Before he could announce it, he raised a tentacle up to his...uhh, upper body, and stopped himself. "I'm not at liberty to say, but let me tell you, it's really something!"
Their lovely host didn't so much turn to Tira as kind of rotate something in her direction, but nevertheless he replied "No, not at all! The audience at home has been watching all of you for years now, and to be able to get a man-on-the-street level perspective into your mind is something they've always wanted!"
At the same time, one elongated tentacle of his came towards Tira, and appeared to grow a fully toothed mouth out of nowhere. "To be honest, why we didn't make this a talk show instead of a game show is beyond me. I heard the last one died out because of all the fighting."
He didn't respond to the question about him being a Kraken, as that one was unanswerable. However, Elsa heard "You can throw the challenge all you want, but you wouldn't want to disappoint your earnest fans, would you? Besides, I'm sure the production company's got something in mind for you all if you don't comply."
"Nope! No killing. Not even if they ask for it," which undoubtedly squashed Flowey's dreams straight into the carpet. "Really, we got a good amount of requests just for that for most of you. Not allowed to name which ones, though."
Algasi reached up from underneath his thick curtain of tentacles to produce a watch, and after he read it, he said "I suppose we've got a little less than a minute before commercial break ends. Any last questions?"
Main Hall - Valkyrie (Sword Form)
"Oh boy, fans!" Valkyrie said excitedly."Um, excuse me mister tentacle ball, I have one tiny little question," she added to the mass of tentacles after he asked for last-minute questions. "The loud lady wanted to kill her own fan, but is there anything stopping someone else from killing our fans?"
Also Main Hall - Sousuke
"I have experience with dealing with stalkers," Sousuke said, pulling out a Benelli M3 Super 90 out while he waited."The Benelli is my personal shotgun preference for situations that may require a non-lethal approach," Sousuke said to the camera. "Its combination of both pump-action and semi-automatic firing modes enable me to pump the forestock loudly, which is often in and of itself sufficiently capable of intimidating would-be aggressors. Should the situation worsen, or if I am in a situation where I was operating off of incomplete intelligence, switching to semi-automatic allows it to perform adequately."
edited 2nd Apr '18 6:12:24 PM by nman
"Yes, with you by my side there is nothing we can't accomplish!" Clenching her hand and enthusiastically getting into the moment, the Vallite royal fondly remembered her time in the army. Sure they were fighting against hordes of murderous mindwashed people that were also semi-invisible but she had true friends (plus some other randos) at her side to help cope with things. Azura was one of the people she invested the most trust in too so with her about the dragonblooded girl was in a much finer mood than before.
"I'll be honest, the challenge about greeting... fans, was it? Why do they call them that, people aren't a utensil made to cool you down on a hot summer's day... Well, it was a bit of a stretch to say that I was perfectly okay with interacting with someone that watched my every move for a good chunk of time while I was unaware." Staring around in an effort to find the cameras, Corrin still looked like she was adjusting to the more technological aspects of the show.
"When properly described, the feeling of being in the eyes of so many... many... Rhajat-like people... It is honestly terrifying." Blanking out while staring off into the distance with a wince, the queen couldn't help but shiver from her imagination going into overdrive. The staggering number of MILLIONS... a sea of Rhajats... The poor woman was rather still for a long while.
edited 2nd Apr '18 6:51:55 PM by Makaioh
Breath of the Sun
Ammy and Issun, Main Hall
While initially eager at the prospect of entertaining one of her followers, Amaterasu's ears folded at Flowey's eagerness to kill. It still saddened her to see someone driven to such a state. Issun, on the other hand, got angry.
"No one's killing anyone's fans, got it?" He only barely stopped himself from lunging at Flowey. "Or else furball and I'll stop ya!"
She woofed in agreement.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Tira, on hearing the words of Ammy and Issun, suddenly rounded on them, eyes narrowing in rage as she suddenly scowled at them.
Who the fuck asked you, fleabrain!? She yelled, practically spitting at them. I'll do whatever the fuck I want, and if you have a problem with that, you two can be the first to die! I don't give a shit about these fucking jackasses who thought it'd be funny to force me onto some shitty TV show! Fuck them, and fuck these people who watch this shit and encourage this stupid crap!
