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The son of the Mad Hatter 21 Years of Madness Part of the OUD RP Group

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Could he really trust someone who was so malcontent with hunting for deer to be any good at it now? Still, it beat having to do this infernal task by himself. Besides, the other offered a story, and Alphonse’s weakness always had been a good story. It was how the pirate managed to bid his time, by hearing tales from every land he arrived upon.

“Fine, I accept this deal. How long is your story?”

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Wesley chuckled, beginning to walk further into the forest, not even bothering to check if the stranger was following him. “That all depends, Mr. Hunter of the Harmless, on how you would like me to tell it. Ballad? Poem? Epic tale strung together by long paragraphs of detail?” 

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“Okay, you can’t talk to me and give out a name like Alice and expect me to know who the hell she is,” he spoke, not looking at his next arrow carefully to make sure he made it right. 

“So who in blazes is Alice?”

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Wesley held out his hand, glancing down at the bow and arrow in the hunter’s hand and smiling. “How about a deal? I’ll hunt the feast, and you listen to my story?”

It had been such a long time since he’d been able to tell other’s of his life - others who would have no ulterior motive for hearing the tale. The thought alone almost made him giddy.

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The Princess and the Knave || Closed

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She eased down on the ground and watched some of the butterflies nuzzle nearby flowers. She didn’t know how long it’d take him to give up, but she didn’t doubt he would eventually. Oh, he wouldn’t return to the castle empty-handed. That meant certain death for him. But he’d scour the area, and decide she had already moved on. She was almost counting on him to do the same.

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She knew he couldn’t return to the castle without her; and he guessed she honestly did not care. What was another beheaded Knight to her? Nothing. He would hardly be the first, or last, Knight to die because of her. So, what more did Wesley really have to lose? He kept looking, her smell still fresh in his mind. Perhaps she had traveled further upriver, but that didn’t seem like the logical option. No, she would stay close to make sure he moved on; that is what he would do. Which meant, she was still in the area. Perhaps even close enough to touch.

“Princess? I know you’re still here,” he whisper-yelled. The guards would be making their rounds now, the last thing he needed was for them to see him skulking about in the river. “Princess? Prin - ARGH!” 

What the hell was THAT? It touched his leg. Something touched his leg. Wesley spun about in a panic, until his gaze latched onto the brown, furry thing that had floated past him.  His heart almost stopped in his chest. It was an otter.

Wesley bit back a scream, scrambling ungracefully for the bank of the river, tripping over his own feet in his panic and stumbling into a bush, hitting his head on something hard.  Was that the Princess’s knee?

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The Princess and the Knave || Closed

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She relaxed back for a moment, determined to stay out of sight. She was concealed completely within the bush, but he was still within earshot. It meant she’d have to remain here if she wished to remain out of his line of sight. The knave wouldn’t understand why she ran away, and she knew better than to attempt to explain it to him. That the attempt on her life had failed when it wasn’t supposed to, and that her mother assigned someone as a rouse.

Worse yet, she intentionally picked someone she deemed incapable. Volatilyn wasn’t sure if the knight was a good fit, considering he had actually succeeded in keeping up with her. But it was far better for her to get as far from the castle as she was able to.

The knight would only drag her back, and there was no way she’d go willingly.

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Wesley trudged through the shallows of the river, keeping his eyes and ears peaked for any form of sound of sign that the Princess was nearby. He could scarcely believe he’d let this happen. What would the Queen do to him if he could not find her? Flail him in the city square? Behead him in front of all his peers? Neither option sounded all that appealing. 

“Princess? Come on out,” he cooed, glancing over towards the bushes that ran alongside the outer edge of the river’s curve. “I know you’re still here.”

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No! He missed. Alphonse was a terrible hunter. Fishing was much easier, or simply eating the prepared foods in various taverns. Hunting was just not what the pirate was intended to do, but he didn’t want to give up just yet so he stood up to search for another prey.

“Figment of whose imagination?” It was hard to ignore this man, especially when he went on about such strange things. He grew more and more curious about him and cared less for the hunt.

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Wesley smiled as the arrow sailed by the deer, leaving the beautiful creature unharmed. The stranger, of course, was not very pleased. He could tell by the way his shoulders hunched as he walked to find more prey. 

