ITS THE IN-BETWEEN ONE {p for darky}

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lmao I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT IM SORRY//

Things were bad. Awful. No good--one might even say, terrible. Mettaton hated a lot of things, but rarely did they get him so stressed as he was right now--walking stiffly, eyes on the lookout for someone...specific. There was no sashay to his gait today--in fact, he wasn't even in his boots. He'd swapped them out for a pair of black sneakers he nearly felt sick putting on his feet--and the reason? He wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't really feel like he deserved to wear his lovely vinyl pink boots today. It also meant he was shorter.

Six foot three wasn't short. But it was...shorter. Maybe he wanted to be less intimidating? A scoff escaped him, directed more at himself than anyone else. He wasn't intimidating. He knew that much. Well...but maybe he'd intimidated John. He'd pinned him, shook him--he'd probably given him a concussion. That made his stomach turn. He needed to find John. Not to apologize--fuck no, that bastard didn't deserve it. Mettaton had been provoked, and he knew it, and he found himself justified.

But he didn't want it to happen again.

The problem was, now--he didn't know where John was. He knew what he planned to say--Mettaton was always prepared--but for all he knew, John was avoidin--well, okay, he almost certainly was avoiding him. He might even think he was out looking for him to--to hurt him. Again.

Shit.
[member=210]Darky[/member]

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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]

Things were bad, but things were always bad; John hadn't known peace since before he'd gotten thrown in jail. And that peace was long gone; the thought of even trying to go back was laughable. He wasn't the person he'd been, he was colder and more vicious; his old silver tongue had turned into a razorblade.

And his new self caused nothing but trouble for everybody around him, and eventually that trouble turned against him. His head still hurt from being smashed into the concrete, and bruises littered his arms and legs from when he'd been thrown to the ground.

He was sore as hell and wasn't in the mood to spend any time with the people he disliked. Although he looked back and knew he deserved the beating, it didn't mean he was going to apologize for what he'd done and said; he still strongly felt as though Mettaton was an enemy. A villain. Not worthy of being treated like John would treat any other human.

He tried to cover up as much as possible; snatching a nice coat from a dead worm and using it to cover the bright orange shirt he still had yet to replace. He was also wearing his cloak, as was the normal for the hunter; there wasn't anywhere private enough to stash it without coming back and finding it stolen, so he had to wear it even if he was trying to be lowkey.

He didn't want to run into Mettaton again; he didn't know if the dude was still out for blood or not. He was scared of getting killed off, especially by Metta's hands. He wanted an honorable death, not being beaten into a bloody pulp in some back alley.

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When the furred cloak came into view, it wasn't hard to recognize it and realize that his target was under it. That coat irritated him so much--but it was a blessing now. A blessing that...made him want to give up. He wasn't particularly excited about this--it wasn't even an apology, but it was the last thing he wanted to do. Still--he knew he had to do something. And he was going to. Sometime. He'd stopped walking--but in the end, he willed his feet forward, rolling his eyes to himself. His steps weren't quiet--the last thing he wanted was to sneak up on John.
He stopped within twenty feet--clearing his throat, and hoping the man wouldn't just book it.

"Excuse me?" His voice was low--it felt forced at that pitch.

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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 heard the footsteps; heavy, unlike the dainty ones he was used to. Like the person who strode out of nowhere wanted to be known. Metta was still a decent distance away, but John took a few steps back cautiously.

He locked his eyes on the taller man - still taller, even without those fucking heels - and grabbed his spear from where it'd been strapped to his back. It wasn't really a fighting spear; made to be light and easily replaceable for hunting, but it was better then nothing.

"What?" John asked, biting on his tongue to make sure he didn't say anything he'd regret. He wanted to both rip into Metta and flatout run, but he wasn't doing either of those things; maybe he did have a secret death wish, who knew.

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Mettaton eyed the spear distastefully, and took a step back, holding up his carefully gloved hands in resignation. He didn't need to get closer. He didn't like that the first reaction was to grab a weapon--but he knew he couldn't exactly blame John. "I need to talk to you." His voice was a bit choked halfway through--he was having a hard time speaking civilly to the man who'd so prolifically insulted him. "...I'm not armed, if that soothes you any." Like hell he wasn't. He wasn't going to attack, though--and if he'd actually been without his knife, he'd have been an idiot. For all he knew this joker was going to come at him. He rubbed a finger at his temple, sighing. "Will you stop waving that around?"