Valkyrie - Main Hall
"You know, you don't have to be such a meanie all the time," Valkyrie said to Tira as she floated a little closer to the woman, not pleased that someone would be so mean to their resident ball of fur. "If you spent more energy on being nice, and less on being angry at everything, you'd be a lot happier."She turned slightly towards Mr. Algasi. "Otherwise, the next time they try to find the one person in all of the universe who likes you more than anything... they might not find anyone."
Lucha Libre goddess
Harley Quinn– Hall
Harley gave a grin after Juri spoke.” I knew there was a soft spot inside your evil black heart.––Sure thing Yari...I mean Juri.”
But then a fairly like being made her frown.
“Blah blah,” Harley replied to Issun while making a mouth motion with her hands to mock Issun. “Geez, why are you good guys always so dull? She stuck her tongue out and pulled her left eye down at Ammy and Issun. “What are you gonna do? Throw fairy dust at us?”
Azura––Hall
Azura nodded to Corrin “I don’t understand either. There’s no need to use people as fans. I could sing if there is a need to feel the breeze and cool down spirits.”
She giggled when Corrin mentioned certain dark magician. “Rhajat was hard to understand. But she always meant the best for you. I’m sure there must be a lot of people eager to meet the queen that saved us all.”
Azura glanced at Tira with a risen eyebrow.
“The maiden with the heavy armor speaks the truth,” she said after Valkyrie. “No matter how strong you are, you won’t get far without friends at your side. Corrin taught me that.”
edited 2nd Apr '18 9:03:08 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Flowey - Main Room
Flowey was a bit dismayed by the new that he couldn't simply get rid off his fan if they annoyed too much. Still, there were quite a few ways to torment people other than physical violence.
Then the bug decided to repeat once again his stupid drivel. "Are you deaf on top of being dumb? We can't hurt these fans even if they wanted us to. And why do you even care? These guys are supporting and working with our kidnappers. Shouldn't they be seen as the bad guys in your little fairy tale? If anything, us killing them would be karmic punishment."
Then he turned toward the angel girl, intending on berating her too. "She doesn't need to worry about losing her biggest fan. None of us Murder Buddies are. I mean, think about it: we are unrepentant mass-murderers who do what you call atrocities mainly because it's fun. And these people that know everything about us more than anything else in the world most likely because of that. We could start a genocide, and they would just cheer us on." He then let out a exagerated sigh. "Jeesh, you'd think a tool made for killing would not think as if it was in a goddamn picture book."
edited 3rd Apr '18 2:36:00 PM by Alecoene
Bartz, Main Hall
Bartz was a tad unsettled by Tira's outburst. This whole reality show thing was clearly going to be difficult with all this negativity going around. Before he could think much more about that, though, he was distracted by Ammy's presence.
"Oh wow, what a cute dog!" he thought out loud.
Challenge? Who cares about that?
Nue, Hall
Nue, meanwhile, was rubbing her temples.
"This place is a nuthouse," she sighed. "My 'fan' better have some decent tasting flesh if they're going to bother me like this."
Vampire Hunter
Juri & Chun-Li, Main Hall
"Let's just get this meet and greet over with," Juri rolled her eyes before chuckling a bit, stretching her body as if preparing for a fight. "My fan's probably some kid infatuated with me, so I'm willing to play along with this meet and greet."
Chun-Li stretched her body as well, knowing she needs to be prepared for a fight, "Do these fans know that we aren't actually actors and actresses?"
Wizard Needs Food Badly
"Well, they're...let's keep it at "it's complicated"," he explained to Chun-li. "Dimensions aren't exactly the simplest thing out there. I should know, of all people! You'll understand well enough."
"Well, that's my end of the bargain, folks." Renowned Singer-Songwriter Domino Algasi's platform began to slowly sink back into the floor, and smoke once again blanketed the floor. "If any of you are interested in lounge singing, make sure to check out my work next time these guys let you get near one of those 4D-Record shops! And good luck! You're going to need it."
With that, he sunk into the floor, but his voice hadn't departed just yet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time! The lucky ones out of the many existences watching this, from here to infinity, are now ready to meet the biggest celebrities this side of time! Get ready, get set..."
