Journeying

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What Kind of Creature? || Caleb & Rhyme

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  caster-disaster

  Ever since falling into Wonderland, Caleb’s spent as much time as humanly possible researching the history of Wonderland and if there was any hinting of a way out. However, he learned plenty about the general history and the culture during his research.

   “…this place is really, really strange.”

   Walking towards where the grasslands are, Caleb summoned Frumpkin and started to scratch behind his ears. Taking out one of the history books that he checked out, Caleb preceded to read. Apparently there was a decent note about this “Queen of Hearts” and the other royal families, but he’s only seen the Spade suit represented. How strange…again.

   Out of the corner of his eye, Caleb noticed some movement, and his instincts took over. Casting mage armor on himself, Caleb kept still and waited for something to occur.

Sometimes a lonely walk can carry us to unexpected places. Rhyme was making the most of the day as a sudden longing for something different took over. Maybe it was a simple homesickness, which wouldn’t have been new. Regardless, the traveler thought it would be best to enjoy some solitude after so many days surrounded by people. And before they knew it they found themselves in the grasslands, the sun shining as brightly as ever.

Gently floating with the breeze, Rhyme looked to their right as someone else was also there. The wind pushed towards him, but they quickly jumped back, surprised by his sudden movements. It seemed he was ready for a fight, which wasn’t too uplifting. Setting foot on the ground, the young traveler tried leaving quietly, but a slightly stronger wind ended up pushing them closer to the stranger.

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saviorofblue

Minato looked to the kitten, relieved to see the small animal keeping together well. In the brief window of time he’d been in the presence of the kitten, he began to find himself growing a bit fond of it, but knew that once the rain let up he and Rhyme would possibly have to find some place for it. Truthfully, the whole situation let Minato experience a kind of ease he didn’t usually get to feel. There were some things that only a few words could do justice for. Content? Maybe a bit serene? There was something definitely different about the kind, quiet companion, but sensing no hostility at all, he didn’t feel like he needed to rush for answers for why he felt this way. “Hmm… I always liked to listen to it I guess. Back home I used to listen to it too. It’s relaxing in a way.” That was the simple way of putting it. It was hard to explain how satisfying  it sounded, the way nature could sound like its own music with its own rhythm. After a moment of silence, Minato couldn’t help but follow up again. “Did it rain much where you came from?”

As the air felt more relaxed Rhyme became even more at ease as well. They’d felt that way before and a sense of nostalgia came with it, yet it seemed there was something different about it, much like everything in Wonderland.

Minato’s explanation made sense, but they were still confused as to why one would be so comfortable around rain, seeing how some would even get sick after being out in it for too long. But then again, he did mention he enjoyed listening to it, rather than being directly exposed to it. The traveler remembered when they’d wake up earlier than usual just to watch the sun rise and shine a light over the sand. Maybe they weren’t so different from humans after all.

Rhyme put their head out so they’d feel the rain again for a second. But remembering that Minato was still covered by the scarf, they quickly got back. They nodded their head in response, as their world had never seen rain. They weren’t sure how to describe it, but they did their best to try. “Dry, sun…sand…” They were certain they’d heard someone mention a name that felt adequate enough to their world, but they couldn’t remember. “No rain. But lots of wind. And yours?” Talking was slowly but surely feeling more natural.

Even before his answer, Rhyme tilted their head wanting to ask something else, but they stopped themselves.

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Fuck Off Please

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russias-ice-tiger

Yuri was used to being followed, used to feeling eyes on him when he wanted to be alone. His loyal ‘angels’ had gotten him more than just used to that, but it was still annoying if he was honest to himself. Especially after he had gotten used to not having anyone bother him while he was out an about, used to being just a normal person like everyone else.

   He’d gotten so used to it that he couldn’t help suddenly snapping back to old habits and confronting the follower without holding anything back.

   “Care to fuck off?! You’ve been following me for ten minutes now and it’s really fucking annoying!!”

Rhyme wasn’t the type to follow people around, much the opposite. There was something that had gotten their attention, though. It certainly was the usual day, they left work and found themselves with nothing to do, so they walked around looking for new places to explore. What they found instead was a strange looking boy. His clothes weren’t different from what they’d seen, but what had caught the traveler’s attention was a small bird resting on top of his head, as well as a shiny charm hanging from his pocket.

