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epidemiology2016-04-01 10:16 am
aspearation) wrote in epidemiology2016-04-01 10:16 am
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a fish and a robot walk into a bar. it hurts.
CHARACTERS: Undyne & Mettaton
DATE: 03/31
WARNINGS: (see CHARACTERS) (no, none really)
SUMMARY: A little bonding over mutual disdain.
[ Undyne holds no realy pretense that they'll actually find Gilgamesh, much less make him apologize to Mettaton. Somehow, she just gets the feeling that the task they've set out to do is impossible. Somehow.
That was never the real point anyway. It was just a good opportunity to... do something. She doesn't know what. She just knows that she can either keep clashing with Mettaton endlessly, or at least try to extend the proverbial olive branch, the latter of which seems strangely appealing. If the way to do that is through their mutual dislike of someone who threatens their friend, then so be it. She'd made friends in much less glamorous ways before. And Papyrus is so fond of him, for reasons she can't fathom, and moreso than he's fond of most people. She's going to have to learn to put up with him, whether she likes it or not. She managed to do it with Sans, why not with Mettaton?
Pushing aside all rhetorical questions in her mind, she waits outside the inn, bright and early and ready to go... do something. She doesn't really know what. Sleep hasn't come easy since she arrived here, so she's looking a little more frazzled than usual. The beds were too short by a third, all the ceilings were too low by about a foot, and the only thing keeping here from going on a frustrated rampage was that the natives were kind to her, and the kids were pretty damn cute. She's even taught a few how to throw spears made of sticks. They weren't very effective at it, but damn if it wasn't adorable watching them try.
Her coat is conspicuously missing, her vest unbuttoned, and her uniform shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. It's a nice enough morning, at least, so she's got that going for her. She smooths back her hair, and rubs at the bags under her good eye, and checks the bracelet on her wrist impatiently, as if looking at it will actually tell her what time it is. ]
DATE: 03/31
WARNINGS: (see CHARACTERS) (no, none really)
SUMMARY: A little bonding over mutual disdain.
[ Undyne holds no realy pretense that they'll actually find Gilgamesh, much less make him apologize to Mettaton. Somehow, she just gets the feeling that the task they've set out to do is impossible. Somehow.
That was never the real point anyway. It was just a good opportunity to... do something. She doesn't know what. She just knows that she can either keep clashing with Mettaton endlessly, or at least try to extend the proverbial olive branch, the latter of which seems strangely appealing. If the way to do that is through their mutual dislike of someone who threatens their friend, then so be it. She'd made friends in much less glamorous ways before. And Papyrus is so fond of him, for reasons she can't fathom, and moreso than he's fond of most people. She's going to have to learn to put up with him, whether she likes it or not. She managed to do it with Sans, why not with Mettaton?
Pushing aside all rhetorical questions in her mind, she waits outside the inn, bright and early and ready to go... do something. She doesn't really know what. Sleep hasn't come easy since she arrived here, so she's looking a little more frazzled than usual. The beds were too short by a third, all the ceilings were too low by about a foot, and the only thing keeping here from going on a frustrated rampage was that the natives were kind to her, and the kids were pretty damn cute. She's even taught a few how to throw spears made of sticks. They weren't very effective at it, but damn if it wasn't adorable watching them try.
Her coat is conspicuously missing, her vest unbuttoned, and her uniform shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. It's a nice enough morning, at least, so she's got that going for her. She smooths back her hair, and rubs at the bags under her good eye, and checks the bracelet on her wrist impatiently, as if looking at it will actually tell her what time it is. ]
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THEN WE'RE BACK TO THE ROUGH DRAFT! WE NEED A PLAN OF ACTION! AN INCITING MOMENT! SOMETHING TO ROLL THE PLOT ALONG.
HM... DO YOU THINK SANS WOULD BE OF ANY HELP? [For as lazy as he is, MTT can't imagine he'd just sit around while someone threatened his own no-flesh and bones.]
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[ Sans did help her look for Koltira that one time, after all. And she likes to think they have an understanding now. ]
Come on. Let's go see if we can find him.
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[Mettaton starts to wheel off in a random direction, slow enough for Undyne to saunter next to him if she so chooses. He hums a few bars, clearly enjoying...
Well. Not the CIRCUMSTANCES. But this. A nice dirt path. The sun overhead. A nice, chilly breeze...]
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE, DARLING?
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[ Undyne keeps up easily, walking in step... or, well. Just keeping up, really. ]
Since I guess part way through the last mission. I thought this mission would be easier, but it's not. Do you just get this weird feeling we're missing something?
[ Undyne was an act first, think later type, and that usually meant the thinking part got overlooked. Being analytical isn't one of her strong suits, but something just feels amiss and she can't really place a finger on it. ]