Suddenly, before everyone, without any warning or noise, dozens of people, creatures and things suddenly appeared directly in front of each and every one of the people stuck in this household. Except for Syndey, she was exempt because she has no fans.
And, a cacophony of screams, chatter and every noise in between sounded. "GO!"
"Hey! It's ME!" Kimberly rushed forward to give her"self" a hug. "How are you doing, other me?!"
"Salutations, my righteous god of our cause," Carl replied, speaking like a true gentleman and his jaw yapping in a way incongruous with what he was saying. "I have finally met with you, Amaterasu! The one true Lord of the Dogs! My eyes, they cannot take in all of your majesty!" He slumped to the floor, and tried to cover his eyes with his little paws.
"He LLO IZZUN," the copy machine...spoke. It sounded like it could've been the cacophony of machine parts scanning and printing out documents in any other way, but it really could be made out as a grating form of speech. "YOU'RE even ZMALLER in perzon."
Carl, without looking up, asked "...Did that copy machine just talk?"
"Oh, oh! Oh, the goddess smiles upon me, and takes me within her cold embrace," he said, not daring to look up and see divinity. "My divinity, how long I have waited for this day, and I did not even have to pass into the coldness of death to see it happen! I am grateful that chance had fallen on me!"
"...Toko," he said, condescendingly, "Why are you wearing rags? Do you expect me to associate with someone who looks as if she was living out on the streets? Your hair is hardly any better, either."
Unlike the rest, staring was all that he did right now. He seemed to be breathing heavily.
"HOLY SHIT IT IS THE JURI," ߹߶߷ said, "THE REAL JURI IN FRONT OF ME HELLO HOW ARE YOU DOING I AM FINE."
"...H-Hi," she said, "I'm A-Anna, and...uhh...it's so great to meet you..."
That Rhajat.
Like it could've been just yesterday since she had last seen her, that black magician now stood before the Queen, wearing little else than her usual get up (not much in the first place) and an unsurprisingly sly, salacious grin.
"...Well, well, well, Corrin. Long time no see," she said to her one and only. "I must say, that outfit's great on you. If looks could kill..."
If you were wondering who was doing the screaming, it was her. Jennifer immediately squealed at an incredibly high tone, and stamped her feet in pure excitement upon looking at the red-bearded barbarian before charging at him for a full on *glomp*-hug.
"Hello," Bob said, "Can you tell me how many pork products you have eaten in the last few days?"
"Greetings, Houjuu-san," she said, her eyes briefly darting at all of the inanity around her before looking back, "I must say, I am surprised that this is quite the surprise, to see you actually extant."
"...Erm, excuse me," it said, "You're not him. Is there a mistake?"
"Oh my god," he said as he looked down at his flower idol, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—"
he wasnt gonna stop saying that any time soon
"Well then, Mr. Chase! I'm glad I managed to get a hold of you, my firm's been attempting to contact you for the last few decades," Raymond said, "and while I wish we could pick a little quieter venue, it should be fine to talk here. Let's get to business!"
The sword remained stoically silent.
...and continued to keep adjusting them, muttering to himself something and squinting at Ranka.
"Good day," he said, doffing his feathered cap and bowing to her, "I trust you are doing well on this fine occasion, m'lady?"
"Salutations, my fair lady," he said, briefly bowing to her, "Do...do you like my costume? Made it myself...and stuff..."
edited 6th Apr '18 1:41:50 PM by wikkit
Fear me
Wulfrik
-The young girl charges, screeching like an wood elf discovering her home set on fire. Unlike an elf, she draws no weapon, instead rattling Wulfrik's collection of skulls as she wraps around him at the risk of severe bleeding.-
What... who are you?
-Her clothing featuring what appears to be him is not auspicious. Chaos champions are no strangers to the adoration of lesser mortals begging to bask in their presence, but it usually takes the form of pilfered goods, enchanted weapons and offers of self-sacrifice rather than artistic endeavors depicting the advanced stages of Bretonnian courtship.-
Rachel
-Some "fan" this guy was. He looked like an accountant whose superpower was turning into Clark Kent.-
Pork? Let's see...