Without noticing the young traveler found themselves following the boy and, before they knew it, they were being yelled at.

They jumped back, instinctively chirping loud enough to make the leaves from a nearby tree to move, as well as to wake up the little bird. Rhyme did their best to be still, standing in a rather awkward looking position, but it proved useless as the tiny creature jumped off the stranger’s head and started walking away. To this ending, the poor traveler fell to their knees.

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klifftheboi

Kliff looked a bit puzzled, grabbing a strand of his hair and tugging on it. He looked between Rhyme, the group of girls, and the one that had stopped. He awkwardly sipped his tea once more, and tapped his foot.

The girl moved on to join her friends, as Kliff had anticipated. The blond then turned back to the Traveller, a curiosity hiding behind his pale eyes.

“What world do you hail from? It must surely be different than this.” He said, a genuine wonder hiding in his tone, no malicious entity in his heart. “Could you tell me about it? About you?”

Rhyme slowly sank to the floor as the girl lingered around. It wasn’t usually the case, but the awkwardness of the situation made them feel more tired than ever.

They only got back to their usual posture when the boy spoke to them. They jumped like a cartoon would when showing surprise and took a few seconds to process the question.

Quite honestly, they didn’t want to be around people for much longer, but seeing how kindhearted the stranger was they thought of agreeing to answer his questions. The thought of reminiscing about their home world with someone else was also rather nice.

The traveler pointed towards themselves and although their body wasn’t visible due to their coat, it seemed they were pointing to where their throat would be, to indicate they couldn’t talk. They looked around and motioned him to follow them, sitting on a free chair in the corner furthest from the exit. The best they could do was to pour sugar on the table and try to mold it to look like sand dunes.

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i-wont-bite

Ellie took the card and looked at it carefully. Let see what we got here. Oh it was a zoo identification card. Well it did tell her that this person worked which along proved that they were most likely at least sixteen but that did not mean they were old enough to get inside. Hmm maybe they just did not know what an identification card was which given we were all from vastly different places was very possible. If you did not know where they were then maybe you would not know to get a new one while you were here. honestly Ellie herself did not even have one the only reason she knew about them was because she knew people back at home that kept them on there person even after all these years. Something about feeling weird not to have it on hand.

“Thanks but this is not going to work, Quick question how old are you and do you have one of these?” Ellie gave the individual their card back. Then she pulled out her wallet and showed them her card.

“If you don’t but still want to go in you can put on this on your wrist and still go in you just can’t drink any alcohol.” She continued and pulled out a wrist band that one part was peeled off to adhesive itself closed. it was bright pink so it was easy for the staff to spot.

“Hm.” Rhyme wasn’t too worried they wouldn’t be able to enter, but it didn’t seem they’d be able to work up the courage to talk to this person either. Maybe they’d be able to talk to her while inside, but it wasn’t a good thing to bother someone while working, especially when someone’s job seemed so important.

They had another issue at hand, however. Gathering every bit of courage they had, the traveler did their best to speak up. “Age…unknown. And, no.” Although a bit quiet, their words were clear and to the point. Maybe more that they’d hoped. “Also, no alcohol.”

The young traveler wondered how they could explain their situation. But it felt too much time was passing, so they took the wristband and sloppily glued it to their scarf, looking at it in surprise at how bright it was in comparison to the cloth. They bowed awkwardly, slowly going in in such a way that anyone could notice something didn’t quite go according to their plans.

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[Event Thread] Hi, it’s nice to meet you...could I have my body back now?

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Something was off...terribly off. Rhyme had just woken up and something felt strange already. They thought of opening a window to let in some fresh air, but after doing so they rushed straight to the nearest mirror. The human hands they’d just seen were nothing compared to what they were looking at. They turned around a few times, cleaning the house up to get them distracted and then going back to the mirror. They had no idea what had happened, but one thing was certain: that was not their body. They tried floating but without success. It seemed both their body and powers had disappeared. Their terror got even stronger when they noticed the house they were in wasn’t even their own. Thus, the only possible explanation would be that they’d somehow changed bodies with someone else.

Once they made sense of the situation, Rhyme thought it would be better to find whoever was in their body and find a way to get it back. They cautiously left the house after covering themselves in as many mattresses as they could find. It wasn’t their cloak, but it was good enough for the time being. The young traveler walked around the city until they noticed someone very familiar. Audibly gasping, they ran to what seemed to be their real body.

