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[fuckdemocracy]

[Peacock is... displeased, to say the least. It's true that it can bend (and outright break, if it prefers) its own rules at will. However. There's a difference between the bending and breaking of rules such as the length of its toying with the residents or its interpretation of wishes, though, and outright turning and undoing a wish that's already been made regarding itself. The upshot of which, of course, is that it's stuck within its own walls until the end of the month.

Have fun, residents, with the irritable eldritch abomination prowling the corridors.]

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[monocle_layton]

[Twister is, of course, very pleased to see that, because of his doing, Peacock is both around and royally pissed off.

Having not learned from the first time, he casually strolls over, as if the two of them are fond friends. They both know this is not the case.]

How are you enjoying being confined to these walls?

[fuckdemocracy]

[How are you enjoying being thrown into them by a glance, Twister?]

How do you think?

[monocle_layton]

[If it were possible to get used to being thrown at walls, Twister would be used to it by now. Actually, he was used to it, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

He draws himself up to his feet, knowing that Peacock doesn't like his victims to stay down.]

I think you're handling this rather childishly, just like any Clive would.

[fuckdemocracy]

What part of I am not Clive is so hard for you to understand?

[Perhaps the way it's sort of... flickering around the edges will better convince him.]

[monocle_layton]

...I'm getting used to your imagery.

[He really means that.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[Hissing, it flickers between several different forms - Twister might recognise that it's passing over versions of everyone who's currently here - before returning back to the usual one.]

I use this form because it's easiest to reflect those who have been here longest, and I find a male form more aesthetically pleasing.

[Hence why it's reflecting, in particular, Concinna, rather than Shescole.]

[monocle_layton]

[He folds his arms, a look of amusement playing across his face.]

And yet for some reason you choose to settle on a Clive, when you clearly find Laytons to be "more aesthetically pleasing".

[fuckdemocracy]

Concinna has been here longer than you, Twister. His form is easier to mimic.

[monocle_layton]

So there is a limit to your skill. I was rather under the impression that you wanted me to believe that there wasn't.

Unless... you happen to be lying again. It wouldn't be the first time.

[fuckdemocracy]

Picking an easier option doesn't indicate a lack of skill, merely that I'm choosing not to expend any more effort than I have to.

[In other words, it's lazy rather than weak.]

[monocle_layton]

Given how shy you are of extending work towards anything other than your project of the month, it's a wonder we aren't being ruled over by a more effective sinister alternate dimension instead.

[fuckdemocracy]

I'm more than an alternate dimension, Twister.

[monocle_layton]

Yes, you're also a tentacle monster.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It snorts.]

Is that what you believe?

...well, I suppose it's true that there are tentacles...

[monocle_layton]

Among anything else you can imagine, yes.

But I must confess that your imagination has proven to be rather limited so far.

[How far are we away from more pain?]

[fuckdemocracy]

[Oh, no. Pain would be predictable now.

Besides, it's amused.]

You think that my body is limited by my imagination?

[monocle_layton]

I would be delighted to have you prove me wrong.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[Dimitri notices the certain Clive walks up knowing he's the dressing room....

...the first thing he wants to do is hit him...

...but he stops himself just in time to take his collar an say nothing, but grit his teeth, because he has so much to be angry for, being stuck here, but he also has Claire...and he's not sure whether he should be happy or angry and it's killing him.

He still says nothing just gives him a look.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[Flicking out the prehensile tongue, it hisses at Dimitri.]

Unhand me.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

No!

[Instead he pulls him closer and grips on his shirt even harder.]

I. Need. Answers.

[Says the scientist of course.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[Peacock snarls, jerking its hand up to fasten its claws around Dimitri's forearm.]

If you want answers you will unhand me.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[He reluctantly puts him down and pulls his arm back from his grasp.]

Fine....why are we here!?

[fuckdemocracy]

[It examines its claws, giving off an air of extreme disinterest in what Dimitri thinks of it or how pissed off he is.]

To entertain me.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[And from his facial expression, you can tell Dimitri wants to smack him and has more questions following that one, but he gives up for the moment and decides to go on.]

And just were are we? Give me a location, because as we can't go outside, nor can we find any place this could be, this is turning into something of an HP Lovecraft narrative...

[He pauses before going on, his voice obviously trailing off.]

And why did you bring poor Claire here!? She, of all of us, does not deserve this.

[Obviously Dimitri is feeling rather guilty for having her fall in love with him in here.]

[rebelluke]

[Archery is curruire, this is mostly likely because he is a Luke and currusiry is something that seem to be in his blood. Luke is not that brave to go so close so he will keep his distenses]

So you'r the "thing" we call the DR.
I have a question for you if you don't mind.