-How long had it been since I'd been brought here? Since I'd gone up on the Yeerk ship and died?-
Not many. I thought about giving up bacon a while back.
Lucha Libre goddess
Sosuke meet your mysterious “ Fan”.
Infront of Sosuke, there would be a person wearing a Bounta Kun suit. But unlike his battle suit, it was just a fluffy suit that barely allowed it’s user to move.
“I can’t believe they made me wear this,” a muffled voice would be heard.
The “fan” started removing the suit first from the zipper of the body revealing that she was a girl and that she was wearing a high school uniform. Then she put her two hands on the head of the suit, a big mass of hair could come out covering her face.
“I know what you’re thinking. But I just couldn’t let, you know who, outvote me. And she tried.”
She shook her head to put her hair back in place, while still covering her face with the Bounta Kun’s helmet in front of her head. She threw away the helmet finally revealing someone Sosuke probably never thought he would see on this tv show. Yes it was her.
◊
“Miss me?” She said winking and making a v sign with her right hand. Perhaps more for the cameras than for the young soldier.
Chidori crossed her arms looking away from Sousuke. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”
edited 6th Apr '18 3:37:00 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li, Meeting Anna
Somehow, Chun-Li felt like she was the lucky one of the contestants. Glancing at some of the others' fans, they were an interesting assortment... Imitation Tira seemed only slightly less crazy than Actual Tira. Elsa was dealing with a literal worshiper. She definitely didn't want to be Valkyrie right now. Given the thousand-yard stare that Corrin had and the fact that her fan knew her, she did not want to be Corrin either. And was that a talking corgi and a copying machine?! Even Juri seemed to be dealing with some sort of sentient crystal. So, yeah... the nervous Anna here was normal compared to the others here.
"Anna, it's great to meet you, too," Chun-Li bowed respectfully to her fan, before trying to calm Anna down with a joke. "And don't worry... I don't bite."
Juri, Meeting ߹߶߷
While Juri was expecting something crazy from her fan, she did not expect... well, a sentient crystal who appeared to be blushing. At least, the crystal was talking so it seemed like it could communicate, even if it was a translator for the crystal's light pulses.
"Yeah, I'm fine, uh..." Juri looked at the crystal's name tag... A broken T, a 2 fused to a 9, and... a fidget spinner? She knew she could not pronounce that name to save her life, but she tried to regain her composure, grinning at the crystal. "Now you have questions for me?"
edited 6th Apr '18 4:35:15 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Estelle and Donovan
Estelle blinking, not only was this man, in her eyes quite scantily clad but he was somehow shining? Was he covered in glitter? She had no idea but she did like that he seemed to have some proper manners, even if he was using the wrong title to address her with.
She held a hand out to him in a gesture that suggested a handshake. "Err...its nice to meet you. You can call me Estelle."
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850
Lucha Libre goddess
Harley—Meeting Denis
“A fan!!!!” Harley screamed after seeing Dennis. She ran straight at him to try to hug him and squeeze him. She covered her mouth with her right hand “ You did that yourself?” Harley frowned “...I...I love it!”
“My lady? Please! Pffft” Harley began to make noises with her mouth and her tongue. “We are basically friends. Well friendly strangers, but you get the idea. Call me Harley! “ she raised an eyebrow. “ Why so serious? Get it?”
She would try to poke him with her arm.
“ Tell me are you part of the Harley horde, yet? You should be! Consider yourself an official member.”
Azura—Thankfully not my fan—mini post.
“Rhajat? Is that you?” Azura asked given she was close to Corrin. “Why am I am not surprised?” She giggled. “I can understand. We wouldn’t be here without our queen, and friend Corrin.”
Azura would attempt to go back behind both Corrin and Rhajat and touch both in their shoulders, almost like a hug. “I was terrified a minute ago. But I must say seeing you two makes me feel like home. Even if you can be hard to understand sometimes, Rhajat”
edited 6th Apr '18 6:09:28 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Bartz and the Chocobilly
Bartz initially pepped up quite a bit upon seeing the Chocobo.
"Boko! Wow, I can't believe it's really you."
