As this is the first time Elidibus has been allowed to examine Mettaton in full, some of the details will be missed if changes have occurred since they last spoke. But now he's obtaining a nice catalog of data. Efforts to maintain touch with Emet-Selch will not be thwarted as it does not impede the Ascian's examination or his efforts.
For now.
"Of course. Yet it does not simply overlay the metal." Keen eyes wander over the patchy fur and tender skin. "It seems to be no fusion either. I would liken it to a transmutation akin to alchemical. Have you ever witnessed its like, Emet-Selch?" Indeed even while the Puca refers to his bed-ridden fiancee as a reference to how much the transformation has impacted the robot, Elidibus's gaze shifts to regard his contemporary. The physical regard is brief since there is work to be continued. But the Emissary is obviously interested in what Emet-Selch might have to say on the matter.
'I am c-- alive...' The subtle hesitation warrants a speculative look. Huffing will not help cover that slip of the tongue from a man who deals frequently with words. He might have considered asking later and yet... Lidi-darling happens. Elidibus narrows his eyes slightly. "My title is Elidibus. I have familiarized myself with mending spellwork. So if this is merely cosmetic and specifically will not cause you pain you cannot endure, I can deal with it this day." The area is given a more detailed examination to see if it is truly cosmetic or if there would be a more complex problem with... well, wiring or such underneath. "What were you about to say, aside from 'alive'?" he adds in an offhand way. As for Metatton's sudden sense of finding the Ascian endearing, it is met with a curious look of inquiry toward Emet-Selch again, as if to say 'is this normal for the puca?'.
Ah yes, and should the metal fatigue be solely aesthetics, spellwork will be wrought with surprisingly random expertise to bring it back to its original shape. [No small thanks to Tataru Taru's teachings and the regular cloth-burning machinations of a certain cherry Bomb.]
Now, there might not be any sensuality involved, but Elidibus does appear to be showing signs of being capable of handling the matter of grooming. His tools are limited to towels, water, and fingers right now and the patient's fur isn't in the best condition, but there is a sense of technique behind the way he checks for what's ready to fall out or is careful about matting. There may be little fur to detangle in the front, but upon the puca's backside, where he could not so easily reach in his madness?
Elidibus is wise. When he seeks to turn Mettaton on his side, it is so the robot faces Emet-Selch. "It seems it would be best to cut these away and allow the fur to regrow." No doubt for all the care the Emissary does show, there's at least a slight tugging sensation at the matting for the puca to feel and know what's being talked about. Now it is ascertained this is indeed flesh and blood and real growing fur that need not be replaced by artificial means, the Ascian feels confident in saying that. "If you will permit me." He has a very sharp knife somewhere on his person for utility and other matters. It will surely do the trick and be brought out and set to the task if permission is given.
Which, given this occurs not long before his question is posed regarding what occurred to put them in this state and Mettaton's subsequent answer, may add an interesting element to the distinct stillness which falls upon the mortal shell. An observer unfamiliar with Elidibus might suspect an odd lack of shock or emotional reaction, given the tight rein of control the Emissary has over his emotional state. But his contemporary will know the signs. And there is a shocking amount of what could only be termed anger being slowly brought under control (a tightening grip, incited emotion lingering in the Ascian's gaze) before Elidibus turns to reasoned thought and calms himself. And returns to the task, just as gently as before.
It would not have mattered before, what happened to Emet-Selch's mortal shell. The body dies, find another body. But he is armed with the knowledge of his contemporary's message. And... knowing what it is like to truly lose both of his fellow Unsundered. It is no wonder he was for a moment truly outraged.
"A pity I was unaware of the Circle's grasp upon your companion, Emet-Selch." He seems somewhat... vexed. In truth, it does irritate him to discover his limited ability toward investigating the cult had resulted in missing a matter of such key importance as Mettaton's infection and the subsequent attack upon his Bonded. Elidibus shifts his attention between the two subjects of interest. "Were you a victim of their kidnappers and experiments, or one of those who were ensorcelled to believe their righteous cause?"
Yes, the Emissary is quite familiar with the details of what happened. People listening might expect that since this is the aftermath, it is only a given the details are out. That is far from the case, though it would suit Elidibus if they continue to presume that.
Inspection, cleaning- both dry and wet- and structural repairs where applicable are finished upon the puca. He had not missed the damage to Mettaton's right ear either. A fully clean cloth and water had been used to gently soak the crusted scab away to reveal the wound underneath. A very minor form of healing spell murmured; something which would stop the bleeding and attend to infection though not completely close it. That is why further antiseptic and bandages are applied. And far be it that Elidibus would simply let him lie in the dirty sheets again. "I will need to move you to a seat until I finish with Emet-Selch and tend to the bedding." Do not worry. Seats in the room are facing and close to the bed. But it will require separation if only by a few inches. And no doubt, it will require being carried by Elidibus. Whose expression is... unreadable, if someone were trying to discern whether this is a practical matter or some form of petty vengeance. Probably the former.
"And this is what you refer to by experiencing Cwyld infection first-hand, I presume?" It is clear, for now at least, the Ascian is going to skirt around the core of the matter. The real issue which probably brought him here. The matter of the depth of their ties to their mortal body in this world. Well, it's not a matter you discuss amongst outsiders, no matter what the possibility is that Mettaton knows the laissez-faire attitude Ascians tend to have toward their mortal host.
no subject
For now.
