[ Given the fact he'd been locked up before he got here (for all that said confinement had been largely voluntary), Kafka's a little surprised that after all that pomp and circumstance, this old windbag is yelling at him and calling him worthless. It's not like he chose to get dragged through all of this! It's not like he even wanted to be here! For all he knows, when he gets back, the Defense Force is going to think he ran and that's a whole 'nother thing he puts in the 'future Kafka's problem' list as the irons go on and-
Shit. Shit. He can't feel it anymore, can't feel the strange internal switch that'd let him shift between his normal and his monster form. That weird guy muttering turned it off! Hell, how did he even know? Fricking weirdo. Dammit. There is nothing about this that doesn't suck and he's going to be shouting about how much bullshit this is the whole way down to his cell, even if he's not fighting terribly hard. He knows exactly how much use his normal 32 year old body is in a fight without his monster form and don't think he hasn't noticed that they're using fricking MAGIC. ]
1. Roommates [ He gets more shoved than escorted into his new accommodations, and he'll take a moment to shout back at said escort that this is bullcrap and if they didn't want him so much they could just send him home, dammit, but the guy's already gone and honestly, he's a little winded from Everything so he slumps before turning to take a look at the room and-
Oh. Hey. ]
Uh, hi?
2. Recreation Woo ee, that feels better.
[ It's his first time out for 'recreation' and his first time seeing the sky, breathing in fresh air, since he got here. He's just sort of focusing on that for a moment when he realizes that there's a lot more people here than he was expecting. How many people do these idiots have locked up down there? He's going to take a few minutes to stretch out but after that? He's going to start counting, getting more and more upset as he goes.
How do these people have jobs if they've made this many 'mistakes'?]
What the hell?!?
3. Wildcard [ yarnzipan for plotting, up for anything you'd like to throw at him!]
Hibino Kafka | Monster #8 | The World
Shit. Shit. He can't feel it anymore, can't feel the strange internal switch that'd let him shift between his normal and his monster form. That weird guy muttering turned it off! Hell, how did he even know? Fricking weirdo. Dammit. There is nothing about this that doesn't suck and he's going to be shouting about how much bullshit this is the whole way down to his cell, even if he's not fighting terribly hard. He knows exactly how much use his normal 32 year old body is in a fight without his monster form and don't think he hasn't noticed that they're using fricking MAGIC. ]
1. Roommates
[ He gets more shoved than escorted into his new accommodations, and he'll take a moment to shout back at said escort that this is bullcrap and if they didn't want him so much they could just send him home, dammit, but the guy's already gone and honestly, he's a little winded from Everything so he slumps before turning to take a look at the room and-
Oh. Hey. ]
Uh, hi?
2. Recreation
Woo ee, that feels better.
[ It's his first time out for 'recreation' and his first time seeing the sky, breathing in fresh air, since he got here. He's just sort of focusing on that for a moment when he realizes that there's a lot more people here than he was expecting. How many people do these idiots have locked up down there? He's going to take a few minutes to stretch out but after that? He's going to start counting, getting more and more upset as he goes.
How do these people have jobs if they've made this many 'mistakes'?]
What the hell?!?
3. Wildcard
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