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[shadowkin]

I’m not trying to fool anyone?

[Nonplussed, not quite true but also not quite not true, either. He is just being annoying because he is a teenager who may be a little hungry but will only commit cannibalism under rockier conditions.

Anyway. The shrimp is now in a jar smelling strongly of strawberries. This does not help the peckishness.]

Besides, this is easier than having to watch a guy all the time.

[fallingsand]

[ Well, no one is backing him up here, so... Sorry, Shrimptor, he can't help you anymore. ]

[shadowkin]

[It’s okay, Bruno! Probably no one will fry him up with tartar sauce. Probably.]

[impacter]

[He'll be fine so long as people turn him back, dwbi!]

[divineth]

[...All right, all right, he'll help Bruno out. Though being put in timeout as a shrimp is like, the least cruel and unusual punishment Victor could be receiving right now.]

Cid, pray revert him to his original form or I shall do so myself. We have not finished questioning him.

1/2

[shadowkin]

Hmmmmm. That’s a problem, but I guess not one we can’t solve?

Hey, you.

[Cid raises the jar with the shrimp, points a finger at it, annnnd—]

2/2 mild body horror??

[shadowkin]

[—POOF, where there once was a simple shrimp, now there is still a shrimp…… with Victor’s face. Please picture this but with a shrimp instead.

He lightly rattles the jar, which is probably pretty threatening to something a few inches long.]

Now, you answer questions properly, and we’ll get the rest of you back. Got it?

[SMILE. He hands the jar-shrimpman to Urianger without ceremony.]

[revengier]

[ he's been hanging around just watching things this whole time but this?

bruh. ]

[foresightis2020]

[ Obviously just between the serious conversation he just turns around and looks at this like - ]

...I see.

[ I'm crying ]

[leewards]

[Looks anywhere but this fucking tragedy of a play.]

[divineth]

[He






What.]

By the Twelve, Cid, what hast thou wrought?

[AN-Y-WAY, he's going to take the horrifying man-faced shrimp out of the jar and properly turn him back into an actual person.

Seven Hells.]

[troublereduction]

[






Well! That was horrifying, ]

You wanna ask Urianger, or should I?

[divineth]

Thou art welcome to ask. Mine aim was simply to restore his human form at the behest of Bruno.

[He is not immune to the big sad old man eyes.]

[shadowkin]

I was wroughting some help with the interrogation, you know?

[Aw. But it’s okay, he’s already made as much effort as he is ever going to make for information extraction and so he’s washed his hands of it.

May the former shrimp fellow live shortly and not prosper. Teheh.]

[divineth]

The interrogation proceeded apace without the need of crustacean-based intervention.

[fallingsand]

[ Goddd whyyy, as if he didn't have enough nightmare fodder in his life... ]

Thanks, Urianger...

[ ur a real bro ]

[divineth]

[It's okay, the man-faced shrimp can no longer hurt everyone.]

Thou art welcome.

[fellheart]

[ this play really has lost any idea of what genre it's supposed to be, hasn't it? ]

[mirristry]

[it had a genre?]

[fallingsand]

[ EXCUSE??? Bruno jerks back a step in horror. ]

Dios mío, Cid! That's even worse than before!

[shadowkin]

But isn’t it fastest? I couldn’t remember if a shrimp had ears.

[fullspbar]

[ Why. ]

[mirristry]

[He doesn't want to live on this planet anymore]

[1145pm]

[ Tatara zoomed over when he noticed the guy vanished and— ]

—Oof.

[ THAT'S PRETTY HORRIFYING CAN YOU NOT ]

[shadowkin]

I guess becoming a shrimp didn't do him any favors.

[Sorry but you can't improve an ugly mug even if you polish the shell. That's definitely what everyone has a problem with.]