Elder Blood Witcher - 758 A new look

Reima “So, how’s life for you right now Quelaag?” he asks, wondering if she was happy with her current situation.

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Quelaag “It’s, not unpleasant. Not having to manage the Chaos Covenant after many centuries of just that makes me feel anxious, but, other than that I feel content simply serving you… And Ciri.” she slowly explains while digging her knuckles into his shoulder.

Reima nods, “Good, I’d thought some of the things she’s having you do would be over the line, but if you’re fine with it then who am I to judge.”

Quelaag smiles behind him, “My tasks are sometimes laborious or demeaning, but the potential rewards are well worth the trouble.” she says ambiguously.

Reima’s about to reply but senses someone approaching the door… It swings open revealing Asgore who’s giving him a frown… “What are you doing?” he quickly asks.

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Reima glances behind him, “Err, it’s not what it looks like?”

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Asgore shakes his head, “I-Wha… Nevermind. You are scheduled to do an interview live with Mettaton in five minutes.” he says.

Reima “Ah…” he mutters, realising he’d almost forgot it. “Thanks for the heads up” he says, getting up and teleporting to the T.V station after he’d changed into suitable attire.

A humanoid monster with the head of a lion finally notices him, “Oh! You’re finally here! I thought we’d have to cancel the interview! Quickly, come, come!” he says, leading Reima inside and eventually to a large room with two chairs opposite each other.

Reima adjusts the lapels on his suit, the black attire heavily embroidered with gold inscriptions. He had a light turquoise shirt underneath it and his hair tied back in a bun.

He glances around at the room as he takes his seat, taking notice of the rather large, advanced-looking camera’s pointing directly at him.

*Crash!*

The door slams open as the familiar metal box balanced on a single wheel rolls in, a microphone already in each hand. “Hello! I am here!” he says cheerfully, handing Reima a microphone and moving towards the opposite chair…

Reima didn’t have to be a genius to guess that Mettaton would fit in that chair… Luckily the robot didn’t attempt to sit down, otherwise it might have destroyed the chair and the floor underneath it. “When will we be starting?” he asks, with a small smile.

Mettaton “We’ve already started darling.” he says, Reima only now noticing a red light next to the cameras… “Greetings fans, friends, ladies, and gents! And welcome to Meta-News!” he exclaims, spinning around on his wheel with his arms held out.

Mettaton “We have many wonderful articles for all of you viewers today, one I am MOST excited about is our guest for today… Our King, Reima Ludvig!” he says, clapping his hands as a applause track goes off…

Reima slowly nods, “Thanks for having me…”

Mettaton trembles for a moment, causing Reima to raise a brow… “Ah, don’t mind me, I’m just getting more comfortable!” he says, as smoke explodes from his body, covering the cameras…

“OOOOooohhhh YEESSSS!”

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Reima “Wait what?” he asks, clearing the smoke and revealing Mettaton, or at least, what he thinks is Mettaton sitting on the chair opposite…

Mettaon crosses his leg and smiles, his body more like a cyborg than a box with flashing lights on it… Long black hair covers one eye, but Reima feels like he’s being winked at… “That’s much better.” he says, looking at the cameras.

Reima “Hmm… Right…” he mutters awkwardly.

Mettaton “My apologies for the inconvenience, I just had to get a change of outfit. I’d like to think that it “suits” me better. Of course, if my appearance doesn’t appeal to my fans they can still buy the “Classic Mettaton Action Figure” for 50% off!”

Reima sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, “Can we get started already?”

Mettaton “Oh yes darling!” he says, some interview papers dropping from the ceiling and landing in his hand… “It’s my pleasure you have you on Mr Ludvig-”

Reima “Reima’s fine, thanks.”

Mettaton nods, “Then, Reima, before I open up the questions to our viewers, I have a few of my own… Firstly, what are you opinions on the current state of Ichor if you don’t mind my asking?”

He hadn’t really expected to be asked this particular question, after looking up and t thinking for a moment he finally answers, “I think it’s progressing well, after the recent lucky miss with the last incident involving the Wild Hunt I don’t think there’ll be anymore conflicts in the near future. Other than that, Economically, Socially, and Structurally everything is slowly getting better.” he says, interlinking his hands and resting them on his lap.

Mettaton “My what a concise answer, if only everything could be handled by you Reima, then we might see some real change in needed areas… Let me try and pursue the recent incident, from the reports this group, the “Wild Hunt” are a terrorist organisation run by Elves from another world, is that right?” he questions.

Reima nods, “They “Were” a terrorist organisation, thankfully they’ve all been purged. As to their origins? I’d rather not say for national and social reasons.” he says, knowing that the Aen Elle would probably be discriminated against if he made known their relationship with the Wild Hunt. While most were probably aware of it, confirming it would be another matter entirely, especially for someone of his status.