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

[He really means that.]

[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.]

[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".

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

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.

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.]

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.

I'm more than an alternate dimension, Twister.

Yes, you're also a tentacle monster.

[It snorts.]

Is that what you believe?

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

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?]

[Oh, no. Pain would be predictable now.

Besides, it's amused.]

You think that my body is limited by my imagination?

I would be delighted to have you prove me wrong.

Ahh, but once I become aware of an appendage or somesuch I can, of course, imagine it then.

Besides, as entertaining as it would be to watch you go mad with the attempt to comprehend the reality of myself, your wish rather makes that impossible for this month.

I'm sure that once the month is through and you deny me to maintain this wish that you'll show me many horrifying things that will sicken me beyond belief.

But in the meantime...

[He dusts himself off, moving to walk away.]

Sicken you beyond belief is a rather... tame description of how it would affect a human.

[It'll just. Follow you. You wished it here, Twister, you can entertain the thing.]

I don't suppose you're going to let me get on with my day undisturbed, are you?

You're the reason I'm here, are you not?

Yes, but out of hatred towards me I'd assumed that you'd prefer to spend your time with someone else.

But you'd prefer for me to be elsewhere. Therefore...

How can you be certain that I'd prefer for you to be elsewhere and am not currently taking joy in your presence?

Oh, I don't know. Because I can read your mind?

That's rather rude and intrusive.

That's the nature of what I am.

No wonder the others of your kind found you insufferable.