Re-Intro . Accidental Roommates . Room 574,733 . Increasing Aphro

[antioffend]

It was unpleasant being dragged to this place yet again. Charles had better things to do- more important things to do... And not even the option of tormenting some innocent bystander could outweigh his present need to complete his mission. But there was no way out for now, he had learned that during previous visits, so all that he could do was

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[loyalchain]

Yet still Cheshire napped, dead indeed to the world as he snuggled further into the silky smooth sheets. It'd take a lot more than some sugary cooing to get him out of that bed; the only indication he was even alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest, the occasional flicker of his tail.

"Alice," Cheshire murmured in his sleep, nuzzling against the pillow. "Alice, come back... come back to Cheshire..."

[antioffend]

The man frowned a little more, getting a better look at the figure sleeping. Was he wearing some sort of costume? But there was a familiar aura emanating from Cheshire that Charles couldn't quite place, and that alone was enough to make him wary of the person invading his room. He wasn't patient enough to keep up the cheery act right now, anyway.

"... OI. Boy. Get up," he finally snapped, placing a hand on the Chain's chest before letting just enough weight press down onto him that it would be unpleasant even in sleep.

[loyalchain]

And that certainly caused Cheshire a nasty jolt, so much so that he bolted clear upright, clinging to the very ceiling. He hissed and snarled loudly, "Why did you wake Cheshire? Cheshire was having a nice dream! A dream about Alice!"

That this man would come between Cheshire and Alice... well, that was unforgivable, and as such, Cheshire readied himself to strike. Better move quickly, Charles.

[antioffend]

Fortunately the Baskerville was quick on his feet and was off the bed with a hand on one of the blades beneath his cape almost as soon as Cheshire was on the ceiling. His gut feeling about the other was right it seemed and he wondered vaguely how much Leon would enjoy having another cat for dinner.

"Strange... I've never met a Chain besides B. Rabbit that can talk," he mused with a small smirk, just as prepared for an attack as the feline was despite his almost casual tone of voice.

[misamisal2]

Misa had the blanket wrapped around her, sleeping peacefully when she felt that whisper in her ear, heard it come through in her dreams. As the hotel would often do, it played a little trick on her, changing her dream to that of some sort of "brother complex" situation. The words had her murmuring in her sleep, mewling softly.

"Mmmn...but Misa doesn't want to leave Onii-chan's bed..."

Her lips puckered slightly for a moment as if she were trying to kiss someone before she shifted, rolling onto her back with a soft sigh.

Of course, Misa had gone to sleep in her own room, so when she did awake this would be quite a surprise.

[antioffend]

While the girl before him looked harmless enough, Charles was far from being in the mood to go along with her dream scenario for long. He arched an eyebrow at her murmuring and the expression, wondering vaguely if it would be easiest just to kill her and get the ordeal over with quickly.

... Ah, but that would ruin the bed, wouldn't it. He scoffed to himself in annoyance and curled a few gloved fingers into some of Misa's hair before tugging. There was not enough force to be too painful, but enough to send an impression even through someone's dreams. The Baskerville was not in a cheery mood.

"It's rude to make someone repeat themselves, missy."

[misamisal2]

Of course, he happened to hit upon one of her favorite things. Though this transferred into the dream and she moaned softly aloud, back arching just the slightest bit. However, the tug was also enough to wake her up a bit. Realizing she could still feel a hand in her hair, she reached up, thinking it was simply tangled on something or that it was a lingering feeling from the dream.

Then she felt the hand.

Eyes shooting open, she came face to face with a handsome man with pink hair. At first, he was so pretty, she thought it might be a woman, but that voice was unmistakeably male. It was then that she realized this was not her room and an apologetic and annoyed look came over her face.

"Ah...I am so sorry - the Hotel must have brought me here while I was sleeping - I definitely went to bed in my own room."

She would move, but, he was kind of leaning over her, so she simply waits for him to give her an opening to sit up.

[antioffend]

Charles drew back his hand with an almost disinterested wave when Misa woke up, giving her another once-over when she finally spoke. He certainly didn't sense anything remotely dangerous about her, which puts him in a vaguely calmer disposition than earlier... Although his mood is still far from improved.

"It's an annoying habit of this place," he finally responded after a pause, drawing back from the young woman.

[i_can_smell_you]

Of course Zexion was pretty sure this was his room. There was no evidence of it belonging to anybody else, the hotel made sure of that. So not expecting anyone to enter he was trying to relax and sleep.

Though he should of known better. Hearing that voice he looked up but all his mind registered was pink hair. The minute he saw it Zexion lost all common sense. He immediately screamed, scrambled off the bed and huddled in a corner.

Seeing as sleeping in a cloak was impractical Charles would also get an eyeful of scars littering the boy's body. All seeming to come from thorns if he decided to pay them much mind.

[antioffend]

... Well at least he had managed to get a good reaction from this annoying intruder; on any other occasion he might have pounced on Zexion or even given him a hug in exchange for such amusement. But no pink eyes just looked over the young man as he scuttled away and Charley couldn't help but laugh, his strangely-sharp canines showing.

