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Character(s): Demyx, anyone else.
Content: Demyx arrives!
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Week 28, afternoon
Warnings: Nothing I can think of?

Demyx sighed, stretching his arms up as he headed through the gate. Man, why did he get dragged into this mission? Or... maybe this was just new headquarters. The old one was getting kind of getting kind of quiet. Which had been ok by him, he could rock out in the white room without anyone getting mad at him!

Still, he'd been summoned. So he had to go. Even if it sucked. Demyx, being himself, had arrived a little behind schedule, but when he did he looked like most of the other people coming in. Not only in uniform, as he'd ditched his Organization robes for the occasion, but also looking completely lost.

Was this really a castle?

"Name?" the person at the gate asked boredly.

"Huh?" Demyx blinked. "Oh! Uh. You mean me?"

The guard just looked at him, shoving something into his hands. "Just go."

"Oh. Ok! Thanks!" Demyx took the journal, looking at it as he walked into the 'city.'

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The Mad Hatter was wondering in Paixao again, or was this Paixao? He wasn’t quite sure, maybe it really was Wonderland, and it was all an illusion. Or perhaps everything was an illusion and he’s just dreaming, but still hasn’t woken up yet. WHY? WHY CAN’T HE WAKE UP? The Mad Hatter really was walking around in a stupor of his own thoughts. Still trying to figure out whether he should cut it out with these weird thoughts he’s been having recently. Like is any of this is for real or not?

Spotting the boy that appears to look like he has a bird’s wing on his head, the Hatter made a large gasp, and pointed over to him immediately, “YOOOOOOOOOOUU!! THERE’S A BIRD ON YOUR HEAD!! YOU MUST REMOVE IT IMMEDIATELY!!” The Mad Hatter shouted, this was quite a serious matter after all. That bird could have a disease of some kind!

"What?" Demyx turned to see the guy pointing at him. He flailed for a moment before ignoring his journal and reaching up to pat at his head. "Where? Huh? Did it move? Is it still there?"

He hadn't felt a bird on his head, but... maybe it was a sneaky bird. And he couldn't feel it. He didn't want a bird on him!

“It’s still there! It’s still-HOLD STILL I’LL GET IT!!” The Hatter exclaimed as he rolled up a flyer from his pocket and started to bat Demyx’s head with it. “Off! Off I say! Nasty thing won’t come off your head-GET OFF!! This boy still has his head you know and it doesn’t need you to-” After a couple of minutes of batting away at Demyx’s head, the Mad Hatter soon realized that it was his hair and not a bird. What magic was this?!

Pausing and the Hatter made another gasp, “The bird! IT HAS TRANSFORMED INTO THE FORM OF YOUR HAIR!” He clutched his hands against his cheeks in pure horror, “Oh no! Now we can never remove it!”

"Ow! Ow!" Ok, so it was just a flyer, but getting hit with stuff hurt! When the Hatter finally backed up, he put his hand on his head, rubbing it while still whining quietly. "Well, uh... I think that's just my hair. It's always looked like that! So... no bird. Just hair. I think."

When he thought about it, he couldn't be sure it wasn't a bird, though...

“Ah…” The Hatter quirked an eyebrow at the boy in question. Why would one want to have their hair look like a bird? That’s just silly. The Mad Hatter folded his arms, as he tilted his head to get a better look at the lad. His sense of fashions seems to be very different from anyone else he’s seen, if he thinks he can go around with bird hair all day. However! The Mad Hatter will not judge him on such grounds. After all you can’t judge a cover by its book. Or was it the other way around… Oh who cares, it’s just bird hair.

“Well, it’s a good thing it’s not a bird,” The Hatter gestured, “But just to be safe, you should go to the doctor soon, birds have all kinds of diseases you know. You might catch the big bad blue bird flu, oooo, and that one can be nasty.” He just shivered at the very thought of catching the flu, perhaps he should give this boy a tissue box and stand approximately 10 feet away from him. Just in case.

"Big blae bud bird flu?" He was sure he'd gotten that wrong, but it was hard to tell since all the words sort of sounded the same. Anyway, it didn't sound good. "You think so?" Demyx wasn't entirely sure Nobodies could get sick... but he also didn't want to catch... whatever it was.

'Course, going to a doctor with no heart was probably not a good idea. Maybe he could go to Vexen. ...No, nevermind. Catching the flu would probably be better than going to ask Vexen something.

Duma still wasn't sure why he couldn't get on the train to go anywhere. How could his attire be innapropriate, he wasn't attired at all! He wanted to see if the earth was different from outside each gate, so he had started to fly toward Niflheim.

Soon he heard a group of people talking about a bird, and while he wasn't exactly sure it was him who was being refferred to, he seemed to be called a bird more often than an angel these days.

Landing behind the Hatter, he almost smiled as the pair of people jumped around, the Hatter with his hands in some poor young man's hair.

