Absolem "Caterpillar" Pillars's Story

Absolem felt a stir in his brittle mind, something was coming. An animal? A cat? Oh, Cheshire, of course. He let a pitiful smile cross his thin lips. At least he’s alright. I should probably reassure both the young ones however. He drank at his soup at a calm pace, deciding to caress his pounding headache with the soothing herbs inside it before talking. The man’s eyes were closed as he wordlessly, soundlessly ate. If they were blind, his presence would be next to undetectable. After a few moments of letting both children eat, he quirked his lips up in a smile, “I’ve news. Cheshire should be here in less minutes than you have fingers on your left hand.” He worded it in order to throw them off for a second, he doubted it would work, but awkward wording was Absolem’s hobby. He never liked answering or giving information at all in a direct manner. I hope you remember which mushroom is which Cheshire.. He chuckled at the thought of the cat struggling to find his lovely fungi abode

Absolem raised an eyebrow. He looks just like a female. He coughed at the thought, busying himself with eating, only the clatter of his spoon hitting the bowl coming from the man as he made himself eat quicker, trying to redirect his thoughts to anything else.

That’s gross Absolem! Don’t let Cheshire’s taunt of your sexuality get to your head, you don’t like men!

He was torn from his destructive thoughts when both children complimented his food, smiling a bit, “Why thank you. Hopefully the herbs inside are helping with calming your nerves and headache.” He looked to the human children. You need a few restful days after all. Once this game begins, I don’t see happiness for any of us.

He blinked when he was yanked from his spot and pulled over towards the couch. Just what do you think you’re doing? He thought quirking an eyebrow, This is not going to happen without a reasonable punishment.. He didn’t have the strength to put up a good fight, but he attempted anyhow.. After a moment of decent struggle for his level of exhaustion, Absolem plopped down on the couch. If they didn’t know better, one could suggest he was pouting based on his hint of a frown.

As the other male tried to force him to lay down, he tugged Grey by the wrist and waist towards him on the couch, pulling the blonde boy next to him. I’m going to make you blush in front of this girl. Red hot. He instantly wrapped his hand that held Grey’s wrist around his waist like the other. He’s kind of light weight and skinny.. He was re-asserting his dominance over the boy, nuzzling his face into the nape of Grey’s neck. It wasn’t that cute of a gesture, more of an Alpha male type of move. I’m going to remind you who calls the shots, Grey. I’m the one who is in control in the end, you’ll do best to remember that.

He sighed against the boy’s neck, letting his breath dance along his skin, “You were saying?” He wasn’t sure how long he could hold the other male to him, but watching him squirm away would be just as entertaining. Absolem was naturally controlling and dominant in nature, he’d been suppressing it to make Grey comfortable, but if Grey was comfortable enough to dish it out, he needed to get accustom to paying for his actions. It wasn’t wise to raise him too gently after all. Besides, seeing the blush this would produce on Rhia’s and Grey’s face would be too priceless.

” Don’t think I won’t punish you just because there’s a lady present.” He cooed tauntingly, a mischievous smirk across the man’s lips. Absolem could be quite the tease.

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Rhia nods with a sigh, “I see. I won’t lie and say I trusted Cheshire before now. I called him a brute and a coward to be blunt about it.. Even if I worded it a bit differently, that’s what I was thinking..” she sighs to herself, “I’m jealous of what you two have..” She didn’t realize she’d come to eat those words. She wouldn’t be able to handle what they had.

Rhia poured her own bowl, taking a sip without making a slurping sound, quickly eating after the first. It was good and the warm broth felt good going down her throat. The pieces of chicken hit the spot as well. There was something else she couldn’t describe, but it just made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was.. strange. Absolem mentioned Cheshire being okay, and if she herself had cat ears, they’d of sprang up in excitement at the news he was headed their way. That would be humiliating. I’m glad Cheshire’s the cat and not me.. I think I’d run embarrassed not being able to hide my emotions like that..

Rhia finished her bowl, filling it half-way again, not up for a full seconds, but her it was soothing her sore throat so she wanted a bit more, her cheeks slightly flushed seeming like a cow compared to the guys. Great, they’re going to think I’m a glutton. She took a front row seat watching the boys struggle with each other for a few moments before the older man finally gave into the younger’s assertions. Hah, who’d of figured Absolem would be the one getting dominated by a girly-boy? She snickered at the thought.

Hah, I’ll have to tell Cheshire. He’d enjoy knowing about this. She instantly blushed, shaking her head. Since when.. did I start having thoughts like this.. This whole time I’ve been at Absolem’s..all my conversation and thoughts have been about that cat. Sneaky cat, slipping your furry hide into my inner circle like that. Clever, very clever. Although I have to admit I’m glad he’s okay.. Protecting me like that.. Who does he think he is playing the hero? He didn’t have to make himself look that cool.. Her face was about the shade of Absolem’s eyes, twitching a bit.

She blinked and felt her face heat up as red as an apple as she saw the two boys laying together, having missed the in between sequences. What are they doing?? Why are they so close!? This is getting way out of hand, I’m not sure how to approach this! She felt the back of her hand attempt to hide her intense blush as she watched Absolem’s face caress against Grey’s neck. Nevermind.. I can do without their type of relationship. This is way too out of hand.. If Cheshire did something like this I’d die!

She tried to direct her gaze but Absolem’s last phrase sent a shiver down her spine. Don’t do something like that in front of me! Calm down…he doesn’t seem like the bedroom type..maybe he is implying it to fluster Grey, but literally plans to punish him by other means?

Destra/Tweedle Dum

He was shocked. Moonlight seemed genuinely upset about what had happened in the past and seemed like she wanted to help. The way she was acting really reminded him of Raven but there were subtle differences, still, it was nice to have someone that was almost like his sister back in the house.

"It's ok," said Destra, "You couldn't have known and now that you do it just makes us all the more closer."

He reached for a piece of maple cake, the idea had come to him in a dream long ago and now it was one of his favorite recipes. He wondered if something like this existed in Moonlight's world, no doubt he would find out when he one this game, perhaps he and Sinistra could run a bakery...if they didn't fight too often, Moonlight could help too, it'd be like the family was whole again.


Duchess Sophie

"A dictator?" said the Duchess, "I suppose you could say that, just like how you could say we were given a choice to join the game...of course, the other option wasn't really desirable either."

Picking at her meal she thought back to how the Queen had invited them all to play, Alde hadn't said anything out loud but then again, she never needed to. Everyone knew what became of those that refused any kind of invitation from the Queen.

"The Queen isn't really the type of person you can say no to," concluded the Duchess, "Lets just say, I'd rather risk playing this game than face the consequences."

The Duchess smiled to herself as Belca began to eat the fish, reverse psycology worked every time.

"Well you can fight the Jabberwocky off if you're strong enough," said the Duchess as Belca brought up the horrid creature again, "But the only real hope anyone has against it is the Vorpal Blade and lets just say you'd have to find the thing before you could use it...if you could use it."

It was clear that Alde had no intention of doing anything about the Jabberwocky so it was left to the other chains to take care of it. Would she be able to use the Vorpal Blade if it fell to her? She wasn't sure.


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey squeaked as Absolem pulled him down onto the couch and trapped him in a hug. He hadn't been expecting it. He began to squirm and struggle, kicking his legs feebly as he tried to get away but even exhausted, Absolem was too strong. He froze as the man began to nuzzle his neck, it tickled and soon made him squirm even more. What was Absolem thinking, doing this infront of Rhia. Grey was glad that his hair was flying all around his face, hopefully it would hide the bright red blush that was creeping across his face. He cursed the fact that he was so ticklish as Absolem sighed, the man's breath teasing against his skin was just to much for him to handle, with a final spasm from the tickling sensation he grew limp. It was obvious that he wasn't going to be able to overpower the man. Pleadingly he looked at Rhia for help but she seemed to be just as embarassed as he was.

"You'll do what!" exclaimed Grey, his eyes growing wide as Absolem brought up punishing him.

What on earth could the man mean? Surely this embarassing display was punishing but then again, Absolem probably had something more creative in mind.

"Hurry up Cheshire," he thought, hoping that the cat would make an appearence soon and rescue him.

It occured to him that maybe he could turn this against Absolem and embarass the man right back but decided against it. Absolem didn't seem like the type that could easilly be embarassed and it might prompt the man to initiate whatever the punnishment was, still, he'd be forced to do something if Absolem continued in this way.

"All I wanted was for you to rest," he sighed, as he reluctantly submitted to the man, accepting defeat.

Absolem silently chuckled at Grey’s reactions, nuzzling closer to the boy to further distress and embarrass him. This is how it’s supposed to be child. Get used to it because this is what your fate shall become if you try to control me. He knew exactly what he was doing and Rhia was a purposed audience. He wanted her to see simply because it would intensify Grey’s humiliation. He felt the boy give into him, submission was an intoxicating treat, much better than any substance. He closed his eyes, resting finally, but his grip on Grey did not loosen up. He didn’t plan on releasing the boy. He opened his eyes, smirking at Rhia in satisfaction, “Oh really.. nice.” He laughed aloud, possibly the first time in front of them, “Your face is as red as his. I take it you’ve not be subjected to such submissions?” Absolem inquired from the young girl. This is more amusing than I expected, no wonder Cheshire enjoys doing things such as this!

“Wicked things..” he whispered in Grey’s ear, his voice eerie and sincere. Absolem was quite a enigmatic person, one couldn’t easily guess how he would react, not even him a majority of the time.

Absolem closed his eyes again, letting out a content sigh, “I’ll make sure to gather a few ideas so I can be really creative and have a fun time choosing the most suited.” He yawned softly. Absolem was taunting him. He was resting his eyes as asked, but he definitely didn’t plan on releasing Grey and sleeping.

“All I want to do is protect you until Cheshire arrives..” the man yawns before tugging the boy’s frame closer to his own as if Grey was a giant teddy bear.

Absolem frowned when he realized Cheshire finally made it to his precious flowers, his house appearing before the cat’s eyes. He was welcome, once the flowers got a visual and confirmed he was actually Cheshire, “He’s been expecting you, they’re inside the house~” one of the flowers sang, another swatting it, “You were off tune violet.” The rose frowned, “Cheshire’s just outside…” he yawned, watching Rhia brighten up.

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Rhia felt herself tense, what did he mean he’d do things to Grey!? She felt her eyes twitch, biting her bottom lip. Absolem made her nervous, but he seemed to be homosexual so she doubted she’d be in much danger. Rhia shared a similar thought, bitng her bottom lip. Cheshire hurry up.. this is awkward and embarrassing.. she closed her eyes, trying to not look at the boys, but it sounded even worse than watching when her eyes were closed.

Rhia shook her head ‘no’ when Grey seemed to be contemplating to plot an escape, or worse. She knew it would only make the magnitude of Absolem’s behavior increase like he promised it would. Not a good idea Grey, please don’t do anything stupid.. she thought to herself nervously.

As soon as Absolem mentioned Cheshire being outside she burst into a sprint for the door, hoping the cat wouldn’t hear her quick footsteps. She opened the door and went outside. Her pace was rushed, but she quickly ran and hugged Cheshire, careful of the cat’s bandages, “You look terrible..” she mumbled a bit angrily, but her embrace was warm, relieved. Happy to see him/her. She was terrible at showing how she truly felt.. Thank goodness he's okay..

