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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:00 am
Originally posted by Chrystali...
It'd been easy for him to sleep. He even got out of his bed of pillows and piled blankets with a smile. It wasn't until his fire-laden eyes found the note he'd taped to his door that his mirth drooped and his shoulders tensed. And what was that non-sense about moral support?! What was he going to do, ask someone to hold his hand like the big bad baby that he was?!
...it was a really nice thought, but he simply had too much pride in himself to do such a thing.
It was easier than saying he was a coward.
Yorick waited, like the note said. He fidgeted and rearranged his room half a dozen times. He'd even gone over his updated sketches* to make sure he knew names, should he cross any on his path to the appointment. He didn't have to go...it's not like he asked for them to do this! Part of him, however, insisted upon it. It was the same part that had sent him galumphing into the blade to begin with, and he was none the wiser.
It was sometime after noon when he became impatient of waiting (the note said "Be sure to show up at the lab on the 2nd storey when we call for you," after all). If anymore time passed, he'd forget what he was waiting for! And so, with his wings tucked against his back and his tail clicking a nervous pattern around his clawed feet, the beast trundled up to the second floor and peeked around the edge of the hallway. His face brightened at the sight of two of his friends, but immediately darkened into an uncertain frown at the visual of a new Hyte. He didn't know the Rabbit (although his mind did scream the same mantra as Elda's, white rabbit! WHITE RABBIT!!) and did his best not to form an opinion of him.
Hesitantly, Yorick moved himself unwillingly towards the gathered, claws curled at his chest and his head bowed, as if he could hide the point of his visit. Flames licked around his upturned and worried brows, looking at the gathered with a small smile. "Hi," he offered up meekly.
(( * 6/8 are done, just not scanned in yet. 8D ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:01 am
Originally posted by Sukkubus...Elda thought she would be okay... after all, Clement's calm did offset her panic. He was right, everything would be just peachy-- Yorick would go in, get his stitches removed, and come out. Nice and neat, just like that! It wouldn't be like front row seats to one of the Queen's beheadings, it would not!
And then the White Rabbit single-handedly smashed the jam from her doughnut. Either the flamingo's hair had gone pinker, or she had just gone paler.
"Thanks," she murmured with a mechanical smile, though for the chair or for his uncertainty, she couldn't tell. Elda didn't feel much like sitting now that seating had been provided, and she stared at it for a moment's breath like she wasn't sure how chairs worked. The sound of approaching claw-clicks, however, relieved her from her dilemma.
"Yorick!" Chirruping, Elda hastily abandoned her worry - tried, anyway! - and rushed to the Jabberwock's side. A million and one nonsensical questions tumbled from her ("How are you feeling? Did you sleep all right? How was breakfast?") before she settled on a simple, "Hi."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:02 am
Originally posted by HyTech - Julien...
"Ah, Yorick!" he brightened as his hat-salvation crept into the frame, "So good to see you - and it'll be even better after the stitches come off! It's a very simple procedure. And don't worry," he added kindly, glancing at Elda, whom he thought was looking a little pale, "we've never had a single fatality."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:03 am
Originally posted by Mriae...
By the time Yorick had arrived, Clement had fallen asleep in his chair. The Dormouse had seemed to have dozed off, curling up only to dream that he was back in his beautiful Wonderland. The Mad Hatter was there, and the March Hare, too, and all three of them were having very merry Unbirthdays, thank you very much. Nothing like here, where one only celebrated a single birthday once a year. Just as the Dormouse was about to get to the treacle tart in his dream, he was jolted awake from his slumber by Julien's words.
"Or a single fatality never had you," he explained with a curt nod. Oh, the backwards-ness of a Wonderlander's logic. Only Elda and Yorick himself would probably understand where he was coming from. A second later, the Dormouse was up and out of his chair. Now that the Jabberwock had officially arrived, the last thing he wanted to do was to be falling asleep. A warm smile spread across his face at the sight of his friend, and in attempt to comfort him he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"We're here for you, mate. No worries."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:04 am
Originally posted by Chrystali...
A toothy smile tugged at Yorick's lips as the flamingo was her usual charming self (or so he'd written), lifting a clawed hand to lightly touch her flipped hair. "I'm nervous, I slept better than Clement and I missed breakfast on account of waiting for a call I have not even now received," he replied all in one breath. The Jabberwock was usually overwhelmed by questions posed to him, but somehow, Elda's sweet antics didn't catch him off guard. He'd say he was used to it, except, he had no way to remember. Curious and curiouser!
