Badfic Manor

[The feed comes on at a upward angle, catching the familiar visage of the resident illusionist, Rokudo Mukuro. He doesn't appear to be particularly aware that's he's being recorded, simply reading something leisurely in the library. Nothing happens for a few moments, but then... some almost comical-looking cat can be seen floating in the distant background, followed by an assortment of other random objects that come and vanish at random.

Without so much as blinking, or bothering to stop reading his book, the kanji numeral in his eye switched from a six to a one, and the cat suddenly contorts into some kind of scaly lizard-like abomination and rushes at something off-screen. A little child's yelp in surprise can be heard as can the scampering of little feet.

Mukuro casually turns the page in his book before boredly chastising the other member int he room.]

How many times have I told you, don't use illusions in the house unless you are sure your illusions are stronger than those in the vicinity. It is unwise to give up your perception so carelessly.

[After another moment he seems to notice the flashing light of the blackberry and glances over, there's a brief smile and he cuts the feed before going back to his book.]

[And whatever you all were doing it is no longer important because Mukuro is on the screen, looking mighty irritated. Well... at least as irritated as he CAN look... which, given his perpetual smile, comes off as being more perturbed than irate. However, that doesn't matter, something is at hand that needs to dealt with immediately and he doesn't have time for pleasantries.]

Judging by the other feeds I assume it is safe to say a bit of a swap of abilities has been done.

[He leans forward to the screen intently, his smile becoming just a hint harsher]

I need to know who has the first path of hell. You will know who you are. It is imperative to a dear friend of mine's life that I teach you how to utilize it.

[He starts to turn as goes to shut the feed off but pauses giving a brief glance at the blackberry for one more moment- his expression unusually serious.]

...and as for those of you that encountered me the other week, I think it is best for all parties, that it be forgotten.

[and he clicks the feed off.]

[Anyone in the halls will see Mukuro casually strolling around, looking for his subordinates. His eye has the kanji numeral 'four' in it, and is glowing with a bizarre sort of purple flame. monsters and such occasionally come at him, though he makes short work of them, striking pressure points and such with deadly accuracy, and surprising force given his small frame.]

( private to Fran and Chrome )


( private to Saguru )

[Well as expected after his fantastic little display yesterday- Mukuro was planning to make one of his usual brilliant escapes... it would have gone flawlessly if there was actually anywhere to escape to. Once he discovered that it was impossible to physically get out of the prison, he surrendered to the guards who put him into solitary confinement... a pathetic excuse for solitary confinement., at least compared to the pickle jar his confinement in Vendice.

He’s gracelessly tossed outside into the exercise area, ah perfect timing to be released. He seems unfazed by everything, just contently taking a deep breath of the outside air... that is until a feed catches his attention...

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Standing before Mukuro and two groups of people (including Belphegor) is a small teal-haired boy in a bizarre large apple hat. Mukuro waves to the boy in greeting.

The boy's only reaction is to rub his eyes in disbelief.

"Crap. I'm seeing fairies." suddenly the boy goes into a strange dance-like movement, "Ombra kokka dombra kokko! Begone fairies!"

Belphegor's group go into a bit of an uproar calling out in shock and disbelief that the kid doesn't recognize them for one reason or another- which Mukuro only laughs at.

"Kufufufu, you Varia don't leave much impression." He turns to address the boy, "Fran, it's me! You recognize your teacher don't you?"

They boy pauses his little dance and looks at Mukuro, it appears as though he recognizes. The boy speaks again.

"You startled me. This is shocking." Mukuro smiles broadly. Sucks to be Varia.... that is... until the boy continues, "Way up in the mountains I didn't expect to find... a pineapple fairy."

Mukuro instantly has to be held back from going after the boy with his trident, and the Varia immediately go into a ROAR of laughter, calling out jeers at Mukuro's expense.
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All of Mukuro's hate. Focused on his blackberry. He vowed that one day... he would make the author suffer for this. Suffer like he has never made anyone suffer before.]

[The feed comes on to Mukuro sitting idly at the kitchen table, enjoying a small cup of coffee. He's looking a bit thinner to those that knew him before... two years in a pickle jar will do that. Per usual he's masking his irritation of being back in this place quite well. It figures that he would be freed from one prison only to be transported to another... and of course there was the condition in which he left things. He needed to do some damage control.]

Hello, please pardon my interruption but it seems I have been... allowed to return to my world for a number of years. As I recall time here passes differently and I would very much like to know how long I have been missing.

