Hi there! I'm Hatter, but that's 'Mad'ame Hatter to you. I am a young scholar currently in the workings of inheriting my family's business of the TeaPot Towers Corporation.
In doing so I inherit the Mercury Mines in which we have our special workers to harvest mercury in. In doing so on the sidelines our Hatter family known for our multi-delicious teas and fabulouis, if not bizarre hats. Hope to see you all in Topsy Turvy!
Casually he listened while the Rabbit emplored him to concede, asked him for aid in a matter of speaking...although it was not so much on personal matters but to act for the Queen, and it was only in slight that the Hatters expression changed at the mention of Alice, an old wound he cared not to discuss further or dwell on, his heart had been broken... simple as that, and somehow it had ruined him further, dipped him further into the pool of madness for which there was no escape. Quietly Jervis watched as the Rabbit messenger rubbed his furry palms together nervously, speaking up, "I'm a time bomb, old sport. Nasty business, wouldn't want anyone caught in the crossfire.""--Congratulations Rabsy, you just described half of Wonderland..." he uttered in a joking manner, which wasn't of course far from the truth, some however... like himself and Cheshire a few of the exceptions, wore their madness like a heart on a sleeve, an open book for all to see. Still, the Hatter wasn't a complete b*****d and would give credit where it was due, "--Kidding aside, it usually is best to avoid you long eared types when you go off into the deep end," lumping the Hare into the 'crowd'. Beyond their idle chatter however business would have finally been presented, followed swiftly by the Hatters response for Lenore, fingers dancing over his own set of royalty 'The Queens' along his narrow waist, his knives... "--I'm flattered Queen Red thought to stoop so low to inquire of my employ... however..." he replied smile suddenly diminishing into a stern look of annoyance, "--You tell her Royal b***h that if she wants me to spill blood in her name she better offer me something better then her word through you... Amnesty is a ******** joke, I can handle myself well without a piece of paper telling me I'm immune to...." and then it struck him... 'Immune to the laws' Murder without consequence... how delightful, suddenly his tone softened, fingers falling free from his knives, "--In this Amnesty... what exactly do I get from it? Why should I concede?" the third question of 'How do I know she won't go back on her word?' wasn't even offered, if the Queen betrayed their deal... he'd kill the b***h too and claim the throne... what a pleasant thought... or perhaps leave her alive and degrade her? Suddenly his thoughts were running wild and rampant... serpentine tongue lashing out over slightly irregular teeth... a sliver of the beast showing itself for a moment... as if somehow beyond the human flesh something else had appeared within... something far more ancient... the Jabberwocky, that perhaps after its untimely demise had flowered into a willing host, or perhaps that was how it had always been?
Listening quietly, casually, and dare say half heartedly, Jervis waved his hand... an expression to get on with it and pass the expressionistic jumbley jive, can't teach an old dog... Rabbit... more like, new tricks, always up to his old games, his rich manner of speaking, [******** Politics..." the Hatter hissed, easing a breath through his teeth, eyes shutting some, 'What a mess' he had only a few times in the past dealt with the Queens, bounty Hunter rounding up drifters and deserters to the Royal Armies. He was never fully aware of what the Queens wanted of them, death he assumed, he never asked... unless of course it dealt with his own friends... that's where he drew the line, even he wouldn't stoop so low. It was clear the White Rabbits trust was linear, one sided even, and wearing thin...striking up another clove, that warm flash darting over his chiseled features, he listened, shaking out the match, "I'm a wanted man by the Cardigan Cartel force by her Imperial Majesty. Ever since...I've defected to Queen Lenore. I was sent here to give you a message...but I already know you're answer.""--Wanted!? Welcome to the club Rabsy... don't worry I'm not working for those bitches anymore... I'll tell you what though..." he said stealing a long drag before puffing it out into the sky, "--I'll cover for you, give you a place to stay... will you? Won't you? Will you? Won't you..." he chimed off, voice fading curiously as he studied the being...