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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:17 am
Originally posted by Mriae...
[ @ A@; I'm so sorry, guys. This is why I'm horrible at group RPs. ]
"C'mon, Yorick, it won't be so bad," the Dormouse exclaimed in an easy-going fashion as he moved to walk in to the lab. Yet just as soon as he walked into the other room, Clement could be seen coming back out. All of the color had drained from his face, and his eyes (which were normally droopy with sleep) were wide with fright. "You know, on second thought, I'll just stay out here."
There was no way he was going into that lab. No way in hell! There was a ca-..caa-...Oh, he couldn't even say it completely. Just the thought of a C-A-T sent chills up the Dormouse's spine. Yes, Elda would have to help Yorick with this one out on her own. With Max in there, there would be no way that Clement would be able to focus.
"There's a ca-..ca-ca...there's a...in there. I can't go."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:18 am
Originally posted by Sukkubus..."A what?" Elda prompted, surprised at how quickly the once confident Dormouse had done an about-face. She'd never seen him look so awake in her life! Sliding her hand from Yorick's, she crept forward and poked her head into the lab. Oh. Oh!
"It's not a cat, Clemmy! It's only The Cat," she said, glancing over her shoulder. Elda marched around Clement and barred his path, hands on her hips. Sure, being a mouse and fearing cats was a legitimate excuse, but Maxwell-- why, he was hardly A cat! She had never been so much afraid of the Jaguar as... wary, really. He was supposed to have answers. Like now-- follow the White Rabbit, let The Cat lead. Sucking her lips in against a sigh, her eyes softened; she took Clement's hand.
"Come on-- you can too go in. We have to," she urged, lacing her fingers with his and giving his arm a tug. "We promised. We're all scared of something right now, Clemmy, but we're also lucky we're here together to face it. And just think what fun we'll have afterward!" On second thought....
She paused to lean forward, squinting her eyes menacingly at the Dormouse, "Plus, I'll pinch you if you don't. Double dog dare you to go in."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 4:21 pm
"Change of heart," the Dormouse rattled breathlessly, "I've had a change of heart."
He would go into the lab now. Damn, Elda. Damn her and her blackmails! He hated it when she pinched him - he hated it so much. What other choice did he have? It was either stay outside the lab, get pinched by the Flamingo, and let his Jabberwock friend down. Or he could go in, see the cat, and be frightened for his life. Frightened, but yet still showing support for Yorick. A sigh escaped him. There was only one option as far as the Dormouse was concerned now.
He'd go inside.
Standing before the door, however, Clement couldn't help but gaze back at Elda. Black orbs narrowed when he gazed at her, his mind still processing her threat. He then leaned in and chuckled quietly before whispering in her ear. "You can only pinch me so much, Elda," he said, "and one of these days, I'll get you back for it all. You'll see."
It was now or never. Sucking in a deep breath, the Dormouse walked back inside the lab. He had to be brave - he just had to. This was for Yorick's sake, after all. And for his fellow Wonderlander Clement would do anything - even brave the Cat - in order to support his friend.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:28 am
He felt his heart sink a little, down abouts where his knees were, once Clement returned and stated that he couldn't possibly go in. Not that he could blame the Dormouse, as The Cat was a terrible creature that even he himself was rather unsettled by. Yorick heaved a deep sigh, trying to steel himself even as he clicked his claws together fretfully. There probably weren't enough treacle tarts in the world to soothe Clement's fear, just as there weren't enough soft and harmless objects to satisfy his own--
"A-ah, Elda...?" He gave a startled little whuffle as the Flamingo suddenly bristled and stalked after the unfortunate sleepy creature with a purpose. Wide eyes watched unblinkingly, a few confused curls of flame skimming his thin brows and puttering his unspoken surprise at how she...she bird handled him! Yorick was both immensely impressed and exceptionally terrified. Whatever was in that lab could not be near as frightening his dear friend on a mission. Even the Queen Herself couldn't command the sleepy tea-goer to face The Cat, and yet--!
The Jabberwock was stunned. Did Clement seriously just march back in there?
Yorick grinned suddenly and widely, a terrifying sight of sharp teeth in his face. He bounded on his toes over to Elda and picked her up into an affectionate hug, kissing her cheek with gratitude. "You are terrifying and beautiful, Elda," he informed his friend happily, putting her down as his wings trembled with joy, "and I wouldn't trade you for all the treacle tarts in the world!" The giant creature all but trotted into the lab, affording Clement the same burly affection with a hug from behind and nuzzling into his messy hair. "Thank you," he murmured softly into a round ear, releasing the Dormouse and taking a side step to face the Cheshire.