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey didn't think his eyes could get any wider but was soon proved wrong when Absolem whispered in his ear. he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what wicked things the man would come up with. With satisfaction he watched Absolem close his eyes, pleased that he'd soon go to sleep.

"Oh no he didn't," thought Grey in alarm.

Absolem appeared to be falling asleep but he didn't appear to be showing any signs of letting Grey go.

"Well at least you're enjoying yourself," muttered Grey as Absolem pulled him closer.

If the man wanted to use him like a teddy bear then fine, as long as he got some sleep. With a sigh he tried to look out the window, if he craned his neck he could just see Rhia and Cheshire reuniting outside. He would have gone to meet the cat too but it didn't look like he'd be going anywhere for a while.

"Fine, if he's not going to let go then I might as well get comfortable," he thought, "I guess I'm kind of tired even after my fainting spell."

Shifting gently he rested his head on Absolem's chest and closed his eyes. He could hear the man's heart beating, it was probably just his imagination but was it getting a little faster? Imagination or not, the thought brought a smile to Grey's lips.

"I should totally braid his hair to get back at him," mumbled Grey sleepily, not caring if Absolem heard him or not, "I think it'd be worth having to endure wicked things."

Listening to Absolem's breathing he began to fall asleep.

Rhia tried to hide the fact that tears caressed down her cheeks as she held Cheshire tight as she could without causing him pain. She did her absolute best in trying to not give off the impression of being as pathetic as she felt and almost certainly was. Who am I kidding? He most likely doesn’t want me anywhere near this close after everything I've said.. but I’m so relieved.. she thought with a long, deep exhale. He didn’t seem to want me near him at all.. she shook off the thought however. She instead ran a hand up and down along his back, half making sure he was truly there, half to congratulate him, “I’m sorry..” she whispers in a feeble tone, not looking him in the eyes. I need to apologize.. who knows what the last words I’ll say to him would be? So she musters up the courage and begins the rest of her apology, “I shouldn’t have said what I did.. you’re not a coward..” it wasn’t intentional, but her voice got softer as her sentence continued, she wasn’t comfortable yet, she wasn’t sure how she should be, if changing would become necessary.. she was so scared and she just came to the realization that she was lashing out at Cheshire for it. He seemed to know so much about everything happening, he was just so insistent and assertive.. I couldn’t help but blame him for my confusion and fear.. but then he protected us and ended up looking like a mummy..

Rhia closed her eyes when the hug was returned. For a little while, her thoughts calmed and slowed down a bit. I guess.. it's not as bad as I thought.. biting her bottom lip in anxiousness she continued speaking, “Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked after a second of just taking the moment into her brain to store the memory. She didn’t recall the last time she was this close to someone, but it was refreshing and calming so she was sure it had been quite a while. She wasn’t aware of why Cheshire was responding so awkwardly. He seemed to be the type that invaded others privacy.. so why was he acting so odd? Was she hurting him? She loosened her hold even more, barely touching him now as she took his pain into further consideration. Then an interesting thought hit her; what is Cheshire to me? He wasn’t exactly a friend, and she knew next to nothing about him, but she was so worried about his well-being. He was the first to reach out to her, to talk to her. Cheshire was the one who broke her from the agonizing silence of that dreaded hall. She couldn’t describe how she felt toward him, it was too complicated. Grateful? In debt? No. There was a level of her caring for his safety and health, so what exactly was this feeling? She hated him, but she didn’t want his company to cease.. she found him refreshing and fun, but also annoying and frustrating. It was.. too complex for the simple girl to fully grasp. How can I hate him and like him?

The next reaction she received was slightly anticipated by the blue haired girl, actually she expected to be shoved away from the very beginning to be quite honest. She broke the eye contact that he began almost instantly, attempting to pull from his touch. I can’t.. she felt herself getting nervous now. She’d acted on her relief and guilt when she pulled him into an embrace. She didn’t actually take what she’d done into consideration until he forced her to let go, took control of their situation. She turned her head away from Cheshire completely, arms folding, “N-next time I’ll just laugh at you..” she mumbles. She felt a bit insulted having opened up to him accidentally then being asked if it was a result of drugs or brainwash. What the hell!? See if I put my pride on the line for you again! “No he didn’t! He’s been sick for a while because of me.. everyone got hurt today because of me..” She was clenching her fists so hard that her skin was turning white, “It was because I couldn’t do anything.. Grey’s even accidentally stumbled upon his ability already..” she was feeling highly inadequate and incompetent. Is something wrong with me? Somewhere along the lines her heart had sped up a bit, and her cheeks lightly flushed, “So.. just shut up. I didn’t want the last thing I said to you to be something like that.” She ended her retort with a mumble. She was..embarrassed.

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Absolem sulks to himself, endeavoring to fight the urge to stand and greet his friend. Grey asked very little of him, sleep was the least he could do in order to repay the boy for the agonizing pain he’d endured for him. He’s got Rhia to welcome him, I’ll relax I suppose, “Quit your shouting!” Absolem snaps back, “I know you’re fine if you’ve got that sort of lung capacity!” he adds, twitching a bit. These two had that awkward relationship. It barely seemed like Absolem cared, but Rhia was the only one more worried than Caterpillar in truth. However, he wasn’t one to openly flaunt his relationships. Enemies abuse relationships between people.

Absolem chuckled a bit at the human male’s responses to his assertive behavior. He felt the seductive embrace of the dreadful forty winks creeping upon his eyelids. Soon he wouldn’t be able to control it. He would inevitably fall asleep. He looked peaceful and unintimidating as he laid there, holding the boy in his forceful embrace. He wasn't doing it as punishment anymore, this was because he wanted the boy near.

Laugh at me and you will regret it.. thought Absolem with an unhappy tone of thought.

“I am. For another male, you’re quite comfy Grey.” Absolem taunted further in a low frightening tone, at least it was frightening because Absolem never spoke in such a threatening and provocative tone with anyone in Wonderland before.

Absolem opened one rosy eye to see Cheshire and Rhia, “Heh.. why don't they go ahead and kiss and make up..? Actually it’s kind of disgusting, nevermind. Not in front of my house.” Absolem closed his eyes, not once loosening his grip on Grey. Perhaps it was fear of being abandoned, or his exhaustion was speaking, but he was acting quite childish and selfish over the blonde.

“Braid my hair and that blush earlier will compare quite pathetically to the humiliation I will put you through with Cheshire and Rhia as witness.” Absolem warned him with a glare.

Sinistra/Tweedle Dee

Smiling at Moonlight he pointed to the training dummy.

"All you have to do is just hit it in any way you can," he explained, "It'll show me and Destra what you're capable of, I'll go first so you can see how it's done."

Slowly he walked a few meters away from the dummy, bouncing a few stones in his hand. He stood with his back to the dummy and then suddenly spun around and launched the stones in quick sucession from his caterpault. As he had expected they all hit the dummy right in the center of the head, one after the other.

"See, just show us your moves," said Sinistra.


Destra/Tweedle Dum

"We also have abilities," said Destra, "You should develop some of your own soon too."

Looking over at Sinistra he nodded, Moonlight should probably see what their ability was. Forcing himself to calm down he began to focus. Silently he raised his hand towards the training dummy with his eyes closed. He was perfectly still for countless seconds. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, glowing silver as a murder of silver crows exploded from his hand and began to swarm the dummy, tearing at it mercilessly.

With a shudder he dropped to the ground and the birds dissappeared. Wrapping his arms around himself he began to shake violently, there had been more birds than he had expected. He wished that he could get over his crippling fear of birds, it wasn't any comfort that Sinistra suffered the same. He turned to gaze thoughtfully at one of the many birdhouses that adorned the cottage, if only he could go back to a time where he still liked birds and the Rattle was still here.


Duchess Sophie

"You're absolutely correct, that is a katana, an excellent sword, especiallly for your style I'd say," said the Duchess, "Although I'm more fond of using a wakizashi and tanto in combination, I'd suggest a dai katana but that may be too heavy and those are really just a bit much."

She sat there smiling for a moment, lost in thoughts of weaponry and martial arts. She couldn't remember why she knew so much about them but they certainly came in useful for her stories. With a start she remembered the contract.

"Oh yes, the contract," said the Duchess absentmindedly, "Well technically we're already contracted, don't you feel the bond? Still, it wouldn't hurt to do something official just to be safe, maybe it'll awaken your abilities."

With an extravagant wave of her hand a thick gothic volume appeared on the table before her with a quill and a pot of blood red ink. She had always love a touch of drama.

"Well now, all you have to do is sign your name and everything will be splendid," she said to Belca cheerfully.


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

He was just about asleep, he could sense a dream just within reach, all he had to do was wait a little longer and then...his eyes shot open, Absolem's remark had cut through the sleepy haze and forced him awake again.

"I wasn't being serious," he mumbled, shifting around a little, "Besides, I think braids would suit me better, I have the hair for it."

Satisfied he settled down again. This time sleep was faster in taking over and before he knew it he was somewhere inside the realm of his dreams.

The broken chess board sky raged around him, a furious tempest ravaging the wasteland so it became even more desolute, his tarot cards lay at his feet crumpled and tattered, drifting surprisingly gently in the violent breeze which whipped the branches of the tree he stood under around like a crazed puppet master. All around him lay bodies, some he recognised and some he didn't. Was that a hint of mint green he saw? What had happened here? In the distance he saw what could only be described as a seaside town but it didn't look right, it seemed to be sinking unevenly into what would have once been the sea but was now just a dusty crater. Why was everyone around him dead? Even Absolem, the man who had promised to protect him. Tears filled his eyes as he sank to the ground, a horrible noise forced it's way through the storm as a huge dark shape began to race towards him. The wind picked up, threatening to lift him into the air, desprerately he grabbed onto the tree, crying out in fear. He was terrified, he was sure that the noise belonged to the Jabberwocky, any moment now he'd either be killed by it or carried away by the storm. He felt so hopeless as he clung to the tree. He was shaking...

Through the haze of the dream he realised that the tree he was clinging to was warm and softer than it should be but he couldn't understand why, it just made him cling on harder as he shook violently.

Cheshire

Perhaps, asking whether she had been brainwashed was the wrong way to go. He didn't mean to cause any offense and his stomach dropped slightly on the thought that he may have reversed what they had made up in those few short seconds. However, her declaration of his heroic actions caused a wicked smile to bloom over his face and he decided to run with it. "Now what kind of knight would I be if I were a coward, eh, Princess?" He still wasn't exactly sure what to take of the situation, he was still fighting the lingering terror of it all, but it was uplifting to see her views of him had changed. For some reason he meant something to her and now that he knew that..he didn't want to give it up.

