[closed] And when the ball's over, we go to the feast--

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[ Characters ] Adachi Tohru, Altair Ibn'La-Ahad, I-no, Larxene, Oz Vessalius, Reno... Tir Mc Dohl eventually
[ Location ] The Rose Maze, Castle Hearts
[ Date/Time ] The Day of the Ball, 10:30 PM
[ Warning ] violence and murder
[ Content ] This dance displeases Us. Off with your heads.

[Everything is ready. Everything has been prepared for. A

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[distortsify]

[What those twins said to him made him anxious and nervous. If what they said was true, Oz kept his guard up. He held onto the golden pocket watch that he kept around in his pocket. He held it tightly in case he had to use his shifter.

The grass was pretty and being inside the ball felt forever even though it was fun enough. He kept his eyes open and walked through the maze and turned a corner.]

[distortsify]

I don't care what happens to me, but I'm not doing it.

[he begins to run ahead of Adachi, not really caring about him. He's completely annoyed and frustrated]

[nowheresman]

[Before another hedge can spring up and throw off his path again, Adachi grabs the boy by the collar, pulling him back.]

Hold up! You're just going to get lost that way!

[That might be phrased to sound like it was for Oz's sake, but really, he just doesn't want to have to retrace his steps again.]

[distortsify]

Wh--H-Hey! Let me go! [he struggled. he doesn't want to be with this guy who told him things he didn't want to believe.] I can go on my own.

[nowheresman]

Sure, you can run off and get lost in here for days! Then, you really won't have to fight your buddies, 'cause you'll be too busy trying not to starve yourself to death.

Tch, you're useless.

[distortsify]

...Fine. Have it your way. [remains silent instead]

[nowheresman]

Besides, it'd be even worse if that Queen found you. Doesn't even matter if you work for her. She'd probably axe you just for the heck of it.

[Somewhat dragging Oz like a sulking pet, Adachi continues the way they were going. His sense of direction isn't all that amazing, but he remembers the general direction Altair had pointed to, and he'd been walking for a while. They had to be getting closer, right?]

[distortsify]

[crosses his arms. what is she? the head hunter?]

...Are we there yet?

[nowheresman]

[An amused sound - the type that someone makes when they really aren't all that amused. Having someone like this as an ally was...not at all reassuring, really.]

Does it look like we are, Wanko-chan?

[distortsify]

...What did you call me?

[he sighs]

And my letter only mentioned about meeting new people and something about a reunion.

[nowheresman]

[Adachi stops, the cap of his pen clicking open, shut.

That sounded like a different leader.]

...Who sent you your letter?

[distortsify]

[he watches the other cautiously, his hand still on his pocket watch]

...A pair of...twins.

[nowheresman]

[Impatiently.]

Who sent it!

[There is a heavy feeling settling in his stomach.]

[distortsify]

...The...Hatter. [he backs away when he said it]

[nowheresman]

[Before Oz even finishes saying the word - rather, right as the first syllable of the 'Hatter' didn't happen to be the 'Qu' for Queen, Adachi's teeth bared. Just like that (just like Izanami), he feels his arm move (Destroy it, destroy it, destroy it all), and the plastic barrel of his ballpoint pen changes. It melts, molds to his hand, grows cold like metal and the trigger presses back against the pad of his index finger. He knows this feeling.

Adachi shoves Oz forward with his other hand, letting go of the collar. The barrel of the pistol raises, aimed to the boy's head. What are you doing, you've already...there's no Midnight Channel this time. At distances, Adachi isn't a poor shot. This is point blank. The safety lock clicks.]

You're not one of us.

[distortsify]

[the first couple of thoughts that run into his head is 'I'm going to die...' He'd been pushed into the abyss, fought against a few chains, and being targeted several times.

Just when Adachi let him go, Oz tossed his pocket watch up and let the scythe replace it. He held it for protection, but against a gun? Not a chance. He was going to try anyways. He raised the scythe over his head and let it swing forward.]

And neither are you.