anything you can do [private] i can do better

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//YEAH DW ditto btw mtts just a petty dramatic asshole a lot of the time rip

Mettaton hated a lot of things--but something he hated more than almost anything else was when someone called his bluff. His world revolved around image, reputation, what people thought of him--and being caught out was a worse feeling than being wounded in battle. Well, depending on the wound, anyway. It was at least worth a broken limb. He glared at John, but it was clear he was biting his tongue--and from the tight expression on his features, it appeared he was trying not to pout.
"Are you implying I can't hunt? Or that I can't boss you around? To be honest, I couldn't care less what you do with your life--hunt, don't hunt, I don't. Care." Well, him maintaining a calm demeanor wasn't likely going to work. He just couldn't do it. If anything, John had the upper hand, and had, from the beginning, if only because Mettaton was far too sensitive to deal with people he didn't like. If you could use 'sensitive' to describe the wish to cleave someone with a chainsaw when they laughed at you.

"I was promoted because I was the right fit for the job." He told John, a note of scorn in his voice. Justifications galore were on his tongue, but for now he bit them back. He didn't want to seem desperate.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

John's mouth twisted in a mock smirk, amused by Mettaton apparently trying to keep calm. Honestly, John felt sort of out of his league with the rivalry; or he had, when it first began. Now he didn't much care about it; he'd heard worse then anything Mettaton was saying, and so far any weak spots he had were undiscovered.

"I'm implying both; I don't think you can do either of those things and be successful." John said, huffing as he explained. He liked getting under MTT's skin, but he was trying to stay detached enough so that the guy wouldn't attack him.

"And we both know Blake didn't pick you specifically for the Headhunter role, you just took it because nobody else did." John pointed out.

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What was he supposed to do--that was essentially all going through Mettaton's head right now. It was stupid, all of it--and it was upsetting him, which was even more stupid. But worst of all, he felt cowed; and more and more hateful towards John--but with his last comment--it wasn't even something the narcissistic fool could pretend wasn't true. He'd complained about it in his own head often enough. He liked the title, but nothing more. He didn't really know what to do as a headhunter--he knew the basics of hunting, sure. But he wasn't, by any stretch, the best--it wasn't even his favored task. He liked cooking, scavenging, mending, performing; he was a busy man, and he even liked, to an extent, battle; but hunting?

His eyes flicked to the sky for a moment, as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't as though he had the upper hand here, especially if he lost his temper. But he couldn't exactly...just leave.

"Whatever--if I took it because no one else wanted to--then I'm going to do a good job of it. " He frowned at John, cracking his knuckles out of habit and shaking them out, giving a small sigh. "I'd much rather be a warchief, but we don't need three and I'm sure Tati and Sel will do a fine job."

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

John watched Mettaton think for a moment. It was sort of pitiful how easily he could dig into Mettaton; but he didn't regret it. Mettaton was an asshole when they first met, for no reason other then being jealous of his situation. It was hard feeling pity for someone who'd started the feud, even if John did normally have the upper hand in verbal battles.

"Mmhmm." John hummed as Mettaton talked, off-put that Mettaton's words weren't laced with barbs. The lack of aggression wasn't niceness though, he could easily understand that.

Still, it was fucking weird that MTT was admitting to this shit. To his enemy. He felt like he should be kind now, since he understood where MTT was; he didn't want to be Sel's servant, but he was going to do a good job if he had to.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I guess I respect that." John said, faltering slightly.

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Mettaton had wanted it to stop--he started it, sure. But he wanted to end it--well, no, not entirely. He doubted he had the patience for that, and he still hated the guy. He just...man, those insults got to him. Hearing that from John--begrudging respect--he couldn't deny it made him happy, and made him want to gloat, and a smirk even floated across his features. But perhaps it was enough of a boon that he could keep himself from pissing the man off again. "....Thanks." He could say that, couldn't he? It felt wrong. "Besides--it's not like it's going to be difficult for me to pull this off." Ah, there was his arrogance. He'd missed it. "And when it's done--I'll be an assassin."

He paused, now curious--enough to ask a question, whether John cared to answer it or not. "What are you doing when you're done being her pet?"

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

John felt off-balance; well, not literally, but mentally off-balance. They'd never had such a civil conversation like this, and it was unnerving. Mettaton's smirk invigorated him, reminded him who he was dealing with.

And then he said thanks, and John was back to being confused. Mettaton's arrogance survived, and John snorted to cover his chuckle; being a grunt of prey wasn't easy, he couldn't how imagine someone who only knew the basics could handle being the Headhunter.

He didn't have to answer Mettaton's next question, but he felt inclined to; even though it was mildly personal, and Mettaton might just be using it as an excuse to dig into him about it. If they were going to play nice, he'd play nice.

"We agreed on a couple years. Three at most. Doubt I'll stay in her favor for that long though." John said.

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Three years? Jesus fucking christ. He couldn't bear the asshole that long--and the shock must have shown on his face, as he realized, and quickly shut his gaping mouth. "Wonderful. Why don't you just run off? She might not catch you." Considering what he knew of John, and Sel, that probably wasn't a viable option. First John had to be willing to throw away his promise, and Sel had to not care. He didn't bank much on either. Still...
"You are leaving when you're done with her, right?" That at least, he could hold onto.


//btw rn im not sure if this thread should come before or after their fight? like i feel like before makes more sense but im not sure?

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

John snorted in amusement as Mettaton gaped, clearly shocked. Was three years too much? Nah, he would've spent ten in prison if the apocalypse hadn't happened and everything, which had bumped his sentence up to lifelong.

"Sel's annoying and frustrating as shit, but I'm not going back on my word." John said with a shrug. Even if it meant putting up with the Badlands and their inhabitants, he wasn't going to bolt; he was better then that.

"And yeah, of course. I hate this place." John said honestly.

//i'm not sure either? on one hand the premise is that john was hunting deer to make it up to sel from what he did in that thread, on the other hand they also fought in that thread so?? idk,, it can come before or after

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//ok so it probably makes the most sense if like...this comes after. but then we might need to do something that came in between the two? lmao idek bc like after that mettaton would do his best to stay away from him for a bit
WELL its fine but i think mettatons trying a BIt to be a bit less of an asshole lmao//

That didn't offend him. In other circumstances, maybe--but he was glad to hear John hated the place. He didn't seem like he'd stay out of spite, either. "Good. I mean--you'll be gone. Eventually." He shrugged, admittedly a bit tense about his comments towards Sel. "She's one of the most powerful people here. I don't mean like--she was handed it, either. I wouldn't talk shit about her." He eyed John, a frown still on his features. He didn't want to give the asshole more ammo for him and Sel--but he'd rather John know just how 'not to be trifled with' Sel was.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

He wasn't offended that Mettaton seemed to be relieved that he'd leave when the time came; they were rivals, what did he expect? Nobody in the Badlands would miss him, which was a good thing since it meant nobody would go looking for him.

"Tch, the second I let myself get intimidated by Sel of all people is the day I lose all respect for myself." John said, even though he knew Mettaton was only telling the truth. Sel wasn't someone to be trifled with, but he couldn't let anybody know that he was afraid of her; especially not Metta. He had to keep up appearances.

//yea, we'll need to do something to come in between them. john is gonna try to prod metta even more after the thread though, since he literally has no self-preservation
//and john's trying to not be too much of an asshole too lol