For argument's sake, Jackie has met Griffin before but NOT Cyan. I've decided to go ahead and write one because I think they make a cute couple. What would you think of a Jackie X Griffin? Let me know in the reviews or a PM.
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I grunt as I harshly yank on the donkey's reigns, struggling to make it move forward. I honestly can't believe that Gowland gives this kind of heavy duty alcohol to Griffin on a regular basis. I nearly threw up smelling the concentrated stuff. Yeah, I offered to help since the other guy that normally does it got sick, but not all on my own! The donkey stays where it is, taking giant chomps of grass from the side of the road. The gate is right. There. Just walk through the gate at least!
"Oh come on you stubborn animal!" I growl under my breath, unable to make it budge even an inch. I perk up as I hear a strong thwack hit the donkey's side. With a sharp Yee-AH the donkey dashes ahead, nearly running me over in the process.
"ACK! Hey, no wait not without me!" I shout, dashing after the way too fast donkey. "Oh come on you stupid animal that's not fair!" He's carrying a couple hundred pounds and can still run that fast? Impossible! I gasp as I spy a group of Gladiators marching, glancing over in my direction.
"H-Hey! Stop that donkey! AND DON'T KILL IT I STILL NEED IT!" I shout for good measure. They remain still an unmoving, probably thinking 'well it's not my job'. I grit my teeth as they remain in the same uncaring position.
"That's GRIFFIN'S alcohol!" I shout, spying them immediately form a semi circle, some of them holding up nets. The donkey shouts in surprise and dances back, nervously jittering on its hooves as it looks for a way out. I heavily breathe as I spy one of the men jump forward, hugging the donkey's face to blind it. I breathe out a sigh of relief as I trot up to them, smiling at the one who is keeping a firm grasp on the donkey's head until I can grab the reigns.
"Thank you so much!" I say. I have no idea how Griffin would react if he found that his alcohol supply was suddenly shortened for the next fifty time changes.
"It's not a problem, Lady Jackie," the Gladiator says as he grabs the other side of the harness, "I'm glad you mentioned these are Griffin's. Just imagine if the barrels had broken!" He hardily laughs, clearly secretly terrified of the consequences. I smile in return. Yeah, well, no matter the reason at least the donkey is still alright. But why did it freak out like that? I could have sworn I heard something hit it. I glance back at its hind leg spying a small whip mark roughing up its fur. There's no way a branch hit him. There were no trees close enough to do that. So what hit him to get him going?
"Yeah. Well, see ya." I smile, hoping they'll let me go so they can just deliver it.
"Hold on now, Lady Jackie. I'm sure Griffin would be delighted to see you. Why not attend the fights for a little while? It will be our turn not too long from now." He eagerly says with a broad grin. How can these people be so eager to die? I glance back at the road, judging my chances of really escaping before sighing.
"Yeah, why not." I reluctantly agree as they Gladiators form a somewhat circle around the barrels to ensure no other mishaps happen. Either that or to keep me from slipping away.
"How has your stay been in Clover Country?" He asks, deciding to make small talk as we approach the coliseum.
"Clover Country?"
"Yes. You've experienced the move, haven't you?" He asks, also seeming puzzled.
"I thought it was still Heart Country." I say, going along with the conversation without really listening.
"No, Lady Jackie. The lands have moved." He says, carefully studying my reaction.
"Hm ... ," I hum along not paying too close attention. I just want to get out of here and head back so I can tweak the rollercoaster boards. I wanted to replace a wire or two since they were starting to get slightly frayed. They would last another month but I would rather change it now while I'm remembering it.
"Oh, there it is! Quickly, he does not like to be kept waiting!" A woman says as she and a few others quickly rush out with a few pitchers. The Gladiators respectfully part and take off the lid, letting them dip the containers in for some. The main woman looks up with frizzy hair, spying me in an instant.
"Oh, excellent! If you were to deliver these he won't kill you." She eagerly says as she puts a pitcher in my skittish hands.
"H-Hey, wait I really can't stay." I try to choke out before the flustered woman grabs my hand, dragging me into the desolate halls of the coliseum. An eruption of cheers sound from outside as she takes me directly to a large flight of stairs with two Gladiators standing guard.
"Quickly, now he doens't like to be kept waiting."
