what he does when he contacts Mettaton.]

Mettaton!!

[Gon's standing in a hall way, and he's in similar attire to the idol. Gon clutches the sides of the watch, eyes glossing. he knew that Mettaton wasn't himself, and never doubted that... and it's big of him to apologize publicly for that, even though it wasn't his fault. but hearing that Mettaton died is...

distressing. and confusing.]

What room are you in!?

[That's a whole lot of hell to have gone through because of the cult's enchantments, and while Momo doesn't really want to speak about his own experiences there yet, he can relate to some degree. However, it's not that which draws him to actually reply, and though he has a smile on his face when he does, it's a little subdued.]

Mikasa told me a lot about her world, but if anything, it made me trust that she knows how to survive there. So though I know it's hard to help worrying, I'll believe in her abilities.

[She's survived this long, in a world where even someone Momo's age was apparently considered "old" to her because of how few people managed to make it that far. He thinks she can do it however much longer it takes.]

It sounds like you went through a lot. Hopefully people managed to get enough evidence to nail the inner circle and the guy in charge, none of them deserve to get off free after everything they did to people.

[While there's obvious sympathy there, Momo's trying to keep his tone a bit professional to not give away his own lingering distress over what happened. Even though he can see Yuki already talking about it up the post, he hasn't had his name dropped yet.]

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