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It was...brutal.

Ruffnut and her brother had often imagined violent brutal battles, blood and screams filling the air as they, the mighty Thorston twins.

But after watching the "Punishment"...Ruffnut was lost.

Somehow her feet led her back to the Sensoriums where the isle of Berk was waiting for her.

Familiar paths wound through the town to the fields. Sheep grazed mindlessly as she flopped down under a tree.

"What's your problem?" the simulation of her brother peered down at her with his crooked smile. A mane of hair fell about him blocking out the moonlight. The stars shimmered above him in a perfectly annoying fashion.

"Shut up." She responded with a halfhearted punch to his face.

"That was pathetic." He laughed stumbling back, "What's wrong? Baby gonna cry?"

Ruffnut could barely muster up the energy to kick him in the knee sending him tumbling down the hill, "I'm hurt! I am badly hurt." He wailed.

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In an usual turn of events, the Overlord proved exceedingly cautious about stepping into the Sensorium. Not for his own sake -- he didn't fear a damn thing in the world -- but if the ship decided to make an example of him for speaking out against it, he didn't want his apprentice to get caught up in that.

Damn, he wished he had his body back.

Still, after he stepped in and was not immediately destroyed by a convenient ~~holodeck~~ sensorium "malfunction", he proceeded through quietly, minion carrying him to his apprentice's tree.

"Your mana power is strong enough to track now, in here," he said. "If that's any comfort."

"Huh?" Ruffnut responded in a half hearted way, "What are you talking about?" She didn't even bother looking at him. If she focused on the stars maybe it would make it easier to forget what she'd seen.

And just for the hell of it, someone dropped in: Hit Girl. She hadn't been to see. but she had heard a lot from other people, and even she was feeling a bit of a chill now, being on the ship of "I fuck you up if you mess up this many times." What Stacy had done, that was worthy of D'Amico if he had ever cared about anything other than brutal loyalty. In a lot of ways, Stacy was smarter about it: no cuts or lasting physical injuries, just a very long permanent mental one that impacted everyone else on the ship.

Her own mortality came to mind far enough, thinking about it after this was just a torture all its own, so she jumped into the Sensorium hoping for a little peace. Berk seemed exactly like this: relaxed, rugged, even a little menacing in some parts. When she located people: one that looked like a viking(!) and one that was clearly Overlord Zetta, she waved a hand.

"Yo," she called to them, and finally sat down. "Bad vibes on the ship now, huh?"

"I meant I can sense where you are, now," Zetta said. His minion plunked him down next to Ruffnut. "Means you're stronger."

His minion gave an absent wave to Hit Girl.

"Oh...thanks." She muttered and at Hit Girl's comments she sat up a little "I know right? It's like...I guess I didn't realize a big magic...whateverstacyis would be so so..." She was looking or a word that wasn't in her vocabulary, "Nasty." She settled on. "I mean getting knocked around for being trouble is one thing but that? That was...nasty!" She was stuck on the word clinging to it for lack of a better one.

He hadn't known where to go after that.

He hadn't needed eyes that worked to know something utterly, mercifully ruthless had been done. The pain had been heard and to an extent, literally felt. Such is the curse of what I am. The thought had raced through his head several times as a conflict had begun.
This Human Female had hurt his Bonded. She'd threatened him too but that easily had been water off a duck's back. She had hurt his Bonded.

At the door to a Sensorium chamber, Renne finds himself standing still, listening to a simulation already going on. On one hand, part of him can't forgive harm to his Bonded. On the other, he too, had known torture. Had it been called for here?

Had it been logical?

Ruffnut chewed on a piece of grass before blowing it out into the air and letting it land on her cheek. Brushing it away she found herself confronted once again by simulation Tuffnut.

"Some viking you are. A little mutilation and you're all freaked out! Come on I bet she had it coming to her anyway."

"Get outta my face." She grabbed him by the face and shoved him hard sending him tumbling back down the hill once more. Her mind just loved to rebel against her with her simulated brother who called out, "Chicken!"

"Tha-t noh be jus-t warrrr."

His tone comes out softened and low-voiced. Edged with uncertainty, the conflict still wages in his mind. Turning to lean his back against the Sensorium door frame (or whatever's within arm's reach), his ears flick downward. This hadn't been simply a battlefield and as far as he'd known, this hadn't been...
She had hurt his Bonded.

Both Ruffnut and her simulated brother looked at the creature that had intruded on their field.

"What'd he say?" Simulation Tuffnut asked Ruffnut not taking his eyes off Renne.

"He said you're an idiot and shut up." Ruffnut improperly translated going back to staring at the stars.

That little wise-crack manages to get the ghost of a smile on his face.

"C-lose."

Hell, that'd be a stupid question. Of course no one's 'all right'. Not after that. Still, the healer's urge in him is intense, instinctive. Primeval.
Carefully, the anomaly squares off from his leaning-spot to try and navigate across the simulation floor toward the stranger's voice.

"Do...Rrrr-enne wahn-t hell-p. Ma-ke bet-terrr."

It took Ruffnut a minute to figure out what the blue creature was saying. Before she could stop herself Tuffnut spoke up again, "Help what? Help make her less of a wimp?"

"Don't make me go all god power on you!" She shot back and to enhance her warning she made the electricity she was learning to control crackle around her fist.

"You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!" Her simulation brother called and this time when she shot back she actually sent a ball of energy at him catching him in the helmet making it spin on his head sparking and smoking.

"Lucky shot!" He coughed sending out a cloud of smoke.

"May-bee, yeu sil-lee Male, uhp-shut!"