"SERVANT GIRL! Where is drink?!" Griffin's annoyed bellow booms down the stairs. The woman trembles before pushing me towards the stairs, nervously gesturing for me to go up.
"Ugh FINE." I say, starting my way up. "Don't get your tail in a bunch, I'm coming!" I roar back up the stairs.
"Who dares to say?!" His booming voice growls back down.
"Jackie, that's who you nitwit!" I growl, watching as even the guards turn my way, giving me a look as though to question my sanity. I've found with Griffin you need to talk like he does, or else he's going to push you around. I remember staying a whole terrible week because I wasn't 'loud' enough for him to hear me.
"Oh? Little gurl is here? Come, come little gurl!" His voice immediately turns to a pleasant purr and beckons me closer as I spy his head poke over the railing and down the rounding staircase, ears twitching excitedly as I approach. "Why little gurl here?"
"The other guy who delivers Gowland's alcohol to you got sick." I explain as I make the last step, eying his excited eyes.
"Perfect! Strong wine, bloody fights, and beautiful woman. Today, is good day!" He grins, wrapping an arm around my back as he pulls me to the long throne seat which is more like a throne couch. I remember once him telling me he likes to be lulled to sleep by the screams of other people suffering. Now that's just messed up. I heavily sigh as he grabs the alcohol from my hands, immediately chugging it down with fever. Now that's just gross drinking such a powerful drink like that. I'm positive this stuff is more for shots than anything.
"So why little gurl come today? Did little gurl come to work at Coliseum?" Griffin hardily asks, bursting out into laughter as a gladiator and knocked off his feet and sent sailing through the air. "Ha! That will hurt in morning, yes?!"
"No, I didn't. I'm staying at the Amusement Park."
"Ha! Look at little swine run like-," he stops in mid sentence as my words register in his head, "little gurl, it is Country of Clover."
"I don't really care." I huff.
"Park of Amusement has moved with Country of Heart and it is now Country of Clover." He explains, puzzled before wickedly grinning.
"Little gurl has no place to stay. Alright!" He shouts, clapping his hands together, "little gurl, you work for me now." He hums, clearly pleased with his one sides decision.
"I'm not, Griffin."
"Then where will little gurl live? Park of Amusement is no longer here." He toothily grins as a predatory glint flashes in his eye. I carefully study his face. He's dead serious right now.
"What are you talking about?" I snap in annoyance, trying not to pay attention to the screams down in the arena. I would go crazy staying here.
"The move, little gurl. Go. See for self. But, little gurl," he continues, tightly squeezing my hand before letting do, "once decided, you think you have choice to go?" My eyes wide as my fist collides with his cheek, quickly retreating as he grins.
"Yes! I like little gurl with bite! Return soon, little gurl, else you forced!" Griffin's bellowing laugher cries out, filling the arena as I make a mad dash out like a bat out of hell.
He's crazy! I would rather be dipped in boiling water than stay here!
GRIFFIN'S POV
Ears flicker as I hear little gurl heart pitter patter hard. So cute! Little gurl think little gurl can flee. I snap fingers, summoning Mock Turtle hiding in shadow to come forth.
"Bring little gurl back. By force if needed." I cry in a burly voice, waiting for little scribble scribble on paper. I glance back, seeing Mock Turtle gone. I stare at space, puzzled, before grin of evil spreads across face.
What is wrong, Mock Turtle? You have no objection forcing little gurl to stay here? You never properly met and you influenced already, Mock Turtle?
Cheek twitches into wide grin as I lean forward, watching the massacre unfold in arena. Mock Turtle ... you often crueler than I without meaning to. That is why I like Mock Turtle most of all Holders of Role.
Mock Turtle gets what Mock Turtle wants.
JACKIE'S POV
"OH COME ON!" I shout in exasperation, dropping to my knees as I spy nothing but forest where the Amusement Park once was. You've got to be kidding me! I leave for not even a single time change and everything has moved. My head smacks into my hands as I try to make sense of the horror before me.
All my clothes.
Most of my tools with the exception of what I'm wearing on my belt.
My violin.
And most importantly.