"Of course. Yet it does not simply overlay the metal." Keen eyes wander over the patchy fur and tender skin. "It seems to be no fusion either. I would liken it to a transmutation akin to alchemical. Have you ever witnessed its like, Emet-Selch?" Indeed even while the Puca refers to his bed-ridden fiancee as a reference to how much the transformation has impacted the robot, Elidibus's gaze shifts to regard his contemporary. The physical regard is brief since there is work to be continued. But the Emissary is obviously interested in what Emet-Selch might have to say on the matter.
'I am c-- alive...' The subtle hesitation warrants a speculative look. Huffing will not help cover that slip of the tongue from a man who deals frequently with words. He might have considered asking later and yet... Lidi-darling happens. Elidibus narrows his eyes slightly. "My title is Elidibus. I have familiarized myself with mending spellwork. So if this is merely cosmetic and specifically will not cause you pain you cannot endure, I can deal with it this day." The area is given a more detailed examination to see if it is truly cosmetic or if there would be a more complex problem with... well, wiring or such underneath. "What were you about to say, aside from 'alive'?" he adds in an offhand way. As for Metatton's sudden sense of finding the Ascian endearing, it is met with a curious look of inquiry toward Emet-Selch again, as if to say 'is this normal for the puca?'.
Ah yes, and should the metal fatigue be solely aesthetics, spellwork will be wrought with surprisingly random expertise to bring it back to its original shape. [No small thanks to Tataru Taru's teachings and the regular cloth-burning machinations of a certain cherry Bomb.]
Now, there might not be any sensuality involved, but Elidibus does appear to be showing signs of being capable of handling the matter of grooming. His tools are limited to towels, water, and fingers right now and the patient's fur isn't in the best condition, but there is a sense of technique behind the way he checks for what's ready to fall out or is careful about matting. There may be little fur to detangle in the front, but upon the puca's backside, where he could not so easily reach in his madness?
Elidibus is wise. When he seeks to turn Mettaton on his side, it is so the robot faces Emet-Selch. "It seems it would be best to cut these away and allow the fur to regrow." No doubt for all the care the Emissary does show, there's at least a slight tugging sensation at the matting for the puca to feel and know what's being talked about. Now it is ascertained this is indeed flesh and blood and real growing fur that need not be replaced by artificial means, the Ascian feels confident in saying that. "If you will permit me." He has a very sharp knife somewhere on his person for utility and other matters. It will surely do the trick and be brought out and set to the task if permission is given.
Which, given this occurs not long before his question is posed regarding what occurred to put them in this state and Mettaton's subsequent answer, may add an interesting element to the distinct stillness which falls upon the mortal shell. An observer unfamiliar with Elidibus might suspect an odd lack of shock or emotional reaction, given the tight rein of control the Emissary has over his emotional state. But his contemporary will know the signs. And there is a shocking amount of what could only be termed anger being slowly brought under control (a tightening grip, incited emotion lingering in the Ascian's gaze) before Elidibus turns to reasoned thought and calms himself. And returns to the task, just as gently as before.
It would not have mattered before, what happened to Emet-Selch's mortal shell. The body dies, find another body. But he is armed with the knowledge of his contemporary's message. And... knowing what it is like to truly lose both of his fellow Unsundered. It is no wonder he was for a moment truly outraged.
"A pity I was unaware of the Circle's grasp upon your companion, Emet-Selch." He seems somewhat... vexed. In truth, it does irritate him to discover his limited ability toward investigating the cult had resulted in missing a matter of such key importance as Mettaton's infection and the subsequent attack upon his Bonded. Elidibus shifts his attention between the two subjects of interest. "Were you a victim of their kidnappers and experiments, or one of those who were ensorcelled to believe their righteous cause?"
Yes, the Emissary is quite familiar with the details of what happened. People listening might expect that since this is the aftermath, it is only a given the details are out. That is far from the case, though it would suit Elidibus if they continue to presume that.
Inspection, cleaning- both dry and wet- and structural repairs where applicable are finished upon the puca. He had not missed the damage to Mettaton's right ear either. A fully clean cloth and water had been used to gently soak the crusted scab away to reveal the wound underneath. A very minor form of healing spell murmured; something which would stop the bleeding and attend to infection though not completely close it. That is why further antiseptic and bandages are applied. And far be it that Elidibus would simply let him lie in the dirty sheets again. "I will need to move you to a seat until I finish with Emet-Selch and tend to the bedding." Do not worry. Seats in the room are facing and close to the bed. But it will require separation if only by a few inches. And no doubt, it will require being carried by Elidibus. Whose expression is... unreadable, if someone were trying to discern whether this is a practical matter or some form of petty vengeance. Probably the former.
"And this is what you refer to by experiencing Cwyld infection first-hand, I presume?" It is clear, for now at least, the Ascian is going to skirt around the core of the matter. The real issue which probably brought him here. The matter of the depth of their ties to their mortal body in this world. Well, it's not a matter you discuss amongst outsiders, no matter what the possibility is that Mettaton knows the laissez-faire attitude Ascians tend to have toward their mortal host.