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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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[He calms himself, wiping the blood away.]

By continuing to kill me and revive me. As I've said before, forgive me for not being scared. I'm aware that while you cause me great pain, nothing you do will be permanent. And if it is, then I will be dead and therefore cease to have a say in the matter anyway.

...perhaps I ought to turn to others to punish you. Tyrannus, perhaps, or Petrel.

Don't you dare do anything to Trya-

...Who's Petrel?

[Oh, hey? Hey, Peacock? You kind of haven't used that card yet. Twister still doesn't know about Petrel yet. enjoy ruining his life. :D]

Petrel is your Clive. Currently in the possession of one Russian Roulette.

[Actual liferuiner Peacock, go.]

[If the reaction you were expecting to this was for Twister to physically lift you from the ground and slam you against the wall of the corridor then congratulations, you got your wish.]

How are you bring my Clive here, you little shit!

[It's all fun and games when it involves people from everyone else's dimensions, but apparently the same does not apply when you bring people in from his own.]

And leave him with Roulette, no less! This is... this is too far!

[And if you weren't expecting to be thrown off it into the opposite wall, Twister, you clearly don't know Peacock well enough.

When it speaks, though, its voice is low and practically icy as it leaves Twister pinned against the wall.]

You do not have the right to question my choice of residents. I will bring whoever I like. I am the one who rules this place - democracy is a rather human idea, after all, and I think it is rather firmly established at this point that I am not human, and nor do I subscribe to your pitiful little ideas - and it is entirely up to my discretion who comes here.

If you wish to regain him so much, it is Roulette you need to speak to. But by your own little human logic, there's no reason that he ought not keep Petrel, given your hold over Tyrannus.

...Send him back.

Please...!

[It slams Twister into the ceiling and then the floor.]

No.

I shall keep him as long as I like.

I will do anything you want...

[Also, I don't think my bones are all where they should be at this point.]

There is nothing I want from you.

[Fuck you and your bones. Shut up complaining.]

There must be something or else you wouldn't be baiting me...!

I'm not baiting you. I commented that perhaps I should punish those two for the way you act.

...And if I behave?

I will refrain from throwing them around the place. But Petrel will remain here.

V-very well...

...I suppose that it is my own business to deal with Roulette.

Quite.

[It pauses, watching him.]

Be aware - should you misbehave, I think perhaps Tyrannus may not continue to remain here.

Very well.

You seem rather more accepting of that idea than the idea of Petrel residing with Roulette.

...

I do not want to discuss this with you.

[Which is a moot point, consider the mind reading.]

[The throwing him into the wall is almost casual this time.]

How about now?

Why should you even care about how I regard the Clives?

...Unless it's all about getting me to listen to you.

[This is going to be a long night. With much slamming against walls.]

I'm interested in how best to punish you.

[Enjoy the ceiling again.]

The ceiling is... a l-lovely choice... I must confess...

[Unsure if being sarcastic or delusional that this point.]

Hmm.

[It flashes sharp teeth, pulling Twister closer in midair so that it can flick out its tongue and taste the blood he's coughed up.]

Perhaps I should cut out the corridor and simply twist you around inside.

...Do that and you'd... be breaking your restrictions...

[It's more a desperate plea than not learning the rules by this point.]