He took a step on to the battle field and instantly everything began to fade around him. He wasn't in Wonderland and he wasn't on the Deus Island. He was... Home?
It was his flat in the city; the one that he had shared with the only roommate that hadn't been overly awkward. Their cat was lying on the table in the sun, tail ticking back and forth, back and forth, ticking away the seconds of a day. His chair was tilted at just the right angle in the window to catch the perfect amount of light for reading and he could hear the Greatful Dead playing just loudly enough that he could make out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
MY STATS
My character's username: HotTea42
My character's level: 31
Character's HP: 40/40
Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter
Current party: N/A
Current Guild: Queen's Rangers - White Court
Small IC description of character: Tall, pale and tattooed over scars. This brown dreaded Hatter seems as though he might be a little worse for wear, but he's almost always smiling except for when he's not.
Character journal: BATTLE ENTRY LOG
