04-04-2016, 11:44 AM
"You seem to be pretty famous from this underground, albeit that place seems similar to what someone would call it a "Whack Job" nowadays." Mastema chuckles to himself, boasting his "roast". That's what some humans in the twenty first century call it. This robot was as poorly made as a demon that was crazy about walls. Who would make a robot for shows? Cant humans do that themselves? Humans are pretty hostile and unpredictable as it is, so it makes sense that this robot appears to be based off man. That doesn't clearly explain anything to Mastema, though. Mettaton comes from the underground which is composed of monsters. This Dr. Alphys must be a monster as well.. but these monsters are just coming off as sons of man in some way, shape, or form. Can monsters truly become saved when put against the Lord's will? Mastema ponders this until he is faced with a personal question about himself.
Mettaton asks about Mastema's story. It's quite a friendly gesture towards the angel and Mastema feels somewhat of an advance in the chemistry of the two. Mastema clearly isn't fond of his robot acquaintance, but that doesn't mean that he cant settle with him, for the time being. He opens his mouth and speaks.
"I am the Herald Mastema, like I have spoke to you once before. I am a messenger of the Lord up in heaven and I act out the Lord's will in His way.. and my way. I mostly tackle the sin and temptation that man has to conquer. I test it with man. Man is a very powerful creature that can't go unnoticed."
Mastema pauses for a second to realize that maybe Mettaton wasn't catching on to some of the words that were being said, and tries to remedy his whole explanation of things. "Man is another word for humans, if that makes things easier. I'm not sure how much memory you can hold in your banks.. but I'll try not to overload your precious memory space." Mastema chuckles once more and continues in a proud manor.
"In an even simpler explanation. I follow rules from my master that every man shall obey, I test if man shall obey these rules, and depending on the circumstance, man chooses to obey or rebel. If a man obeys, he shall spend eternity with joy and serving Him. If he rebels? Man becomes broken and he will spend eternity in torture and torment, separated from His presence." Mastema smiles and shakes his head. He realizes that he should probably explain what happened before the Omniverse.
His face begins to rest and begins more of his long speech. "I was on a mission before I came here.. I was carrying out His will and then the schwarzwelt.. I'm sorry. I cannot seem to recall the events of the mission. How peculiar.." Mastema was truly sorry because he couldn't boast more about himself and the Lord. It was strange he couldn't remember, that mission is a very important part in history. Things like that aren't hard to recall. Was there something devastating that transpired during or after those events? Now that he thinks about it, Mastema cant recall if the mission was actually a success or failure.
He looks at Mettaton with a sad and troubled gestures, showing on his face and body movements, strafing slightly to the left and right from time. "I'm truly sorry. It's not like me to forget something of that nature. Please, excuse my ignorance." He says in a meaningful and powerful tone. Mastema becomes distressed once again. He was hoping to have some breathing time at this point, but that clearly isn't going to be the pleasure for the moment.
The door was coming to a clear view. The two were almost in arms reach. Maybe another fifteen minutes at most. Mastema turned to Mettaton, hoping for more conversation. It was calming him, casually talking to a stranger about the Lord and its origins, Casually trying to find a way back home. It was more of a break than anything. "Were almost there.." Mastema says, secretly hinting for Mettaton to speak to him.
Mettaton asks about Mastema's story. It's quite a friendly gesture towards the angel and Mastema feels somewhat of an advance in the chemistry of the two. Mastema clearly isn't fond of his robot acquaintance, but that doesn't mean that he cant settle with him, for the time being. He opens his mouth and speaks.
"I am the Herald Mastema, like I have spoke to you once before. I am a messenger of the Lord up in heaven and I act out the Lord's will in His way.. and my way. I mostly tackle the sin and temptation that man has to conquer. I test it with man. Man is a very powerful creature that can't go unnoticed."
Mastema pauses for a second to realize that maybe Mettaton wasn't catching on to some of the words that were being said, and tries to remedy his whole explanation of things. "Man is another word for humans, if that makes things easier. I'm not sure how much memory you can hold in your banks.. but I'll try not to overload your precious memory space." Mastema chuckles once more and continues in a proud manor.
"In an even simpler explanation. I follow rules from my master that every man shall obey, I test if man shall obey these rules, and depending on the circumstance, man chooses to obey or rebel. If a man obeys, he shall spend eternity with joy and serving Him. If he rebels? Man becomes broken and he will spend eternity in torture and torment, separated from His presence." Mastema smiles and shakes his head. He realizes that he should probably explain what happened before the Omniverse.
His face begins to rest and begins more of his long speech. "I was on a mission before I came here.. I was carrying out His will and then the schwarzwelt.. I'm sorry. I cannot seem to recall the events of the mission. How peculiar.." Mastema was truly sorry because he couldn't boast more about himself and the Lord. It was strange he couldn't remember, that mission is a very important part in history. Things like that aren't hard to recall. Was there something devastating that transpired during or after those events? Now that he thinks about it, Mastema cant recall if the mission was actually a success or failure.
He looks at Mettaton with a sad and troubled gestures, showing on his face and body movements, strafing slightly to the left and right from time. "I'm truly sorry. It's not like me to forget something of that nature. Please, excuse my ignorance." He says in a meaningful and powerful tone. Mastema becomes distressed once again. He was hoping to have some breathing time at this point, but that clearly isn't going to be the pleasure for the moment.
The door was coming to a clear view. The two were almost in arms reach. Maybe another fifteen minutes at most. Mastema turned to Mettaton, hoping for more conversation. It was calming him, casually talking to a stranger about the Lord and its origins, Casually trying to find a way back home. It was more of a break than anything. "Were almost there.." Mastema says, secretly hinting for Mettaton to speak to him.
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