He then does a double take.
"...Although that's probably because you aren't Boko. Maybe I need some glasses."
He sighed, seemingly a bit disappointed he was denied a reunion with his chocofriend.
"But hey, it's cool to meet you all the same, uh... whoever you might be. What do you mean by 'I'm not him', though? Not totally sure who you mean by 'him', but if you mean Bartz Klauser, I can assure that's who I am."
Nue, Empress Dowager Abyssina the II
Nue's eyes were drawn to the Empress' jewelry. This lady was seriously loaded... obviously she was no commoner, that much was certain. Nue didn't expect that her fan would be someone who was so high profile. But why did this noble admire her in the first place? She harmed humans without a care in the world on a regular basis. They were nothing but a source of flesh and fear for her to feast on. That's what she told herself, at least. Her time with Byakuren had changed her in ways she wasn't quite willing to admit. She was feeling very confused at the moment and seemed unsure how to approach this whole "fan" thing.
"You're a strange human, calling yourself a fan of a youkai like me," Nue remarked. "Very well though, I shall do my best to entertain you. But first, what do you mean when you say you're surprised to see me exist? Am I merely some sort of myth where you come from?"
Breath of the Sun
Ammy and Issun - Fans are Weird
At the sight of the talking corgi, Issun blinked. Usually he could understand animals anyway, but he'd never met one that spoke human language. For her part, Amaterasu merely barked happily and affectionately nuzzled the bowing pup. His praise flowed to her, and her coat seemed to shine just a little bit brighter.
"Hey now, no need to be so formal. Ammy may be a goddess, but she's also just a big ol' fur... ball... uh." Issun bounced off of her back and in front of the odd machine, reading the weird lettering on the side. "Wait, so you're... my fan. And you're a machine that... copies things? Like, what do you copy? Other machines? And what kinda name is that, anyway?"
edited 6th Apr '18 7:37:27 PM by kagescorpionakki
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
"Greetings, Vegeta-san." A raspy and slightly effeminate tone was heard from behind the Prince of Saiyans, the voice sounding mighty familiar to that of a certain space real estate agent. If the diminutive alien daddy was to turn around to regard the source of the voice though, he would find the figure to be similar in many regards but just as different in other ways. He was Mr. Small, Gold, and Alien
◊- and boy was he ready for the good old Q&A session.
"I am Rifregerata... and long have I yearned for the day when I could meet one of your stature." Despite the fact the stoic face of the speaker didn't change all that much, the tone carried a hint of longing and the lizard-like tail was wagging around like that of a dog's. Racial tendencies aside, this particular member seemed to be lacking the trademark negative characteristics that belonged to that of the likes of Frieza and his ilk.
Smiling at Azura and preparing to say something that would no doubt be rather sappy, Corrin would instead find herself regarding someone that she had JUST been thinking of in her thoughts due to the comparison between said person and invisible people who watched her every step. And now she paid the price for such folly.
"Ah... R-Rhajat... What a weird coincidence." Slowly blinking at that pleasant 'surprise' that showed up (and feeling rather uncomfortable due to the fact she was being eyed by one of her friend's time-bubbled child), the queen showed off a rare bit of modesty clothing-wise by pulling her cape over her front to stop being ogled so plainly. "I didn't know that you consorted with the beings known as Daytime Television. Did I get that right?"
"How may I help you, sir?" Seeing that her supposed fan seemed to be someone rather elder in age and was seemingly doddering in his mannerisms, the martial artist remained humble while clasping one hand's fist to the other's palm while slightly bowing forward to show her respect... even if she was a bit weirded out by the self-mutterings. The ear was strained to try to make sense of such incoherent words even as strange thoughts flitted through her head.
