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"Don’t mind him, Rick. It’s just a thing that happens."
As much as possible, they wanted the existence of that person to be kept hidden from outsiders. This was a personal affair, after all—and a dangerous one. Especially after the first major outbreak of that person, they both knew the risks. They had Gretchen to prove it.
"Yes, Herr Rick, I’m fine." Wolfram’s body was starting to settle down now and his head cleared. He didn’t want to trouble the boy, but it was quite a while since he had a bed to sleep in… "And, um. If it’s not a bother, we’d like to take you up on your offer." It would also give him time to comfortably think over the strange situation they were in. Like why he couldn’t remember anything: and it wasn’t because that person came out, otherwise Friedrich would have definitely told him.
With the approval from the other, Rick nodded quite a few times. The entrance to the orphanage that doubled as a school wasn't quite far away from where they stood. "Alright then," Rick replied, with a grin, "Please, Herr Wolfram, follow me."
Rick soon turned on his heel, heading toward the doorway. He then opened it up for the other to enter the foyer of the orphanage. He awaited for Wolfram and Friedrich to enter, once they did-- he followed behind them. It was a curious sight to see a talking skull, he never saw that kind of thing before...only in his dreams. Now that they were in the Lobby, Rick turned to Wolfram. "Um, please stay here. I'll be back in a moment." There weren't a lot of rooms for guests-- especially when they were unexpected. He now scurried off down the right hall, to locate Teacher. Once he found the elder man, he began to explain the situation to Teacher. He understood the situation, and agreed. It seemed that he would have another mouth to fill for tomorrow's breakfast. Rick returned to the Lobby, finding Wolfram once again. He was given extra blankets and pillows by Teacher for Wolfram and now carried them in his arms. "...H..Herr Wolfram, this way now!" Rick led Wolfram into the left hallway, finding the vacant room. He struggled with putting the key in, and half way turned to the other. "...Er...seeing that I have my hands full with these-- would you mind unlocking the door..?"
So plainly does Rick recount the words that it’s almost funny, if in the quaintest of ways: of course, he’s not to know of their significance to the interaction between the two of them. What’s expressed is not this peculiarly placed humour, however, but something more akin to astonishment.
A delusion of his mind that the talking rat itself might be, but what he imagines had been said is too eerily familiar to be a product of his own imagination entirely.
Just as well could the musician have waved away the words of the rat - although quite the mystery but moments ago - as being pure nonsense ─ finally with certainty. Yet, as had similarly happened upon the realisation of the boy’s true identity, what answer he receives now unfortunately doesn’t bring satisfaction once and for all, but rather only more questions and a generally greater desire to continue to pursue this tale. Frankly speaking, to think of their meeting here to be no more than mere coincidence is becoming increasingly difficult.
What reason could possibly lie behind all these similarities…?
Having recovered enough from that cryptic answer as to focus on the present rather than on his thoughts once more, his bemused glower fades only momentarily before it reappears: very rarely do these things turn out to be as simple as initially thought, it seems. The rat’s alleged murmurings relayed to him now, he requires nothing else from it, and gently - but firmly - is the nibbled finger withdrawn and the creature brushed from out his hand. Only once he catches a glimpse over his shoulder at the well does he fix his gaze on his guest ─ and here is it likely to remain for a while, as more and more relevant to his own concerns as the child’s tale seems to become by the minute.
"—Mm," an ambiguous hum introduces his eventual reply, with an equally ambiguous couple of nods actually accompanying it, "I have…my suspicions, at the very least, although I should think that you would be the most familiar with your own thoughts. Recall that it was you who had heard those words, not I." (Odd, really, if the boy - as per his suspicions - has merely subconsciously sought out his service, hence his lack of comprehension for now.) ”But I shall ask this, Junge, and hope it will inspire a good amount of conversation before yet another question need be asked: was it solely that rodent which had guided you here, or have you something else you might like to share?”
"Well..." The child hesitated, eyes falling to his feet now. Why did the rat say that to him? It was disturbing, and he couldn't quite place of why it was said to him either. He slowly nodded toward the man however, while he now fumbled with his fingers.
"The well," He finally spoke within a couple of minutes, gesturing to it, "It reminded me a lot of home, since there was a water well not too far away from the home I lived in prior. I wondered why a well that looked similiar was here, which was another reason I followed the rat." He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flickering to the well and to the man before him.
"Um, before I met the rat, sir-- I awoke a bit of a distance away from here and explored before finding the rat..." He sniffed then.
All the while, his guest is watched, every seemingly uncomfortable crease in his brow and thinning of his lips noted with interest.
Solemnity isn’t something this one can easily mask, as clearly as it’s written upon his face; even before the two had interacted, the air of woe about him was no secret. On account of that initial mistake of identity, the reason behind this apparent melancholy was once thought to be known (the von Ludowings’ tragedy of course remains quite detailed in his memory), but now, curiosity assumes the place of perceived knowledge. This is none of his professional concern, arguably, for the other is - fundamentally - nothing more than a lost stranger, merely one of many: yet there’s potential here.
