Ah, he's the Mad Hatter. Something in him knows this. --Part of him is insulted, both at the insult to his sanity and the one to his now-missing hat, but it's insignificant. What is significant is figuring out where that key is, and how to get his hands on it before anyone else.
Well, and shoving his headwings, along with his new animal appendages, haphazardly under this stupid new hat. Goddess, it feels unnatural, but it's better than walking around with your head hanging out.
(This ticking is going to drive him mad, if he wasn't already.)
He doesn't want to kill the young girl; that's alright enough. There's no need to snuff out the person whose heart it is, when she is likely the key to unlocking its secrets. Anyone else? They're not important, or certainly not as important as the objective.
To that end, you'll probably find him either examining the local flora, satiating his natural curiosity... Or practicing how to use this ridiculous gun one-handed, just so he can make sure he's prepared.
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Well, and shoving his headwings, along with his new animal appendages, haphazardly under this stupid new hat. Goddess, it feels unnatural, but it's better than walking around with your head hanging out.
(This ticking is going to drive him mad, if he wasn't already.)
He doesn't want to kill the young girl; that's alright enough. There's no need to snuff out the person whose heart it is, when she is likely the key to unlocking its secrets. Anyone else? They're not important, or certainly not as important as the objective.
To that end, you'll probably find him either examining the local flora, satiating his natural curiosity... Or practicing how to use this ridiculous gun one-handed, just so he can make sure he's prepared.