If it isn't the puny boy himself. You miss me?

Indie semi-selective RP blog for Metal Face from Xenoblade Chronicles. (Also has a Smashverse.) Xenoblade spoilers will be under the tag 'mfspoilers'

[iiinterstellarmusepark]

Hi please look at my beautiful son

[metalfacedmechon]

hhh i’m trying to decide if i should just kinda,, put metal face into the multimuse so i might be able to keep track of him more easily and not have so many tabs open

because the amount of tabs can sometimes affect my muse levels for some reason

[metalfacedmechon]

i don’t know if i ever made a post about that,, inactivity there

i probably should’ve once i noticed ‘hey, i haven’t been active on tumblr for a while’ rip

but yeah, sorry about that! i think i’m gonna have to still be on hiatus for a while longer

[metalfacedmechon]

hi yeah @ myself

why do you have muse for literally every character from this thing

[metalfacedmechon]

kxllerclaws‌:

Charles kept in front of the girls regardless of what happened. Should anything happen, he wanted to be sure they stayed safe. Despite what their teacher told them, they both still listened in curiosity, although their reactions were mixed. Marley’s brows furrowed with unease as soon as she heard the homs speak, and Rita was still not so sure, tilting her head. The former instinctually felt something was wrong while the latter tended not to judge unless she had more proof.

When the claws appeared, the false human felt his ghastly blood boil. What was he trying to do, show off? No one here had seen anything like it aside from him. The blonde perked, actually sweating lightly. Rita, on the other hand, was obliviously impressed. Had the situation been different, Charles would have certainly nudged her, scolding, ‘what are you doing praising the bad guy for?’

He attempted to relax, but stayed up front. Since they were in the middle of a conversation now, it would be rude to whisper anything else, so he held any warnings off until they were absolutely necessary. “Well, if you say so.” The old man exhaled. “You must forgive me for my tension; usually when someone new shows up here, it means trouble. Not much changes around here.”

Marley managed a bit of a laugh, although it sounded nervous. She must have been trying to calm down as well. “You can say that again… it can uh, be a bit boring sometimes.” Rubbing the back of her head, she attempted to introduce herself, “’m Marley.” The shorter girl standing beside her chimed in with a bit of a wave, not as afraid as the others. “And I’m Rita! Ni-”

Before she could even say ‘nice to meet you,’ Charles cut her off because there was no way he was letting her say such a thing to him. “…Charles. Charles Minett.” He spoke bluntly. “And that’s fine. You don’t need to tell us everything. The world is a vast place.” His book was put placed back into his bag to free his hands… just in case.

Rita was a little surprised when she was interrupted, but she managed to shake it off to speak, “So uh, I hope this doesn’t sound weird or anything, but… where’d you get that armor of yours? It looks really cool!”

Charles and Marley nearly doubled over. Rita why.

Mumkhar felt like the older man really wasn’t trusting him, but he accepted his explanation. If not much usually changed, it might be a little odd for someone such as himself to just come in looking like this. Not only was he a new person to this little ‘colony,’ but he looked completely different. And the whole thing with the claws probably didn’t help. But that was fine, he’d just have to keep acting the way he had been. After all, his old friend Dickson could act like this old man with certain people, but Dickson could eventually warm up to people he didn’t trust sometimes. So, he was sure that this man could, too.

He looked at each of them when they introduced themselves, noticing that Charles cut Rita off, but he decided not to think much of it. It could’ve been accidental, after all. “Well, it’s nice to meet you three.” He then gave a small laugh at Rita’s question, looking at her.

“Oh, that’s quite alright, didn’t sound weird to me! I’m glad ya think it looks cool!” Mumkhar put his hand on his arm, trying to figure out how to explain his ‘armor’ to her. “After all, I wasn’t exactly given a choice with this. This is actually my body, not just armor. I don’t know if you’ve seen these robot things- the Mechon, but they’re the reason for me looking like this. Don’t remember much of the process, I think they were kind enough to put me out when they gave me this body.”