"My money~~~~~~~!" I wail, completely crushed by the fact I'm flat broke yet again after coming here to Wonderland. I can't believe it. All my hard work was for nothing. I've saved up over $5,000 and now I don't even have two pennies to rub together. But where did everyone go? Did they just up and vanish? Are they safe, at least? Ugh this sucks!
"Miss Jackie?" An unfamiliar voice calls out. I glance over my shoulder spying a tall man in a long coat with topaz eyes and a lizard tattoo on his neck.
"What?" I grumpily growl, too depressed to act nice. Go away stranger I'm in a terrible mood! I just lost it all ... ma money ...
"Please come with me."
"Why should I?" I sourly snap back, glaring suspiciously at me. This guy kind of looks like the type to avoid when you're out, very lost and very confused. Like me right now. His eyes slightly widen at my rudeness before he coughs.
"Master Nightmare would like to see you."
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"So, that's the deal!" Nightmare happily sings as he shrugs with a smile, "you are more than welcome to stay the night here while you sort things out." I angrily tap my finger against the desk struggling not to leap over the small block of wood restraining me from strangling the life out of him. He's the one that sent me to Wonderland. His face pales as he quickly waves his hands.
"N-No! I didn't cause the move I swear!" He shouts, making a cross with his fingers as he nervously eyes me.
"But you still sent me here ... I'm gonna strangle you!" I shout, feeling my sanity snap at that very moment. Nightmare lets out a terrified cry as I leap across the desk and tackle him to the ground. I'm going to make him suffer like he did to me!
"Do you have any idea what I've been through because of you?!" I shout, pinning him on his stomach as I think of the best way to murder him. Shot in the head? Too kind. Thrown out the window? Maybe. Without warning Nightmare stops struggling, stiffening with fear as his face turns completely pale. I bet he realizes struggling is futile. He shakily looks over to a darkened corner of the room, his lower lip trembling.
"M-M-M-Mock Turtle! How ni-nice to see you again!" He squeals, looking like he's on the verge of peeing himself he's so scared.
"Mock Turtle?" I ask, looking up to the shadows. Creeping out of the dark corner slides out a figure with a black and green rounded mask. The mouth and nose slightly protrude into what looks like a slight beak with tiny slits in the mask for eyes. Two devil horns poke out the top of his head as two long, cow like ears droop to either side of his head. My eyes fall over a thin, flickering tail as he coldly studies us.
"It's a cow?" I say without thinking. His ear twitches as Nightmare claps a hand over my mouth.
"Shhhht! This is no Role Holder to mess with!" He warns in a hushed, panicked voice, "many Role Holders thought his role died out because he is so silent at all times and never shows his face. Many Role Holders have never even seen him."
"Then why have you?"
"I can still r-read his mind so I know when he's near. H-However, this is also my first time seeing him in the flesh." Nightmare shakily explains as he studies him. "W-Why are you here, Mock Turtle?" The Role Holder's tail flicks to either side as he reaches into his black shirt, pulling out a small note pad. Huh? I watch as he writes something down and walks towards us. Nightmare stiffens beneath me as he crouches down, showing off his excellent penmanship.
Griffin has sent me for Jackie. The moment the words register I heavily groan and lean back.
"He's relentless!" I whine, angrily rubbing my eyes in disbelief. I can't believe he sent someone to come get me. I glare over the thin Role Holder, spying his bright blue eyes from beneath the mask. My eye twitches in annoyance as I lean forward and flick the forehead of his mask, much to Nightmare's horror. "No. Go tell Griffin he can jump off a cliff for all I care." He carefully studies me before writing something else.
Please? My uncaring face flickers from the card to his eyes shining behind the slits in the mask.
"No." I say again. He's going to have to drag my fat butt there himself if he wants me to go along with this. Mock Turtle taps his pencil against the paper before writing something else.
Pretty please? Oh now I just feel bad for him. Why in the world would Griffin send this soft spoken - well, writing - man to get me?
"No." I repeat, daring him to try again. He hesitates before scribbling something else down.
Very pretty please? This guy is just too polite despite his sketchy approach. I roll my eyes, annoyed before getting off of Nightmare.
"Fine. But not for Griffin's sake." Mock Turtle's tail flickers back and forth slightly as he smoothly places a hand over my hip and guides me towards the window. What, can he fly too? But he has no wings. Nightmare watches with a wide eye as the man flicks the door open, leaping up onto the ledge before nimbly hopping off with me in hand. My eyes widen as a silent scream closes my throat, dropping like a rock through the air. Is he suicidal?!
