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[OPEN] I can't help that I need it all

Who: Mettaton, a closed starter, and YOU!
Where: Anywhere in Genosha
When: Anytime from August 5th to the 9th
Rating: PG-13 to start! If this changes, I will adjust accordingly
Summary: Mettaton is a big celebrity, doing his best to spread happiness in these troubling times for both humans and mutants alike. While his actual stance on Humans vs. Mutants is a bit ambiguous, there have been rumors that he might be more involved than his vapid celebrity persona implies... (Brackets or prose, I'll match any format!)

The Story:

One, Open to Mutants (especially the anti-human variety):

It's the biggest party of the year, hosted by the highest members of Genosha society, and anyone who is anyone is invited to attend. So naturally superstar Mettaton is there, dressed in a crisp suit and sporting a crystal glass of wine. Ever the social butterfly, he's been fluttering from conversation to conversation, dazzling as he goes. It seems this time his eyes have alighted on you, and he's called out in your direction, darling~! It's kind of odd though, how you almost feel compelled to come talk to him.

Two, Open to anyone (especially any resistance types):

Mettaton isn't a sheltered flower with no idea that the state of humanity on this island isn't the best. Nor does he blanch at sometimes having to walk through the rougher parts of town. So when his usual go-between for getting information to the resistance is busy, and he's got some intel that needs to be moved, he's brave enough to make the trek himself out to their base. ...though he may have gotten a little lost along the way. Ok, correction: Very Lost. He can't help but wonder if he actually knew where it was located in the first place.

Three, Wild Card:

Want to tag into this but neither of the prompts work for you? That's fine! Slap down a starter and we can get the ball rolling! Here's Mettaton's plot post if you need some info on Mettaton's place in the world! Feel free to hit me up there to chat about any threads you want and/or opt out of his powers! Let's have some fun!

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He stills when she says that, eyeing her suspiciously. It's hard to tell friend from foe, sometimes, what with some mutants being pro-human and some humans being anti-human. He doesn't want to make the mistake of assuming that someone is on his side purely based on their species.

"That depends on if you understand the immensity of the word important when I use it. Do you know there's a certain glamour to it?"

Saying that will give him one of three options: a blank stare, upon which he'll walk away from this useless distraction. A surprised start of some kind, maybe leading to a few more pressing questions. Or a gun to the face. He'll have to take his chances with this, he supposes.

She can't help but squint a bit, tilt her head, wonder if this guy is actually bullshitting her. She's heard the name go across their papers- Glamour, mutant spy, someone with access to a lot of the mutant elite who still ferries information to the resistance for god-knows-what reason. But is that what this guy's trying to suggest? That he's actually hand-delivering that information this time? She always expected his entrance to be a little, more... well, glamorous.

Instead, she just lets out a small 'mmmm' before speaking again. "Guess there's a kind of flair, at least when you say it. Must be heading someplace fancy. Wouldn't want to put up any kind of resistance to you getting there."

Alright, so she's not as good with the puns. Cut her some slack.

Well! Pretty woman here seems to be more in the know than he previously expected!

"Only the fanciest of places for those most important in society. They carry a large weight you know, those who are so high up. The weight of knowledge. Information that can change the whole tide of things."

Is there a secret handshake or something they should be doing now to solidify that they both Know? Or are they going to keep going around in circles?

"Jeez, and you're spending your time lost around here?" She gestures to the alley, trying to look inconspicuous to others watching. "You must really be out of the loop. C'mon, I think I know where you're headed. I'll give you directions."

It's not... the smoothest way to explain things, but people are gonna question less if he comes in with her. At least, she can also field this if anything goes very, very wrong.

He pauses for a moment, sizing her up. She could be human, or she could just look like a human and be using that to get his guard down. But, she's capable of hearing, so that means that he should be able to Persuade her if something were to begin to go wrong. After spending too long lost in this neck of the woods, he has no real alternative to finding the rebel base. So he decides to trust her.

He grins suddenly, his demeanor becoming welcoming and pleasant. "Well, if that's the case, then I'll be happy to follow you!"

He walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her arm, waiting for her direction. "So, what's your name, beautiful?"

Now that they are temporary allies, he can totally flirt, right? Riiiight.

Shepard stiffens when he grabs her, afraid he's going to sling something over her back or waist and disrupt her tac cloak- she needs to pose as mutant as she can, and it honestly just makes everything more complicated if she has to explain how totally human she is. She also finally gets the chance to take a good look at him, and--

Oh. Oh lord, he's that big mutant celebrity. Jesus. Of course he is. What the fuck is he doing delivering this intel himself? Is he stupid? Or does he really believe that strongly in the cause?

