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Jack raised an eyebrow, gasping lightly. Lewis? Lewis Liddell? What's he doing here? He hasn't visited me in ages. Why now?

"Send him in," Jack called.

"Proceed," Siyu said, glancing at Lewis like a hideous zoo attraction.

"Very well, young Suit, thank you," Lewis croaked, bowing lightly. "Here." Lewis seized the Two's hands stuffing something with a smooth, yet bumpy texture.

Siyu glanced at the object in his hand, a cookie covered in icing.

"A token of my appreciation, young man," Lewis said with a grin. "Go on. Eat it!"

Siyu raised an eyebrow, uncertain if he should eat the cookie or not. Accepting food from a strange man, especially one so oddly dressed, he had to be suspicious. Still, the way Lewis' covered eyes seemed to be glued onto Siyu, he had to satisfy him.

The Two sighed, taking a small bite from the cookie. I'm not crazy about sweets, but whatever.

"What do you think?" Lewis sang, "Delicious? Feel anything yet?"

Siyu raised an eyebrow. Feel anything? It was then that Siyu looked down at his cookie and noticed a strange pink lettering on the back of it. The words spelled out "Eat Me".

An Eat Me cookie? No way!

Siyu's body tingled and his limbs tightened. His body felt as if it was pulling inward and Lewis' figure seemed to become bigger. Siyu fell to his knees at Lewis' now large boot.

"Twas a pleasure meeting you, Mister Two of Spades," Lewis cackled, his voice now booming to the shrunken Two of Spades. "Ta-taa!" With that, Lewis pushed the Jack's door open, leaving the Two behind.

((Edit: Zack, Pippin was SPECTACULAR! Though I still had to lawl at you in TIGHTS! :'D

Exel: I LOVE Undertaker! I actually pictured Lewis looking a bit like him except with scars on his face like the coffin maker in Godchild. That's why I chose Undertaker. wink

Omg, I'm watching a repeat of Criss Angel: Mindfreak and suddenly remember why this guy is such an inspiration to me. .___. ))

((Thank you! redface ))

Raven turned back, only to notice the mess that Marcie had gotten herself into. He gasped audibly and shrieked in a tone strangely high for the sound of his voice.

"Dear me, Marchy," he said, getting to his feet and now chuckling, "You certainly got yourself into a mess."

He laughed lightly, picking Marcie from his shirt. "You are adorable, you know that?" he said with his signature smile.

((DAMN! I would hate that; I straighten my hair, so I would be PISSED off!))

"Ah, I'm sorry," Raven laughed, placing Marcie back on the floor.

"I do not lie," he said, placing himself at Marcie's level and smiling at her, "You are just so cute, even in this form!" The Ace laughed a rather childish laugh as he patted Marcie's head.



Jack's eyes widened at the sight of the familiar figure that entered his doorway. The tall, crooked, and bony figure of a pale man dressed in over-sized clothing with covered eyes and a scarred face was all too familiar.

"L-Lewis! It's really you!" Jack exclaimed, getting to his feet.

"Jack, my friend!" Lewis called after shutting Jack's door. "My dear friend Jack!"

"Come inside, take a seat," Jack said blankly, gesturing to a chair by his bed.

"Where have you been and why did you come all of a sudden?"

Lewis grinned, his scars twisting. "Business has been crazy," he replied, taking a seat, "People are dying left and right nowadays with this war of yours."

Jack gave his companion an icy glare. "I didn't start this 'war'," he hissed, "I have been betrayed by the Ace of Hearts. He started a resistance and fled his execution. He is out there somewhere, plotting my demise."

"Ah yes, the Ace of Hearts," Lewis chuckled, placing a black fingernail to his chin, "I think I remember him . . . glasses, blue in his hair, yes! I remember that bloke. He is the legendary Caterpillar, the leader of the resistance? What a fool, thinking he can win against you."

"Indeed," Jack said with a sinister smirk. "A fool indeed."

"Well, happy unbirthday, Jack!" Lewis exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, one of them covered by his drooping sleeve.

Jack's smirk soon became a genuine smile. It had been so long since he heard that, and despite Lewis' eccentric behavior towards unbirthdays, he missed hearing that.

"A very merry unbirthday to you too, Lewis," Jack said, quietly.

"Shall I buy you a drink?" Lewis' deep and quiet voice croaked in its usual manner. "Or should I give you the one in my coat?"

Remembering his food restrictions, Jack sighed. "Firstly, Lewis, I do not trust any drink that is handled by you. You would probably remove the 'Drink Me' label for a good laugh."