These old-timers tended to be rather eccentric in personality and often tried to confuse the young to get their kicks if they weren't of the more serious variety. From her few seconds of judging Dong Woo so far, Ranka immediately put him in the same category that called people "grasshoppers" and made prospective pupils wash their windows while they watched from a recliner.
edited 6th Apr '18 10:45:53 PM by Makaioh
Azura - Things are Gonna be Owlright
Azura didn't seem to have a fan standing where her fan should have been. Until someone looked down at the ground and saw a fluffy white owl sitting there. Said owl hopped around until it got to Azura."Oh my goodness, I'm really here!" the Owl chirped. "Whooooooooooooooo, Azura! I'm you're biggest fan! I'm every hero's biggest fan! But I won the contest to be your fan. I'm Feh, the Messenger Owl for the Order of Heroes! I've met a whole bunch of different Azuras back home, but I'm always soooooooo excited to meet even more Azuras! I'm just so happy that they chose me to be your fan! You're one of the most popular heroes in all the worlds, so it was a really tough fight - but I knew I could beat all those other fans! Azura, Lady of the Lake, deserves the best fan ever! Me, Feh!"
She flapped her wings around excitedly, waving them quickly all over the place.
"This is like a dream come true!"
She turned her head around completely - as owls are wont to do - and gawked at the sight of two more familiar faces.
"Oh wow, Rhajat the Black Magician and Corrin the Fateful Princess, wooooow, you're here too, I'm sooooo happy! I'm your fans too!"
Ionia and the Devil You (Don't) Know
Ionia's fan could best be described as, well, unironically cool. Easily eight feet tall, imposingly bulky, wearing pure black steel plate armor and a black cloak that made his armor somehow even darker and concealed his face. He had a monstrously-sized scythe in one hand, and an aura of sheer violence and chaos coating him so intensely it was practically being physically manifested. What little of his body was visible outside of his armor - which wasn't much - seemed abnormally thin."Ionia Achtelnote." He declared in a hellish voice, one dripping with sheer edge. One wasn't the most apt of descriptors, as it sounded as if he were a legion speaking in unison, each voice in the crowd offering its own unique inflection.
When he reached up his hand and pulled back the visor on his helmet, the mystery of what he was could be solved in a heartbeat. He was a skeleton. An actual skeleton, in the flesh... well, figuratively, at least.
"The MAESTRO Ionia Achtelnote," he repeated, this time his voice much more flamboyant and much less tainted by the howls of a hundred thousand condemned spirits. A bit nasally, though. "Oh my God, I can't believe I am meeting THE IONIA ACHTELNOTE! YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
He fanned himself with one hand as he bounced in place excitedly, then somehow collected himself.
"I just can NOT believe I actually am getting to meet you! Oh, uh, introductions, I'm Nosgaloth the Denier of Light, He Who Causes Babes to Weep and Maidens to Lament, and I'm a harvester of souls. But you can just call me Nos. But let me just say you are my IDOL! The way you handled your eternally thankless, monotonous job and shaped it into something beautiful is pure music to my ears. Literally!" he exhaled dreamily, then continued. "Your work isn't just pleasant, it inspires me. It makes me want to be a better person. A better Reaper. And a better father. You motivate me to do so much more than just reap the souls of the damned day-in and day-out. Following your example has given me passion I never would have discovered on my own. All of the other Grim Reapers are so career-focused, it honestly feels like a dead-end job. Clock-in, clock-out, try to manage my PTO. I mean, hey, in this economy what are you gonna do?"
He shrugged his shoulders
"But now, I try to find the beauty in life - while I'm stripping it from the still-warm bodies of humans. I've really turned things around, cultivated an honest love for life and music, and I'm not trying to brag but I am almost ready to release my first album on Soundcloud and it is ALL because of YOU! Oh, but here I am rambling again, how are you doing? What do you want to do?"
edited 6th Apr '18 11:46:19 PM by nman
She took a few steps back, letting this guy have as much breathing room as humanly possible, and looked up at him in sheer disbelief.
When he had revealed his face, and his true self...well, more disbelief. Quite a lot of it.
"I had always imagined that my music, or even my plight, must have reached a truly diverse audience out there. I just...didn't imagine that something that looks like the spawn of Chzernobog, rising over the mountain, would be so enthusiastic. I think that's the right word."
On one hand, here was a self-admitted reaper of souls standing before her, expecting something and expecting it soon. On the other, hearing how she was apparently a great inspiration was a massive boost to Ionia's ego. Did it really matter if someone was doing something so unsightly if it was to her music?
