HOOKERY POST THE FOURTH

[was_no_monster]

by which I mean Court continuations! Curse you, captcha.

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[was_no_monster]

[ JUST. THIS FACE. ]

[writhingmassof]

[ LAUGHS ]

My, have I called bad experiences to mind? But that is what made it such a surprise, the application of authority, that you would hold such a role willingly.

[was_no_monster]

I don't have a problem with authority unless it holds itself above the people it's supposed to serve. Our force wasn't an authority so much as we were damage control for the few who came in with intentions to bring harm to others.

[writhingmassof]

[ shrugs one shoulder, kind of an expression of absolutely not understanding but not quite admitting it ]

We served our superiors, no one which could be called "people" by any stretch.

[was_no_monster]

...That sounds like it would be a problem in and of itself.

[writhingmassof]

Oh, we all loved our benevolent and magnanimous overseers,

[ and here there is a noise that cannot possibly be made by a human tongue, sickening and drawing up a bone deep dread, sharp and wet all at once even as it shifts in tone and pitch and nature like indistinguishable syllables ]

[was_no_monster]

[ makes the sort of face one might expect from someone who had just gotten a drink thrown in their face, but didn't want to give any satisfaction by reacting overly much. gross. ]

That isn't precisely what I meant, but fair enough.

[writhingmassof]

[ lifts hir palms, enjoying hirself even if se doesn't laugh out loud ]

It was a rare occasion for them to communicate in direct fashion, regardless, let alone present themselves to intervene. They'd their rules set from the beginning, and haven't cared to change them at least certainly in however many hundreds of years I resided there. The greater concern was what inspired feats their system brought about in others.

[was_no_monster]

...Not unlike here at all, then. Or certain suspicions I've had about home...

[writhingmassof]

No, not unlike here.

[ though it's said with something of a dry bitterness, not quite like an agreement ]

"Home"?

well, he's not *wrong*...

[was_no_monster]

...It was more of a home to me than the place I originally came from was. It didn't really have a name.

[ not one he'd ever willingly used, anyway. he's pretty sure that calling it "the dressing room" was some sort of joke on that one clown of an android's part, anyway... ]

Anyway, my thought had nearly always been that we'd primarily been brought there for someone's entertainment.

HE'S ONTO US

[writhingmassof]

[ Rosario's laugh is always a little off sounding, short and ingenuine, now being no different ]

A view of every street and every corner, just for them to watch the going-ons of each new day!

[was_no_monster]

Perhaps not quite that broadly, but certainly when they had come up with a new way to make us dance for them.

[writhingmassof]

But not the sort in all that time to ever introduce themselves. How shockingly modest.

[was_no_monster]

Assuming I'm correct, I think it was more likely pragmatism. Why let us waste our efforts on resistance of any sort when it's simpler to provide nothing to be worked against?

[writhingmassof]

Self-importance, naturally. But that does run often counter to reason.

[was_no_monster]

[ ...huffs, not quite a full laugh, and gingerly rearranges himself a bit because he's still naked. court, why. ]

I'm well aware.

[writhingmassof]

[ possibly forgot a little that he was naked. laughs, slightly ]

Are you ashamed, dear? I see no reason, I assure you.

[was_no_monster]

With all due respect, I don't find your particular opinion reassuring.