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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 scoffed at both of Metta's sentences; like hell he wasn't armed, and he just wanted to talk? Fat chance. Mettaton had shown he'd be very happy to do much more then just talk. John didn't drop his spear or relax, and he kept his eyes locked on Mettaton; resembling more like a scared, cornered dog then anything else.

"Nope, I'm good. Say what you want to say." John said, keeping his words quick and to the point. He was slightly frustrated with the face that Metta seemed at most annoyed with his efforts to be intimidating; but then again, Metta had heard him scream like a bitch as he got the shit beaten out of him so he doubted he'd ever regain the respect he'd had before then.

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Mettaton tensed, and at his side his hand twisted a bit--he didn't want to show any...aggression, but it was hard. He took a breath, and stepped back again--hopefully just that could help show John--he wasn't going to just try to kill him.  He could see the tension in John, as well--and though it made him angry, at least part of that anger was directed at himself. He'd made John fear him. Because he'd hurt him. That was...an unpleasant thought.

"I--I..." He paused--he'd rehearsed this, but all that flew out the window. "I'm not going to--attack you. Again. Physically." Well, that was the gist of it. But it wasn't enough, was it? John wouldn't believe that. "I--you're---" He could hold off on the insults for now, couldn't he? "I'm not proud of doing that. It's not going to happen again." He just wanted John to know that he didn't have to fear for his life--without somehow also apologizing. Not so hard, yeah?

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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 relaxed slightly, almost unnoticably, when Metta backed away; he hated that he was so tense around this guy, but at the same time it made sense. He hated that it made sense, but it did; Metta was just as dangerous as any other Badlander, hell more dangerous then most others because he had power and didn't mind using it.

As Metta spoke, he seemed to be visibly struggling at holding something back; or perhaps just finding the right words? Mettaton always said he was less violent then most of the other Badlanders, but snapped at a mere insult. Why should he believe anything Mettaton said? He sounded like he regretted it, but at the same time was angry.

"Alright-" John said, taking a breath as if he was going to continue but clampied his jaw shut after a few moments. He didn't say anything else, his blue eyes cold and distant as he stared Mettaton down. If he was expecting an apology, he wasn't getting any; John's pride was keeping him from showing any remorse for what happened.

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John's eyes met his quite stalwartly, and Mettaton felt like backing down--turning and just leaving the rest of this unsaid. Again, the possibility of apology flitted across his mind, and he coughed into his arm, trying to buy himself time to think. He...did regret attacking John--did that mean he should apologize? Even when what John had said--even if it had made him want to tear out his own insides?

On the other hand, the look in John's eyes earlier--the fear? That was almost worse. This was terrible. "I mean it--" He started, realizing as it came out how plaintive and whiny that sounded. "I'm--you--" Could he apologize for part of what he did, but..not all of it?

"You hit--a nerve." What a revelation. "I--I'm sorry I...reacted. Like that. I don't want--I don't want you dead. Or--hurt." At the moment, that was the truth, at least. "You--um--I'm still--" Angry? Well, that just sounded cheap. "What you said--but I mean, I won't--hurt you. Even if you--say--that. Again." Was this good enough? He could feel himself flushing, and he hated this--the last thing he wanted was to open himself up to more insults--what if John tested him?

Well, he'd better fucking pass the test, that's all he had to say to himself.

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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]

//Rip apologies for the late reply

John held his gaze, fire roaring through his veins as the usually fake confidence was turned to reality; at least for now, he could keep himself above water. He wouldn't show weakness, even though he still wanted to run and hide like a worm.

Mettaton's words were choppy, his sentences unfinished and awkward as he tried to talk; was he trying to apologize? Of course not, MTT would never apologize for that. John couldn't comprehend it.

He opened himself up to jabs; he threw himself off a cliff and prayed the parachute John had provided wouldn't be filled with bricks. John wanted to rip into him, to tell him that he didn't believe Mettaton's words; that they were all lies.

He hesitated for a second, the thought of just letting it go flashing through his mind but.. He couldn't; he couldn't let that weakness take a hold of him. People like Mettaton didn't deserve kindness or second chances. The bruises on his arms proved that.

"Really? Because I'll keep preaching it until my grave." John tested the waters to start off, not sure how much he could get away with but he was willing to try.