Ionia reached a level that could be called Cautious Acceptance. "...I'm doing well, very well in fact. I've just been released from that drudgery, after all! How...pleasant..."
"...The first thing I want to do is find out what a cloud of sound is supposed to be."
She paused, taking a deep whiff of the man she was still firmly attached too. "I've always wanted to smell you. It's...it's just like I always imagined..." Blood, metal and sweaty fur. Yeeessssss.
Jennifer smiled, in a way that was more befitting a Slaaneshi cultist than someone's fan...
"Heh, heh heh h-heh," she nervously laughed. "I...I hope you wouldn't, that'd...that'd be...uhh, so! Questions! H-How's it going being on the big screen again?"
It briefly rotated, its spot moving towards the other sides of the room, before turning to face Juri again. "I WAS WONDERING IF YOU UHH HAVE EVER PLAYED ANY FORMS OF SERIAL-CODE GENERATED ELECTRONIC ENTERTAINMENT AND OR WOULD LIKE TO DO SO."
"WITH ME."
He delicately grabbed her hand, and leaned down to try to kiss it.
"W-Why so...pffft, haha, yeah, I get it!" He smiled at her, and then delivered something that he had practiced on a while: his own rendition of a Joker laugh. It wasn't that great.
"Aaahh...haha...how'd you like it, m'—Harley? And...uhhh, H-Harley Herd?"
Rhajat looked around, at everyone, at the weirdoes everywhere, at the copy machine...and at Azura, and said "...this isn't what I'd call privacy at all." She cast a baleful gaze at the dancer next to Corrin, and replied "I am so glad to meet you as well, Azura..."
She just outright ignored the dumb bird.
He stopped his search, turning towards Bartz to inspect him a little closer. "Waaaaaait. You're Boko's sidekick, aren't you? Is he here too?"
"That shouldn't come as a surprise, though," she said, "many members of the nobility have a fancy for the youkai types. Every one of you has their supporters within the Tradition, and why should you be an exception, Houjuu-san? What, are you too ferocious for a human to like?"
"I COPY-PY-PY PAPERZZZ," the machine replied, "DOCUMENTZ, pICturezzzz, mEMOzzz. i alZO do faXXING. D-biZZZZ COPYPRO ONE ONE ZERO ZERO izz my MODEL NUMBER. i knooow thiZZ might BE a bit strange IZZUN BUT ive been a FAN OF yourzz zZzince my FIRZZT ITERATION. youve BEEN zzzuch a huge inzzZZZPERATION."
Flowey - meeting Flowfan 2001
Flowey's mind almost came to a stop when he saw his fan.
"Those stupid glasses, that dumb look and most of all that attitude..." Flowey mused. His anticipation and good mood had been erased by the painful reminder of a certain someone.
"I should have guessed someone with no live outside of their TV shows would be like her, huh? I bet he knows the answers to hundreds of pointless questions about me and that he has a creepy little crush on someone who's a little cooler than him." The evil flower let out a long, long sigh. "Let's hope verbal abuse him will be enough to deal with the frustation."
Flowey's gaze hardened as he snapped at the loser standing before him. "Shut. The. Hell. Up." He made sure to add a pause between each of his words so that his sheer disgust would be correctly shown. "Now, explain to me in less than a minute why should I bother even looking at you."
Tenko Chabashira - waiting for her fan
Tenko was stunned by both the temporary host's appearance and the terms of the challenge. As such, she did not say a word until their fans appeared. This shock made her recover. She was worried about Estelle. After all, she heard that fans, especially male ones, could get pretty creepy around their idols. She thus turned toward her partner.
What she saw didn't appease her in the slightest. Estelle's fan, with his smug attitude and shameless showing off of his body, was the model exemple of those despicable men who preyed upon women without any sense of decency. Already, he was trying to dirty the princess's beautiful hands with his ugly lips! Before the pervert could complete this horrendous action, the martial artist shouted at him. "Hey! Watch where you put those hands, you degenerate! Unless you want a taste of what Neo-Aikido can do!" She then turned her head toward Estelle while pointing at the sparkling menace. "Be careful," she said more quietly, "this is the kind of guy who take advantage of innocent women without any scruples! He's the kind of fan who creep on their idol's undergarments without any regard for their feelings! Don't trust anything he says!"