“Why, Alice’s imagination, of course,” Wesley answered, as if it were obvious. He sometimes forgot he wasn’t surrounded by Wonderlandian’s anymore.

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Yikes. She should probably say something to comfort him. 

“ — That’s rough, buddy.” Nailed it.

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Wesley smiled and shrugged, readjusting his hat in a nervous motion as his gaze fell to his feet. “It’s alright; I had plenty of motherly figures in the Resistance.” Although, how did he explain to someone such as Elysia that his Mother Figure had been a mouse?

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“Not exactly a tremendous one, no.” But she wasn’t going to delve further than that. Hades was feared, that much was true. 

“How about your parents? Did they make the ‘Amazing parent’ list?” She found herself asking - even it if was to divert the topic.

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“My father is madder than I am,” he replied with a wild grin, but quickly sobered into a small frown. “I - uh. I never knew my mother.”

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“ – He’s my father.” There was nothing fascinating about the experience. At least not in the good way.

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“Yes, well. I guess your view of it would be much different than mine,” he remarked with a somber expression. Wesley knew next to nothing of the Lord of the Underworld, except for the murmurs among the drunken resistance fighters.

“From your expression, I assume he was not exactly a tremendous father-figure.”

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“The lord of the Underworld taught me.” Though she had only exercised enough energy to have a casual fight. This island would go up in flames if Elysia went all out. 

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Wesley felt his brows lift in admiration. “A Lord? Well, no wonder you are so talented. I feel almost insignificantly versed compared to you, being taught only by a mere Knight. Well, the greatest Knight in all of Wonderland, but still not to be compared to the Lord of the Underworld. That must have been utterly fascinating to experience.” He was rambling, yet could not seem to stop himself. The whole idea of her relation to the Underworld amazed him. 

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Now this man was definitely messing with him, and he didn’t like it. It took all of the pirate’s willpower to not have the other on choke hold. If he did that, then they would be creating a commotion and gone was his dinner. All he could manage was to give the other a stern glare for being such a nuisance.

“Most people hunt deer and eat them. If there were cows or chickens, then I would have eaten them but I haven’t found any so far. People eat meat, and by the way you are speaking makes me think you are not people,” he spoke through clenched teeth, now aiming his crossbow and relaxing before he would let go of his arrow.

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Wesley did not agree that killing this deer was what was right, but he kept silent. If this was what the strange man wanted to do, then so be it. The forest always came back one way or another. 

“I am so people,” Wesley retorted with a frown. “At least, I thought I was.” And there it was; the doubt. His father had passed it down to him through the tales of Alice. Was he, in fact, real at all? “Perhaps I really am just a figment of her imagination.” That was said more to himself than to the hunter.

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“Whatever, Twinkletoes.” Damn he was light on his feet. And it had been a while since she sparred with anyone. 

And so she went at it again, dodging, punching, kicking. He was really good, proving to be a worthwhile combatant. She didn’t realize how a few hours had passed and by the end of it, she felt all her previous frustration over this ‘brother’ thing fade. 

“I admit. You’re pretty good.” He still had his hat on, which caused her to grin.

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Wesley smiled brightly, appeased by her praise. He straightened his bow-tie, readjusted his hat, and gestured to her. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Princess,” he remarked. “Where did you learn to spar like that? Did a Knight teach you, too?” 

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The Princess and the Knave || Closed

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Why run? Had she not been in the process of losing him, she would’ve answered that she had many reasons to run. She had a mother who loved herself instead of anyone else. She had people who wished her dead for simply existing. She hadn’t been able to make a single friend for the very fear that they only wanted to get close to her for selfish reasons. 

Why would she run? Because running was her single chance at being able to enjoy herself. 

She ducked into the water, letting it wash off her scent and end her footprints, and manged to worm her way into thick brush, easing for a moment to catch her breath and slow her heart-rate.

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Wesley followed her as fast as his long legs could take him, trying his very hardest to keep at least the top of her head in his line of sight.  But, when he arrived at the river that ran around the perimeter of the castle grounds, his feet ground to a halt. 

