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Uh oh. She rushed back to where it had been and after concluding that she had entered wherever she needed to go, she sat down and waited for whatever special event she had unknowingly partaken in to begin.
"Hey! Shut up for a second so that I can find you!" he yelled back at the voice, glad for a reprieve from the haunting music that had filled the room a moment ago.
She paused, wondering how she could find someone in a maze of corridors and if this really was 'Wonderland' ... There could be anything in store ... "I'm going to open the doors and shout down them, tell me which one seems louder to you!" All the doors eventually closed quietly, and she headed straight for the one at the far end, where the shouting seemed to be comming from.
Flinging it open wide, she shouted "Hello!". She went one to her left and did the same again. Then she went to the one opposite on the right and did the same again.
He grinned towards her, "Welcome," he snapped his fingers and a parchment appeared out of thin air, "Saku Nervetti! You are the first to officially enter the game!" he exclaimed as he rose from his throne and twirled around. As he was twirling around and round, Blood sang the next verse:
Blue ready to blow your mind..."
The Shop Keeper smirked at her, "Now, shall we," then suddenly a long table appeared filled with sweets and tea accompanied with charming crimson chairs, "Have a cup of tea while we wait for the others, hm?"
Suddenly a long table appeared before her with plenty of sweets and tea spread out amongst its surface. It was like magic, and definitely not something that could happen in real life. But she swore this somehow seemed familiar to her. Had she heard this story somewhere? Her parents never liked the idea of her reading fairy tails, concerned that they would put fantasies and silly dreams into her head.
"Uhm..thank you sir.", she said hesitantly as she took a seat on the 2nd to last chair on the right side of her. She was nervous at first, but the sweets were practically calling for her. It didn't take long for her little smile to return and she filled her plate with two slices of strawberry cheese cake and poured herself a cup of tea. She took a couple of bites, the white rabbit sitting on her lap. If this was a dream, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy it right?
"Excuse me, but what did you mean by 'the others'? Are there more people coming. How many?" She asked curiously, her blue eyes moving to the shop keeper.
Smacked something rather heavy with a large thud.
"Oops..." Rahls said as he peeked around the door, realizing that a rather pretty girl, not that he cared too much, had been on the receiving end of a very heavy door, courtesy of him. "That sounded like it hurt."
"Excuse me, but what did you mean by 'the others'? Are there more people coming. How many?"
He looked up to Saku, who had asked the question, and tapped his chin, "Hm..." he then counted with his fingers, "There would be exactly five more people and seven delightful dolls coming to the tea party." then got a chunk of the blueberry cheese cake, "Though I suppose one doll and human would be late, seems that they are inside the Illusionary." he sighs, "I think I may even have to get there and bring them out."
Blood looked at his master and bowed his head in shame, "Ah! No need to be so glum, Blood!" the Shop Keeper said to his doll, "Everyone makes mistakes!" Blood then proceeded to the next lines of the song:
This is a place where your mind can escape
All the problems today and go far, far away
This is a time with no history
Welcome to mystery "
The Shop Keeper sipped his green tea as all the cakes he has chosen are in his stomach and empty plates surround him.
Her eyes moved onto the doll near the shopkeeper. The little thing was moving and singing by itself, with no ventriloquism included. It really was a sight to see, and it Saku much enjoyed the singing. It was quite the strange song, with even stranger lyrics, yet it was also fun and intriguing in a way.
Wait, dolls were also coming. Could Shiro talk and move about freely as well?
"Though I suppose one doll and human would be late, seems that they are inside the Illusionary." he sighs, "I think I may even have to get there and bring them out."
And Illusionary? Was that some sort of room? She'd never heard such a name for a room before. She took another bite of her cheesecake, and then another. Before long she had one gone and the other half eaten and the tea in her cup had been politely refilled three times now by a floating tea pot.
"Uhm..sir, do you have a name?" She asked, blinking at him curiously. She didn't want to keep calling him 'the shopkeeper'.
"Also, if you'd like I could fetch them!" She gave him a big smile, "I can help no problem!"
Blood looked at her and glared at her a bit, this made the Shop Keeper roll his eyes, "Typical Blood. Doesn't want help from outsiders especially humans." he thought as he sighed then looked at Saku, "It has been such a long time since I used my real name." he chuckled, "I think I already forgot my own name. How dumb." he took one slice of the ice cream cake, "And no, you cannot fetch them. They must come here and find their way here." he then ducked low, "Also Blood doesn't like having help." he whispered.
And you, sir, you rule the kingdom
You call the shots, you can do what you want to
Oh, just imagine the freedom"
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He then turned to Saku, "You see, it is okay if you did not go fetch them," he then turned to Blood, "My precious doll always take care of everything."
Blue ready to blow your mind"
The Shop Keeper then took some muffins and slices of cakes.
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Upon looking around, she found that a door was nearby and quickly dashed over to it before she was stranded again. Once she was back in the maze of doors, she paused as a few more lines of the song played. Although it was already a better sound quality than before, she was just as lost as before. It also seemed that she'd lost track of Xavier as well. "Xavier?" she asked, looking around at all of the doors. You would think a Cheshire Cat looking doll wouldn't be hard to find, but if this was Wonderland then who knew where he'd gone off to? It didn't bother her that the doll might have a life of its own, but rather that she was stuck in this stupid hallway of endless doors.