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saviorofblue

“Really? Can you ask how it’s doing?”

Minato followed up, his curiosity piqued by the confirmation. He hadn’t seen anyone who could speak to animals since before he fell. And even then, they weren’t anything like Rhyme. The kind but mysterious air his rainy day companion had also been something Minato found himself comfortable around. It certainly was a nice change.

“Do you like the rain too?” Minato asked, noticing how Rhyme seemed to be paying careful attention to the rain as it fell.

Even if his companion seemed a bit strange, that didn’t mean bad. Hell, compared to many he was kind of strange too. The differences left Minato curious some, but no negative judgment from him. When brief silence fell again, he smiled alongside his quiet companion watching the rain with them.

They nodded, looking at the kitten, who seemed to have gotten the gist of the conversation and meowed almost instantly. Rhyme looked at the kitten for a second, then looking at Minato to deliver the answer: “Ok”. It was a relief to see the little creature was still so lively.

The longer moments of silence kept on happening. While they knew most people weren’t too fond of that, Rhyme felt at ease as it seemed Minato didn’t mind them at all. It was a good change of pace, as they themselves favoured silence rather than constant talking. It made them felt more connected with him, in a way.

“It’s okay.” The traveler nodded, their voice slightly louder than before. The challenge of finding the right words to use remained the same, though. “It’s...a nice change.” They remembered their previous world yet again.

The peace of mind that came with finally being comfortable around someone came with some added curiosity. Rhyme couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so at ease. It seemed they would have to wait for an answer to come to them.

“Why do you like…” They gestured towards the rain, cutting their sentence short without expecting it and not knowing exactly why.

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silvereyedroses

   Ruby kept her eyes on them, finding a smile creep on her as she watched how they played with the fireflies. It was far too adorable to her and even though she hadn’t gotten a response yet she didn’t mind. Tonight was something interesting on its own and she was glad she had come out this late.

   When they finally spoke up again she jumped a little, not having expected them to actually reply any time soon. Even the question, despite it be strange, it helped amplify how adorable they were and she couldn’t help but giggle softly as she leaned back against the wall.

   “Oh these things, they’re called fireflies. We don’t have many from where i come from but they’re pretty cute right? They just light up at night, I don’t really know how exactly their little butts light up but they do and they’re cute!!”

Rhyme wasn’t quite sure why she was smiling so much, but they tried their best not to ruin her mood. Every now and then they’d try to flash her a smile, although they were probably hard to notice, to the point they ended up stuck with the same awkward-looking smile. Again, their cloak most likely made it hard to notice their expression, so they did their best not to worry about it.

Those creatures had a name just as strange as themselves. It was hard to understand why they were called that, but after a few moments of deep thinking the traveler came to the conclusion that their souls had a ‘fire’ so strong that it reflected in their tiny bodies. They got closer to a few, flinching and jumping back just a second after due to the light hurting their eyes, and flinched yet again after hearing what sounded like a muffled high pitched scream. They looked around in a panic, noticing more and more of those fireflies were getting stuck to their scarf.

Unable to reach them, and seeing how, surprisingly, Ruby was still around, they got themselves to talk yet again, their voice sounding almost like a whimper this time. “…Help…” If one were to listen to them without looking it would have almost sounded like they were on the verge of tears.

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klifftheboi

Kliff had been close by. So close, in fact, that he was in the splash zone of the cup of water. With some on his pants, he took notice of the situation. He set his tea down on a nearby counter top. Then, the platinum blond picked up a bundle of napkins and knelt down to wipe up the little puddle. kliff also retrieved the cup and tossed the napkins and plastic into the trashcan. He grabbed his tea once more and turned to the traveler as he took a sip. “Are you alright?”

Luckily for Rhyme, their quiet yet desperate call for help was heard. They helped clean the puddle on the floor and continuously bowed while doing so, bowing one last time when the stranger came back with his cup of tea. They still felt a bit shaken from everything that had happened, so without thinking they were ready to leave the café on their own without a sound. The stranger stopped them, though, by asking how they were. While it was an understandable question, given what had happened, Rhyme had to force themselves to give some sort of answer, constantly looking at the door so they could leave.