Say what? Yeah, he's not afraid of telling a Viking to shut up. For a moment, a flash of memory passes his expression. Zonker. The Inne. but he shakes it off -- Now's not the time for that.

"Yeu...Yeu did goo-d."

That time, he's referring to the crackling shot he'd heard.

"Thanks." Ruffnut responded unenthusiastically. If she'd been in a better mood she might have marveled at how easy the shot had flown instead of the usual awkward shots that she would throw that never hit their targets.

But at the moment she couldn't shake off this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. What was it that was wrong with her that she felt this way?

"Crrrroeso."

His first impulse ends up in Welsh. Biting his lip, Renne manages to bumble his way to the Female's side. Once there, a webbed paw extends.
It's probably a silly thing but his wish to offer at least comfort, is strong.

Ruffnut blinked slowly looking at the pawlike she'd been offered a two headed fish. "Uh...thanks." She muttered and patted the top of the paw gingerly. This thing, whatever it was...was as weird looking as any given resident of this place, but at least he wasn't trying to eat her or knock her through a wall.

"Sick and cruel for the sake of being sick and cruel," Zetta said bluntly.

Hit Girl had to shrug. She did think it was cruel and nasty: just like a lot of what hs e saw in her world. "The big shock of it all was that Stacy is supposed to be our mommy or something that cares for all of us. I guess she left out the name of that mommy was Joan Crawford."

She shook her head. "Doubt anyone's gonna cause enough trouble to earn another mindfuck like that, but it definitely brings you down to earth about thins. Gotta wonder what the reaction is gonna be for the rest of the rabble."

"Joan who?" Ruffnut echoed but abandoned that to think about what else Hit Girl had said.

"That's probably what she wanted right? Show us all "This is what happens if you don't play nice." made an example out of...whoever that was." She pushed her helmet back rubbing her forehead, "Never seen someone's insides before." Her hand moved down to her stomach and prodded at it, "Guess under the skin we're all that squishy." Which was her way of saying "Mortal and helpless in the eyes of the all seeing computer overlord."

"Some of us squishier then others." Her simulated brother returned at her side for a cheap unfunny shot about her weight only to be backhanded off his feet almost casually by Ruffnut.

"Eee. Crrroeso. Wha-t yeu do heerrrre?"

He's not the sort to attack unless he feels threatened. Which right now, isn't the case.

"Hey, I don't have skin." Zetta frowned. He missed skin. "And I'm still stronger than the ship, whatever she did there.

"But you know what? Playing nice had nothing to do with it. I could call you both... well, stuff I'm not gonna call you, but I could. I could go around bullying everyone I want, who'd stop me? All we got taught is that she'll torture you if you don't play by her rules. And I don't take well to threats."

Hit Girl hardly thought it mattered who had skin, although she actually had seen what human insides looked like: she was usually the one breaking skin and seeing them up close in a fight.

Here Hit girl shook her head. "I don't agree with what big momma did, but don't downplay that woman. She got those violations for actual physical violence, not cursing and yelling. No one gets the violations for yelling a few words. I'm not saying anyone deserves this, but call a spade a spade. I've talked with that bitch too: she likes to provoke people, and probably pushed to get those violations anyway."

It was a bad punishment, a horrible one, to torture somebody liek that and make them feel it. She would have just killed the bitch for her continued behavior and been done with it. Now EVERYONE was going to have an opinion.

"Sounds alot better to me." Ruffnut agreed, "'stead of giving everybody nightmares. Least Stacy didn't like...punish all of us for what that one girl did." She mused expecting Zetta probably wouldn't care for her more passive stance.

"I'm just not used to feeling so..." She had to force the word out through gritted teeth, "Small." She hated herself for admitting to having feelings of any sort. "I mean that's like Odin coming down and saying "You know what? You're a jerk and I've warned you time and time again to not be a jerk so now comes the divine smackdown!"

As she painted that mental image it played out behind her with a giant hand coming down from the sky and flattening her simulation brother into the ground.

"You guys have NO idea how much I miss having my body right now," Zetta said.

"And what the hell is wrong with violence, anyway?" he added after a moment. "I don't want the ship protecting me! I don't want it torturing someone who thought they could rough me up. I'll handle my own damn problems! If I'm too weak to beat anyone on this ship -- which I'm not -- then I need to get stronger. Not have someone tortured because they picked on me.

"But hey, what if I used the Sensoriums to create some nightmare scenario for you girls that left you mentally and emotionally scarred for life? How many violations is that worth? Big fat none. It's stupid."

"Exactly," she said to Ruffnut. "And i bet you would miss your body. It must suck just being a book all the time."

Here, she had to point something out. "Yeah, YOU. Do you really think a person like that llikes to piuck on those equal or stronger than her? Come on. She gets in your head, makes you angry, forces the first hit from you and then retaliates. You must have met her type before, the cowardly type."

She grinned. "Doubt it. If I get traumatized by something you pull in the sensoriums, its the choice I made. I'm not gonna blame anyone else for a decision I make. By the look of viking girl, I bet she feels the same."

Ruffnut managed a grin as well, "You got that right."

She sighed and finally rose to her feet stretching, "This is stupid. This is exactly why I don't like thinking so much. It's a waste of time. I mean it's not like we can do anything. Stacy is everywhere at once and waaaaaaay more powerful then us...not counting you of coarse." she nodded to Zetta though even she had a hard time beleving he was more powerful then the ship that had just ripped someone to itty bitty pieces and put them back together again without killing them.

"So if there's nothing we can do about it what's the point in worryin' bought it? We screw up, we get messed up." There, that was much more simple. Simple was what Ruffnut liked best.

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