Mumkhar shrugged one shoulder. He figured that he might as well mention Metal Face while he was at it. “They also gave me a gigantic robot to pilot, but I don’t think I gotta get into that. It ain’t that important.” He honestly didn’t notice that he was basically bragging. No, he mostly just figured that he might as well get some explaining over with. What he apparently didn’t realize is that mentioning Metal Face like that had the possibility of making him have to explain things further.

Actually, though, he didn’t mind explaining things. He quite liked the attention it gave him. It was nice, it was attention that felt much nicer than the attention he received from the other Homs while he was like this. Although, he had to admit, that kind of attention could be quite fun as well. It just got a little old when that was the only kind of attention he got.

[metalfacedmechon]

kxllerclaws‌:

“By your logic, I should be asking you something similar.” The conversation continued as the old man lowered his book to give a critical look towards the blonde, “Who sits out in 30-degree weather to have a casual conversation when you could be indoors, not freezing your limbs off?” The conversation continued. Charles was very much used to sassing his students, in or out of class.

She stammered, “I—dude, you know I can’t just walk all the way to Rita’s house, y’know how far that is?” And yet she walked over here, all the way from her house past the outskirts of town absolutely fine. Logic broken. As expected, her teacher was quick to mention this, and the banter went on until, out of the corners of their eyes, someone else appeared, and he was… very out of place.

“Yo, what the fuck.” Marley cupped one hand over her mouth to whisper to the other two. Rita straightened, more amazed than anything. Instead of freaking out, her mind went elsewhere, silently questioning, “Is that a cosplayer?”

Charles was very much about to scold Marley for swearing so brazenly when he finally took a better look at this fellow and instantly froze. No, no. This could not be happening right now It all had to be some kind of practical joke, or his mind was playing tricks on him. His false skin pricked. Of all people – it just had to be Mumkhar, the guy who was so tempted to attack this town after their little confrontation. Thankfully he would not recognize him like this, but…

“Ey teach, are you okay?” The taller girl waved a hand in front of his face to snap him out of his daze. “You’d be hollering at me not to say shit like that by now.”

In return, he placed a hand over her mouth, eyes still trained on the ‘stranger,’ glaring. “You still are,” he murmured, “and I’d advise you to stop.”

Seeing the ordinarily stoic man so tense, Rita started to feel nervous. “Why, do you think he’s…”

“Dangerous? Oh, I don’t have my doubts about that.”

Mumkhar heard the girls talking to each other, but he couldn’t quite tell what they were saying. He wasn’t focusing on them, and they were whispering, which made it that much harder to tell. But he didn’t really care. He was pretty sure they were talking about him and were confused by his looks. He couldn’t blame them for that. After all, he was so different from them.

Once he could start to actually hear what the others were saying, he turned to them and offered them a smile. It wasn’t the most friendly smile, but it wasn’t exactly one to intimidate anyone, either. “Oh, I’m sorry, is my presence disturbing you?” He laughed a little. “You know, I ain’t as different from you all as I might look. Sure, I can do this...” He put his hands down to his sides and pointed them down before allowing the red energy claws to appear, then he put his arms out in a shrug, keeping the claws out.

“But it really ain’t anything to worry about.” The claws then disappeared. “Because I’m not here to actually hurt anybody. I just wanted to have a look around this colony of yours, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know some of the locals...” There was no reason for him to actually try to intimidate these people. Not yet. He hadn’t actually heard them say anything that he didn’t like.

In fact, he thought he heard the older man call him dangerous. And that was a word he liked when it came to describing himself. If he could be seen as dangerous, that was perfect. Yet, this wasn’t really a battlefield. Did he want to be seen as dangerous to normal people who hadn’t done anything against him?

“I suppose I might as well introduce myself. My name’s Mumkhar. And as you probably already know, I ain’t from around here. But I’m not gonna say where I’m from. It’s a long way from here, you’ve probably never heard of it.”

[metalfacedmechon]

Tag urself i’m coming back after almost like a month and making a new blog smh

[metalfacedmechon]

Just gonna,, slide onto here real quick so you know the blog’s not dead

I just probably won’t be able to do stuff for a while longer but after that hopefully I should be able to get active again

[metalfacedmechon]

kxllerclaws‌:

Farm’s Ridge was a very plain town. Most of the buildings were very old while others were much, much newer, and it would appear there was some sort of slow conversion going on since everything looked very close to crumbling. The streets were often very dusty, but since the winter season had rolled in, it was looking much cleaner because the snow cleaned the dirt away. Any other time of year it would look even worse.

