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[okaa_sama]

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{Warded to Kyoya}

[proudbutterfly]

Come to one's parlor abode at your preference? Drink from the tea, eat the offered delish and after the mad tea party in honor of your unbirthday, we will talk.

{Warded to The Mad Hatter; }

[okaa_sama]

And execute some caution while you're at it. Learn what you can and if acceptable step in further. Careless mistakes are not acceptable here.

By all means. I will surely see to it that I stop by later today. The Circus Carnivore, if I'm not mistaken. Once I have attended to these immediate tasks I will surely come by for this little tea party of yours.

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[proudbutterfly]

[ Circus Carnivore was a beacon of light shrouded by shadows. Eerie violin music played and the red carpet appeared welcoming all the audience. When Kyoya's presence would be noticed, the tune was mean to change into a march and another door would be opened for him to enter.

A door that led him to a great hall with a table full of asymmetrical chairs and a sweet banquet served. ]

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[okaa_sama]

[ Curiouser and curiouser. What a refined, lavish display lay before him... And how much it felt like he was stepping further and further into the mouth of the rabbit hole, and all the more obvious once he'd stumbled in.

He felt he had reason to be curious - if someone you can't remember states that they know you it was hard to resist the temptation to question them. But he was attempting to be cautious as well. Just because they claimed to know him, claimed to be on friendly terms didn't mean that was necessarily the case. Still, benefit of the doubt and all that. If the visit proved fruitful it would most certainly not be a waste.

Pausing in the doorway of the great hall, he blinked a few times, his back straightening as he made a noise of casual surprise at the image before him before reasserting his expression and continuing forward, on the look out for the host of the tea party. ]

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[proudbutterfly]

[ It was empty. Completely empty until a he masculine voice pepped from behind him.]

Greetings and salutations! Welcome to this humble jester's abode, Kyoya!

[ Mad Hatter came through the closed door, dressed in a victorian fashion with red, black and white clothing that emphasized the ambiguously gendered framed the jester both loved and hated. Sie tipped hir hat and curled hir feminine lips into a grin. ]

Come in and willingly take a seat.

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[okaa_sama]

[ It takes some restraint not to jump at the sudden greeting coming from behind him, not needing to remind himself that kind of entrance was not normal. But then what was normal in the damn City. A small intake of breath though his nose before turning to face the Hatter fully, offering his 'host' smile. ]

And to you also, such a very kind welcome. I believe it would be rude of me not to.

[ Tentatively, he rests a hand on the back of one of the chairs, pulling it back carefully before moving to take a seat as suggested, keeping his eyes upon the other as subtly as he possibly could, but after they had literally come through the door it seemed justified in his mind. ]

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[proudbutterfly]

[ The demon keeps smiling, not looking at him, but at the table, noticing something amiss. Purposefully amiss. ]

Ohhhhh. One has forgotten the tea! How there could be a Mad Tea Party without tea? Dreary mistake!

[ Hir hand get into the hat, registering for a good minute until it comes out, holding a steamy pot. ]

There it was. A cup for the growing young man?

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[okaa_sama]

[ If it wasn't already obvious that things were out of the ordinary in that place then producing a hot teapot from a hat certainly confirmed it. Still, he was down the rabbit hole, what could one expect.

Offering a slight smile he folds his fingers together in a light arc upon the top of the table. ]

Ahh, but aren't misplaced items always located in the more typical of places?

And I would surely be a terrible guest at a tea party if I shied away from the offer of a cup. Thank you, you're a very kind host.

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[proudbutterfly]

Ohhhhh. What but a hat is a typical place for a Mad Hatter!

[ Sie pours the tea into the cup and returns the pot back into the hat. ]

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[okaa_sama]

Certainly, I can't argue with that.

[ Regarding the cup for a moment there was a reminder to be cautious and the idea of poison or narcotic hiding the liquid. Caution, not paranoia, now... He smiled then, drawing the cup toward him carefully to inhale the scent briefly ]

None for yourself during our conversation and reacquaintance, Hatter?

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[proudbutterfly]

Hmm, hmm! Does the tea smell bad?

[ Belial sits and takes notice of his caution, hir question isn't mean to be serious and shrugs, lifting a goblet filled with something else, something that doesn't look too legal by the Japanese standards. ]

One has special made tea to drink.

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[okaa_sama]

Not at all, quite the opposite. Perhaps I'm simply not accustomed to such finely made tea that has been made without my casual supervision.

[ Lifting the cup as if about to sip, Kyouya pauses to curiously watch the Hatter's action and acknowledge his words before giving a short noise of amusement. Taking the tea to his lips then he bites the bullet as it were and drinks, expression appearing calm as he places it down upon the table once more. ]

Now, I believe you were going to regale my past in this fair City to me and details of our friendship, were you not?

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[proudbutterfly]

One was about to spin the tale of when you... died--

[ Belial begins with a strong epilogue, an unhappy one. ]

When you were murdered and decided to be taught the skilled art of persuasion to have others grant your life back.

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[okaa_sama]

[ Kyouya was about to take another sip from the tea cup before those words made him stop and lift his head to look directly at the Hatter, not able to catch the look of shock and cover it with something more calm-looking this time. ]

Murdered?

By whom? For what reason? Wha--

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[okaa_sama]

[ He catches himself, forcing himself to relax once more into his chair ]

Ah, my apologies... You just informed me you were about to tell me. Please, go on.

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[proudbutterfly]

Ohhhh. Shocked? City is more dangerous than you thought?

[ Sie sips hir drink as explains what happened. ]

A hungry vampire turned you into walking zombie and you were killed. He was cursed, the poor thing, and ravished. You chose this humble abode as the safest shelter for you and yours.