[Forward-dated to the Murder Mystery Plot.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[For the moment, there is only white, with no end or definition.

Well, white and the figure within it, at least. The creature's... least favorite pet, and its favorite all in the same motion.

Not showing itself yet, the creature speaks as the other awakens in this place, voice ringing with that of every pet it has, has had, will have.]

I hope you don't mind the décor, my dear. Not really your thing, is it? But nonetheless.

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[fuckdemocracy]

No. But I rather like him, so do try to keep him alive.

[monocle_layton]

I'm not sure why you take such pleasure in all the Clives, if I'm honest.

[fuckdemocracy]

Why wouldn't I? You seem to enjoy them all well enough.

[...it smirks.]

You seemed to take rather well to Archaeopteryx, particularly. I've never seen anyone be fisted by someone so soon after meeting them. Congratulations on that, my dear.

[monocle_layton]

I can't imagine that you've observed all that many fistings at all, really. Other than the ones that have undoubtedly happened here.

[fuckdemocracy]

You'd be surprised at all the things I can see, Twister.

[monocle_layton]

Well, you must have some views into other worlds in order to bring us here, so I'm not that surprised.

[fuckdemocracy]

Hmm.

But with everything I've seen, I still can't figure out why so many are drawn to you.

[monocle_layton]

If you ever figure it out, then please do relay the information to me. I'd be interested to know.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It snorts and inches closer.]

Perhaps...

[There. May have been a tongue. A very long, thin, tongue. It may also have just flicked out and licked up Monocle's cheek.]

[monocle_layton]

My word. That's certainly not something you've learned from any of the Clives.

[fuckdemocracy]

All myself, yes.

[As is the smirk. Considering the amount of teeth and how sharp they are.]

[monocle_layton]

What inspired you to think that was an appropriate choice?

[fuckdemocracy]

I wanted to see if there was anything appealing about you in that sense.

[monocle_layton]

You want to sleep with me?

[fuckdemocracy]

What, you think that'd answer the question?

[monocle_layton]

Sometimes it does, though I wouldn't recommend it for you personally.

[fuckdemocracy]

Why not? Scared?

[That tongue's back on show, curling around the rows of teeth.]

[monocle_layton]

No, I'm just unsure how sexual desire would affect a being such as yourself.

[fuckdemocracy]

Wouldn't you like to see?

[monocle_layton]

I would be interested, good land.

[fuckdemocracy]

I prefer 'lord', personally.

[It chuckles lowly, tongue stretching out to coil around Monocle's neck.]

[monocle_layton]

[Doesn't look down at the tongue.]

The land itself is not referred to as 'lord'. That title is more fitted to the person who governs over it.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It withdraws its tongue to talk.]

Which is myself. You lead in name only. I control the place.

[monocle_layton]

I believe we could come to some kind of agreement about that.

[fuckdemocracy]

Hmm.

[It puts its hand on Monocle's chest - and that hand has claws. Sense memory might remind Monocle of the fact that it tore his throat out with those claws, even if he can't necessarily consciously remember.]