The striking resemblance to a familiar face in itself had warranted the gentleman’s attention, and all the more so when he also considers the suspicion that this one lingers beyond death. Mention of a foul step-mother harks back to tales he’d tended to in the past, and now the recurring claim that a rodent whispers nonsense to him…
It wouldn’t do any harm to figuratively prod at him a bit, whatever the case.
He’d sincerely been hoping the young boy would have taken the initiative to share with him what the rat had allegedly said without needing to be explicitly prompted, though. Be it due to a simple lack of such initiative or due to a sort of reluctance he’s offered nothing of his own accord ─ somewhat disappointing, yes, but nothing a direct line of questioning can’t amend.
"Still, the question remains: what had it said then, and what does it say now?" The host blinks, adjusting his hold of the creature so as to allow it to nibble gently at a finger before continuing, "…I myself hear only squeaks, nothing more. Of course, perhaps you truly are lying to me, or perhaps these ‘words’ are but the product of your own imagination, unbeknownst to you. Yet it’s a peculiar tall tale to tell, likely not worth any punishment one would risk receiving if revealed as a liar, and even if it comes to light that you are in fact somehow deranged as to think a rat had talked to you…
"Well, it would be interesting to hear what seems to trouble you here, don’t you think?"
Oh? So the stranger couldn't hear the rat's remarks. He couldn't quite understand why the other couldn't actually. Nor could he figure out why a rat of all things was talking to him.
Dreams were quite unusual.
Clearing his throat, the child soon spoke to the other carefully, with a pursed lip and furrowed brow. He himself was trying to figure out what the other had said as well.
"The rat said earlier, The beginning and end shall end at the well. The fire that once consumed them will douse, when what has been lost has been found." he eyed the rat carefully, who continued to nibble at the man's fingers still. "He uttered a few seconds ago... something about ... singing." Of course he could have dismissed this as nonsense, yet dreams often carried something meaning to them...but it was hard to see.
"Do you perhaps have an idea...of what the rat meant, sir?"
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That’s a good question. He couldn’t remember waking up or dressing or going into town to eat—all he could grasp was wandering around the forest he considered his home, with Friedrich taking his rightful place in Wolfram’s arms.
"To be honest? I’m not quire sure. Actually, I thought I had been asleep unless I somehow walked in my slee—"
A sudden wave of nausea hit him full force and he could feel that laughter shake his bones.
No! Not here! It took all his strength to keep that thing at bay. Wolfram was exhausted and it showed in his features enough for Friedrich to shoot him a questioning look.
"P-Pardon me. And pardon my lack of manners—they call me Wolfram von Friedhof. This is my companion, Friedrich. Might I ask for your own name, if it’s alright?"
There seemed like something was wrong with the other, he caught a glint of gold gleaming from the other boy's eyes which made him alarmed. There was subtle change of his expression, yet it reverted back to his previous expression afterward. He took a step forward to the other boy now, with expression showing concern.
""Herr--? Are...are you alright, you seem unwell...and tired." Rick said, a frown marring his features then. He then cleared his throat, with lip pursed, " It's quite alright, don't sweat it." He waved off the others apology with his hand, quickly getting to introductions. "My name is Rick, a pleasure Herr Wolfram and...Herr Friedrich."
It was obvious for his show of concern for Wolfram. The other must have gotten lost; perhaps he could find Teacher for the other boy to stay the night? It seemed like the right thing to do, now thinking about it. "...Um, Herr Wolfram, would you perchance like to stay the night? It is getting dark after all. " He soon quickly added, "....I can get a guest bedroom prepared."
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“Entschuldigung, he tends to do that…” Wolfram slowly approached the boy, covering Friedrich’s mouth for good measure. Friedrich, on the other hand, was slightly insulted by the gesture. “I hope you will pardon him for his crude behavior.”
"Kein Problem, Herr. He sounds like someone similiar that I happen to know." The child shook his head at the apology, with a sheepish smile to show to the dark haired boy. He fiddled with his fingers now, which were now in front of him. Red eyes studied the other, lingering from his odd skull friend, to the locks of dark hair and oddly colored violet eyes, or perhaps..it was amethyst? It was hard to tell.
He soon switched his amount of weight on his footing to one to the other. "Um, may I inquire what might have led you here? We hardly have any visitors, to be honest with the aside of my Teacher's good friend." Especially at this hour as well, everyone was getting ready for bed too.
"Ayyy, look who it is!" the Cat shouted in response, throwing his arms wide. "Little Ouji Alice! What the hell don’t I want?” He spun around in a circle with his arms outstretched, gesturing at everything.
"But right here, right now? Aw, c’mon, kid, what else could I want but you?"
