[It was something of a belated thing to realize, that with Mettaton so careful to present a specific persona to the world, that it would be useful to know a few details if, for whatever reason, Emet-Selch needed to give any. Fortunately it hadn't come up, and even if it had- well, it would've been easy enough to shrug and say that he honestly didn't know, and wouldn't it be better to ask Mettaton directly for his personal information...? He'd probably still do that regardless....
But still, useful information nonetheless. And when it came to a more explicit past- Emet-Selch rather liked being one of only two people here who knew of it, and would agree entirely that Mettaton didn't need to share this part of himself any further. The idol was protective of it, and the Ascian was possessive of it.]
Yes, I'm unsurprised that you've avoided mentioning your supposed purpose for construction. As unfitting as you seem to that cause, humans are foolish, their feelings capricious.
[Because it's completely irrational to be uneasy around a robot who self-discloses that he was specifically created to destroy humanity.
A robot would be made to perform a specific way... so presumably Mettaton's eccentricities could be written off as an intended part of his design. Or an accidental flaw in construction. Or even just a quirk in the rules governing robots on another world. Some places had magic, and some did not... and some had stranger robots than others. Even when facing other robots, he thought it shouldn't be too strange of a thing to manage.
Old men... that has Emet-Selch side-eyeing the watch a little, indeed reminded of Vanitas' term for him. Not that it wasn't fitting, he couldn't exactly pretend otherwise, especially from the perspective of a mortal. But it wasn't as though he was anywhere near the oldest in the Convocation....]
And of course I have a birthday, though it's not as if the turns of days were smoothly translated over when the world was broken. And this place is even further removed from that.
It was in the late Spring, I can give you that much.
[So thankfully just past any point of picking a day here and going with that.]
Do you remember your own? Assuming you have one, of course.
[With all else they knew of each other- more heavy topics than not- it struck him as almost quaint that they'd eventually reach inane details like this. Did ghosts even have birthdays? Was there any point in an immortal marking the span of years?]
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But still, useful information nonetheless. And when it came to a more explicit past- Emet-Selch rather liked being one of only two people here who knew of it, and would agree entirely that Mettaton didn't need to share this part of himself any further. The idol was protective of it, and the Ascian was possessive of it.]
Yes, I'm unsurprised that you've avoided mentioning your supposed purpose for construction. As unfitting as you seem to that cause, humans are foolish, their feelings capricious.
[Because it's completely irrational to be uneasy around a robot who self-discloses that he was specifically created to destroy humanity.
A robot would be made to perform a specific way... so presumably Mettaton's eccentricities could be written off as an intended part of his design. Or an accidental flaw in construction. Or even just a quirk in the rules governing robots on another world. Some places had magic, and some did not... and some had stranger robots than others. Even when facing other robots, he thought it shouldn't be too strange of a thing to manage.
Old men... that has Emet-Selch side-eyeing the watch a little, indeed reminded of Vanitas' term for him. Not that it wasn't fitting, he couldn't exactly pretend otherwise, especially from the perspective of a mortal. But it wasn't as though he was anywhere near the oldest in the Convocation....]
And of course I have a birthday, though it's not as if the turns of days were smoothly translated over when the world was broken. And this place is even further removed from that.
It was in the late Spring, I can give you that much.
[So thankfully just past any point of picking a day here and going with that.]
Do you remember your own? Assuming you have one, of course.
[With all else they knew of each other- more heavy topics than not- it struck him as almost quaint that they'd eventually reach inane details like this. Did ghosts even have birthdays? Was there any point in an immortal marking the span of years?]