Okay, one minute I'm getting my ass fried, and the next I'm in some clinic with some creepy nurses!

WHERE'S THAT GUY WITH THE TAIL?! We have a score to settle!

Hello, Vatheon.

[Ky's carefully formal, seated at his desk with the SFC set up to create a very formal atmosphere.]

I'm Ky Kiske, and I don't represent any formal group. Nonetheless, I was hoping that you might take the time to answer a few questions. We all live in this place together, and I think there are some steps that can be taken to make this more of a community and a community where we can feel safer.

You can answer either verbally or with a written response of your own, but either way I would appreciate the opportunity to discuss your answers with you, to determine what nuance there is.

[He pauses, then sends out the questions by text.]

1. What is the most severe crime where you come from?

2. What is your society's stance on murder?

3. What keeps you from murdering people? (Is it concern for the consequences or concern on a moral level?)

4. Have you ever found yourself on the "wrong side of the law"?

5. What is your experience with courts or judges?

6. Would you volunteer for jury duty if it was asked of you?

[He inserts a brief explanation of a jury here.]

7. Do you presume innocence or guilt in a case where someone has been accused of a crime?

[He switches back to video.]

Thank you for your time.

[The feed begins and the image that appears on screen is that of a red headed woman, her normally fearsome demeanor tempered slightly by the haziness having been brought back to consciousness after a period of particularly deep sleep. Mitsuru takes a deep breath and starts speaking]

I apologise for anybody who was looking to get into contact with me, I fell asleep.

[That explanation would suffice for now. Surely the people who had been here long enough did not need more than that. She continues to address the network.]

Now that I have awakened, there are things that I need to tend to. Starting with the most mundane.

[Mitsuru's normally perfectly coiffured red hair is now longer and in need of attention.]

... I require assistance with my hair. It is longer than I would like and requires some tending to. Preferably at the hands of a professional. I would hope Vatheon has someone with those skills and are willing to assist me. Thank you.

[The feed ends.]

---

[Mitsuru's quietly sitting in the lounge of the dorms, slowly getting used to the idea of being awake. Being asleep for such long periods of time is something she could never ever manage and for now staying awake is a task in itself.

There's a full cup of tea on the table in front of her, untouched and undrunk. She prepared it just a moment ago so the steam is still rising steadily from it. All signs point to drinking that tea being a good idea but Mitsuru's simply choosing to look at it as if she were in a daze. She could tell many things had happened while she was asleep so she was going to wait to hear an explanation from someone she trusted.

For the time being, Mitsuru's just going to have a staring contest with her teacup, as if she'd be able to divine some knowledge from it. Just like the mystics, except she doubted that the mystics used earl grey. Not like she was expecting any actual knowledge from it, but rather it was a game she was going to play to get herself to stay awake.]

Th--- that wasn't funny. April Fool's is supposed to be a fun day. At home we tack fish on each others' backs, trying not to be noticed when doing it, and call them April Fish. Big bro France likes to play jokes on us every year. He kidnapped me a few times and he runs around naked. Ve, Big bro really seems to like this day.

B-but that murder stuff was scary!

I want to go out and meet up with Japan and Prussia - Japan thought it would be fun and I do too -, but I'm not sure I want to go outside just yet.

[Hi Vatheon. Yup. This informant is on camera yet again and he's twirling around in his chair. He looks thoughtful this time, calm and reserved. He's holding a white king to his mouth and doesn't speak for quite a while.]

I always wonder what determines a society's legal bracket. From the world I came from, there was no historical evidence of a truly anarchy society. There was always some form of basic organization and authority. Whether you want to use the word king, ruler, leader, god, lord, prince, queen, majesty- it doesn't really matter. They all entail the same thing. They entail that the person in question is greater than you for some reason. Maybe they had the lucky draw of being born to a prestigious family or perhaps they had the wit of a thousand battles strong and knew how to deal with a society.

But what truly astounds me is the fact that Vatheon remains to be a peaceful society of well-mannered individuals who do not seek neither a leader to rule over them nor do any of them seem interested in being that very leader. Not to say that we live in a barbaric society in the city of Vatheon but it does make me wonder where legislation comes into place.

I mean, no one can truly punish any one here. The moral system is totally obscured by various worlds and opinions. Where murder is unacceptable on one world, it is a given on another. The same goes for everything else. And what of religion? What of God? What of death?

