+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."

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[mettatonvevo]

[Ok, so Sirius actually belongs to that world with Hogwarts. Huh. Overall it didn't seem like a bad place, so that is good, at least.

But he looks at Sirius with a raised eyebrow.]

I have three forms, one of which you are currently looking at, but I highly doubt that that's what the puzzle is asking for.

[He looks to said puzzle and shakes his head.]

I mean, you turned into a dog! That's not in my programming. I can't think "wow, you know, I would love to be an animal right now!" and suddenly have it-

[-happen, you say, Mettaton? Because it's happening my man my dude my boy.

One moment he is the 7 foot tall robot we all know and love, the next he has shrunk, sprouting feathers and sporting bright, eye-catching green plumage. On his chest can clearly be seen a white heart shape and he turns his now avian eyes to Sirius accusingly.

I don't know what you did, but you did it. he thinks to himself, slightly horrified that he can't seem to speak.]

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius actually takes a few steps back in his surprise. The robot and his height were imposing, but this bird is practically radiating a barrier between itself and the rest of the world. It is too beautiful for all this. It actually takes a moment for Sirius to interpret what he's seen correctly.

And when he sees the way the bird is squinting at him (can peacocks even do that?), he actually has to ask himself if he did have something to do with it.]

Wh-- no, I don't even have my wand. You must have done it, just thinking about it!

[He looks at the boxes and the lasers, then back at the bird. The bird that lacks thumbs and is mostly suited for displaying its delicate feathers.]

...I have no idea how this would be helpful, now that you've done it.

[mettatonvevo]

[Peacockatton ruffles his feathers a bit irritably, expanding and closing them as he does. This is not something he wanted, but from the bits and pieces he can see of himself, he seems to be very beautiful.

He actually looks around for a mirror because he wants a better look but of course Wonderland and this weird event aren't providing. He does spot the reflective edges of one of the cubes nearby and promptly walks over. It's not perfect, but it is enough for him to take in his current state and he is pleasantly surprised.

Displaying his feathers again and again, he looks to Sirius standing a bit away from him.

I would say this form is very helpful, all things considered, since I am very beautiful and beauty is always needed.

...is what he'd like to say, but all that comes out is something like this]

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius' eyes go wide at that noise, mildly disturbed.]

Right, so, no more of that, thank you. You can't talk right now so there's no point in trying.

[But he isn't going to make him change back just yet. He knows how enjoyable it is to get that connection to your more primal self, although he isn't quite sure how a mechanical man would have one. In any case, he seems to be enjoying presenting his feathers, so Sirius is just going to give the room a once over again.

He finally settles in one spot, staring at the gun thoughtfully.]

You wouldn't happen to know what this is, would you?

[mettatonvevo]

[Well you seem knowledgable about all of this Mettaton thinks to himself, his avian eyes darting to the gun Sirius is asking about.

He cocks his head to the side as he stares at it and decides to try out his new form's abilities. The peacock attempts to fly but really only manages a bit of a flying leap, landing on the gun and gripping to it tightly with his claws.

After another moment's consideration, he starts pecking at it. Hard. Somehow during this surprise assault, the gun fires, shooting a laser into a nearby wall, creating a blue swirling vortex in its wake.

Who needs thumbs with a beak like this!? Mettaton thinks triumphantly, giving out a small honk.]