arcanarum

[ His legs are back to their normal length, meaning he can again reach the doorknob without the assistance of a box to stand on. The addition of horns that curled out of his black hair wasn't exactly what he considered to be a fair tradeoff for the regain of his body's height, but he hadn't had much personal say in the matter. Now that his feet are back on dry land, and the seasickness had abated, Avenger feels in the correct temperament to annoy the network: ]

fun fact:

after all that crap involving the ship and ghostly pirates trying to make us jump off a plank into the sea, we have apparently been "compensated" for our troubles!
you know that weird door that showed up in our houses awhile back without anybody sending in a request for a few islandwide housing renovations?
it's been unlocked
as the little note oh so kindly informed us all. or at least, that's what mine said. i don't want to be the odd one left out here.

so folks.
anybody been reckless enough to walk inside yet?

[ Also to gather some information from the other inhabitants. ]

vongolastorm

[Well. Fuck.

He doesn't remember drinking, but he must really be some kind of inebriated. After all, it looks like his feet can't reach the floor. What is even up with that? But he sure doesn't feel like he had another round of Not So Sober fun time or else his head would be pounding. Hard. So, why does it seem like he's suddenly been hit with the Screwy Vision Syndrome?

He honestly doesn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol the day before. Which is pretty amazing considering his record ever since the Tenth arrived on the island. No, he is not going to think about that. That's just bad business all around. Can't he live a peaceful life where he doesn't have to deal with all this conflicted emotional bullcrap?

Apparently not. And where the hell did Hiba-chan go? He normally wakes up to the pup's teeth clamped around his ankle. Well, whatever. He must have ran off somewhere. It's going to be Spring soon, so isn't that sort of a red flag for Animals Gone Wild? Then again, do puppies even mate so early on? Why is he even thinking about this? What is wrong with him today?

Sliding off of the bed, the silverette rubs the back of his neck wearily as he takes a good glance around the room. But, hold on, what's this? Was that door there before? Holy shit, he must really be drunk. Shaking his head, he trudges his way out of his room deciding coffee might be a nice way to wake himself up. Maybe it'll fix his goddamn vision because everything looks so much... taller.

Wait. That isn't right. Even if his vision's messed up, there's no plausible explanation for the ridiculous height differentiation between him and the surrounding objects.] What th—

[Mirror.

He needs a mirror stat. Where the fuck does a guy find a mirror at a time like this?

Compact. Right. That's exactly where. Grabbing the small pink device off of the coffee table where he'd last left it, he flips it open in a rush, unknowingly pressing one of the many buttons on it.]

...... [eye twitch] Awh, hell no. [god does he wish he was drunk right now]

I'M A FUCKIN' MIDGET!!!

untilavalon

If it wouldn't be much trouble, would whatever so-called "rulers" who have caused this mishap please kindly explain beyond this ridiculous letter?

[A sour-faced king is on screen today-- though the face is much younger than usual! Saber appears about ten years old, which isn't too different from her normal forever-fifteen face, but her height is, well.

...well she still looks young and small, but that isn't really the point. Saber certainly knows she wasn't ten before she woke up, and that she wasn't wearing some royal uniform with shorts.]

Where is this place and what magic am I under? I demand some sort of response! What cowards take a hostage without showing their face?!

destructiveprinciple

[LOCKED TO BAZETT]

hypothetically speaking, lady
would you be less or more angry if i did something that would massively piss you off
but told you 'bout it right away.
uh
actually scratch the 'hypothetically.'

[No, he didn't kill anybody. In case she was thinking it, he kept his word and killed nobody. He happened to give her boss a nice, blooming flower of a black eye and a range of other bruises, that's all. His logic had made sense at the time.

The former Servant's not exactly looking forward to this discussion, but it's damage control.]

destructiveprinciple

( warning for murder and blood which is basically an warning for Avenger )

[text]
i'm bored.

[He typed idly onto the compact and sent on the network. He'd woken up in the dungeons of the castle after being captured, cold and dark and after several attempts to locate an escape, had given up in frustration and now was seated poor-postured with his back pressed against one wall and legs tucked up against his chest. When finding an exit had fallen through, the former Servant had tried breaking out with his swords but had failed at that as well. So now he was left to be bored and disgruntled alone in the jail. It was not an unfamiliar situation even if retaining his body's shape was the unusual part of it.

Dried blood had crusted and itched on his skin. They hadn't thought to give him a bath before tossing him into the joint. Asses.

Who knew the Rulers could make their jails so secure?

Two hours later:]

still bored. there's nothing to do here.

[Except he's not because he knows what a torture absolute boredom is, and this isn't it. Avenger's complaints were empty and made largely for the novelty of it: he'd never been imprisoned while having the chance to complain to someone else about it before.

Soon, he dozed off into a light slumber.

Oh, Avenger if only you knew this was only one part of your punishment for breaking the rules. The next four days will be an excise in the Rulers' showing their displeasure. (His dignity will suffer greatly.)

But you'll know soon enough.

Six hours later, a question was simply as a method to kill the time until he was released:]

what would you deem a "correct way to live?"

or if you don't give a crap about that sort of thing, how long have some of you guys been here? rate your feelings towards the island on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 being "this place is the pinnacle of some superpowered assholes climbing a mountain of stinkin' garbage and building a home there i want to leave" to 10 being "i think this place is absolutely WONDERFUL and GREAT because I'm a delusional brainwashed weirdo with nowhere else to go".

[Replies from him on answers may or may not be humorous.]

waterformybath

[ At some point yesterday, not long after Judgement's whisper, those living near unit #6 in the Navy District may have heard screaming and yelling that carry on and off for well over an hour. And from the noise, whatever is happening inside is excruciatingly painful. The physical change that the Rulers had punished them with comes in the form of a loss for Howl - he gets the pleasure of having his left eye being gouged out and is left to clean up the blood and mess left behind. Not knowing how to take care of this sort of wound, he ends up wadding cloth over the hole in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

By today, the wound seems to have clotted, but he doesn't dare get out of his bed or show his mutilated face on the network. So unusually for him, he uses the audio function. ]

Is there someone here who knows how to treat...deep scarring? [ His voice seems to be strained. ]

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