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☆ A Strange Tale
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Date: June 13
Format: Video
petaluridae)Date: June 13
Format: Video
- The face that comes over the video might be familiar to some: delicate-featured, red-haired, bearing the un-hidden features of a jewel-red dragonfly Fae. Sowilo is known to be brusque and haughty, but today he only looks serious, occasionally glancing off-screen, where the sounds of another couple of people in the office can be heard.
“Two Wilders came back from the Northern Outpost this morning. Apparently a dozen of them went missing a handful of days ago and the search party has only turned up these two. Overcurious meatheads that they are, they found trouble on a trip out. They are not seriously injured-” He holds a hand up. “-but they have the strangest story.”
“While exploring after a rockslide they came upon a tunnel, and like the geniuses they are, decided to follow it down. Very far down, to caverns where they were ambushed and captured handily.” There is a quiet protest in the background, and murmuring, but Sowilo pays it no mind. “The two who returned were purposefully released, and they’ve described to Theodore an underground city full of actual, living people. What in the world do you all know about this? Their leader sent a message that she will release the other ten Wilders safely if “only the travelers who have laid eyes upon her fair city before” accept her cordial invitation to her realm. Doesn’t take a scholar to assume she’s talking about you Mirrorbound. You have a way of attracting trouble, don’t you?”
“I’m sure you understand why this is a… delicate situation for the Coven, and for Aefenglom. We have no records of any city existing underground - we know absolutely nothing about these people, what they want, or what they are capable of. The message was very clear that representatives from the Coven or Aefenglom were not welcomed, so our hands are a bit tied. Their leader wishes to speak with some of you directly, even.” Glittering red eyes narrow.
“We leave on the 16th from the North Gate and will use the teleporter to the Northern Outpost. From there, Theodore and I will accompany you as far as we can, but I imagine it won’t be far at all.” There is a moment of hesitation here from the stuck-up Fae, and he looks a bit like he bit into a lemon. “I suppose we are relying on you all. Please know that this is an unprecedented situation and could turn dangerous for all of us. Not to mention, if they decide they don’t like us, we’ll likely have to abandon the Northern Outpost and all the progress made up there…
I suppose decide among yourselves what you’re willing to do. We will not force anyone's cooperation.”
This is the initial kick-off post for What Lies Beneath! Feel free to use this post to let characters discuss and react with each other as you want over the network or in-person. If you need an NPC reply, please say so in your comment header! NPC replies will come from the journal petaluridae. Otherwise, the event log itself will be up on the 16th. And one more reminder, you still have until 3PM EST on the 15th to sign up for a possible chat with the Matriarch!
petaluridae. Otherwise, the event log itself will be up on the 16th. And one more reminder, you still have until 3PM EST on the 15th to sign up for a possible chat with the Matriarch!
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Unless the infection set you on fire? But I've not heard anyone else mention that.
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That's how it happened.
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...It's good that you learnt about not being heatproof that way.
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[JUST IMAGINE... having a dream that demonstrates fire bringing you to your demise, and then being Mettaton and deciding that doesn't matter.
Apparently it didn't.]
I'm still heatproof, darling. No worries there. But I might not be, if infected... That's all. At least we know fires eradicate the Cwyld! But they also eradicate the host! Too bad!
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So being infected removed your immunity. Did you tell the Coven, or one of the healers? They might find that helpful.
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[he doesn't want to hear it.]
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[Listen to his tone. As sharp and metallic as his angles and edges.]
They're not the one living with being made of metal...
Such a sassy icon
[why was she captivated by him then? Let's hear it. ]
it's my favorite
[He thinks about making a joke about how she looked at him when she was taking down that jackalope.
He doesn't. He remembers a time he made a joke to Soren about almost eating him, and it didn't go over well.]
Your disappointment in seeing me in my original body... Yes. It's because you find this one much more handsome. Yes!!
[imagine being mettaton]
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Okay speaking. ]
I don't notice things like that. [appearance didn't matter, what was inside did. ]
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Mettaton hums shortly.]
Then what do you notice, if not glamorous robots?
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Mtt, this is an awkward conversation. There's a delay in her response as she thinks about if she wants to say it, knowing it's probably being watched. Even when she does speak, it's slow, hesitant.]
Isn't it...more important what they do?
[Kinks:kind people]
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[His voice is fond once more, warmth returned. No more of that aggressive sass from before.
So that's why she doesn't care how Eren dresses........]Since you appreciate their actions... over their looks.
[It seems even Mettaton can appreciate the sentiment, for as vain as he is.]
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I don't really pay attention.
[What a non-answer and she's hiding now. BYE]
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