His features perked when his eyes found her tear-streaked cheeks. Oh no..not that..All this raw emotion was too much. Hesitantly placing a hand upon her cheek, he gently tugged her face towards him, wiping the moisture away with his thumb. He wasn't sure there were ways to comfort an upset woman, but he figured he'd give it a shot. "Why are you crying? Look," he pulls his arms out to his sides to emphasize his presence, "I'm fine. All in one piece, more or less. Stop acting like someone died. I'm alive. That in itself should be cause of celebration." He let a wild grin stretch across his face. Celebration, yes, that sounded wonderful. He stood, turning himself and Rhia towards Absolem's home. "Come. Let's bring some life to those inside, since they're too caught up to greet me!" He yelled the last words, playing off Absolem's comment on his lung capacity. It didn't really bother him that Rhia was the only one to meet him, it gave them time alone to mend things, but he was curious as to why the other two hadn't come with her.

Taking her hand he pulls her along towards the house. He remained quiet until they reached the door, thinking on Rhia's last comment. Why hadn't she found her ability yet? Was it because he forced his contract upon her and she hadn't truly excepted it yet? He gazed upon her with curiosity before going inside. "Don't fret about your gifts. They'll come when you're ready," he leaned back and looked upon her with a sheepish smirk, crossing his arms, "I didn't think it would matter, but maybe you need a physical action to accept the contract." Without waiting for her to acknowledge the statement, he leans down and takes her face in his hands, bringing his forehead to rest against hers. His voice is soft, but stern as he gazes upon her. "You can break this if you wish. All you have to do is pull away."His eyes then widen and a feeling similar to static posses them. He smiles feeling the slight tickle as an energy passes from his eyes into her, showing itself in a bright, swirling array of colours. For a moment the two are connected and he can't help but grin at the sudden excitement of it. Then as sudden as it began the energy disappeared. He stood and smirked at his child. He hoped she would accept him. She managed to get under his skin and it seemed he had managed the same in her. Perhaps, they would be fine afterall.

Placing a hand upon the Caterpillar's home he gives Rhia a wink and heads inside. A contract was a contract, regardless of how one was made. Though the theatrics of rituals never hurt, especially if it was in a person's mind that they may need something to help with their own transformation, all she really needed to do was accept him. "So," he began walking briskly inside, "What's so important that you couldn't-" He stopped in mid-gait as his eyes fell upon the couple. Were they..cuddling? The sides of his mouth twitched as he studied the two, holding eachother in blissful sleep. There would be no living this down. He fell to the ground letting loose a burst of laughter. He knew he would hear a mouthful from Absolem, but he didn't care. Currently, everyone was alive and well and the situation was just too good to pass up.

Absolem sniggered at the youth’s response, a fulfilled smirk crossing his pastel lips. His eyes closed calmly as if he had time to be lighthearted and aloof. Absolem was compassionate when he sought to be, but also quite roguish and punishing when the condition called for such conduct. “ But of course.. ” Absolem retorted in a soothing tone, amused with the boy’s uneasy shift of his body. Do I make you this jumpy? Please don’t make it mind-numbingly easy! Absolem laughed softly to himself, shaking his head at the boy. He is too innocent. I am afraid this game of the Queen’s is going to destroy him entirely.. Absolem ran a hand through the boy’s blonde hair absentmindedly, a dark blush crossing his face when he was clung to. W-what do you think you are doing!? He didn't realize what the boy was dreaming about, but oddly he resembled a tree very well. However, if Grey told him that’s why he nuzzled the older man in his sleep, he’d be paying a disastrous price for embarrassing him so on accident. Absolem went openmouthed when abruptly stirred by Cheshire’s closer voice. I probably need to grab a book of riddles, leave, crawl under a rock and commence dying. This is cruel and unusual torture. He never actually ‘slept’ in the company of others, especially bearing in mind the Jabberwocky was stirring around. He instantly tried to wriggle his frame free of the blonde, “ I swear I’ll rip you apart if I get out of this death grip.. ” his snarled at the cat in irritation and masked humiliation, much like a sibling whom got teased for having being caught with an significant other. However, this made the feline lucky. Had it been anyone else, it would’ve resulted in a much more violent and messy intent. If he actually ever succeeded in catching and restraining Cheshire, he already had his plan long decided. I’ll shave off all your hair, fur, whatever that is… then I’ll rip you apart.. not that it would do much good.. He silently chuckled at the idea, letting the situation slide for now. “ Congratulations on cheating death.. ” Absolem smirked, trying to regain some of his rapidly fading dignity. He'd definitely punish Grey. One way or another, he would get revenge for this misunderstanding. “ How many of your nine lives are left? ” he teased, trying to overlook his… homosexual incident. Then he looked between Rhia and Cheshire, eyes sparkling with a hint of entertainment across his features, “ Kiss and make up yet? ” the man quirked an eyebrow amused. He seemed to enjoy making Grey and Rhia uncomfortable, meanwhile possibiliy irritating the feline. It was great fun annoying three people at once without fear of repercussions.



Rhia opened her mouth to say something, but promptly sealed it shut, jerking when he nicknamed her princess, “ D-don’t call me that! “ she protests aloud, but was almost immediately silenced by his subsequent action. Her eyes widened quite noticeably when he wiped her tears away, biting her bottom lip. She further dries her face, jolting her head in the ‘no’ motion, “ I-I’m not! ” she stammers in denial, tensing in recognition that she was succumbing to her fragility, conveying it recklessly in front of Cheshire. She wanted to kick herself for being so blind to her burst of irrational behavior. She clenches her eyes shut before whirling around so her back faced him. She plead her diminutive aquamarine hair was sufficient to obscure it from his line of vision, but her cheeks were deeply flushed. This isn’t fair! Quit saying overwhelming things.. I can’t cope with it right now. I thought you died because of us! “ Well you could have. ” She mumbled defiantly. He wants to celebrate after getting mauled? What is wrong with his inner function? She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her embarrassment before he noticed. He’d never let her live it down. Rhia went wide eyed when twirled to reface Absolem’s house, opening her mouth once again as if to tell him something, but closing it for the second time. He’ll see soon enough for himself I suppose. She dropped her head, letting him yell at the mint man and the blonde. She was beginning to feel more and more regret as to the method in which she apologized. The longer she had to think about it, the more distressing the thought was. I did something embarrassing again.. crap. Well, now Cheshire will get to make fun of Absolem for the rest of his days about being homosexual.. maybe he will overlook me?

Rhia braved the hand holding nicely for such an physically introverted person, though it all went downhill when he stopped pulling her along. Gradually she sensed herself tensing up once he had stopped at the door, internally praying he’d just continue on into the house. She peered up at him apprehensively. Oh god, what now? I didn’t say anything! That nosy look on his face was unraveling her confidence. Just why are you staring at me like that for? We have two days until the games, not to mention the Jabberwocky appears to have a peculiar vendetta with you! Her gaze softened, becoming a little composed and more laidback. She opened he mouth to protest, but before she uttered a single syllable, she discovered they were temple-to-temple. Her face shifted between shades of pink, completely taken off guard, “ W-what do you mean by that!? ” she asks alarmed by the vagueness of his words. Physical action?! Is everyone from Wonderland a pervert? First, Absolem threatening to discipline Grey, then, Cheshire shifting chillingly close to her? She was unsure what he was referring to, but she decided to give him a minute of her trust. She blinks a few times, bewilderment crossing her features before shock overtook her expression, rendering her speechless. She was at a loss of words. It took her a moment to register she was allowed to move freely once he let go, but she quivered previous to adverting her gaze, “ Idiot.. ” she stated barely audible. She didn't mean it, insulting him was just how she coped with embarrassment. Rhia blinked a bit, hearing something inside of her head; -W-what do you think you are doing!?- She looked around, it was Absolem’s voice inside of her head..? She strained to keep her mind off it, but it was problematic to overlook something as concerning as that. What did Cheshire do..?

Rhia made a face at Cheshire, a sulky expression following. Today was still stressing her out, she felt the need to reflect on it and learn how to not repeat the mistakes made, but his major concern was having splendid time and it seemed he was enjoying himself in adding onto her list of stressful thoughts. No wonder he transforms so much.. he’s worse than a woman or man so he has to be both. That’s the only way to describe this walking enigmatic existence. She sighed when he burst out laughing, “ I tried to tell you sooner.. ” she muttered, walking to one of the empty couches, returning to her defensive, distant persona once under the other male individuals range of acknowledgement .

-I’ll shave off all your hair, fur, whatever that is…then I’ll rip you apart.. not that it would do much good- Rhia stirred again, feeling even further distraught. Am I.. hearing Absolem’s thoughts? She decided to test the theory, “ Absolem, does your revenge consist of shearing Cheshire’s hair..err..Fur? Whichever it is..? ”

Cheshire

"I swear I’ll rip you apart if I get out of this death grip.." Absolem's words only added to Cheshire's merriment as he struggled to catch his breath. He had managed to sit up and was now clutching his stomach in agonizing amusement. Laughter definitely wasn't a friend. He grimaced, attempting to calm down as Absolem flailed in the boy's grasp. "Death grip indeed," he snickered, fighting off an other surge of hilarity, "Careful. If he hugs you any tighter I fear it may prove lethal." He turned his attention towards Rhia, who slumped pass him and jabbed a thumb at the pair, "No wonder you were so quick to meet me. They've been at it the whole time, haven't they?"

Cheshire's grin matched Absolem's snarl as he mustered his wits. Gruesome as the past hours have been, being back in this familiar territory was marvelous. Slowly, he stood, taking his time to place himself against the wall. "Thanks," Cheshire sighed as Absolem congratulated him. He folded his arms as a sarcastic smirk ghosted his lips, "You always had a way with words. You make it sound so much better than what actually occurred." His tone quieted somewhat upon returning to the numerous beasts he slaughtered, adding more fuel to Jabberwockey's flame. Hard as he tried, he couldn't rid himself of the blame he carried, knowing he aided in the Plague's contract or the bruising he took to his pride upon running. He shook his head and met Absolem's gaze. He could brood later. Now was the time to 'live it up'. He was alive and so were they.

"Do you take me for a housecat?" he scoffed, feigning insult, "I have more lives than you can imagine, Abs. Some might even go as far as saying I'm immortal." He caught Caterpillar's inquiring gaze and couldn't help but chuckle. He strode over to Rhia and plopped down onto the arm of the couch, giving them enough space as not to cause too much discomfort. Not only was it an excuse to bring about that forbidden tint to her cheeks, but it was a covert way for him to sink into something soft and restful. "Mmhm," he managed to mumble, waving his hand dismissively, sinking into the plush, "You can ask the girl all the scandalous details.." Maybe celebrating could wait. His body was begging for sleep and his eyes had nearly shut when Rhia asked of Absolem's revenge concerning his fur. He opened a narrowed eye, darting it between Caterpillar and the girl, "What's this about my fur..?" his voice growled into the couch.

Destra/Tweedle Dum

He was still a little jumpy from the bird display but managed to calmly walk to the cottage and rummage around for a rapier, he was sure that they had one lying around somewhere. At last he found it. Triumphantly he rushed outside and handed it to Moonlight with an extravagant bow.

"You said something about fencing so this should be perfect," said Destra, smiling at the girl and Sinistra, " Now why don't you try hitting the dummy as hard as you can and then as fast as you can?"

He looked forward to seeing what she could do, the only person he usually saw fight was Sinistra and that was usually when he was the opponent so he didn't really have time to admire his moves.