"Now now, Jack," Lewis chuckled, "I wouldn't do that to you."

"Secondly," Jack continued, ignoring Lewis' statement, "I can't drink alcohol anymore . . . I grow unhealthier by the day and now my blood has been affected."

"Dear me," Lewis said, immediately springing off his chair and grabbing a hold of Jack's hand. "I see what you mean, you have lost considerable color in your skin since the last time I saw you and . . . nail beds . . . the signature sign of . . . anemia."

Angrily, Jack withdrew his hand from Lewis' grasp, not caring that he was scraped by his friend's fingernails. "I must attain that position," Jack hissed, "I can't die just yet. I won't die, not even when Wonderland is in my grasp."

"Oh, how I admire your attitude!" Lewis cooed, a very alien sound for his deep, croaking voice type. "Such a shame, though, that you cannot drink. Is there anything I can do for your unbirthday? Oh! Speaking of unbirthdays, where would Gestalt be?"

"In the infirmary," Jack replied, "Tending to the Ace of Clubs. I'm sure he'd just love to see you." Jack smirked after his last statement. "And you wish to do something for my unbirthday?"

Jack gazed at the ceiling, thinking hard about what his loyal friend could do for him. "You've been around since the time of Alice and you're still strong and swift. I would send you after the Ace of Hearts, but his whereabouts are unknown and he is very strong. I would rather send another Ace after him . . ."

"Oh, Jack, you're thirty-one years old and so uptight," Lewis sighed, learning closer to Jack and sliding a fingernail down his neck. "Should I find you a woman? You can certainly go for one. I'm surprised by now, you haven't used Gestalt to satisfy your needs as a man."

Jack smirked, allowing Lewis to do what he was doing. "Who said I haven't?" he said with a small laugh.

"Well, at least you are enjoying my gift," Lewis chuckled, his finger moving to Jack's collar bone. "Still, I owe you many unbirthday presents since we last saw each other. What should I do for you?"

The Jack of Diamonds pressed his lips together, considering all the possibilities. Then, he smiled.

"Stay a while, perhaps for a few days," Jack replied. "We can talk over tea, catch up, you can help me out . . . and you can have fun with my doll."

Lewis made a wide grin, pulling the scars on his face with it. "Now that sounds rather splendid!"

((This character is basically why I pictured Lewis looking like him. rofl ))

(( yeah, i need to get me an umbrella, my little sister made me the favor of loosing my last one -.-))

Marcie glared as best as she could with her now big and round brown eyes, despite her attempts she knew she was not 'cute' not in the way that word was supposed to be used at least, of course she didn't think of herself as ugly but cute was just not the right adjective, not that there would be fitting description for her as a hare anyhow "Rabbits are cute, I'm not a rabbit" she said hopping on the direction of the chair where she had left her things last night and getting over them with a jump, she was looking for her purse, she could forget about the dress and the other things, sure she liked them but there was a limit between liking and needing them but she did needed the purse, it had important things inside.

Ace of clubs regained consciousness when they had almost reached the infirmary, her head ached and she felt like she was being carried by someone so she opened her eyes slowly, trying to register what was going on around her, she had a weird sensation of emptiness and fogginess on her mind, as if she was drunk, she looked up and saw that she was being carried by a blind folded man, that was rather illogical, maybe she was dreaming? despite her common sense her lips moved on their own and formulated a question she could almost not hear herself as she felt that with every beat of her heart her head pounded and was about to explode "What's happening?" where the words she could feel herself articulate.

As the carriage neared the gravediggers cabin nobody thought about what needed to be done, he didn't like making pointless trips and this stay was resulting, putting aside the enjoyment of his 'friends' company, rather pointless "Pyria, I'm going to bring here a friend in a moment" he said becoming serious "You must promise you will not repeat anything of what you might hear OK?" he asked looking at her on the eyes, he could afford no more looses and no more mistakes.

((Undertaker~ heart *sigh*))

((about jack of diamonds....yes he did lyka XD for some reason i don't find it as disturbing the second time as the first LOL))

((oh, I'll take the compliment on my awesomeness, thank you, but might I know why? on a side note: pft~ poor eight he can't get rest even after death))


Jackie left eight's body on the cold metal bed of the morgue, they would need to do the autopsy later on but for now she just locked the door and headed to her office to make the report, she would need to make a report of death for eight's expedient and one of insubordination for six, the second one would need to go to Jack of diamond's hand first though.

((Edit: I'm kind of in a narcissist mood today, quiet funny))

((wow...O.o))