thisavrou_log | june intro log overflow

Edited 2016-06-10 08:52 (UTC)

"Best friend? Really?" Alphys says, her eyebrows raising. She wasn't aware Sans knew any boss monsters. She wasn't aware there were any other boss monsters left, aside from Asgore... were there?

"Um... what did you say your name was, again?" Alphys asks slowly. "Aren't you a... boss monster?"

"I tend to say best friend, though he treats most like a best friend." She jokes easily in turn, not unaware of how Sans seemed to know everyone on board to some extent.

"I am Toriel." She introduces, not surprised by the lack of recognition. It had happened enough for Toriel to adjust around it. Especially given her talk with Sans. "Yes, I am. One of the few left." She can't really avoid the inevitable discussion about that, Toriel knows as much.

Huh. So she is a boss monster. The same type as Asgore. One of the few left. And her name is Toriel.

Alphys is slightly drunk, and she's moderately entranced by the monster's flirty behavior. But the gears in her head are turning, even if they're turning slowly.

After an uncomfortably long silence, Alphys slaps her hands on the bar counter and glares at Toriel like she's asking her to give a speech in front of a crowd.

"Y-You... you're... 'Tori'??"

The silence is long enough to earn a quirk of Toriel's brow, the boss monster willing to wait it out to see just where Alphys was going.

"...Well, I prefer Toriel unless I specify you can call me that." She states simply back with a tilt of her head. "I take it Asgore mentioned me once or twice?" Might as well get down to brass tacks on this.

"W-Well, yes, he did, but..."

Alphys' voice trails off. Now that it's been confirmed, she's trying to think back on those old tapes that the royal family made before the prince died. Tori is... what Asgore called her. Maybe that's why she's implicitly asking Alphys not to do the same. Everyone knows how their relationship ended, after all.

And bringing up those tapes would be incredibly awkward for a couple other reasons. Dusty reasons.

"...b-but, only b-because he - he m-missed you so much," Alphys says, cringing even as she says it because she knows it isn't a good save at all. She's got to change the topic. She doesn't want to talk about Asgore and she's sure Toriel doesn't either.

"Anyway!! You and Sans, best friends, huh?!" Alphys snatches up her drink and chugs the rest of it through the pink silly straw. "I've known him for years! We go way back."

Toriel opens and closes her mouth, wrinkling her snout at the comment. "I see." Is as much commentary she'll offer about Asgore. Toriel is more than happy to shift topics.

"Tell me about you and Sans. I would love to hear about your friendship." That was a safer topic Toriel would really rather hear about to begin with. Asgore pining after her is really not what she wants to dwell on.

"Well, let's see," Alphys says, smoothly if not hurriedly moving on to this more comfortable topic. Internally, she congratulates herself. It's the small victories.

"I first met Sans, hmm... gosh, must be about ten years ago?" she says, tapping her chin. There's a pause as her eyes meet the bartender's; she motions him over and hands him her empty glass. "Before I became the new royal scientist, of course. We were students. He was studying physics, so our work didn't intersect much, but sometimes he'd ask me for advice if he was building something. Ah... those were good times."

Her words are becoming slightly slurred together. A completely sober Alphys probably wouldn't get into this topic, for Sans' sake, but...

The smooth transition at least earns a quirk of her lips from Toriel. The shift of topic is a relief, much less awkward between the two of them. She sips at her own drink thoughtfully as she listens to Alphys speak.

"They certainly sound like good times. Goodness." She chuckles softly, relaxing again. "I knew he liked science, but I never had an inkling he was interested in physics. Do you know what he was working on at all?"

When the Bartender returns, likely with another glass for Alphys, Toriel herself motions for the bartender to at least bring them food, motioning the bar food on the menu. "If you could, thank you." She offers back at the scruffy man behind the bar.

"Uhh, back then?" she says, watching the bartender come and go. What was he working on back then? It's kinda fuzzy and the alcohol sure doesn't help her ability to focus.

"I'm not really sure... he was working on it with his dad, though? The last royal scientist before me." She strokes her chin, swings her legs playfully under her bar stool, and takes a long sip of her drink again. "Probably... quantum mechanics? Alternate universes?? I never understood myself."

Grinning, she turns to Toriel. "Me, I like building things. Like robots! And puzzles!"

Toriel finds it odd she can't quite place who the royal scientist was before, the boss monster brushes it aside for now. She must be more buzzed than she originally thought. "Better not to delve into it, it certainly sounds complicated." She answers with a soft laugh.

"Tell me about that, dear. I'd love to hear about what you built." As long as they skirted around what happened to those monsters in her lab Toriel would be content to listen. Toriel only glanced back in the bartenders direction as he settled a tray down on the bar between the two women. At most it had bar finger food. Shockingly nice finger food given the classiness of the bar they were in.

"Oh, well, where shall I begin," Alphys says with a jokey tone to her voice. She reaches over and snatches a handful of mozzarella sticks. "I guess I ought to start with Mettaton? He's what got me the royal scientist position!"

Selecting a stick of gooey cheese with her other hand, she points it at Toriel to emphasize her point.

"Robot with a soul. Pretty big deal. I, uh, couldn't find a way to apply the concept to breaking the barrier, but still one of my greatest inventions."

The jokey tone warrants an amused snort from the boss monster. She quiets to listen readily though, picking up her own mozzarella stick to snack on. A breaded stick full of cheese? What would humans invent next?

"You made his soul?" That was certainly something Toriel had never heard before. She knew Mettaton was Alphy's creation to some regard, but specifics always escaped her given her previous limited interaction with the young man. Now it's... hard for her to picture just that. "How does one make a soul? You did not give up a piece of your own soul to manifest his?"

Alphys chews on a mozzarella stick as Toriel speaks, her expression mostly staying consistent as she begins to ask questions. This is one lie that she's trained herself to maintain very well.

"Well, it's a very complicated and technical process," Alphys says casually, her mouth somewhat full. She takes a sip of her drink to wash down the cheese, and then eats another. "And also, somewhat of a trade secret of mine, you see... There's some concern that people could try to copy Mettaton, to potentially disastrous results! And, haha, I'd really feel like it was my fault if something like that happened, you know?"

She swallows and grins. "Anyway, I don't think Mettaton could handle there being another person just like him."

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