She doesn't believe that for a second, so she just steers him down the street and tries to make polite conversation, seeing what he's going to give her as they go. "Call me Shepard. What about you?"

There's finally of look of recognition in her eyes, but it is not accompanied by the usual happiness or surprise he's used to. It's just this odd... negative disbelief?

She probably doesn't know him yet, then. He'll change her tune.

He follows along with her, stepping in time easily despite his height potentially causing problems for them both.

"Marcus. It's quite a pleasure to be spending time with someone as lovely as yourself. Do you come by here often?"

Flirting AND fishing for information! A classic combo!

Marcus. Jeez. At least he can lie well. Must help him out in this line of work, but. He still talks weird, walks weird, and this whole thing unsettles her, but now she's committed and doesn't have a way out, so she just goes with it.

"Do I hang around in alleys often? What kind of a question is that?" She chuckles, not trying to mock him but still ribbing. "No, not at all. I was just passing through, and saw you running in circles, so I stopped to see. It was pretty entertaining."

Okay, maybe it's mocking. So sue her. "I'd ask if you came here often, but I guess not, seeing as I'm giving you directions."

He manages to curb himself just in time from saying 'that's my job! To be entertaining.' No, here he has to be incognito.

"I'm glad I could give you a good time. Someone like you certainly deserves one."

Quietly he looks around, taking in the surroundings around him and making note of the buildings they pass. If he ever ends up in this situation again, he will not be caught with his pants down so to speak.

Shepard doesn't seem charmed with him, and while on a personal level he is slightly offended, on a business level, it's fine. If she thinks he's some airheaded celebrity with no idea of what he's doing, all the better to pull the rug out from under her when the going gets tough.

"No, alas, I don't venture out here all that often, but tonight must have been fate to draw me to you." Ok, so that line is super cheesy, but he is thanking his lucky stars that he ran into someone who can help him.

Oh. My god. Why is the flirting necessary, god help him. God help her, really, for trying to be kind about this whole situation, but here we are, and there's no going back from this. Really, though, she's paying a little more attention than usual, trying to stay sharp. If he's really Mettaton, than she knows what his powers are, and she doesn't want him trying to sweep her off her feet like some damsel in distress, and she really can't afford to be out of her head right now. If she's lucky, he realizes this.

"Well, I guess one of us is lucky, then." She hopes the sarcasm gets across properly, because honestly all she knows how to do is comfortably tease people. What's affection nobody gets affection shut up. Anyway.

"Either or. Glad I could help. Wouldn't have wanted to just leave you out there in possible danger. Especially if you're really as... well, glamorous as you seem."

The flirting is necessary because if they're not flirting, then people will suspect as to why they're walking together if you're not making it blatantly obvious as to what you're doing. It's a tactic he's used multiple times in multiple situations. He can't help but feel a little disappointed that she doesn't know how to flirt back. The sarcasm is cute though.

"Forgive me for taking all of your luck then! I'll have to figure out a way to give it back to you somehow."

They're walking along and it's really starting to sink in that he wasted so much time being lost. God, he should have tried contacting someone, but there was no time! Getting the information in the first place had involved a lot more action than he'd liked, and then the desperate call to a contact of his to do some quick favors to protect his cousin had eaten up so much more of it, there was just... nothing else he could do.

"Glamorous and on a bit of a... time-sensitive schedule. Could you tell me what time it is?"

He knows it's not past the window, but he doesn't know how close it is to this information becoming useless.

Excuse you, Shepard is a tough-as-nails vigilante human posing as a mutant, so she doesn't flirt. I mean, she has, before, but she's objectively pretty bad at it so it's probably not the best thing to try and look casual doing. She's trying, okay. She's really, really trying.

She can tell, though, that he seems nervous, especially asking about the time, but she checks her watch quickly. "4:32. Seems like you're in a hurry." What the hell is he carrying, anyway? Then again, if he's a big celebrity, he could have connections- and dirt- on a lot of people she's certainly not paying attention to. Damn, when did this become her job? She never dealt with espionage like this. Escort missions were annoying and just didn't suit her very well.

It's not a death knell, but if they don't get moving it will be. So he gently increases his speed, silently encouraging Shepard to do the same.

"A bit of a hurry, yes. There's an appointment of mine that I don't intend to miss. One that could help you too!"

The database is going under some re-hauls, getting rid of some alarming back-doors that could allow anyone to get in and take information. In this state, it is at its most vulnerable, and the opportunities this data would offer the resistance could turn the tide of the war. It could truly, once and for all, ensure Napstablook's safety.