Also regarding my behavior upon my last stay here. I would like to sincerely [pffft... sincerely.] apologize for my actions both as a child and the incident that happened the following week. I suppose you could say... that I wasn't in my right mind. Thank you for your time.

[And with a slight bow of his head he ends the feed]

Oh where are you my little friend? It's such a shame that you've gone and run after our little game! KUAHAHAHAHA! It's my turn now!

[Mukuro walks dawn the hall with a bit of a limp, his right foot burned from the events with Dean, though it's difficult to tell the injuries on the right side of his body it having gone completely black.His shirt is cut open and it doesn't look like he's eaten in a few days not since Dean had taken him prisoner, also the number "69" has be burned into his abdomen. There's also nasty stab wound on his right shoulder. His right eye displays the Kanji numeral 'five', though it's bloodied and irritated.

As he outright laughs he rakes his trident along the wall. Whatever pain he SHOULD be feeling is either not registering, or he simply doesn't care enough to acknowledge it.]

Come one now, lets have some GODDAMN FUN in this wretched place! Come on! Anybody! Let's see what you have!

((OOC:After the events following his torture through Dean, Mukuro has finally lost it and been let loose upon the manor. just as planned He's in the 5th path of hell, which makes him go just a touch crazy, put that on top of a few days of torture and you have mass murderer looking to purge the manor of EVERYTHING THAT LIVES. If you can't defend yourself properly he will either kill you or maul you and leave you for dead, so PLEASE have some sort of plan of you tag here, or contact me to see how he'd react to certain things))

[Well after he took a FABULOUS shower and got dressed in his FABULOUSLY clean clothes, Mukuro was greeted but the not-so-fabulous sound of a screaming child. Of course he wasted no time in trying to simply illusion the creature out of existence... which is VERY bad parenting skills.]

[Video feed starts]

[There's a child standing in the center of Mukuro's room. He's pale, thin, and looks almost sickly, the fact that he's in hospital garb probably only adds to the effect. He doesn't seem to be aware of the change of environment just yet, he's too fascinated with the warm red substance on his hand. He's covered in blood, and judging by the weapon in his hand and the smile on his face, it's not his blood. He looks up to where the other two boys had been previously only to see the blackberry where they stood. He walks over to it, the unnervingly calm smile not leaving his face. He just looks at it a moment, and pulls off the bandage over his right eye revealing a swollen and irritated stitched in red eye with the Kanji numeral 1 in it.]

Kufufufu...

[Mukuro raises the weapon over his head and brings it down on the blackberry, destroying it. Trying to figure out exactly what's going on he strolls out into the hallway, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in his wake.]

((OOC: As stated in the OOC post- Mukuro is RIGHT in the middle of a MAJOR psychotic break, and doesn't have full control over his powers yet. He will also not hesitate to lash out at anyone who he will deem a threat... or a bad person... and his logic about figuring out who is a threat and who's bad is kind of WARPED, so consider yourself warned))

[The feed comes on to Mukuro in a room full of blue and black streamers. He's walking in looking rather pleased with all the extravagant decor]

It seems the Author has taken measures into her own hands in regards to my birthday what a pleasant surpri-

[Mukuro's face twitches a bit and his neck goes a bit rigid when he spots the cake, of course the culture reference is lost on him, but the prominent pineapple is not. He is WELL VERSED in the joke about his hair. He looks up towards the ceiling as if that was a direct link to the Author]

My dearest Author~ I do believe this joke has gotten rather old. You wouldn't want someone to challenge your taste in humor now would you?

[He looks down at the camera again, having regained his composure, though his smile never left his face]

If someone would like the cake please feel free to come and take it. I have no use for it.

[And he turns to leave the room, turning off the blackberry.]

[The screen comes on to Mukuro sitting happily outside gingerly taking part of a rather elaborate ice cream sundae... and right next to it... yeah you guessed it: a martini. He seems quite relaxed, and looks to be enjoying himself. He's not exactly as pristine as usual though- his clothes and hair are still perfect as usual... however there's a splatter of blood from his cheek across the bridge of his nose that he doesn't seem to notice. He looks to the blackberry with his ever-present smile like he didn't have a care in the world.]

Hmmm.... this week doesn't seem to be quite as... relaxed as last week. A pity. [martini sip] Though the break from routine is rather welcome. this place would be rather dull otherwise.

[He moves to turn the blackberry off, accidentally showing a rather large pile of monster bodies behind him]