Because it was so cold out, not a lot of people were walking around. Those who were likely had to be shoppers. Anyone who did happen to see the Homs walking around would stare at him until they were out of his general vicinity, but as he guessed, no one really cared. Newcomers were rare though, which was why their attention would linger for a little bit.

As for cars, there really were none on the roads, so it was generally safe to cross any of them. Any which were around had simply been parked. People must have really preferred walking unless it was absolutely necessary they had to use a vehicle. This would have been the case on a day like this, but alas. Activity was low.

The most active place to find would be the town’s square, which was just a slab of tile floor with some stone benches and water fountains. By most active, there were at least five people around. Two were a couple of teenage girls, chattering away while they sat on a bench together. One was sealing up some cracks in the aging tile. Another was texting on their phone.

Lastly, there was an old man, just reading a book. Out in the cold. Because that was normal. He quietly listened to his surroundings, particularly paying attention to the pair’s conversation. “Girls, could you please lower the volume a little? You’re distracting me.”

Rita piped up in a softer voice. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Minett! We’ll try.”

Marley snorted. “Who the hell reads out in thirty-degree weather is what I wanna know.”

…they would notice him soon enough.

Since there were no cars driving, Mumkhar mostly walked in the middle of the streets rather than on the sidewalks. He did it simply because he didn’t know that that would be where the cars would be driving, and it gave him a little distance between himself and any of the people he’d seen. He just wanted to look around, after all, he didn’t really want to talk to anyone. No, he mostly wanted to get a look around the place.

This town- or ‘colony,’ as he kept wanting to call it- felt pretty different from the colonies that he knew. But he supposed that was to be expected, these weren’t Homs after all. Despite the unfamiliar things, though, there were other things that he felt he’d see in a ‘normal’ colony. For example, parts of the town square. The slight familiarity of the square brought him over to it.

Of course, the square didn’t feel as majestic as a ‘normal’ colony’s square, but that was fine. He realized that there were people around him now, but he didn’t care- as long as he didn’t talk to them, they probably wouldn’t talk to him. Mumkhar wasn’t even bothering to look at them, instead watching one of the fountains. He had his arms crossed, but he was running one of his hands down the golden piece jutting out from his other arm.

As he watched the fountain, he was trying to figure out where to go next in this ‘colony.’ Did he want to keep exploring it? Or did he want to go back to Metal Face and go somewhere else? Well, when he thought about it, no, he didn’t really feel like going back to Metal Face. Not so soon. He practically just came into the town, why would he turn back so fast? This place may not have looked like too much, but it had been a while since he’d set foot in anything like a colony. And this was the closest place to a colony he’d seen in a while. That is, a colony that wouldn’t recognize him and try to get him out of there.

For a moment, he looked around at the others, but he didn’t try to make any real eye contact with any of them. These...humans were so much like Homs that he almost wondered if he’d been lied to, but at the same time, he felt that there was some kind of difference. But the biggest differences he could think of was how different their colonies were, and how differently they apparently dressed. After a while, he just shook his head, then looked at the fountain again.

[metalfacedmechon]

@kxllerclaws

Honestly, Metal Face probably needed orders. Somehow, he found himself in a familiar place near a familiar-looking town- not one that he had bothered to really visit, however. Out here, he’d met this ghost and had been too busy with- and too frightened by- it to really explore. But with no orders from his superiors, and with the ghost nowhere in sight, who was going to stop him from exploring?

Although, Mumkhar couldn’t do that with Metal Face. The Mechon was simply too big. He wouldn’t be able to really look at anything without people freaking out about some giant robot. First, though, he had to get a good look around to make sure the ghost wasn’t there. He didn’t want to end his life now, after all. 

When he felt sure that the spirit wasn’t around at the time, he opened up Metal Face’s chest. Out of fear, though, he had to take one last look around. This was basically his last chance to use Metal Face to protect himself if he needed to, after all.