"You think asking me any of these questions will help? Last I can remember, some friggin lunatic shopkeeper drugged me and I passed out. I'm gonna break his neck like a twig next I see him..." he said with a glint in his eye.
Sighing, Rahls looked closer at the girl again and frowned. By her foot, there seemed to be a doll dressed in red... He suddenly remembered something. He checked the pocket of his jacket, where he had stowed the doll he had bought for his sister. Surprisingly enough, it was still there. He frowned. Why would they let him keep it with him?
Then she followed his eyeline to Savanah, the doll. She picked it up and inspected it, holding it's body clasped in the palm of her hand.. I knew there was something weird about you. I guess I know what it is now. Freakin' doll, I don't even play with dolls! Then she noticed he had checked his pocket, looking for something.
"...This is gonna sound crazy, but do you have a doll too? I guess it'd explain why this appears to be Wonderland and why that twat who drugged us chose a 'Alice in Wonderland' theme."
All the problems today and go far, far away
This is a time with no history
Welcome to mystery"
Blood repeated the chorus again as he eyed the black haired girl.
"Let's burn that bridge when we get to it. I'm Rahls Crellin. And yeah. I have this one," he pulled out the dormouse doll and showed it to her. "So... What's this Alice in Wonderland thing? A movie? Book? I think I've heard of it before, but I don't really know."
"Book, movie, video game. You name it. The Queen of Hearts I have is an evil character who tries to behead everyone. Um.. I think that's the Doormouse. A sleepy character who joins The Mad Hatter and The... Um... The Hare or something?"
She was shocked at her own knowledge of the book, although she prefered the modern movie where The Queen of Hearts is represented by a big-headed snob and The Mad Hatter was Scottish. "Alice falls asleep under a tree, then she sees The Rabbit and chases him down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland. Now!" She clasped her hands and rubbed them together. "So we can burn that bridge you mentioned sooner rather than later, can we find a way out? Two heads are better than one. Although you're probably a bit dumb, by the look of you."
She smirked at her own comment, looking Rahls up and down again. He looked way too girly. Not that it was anything she discriminated against, she didn't really mind it. It kind of suited him, but.. you know. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to make a guy angry and motivate him to find the exit and get away from her as soon as possible. Unless he hits her.
"Ehhh... You already figured it out? I'm not that smart, so..." he did a small bow, inclining his head and the upper part of his torso slightly. "Can you please help me, Ms. Megan...?"
To tell himself the truth, he truly, one hundred percent hated himself when he did that. Except, of course, when he pretended to be a girl to tease his sister. He had done it since she was younger and had decided briefly that she would have rather have had a sister than a brother. Rahls had responded by doing the same voice he had just used and pretending to be her big sister instead of brother. It had since become a running joke. That, though, was the only time he really used it unless he wanted to annoy people or confuse them by suddenly acting like, for lack of a better phrase, a girly ditz.
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"The only safe haven I have" She cocked her head to the side looking at him "when you have the IQ i have and what not you would be a little off in the tea pot...or as the saying off your rocker" She shrugged. She took care with how she placed them in the back pack and that really did show she even left a flap up that let air and light in.
The music was starting to seriously get on his nerve, and he was beginning to wonder just how big this place really was.
"So... You said that you think we're in this wonderland place, right? What exactly have you been smoking?" he asked, with a completely straight face. He was actually being serious, too. If whoever had put him and this girl into this place had somehow brainwashed her into thinking she was in some kind of fairytail land, then the situation might be a bit different than he had first thought. Of course, she might just be a very odd person who would jump to that kind of conclusion.
"Choose a door."
Finally, they each felt the feeling of their key winding them back into life and immediately Dumald started chattering up a storm and Dellia, hardly being unable not to, followed in suit.
Dumald began, “This scarf is ridiculously tight, if it were to choke me anymore I would be dead,”
Dellia continued, “contrariwise, if it were to choke me any further he’d live but I’d die.”
Together they finished, “That’s logic.”
“Logically so, if he dies I die,” Dellia started again.
“but if she dies then we die together.” Dumald finished.
“Unfortunately so, we like the stories we tell,” Dellia continued.
“We like them alive even more so.” Dumald finished.
“So we tell them together,”
“and live them together,”
“and enjoy them together,”
“and without the two of use we can’t do anything together.”
“That’s logic.” The two finished. They looked at each and pulled on the scarf, then finding themselves choking they hugged each other.
“How rude of us,” Dellia started again.
“we have yet to introduce ourselves,” Dumald added.
“we really should,”
“we should,”
“you first.”
“She is Happy,”
“he is Sad.”
“As you have named us,”
“Though contrariwise to ourselves.”
“That’s manners.” Dumald looked at Dellia again, and she at him. After a moment they began pushing each other away, however, finding themselves hardly accomplishing much but banging their heads together they stopped and hugged each other again. Together they looked up at the boy, Dumald started again, “If you think we’re waxworks you ought to pay, you know.”
Dellia continued, “Contrariwise if you think we’re alive you ought to speak to us.”
“That’s logic.”
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