Clement also came to his side, the gentle words touching him so that he could only give the dormouse a grateful nod. It said a great deal that the sleepy rodent had gotten himself up for Yorick's sake. In that moment, the beast felt the first strains of remorse at not having asked them to come to begin with. Leather wings lowered, one wrapping around Elda's waist and the other against Clement's back. He admitted to himself that he really needed them more than he was letting on; even if he was used to being alone from his days before the snicker-snacking, he wasn't used to it now. He liked being able to count on his...friends.
His flaming gaze turned to the rabbit, nodding slowly to him. "I would say the same to you, White Rabbit, but I never did know your name." The answer was completely automatic and without thought, as he was too busy focusing on the last part of the statement. Nodding in agreement to Clement's previous statement, he added, "We, of the Wonderland, know that there are things worse than fatality. You've spent time with the Queen, White Rabbit, you should know."
An uncertain claw lifted to touch his neck - his stitches - his gaze weighted. "I hah-have...an aversion...to sharp...things," Yorick divulged in a halting tone, making himself nervous just thinking about it. Surely they knew that, but it couldn't hurt to warn them. If there were scalpels to be waved around or the ilk, the Jabberwocky would not guarantee his ability to stay so mild mannered!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:04 am
Originally posted by HyTech - Julien...
White rabbit? He cocked the tip of an ear at the term - oh yes, the Wonderland event had been so very long ago he had nearly forgotten, and the Queen must be - "Demi is actually really nice, but I do understand your meaning," he nodded, taking care to keep 'after all, I live with one' in his thoughts alone, "but you didn't get the call? Oh dear - oh dear! Heads will roll, I assure you," quite oblivious to the loaded context of the phrase, "but for now it is good that you are here - and of course, we have taken precautions for your aversion!"
He reached for the intercom - but paused just shy of the button, "Oh! And you can call me Julien. Pleased to meet you, Yorick." profferring a paw with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:05 am
Originally posted by Sukkubus...Clement's words - which made so much more sense to Elda - went to war with the White Rabbit's reassurances, so the flamingo escaped into the neutrality of No Man's Land and prayed her helmet would keep. While her usually bright smile appeared dim, she managed to wear it with a little more courage.
"Well, we'll all have to grab a very late breakfast after this is all over then!" she quipped, taking one of Yorick's catching claws reassuringly into her hand, ever mindful as she was herded into his winged embrace; she gave his paw a squeeze.
Oh, the Queen, the Queen! Elda did not shy from her mentioning, but she sucked her lips in - rolling heads she could all but deal with, so long as Yorick kept his (and Clemmy and her own, for that matter! She was rather fond of all of their heads, you know!)!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:07 am
Originally posted by Chrystali...
Yorick's flaming eyes sputtered and dimmed for a moment, not a drop of recognition on his face as Julien mentioned a name - or at least, he thought it was a name. He glanced down to the other two Wonderlandians and mouthed, 'Who's Demi?' before returning his attention to the Rabbit. If Demi was their Queen here, he should definitely note it down for the future!
Somehow, the tall Hyte's dark skin seemed to pale at the mention of rolling heads. He suddenly did not feel so certain that the proper precautions were taken. It took a few moments of sickly staring before his eyes flicked back to life and he extended his own clawed digits, ever careful as he shook Julien's hand to not mark the nice white fur. "Nice to meet you properly," he replied in a slightly stronger voice. Maybe if he just treated this like it was happening in Wonderland, he wouldn't be so terrified of the wickedly gleaming metal doors. He could only imagined what they housed!
Swallowing and turning his toothy smile down to Elda, he released Julien's hand and rested his claws delicately over the hands holding his other paw. "Breakfast it is," he commented as cheerfully as he could. It occurred to him that he wasn't the only one scared of what was going to happen, and that he should try and put on a strong front too, if he didn't want to be that baby he was afraid of being.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:08 am
Originally posted by HyTech - Julien...
Julien peered up at the Jabberwock as they shook hands - he was definitely looking a little off-colour (and the poor flamingo didn't seem to have entirely recovered either). "Are you feeling quite alright?" he inquired anxiously, "You could rest for a moment before the procedure - I could get another chair?" It may be late, but it wouldn't do to have the patient pass out before the surgery had even started...and he wasn't quite sure what Maxwell had planned...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:10 am
Originally posted by Mriae...
[ Sorry about not posting sooner! I had classes literally all day! ]
Rubbing an eye with a paw, the Dormouse looked from one Hyte to another as they went about speaking. He was only half-listening, in truth. Sleep was about to creep back up on him, as Time had done so many times before. It was quite mad how they worked in conjunction with one another. Yet, at the mention of the Queen, Clement's ears seemed to perk up. The Queen? What did she have to do with this? Oh, he hope she wouldn't show up to oversee the operation. Yorick was anxious enough as it was, so the last thing he needed was for Her Majesty to be screaming, "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"
The thoughts of the Mad Hatter's former companion then shifted again as the talk turned to breakfast. Mmm...breakfast. Clement hadn't eaten anything properly before leaving to come to the lab, so food sounded delicious right about now. "...Will there be treacle tarts...?" he squeaked, casually resting his head on the Flamingo's shoulder. Please, oh please let there be treacle tarts! They were a Wonderland specialty, and Elda and Yorick would probably enjoy them just as much as he would.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:11 am
Originally posted by Chrystali...