Slowly and carefully, he climbed out of Metal Face, continuing to look around as he did so. Part of him hated how paranoid he was acting, but he couldn’t help himself. If the ghost suddenly popped up now, Mumkhar was as good as dead. And if the ghost popped up when he was in town, he could only hope that Metal Face could arrive quickly enough to save him.

After he took a moment to reassure himself that the ghost would not appear, he finally had enough courage to walk into the town. Of course, he knew that he didn’t look normal, either, and would probably get noticed, but as long as he kept his claws hidden, nobody would likely do much about him being there.

[metalfacedmechon]

so i’m likely going to be over at robotniiik for a while since i’ve finally regained muse for the eggs and i don’t know how to balance muse

[metalfacedmechon]

asdghjk sorry for being gone a few days now- just figured i should make a post so nobody thinks i’m dead

[metalfacedmechon]

awful

[metalfacedmechon]

kxllerclaws‌:

Chimizo simply floated there, watching the short tantrum with slight amusement. It was like watching an angry child – one almost twice his height and made of metal, but still a child. Much as he wanted to say more, he knew he had done his part. Every game had its end, and it looked like this one was reaching its conclusion.

“It’s hilarious. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun getting under someone’s skin in a long time.” He was smirking, idly toying with his facial hair as the homs rambled on. This action stopped, however, when the threats started. His ethereal skin pricked, yet he maintained a calm demeanor. “I don’t think it would be wise making threats to me, of all people… although what could a ghost possibly have to be threatened? Honestly. You’re wasting your breath.”

It was a straight-faced lie. The soul spirit may not have much when he was being himself, but under his human disguise, there was more to his life than just him. Hopefully acting as if he cared nothing for the nearby town would be enough to direct Mumkhar’s attention elsewhere.

“If you think you’re wasting your time, you can go ahead and leave. I don’t particularly care.” Chimizo was staring into his reflection again, contemplative. “The sun will be coming up soon, anyway. I have no business sticking around for much longer.” He was acting like this was the most casual interaction ever when it was anything but.

Mumkhar’s anger shot back up when Chimizo spoke again, so he had to be silent for a while to let it go back down so he could think straight again. No, what was he thinking? Why would anything matter to this smug, stubborn spirit? With the almost carefree way he’d been acting this entire time, he should’ve known that there was nothing he could do to actually threaten him.

That meant that, if he could remember where this was, he could come back and destroy the ‘colony’ he’d seen nearby. Or, he could do it now, but he didn’t really want this spirit to know what he was planning. Just in case. Although it didn’t seem like the spirit cared for the ‘colony,’ it still had a possibility of angering him, since killing innocent, defenseless people seemed to upset Chimizo, and he didn’t want to deal with that. Not right now.

“Right, then.” Metal Face’s jets started up, allowing him to hover just above the ground. “This has definitely been interesting, but I should see if I have any real orders.” He laughed. “So long, my friend...” With that, he took off, flying off into the sky.

[metalfacedmechon]

they’ve been waiting for you

[metalfacedmechon]

👀 when you see that monado

[metalfacedmechon]

@smashing-skyking

It seemed like the Hands or whoever was running the tournament just really loved dragons (or wyverns, in this case) of some sort. There were all of those ones that came from the red and white balls, then that purple one...but really? Metal Face didn’t mind that there were so many dragons or dragon-like creatures or whatever they were. If it meant he was the only giant robot and would stand out, that was fine by him!

“Well, congratulations to you on gettin’ included in the tournament! Or, at least, as included as I am. On the sidelines. Not a real competitor. But, it’s still fun to fly in and create carnage, ain’t it?”

The Mechon didn’t even know if the other could speak, but that rarely stopped him from starting conversations. If it was one-sided, he was totally fine with it. Either way, he actually didn’t immediately want to start a fight with the creature. That was a good sign, at least. Maybe he’d have at least one friend in the tournament.

“Oh, yeah, they call me Metal Face, by the way. I think I’ve heard somebody mention your name, but I can’t recall it. Doesn’t help that the others don’t seem to want to come near me.”

It was more like he didn’t approach them for whatever reason. Most of them he was uninterested in, there were only a few that he was interested in, but even then, he didn’t often approach them. Somehow, he found this wyvern more approachable than them. But he wasn’t going to word it like that.