“You mean Blue Big Bird Bad Flu,” The Mad Hatter correcting him, even though he also got it wrong himself. He strolled over to next to the boy lifting his hand, “Certainly! Now let’s see…”

Placing a hand over Demyx’s forehead, the Hatter took out his pocket watch to count the time in the days of the month, to see if the world was still turning. It appeared so, but it might be still two days slow. The Hatter removed his hand and spoke to Demyx, “Well, you’re not hot, so you mustn’t have it yet, but just to be sure, you should take some lemon grass tea and have lots of vitamins with your breakfast. If symptoms become worse, you may call me in morning.”

Turning around there was a naked angel that appeared to be standing behind the Hatter. Screaming like a girl, he jumped in the air and landed in Demyx’s arms. Clinging to him, this was purely out of instinct, because he used to do this to the March Hare whenever he was scared. “GIANT BIRD MAAAAN!!” he exclaimed as he refused to remove himself off of Demyx.

Demyx nodded. "Um. Ok. Are you--"

He was cut off by his arms suddenly being occupied in keeping the Hatter up, which meant he stumbled backwards for a moment before he tried to catch his balance. It didn't take long to notice what he was talking about- Duma did kind of stand out. Calling him a 'giant bird man' might be taking it a little too far, though.

Demyx attempted to wave, only his hands were kind of tied up so he ended up just saying 'hi.' Apparently he didn't have as much of a problem with Duma as the Hatter did.

Duma looked so surprised when the Hatter yelled that he asctually looked around to see the "giant bird man" and whether it was lurking behind him. Realising quite quickly that it was him that was being referred to, he sighed and shook his head. It was kind of strange, being that he was neither bird, nor man.

The young man who's hair was being molested earlier looked as surprised as Duma felt when hatter leapt into his arms. In response to the "Hi", Duma waved, trying to appear as open and friendly as possible.

He approached the pair, trying to pat the Hatter in the shoulder to show that he really was no threat.

[ooc: sorry, I've had week of crazy!]

Hatter refused to jump outta the lad’s arms. After all he was frightened! As the giant birdman reached out, he made out a somewhat squeak, turning away and wincing, as if he was about to struck. Luckily for Hatter, he was not harmed. In fact the pat was rather comforting, seems the giant birdman isn’t so bad after all.

Since this birdman wasn’t going to bring the world destruction like Hatter started visual before, he carefully climbed back down to the solid ground. Standing before the two, trying to consider what he must think of this situation. Looking from the birdman to the boy, then to the boy back to the birdman, he went on with this for a couple of minutes before making a verdict.

“Ah! I see, this makes sense,” The Hatter exclaimed patting his own cheek, “Humans will one day evolve into bird-like-creature once they get over the flu disease!” He pointed at the birdman in pride, “And what a discovery this is! He doesn’t have to worry about catching any flu whatsoever, aren’t you lucky!”

[OOC: S'ok, I was busy too. |D]

"Um... yay?" Somehow, Demyx didn't think that he was actually right with that, but whatever. He also figured that it was probably better to just not argue with the guy. After all, he was starting to suspect that this guy was just nuts.

Still, looking between the two people, it was clear that they didn't really belong here. Well, at least in comparison to the 'natives' and all, so they were people the Gate had dragged through. And... apparently, it liked variety? Or something? Because seriously, why the heck were these two people in the same place.

"Sooo..." Demyx said weakly, still not sure where to go with this. Introductions, maybe?

Duma wondered if he should write his name on his forhead to avoid the usual struggle of intoroduction. Or at least wear something that could contain a pen. He had left his journal safely at the hospital, which meant he was without any way of actually comunicating with anyone. He decided to leave the strange hat-man alone, because if he was convinced that Duma was a bird, there wasn't much he could do to dissuade him.

The young man wore gloves. That made tracing harder, but if he watched intently enough, Duma was sure he could get his name across. He sent up a silent thanks to Yahweh than his name was only four letters.

Taking the youth's hand he traced the letters of his name firmly along the palm. He the looked to make sure he was understood, and gestured to the hat-man. Introductions could be a one man show, and Duma was not that man.

Success! Of course they had to believe the Hatter, he was always right about these things after all. The Hatter looked at the both of them, he figured an introduction was in order. “Oh yes, I’m the Mad Hatter, I came from Wonderland before I arrived here,” the Hatter explained, “Honestly I’m still not adjusted to this ‘pie-show’ place or whatever yet, but at least they have tea here!”

The Hatter nodded to himself as he gestured to the both of them, “And what are your names?” He noticed the birdman was writing something in the boy’s hand. The Hatter got on his tiptoes to try and decipher what he was doing. “What’s that you’re doing there? Are those letters-perhaps to your name?” Hatter spoke with great curiosity, tilting his head to Demyx, “What did he write?”

Demyx was, naturally, a bit puzzled by Duma 'writing' on his hand. So until the Hatter pointed out that they might be letters, he was really lost. "Uh..." Ok, he was still pretty lost after wards, but at least he had an idea of what he was supposed to be going for.

"Du...wa? Ma? One of those?" Demyx guessed, "And, uh. My name's. David." Which, ok, was a lie. But they didn't need to know that. And it's not like they'd be able to tell.

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