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seaofhearts2016-07-07 10:56 pm
worldkeys) wrote in seaofhearts2016-07-07 10:56 pm
Round 1 Introduction Hub Log
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. ]
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. ]
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[ At least, he's fairly sure. Just taking a Key's never gotten anyone overly hurt... ]
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[(Yet.)]
One last question, ah... See, I'm not much of a fighter. [He motions to his empty sleeve with his remaining hand. (He knows his way around a fight, though - saying 'I'm not a fighter' is a lie - but without portals... Who knows?)] And I'm not one to believe the insides of people's hearts are exactly benign.
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[ He isn't really sure if you'll be fighting or not, but judging from the one man... he's guessing the answer might be a 'maybe'. ]
It all depends on the Alice. Sometimes the Heart reacts strangely to prying eyes and sticky hands coldly looming over, racking its insides for its secrets. It would be unpleasant, yes, to have yourself torn in two? It may react... violently, it may not. It depends on the person in question.
In any case, it is likely you will be presented with a number of challenges, either of the mind or otherwise. The Worlds are... not forgiving about mistakes.
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[He wonders, with a cold detachment and carefully roaming eyes, what sorts of secrets these others might hide. Perhaps they're the same mundane secrets all mortals have, those 'I'm afraid of something tiny' or 'I hurt someone once' secrets that seem so insignificant. With much less of that cold detachment, he wonders what's inside his own.]
[Gently:] It would be unusual if the labyrinth of someone's soul didn't present a challenge, wouldn't it? It seems we have our work cut out for us. But with Keys that have this sort of power sitting in our souls, we would have anyway.
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[ He'll even give you a small smile. Why? Who knows. It's quite vague and mysterious, as though something is hiding behind those red eyes of his that is... out of sight, unknowable. ]
Besides, he enjoys challenging people like you to games like this. Perhaps you will derive some form of entertainment from the spectacle. ... Or perhaps not. It depends on whether or not you are desperate to hide what lies inside you, doesn't it?