Round 1 Introduction Hub Log

[worldkeys]

Who: The Alices and the White Rabbit.
What: What: Everybody wakes up on the first day of the first round inside the World's Hub, greeted by the White Rabbit, who seems largely unimpressed.
Where: The World's Hub.
Warnings: Rabbit is gloomy and has a bad temper and tends to complain a lot. Otherwise, not much.

You entered a closet. You knew that much. You woke up from... somewhere, and you entered a cupboard or a closet and you followed a strange cat with golden eyes. You blink. You feel assailed by the feeling of your body falling somewhere, the sound of heavy machinery--

And then darkness, before... a wooden pathway, and another cupboard, and a boy in a hood. A cat-boy, with golden eyes, much like the one you followed. He cackles gleefully at everyone before disappearing with a meow. The cupboard behind him is locked. Past this area, you find yourself in a strange room of ruined, cracked cobblestone and oddly-shaped lamps. Dead trees line the path. There are old tombstones scattered about. A gloomy boy with black twigs for hair and strange eyes, dressed in fancy, Victorian-looking garb stands in the middle of the room. There are others like you about, you notice. Not TOO many more, but a fair few.

Something about the boy's eyes carry a dreadful feeling. They're red on black. No whites to them at all. He has two white rabbit ears on his head, but one is distinctly torn off, like something had just taken a bite out of it. He looks at those assembled, cocks his head to the side, as if... curious for a moment, before shaking it and then sighing.

"... Ah. Welcome, Alice." There's a pause, as if he's assessing what he's doing. He particularly stares deeply at Clock. "... Oh? No, not at all... well, you're still ▒▒▒▒▒ to me."

A nod to himself, as if to confirm it.

"More pressing... I have a task for all of you. If you could help me with it, that would be most appreciated."

[ OOC: Feel free to respond in either prose or bracketspam. Also, Cheshire will probably have a thread later you can reply to as well. For now, this is the opening log to badger the NPC with questions. ]

Comments

[dolosa]

And what exactly is that so called task?

[ She doesn't really care about the idea of falling -- it's not the first time that something like this has happened. Her voice is just completely dry, almost uncaring as she folds her arms over her chest. ]

[bakegarasu]

Otoha looks around at the group, watching them carefully. A bunch of them... hmph. But a mission... he can handle that. Maybe. The appearance of the boy doesn't disturb him. A yokai? Maybe. He's not sure. It doesn't matter.

"What task? Where are we? How do we get home?" Just the simple questions, the fast questions. He has to get back to Shinjuku. This... this is not Shinjuku.

[zinit]

[When one finds a closet in one's entirely white hell-prison, the prison one's known for ten thousand years, one's first instinct is usually to look into it. At least, in Qilby's case, his instinct is absolutely to look into it. If there's something to break up the monotony, of course he's going to walk into the wardrobe and... Fall.]

[Instinct tells him to spring up a portal under himself to break his fall, but it doesn't come. Damn it, this is child's play -- why won't it work?]

[He tries a few more times to make a portal, or to sense the wakfu in the area, or anything while he stands there; people around him might notice his right hand twitching. (They might also notice that it's his only hand; his other sleeve hangs empty at his side. Lucky you, your party member's an old amputee. Honestly, he doesn't think the six others look too respectable either.)]

[Who is this kid? What's with the wabbit ears? His eyes... The way the sclera are flooded black reminds him of something. Part of him is chilled by it, the red and black he associates with the end of the world, but part of him finds it... Interesting. Terribly interesting.]

[Nothing else to do but go forward with it, is there? Better than that prison, better than being all alone in a monotonous hell.]

I'd appreciate if you'd tell me what that task is. [The look he pulls forth is impassive, almost bored; it's easy to fake an unimpressed look when you're used to being bored out of your skull.]

[heartgatherer]

[This sequence feels somehow oddly familiar and yet at the same time like it shouldn't be happening. She doesn't chase animals - she knows what little good can come of it. But then... you don't always need to chase them, do you? Yet here she is, with all the memories that said for some reason... she did it.

And there's something very dreadful about the place she's standing now. Very different from the place she'd come from.

...a rabbit?

No. No... she's quite done with rabbits.]

Why us?

[WHY HER...]

[frozentear]

[He's not entirely sure this is real, but kicking a tombstone lightly sure feels real. The ambiance of the area is interesting, though not as much as the rabbit... person.]

A costume? [It's quiet, under his breath.]

[mearry]

[ Everything is strange, as if a dream. C-ta's doubtful, untrusting of everything that is around him-- it's hard to play it cool when everything is strange and off. He wants to go home, more than anything in the world, but he's not too sure why. ]

A strange costume you have there. [ it's supposed to come out as a joke, but really, C-ta's nervousness seeps through his words. ] Shouldn't you explain why we're here before asking favors from us?

A cat has appeared...

[stolenface]

[ In the room to the north, where all the doors are, standing before a signpost is a familiar sight. The cat boy. And he's grinning even wider than he was back when they first saw this form--like the cat that ate the canary. ]

Hey, Alice and... Alice... And ▒▒▒▒▒! ...Oh, but that doesn't work, does it? Mweehee!

[notsogreedy]

Ankh is not sure where he is, how he got here, or where he even was before he got here. He didn't recognise the place where he woke up, and he doesn't know how he woke up, since his medal broke and he's pretty sure shouldn't even have a consciousness right now, much less a body. And that... well, anything surrounding that is hazier than he'd like. Memory loss on top of everything else. This is a great day.

And now there's someone who wants him to do something, because of course a stranger is going to ask for favors. Maybe that's why he's alive (if "alive" is the word; last he checked, it wasn't). Maybe this person, or someone related, is responsible for keeping him around when he should have been destroyed. He really has nothing but questions here.

"...My name is Ankh."

But clearly that was the important part.