"Ah, did I interrupt a nice dream?" he asked in that same voice, tilting his head as he eyed the scars in mild curiosity. They were rather pretty, on a small form like that.

[i_can_smell_you]

Even if it wasn't Marluxia he found his phobia for pink hair was almost as great as his phobia of touch. It also didn't help that he could tell there was something not right with this guy.

"Not exactly." He said meekly. This man had all the traits of Marluxia and he could feel that terrible shiver of horrible things to come going along his spine.

[antioffend]

Oh, the poor thing was terrified... Just the sort of reaction that Charley practically thrived on. He chuckled low in his throat, easily getting off of the bed despite his long cloak and making his way over to kneel before Zexion. His pink eyes stare at him, glinting in both amusement and wickedness.

"Nightmares, then?"

[lackingrepose]

Gilbert was sleeping ever so soundly after having been on an emotional roller-coaster. He needed the rest so that afterward he could wake up and figure out what was the best plan of action to take. Though he couldn't carry out anything until he was sent back to his own world. He knew that much. In a deep sleep, he turned over in bed as he heard Charles speak to him. It didn't bother him any. The dark haired man was still enjoying a rather peaceful slumber and surprisingly pleasant dreams instead of nightmares for once.

[antioffend]

As soon as Gilbert rolled over Charles froze for a moment before smirking. He recognized this person... It was Vincenza's sister. Well, technically is was Vincent's brother, but he had never really cared for the name distinctions between the other universe he had learned about and his own. The people were essentially one and the same.

Ah, and now maybe there would be something fun to do in this hellish place after all.

So he leaned closer, grin almost inhumanely wide and sharp now. A hand curled into Gilbert's collar and gave a small tug to make him almost sit up as he spoke in his ear. "Gilbert... Your Master is looking for you~"

[lackingrepose]

He awoke when he heard those words. Snapping out of that dream he was having and waking up to see Charles. Those golden eyes of his widened and he froze before saying a single word.

He thought it was Lotti at first, but this person. This was new to him. He wasn't familiar with seeing different genders of the people he knew. Lotti was a female, not a male. As far as he was concerned anyways. He had ran into other versions of people at the hotel, but different genders was something new entirely. "W-What the hell!?" Gilbert asked as he made an attempt to back away from Charles.

"Charl---! What... Who the hell are you!?"

[antioffend]

Oh, that reaction made up for some of the annoyance of the day already! The Baskerville laughed tauntingly as the other man tried to back away from the invasion of his space. His gloved hand did loosen on the Contractor's collar but Charles did give the other anymore space to move away. No, this was too amusing.

"Don't you recognize me? How cruel... I wonder what your brother would say," he mused with an expression of mock-sadness, tapping at his chin with a finger.

[midnightwrought]

Hansel recognized that voice, especially the timbre and false lilt of it, and it made his pulse quicken simply to hear. It was Big Brother. Smiling a likewise smile, Hansel tugged the covers down and turned to face Charles, arms opening to welcome the other man into them. They were, after all, such a similar breed of creature that it was impossible not to find solace with him. More than anything these days, Hansel found himself longing for this false brother of his. They might as well have been real siblings.

"But Brother, I've been waiting for you all this time."

[antioffend]

While he had met enough people from worlds beside his own while trapped in this place, now was the first that he had encountered someone from the prison that had been Las Vegas... But he supposed that in this case luck could not have been more on his side. As soon as he recognized Hansel the Baskerville let out a short laugh before a gloved hand snaked out to trail across the younger man's cheek,

"Such a sneaky boy... You're lucky someone didn't come along and try to take advantage of you while you waited." What a joke. They both were as dangerous as each other and it was almost impossible that either would be taken unawares.

[midnightwrought]

"I knew Brother would come for me," Hansel insisted, positively glowing at Charles' words as though he took them for praise. He nuzzled against the older man's hand eagerly, positively attention-starved for Charles' particular breed of affection. His tongue flicked past his lips to brush against the pad of Charles' thumb in invitation, Hansel tugging down the blankets further to show that he had been waiting unclothed.

Charles was right in that the boy was a dangerous, unhinged little thing who only allowed himself to be touched on his own terms, however, as there was the glint of a hatchet at Hansel's side beneath the covers. It was unnecessary now that Charles was here, at any rate, and it was quickly nudged aside so as not to cut them.

"Will you take advantage of me now?"

[antioffend]

"Of course, even if I had to fight through eight more Abysses to find you..." he murmured, his eyes serious despite the smile still fixed on his face as he looked over the other. It still felt strange to meet a child outside of his own world, specifically the Baskerville family, who was so similar to himself; pure sadism and brokenness and instability. It was calming but equally unnerving.

Charles had easily noted that blade nearby and was instinctively on guard as well, as evident by the numerous blades kept on his person at all times. But like Hansel he kept them at the back of his mind for now.

Instead he shifted his thoughts to the bare young man beneath him and the question he had posed. The cloaked man just chuckled teasingly and moved his hand to brush over slim neck and then collarbone of the smaller male as if contemplating cutting off his air. "Ah, but Big Brother might feel so guilty for corrupting you..." he murmured, tongue running over his teeth briefly.