"Just give it your best shot," he said warmly, "I'm sure you'll do fine."


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

The tree was moving, wriggling, trying to slip away from his grip. With a gasp he realised that it wasn't a tree but some sor of giant snake and it was going to eat him. Eyes wide with terror he watched the snake's head come down and then everything went black...

His eyes snapped open, his mind was a whirlwind and he couldn't tell what was real and what was the dream. There were people here but his mind refused to recognise them. Panicked he pushed away from the figure next to him and desperately ran to hide under the table.

"Dead," he said shakilly, "They're all dead, why did they die? Why didn't I die?"

Tears streamed down his face as he wrapped his arms around his knees and began to rock back and forth.

"Absolem, why?" he cried quietly, "Where were you? Why did you let it happen? I need you Absolem."

Part of him knew that this was silly and that he was still waking up from the dream but it had felt so real that his mind was giving in to the feverish thoughts. As far as he knew, the three figures in the room were minions of the Jabberwocky, if any of them tried to get near him he would lash out. He wouldn't let any of them touch him.

Rhia immediately raised her hands from the couch, “W-what do you mean by that?” she inquired getting uneasy. They’ve been at what the whole time..? She shook her head trying to recapture control over her thoughts, “The embracing? That started not too long before you arrived actually. We wanted Absolem to take a breather because he looked beat.. they both got pretty overworked.. Grey lost consciousness and Absolem looked pretty ill before he ate.” Rhia took a deep inhalation afterwards. She definitely overreacted; her panicked reaction was evidence enough.

She yawned softly, blushing a dim shade of pink subsequently. Her world was upside down. Strength was hard to show in these conditions. She was still adapting. She wasn’t even sure if what happened earlier was her new ability. She knew the two of the Chains were talking, but their words were blurred, incoherent to her ears. Too much happened recently. She couldn’t remember anything about herself, she woke up in an empty hall alone, then she met Cheshire. She got angry at Cheshire’s forward and insistent attitude, he left her alone, he returned and she met Caterpillar and Grey, then Jabberwocky attacked Cheshire and she had to go on the run with Absolem, then Cheshire thankfully returned, then he embarrassed her.. and now everything was normal?? She just wanted sleep again.. partake in something effortless and serene. I don’t know how to feel. I can’t tell the difference between who I am and who everyone wants me to be anymore.. but did I really know who I was in the first place?

She felt her face ignite into a glow of bright pink when she suddenly noticed Cheshire was closer to her, much closer than he was before she indulged in her thoughts. When did he come over here? She subconsciously chews on her thumbnail timidly, not breaking the nail, but just trying to release her nervousness on something else in a nonchalant manner. Her eyes shifted upon the room, pretending to examine it. She was calming down until Cheshire’s words broke through her attempts, “W-what scandalous details!?” she squeaked out in a startled, disbelieving voice, “N-nothing happened! Don’t give people impressions like that!” she snapped in a flustered tone, scooting towards the opposite arm of the couch that the two of them were on. Why would you say something like that!? Rhia pouted, resting her head against the one not inhabited by a chain bent of destroying her mental stability, “I dunno. I heard it somehow.” She shrugs. She wasn’t about to admit it was inside her head, especially more than once. She wasn’t raving mad! They’d definitely tease her for going crazy and starting to hear ‘voices’ in her head, “M-maybe I imagined it..” she tried to brush it off, biting her bottom lip nervously. Definitely can’t admit to hearing voices.. Cheshire would tease me or even worse, he might get even more worried about me.. I worry him enough as it is..

Thankfully the next event drew attention off of her and onto Grey before the situation about her hearing Absolem's thoughts in her head or perhaps even the possibility of the two chains brawling in the floor got out of hand. Though, she jumped out of her skin when he moved so suddenly, hiding her face in the unoccupied arm of the couch. Please tell me they were both too busy focusing on Grey and didn’t realize that I got startled so girlishly? She gripped onto the arm of the couch, Grey’s behavior was concerning her. He was so much more composed than her, just what would she go through?

Die? When did he come close to dying? She couldn’t help her inquisitiveness, but she knew now wasn’t the time for her to speak up. This was Absolem’s problem, his business. Not hers or Cheshire’s. She gave him a look to not intervene, hoping he caught on. It was tough enough to face him once due to her rosy cheeks undesirably being on display in the process. She knew she couldn’t do it twice. She returned her face to the vacant arm, nuzzling against it tiredly, trying to not be concerned with Grey. He’s frightening me.. am I going to break down like that? It looks painful, lonely..

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Absolem visibly twitched in his frustration at Cheshire. Damn cat quit laughing at me or I’ll finish what the Jabberwocky began! He was about to shout out a few insults, however his disposition calmed as he noticed Cheshire’s contorted expression, a smirk replacing Absolem’s signature frown when the feline seemed to have overexerted his wounds, his cold eyes glistening with their own delight, “Did you brush your wounds the wrong way~?” He teased in a ‘baby talk’ voice, or at least, his best attempt of one, “Despite common belief I’m not in as poor health as many think. I’m sturdier than porcelain glass.” The green haired man hisses, still in attempt to worm himself free of his contractor. He twitched a bit, snapping instantly, “At it!? What are you accusing me of!?” His face was furious, red. Almost as if he’d used the forbidden nickname.

“I could’ve worded it quite more exquisitely if I wasn’t exhausted and having gained an extra hundred pounds suddenly.” He ushers towards the sleeping Grey, then decides to taunt Cheshire, “Who knows, maybe there would have been a nice dinner waiting..” but he shrugs with an aloof nature just after using a hopeful, depressed tone. He was trying to irritate him in return, “Oh well. Do help yourself to soup. I figured you probably forgot to feed the poor child so I took the liberty in cooking.” He ran a hand through his now quite knotted green locks before returning his attention back to the feline, “You saved your contractor, that’s heroic enough I suppose. Considering this game, that’s all that matters for the moment.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head, “Would you rather me speak of your failures? I can bring out the old scrapbooks.. I’m sure Rhia would love to see..”

Absolem blinked, deciding to play along and follow in Cheshire’s display, feigning an uninformed disposition, “You’re not the Queen’s housecat?!” he inquires in false astonishment, mocking Cheshire, “Good, the only pet she’d be capable of keeping would most surely have to be immortal.” Absolem raised an eyebrow at the two. Something seems.. different about these two. Did something happen outside? Now this is curious indeed, very entertaining seeing Cheshire behave this way. I will have to pay much closer attention.. Absolem chuckled a bit, watching the girl’s face light up like a Christmas tree. One could surely fry an egg on her face by this point. So that’s how it is.. Typical female. He saved her life and now she’s gawking and fawning over him subconsciously? Don’t tell me he chose this feeble of a contractor.. Cheshire just what did you base your decision on? The green haired man sighed to himself, laying back and closing his eyes, “Are you two taking this serious or simply kicking it back and romancing..?” he asked exasperated with a hardly noticeable indication of concern. His eyebrows raised as Cheshire was informed of his thoughts, “Ah, I see she may prove useful yet! She snuck her way into my thoughts, it won’t happen again I assure you..” his jaw was tense, a bit angered that he’d for once been clearly bested, “I thought about shaving it if you ever anger me.. your new toy invaded my thoughts without permission.”

Absolem was actually almost asleep until Grey shot across the room and under a table. He sat up slowly, walking over to the other male regardless. He’s still asleep technically isn’t he? He sighed, deciding to try and calm down his own contractor. Apparently he was coping as well. How much was Grey silently enduring for him? Am I being selfish expecting so much from him?

He knelt down slowly infront of the boy, hand outstretched, for once, a full smile across his features. Absolem looked gentle and kindhearted as he spoke in a soothing voice, “Come on out. It’s me, Absolem.. I’ve been here the whole time..you were hugging me!” he chuckled, “Wake up Grey, you’re still having a nightmare.” He cooed gently, slowly reaching to touch the other male’s cheek reassuringly.

“You’re alive for the same reason Rhia is. You're alive because as long as me and Cheshire are here to protect you and Rhia, you’re both going to be fine. As much as we disagree I am sure by now he can agree with me on that.” Do I really care about leaving Wonderland? Leaving this poor child to become a chain without guidance? Though.. if we lose.. I’ll be imprisoned and never see the poor thing anyhow..
Absolem withdrew his hand, knowing it might only unset Grey further. “If I was trying to harm you, I would have already now wouldn’t I?” He tried to reason with the boy, “Here, I’ll prove it’s me…” He closed his eyes pondering for a moment before biting his bottom lip, jerking back to liveliness and a comforting expression after an idea hit him.

“If I’m not Absolem.. how would I know the first riddle he ever asked you? It definitely was; If you come across two men, one always lies, and one always tells the truth. One is an Saint, the other a sinner. What question do you ask to tell whom is who?” He smiled satisfied with his approach. Tease my child and someone shall be missing a hand.. he’s been so brave and loyal until now.. “Or would I know about the punishment threats?”

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

One of the figures was coming towards him, that definitely wasn't allowed. Heart pounding he tried to scramble away but got caught in the legs of the chairs around the table. He winced as the figure reached out towards him, it was speaking but the words made no sense. He was preparing to bite the hand and it drew closer to his face when something caught his eye, the figure had green hair, mint green hair.

"Wh-which hand is your left," Grey said with a nervous smile as Absolem brought up the first riddle he'd ever asked, "That would be the easy answer."

He didn't bring up the punishments, he was curious what Absolem had in store but decided that could wait till later. Slowly he crawled out from under the table and rubbed his eyes, looking down at the ground. He was sure that he looked a dreadful sight. His hair would be a tangled mess and his eyes would be red. He was embarassed that Rhia, Cheshire and Absolem had seen him act like that but more than that he was mad at how badly the dream had upset and affected him. Closing his eyes he placed his head in his hands and tried to refocus, he didn't want to appear weak infront of Absolem, it would be letting the man down. No matter how hard he tried though he kept seeing images of all those bodies surrounding him and other aspects of the dream, each time they would make him shudder and the tears would threaten to well up again. He cursed himself for not being stronger

"I'm so sorry Absolem," he said, refusing to look the man in the eye, "You're probably regretting your choice of such a weak person to contract with. I'm sorry that I've let you down."

Would Absolem want to replace him? Perhaps things would be better that way, at least then the man might win. In Grey's opinion that was all that really mattered now.


Sinistra/Tweedle Dee

Sinistra watched silently as Moonlight began to attack the dummy. It appeared that she had some skill and she was fast. Watching her dance and weave around the dummy reminded him of how Destra fought when he wasn't thowing his knives around. That was something Sinistra had always admired about his brother, the way he could be standing perfectly still one moment and then would become an elegant whirlwind of blades the next.

"I think that was pretty good," he said to Moonlight, carefully taking the rapier from her, "Of course you could always get better, do you use your whole weight when stabbing?"

As far as styles go he could see that Moonlight had a lot to work with but the question was, did she have the imagination to bring out its potential?