"How close are we?"

The pretense is dropping from his voice though he looks quickly to the side of them, warily watching anyone walking by. He shifts his coat higher, further obscuring his face.

Shepard's eyeing him closely, feeling his increase in speed. She's gotta get a better idea of what she's dealing with here, somehow. God, why couldn't he just be a telepath or something. Least mutants could do is be useful in espionage. Oh well.

"Closer than we were. Is your appointment that important? Or, really, are you edging that close? Might have to pull some measures if you're that married to it."

God she's bad at this side-talking thing. How is he so good at it?

"We're edging so close that I fear it will come and go before we get where we need to be. What measures are you thinking of, dear?"

He doubts there is anything a simple human could do that could get them to the base in time, but he asks all the same. If only he had super speed or something. His voice and skin usually get him through anything, but that just makes running into situations where they don't help him all the more frustrating.

Well, if it's getting that dire. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, sends a quick message to the headquarters about what's happening. In truth, she'd run him around a bit, waiting for specific instruction, but she's gonna take a chance on this one. She veers him sideways, turns a block, and lets him go.

"Go straight down this street. Take a right in two blocks, and stop when you see me again." Hopefully, she won't have to explain what she actually means by 'see', considering what she's about to pull. "And keep this quiet."

She reaches into her pocket for the remote to the device on her back, and lifts her other hand into the air. Snaps her fingers concurrently with pressing a button. And just like that, she's gone, sprinting down the street to open the back door of the nearest hideout. She shouldn't trust him, but she got as far as she has in this operation- and her life- by trusting her gut.

There are many things that you can expect out of a super secret escort mission, but your 'bodyguard' suddenly posing like she's on stage and disappearing is not one of them. It fills him with delight and he wants to laugh and clap and shout 'Encore!' but the seriousness of the situation tempers his amusement, somewhat.

He follows her instructions, speed-walking along the way and keeping an eye out for anyone following him. He doesn't think he's been followed, but it's still something he worries about.

When he sees her again he dutifully stops and waits for her next instruction. Though he can't help a quip at her.

"You have a flair for the dramatic."

She's all set up next to a door near the end of the street, trying to look like she didn't just sprint a few blocks and then hastily have to explain what the hell was going on, so mostly she's just trying to steady her breathing before flipping her hood back down.

"Yeah, well, when we're dealing with someone like you, I figure you'd benefit from a little extra, well, glamour." Now that she's getting the hang of dealing with him, it's making it easier to make jokes. "C'mon. VIP entrance." She knocks her knuckles twice on the door and it opens, gesturing him to go through.

"Metal celebrities first."

The joke brings a look of genuine delight to his face but he shuts it down quickly when the door opens. He is all business when he strides in, his steps long and sure.

"I don't have much time. The information I am carrying with me will go down in 15 minutes. Ghost was unavailable to field this to you all."

His voice takes on a tinge of his Persuasion to further emphasize his point. He pulls the USB out of his pocket and holds it out.

"This holds the usernames and passwords into the Genosha Security Database. Every high-class mutant on this island has a profile with important information inside and it is currently being overhauled. This means that the usual tracking on its algorithm to register who and where someone is accessing it is down."

He doesn't care that now more people in the Resistance who don't have the clearance know who he is. This information needs to be accessed now.

"If there is anyone here who knows tech, now would be the time to step forward."

She listens, carefully, and can't help but quirk a grin when she hears his request.

"Well, then, you're really lucky, and I also wish you'd have told me that when we met. I was Ghost's rendezvous. Gimme that."

She takes the USB from his hand, walks further into the base, gestures him to come with. It's not that she doesn't trust him, but she needs to keep an eye on him while he's here, and if he knows about Ghost, he knows enough. She drops into one of the work stations, plugs the USB in, and skims the information.

"Kinda surprised your friend didn't give you more detailed directions if this intel was that necessary." She quips to him as she scans over what they've got.

He raises an eyebrow at her as she takes the USB. He follows after her farther into the base, feeling the eyes of the other Resistance members on him. He takes it in stride, holding his head up high.

"Their rendezvous? Forgive me, but they never mentioned you. I would remember if they spoke of striking young human helping them deal information. I would have told you this information earlier had I known."

She plugs the USB in and he can feel the stress leeching out of his shoulders. He's done everything he can. It's out of his hands now.

"If you're asking that, then you don't know their current situation."

The current situation being assassins breaking into their house and attempting to kill them. The only reason they are alive is because of Mettaton's machinations in hiring them a body guard and using some... less than ethical methods in securing their papers on the island.