He had lost her. No. There was no way he’d lost her; she was just here. She must have dived beneath the water, which meant he’d lost her scent. Unbelievable. 

It made no sense to him why she would want to leave such a stable life; Wesley couldn’t remember a time where he’d felt safe and secure, nor had he ever been surrounded by anything and everything he’d ever wanted. The mere thought she would throw all of it away, so desperately as to swim through the head-infested waters, stirred something inside him.  “Come on, Princess,” he muttered to himself as he slowly stepped into the shallow part of the river. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

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Was he serious? Ah, who the hell cares. “Fine.” He was clearly on the defence, which indicated that he wanted her to make the first move. She didn’t actually want to hurt him, so she held back and prepared herself for some friendly sparring. In a split second, she rushed towards him, dropping at the last second to sweep a kick at his ankles.

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Wesley pushed off his back foot, flipping over Elysia’s sweeping foot with one hand gripping onto his hat, and the other for balance as he landed, spinning to face her once again. He had always been agile and quick; both things his father had made use of in his earlier days of training. “Come on, Princess,” he cooed with a grin. “You didn’t even knock my hat off.”

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The heat was intense. It was noon, the most hated time of day, and Mahogany was heading for a mass of trees that would provide her enough shadow for her skin to avoid burning. She was about to enter the forest when a man came running from between the trees, right towards her. She couldn’t tell if he was running for something or simply wanted to rush to her. Either way, she couldn’t stand staying in the sun any longer.

“What do you want? I’m burning under the sunlight.”

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Wesley held onto the brim of his hat as he ran, his other hand waving about wildly as he tried to gesture for the woman before him to run. Or at least climb up that blasted tree. Anything to avoid having to deal with the monstrosity that now chased upon his heels. 

With a mighty leap, Wesley rushed past the blonde woman and latched onto the lowest hanging branch. “I suggest you follow closely, sweetheart,” he managed through pants as he began to climb, finding a secure enough spot to brace himself as he offered her a hand. 

The bear’s roar echoed off the surrounding trees as it’s giant paws brought it closer and closer to it’s intended meal.

“Unless you would like to be eaten. Can’t imagine why you would, but who am I to stand in the way of ones true wishes?”

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“ …..” Fine. If he was offering. “Back home, I’m sure you were. Come at me, then. No weapons. Just traditional sparring.” She made a motion with her hands, indicating for him to make the first move. She’d see how good he was. Hopefully it would be enough to get some of this anger out of her.

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Wesley nodded, sheathing his daggers as he stepped forwards towards the girl, lifting his hands to readjust his hat. “One must always fight with his hat on, my father used to say,” he stated with a grin, moving into a defensive stance. “Never really understood why.”

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“I’d rather not point them out, lest you eat one and become even more mad, or poison yer system.”

He thought this man was not in his right state of mind, or was purposely annoying him. Either way, he aimed his crossbow and tried his best to not let his questions agitate him. “No one eats those types. And I am never going ot eat crocodile meat. Don’t tell me you eat ‘em.”

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Wesley was utterly perplexed by this man’s logic. “Mushroom’s don’t make you mad,” he rebutted, frowning. “They make you grow; as big as a castle, should you eat enough of them.”

In all honesty, Wesley had never really thought upon why he ate only those that tried to eat him first. Perhaps it was some odd sense of morality, or maybe it was because they were the only animals he ever really seemed to find. Still, he did not want this man to shoot the deer; it looked so peaceful, so pure and good that it hurt Wes to think of anything bad becoming it. “Well, if an animal tries to kill me, I’m merely protecting myself if I retaliate. Eating afterwards is only really ensuring it’s death was not for nothing.”

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“ – Well considering I’m the only one, yes.” She was blowing off steam because a Tryphon Zeus was being hellishly persistent on the fact that he was her brother. And it was making her want to break things. 

“I’m not in the greatest moods.” It was more of a warning than anything. She wasn’t feeling flirty or devious - though the last time she flirted with him, she had been looking for a distraction. 

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Wesley withdrew his daggers and spun them in his fingers, giving her a gentle smile. “I’m merely offering myself up as a sparring partner,” he stated. “I used to be admiringly good at it, back home.”