"Procedure."
There was no other words coming out of Julien's face except that one. And what a terrible, ugly word it was. Procedures meant surgery or something that took time! He already had a fight with time! More than that, it meant sharp, bad things, and he was more worried about the 'sharp' than the 'bad.' "Procedure?" he repeated in a faint, sick sounding voice. "It's just...u-uh..." Yorick's mind started to play trucks on him, imagining a great vorpal blade that snickered and snacked and cut more pancakes out of his neck. There wouldn't be a cast to keep him whole, not even the neck of a turtle would save him the horror!
The flames of his eyes sputtered and nearly simmered out of life before flaring, one clawed foot hesitantly feeling around the ground behind him, leaning his weight into it. Backwards was good. Away from here was good. Breakfast sounded great. "I...I think we should find treacle tarts," he remarked. He didn't care if he sounded like the coward now, he didn't want to lose his head, metaphorically or physically! Yorick liked to think he was kind of attached to it, even if that wasn't a whole truth!
"M-maybe I can duh-do it myself..." the great and fearsome Jabberwocky offered, terrified of the reality that he'd have to let someone touch his neck, that he'd have to be that vulnerable to a near stranger.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:12 am
Originally posted by HyTech - Julien...
The Jabberwock was definitely not looking good now - perhaps he was worried about the same scenario Elda was? Delicately, he placed a paw on either shoulder with what he hoped was a kind smile: "Yorick, your head is not going to fall off - I promise. After all this is over, I'll make some treacle tarts" - that'll hopefully be edible, he added mentally - "alright? Now let's get this little thing done, and everything will be just fine!"
Spinning on his heels, he hit the intercom button, "The patient is ready to see you-" he couldn't help but roll his eyes as he intonated as instructed, "- Doctor."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:13 am
Originally posted by Sukkubus..."Oh, there will be loads of treacle tarts! What's breakfast without them?" Elda cooed against Clement's hair. She wished she could be as calm as the Dormouse currently was-- calm enough to be ever-so-sleepy, oh-so-trusting. That was some sort of bravery, falling asleep in the face of probable danger! She took a breath and smiled.
"The White Rabbit is right, you know--" Julien was just a name she wasn't going to grow used to! "-- and just think, Yorick~ the quicker this is done, the faster we can have tarts and tea! I don't believe Clement can stay on his feet any longer than he must," she teased, hand tightening minutely on the Jabberwock's when she felt him shift back.
No matter how big he grew, how sharp his claws became, how aflame his eyes would catch, the flamingo would always feel the need to protect the mild-mannered Yorick. She cast a look to the White Rabbit, brows drawn against her faltering smile, apologetic. She was trying, really, she was!
"And your neck will look so lovely without those stitches! You'll have the most dashing scar," she said, off-hand, patting his wrist. Elda stared at the intercom and held her breath.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:15 am
Originally posted by HyTech - Maxwell...
When the call came through, he placed the scapel down in its tray, shrugging the labcoat on. A stride to the intercom; he self-importantly replied: "Roger that - bring him and his entourage in." The door slid open again at his paw's command.
The lab was open and waiting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:16 am
Originally posted by Chrystali...
Yorick blinked his simmering eyes, staring into the earnest gaze of the White Rabbit, and he felt a little...relieved. He wasn't rushing the Jabberwock into certain doom with impatience, but perhaps that should have worried him more. He tried not to think on it as he was certain he wouldn't make it through the door if he kept making up terrible scenarios.
"That..." His eyes turned briefly towards Clement as Elda indicated him, nodding slightly, "That's true. He did come all this way..." Traversing to the second floor was no big deal in theory, but when you fell asleep in a stiff breeze, it was monumental. It was odd, to think that one might undergo a procedure at the sake of a sleepy friend, but such was his way.
Again, a vague nod answered the flamingo's words, but he wasn't so stiff now. His weight was settled neatly against his clawed feet and he wasn't trying to retreat anymore. "Just a scar," he repeated in a faint manner. If he could walk out of the room with only a scar and a smile, he'd count himself lucky; as it were, Yorick was a rather unlucky beast, his stomach sinking as the doors opened with a clang of finality. If he went in there, there was no coming out...at least, not the way he went in.
And so, so many things could be said for that...
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