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destructiveprinciple[He'd been standing in the mansion, ready for the end of the wish to come when his Master took the absurdly obvious course of action and broke their contract, and then he'd blinked. In between the time his eyes were shut and his eyes were ope againn, the room he was standing in had changed utterly.
Roughly twelve minutes later, he had found the note and absorbed the confusion of his new surroundings. This island was not anywhere in Fuyuki City, meaning it had nothing to do with the time loops of the dream world he had constructed to keep Bazett satisfied and occupied. Granted, this was a statement of the obvious but he figured it should be noted. He felt awfully human in this place. Ick.]
This here is a new sort of bullshit.
[The video recording shows an unfamiliar lavish room, and standing in that room, facing the communication compact, is the newcomer who's talking. Unruly black hair, yellow eyes, and more noticeable of all, almost every inch of dark skin inscribed with savage glyphs. The reason you can tell this is that is because he's wearing no clothes at all, save for black wrappings around his lower arms and what looks to be a red curtain hanging hastily tore from one of the room's windows, wrapped around his waist. Maybe he's one of those unlucky denizen replacements who turn up naked.]
Soo, does everyone who arrives in this place get this little letter of introduction? [He holds up a rolled-up scroll of aged parchment, waving it in the air and internally, Avenger grimaces. The role he'd been 'brought' here to fulfill was one he knew a tad too well.] I mean, I'd hate to be the odd one out here.
[Talking to a mirror for communication was weird, but whatever it wasn't as weird as it could be. He set the letter back down.]
Now, this whole deal sounds sweet but as nice as the house is, I got more important matters to see to and it's a hassle if I tried to hold a job like that at the same time.
[And then he grins, showing white teeth a little wickedly.] Boss, if you're here too, feel like hitting me up on this mirror-thing? I get that you're [pissed, terrified, reeling, feel like you've been betrayed by someone you regarded as a comrade, doubting your reality for good reason] mad, but c'mon. This is your concerned partner asking after you. You're supposed to respond.
Roughly twelve minutes later, he had found the note and absorbed the confusion of his new surroundings. This island was not anywhere in Fuyuki City, meaning it had nothing to do with the time loops of the dream world he had constructed to keep Bazett satisfied and occupied. Granted, this was a statement of the obvious but he figured it should be noted. He felt awfully human in this place. Ick.]
This here is a new sort of bullshit.
[The video recording shows an unfamiliar lavish room, and standing in that room, facing the communication compact, is the newcomer who's talking. Unruly black hair, yellow eyes, and more noticeable of all, almost every inch of dark skin inscribed with savage glyphs. The reason you can tell this is that is because he's wearing no clothes at all, save for black wrappings around his lower arms and what looks to be a red curtain hanging hastily tore from one of the room's windows, wrapped around his waist. Maybe he's one of those unlucky denizen replacements who turn up naked.]
Soo, does everyone who arrives in this place get this little letter of introduction? [He holds up a rolled-up scroll of aged parchment, waving it in the air and internally, Avenger grimaces. The role he'd been 'brought' here to fulfill was one he knew a tad too well.] I mean, I'd hate to be the odd one out here.
[Talking to a mirror for communication was weird, but whatever it wasn't as weird as it could be. He set the letter back down.]
Now, this whole deal sounds sweet but as nice as the house is, I got more important matters to see to and it's a hassle if I tried to hold a job like that at the same time.
[And then he grins, showing white teeth a little wickedly.] Boss, if you're here too, feel like hitting me up on this mirror-thing? I get that you're [pissed, terrified, reeling, feel like you've been betrayed by someone you regarded as a comrade, doubting your reality for good reason] mad, but c'mon. This is your concerned partner asking after you. You're supposed to respond.