I still wonder if murder is truly a horrible thing in a world where you can't really die. Does it serve the same moral destruction that it might in some worlds- most worlds?

And anyway, who is to deliver the hand of punishment? Maybe that was Vatheon's plan all along. To create a society in which you are your own king. You are your own law. You serve your own justice. An eye for an eye sort of thing.

After all, who is to stop someone from having sex right out in the open on the fountain? Who is to stop someone from going into a crowded area with a loaded machine gun and going trigger happy on the citizens? Who is to stop someone from--

[He stops himself, having grown a bit more feverish and excited during this whole conversation, now clenching that king into his palm.]

Technically, nothing is illegal here. So who is to judge? Who is to punish? Does anyone even deserve being the one to determine what should be punished or not? It's all perspective. No one can say for sure that purple isn't blue. That kind of thing, right?

Eheh. I'm sorry Vatheon.

I know you're lost in your own perfect bubble of an on-going world of peace and utmost deliverance that could be from the gods themselves.

I shouldn't disturb such a peace.

[A heavy sigh and he gently sets the piece down onto a complicated board of chest- one that looks like quite a few pushed together. Well hey, quite a few people had gotten him game sets for Christmas. He had to use them properly.]

But then again, that's what psychological studies are for, aren't they? And I feel like I would only be neglecting my position of obligation in not pursuing such investigations.

I feel like a God lately. [He looks up into the camera and his mouth turns into a wicked grin.]

Who knows? Maybe I am.

[At first the video is blurry as the communicator is being vigorously shaken then there's a close up of eyes and what appears to be an orange duckbill.]


Where am I? What isth going on here? Who painted on my tail?!


[The view shifts briefly to show a flash of a black tail with Vatheon's mark even blacker on it. Then you see an angry looking... duck.]


I demand to know what'sth going on!!

[Zelda had waited for an entire day for one of the trolls to post a general warning for the populace before realizing that Signless was currently unconscious and Dolorosa was no longer in Vatheon. It was likely that the other trolls were too caught up in planning a defense to remember to warn everyone, she decided. Far be it from her to leave people uninformed. Zelda will simply take care of it herself.]

Hello, Vatheon. One of the new arrivals this cycle is extremely dangerous and capable of inflicting a sort of mental attack on those that stand against him, bringing their fears to life. He is very unstable. I am speaking about the Grand Highblood, the one who posted a video just yesterday saying "I can see you".

[No, she won't add the "motherfucking".]

I have not experienced his powers personally, but I was warned against engaging him very strongly the last time he was present. I now pass this warning along to anyone who was not aware. Be very cautious if you choose to do so anyway.

[ Your screen is black. At first you might think it's a glitch, but you're wrong! It's a writhing mass of black...stuff, strands, and it's impossible to tell what it is at first until finally cracks of light cut through and the strands of black peel away from the screen like wet hair.

Which is...what it is. Beads of water speckle the screen and the screen shakes violently as it hits the ground, showing you, The Viewer, who it all motherfucking belongs to.

Despite the curtain of sopping wet hair, his face is very visible, and very pissed off. This is a huge troll, though his size is hard to gauge from the screen itself. His body is hunched over, the muscles in his overgrown arms tense and flexing, the purple sheen of his armor gleaming through the matted tendrils of hair. His teeth are clenched, eyes wide in a brief moment of shock -- bright red, and they're swiveling around in their sockets trying to take in the bright lights that are not searing his skin and sensitive eyeballs, and the new sights around him that just up and appeared the fuck out of nowhere!

He lets out a raspy barking sound, growling and clenching his teeth so hard that one of his fangs pierce his gums, a thin trail of indigo sliding down over his lip and chin. Then he takes a breath, suddenly going very still, the only movement being the large drops of water dripping off his person. Then suddenly, his eyeball swivels down towards the screen, still wide from the overall shock. His voice is low, but clear to all that are even bothering to listen: ]

I motherfucking SEE YOU...

[ He should be doing something else but a shiny new idea crosses his mind. It's mostly directed at his roommates, Heavy and Medic, but this is Italy. He's kinda dumb and very laid back. ]

I'm thinking of starting up a small bakery here, but first official order of business:

Can I have a kitty?

Please please please~~~! Germany never let me have a kitty in his house, but I love kitties so much!