blood ♣ 001
Who: Blood Dupre
Where: Espor
Style: Either
Status: Open!
The situation was anything but boring. It was as interesting as it was unsettling, which made it annoying. And anything annoying would not do whatsoever. In fact, any annoying situation grated on his nerves and made for that nestled violent-streak within to become a bit more prominent.
A gloved, slender hand rose up from the ground to pluck the hat off his head. He allowed it to flutter from between his fingers and land unceremoniously a foot away. Before he had awoken to this disconcerting field of nothing, he had been indulging in the finest Black Tea, reading the finest book, and pondering on how to steal the heart of the finest woman to have crossed the Land of Hearts. His fine moment had been rudely interrupted when his eyelids had drooped, just for a second. He had been contemplating on how he was going to deal with his competition. Obviously, they were nothing compared to him, but knowing that there were others after the sweet girl bothered him. Correction, it pissed him off. Furthermore, knowing that the girl held a soft spot for his right-hand man, and vice versa, spelt out a whole new dictionary of problems. How would he punish Elliot for treading on what was rightfully his? Had he done it unknowingly? Was he really that dense?
All those things had been dancing about in the Hatter’s mind, in addition to murderous and elusive thoughts about Vivaldi, before he opened his eyes to find himself here. Wherever here was…
It wasn’t the amusement park, and it wasn’t the forest. Unlike that annoying man Ace, who he forced an air of politeness around, only because the man was also a role-holder and held a very valuable role in society, he himself always knew where he was. He didn’t get lost. He knew his lands, and the others, like the back of his hand.
So where was here? “This isn’t my property… How annoying,” he murmured, brow quirking as he allowed his hand to fall to his side, lips drawing into a thin line. He hadn’t noticed the Dreamberry resting by his discarded hat. No Elliot in sight. “I see. Such a hare-brained man.” Pun fully intended.
Now, if he wasn’t home… What would he do now? ... And why did this village look so homely?
Where: Espor
Style: Either
Status: Open!
The situation was anything but boring. It was as interesting as it was unsettling, which made it annoying. And anything annoying would not do whatsoever. In fact, any annoying situation grated on his nerves and made for that nestled violent-streak within to become a bit more prominent.
A gloved, slender hand rose up from the ground to pluck the hat off his head. He allowed it to flutter from between his fingers and land unceremoniously a foot away. Before he had awoken to this disconcerting field of nothing, he had been indulging in the finest Black Tea, reading the finest book, and pondering on how to steal the heart of the finest woman to have crossed the Land of Hearts. His fine moment had been rudely interrupted when his eyelids had drooped, just for a second. He had been contemplating on how he was going to deal with his competition. Obviously, they were nothing compared to him, but knowing that there were others after the sweet girl bothered him. Correction, it pissed him off. Furthermore, knowing that the girl held a soft spot for his right-hand man, and vice versa, spelt out a whole new dictionary of problems. How would he punish Elliot for treading on what was rightfully his? Had he done it unknowingly? Was he really that dense?
All those things had been dancing about in the Hatter’s mind, in addition to murderous and elusive thoughts about Vivaldi, before he opened his eyes to find himself here. Wherever here was…
It wasn’t the amusement park, and it wasn’t the forest. Unlike that annoying man Ace, who he forced an air of politeness around, only because the man was also a role-holder and held a very valuable role in society, he himself always knew where he was. He didn’t get lost. He knew his lands, and the others, like the back of his hand.
So where was here? “This isn’t my property… How annoying,” he murmured, brow quirking as he allowed his hand to fall to his side, lips drawing into a thin line. He hadn’t noticed the Dreamberry resting by his discarded hat. No Elliot in sight. “I see. Such a hare-brained man.” Pun fully intended.
Now, if he wasn’t home… What would he do now? ... And why did this village look so homely?