Cheshire

He stared at the girl, eyebrows raised. Imagined it? Somehow that didn't seem logical, then again what was in His Wonderland? Did she really hear something or just guess what Absolem was thinking? She'd been in his presence long enough to know his threats, maybe it was just dumb luck. He studied the way she drew her hands to her face, gnawing on her nails. Obviously, it stressed her else she wouldn't be reacting as such, maybe she did hear something. His ears perked as Caterpillar agreed to her statement. Maybe it was her gift? Did she accept him so quickly? He tilted his head at the girl, smirking at her flush. Maybe it was all in her head and that ritual was all she needed to finally accept the contract. Ah, humans..they're so predictable.Turning his attention to Absolem, he opened his mouth to retort but quickly clamped it shut as Grey threw himself under the table. Cheshire immediately tensed and shot up fully alert. "What the hell?!" he shouted angrily, clutching at his sides. The sudden motion startled him and tensing as such hurt. He glared icily at the boy as he rocked back in forth under the table. Pain made him angry and unconsciously reacting to the sudden childish fit of fear made him extremely annoyed. "Oh, I can surely help with that," he hissed under his breath referring to Grey's question of 'Why didn't I die?'

Though, seeing Absolem's sudden take on the situation, he clamped his mouth shut. Livid as he was, seeing Absolem in such a tender state was immediately prioritized. Was he actually comforting the boy? And did he just chuckle? The cat's mouth dropped and for once he was speechless. The tospy-turvy twist on his and Rhia partnership and now the affectionate actions caught between Absolem and Grey was exasperating. He muttered incoherently, turning away, for once too embarrassed to partake on the situation and resumed to laying down. Let him play Mother, it was no concern of his. He glanced over, noting Rhia's silence and met her baleful gaze. He spread his arms in baffled confusion, mouthing the word 'what?' the resumed to pouting. Curling up on the arm of the couch he closes his eyes and tries to block out the odd couple's conversation though his ears twitch as he overhears Absolem's statement: 'You’re alive for the same reason Rhia is. You're alive because as long as me and Cheshire are here to protect you and Rhia, you’re both going to be fine. As much as we disagree I am sure by now he can agree with me on that.' His ears jingled as they lowered upon his head. Who knew taking in strays would carry such responsibility? He thought back on Jabberwockey. The pause was nice, but they would have to resume to figuring out what could be done about the Plague whilst they had the time. He clutched his sides tenderly, remembering the fight and snuggled deeper into the cushion. Could he really protect them when he barely escaped himself? He mentally sighed, Alright, I'll play along. Absolem looked after his child, the least he could do is return the favour.

Absolem frowned a bit, raising an eyebrow. Bite me and it shall be the last thing you do Grey. He mentally warned the blonde, twitching a bit in irritation. How did I sign up for this babysitting job anyway? He desperately wanted to give the Queen a piece of his mind, but that wouldn’t end well for him or the child so he kept his thin lips clamped shut until the boy calmed. He nodded a bit. That’s better. Now you’re behaving.

“Good, so now you realize it’s me.” Absolem grinned at Grey, smiling at him as reassuringly as possible, “See. Absolem.” He chuckled, trying his best to keep up his kind façade. He wanted so much to taunt and tease the boy, but he couldn’t.. it would only make things much worse.

Absolem ruffled up Grey’s hair, rolling his eyes. Humans were so fragile. What did he think was attacking him while sleeping in my home? Doesn’t he realize just how difficult it is to penetrate the walls of my home? He dared Cheshire to taunt Grey, this wasn’t the time, as tempting as it was.

Absolem sighed a bit to himself, shaking his head at the blonde, “Even if I were to regret it, it’s too late for something as futile as that. I however, do not and shall not. So don’t even fret on such silly things.” He smirks at the blonde, “Now, regain your composure and pride. Take a deep breath and calm down..”

Why would I want to replace him? With whom? Humans are such touchy creatures. Who does he take me for? I’m much too accustomed to him already.

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Rhia opened one eye, snickering aloud at Cheshire’s reaction to Grey, “Scardy cat.” She smirked at him, satisfied with his embarrassing behavior. That’s what you get. She giggled a bit before finally she wiped her eyes, “You’re too jumpy.” She grinned at him, nuzzling the couch with a yawn. For once she was in a good mood while tired. Perhaps being in the soft couch brightened her mood? She stretched before giggling again, “Calm down, we all have nightmares..” she mumbled rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Rhia just blinked watching Grey. His behavior made her nervous. Was this supposed to happen to her? Was she going to react like that? These thoughts constantly posed a threat to her pride and nagged at her subconscious. She ignored it when Grey came to, closing her eyes trying to pretend she’d never seen what happened. I know what it’s like to feel so humiliated you wouild rather die, I won’t make fun of you or acknowledge it.. I’m not strong either, don’t fret. We’re going to have to grow according to this game, both of us, all four of us honestly.

She was also trying to ignore Cheshire who smirked when his taunting proved successful. I’ll push you off the couch.. she mumbled to herself. I won’t feel bad, you’re androgynous. She rubbed her temple with her fingers, trying to not get too irritated as she remained curled up in her corner of the couch. Her blue hair rested against the arm of the sofa that she’d claimed, letting the other pair have ‘a moment’ to themselves, as if she wasn’t present in the first place.


Rhia rolled her eyes when he seemed to not catch her drift, mouthing back the words; ‘forget it..’ she laughed aloud when he began to pout again, “I think I can get used to this..” she yawns, closing her eyes and actually attempting to go to sleep, not fighting it like before. I’m too tired to play it tough..and it feels so cozy here.. It took a few moments, but before Absolem even began to mention why her and Grey would be safe, she was breathing softly, aqua bangs sliding over her eyes.

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey smiled nervously, finally looking at Absolem with relief. The man wasn't going to replace him, that was good, he didn't want to wander around this strange place by himself and he didn't know how long he'd last by himself. Taking a deep breath he went and sat back on the couch, fiddling with the ends of his hair.

"I...I was in the wasteland again..." he said quietly.

Nobody had asked for an explaination but he still felt the need to tell the others about the dream.

"There were bodies all around me," continued Grey, "Everyone was killed by the Jabberwocky and then it came for me."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered how sad he had felt when he'd seen Absolem's lifeless body lying before him and the fear that had taken over as the Jabberwocky attacked. What would the others think of him? Would they see it as a sign of weakness? Absolem was being nice at the moment but he seemed annoyed, Grey was almost hoping that the man would crack some smart remark or threaten him again, at least then he'd know that everything was back to normal.

"I'm sorry if I scared anyone," he said, hugging his knees to his chest, "And Absolem, I'm sorry that I tried to force to rest before."

But then a new thought crossed his mind. Why was he sorry? He just wanted the man to go to sleep so he could recover.

"But what I said before still stands," he said cheekilly, trying to keep a grin under control, "Go to sleep or I'll sit on you."

Talking to Absolem like this was like playing with fire, he knew that now but he still couldn't resist, it would be funny to see what Absolem's reaction would be.


Destra/Tweedle Dum

Destra was about to comment on the way Moonlight danced around while she fought but was interrupted by a squealing noise as a momerath shot out of the nearby bushes with a note attactche to it. Raising an eyebrow he leapt at the shrieking green pig. It appeared the Duchess had sent a note. Tackling the momerath he gently untied the note and read it, eyes widening in horror.

"No way," he mumbled, shooting a panic laden glance at Sinistra, "This can't be happening."

On the note was a simple message but still it was enough to frighten both the twins.

The Jabberwocky is loose. Run.

"Looks like the game just got a whole lot harder," said Destra, retying the note to the momerath and taking a seat next to Sinistra.

He didn't mention the contents of the note to Moonlight. If she asked then he would tell her but there was no point in terrifying her needlessly. Looking at his brother he was sure that this was something they agreed on.

Cheshire

His ears twitched and he opened his eyes. Scardy cat? Did I hear that right? Slowly he pushed himself up and turned back and faced Rhia. He was about to give her mouthful of how wrong she was, but was caught off guard by her reaction. She was enjoying herself, which was strange. Was she pleased that Grey had cracked? He tilted his head. Her giggling could mean anything. He was used to her being quiet and fidgety, not so relaxed and..taunting? Was she actually taunting him? His pout slowly transformed into a small smirk. You little minx..

He let her comments slide, actually finding them amusing, regardless if it was at his expense. The girl had back bone that was certain, she needed to get in the habit of showing it more. He turned away and sank back into the cushion, starring at the odd couple who still were on the floor. His nose scrunched when he overheard Grey's dream of Jabberwockey and could stay quiet no longer. He let the two have a moment, but now wasn't the time to play nice. The boy would have to grow a pair and if Absolem wasn't able to help with that fact, he'd take it on himself. "You have a right to be scared, boy. Your dream could very well happen," Cheshire crossed his arms and locked his eyes on the child, glancing every now and again at Absolem. Irritation was present in his tone, but he didn't care, "The Plague is out there as we speak, corrupting and getting stronger. If you wish to survive, or for any of us to survive, toughen up. Do you think Jabberwockey is merciful? I made it back, but just barely. His power is.." His voice trails off as his mind slips back to the fight. Horrible..It's just horrible.. He shakes his head and returns back to the conversation, "Is unimaginable. So. if you really want to help, I need to know we can trust you. You are not my responsibility, child, but I will protect you. Will you protect us or will you crack?"

He let his speech sink in. He knew he was being harsh, but from what he saw of the boy, he needed it. Playing nice, pretending everything was going to be ok wasn't going to help any of them. He hated living a lie, and judging by the irritation in Absolem's face, he could see the Chain possibly felt the same way. He just hoped he didn't anger the Caterpillar too badly. He rests his eyes upon Absolem now, his anger and irritation used up, "I took refuge with the Duchess and luckily The Beast didn't follow me. Before I left I asked her to send word of Jabberwockey's freedom. Hopefully she did. We need to gather everyone and take The Plague out. As is, it'll pick us off one by one," He gazed around at the trio, he was completely serious, for once, not a crack of amusement ghosted his frame, "This isn't something that will go away and leave us alone. Abs, you know this. And as heroic and powerful and cool as I am, my claws and teeth only go so far. We need the vorpal blade." To tell the truth, the though of coming up against Jabberwockey both excited and terrified Cheshire. He had looked death in the eye and survived, not many come out of situations like that completely fine, but his Wonderland was at stake. Not just his child or himself, or the others, his entire world and he would fight for it.

Absolem stood and laughed at Grey, wiping off his pants with a snicker, “Good, now you’ve calmed down.” He smirked, slowly slipping back into his aloof and uncaring nature. He looked to Rhia for a moment who seemed to be sleeping, tilting his head perplexed, “How can she sleep so peacefully at a time like this?”

“I see, but soon, we do not have the luxury to make such mistakes about reality, so you need to learn the difference. It could prove between life and death.” Absolem warned.

Absolem ran a hand through his hair, “Cheshire is quite right, it is possible. I won’t lie. Apparently my reassurance isn’t very helpful so far, but I wanted to keep you as innocent as long as I could, in two days you will find yourself in a whole new world and I doubt you will appreciate any of it.” His pink eyes shifted between the cat and Grey, not at all affected by his contractor being spoken to so harshly, “It’s my job to inform you, which I planned to eventually, but it seems he’s beaten me once again.” Absolem shrugs indifferently.