The man smoothly cradles me in his arms as he lands silently on a nearby roof of Clover Tower, spinning around as he dips dives through the air and uses the sides for balance. H-How in the world is he doing that? I gap at his dexterity as he shuffles me into one arm and grips a metal pole as he swings around, lowering himself to the ground before setting my numb feet on solid cobblestone.
"W-Why didn't you just use the door like a normal person?!" I demand, flustered as I clutch my heavily beating heart. That was terrifying! I thought I was about to plummet to my death. I perk up as I hear graphite tapping against paper, spying the small notepad in front of my face.
My apologies. I don't like facing people. He poorly explains, making a slight bow. What, he gets shy around strangers so he leaps out of a window just to avoid someone? He's psycho!
"W-Why not?!" I've never met someone so shy of people before.
I am a being which rarely should be seen. He writes, showing it to me before tucking it away. His warm fingers gently clasp my hand as he encourages me to walk with him down a thin path of bushes. This must be a deer trail.
"W-Well why not?" Why isn't he allowed to be seen? He continues to walk as he gets out his notepad, surveying the area as he writes.
I am Mock Turtle. A Role Holder which is never to be seen unless circumstances allow it.
"But why?"
It's part of being the Mock Turtle. He explains.
"Then ... am I not supposed to be seeing you either?" His ear flickers as the tips of either ear becomes darker with a faint flush. Or were they always that dark?
You are a foreigner so the rule does not apply.
"So that's why you cover your face. Because other Role Holder's aren't supposed to see it?" I summarize, studying the turtle shaped mask. Such a strange choice for a mask though.
Correct. He answers, still not looking at either me or the notepad as he looks around. His right ear twitches as he continues forward. I stare at his tail barely sweeping the ground, watching as it waves back and forth.
"Do you have black hair?" I randomly ask, studying his sleek black tail. He pauses and looks back, hesitating before answering.
I do. Why?
"Just curious. And what is your name?"
Mock Turtle.
"But isn't that your role?"
Yes.
"How can you not have a name?" That's awful! So his parents didn't name him or anything?
Why place a name to myself when there is no one to refer to me as that? He simply writes. Well that's just downright depressing. Not giving someone a name is just so ... inhuman. As if they aren't even worth the time of being given a name.
"Could I name you?" I ask, watching as his head flickers back to me with puzzled blue eyes. He glances away as the tips of his ears grow a shade darker.
If it pleases you then I do not mind. He writes, putting his notepad away before turning back down the path. I guess he doesn't want to talk anymore.
"Good." I nod. Now what to call him though? I've always sucked at names so I have to make this one good. I look up at the large gate, trotting after Cyan through the desolate streets. Why is there no one up? But then again I guess it is Night so why would they?
What can be his name? His eyes are beautiful so I kind of want to name him after that. I won't name him blue. There's already enough Role Holders with colors as names, like Gray, Black and White. I want it to be something that can also be a name and not seem too clique. Ziffre? No, that sounds terrible. Ultramarine? Definitely not.
"There you are, little gurl!" Griffin's burly voice calls out with a grin. I ignore him as his wings heavily pound the air before he lands, neatly folding up his wings. "Very good, Mock Turtle, making sure little gurl no bleed."
"I got it!" I say with a wide grin, turning to look at Cyan's puzzles eyes. "Cyan. Your name is Cyan, alright?" I say, excited with myself for coming up with such a good name. His eyes from within the mask grow wide as his ears immediately turn the darkest shade I've ever seen them.
"You name Mock Turtle, little gurl? Why?" Griffin asks, puzzled. I turn around tempted to smack him for not giving Cyan a name himself.
"I don't want to refer to him as his role. I think that's rude." I huff, staring at his wickedly flashing grin.
"Why? You refer to me as role." He purrs. Griffin works for a name but Mock Turtle? Not really.
"You I don't care about." I snap back, turning back to Cyan. "Where did Cyan go?"
"Ha!" Griffin lets out a strong belly laugh as he nearly hunches over, unable to tame his laughter. "Ha! Mock Turtle, you are embarrassed!"