She can't help but roll her eyes a bit before continuing to parse the information, grabbing a notepad and copying a few keys physically for her own records. Man, she's dramatic once and he's going full super spy. From everything she's gleaned about him, this shouldn't be so surprising, and yet, here they are.

"No, I don't, because I was here doing my job." It's not like she had a full contact with them as it was. That's communication's job. She's a field agent. "They wouldn't have known me directly, anyway. Don't worry about it."

She quickly transfers the intel, blasting it out through their network- there's plenty of code-crackers and hackers that can take this faster and log the information properly. So once it's sent, she pulls the USB back out, turns around, and drops it into his hands.

"And information received. Not gonna lie, I'm a little surprised you put yourself on the line like this. Not every day you see a mutant like yourself. It's pretty hard not to recognize you."

On Mettaton's part, he pulls out his phone to look at the time and see if he's gotten a message from Napstablook.

"Someone down the line didn't do their job, and I had to pick up the pieces. It almost cost us this."

He looks at the now useless USB in his hands, smiling gently now.

"But, thanks to you, not all was lost."

He raises his eyes to look at Shepard, continuing his smile.

"Well, I have someone important to fight for. And I know what I stand for. So it was a risk I was willing to take."

Now there was a definite chance for things to change. For his cousin to finally, truly, be safe.

Well, he's standing for something. What he believes in, people he cares about. She can't say she's got the best opinion of mutants- probably better than most working in the resistance- but it's nice. Refreshing, really, to find someone who's actually willing to stick their neck out for them.

"I'd say thanks to you, too." She stands to show him out. "Try not to get too lost getting out of here. We don't want this place discovered. I'm sure I'm already gonna take some heat after getting you in here." Which she doesn't give a huge shit about, because it was worth it, and that will probably work on her supervisors, too.

"Good luck. On this and otherwise."

"I think I'll have an easier time getting back than you think."

He walks with her as she escorts him. Idly he wishes that he could spend more time and chat with her. She really is beautiful.

"A strong woman such as yourself can surely handle the ire of your higher ups. But I extend that good luck you gave me to you, all the same."

He stands at the door, his hand on the doorknob. "I hope our paths cross again, Shepard. And for good reasons."

He gives her one final smile, and then steps out into the warm Genosha air.

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[OPEN] I can't help that I need it all

>:3!!!!

>:3c!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MIGHTY NYA

THE MIGHTY NYA, WITH THE MIGHTY PAW

TO STRIKE DOWN HIS ENEMIES

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NO!!!! FOR DEATH!!!

THE MIGHT NYA IS PUTTING HIS PAW DOWN

TO KILL HIS FOES AND ACHIEVE CONQUEST

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YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!!

I'M INVOKING THE GENEVA CONVENTION

THIS ISN'T COVERED BY THE GENEVA CONVENTION

I'M GONNA CHANGE THE GENEVA CONVENTION RIGHT NOW

YOU CAN'T DO THAT

FUKGIN WWATCH ME SRUB

1V1 ME IN A DITCH

OK!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT YOU WITH KISSES

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already putting on lip gloss what was that?

you dingus, also, makes shit up for this tag

DID YOU MEAN: Me, this entire thread????

BOTH OF US NOW LMAO

THE TRIED AND TRUE METHOD OF ALL RP, TBH

YAAA

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[OPEN] I can't help that I need it all

>:3!!!!

>:3c!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MIGHTY NYA

THE MIGHTY NYA, WITH THE MIGHTY PAW

TO STRIKE DOWN HIS ENEMIES

holy shit no, for drinking milk out of the bowl

NO!!!! FOR DEATH!!!

THE MIGHT NYA IS PUTTING HIS PAW DOWN

TO KILL HIS FOES AND ACHIEVE CONQUEST

NO!!! STOP THAT!!!

YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!!

I'M INVOKING THE GENEVA CONVENTION

THIS ISN'T COVERED BY THE GENEVA CONVENTION

I'M GONNA CHANGE THE GENEVA CONVENTION RIGHT NOW

YOU CAN'T DO THAT

FUKGIN WWATCH ME SRUB

1V1 ME IN A DITCH

OK!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT YOU WITH KISSES

omg that's not how this WORKS

*already putting on lip gloss* what was that?

you dingus, also, makes shit up for this tag

DID YOU MEAN: Me, this entire thread????

BOTH OF US NOW LMAO

THE TRIED AND TRUE METHOD OF ALL RP, TBH

YAAA

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already putting on lip gloss what was that?