“It’s quite alright, you meant well I suppose..” but his eyes flickered to a more dangerous expression, “But I’m not the type to submit to anyone.. remember that .” Absolem was telling the truth, he never truly submitted to the Queen, he found his own way of doing things, adding his personality into everything he does. He was never loyal to her.

“I’m terrified. You weight a whole one hundred pounds?” he asked raising his eyebrow at the other male mockingly, “I doubt that can keep me anywhere long.” He stated honestly, smirking at the other male, “Besides, I’m sure Cheshire is quite sick of the cuddling.. but I will rest soon, I assure you. We all should, especially Cheshire and his wounds.” Absolem smirks at Cheshire tauntingly, eyes sparkling with a taunting look as he gazes upon the cat. You’ve been rather touchy with my contractor, are you that brutally blunt with her? His gaze turned to the sleeping girl, then he shook his head, rolling his eyes, “There are enough bedrooms for everyone, unless we truly want to have a girly sleepover in the livingroom.”

Absolem’s face became disgusted the second he mentioned Duchess. Although more refined than most, Absolem couldn’t exactly say he was fond of her. She was loud and overly dramatic. He could do without. Cheshire at least had a somewhat calm and mellow air about him, “Ugh. Only because I do not wish to regrow my mushroom patch from scratch and it would be bothersome to let that plague run around as if it owns the place.” He sighs softly, running a hand through his hair, silently laughing at the cat, nodding his head in agreement, “As much as I feel extreme animosity towards most of our fellow Wonderland residents, I must agree with you on this. We do need as many as we can get.. and the Vorpal Blade.”

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Rhia was already giving into sleep by the time he reacted to her playful teasing. She slept peacefully through their discussion of the Jabberwocky, breathing slowly, steadily, far to peacefully for the situation at hand. She curled up even further against her claimed arm of the couch, aquamarine lovks falling to conceal her face as she shifted ever so slightly. She had been tired when she’d called him a scardy cat, whether she meant it or would even support her decision to playfully jab at the cat when she awoke was fickle. She was emotionally jumping to extremes constantly, even when she played it cool for him on the outside. Though she proved in the hall she was proficient at playing it cool and relaxing when it was called for. When it was dangerous. When she took the situation seriously, she wasn’t going to freak out and chicken out. Even if she was scared, losing, trapped. As long as she could move, she’d push on further, she’d continue to think, to plan, to attempt escape and understanding. Sure Absolem and Grey got to see her torn up, but that was because she thought Cheshire was dead. Cheshire saved her from the hall. He saved her from the Jabberwocky. She owed him a lot. She owed it to him to be brave.. and all of her worries she would be inadequate were somehow standing outside waiting for her, outside of her dreams. Unlike Grey, when she slept, she wasn’t one to have nightmares often.

--- Rhia Dream ---

- She was back in her world, but the faces, the details were blurred, she couldn't make out much of anything, the world around her was zooming past her in every direction, the streets were filled with people but no one she could recall. Where was she? There were flashing lights, large machines zooming by on a concrete road. There were tall buildings. Where was she? She looked around curiously, trying to figure it out. Where am I? Where is Cheshire, Absolem and Grey? She was curious, getting a bit anxious, but this place felt so familiar so she wasn't scared or panicing. Why does this feel so familiar? -

Cheshire

He kept his position, eyeing the odd pair. It did surprise him a bit, how indifferent Absolem was to his little outburst, considering when he first met the boy Caterpillar was like a walking barrier for the child. Maybe, he finally realized playing nice wasn't what it was cut out to be. He looked to the sleeping girl, a small smirk upon his lips again. It had taken some time, hell it had taken nearly his life, but he had managed to get on the girl's good side. And I never had to play nice. His pride was definitely soaring, after surviving the Beast and patching things up with Rhia. He felt good, especially now when he could very well rub it in Caterpillar's face how he had the better child. He snickered to himself, imagining how that childish shindig would go down and kept the thought to himself. Though amusing as it may be, now was not the time for showing off, even if he did hold better cards. For now, he needed everyone to work together and and figure out what to do.

He let Caterpillar rant and explain things to the boy as he found himself succumbing to the couch cushions once more. He could feel Absolem's mocking eyes on him, but was too tired to meet them. Even when Absolem poked at his current state, his eyes just slowly closed. The Chain was right. He was exhausted. He didn't realize how worn out and how sore he was, what with all the excitement of the reunion. His brushed his fingers gently across his bloodied bandages and sighed. Though hours had passed since his battle the wounds still felt fresh. He grimaced mentally and slowly curled himself into a ball. He hoped he would find himself feeling better after resting a bit. What good was an injured Chain to a dying world?

"I'm fine with the girlishly sleeping.." Cheshire managed to mumble. Now that he was laying down, he knew he wasn't getting up. He was far too tired and sore. Besides, he didn't want to leave the girl's side. He knew he was in a safe heaven for now, but the thought of Jabberwocky separating them again made him uncomfortable. Finally giving in to unconsciousness, he crashes, his last thought a prayer that the boy's dream was just a dream and not some horrible premonition. Losing what he had now was unacceptable.

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey looked at Absolem and Cheshire, blinking calmly. They were both angry or upset with him but he was sure that it was just because they were stressed out.

"I know it's a possibility," he said, "That's why it was so scary. The reason I freaked out is because you were all dead and I obviously hadn't been able to help any of you. Being unable to help has always been my worst nightmare."

The last few words brought a frown to his face. Was that true? He didn't remember for sure but he was positive that this was true.

"You're probably right," sighed Grey as Absolem taunted him about his weight, "I guess I'm too puny to subdue you."

Absolem seemed to be acting a little colder than before but at least he had taken the bait and was making witty remarks again and he had said that he'd rest too so that was good, that had been the point all along.

"I don't think Rhia or Cheshire are going anywhere," said Grey when Absolem brought up bedrooms, "The couches are really comfortable so I'm quite happy to have a girly sleep over."

Rubbing his eyes he grabbed a cushion and curled up around it, staring at Absolem. He didn't have any intention of going to sleep untill he saw Absolem lie down and rest first.


Destra/Tweedle Dum

"Um...trouble," said Destra when Moonlight asked about the note, "Big trouble."

Perhaps the best thing to do would be to go see the Duchess and find out how much she knew, at the very least it would give Moonlight someone to meet and he was sure that the Duchess would love a visitor.

"Lets go for a walk, you can meet our...friend," he said with an uncertain glance towards Sinistra, "The Duchess, I bet she'd love to meet you."

Signalling to follow him he set off for the Duchess's house.


Sinistra/Tweedle Dee

Taking Moonlight's hand he began to follow his brother. Having to find out about the Jabberwocky in a note from the Duchess was disturbing, how had they not been able to sense that something that dangerous was once again free. The simple fact was, as usually both he and his brother had been too wrapped up in their quarrel to notice much of anything, it was amazing that he still noticed Moonlight was there.

"You'll have to remember to be very polite when around the Duchess," he said to Moonlight, "But I'm sure that won't be a problem for you. I warn you now, the Duchess is very..."

His voice cut off as the drew within sight of the Duchess's home. The were splinters and black goo everywhere, lying around the yard were the bodies of seceral pigs and momeraths.

"Oh no," he whispered fearfully as a new volley of black blobs were launched at the house, "It's here."

He could only hope that the Duchess had gotten away.


Duchess Sophie

She smiled at Belca as the girl signed the book before it vanished with a bell like sound.

"Thank you very much Belca," she said, "I promise you can rely on me."

The next moment she was running to the window as a group of pigs and momeraths rushed inside squealing. There could only be one reason for it. Danger. She sighed as the first volley struck. As was to be expected it was the jabberwocky...or it's minions anyway.

"I beg your pardon?" questioned the Duchess as a voice requested she let their man go, "Oh dear, with that voice it could only be Dormouse. What has that disgusting disease done to you?"

On the outside she appeared calm but inside she was falling apart. She knew what she had to do in order to escape but she didn't want to, the thought was just too sad to even properly think through. Gazing out the window pensively she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the Cook, his eyes full of sorrow.

"I can't ask you to do that," she said, taking hold of his hand, "I don't want to do it."

The Cook said nothing, he just continued to stare at her with his sorrow filled gaze. She knew that he wasn't going to back down. Reluctantly she knelt on the ground and gathered all the pigs and momeraths around her in a tight circle where she closed her eyes and began to focus. A glow surrounded the group and when it faded she was surrounded by a group of boys and girls with green or pink hair, each was armed with a weapon of some sort.

"You all know what you have to do," she said, looking at the Cook, "I'm sorry that it has to be this way. Give it your all."

Silently nodding, the boys and girls rushed out the front door towards the infected army.

"Come with me Belca," she said, grabbing the girl's hand and dragging her son along, "We have to leave."

As she left she turned to look at the Cook one last time, he was setting the house on fire. It wouldn't do to let the Jabberwocky ransack the place. With a weak smile she hurried out the conservatory door, heading for one of the forest covered hills that surrounded her home. Soon she saw the red hair of the twins, they were standing on the hill with someone else. She didn't greet the twins as she walked up to them, instead turning to look at the scene before her silently with tears cascading from her eyes. Her home was burning, all the stories she had spent so long writing were going up in flames, the pigs and momeraths she had raised and nursed back to health were probably all going to die but at least they wouldn't get tainted like the Cook would, as soon as they were killed or her projection wore off then they would fade away, it was just the way things had always been. She watched them as they fought fiercely to give her enough time to run away. As the Cook ran into the fray shouting pepper she turned away with an audible cry and began to run, trying to put as much distance between herself and her burning home as possible.

Rhia shifted in her sleep as if she knew Cheshire was thinking something that would prove controversial and debatable between them, though she merely rolled over, hugging a cushion on their couch. She was still troubled with her dream inside of her head, nowhere near waking up anytime soon, especially on such a soft piece of furniture. It was much better than the floor of the Hall or a tree in her opinion, but aloud she wouldn’t insult Cheshire that much, so she never complained about it then.

---
She continued walking through the dream, continued travelling aimlessly, seeing people without truly seeing them. Everything was blurry, as if she was looking through a pair of fogged glasses. She heard chatter, but she couldn’t make it out for the life of her. What was going on? Why was she here and how did she get here? “Hello?” she called out…only to hear nothing.. Why… what happened to my voice..? “Hello!?” she tried again, but again the same occurrence. It’s happening all over again.. why can’t I remember why I’m here!? Why can’t I remember anything important!?

She groaned softly in her sleep, almost inaudibly from the nightmare, if you could call it as such.

---



Absolem eventually calmed down when he took notice that Grey seemed to be quieter and was taking his situation a lot more seriously. Good, I didn’t make a terrible choice after all. Ha, in your face Cheshire, I know you were mocking my choice because I mocked yours previously. Yours is still very innocent and naïve do you have a place to mock him?

“Good, then it’s proven I didn’t choose an imbecile.” He smirked a bit at this, not even noticing he took about half a second to glance at Cheshire smugly, “Just calm down for now. We’ll work on honing your skills tomorrow.” Absolem sighed in defeat, "We all need a bit of rest I’m sure.” He mutters, feeling sleep creeping upon even him seductively.

He couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at the response from Grey because this boy never ceased to amaze and at the same time, amuse him beyond human measurement. You make so many facial expressions child. Does it not wear you out? Do you not get tired from wearing your heart on your sleeve so loosely? I could easily break you, much like the flowers.. but what would be the beauty in that?

“You’re skinny as a rail and a human, the cards are against you I’m afraid..” Absolem mumbles almost unnoticeably before making his return back over to the extensive couch, letting out a deep breath before allowing himself to slowly collapse onto it and grasping a cushion of his own, using it as a pillow. I’d forgotten how enticing just lying down and breathing was. I guess chaos makes you appreciate the finer, simpler things in life.

Absolem knew he was being sour and distant towards Grey, but in front of the competition this is how they would have to be. Showing they’d formed a connection would prove deadly. Many in Wonderland weren’t against hostage and torture when it came to protecting their lives. Many would look for his weakness in a form such as this. Absolem had very few emotional weaknesses afterall.. and physical would require catching him off guard or tired out from previously fighting or using his abilities.

He buried his face into the pillow, shaking his head; “I’m going to make this little sleepover as manly as I can manage.” Absolem muttered into it, a yawn following in suit. I don’t think I’ve been this exhausted in years. Go figure. He closed his eyes, knowing that the boy would be too stubborn to sleep first. You’ve got perseverance I give you that much. He felt sleep starting to win the battle, so he mumbled one last thing before surrendering to it completely.

“Goodnight..”

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

"The cards are stacked against me are they?" thought Grey to himself as he watched Absolem settle down.

He was pretty sure that there was a card called Strength in his deck but then again, he had know way of knowing how that would manifest itself or if he'd even be able to do the same thing as with the staff.

"Goodnight Absolem," he whispered, wathcing the man fall asleep.

It was odd, Absolem's face seemed so much softer when he was asleep, it was almost like he wore a mask when he was awake but didn't have to hide his true self from his dreams.

"How very enigmatic of you," thought Grey, "I guess you're a puzzle that doesn't want to be solved."

Patiently he listened to the soud of everyone around him breathing, lost in the worlds inside their dreams. He knew he should sleep too but he had an uneasy feeling, the same one he'd felt before the Jabberwocky had attacked earlier. Quietly he began to hum to himself, shuffling his tarot cards, he had almost completed shuffling when two cards fell out. He fell silent as he looked on them, their meanings slowly coming back to him. The first one was the Devil, it seemed to fit in with his feeling of unease because he remembered it as a sign of violence and ruin among other things, of course that was probably because he would soon be fighting for his life against Rhia and others like her. The second card he found a little more confusing though. It was the Lovers, gazing upon the picture its mean rose to the front of his thoughts, the Lovers could symbolize a close partner but also betrayal. Looking over at Aboslem's sleeping form with sad eyes and then back to the card he hastilly put it away. Absolem would never betray him, the card had been pure coincidence and he'd let it feed his paranoia, that was all. With a final glance at the deck of cards he curled up around his cushion again before shuffling closer to Absolem where he fell asleep.


Sinistra/Tweedle Dee

Sinistra glanced appologetically at Moonlight before leading her after the Duchess. Introductions and explainations could wait until later but right now they had to move. As it was they were probably going to have to fight to get away.

"Looks like we might have a fight on our hands," he said to Moonlight, "Just remember to keep a strong will about you, stay back from the combat if you can and if you see an opportunity to run, take it."

Running to catch up to the Duchess he drew up beside the silver haired girl next to her.

"Not exactly the best time to make your aquaintence but we might not have another chance," he said, tipping his hat to her, "I'm Sinistra and he's Destra."

With a quick look behind him he saw a swarm of infected animals in the distance giving chase, they were going to catch up soon and then they would be in real trouble.


Destra/Tweedle Dum

"Contrarywise I'm Destra and he's Sinistra," he said, coming up on the girl's other side, "And this is Moonlight, who might you be."

Sinistra had hold of Moonlight's hand and the silver haired girl was being pulled along by the Duchess so he grabbed the hand of the Duchess's son, giving him a quick smile.

"I hate to rain on the parade but we're going to have some unwanted company very soon," said Destra, looking at the Duchess.

The woman who was usually so loud and dramatic was being oddly silent, she seemed broken.

"Sophie, we need to do something," he said squeezing her free hand.

But there was no response, the only thing that she seemed to have on her mind was moving forward. Glancing back at the advancing army and then at his brother he nodded grimly. They would have to face their greatest fear to buy them all some more time to get away.

"Moonlight, we need you to stay with the Duchess ok?" he said quickly, "Sinistra and I are going to stay behind for a moment and then we'll come after you."

With that he stopped running and turned hand in hand with Sinistra to face their distant followers. In synchronity they closed their eyes took a deep breath and raised their hands, focusing. Seconds later, glowing birds began to pour from their hands, all kinds of birds, sparrows, eagles, owls, crows took wing into the air, some were blue and some were red and very soon there was a huge cloud of them flying towards the diseased army. The birds were all made from some kind of energy, had his sister been there then Destra knew she would have been able to tell him what type but in any case they made a beautiful sight, except to the twins.

"L-L-Let's..." began Destra, his face pale, but he didn't need to finish.

Silently they turned and began to run as fast as they could after the Duchess. With luck the birds would take out most of the smaller infected beings but no matter what, they were bound to buy the escapees some time.


Duchess Sophie

The Duchess looked at Belca, stunned, was the girl actually trying to comfort her? Destra's words had been lost on her but somehow Belca had managed to snap her out of the numb daze she'd been stuck in. She mannaged to smile weakly at her before returning her attention to the matter at hand. It appeared that Sinistra and Destra had decided to try buy them some more time and had left her with their contractor, the girl seemed to be very nervous but who was better to look after a lost child than herself, the Duchess Sophie Vespre?

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said brightly, "But I think I'll save greeting you properly untill we're all together somewhere safer. YOur young friends will be back shortly."

Leaping over a fallen log she ran into a clearing of trees where she stopped dead in her tracks, the skirts of her dress swirling about her.

"All of you stop," said the Duchess urgently.

She was sure she'd heard something in the distance. Something big and growling. Something she couldn't outrun. It would be here soon and the only option would be to fight.

"I hope you know how to use that rapier," she said to the Twins contractor, preparing to take on the new threat, "I fear that you're going to need it."

She hoped that the twins would catch up before the thing arrived, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to fight whatever it was while protecting Belca, her son and the new girl. A desperate plan was begining to form in her mind, if she could just get rid of this thing then she could take the others to Absolem's mushroom patch, then they might be able to form some kind of resistance against the plague.


Cook

He raced towards the bears, he knew he stood no chance against them in close combat, he'd seen what they'd done to the pigs and momeraths. But he had a secret, one of the best kept secrets in all of wonderland which was surprising because it was the only word he'd ever been able to say for as long as he could remember.

He could control pepper.

While this didn't seem like much at first it was not an ability to be underestimated. The Duchess had been the only one who knew about his ability and had realised its potential.

As the bears drew near he danced out of the way of its swiping paw. He wasn't powerful enough to take out all the infected beings around him but maybe, with luck he'd be able to take out most, if not all of the bears. That would at least make things easier for the Duchess later on.

Soon he was surround by the gruesome beasts, this was it, no way out now.

"Pepper!" he bellowed, stomping his foot and raising his hands.

As his foot reached the ground a shockwave of dust rippled out, hovering in the air as a black cloud. It was everywhere, the build up of countless years of peppery meals. The cloud began to spin around like a tornado, quickly reaching a speed where it was like a sandstorm, the cracked pepper coarse enough to tear though flesh. In the center of the storm stood the cook, his eyes streaming, there was no air inside the storm of pepper, it was like a vacuum, very soon he would suffocate and the pepper storm would subside revealing the aftermath. Whether or not he had destroyed the bears not longer mattered, he had given everything he could. As his world began to fade he tried to speak one last time.

"Sophie," he whispered, tear rolling down his cheeks, surprised that he'd finally been able to say anything but pepper.

The pepercloud cleared minutes later to reveal the lifeless body of the cook and anything that had died with him. There was a smile upon his lips as if he had died for something he loved or perhaps he was glad he hadn't fallen at the hands of the mutilated army. Nobody would ever know for sure.

Cheshire

The cat stirred in his slumber, growling and twitching lightly. The darkness of dreaming was overwhelming and though he couldn't see anything, the presence he felt was undeniable. Jabberwockey. Even in dreams he couldn't escape The Plague. He stumbled through the dark dream, devoid of every sense. It was as if Jabberwockey's presence had shoved everything aside, filling the dream with only its essence. After a moment in complete darkness, a single whimper was heard. He wished to find the source, to find out what was going on, but was unable to move or see, none-the-less talk. Then, what began as a single cry suddenly began to grow in volume and ferocity. He wanted to cry out, to clutch at his ears as the shrieking merged together. The noise was unbearable. Just when it seemed his eardrums would burst the explosion of sound stopped and was replaced by the soft, cool banter of The Beast. Fury blazed within, it's raw force burning more than physical description. Cheshire stirred, demanding control of his dream, feeling The Change. He let it ride as Jabberwockey's laughter echoed through the void, then softly demanded: "Here kitty, kitty.." It's last words brought the cat back to his senses.

She opened her eyes and lay still, taking note of her present placement. Her eyes grazed calmly along the cushy contours of the couch then came to rest upon her sleeping child. She gave a mental sigh. Everything was as she left it. Slowly, she clenched and unclenched her fingers, happy to feel once again, regardless of how much she ached. She looked down at herself and raised her brows, discovering that she had transformed in her sleep. "Hn. Haven't done that since I was a kitten." She mused to herself. Slowly she pushed herself up, retracting her enlarged claws and teeth, which stopped growing in mid-morph. Obviously, the Change was up for a fight, but the transformation may have been too much for her body to handle; hence why she was now female. She shrugged, figuring it was time for a change anyway, though she was displeased she had no awareness of it. The transformation hadn't hurt as much as she feared, what with her injuries, it just left her with a deep, unpleasant throb.

She pushed herself off the couch, smirking sheepishly at the long, thin tars she had put in the cushions during her sleep. Hopefully, Caterpillar wouldn't notice.. She stepped lightly upon the floor and gazed about the room. Though the transformation left her body a little more achy than she wanted, she felt rejuvenated. Her body bristled with anticipation. She smiled at her jitters. How long had she slept? Turning her gaze away from the others she looked around the house, but soon gave up attempting to decipher her misplaced time. She walked pass her sleeping companions, careful not to wake them, and stopped before the door. She didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but she left herself outside and ambled cautiously upon the unseen house. Something was coming. She could feel it, just as she had in her dream, and though she was aware that Absolem had his ways of getting information about his realm, she wouldn't be content just idly sitting by. She looked over the Mushroom Patch and thought back at her Sanctuary, her fingers itching to let the Change rage forth and find the beast. She pushed it back, reminding herself there were plans to be made before that showdown came again. She would be ready. She plopped upon the top of the house and smirked. This area wasn't nearly as lovely as hers, but she would not let Jabberwockey claim another realm. Thus she sat upon the house, invisible, except for her golden eyes and watched.

