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[ Crawling through the vents, you'll find it the air to be heavy; something resounds at the very base, something that must be underneath the Game Tower, but you're not certain exactly what it could be - still, the lubdub, lubdub of it all sounds strangely like it could be a heartbeat.

The building trembles, just as you crawl over a vent: conveniently, it opens, and you find yourself falling into a dimly lit room, with nothing to cushion your fall. It's not a particularly tall room, but with how small you are, that's going to hurt pretty bad. There is a large plasma screen that goes wall to wall hooked to the farthest end from them - aside from that, the room is empty, despite the lubdub rhythmic thrum of electricity. The room is perhaps surprisingly warm.

On the big screen, a young woman sits in a completely different room: it looks like a quaint, wooden floored bedroom, with the walls painted a pleasant pastel pink and stuffed animals on the bed. The young woman sits daintily on a wooden chair with a teddy bear on her lap; when she opens her mouth, her words betray her otherwise pleasantly girlish voice: ]

Can a girl do fucking anything around here without someone trying to break in!? What the everloving fuck do you want, shitheads.

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[yeah, that. Definitely hurt— though he instinctively tucks and rolls to catch some of the blow. But he’s going to feel that in tomorrow]

— not this. What the fuck?

[he does not account for griffin in this]

[It's okay, he's just the size of a german shepherd now!

He's in freefall, but-- a number of swords materialize out of the air. His talons catch on one, Stabilized, then leap to the other, and another, until

he lands safely on his feet. What the heckin hell is this, though. Bristling, the griffin puffs his mane out and stretches his wings to make himself appear larger, growling at the unfamiliar girl.]

That's what I want to know! Get out of here! Get! I already have to start cleaning up after you sorry shitrags, with noooo thanks at all, whatsoever, so get out!

[ with a SNORT ]

And ew, you brought a - dog? With you? What the fuck? Can you like, not?? Please get the fuck out. See, I'm even saying please, so you are legally motherfucking obligated to do it.

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[quick judgment call: this is his first time back stage.

There’s an image to present and— fuck this would be a lot easier if Griffin weren’t a damn chimera.

He’s going to have to figure out a good story here, and fast.]

I literally can’t. I’ve got an image to protect. If I just listened any time people said please, they’d get the idea that I’m polite.

But hey, good news is we weren’t looking for you.

[The griffin is about to be very helpful to the conversation

by going BARK BARK BARK BARK!!! and running at the screen like an attack dog.]

Yeah, great, that's totally fucking helpful. Here then, I'll help you! Sound like a plan?

[ abruptly, you'll find the floor tiles under you lifting up at the same time that the ceiling starts to come down. you've seen this movie before. ]

[fuck. He’s scanning the room for a weakness or a spot to hide, with a brief flash of red in his eyes... if powers work. But for now,]

For fuck’s sake, Griffin....

We’re not helpful. Why the fuck are you in a rush? You mentioned cleaning up after us. Last time we were in here was for the memory game, days ago.

You that slow of a cleaner?

[The griffin has opted to ignore the danger of being smushed between the floor and ceiling.

The griffin is trying to bite the TV.]

[ the TV is a flat surface and particularly hard to bite as no edges have been provided.

however, touching the TV results in getting electrocuted (lightly). have fun you stupid dog ]

Are you fucking serious, are you that slow? No, idiot, I'm not cleaning that up. I'm talking about the fucking mess you guys are all making out there, right now, in my fucking city! Do you think that shit just ~magically~ fixes itself!? Moron!

[you know what, he’s just going to kyodoimos din griffin to buy some time.

Don’t fucking spam Appel, please]

Knock it off, Griffin!

You mean the crater? You might need to spell it out for me. ‘Cause that’s the only mess I can think of.

Unless you hate parties and fun.

[You know what, getting zapped and then getting his eardrums blasted? That makes him reel back. The griffin's ears flatten as he struggles to fight the dizzy spell, woofing and hissing irritably.

Stupid TV just let him break you!!]

No, dumbass.

[ instantly, the television flashes back to Malik's Live, where he and several others are spraycanning the televisions. ]

Our live is literally property damage. “Don’t do the thing we told you to do to get cold hard cash.” I can think of at least 10 different ways we’ve been encouraged to do things like this.

Seriously?

Who are you?

[The girl on the TV disappeared.

...well who does he bite now...........

Hey, is the floor moving? Is that the dizziness talking, or-- like, when did this start. Ceiling, too. The griffin paws the floor, wary.