His spine seized with every fiber of him screaming to run, but he stayed in place, chin lifted and defiant since there was nothing sharp in his immediate vision. "Cheshire," he greeted Maxwell, for even the written name would not change who he was to the Jabberwock, "what shall it be?" If Clement could do this - if Elda believed in them! - then he could, too!
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 7:50 pm
Did… did Clemmy just threaten her? How positively sinister! that little promise had sounded; she didn‘t even think the Dormouse was capable of hurting a fly! Dumbfounded by his audacity, the Flamingo only watched - with distant, subconscious pride, at that! - as the Dormouse returned to the lab. At least it had worked! What could he possibly do to her anywa--
“Eep!” Elda trilled with sudden delight, instinctively throwing her arms around the Jabberwocky as he hefted her into the air. Her tiny wings fluttered with excitement, eyes lighting up -- how she adored hugs and kisses so, and cooed at his display of grateful affection. Her cheeks warmed with a humbled sort of pleasure; seeing Yorick thus was such a rare sight indeed! Not much could silence the talkative girl, but knowing her friends, having them near (despite Clement’s plan to Get Her Back!), brought her to such an inexplicable, joyful quiet.
She followed after both her boys and into the lab, feeling like all the world that everything would be all right. If anything, she still had her fingers crossed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 9:36 am
"Well Yorick, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to." He laughed and continued: "...so you did all arrive! I am pleased, even if the Dormouse seems a bit tremulous." He eyed him, but he turned back to Yorick with a crescenty grin. "First, we are looking to sit you down on this charming chair," indeed, the friendly steel seat with a somewhat bedraggled cushion. He handed an eyemask to him: it was fashioned in purple and pink, a hum'rous representation of rhine-stoned sunglasses, apparently. "and here, have a blindfold." The tail was swishing now; it was only expected. "Now will you do us the honours?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:08 pm
Yorick crossed his arms in a defensive posture over his chest, glancing to Clement. "We're both facing a bit of our fears today, you kn-know that," he stammered softly, mildly embarrassed. He was already getting worked up and he hadn't even seen anything sharp...yet! His flame-heavy gaze was forced back to Maxwell as he grinned, feeling both soothed and uneased by that expression - it suited the jaguar's face, but it never meant anything good.
The large creature shuffled over to the indicated chair, giving it a once over to make sure it was really a seat and wouldn't bite him, before he carefully situated his tail over the arm of it and took a seat on the sad looking cushion. Sharp claws carefully accepted the odd, offensively colored item, turning it this way and that with his lips pursed over his teeth (which was quite impressive, really). Yorick tapped the rhinestones with his thumb claws, looking up to Maxwell and trying not to stare at the tell-tale flick of that tail, no doubt every bit a warning as the grin. Why oh why wasn't he listening to those warnings?
He looked to his friends momentarily, his expression drawn. The Jabberwock clearly did not trust the Cheshire enough to be peachy-keen with the set up, but to completely hide from what was going to happen? After a moment of thought, he handed them towards Clement. "I...I think these m-might do him better than me." He knew Clement and Elda wouldn't think less of him for hiding - and certainly, this was likely the precaution the White Rabbit had spoken of - but it didn't feel safe, knowing who the doctor was.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:40 pm
"Alright," Maxwell said dubiously, though what Yorick said was not untrue. "If you could close your eyes then, that will do as well."
[Sorry for the delay folks, I am so dead busy right now - let's push and get this done, yeah?]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:15 pm
(( Unless you tell me otherwise, I think I'll just be replying to whatever you guys do to get us moving. o3o ))
The Jabberwock's throat worked to swallow the small whimper that he could feel building there. After a few moments of staring blankly at Maxwell, he found his voice, as small and smoky as it was. "I can't f-for long periods of time," he lifted a claw to point and indicate the flames that licked over his brows. "S-so...I'll just look...elsewhere." Yorick wasn't sure if he preferred Wonderland just then or being at the mercy of the Cheshire and the grin that was just beneath the surface.
Breathing deeply through his nose, he demonstrated his words by turning his attention to the corners of his burning eyes, his gaze lighting upon Elda and Clement. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. He gave his friends a small smile, as encouraging as he could muster given what was about to happen, determined to keep his eyes on them. They would be his strength, and his courage, until something sharp and shiny caught his--
The eyes he intended to keep open shut for a few moments, pushing his fear down with a curl of his clawed toes. Upon opening, the flames billowed out a bit more obviously before settling into a light simmer. Yorick rested his hands over the chair's arms, the material of which protested under his tight grip.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:24 pm
Yorick was in need of something to help calm him down. Calm him, and help him focus on something else, so he wouldn't have to think about the operation that was going on at hand. The Dormouse, although sleepy, had just the thing in mind. When Yorick smiled at him, he smiled back, and then yawned deeply and rubbed an eye. That was good: better to get out all of his yawns now, than to do it later when it was really important. Clement then shifted and peered over at his Jabberwock friend, his tail swinging every once and a while.