Nodding and bowing once again, the traveler was once again surprised, being pushed by a group of girls who suddenly entered. They were too shocked to noticed, but it seemed they were the same girls who had stuck some of the pins on them, which had already been taken off. One of them stopped and looked at the two in silence.

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“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

Rhyme looked around in confusion. The area seemed the same as any other they’d been to. They tilted their head and chirped softly, a few small bugs getting  closer. 

Looking at the stranger, they got closer, suddenly jumping back and letting out their best impression of a gasp. They pointed at her as if to imply she was the one who made that area unsafe. They were, of course, joking. But it was better to be sure, just in case.

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“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

They didn’t have a response for that. They were used to wandering alone and the city seemed very safe. But at the same time it felt bad to break a rule of a world they’d just hopped into. They were about to do something to change the subject but suddenly a crow landed on their head, prompting them to jump back. The only thing that broke the silence was the scream-like chirp they let out as a response to the unexpected appearance.

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🎶 🍀💡

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🎶What would your character say about your personal taste in music?

Wait, about my taste? ‘0′

I guess they’d find it alright. I do enjoy listening to some instrumental stuff so I guess they’d be into that. In Love With a Ghost, City Girl, that sort of music.

🍀 Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck?

Luck was a concept that Rhyme learned when they got to Wonderland, but it was really easy to understand and it made a lot of sense to them.

They never got a lucky charm because they assumed it was just something that was already dear to a person and had a lot of history, so they just think of their scarf as a charm now.

💡What is the best idea your character ever had?

Ok this isn’t really an answer but I headcannon that they once got themselves mittens for winter because everyone had a pair and they were scared to freeze. I don’t even know if they have hands, so if they did no one would actually see them, but they’d wear them all the time. If they actually don’t have hands, they’d just hang them on a wall for decoration.

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💫 - Your character is suffering memory loss after being knocked unconscious.  What happens afterwards and how did it happen? 

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ohh I didn’t think of anything for this! Ok, let me see…

I assume they’d still keep their personality (if that makes sense), so I’d expect them to abandon wherever they are and travel around to either regain their memories or make new ones. I would say they’d try to get to know themselves better in the process.

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“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

Rhyme looked down in disappointment. The traveler had seen stars before, sure, but the ones in Wonderland felt much different. They let out a soft, barely audible chirp, wondering what others would do in such a situation. They thought of flying, but instead, they ran, dragging him along to the highest point they could think of. Upon arriving they stretched themselves, as if trying to get closer to the dark sky in hopes of finding at least one tiny light.

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“This street is very dark…”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

Being unable to see the path they were walking on wasn’t too big of a deal to Rhyme. It wasn’t the first time they’d dealt with that. But there was something in that particular night that made them uneasy. To make things worse, they weren’t alone, and they weren’t planning on getting him injured. They got closer, bumping into him. It took them more time than expected to remember those streets had lamps all around them. And so, with a chirp, they lit up as many lamps as they could, providing the two with at least some more peace of mind for the rest of the walk.

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“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters 

It wasn’t unusual for Rhyme to find hidden gems while hiding away. It seemed that world had more surprises to bring as they’d found the most peaceful place until that day. The ocean wasn’t a foreign thing to them anymore, but the traveler couldn’t resist spending the day at the pier. It somehow gave them a new perspective. They hadn’t dared to get closer to the sea, but that way they had the opportunity to take a look at some of the creatures that were going through their own journeys there.

They turned back to look at who’d appeared. The traveler wasn’t too keen on talking and didn’t quite want to just give him an answer that easily. They were certain the best option didn’t require words. They ran towards him, pushing him to where they were standing for so long and motioning to look at the water. They sat on the edge, following a strangely small fish with their eyes, still not saying a word.

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“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters Their thoughts exactly. Rhyme had taken a liking to the busy streets they’d see everyday. Observing everyone walking, running, working, was very enjoyable. They’d often wonder what they were doing, what their plans were and how their own journeys were going.

Still, walking at night was still something they couldn’t stop doing. The streets were so peaceful with no one around, it reminded them of their previous life. Still, though, this world gave them a new sense of happiness that they’d never felt in the one they walked on before. Walking alone was good for them, but being with someone else had become much more enjoyable. They weren’t quite sure why, but it was undeniable that their new journey was showing to be a much less lonely and more enjoyable one. Especially with someone who shared their own love for quiet walks on the streets.

Rhyme smiled, as his words brought a spring to their own step.