Tira stared in open confusion at the woman before her, confused enough that she put up no resistence as the woman ran up and hugged her.
Errrrr.....I'm ok, I guess? But......I'm so confused! This doesn't make any sense! There's only one me, and that's me! And you're way too nice to be the voice in my head.
She tilted her head for a second, then nodded.
Besides, she's still in my head anyway! So how can you be me, when I'm me, and there's only one me?
Calamity is a housewife
Vegeta - Meeting... Rifregereta
"..."
Silence was all that came from Vegeta for a while, as he looked his 'fan' up and down, taking in every detail about Rifregereta's appearance.
On the confessional seat, Vegeta's palm covered his face, his fingers clawing at his forehead, forcing the skin to crinkle, before reaching up to his hair and nearly pulling a chunk of it out while he let out a muffled, agonized groan.
After ten seconds of trying to find the words, the Saiyan looked past the camera and spoke his mind.
"I should've known. I should've seen it coming. Really I should have.
"They were all 'You're gonna meet your biggest fan and you're gonna have to appease them to get them to rank you well!' and I'm like 'Gee! That sounds like it won't be a total disaster! I'm fine with this! Cool with it! No problems whatsoever!' then they pull the damned RUG out from under me and say 'oh by the way, your fan is a member of the same race as the one responsible for destroying your PLANET and for KILLING YOU!"
His breath hissed as it escaped through his grit teeth, and as every fiber in his being trembled with Saiyan fury, the prideful Prince forced himself to a stop, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting his staccato breathing come to a stop.
"It took everything in me not to give that... person* a piece of my mind!"
(*said with much trouble)
"Of course, I had to stop and think about this rationally. For I realized that in that moment, no matter what I thought of Frieza for destroying my homeworld and for whipping me into being his damned errand boy for most of my life, that I'd almost done something that would never fly in a social event such as this."
He sucked in a mouthful of air, sighed it back out, and said it.
"Go on a racist tirade.
"Bulma tells me that apparently humans come in different races and that 'equality'** is paramount to a stable, peaceful society."
(**said with air quotes)
"In a multiverse that has learned to co-opt all of its universes into one, supremely large society, I realized that fact ran the same for alien species. Which meant... that I had to play nice. I thought 'Hey! Maybe I'm being judgmental. There's a possibility that somewhere out in the known multiverse, Frieza has a doppleganger who isn't a bad guy! Let's treat him like I would anyone else and see how this goes!'
"Of course, how I treat 'anyone else' isn't exactly me playing nice but... th-that's not the point I'm making! Just... just stop rolling! Take five! Cut that out in post! Just... let me take a breather..."
Back in the Main Hall, Vegeta broke the silence.
"So..."
His lips pursed and his arms swung awkwardly as he tried to get the words out.
"Frieza! Frieza... whaddyou.. what... (ahem)... what do you think of him? Rifregereta? Did I get your name right?"
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Flowey - Main Room
Flowey responded to Harely's compliment with a light chuckle. "Well, thank you! I would also like to meet that Red once we get out of here."
He turned toward the spot where their temporary host appeared. Said host's appearance did not weird him out in the slightest as he was accustomed to monsters being bizzare in appearance. What did puzzle him was the challenge itself.
"A fan meeting? How ... mundane. It sound like something that robotic hack would try to shill. I mean, I know this is supposed to be a reality show, but still." Flowey was not angry or demeaning, for once. He was showing honest surprise. "And a fan? Of me? I guess I sorta have a fanclub back home, but there's only one member and that idiot doesn't know anything about me. The one I'm going to meet apparently adore me despite knowing who I am and what I do." He then regained a smile.
"I'm beginning to wonder what kind of person they are! Who knows, maybe they'll actually be fun to speak with. And if not, I'll just torment them a little bit. Either, it looks like this little meeting could be amusing."
The evil plant's smile fully became a smirk of anticipation. Still, he had one question for the so-called songwriter. "Are we allowed to hurt them in anyway? Suppose we're not interested in the prices, what is keeping us from killing them if they annoy us?"