"O-Oh. Does he not like the name?" I say aloud, more so to myself. Dang it and I really thought that was a good one too.
"No, no. Mock Turtle likes name too much." Griffin chuckles.
"Hm ... ," I say, taking another look around the room. Seriously, where did that little bugger run off to? I turn around for a second and he's gone. Griffin's ears twitch as he glances past me before understanding lights up his flashing eyes.
"Oh~ Mock Turtle tickles fancy, does he?" Griffin dirtily grins as his arm wraps around my shoulders, pressing his forehead to my temple. "That is good, little gurl, since Mock Turtle hate when prey escape." He purrs as his wing curls around my other side, brushing his soft feathers over my arm.
"Would little gurl like me to tickle fancy?" He seductively growls, breathing hot air over my cheek. My hand whips around and clocks him in the head. I duck under his arm and dance away, wanting to give him a concussion with my wrench. Ugh ... I just want to beat him, I swear he is so annoying!
"Bah. Fine, have your way, little gurl. I prefer harem." He miffs with a grin as his ears flicker back. He glances over his shoulder as I spy a giggling faceless woman lurking by the hallway.
"Aren't you coming back?" She hums, beckoning him to return with her finger. His tail twitches excitedly as he immediately trots off towards her.
"Mock Turtle, take gurl to room." He calls out before disappearing around the bend. I twitch as I hear a sharp, delighted cry as his chuckling laughter before I turn around. I didn't hear anything. My eyes lock onto Cyan's mask, spying him staring after the space Griffin disappeared to as his ears grow darker still. His eyes remain locked there as his ear twitches, almost intently listening to what's going on.
"Cyan?" I ask, gently touching his arm. He visibly stiffens before glancing over to me, twitching his tail. Did he forget I was here or something?
Cyan's eyes drift over my hand before gently grasping it. Warmth smothers my hand as I carefully study how his hand is so much larger than mine. It's really amazing the difference between a guy and a girl. It almost humbles me at times seeing how much larger a guy normally is compared to me. I peek up at his eyes through the mask spying them lost in thought before he turns away and leads me through the large halls. His fingers remain firm around my hand as he gently guides me to my room.
Why is he so stiff?
He stops in front of a high rising arch, pulling aside the violet curtains to reveal a large room. Wow. I hesitantly walk into the room amazed at all the architecture just in the walls and roof alone. My gosh it looks like this is a room fit for a king!
"Thank you, Cyan-Cyan?" I call, looking around the room for him. Jeez that guy is a freaking ninja! How can anyone disappear and reappear like that? I wobble over to the bed and lazily sprawl myself across the top, not even bothering to change my clothes. I can't believe I'm staying here at the Coliseum.
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I'm gonna die~!
CYAN'S POV
That's an interesting way to sleep.
I tilt my head as my ear flickers, reassuring myself that she is sound asleep before soundlessly approaching her. The pencil taps against the paper deftly sketching the bed and her sprawled over the top. This is something I rarely get to see, this sort of position. After I fully sketch at the present angle I deftly walk to the edge of her bed and begin sketching.
She has a very nice form. Deep set curves, a plump end and a very blessed top. There aren't many woman here at the Coliseum that fit that nature since Griffin prefers slimmer women. My tail flicks to the side as I glance up, watching as she slightly shifts in her sleep. A delicate sigh falls past her lips making my cheek light up with a very pronounced flush.
Upon Griffin's orders I've been watching over her. At first I didn't find the attraction he found in her but I quickly learned why she was so stimulating. She has a heart, a one of a kind sort of woman that Griffin would more than happily claim. He has the most rare creatures of any Role Holder and he is proud of that. So what wouldn't want him to have a foreigner near him?
My eyes roll over her hips as I lightly erase the line I had, trying to get the definite curve correctly. A light moan slips out her throat making my mind explode with fantasies of her in clothing I can perfectly envision her in. Just by watching her and some of her movements over the past however many time changes I was able to come up with dozens of designs whereas before I struggle with a few. The pencil trembles in my finger tips before I place the sketchbook away.
I need to learn how to control these urges before I approach her.
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Oh~ Cyan you naughty boy! 10 REVIEWS for the next~ What do you think is going to happen next? I need ideas.