Absolem had fallen asleep, so he missed the last few things Grey had said. He was just too mentally exhausted. He’d used his abilities far too generously that day, he finally needed a well-earned siesta. He didn’t even hear the boy tell him goodnight. He was already out like a light. He wasn’t the type to dream, he more or less was in a world full of mushrooms, an odd smoke filling the air, making it foggy and hard to see. He’d had this ‘dream’ for as long as he could remember. He’d walk around and find no one, no matter how hard he used to run and frantically search. Eventually he ended his efforts, giving up and settling with perching himself atop the biggest mushroom and just watching the landscape until he awoke. ‘Does this even count as dreaming if nothing actually happens..?’

In the real world, Absolem responded to the boy, letting an arm fold around him as they both slept. He was protective, no one could deny it, but he’d eventually have to show Grey a side of him that the boy wouldn’t like. He’d have to remain cold and indifferent, but for the sake of his contractor. He was too untrusting of his fellow dwellers of Wonderland. He knew they’d strike Grey the second they realized the boy held even a small place in Absolem’s heart. There were very few was to rip him down otherwise, other than to tire him out, which, wouldn’t take long in a prolonged battle. He was physically average in strength, possibly a bit weak for a male, but after over-using his ability, he was a sitting duck. Too long of use immobilized him, possibly even renders him unconscious. He knew he’d have to keep himself behind a thick sheet of glass when the games officially started. It was for the boy’s own good in the long run.



--- In her dream ----
Rhia was to the brink of tears. Hundreds of people passed her, not a single one even stopping to glance at her. Where was everyone? Why was she all alone? She went to scream, but the dream grew blurry instantly.
--- Exit dream---

She shot up instantly, one hand over her mouth, the other through her short hair. She was sweaty, trembling like a leaf in the wind. She let her eyes shift along the room, sighing when she saw Absolem and Grey. They’re..uncharacteristically cozy. How can they relax that much at a time like this.. everything is going to hell.. all of this beauty, destroyed. Even poor Cheshire’s home.. How do they have time for romancing? then she turned, noticing Cheshire had already woken up. She touched her throat, deciding to not search for the cat. She wasn’t going to be clingy. That wasn’t a very endearing trait. She instead slipped off the couch, tip-toeing into the kitchen to fetch a glass and get some water. She looked at the sink baffled. Three..mushrooms? How do you work these things?

Rhia bravely reach forward and poked one, only for it to sneeze, making the girl jump backwards in fear. Holy shi-! She thought to herself, nearly tripping over a chair. She took a moment to calm herself before she began to timidly step forwards again. She gulped before trying the second, only for it to snap at her finger. She gasped and jerked her hand back, but it got a good chomp into her before she’d escaped and her other hand dropped the glass. She tried to catch it, but found herself only wincing as it shattered against the floor. Shoot.. I hope that didn’t wake up Absolem.. he’ll be so mad at me.. She looked down at her hand, “O-ow..” Her finger was freely bleeding. It took a good bite, didn’t it? She carefully rushed around the glass, getting a broom and a pan, attempting to sweep up the mess. She was struggling however, due to the fact that her finger was going through a burning sensation. It felt like she’d ran it under liquid fire. Just what kind of mushrooms bite?! She tried to ignore the calm dripping of blood down her finger, the glass on the floor was her main priority. I can’t even get a glass of water without making a fool out of myself and getting hurt.. she sighed softly, not even fathoming it was weird for a home to have such precautions and traps throughout it. She didn't even think it once, throwing the glass away in a…mushroom shaped waste bin. What is Caterpillar, a druggie? Does he smoke shrooms? She shook her head, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her finger, trying to apply pressure. She’d of wet the towel, but water was what got her in this mess in the first place.

She looked around for anything resembling a Band-Aid, but found nothing. She sighed, removing the bandages under her shirt, letting them slide off from beneathe, she had more of a feminine figure now. It actually was a bit surprising she’d managed to pull off being a guy. She took the bandages and cut a portion, tying it around her finger tightly, disposing of the bloody towel. There.. at least I can address my own wounds.. though I wish I knew where something to disinfect it was.. I don’t think it’s supposed to burn like this.. She reach into the fridge, finding more of Absolem’s soup. This will have to do.. She found a bowl and spoon, pouring her a bowl and sitting at the table, hoping Absolem wouldn’t mind that she’d helped herself. She took a drink of the now chilly broth, sighing to herself in relief. Anything felt good on her throat at this point.

Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey shifted in his sleep at the sound of glass breaking but didn't wake. He was in a deeper sleep now, he supposed that the way he'd suddenly woken up before had left him exhausted, not to mention all the things he'd gone through that day. Somehow the sound of the breaking glass made its way into his dream.

He was in some sort of old fashioned living room looking at a photo. He was in the center of the picture with people all around him but he was the only one that could be seen clearly. Every other person in the photo had their face blurred out by some sort of fog, like someone had breathed on the glass. Gently he tried to wipe it away but wherever he touch the glass it crack untill finally it shattered. Silently he stared at the frame, it no longer held the picture, instead there was more of the strange mist inside, he was sure that he could see strange shapes within the fog. Slowly the frame began to grow larger and larger, desperately he looked around the room to find an exit which was when he realised he wasn't alone. In the corner stood Absolem, no, it wasn't Absolem but it looked almost identical to him, he was just lacking the mint green hair. The man who was not Absolem opened his mouth and began to speak but no words came out. The man looked at Grey sadly and then his form began to flicker, he was changing. Soon the Absolem look-a-like was gone and in his place was a tall figure dressed in black, eerily it began to float towards Grey, its feet only just brushing the the ground. The figure had a frightening aura about it, without looking back Grey jumped through the frame and into the fog. There were mushrooms everywhere and the fog wasn't fog or mist, it was smoke, everything was hard to see as things often were in dreams but one thing wasn't certain, this dream didn't belong to him. It felt...lonely. Cautiously he began to wander through the mushrooms, looking for anyone or anything. Was this Absolem's dream? Somehow he was sure of it, he could almost feel that the man was somewhere in the dream, the warmth he felt when he was close to him and the certainty that he would be safe and secure that made him want to be close to him but there wasalso the lonelyness which seemed to move through the air of the dream. Soon enough he saw a figure in the distance sitting on top of a mushroom. Was it Absolem this time? "The caterpillar on top of a mushroom surrounded by smoke, how ironic," he said to himself, "Next he'll be asking me 'Who are you?'" That was a thought, would Absolem recognise him in the dream, did Grey even look like himself, was he actually a part of the dream or was he just an observer. Curiousity was beginning to overwhelm him, he had to find out now. Carefully he made his way towards the lonely figure, "So are you going to tell me that one side will make me taller while the other side will make me shorter?" he asked, kicking at the ground shyly. He wasn't entirely sure that he liked being in another person's dream, it felt like he was invading their privacy.


Sinistra/Tweedle Dee & Destra/Tweedle Dum

The twins ran as fast as they could, hoping to catch up to the Duchess. Neither wanted to be caught by the army but they also didn't want to stick around for the birds. Every so often Sinistra would scoop up a stone from the ground while he ran and then launch it from his catapault at the distant mob, each stone hitting downing a target but it would never be enough to take down the whole army.

"That can't be the Dormouse can it?" said Sinistra, holding on to his hat as he ducked under a branch,
"Contrarywise, if it was it might be but it's not," said Destra, glancing back at what had once been the Dormouse, "Not anymore, nohow."

Finally they caught up to the Duchess who was standing in the middle of a clearing with Belca and Moonlight on either side and her son behind her.

"Sophie, what are you doing?" asked Destra, waving his arms fearfully, "You should be running from the things, not waiting for them to come get you, that's logic."

Running over to Moonlight the twins stood on either side of her and then turned to look at the Duchess.

"What's the problem? We need to leave," exclaimed Sinistra.


Duchess Sophie

She had been preparing to fight whatever was coming but that had all changed right before the twins had caught up to them. There was no longer the one big powerful thing coming towards them, now there were three. One she might have been able to handle but even with Sinistra and Destra here there was no way she could take on all three and be sure of victory, not with the level of power she was feeling from them. Now the only hope would be to run, even if escape wasn't possible they might at least make it to Absolem's mushroom patch before the amry caught up with them, then the man could help, if not then they'd just have to hope that the three big things had spread out enough that they could be taken down one by one.
"You're right, things changed and we need to go, now," said the Duchess, grabbing Belca's hand and taking off.

Sinistra and Destra wouldn't be able to find Absolem's house so it all depended on her leading them there.

"By the way Destra," she said as she ran, "I'd like to remind you that I'm a Duchess and you should address me as such, using my name is far too informal of you."

Very soon the trees gave way to giant mushrooms but that said nothing, Absolem's house was still a fair distance away, the Duchess just hoped they could make it in time, all she cared about was getting Belca and the others to safety.

Cheshire

After a time she let herself fade back, finally satisfied with Absolem's barrier. Enough creatures of the Fungus realm had passed and taken no notice of the homely mushroom, even when she flaunted her visible self around. Now she comfortably sat, surrounded by a growing pile of dirtied bandages. She was surprised at how quickly she was healing. Already, the wounds were scarring over. The Duchess' handiwork definitely paid off. She traced her fingers gently across various scars as she slowly pulled the remaining wrapping off, stopping to study her surprise stitches. She supposed, after battling an army of bears among other creatures, how else would she stay together? She grinned sheepishly at herself, slowly twisting to see the extent of the damage. I look like a ragdoll. Her ears flattened upon her head and she stopped herself. She still wasn't too flexible. Though her wounds were healing, she didn't want to risk re-opening them or tearing the stitches. She still felt the deep, pulsing pain. It would take some time before she was fully healed, but she held onto the progress she was making. She wasn't useless. She could move, though not as fluidly, but she was perfectly capable of fighting. How much of that logic she didn't really believe, but she let denial carry her spirit higher. She would fight if it came to that, nothing would keep her from defending her world and getting her revenge for her destroyed forest, not even her body.

She stared off into the distance, tracing a finger on the mushroom top, etching swirls, strange objects and symbols into it's soft meat. She could feel the presence still, changing, corrupting. Her throat tightened, it was like being choked. She could feel the anguish her world was in and it was unbearable. Wonderland's life was either taken or used, Jabberwockey leaving no room for anything else other than itself. Where was the Queen in all of this? Where were the Higher Chains? Surely, they knew what was going on in her Wonderland, so why was nothing being done about it? Did they have power over the Beast? She shook her head. No, that couldn't be it. It took an outsider, that girl, Alice, to take care of the Thing before and honestly, she couldn't recall what had happened afterward. Cheshire's thoughts came to rest upon Rhia. Would she suffer the same fate as Alice? Would she face Jabberwockey and fade away into obscurity? Was that the children's reason for being here? Did the Queen know of the Plague's freedom and presented the game to fool the Chains into fixing the issue? Cheshire grunted, "She never did dirty her own hands." Whatever the Queen's plans, Cheshire would do things her way, as she always did.

Hearing rustling from inside the house, her ears perked up. Leaning over the side of the mushroom top she maneuvered herself until she was above a window, then she let her head down to peer inside. "Oi!" she called to no one in particular, "You all awake yet?!"