"...Just...picture yourself in Wonderland.." the Dormouse told Yorick in a gentle, dreamy voice. If sensory imagery worked with anyone, it would probably be Clement. His voice was just soft enough for that sort of thing. "You're back in Wonderland...and the Mad Hatter has just invited tea over to you.." There he went again with his twisted Wonderlander logic. "It's a very unimportant day, after all...your very, merry Unbirthday..!~"
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:07 pm
Elda rested her dainty hand over Yorick's gripping one, smiling her most encouraging smile yet. It was best, she thought to herself, to pretend the Cheshire wasn't even there. If Clement made the story, and Yorick and she simply followed him in, then the Cheshire wasn't there because he'd not followed, and if he'd not followed, then he wasn't there! So, with this logic in mind, she tilted her head towards Clement's soft voice, eyes unfocused-- it wasn't very difficult for her to start making up the entire scene in her head and soon enough (after her mouth formed a little 'o') she had wrinkled her brow.
"Oh, drat, Clemmy, I've invited myself to Yorick's Unbirthday," she frowned, drumming her fingers against the Jabberwock's hand. "I hope there's none of this moving one seat on business."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 6:58 pm
Maxwell was particularly dubious about raising a scapel to Yorick's neck when his eyes weren't closed, though they were directed a distance away and flaming [hopefully] somewhat distractedly. His eyes shifted to the small blade - well, they didn't get much smaller than that. His eyes shifted to the claws, grazing metal... A long shot; but he had to try. With a twist to his voice and the gentle sound of his tail swishing, he murmured, " We will have none of this moving one seat on business...for Yorick, you are very, very comfortable in your chair, are you not? You don't want to leave it, no, you don't want to leave it forever, or at least not right now, not for a good, long while...In fact, you know what, Yorick?" His paw was on the button, he glanced about sharply [thankfully his friends seemed to be even more in Lala Wonderland than the patient] as metal bands emerged in slow motion to close over Yorick's wrists and ankles, quite soundlessly. " It doesn't want you to leave it, either..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:53 pm
Confusion didn't quite cover the Jabberwock's expression. Why would he want to be back in Wonderland? But as the Dormouse continued, clarity of understanding allowed his features to tug into a semblance of joyous understanding. "He does have good tea," Yorick muttered quietly, his eyes lidding. He could see the long expanse of table filled with treacle tarts and tea, the Hatter as mad as ever at the head of the table with Clement near by, tiny and nestled in his tea pot. The green and pinkery of the trees and shrubs were stalwart as the leafy walls they were, some dangling in jealousy towards the table while others still remained perfectly content to be round and trim.
As Elda's voice joined in, so too did she pop into his 'vision,' complete with a rather smart party dress of pink with black stockings. The Jabberwock smiled. "Oh Elda," he chuckled softly, "you are always welcome..."
Then Maxwell began to speak. The Cheshire grin hung suspended by nothing over the center of the table, crested by two malicious amber eyes. The words the disembodied mouth spoke of were both perplexing and unwelcome, making Yorick uncomfortable. He made to lift a hand to wave the Cheshire off, but found himself...rather unable to.
His eyes came back into focus, but it seemed that fear and uncertainty kept him rather rigidly facing away from Maxwell and staring at the sleepy-eyed Dormouse. "Cheshire?" he asked tersely, unwilling to move. Yorick could feel the panic settling into his restrained limbs, tail beginning to flick around the metal frame with disquiet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 1:21 pm
"Relax, Yorick," he sounded like he need that advice himself now, damning the circumstances in his mind as the jabberwork tensed in the chair. "By the way Yorick...how do you feel about sedatives? Would you like a sedative? How do you feel about needles?" He was concerned about the chair, of which if destroyed by claws that catch, may subsequently cause him to be concerned about himself. "I would like you to like a sedative, Yorick, I would."
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 2:34 pm
"Relax?!" Yorick repeated, and the sudden lilt of his voice suggested he was doing anything but. His claws continued to tighten over the chair, although the motion was more unconscious than anything. "The chair just hugged me! How am I supposed to relax?"
Apparently, the Wonderlandian didn't realize that Maxwell had anything to do with the chair's function, thinking that the chair itself had decided to do it on its own.
And then the jaguar was rambling. Something about sedatives and needles? Yorick finally looked at the Hyte, confused enough that his slow squeeze on the chair's arms had stopped in favor of bafflement. The Jabberwocky suddenly burst into laughter, a smoke-and-gravel sound that wasn't often used in the damaged throat. "I...I think you need one," he finally managed to grin toothily around his mirth.
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