Logical Folly

[ebonbutler]

When: Following this thread.
What: A plan of attack in a nonsense battlefield.
Characters: Grell, Sebastian
Where: WhiteChapel
Rating: PG-13+ (To be determined.)

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[sanguine_slayer]

With his left arm wrapped around the ebony-clad arm and his other drooped down to clasp his gloved hand, Grell found himself smiling wide enough to nearly make his cheeks ache and nibbling on his botom lip to contain his excitement. Oh, he just reveled in moments like these.

"Of course!" he chirped, leaning onto Sebastian's shoulder.

[ebonbutler]

The way the red-clad death god was beaming made Sebastian feel all the more irritable. This man really made him want to lose patience. Instead, though, he kept focus on the road before them, seeing the people become less and less as they approached the castle.

"It seems they are afraid of the tyrannical rule of the queen." Sebastian said, looking forward and seeing the small sign ahead, pointing to the castle. "Or perhaps the creatures she may hold there."

[fracturednpc]

There was a little voice off to the right, calling out to them. "The Queen? Might ye be talkin' of the Queen of Hearts?"

A half-frog half-man creature hopped out from an alley way beside them, blinking his huge black eyes at them, and his tongue flicking out to catch a fly buzzing by Sebastian's head. "The Queen of Hearts don't live her, no she don't. She's in her own land, across the mountain's ta th' north."

The frog gave a strange ribbit and looked to the castle. "That Castle used ta belong to the Lord 'fore he disappeared. Been abandoned ever since, they say it might be haunted! I wouldn't go near it if I was you!"

[sanguine_slayer]

The creature startled Grell considerably - the foreign accent intervening into the converstion was unexpected enough, but he had never expected to see a creature like that! It was rather repulsive! He started with a jolt, fingers clenching at the fabric beneah them and grapsing the bulter's hand. Upturned frows furrowed further as his lip unconciously curled in distaste and worry - and when that thing darted out it's tongue like that, he could not help but press into Sebastians shoulder with a sound of startled dislike.

"Y-yes, that is the queen we speak of! But if she should not live in this castle, where can we find her? We haven't much interest for ghost stories." Although it did sound like it would be much fun to investigate!