A sneer left the child's lips, with lips curved into a frown. The commentary made by the cat made him feel repulsive. The Cheshire Cat was always the tricky fellow - it was hard to tell what he was thinking mostly.
"Uh huh, is that so?" His eyebrow quirked upward, "Why do you want me of all people?"
Somewhat peculiar is that no sooner does a strained sigh pass the other’s lips than the acting host allows himself a moment of faint amusement ─ of all things.
Sympathy would have been more appropriate, he doesn’t fail to take to mind, and it might have well been offered were he able to; instead, the way things are, and never mind what they couldhave been, his reaction in something quite the contrary. He isn’t indiscriminately sadistic as to take an inherent pleasure in this stranger’s misery, yet he truthfully cannot help but find interest in another quaint coincidence: more so than in the emotional value of this tale, in any case. It needn’t be said that the gentleman previously had no way of identifying the origin of the child’s seemingly natural melancholic airs to be (at least in part) the foul work of yet another step-mother character, but even so does realisation of this much now adequately diverts his interest away from the supposed lying as to have him drop the topic.
Alas, no apology is extended for the unearthing of undoubtedly unpleasant memories. At the most, the acting host has the decency to already discard the mask of condescension ─ nothing more, sadly. Outside of another brief while of blank staring (that marginal, pitying smile having faded), no response is soon provided, in fact, even in light of Rick’s aside; this apparent, certainly unseemly disregard for his guest is only sustained as he turns towards the well once more, for a second time slightly leaning over the edge. Here, however, he appears to reach into the inky darkness inside, and his cupped hands shortly emerge to reveal the retrieval of that talkative rat: so it’s hoped, anyway. As per usual where his brand of smoke and mirrors is concerned, he himself doesn’t blink at scooping up a rat - let alone seemingly from thin air - as one perhaps would a small bird.
That he then turns back towards the other again without giving a chance for him to make sense of the scene before him implies the expectation to be equally nonchalant. Similarly eccentric and ambiguous to the Cat’s actions and words though his might be, but at least he pays the boy little attention rather than malicious, excessive attention.
"…Actually, reality itself can oft-times be rather odd, so I wouldn’t limit such an observation to dreams alone." The rodent in hand is stroked gently, almost endearingly (if a touch unnervingly so) with his right thumb before his gaze lifts to meet his company’s, "—This one was your ‘guide’ of sorts, yes?"
Everything seemed to feel quite surreal to him. But he knew that he 'laid down' prior to 'awakening' within this environment. It was puzzling to the boy, and tried to think about how he ended up here. No matter, he'd figure it out within time then, as he explored perhaps.
There was a look of annoyance within the rat's eye, but Rick could easily see that the other may seemed content with the man's grasp. Words left it's lips as it did prior, it may have seemed alike squeaks to the individual who stood in front of him. Again came the strange words, but they were understandable. They were words that he remembered quite clearly, that he often felt back then.
"That is correct," a nod came afterward, " And..yes, I am sure that it is the same rat I met prior. He keeps saying something rather odd still, but it is a tiny bit different of what he said to me before we met.."
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[This is especially relevant to me right now, I’ve literally lost ALL my replies, as they were stored on my (now broken and up for repairs) computer. So please, if I need to reply to something, the only way I’ll be able to reply to you is if you link it to me! Please never feel ashamed about linking me to my lost replies, in fact, I want you to link them to me. Please!!]
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Name: Mar Personal account: xxx Age: 16 Birthday: 1/27 Nickname(s): Mar, Marzapan + others Reason for nickname(s): er the two stated above are like?? kinda related in a way hahah because they both allude to maerz von ludowing/maerchen von friedhof
Roleplay character(s): März von Ludowing / Märchen von Friedhof, Aoheigko (Previous Wife), Diana Livermore, Bluebeard, Idoko (The Stepdaughter), El, Therese von Ludowing (Sound Horizon), Amaterasu (Okami), Allen Avadonia, Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche (Evilious Chronicles), Kay Faraday (Ace Attorney) Asutsuo Johann Faust (The Necromancer) Emilia Theresia (THERESIA), Link (Legend of Zelda; primarily OOT/MM verse); Mary Kozakura, Ayano Tateyama, Kano Shuuya, Kuroha ha ha ha (Kagerou Project; a lot of OCs too.
Roleplaying History: I've been roleplaying for at least 4 years now, it'll be 5 come this...mm..november next year! I was a horrendous writer tbh. I lacked grammar and everything (mind I still lack a lot of that now, wow). You'll laugh of how bad I was back then omfg.
Typing style: I write usually paragraphs? I dunno, I've been trying to cut down but It's hard because I wanna incorporate everything my characters(s) are thinking and feeling, along with their movements and body posture too. Hahha..I do one liners too occasionally, but not often. Advice to RP with me: Wheezes just send me a message or make a starter by tagging #onlyrealtoyou or come to my personal maybe if you wanna discuss rps and aus and threads >v<
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