Maybe he can summon a sword to throw up at the ceiling, that'll do it. Yeah.]

[ the TV flickers back to the girl - ]

You could destroy literally fucking anything else, fucknugget! Anyway, I'm not the one who decided to give you that Live! No one asked me for my fucking opinion!

[ with a huff - despite the angry tone, her face doesn't quite match it, looking just Peeved (TM) more than anything. ]

Who am I? Who - Hey, you fucking mutt, can you fucking not.

He literally can’t understand you. He’s a bundle of rage right now, which is why we’re here.

[gonna try— placing a hand on him. Hold it for a second—]

Stop squishing the room. We just wanna talk. Or me. I just wanna talk. He’s fucking lousy for it.Then we’ll get out of here.

And we could not destroy some things, but it’s not like you fucking gave us any guidance on what’s okay or not.

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[The griffin growls at being touched, 'cause it's not like it has any fond memories of Jay either!! The only reason he hasn't bitten you yet is because you got him in here.

But if he's not gonna make himself useful by finding a way to let him bite the girl in the TV, the griffin's just gonna slink away from him and start sniffing at the corners of the room, looking for a way out from the shrinking deathtrap.]

Maybe I don't wanna fucking talk to you shitrags, ever thought about that?

[ but, there's a pause: the ceiling and floor stop moving, leaving fairly little breathing room for the two of you now. ]

Fine. What.

[hey, it’s breathing room.]

Fine. Tell me what you don’t want destroyed. I could take anyone on Bad End— or any unit.

[Huh. It stopped. It's kinda claustrophobic in here, huh.

The griffin's still not a fan of Jay being in his space... puffs out his wings to nudge him further away.]

Why, so you can just avoid 'em out of the goodness of your heart? How do I know you're not just going to wreck those places specifically, just to fuck with me? Fucking sounds like your style, if you ask me.

Edited 2019-11-03 03:38 (UTC)

[he considers for a moment.]

If it sounds like my style, it sounds like you’re reading too much into me being Bad End than anything about me.

What, you can’t figure out a good way to test if I’m being sincere, here?

[You know what, if the threat of being crushed is gone, and Jay isn't trying to make another move on him, the griffin's going to keep trying to scratch at the TV - zaps and all.

Seriously why is he even here. He's so annoying. ZZZap. ZZZZAP.]

All of you always want something.

Tell me what you're looking for first and I'll tell you. How's that?

[at least she gets that.]

You’ll tell me, in exchange for me stopping people from destroying the things you want us to stop fucking with?

[a glance at griffin. They came here for nemesis and hurricane, but]

Where’s the dungeon set that everyone’s got their eyes on?

You tell me that, and I’ll personally stop anyone from messing with your city.

[All this while this very determined dogbirdcat is repeatedly electrocuting himself trying to dent the TV.

If clawing won't work, maybe smacking it will. ZZZAP. ZZZZAAPP! His fur is staticky from so many electric jolts.]

[ why is this dog so fucking stupid ]

Dungeon set? Dungeon set, dungeon set . . .

[ thoughtful ]

If you're looking for it here, it must be part of a game.

[ there's a pause, as the gears turn. finally: ]

You're talking about the House of Mirth. Did you avoid it or something when you were playing?

[considers for a second— then.]

The fucking ghost murder house?

No, didn’t avoid that place at all.

So we could get there— and the shit I heard about the owner wasn’t an exaggeration.

If there's a way you can get there, chief, this ain't it. It hasn't been connected to me since the game ended.

[ with a shrug, motion somewhat janky ]

Oh, you're looking for the fucking kids. Yeah, not gonna find them here - try, like, literally anywhere else?

— you’re the fucking game tower.

[ *giggle* *giggle* ]

Wow, someone here's got two brain cells! More than I can say about your other half, here.

[he looks at griffin, and then offers a shrug.]

Look, he’s normally at least smart enough to not actively hurt himself over something this dumb.

But alright. You want me to keep people from destroying shit around you? I can do that.

Thaaaanks ♥ Make sure you don't wreck the hotel either, 'kay? Place is a pain in the ass to clean up.

Consider it a gesture of good will.

Can I get a name, if we’re gonna make this deal official?

♥

Can’t blame a guy for trying.

Hotel and area around here.

Got it. Now... can you show us the exit?

Dumbass.

One exit, coming up ♥

[ with a flip of her hand - this time, the tiles move underneath you to flip like a trapdoor: by the end, you're suddenly in . . .

the hotel lobby? ]

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