This is a crossover for two fandoms that not a lot of people are all that crazy for. It can be confusing for Oblivion fans who don't know what the actual fuck Alice in the Country of Hearts is, or Alice in the Country of Hearts fans who don't videogame, but oh well. You may be asking "Why would anyone write such madness?". "Who would write a crossover of this shit?". Well… you see… If Sonic can go into any fucking fandom, if furries may pop in and out of dimensions to become fuckin` Five Nights at Freddy's characters, if OCs may find themselves in Undertale, then we sure as hell can write a crossover of whatever we damn well please.
This is really just a fanfic for us, that we've posted on here for shits and giggles. Might not be for everyone, or the most lore friendly or canonical thing ever. Fun as hell to write, though ;P This is co-written, in case you couldn't tell, so don't mind the sudden changes in writing style ;3
He didn't really know what to make of it.
It stood right before him, the incandescent glow of the flaming portal trapped within a circlet of Daedric metal. The heat it gave off was familiar to him, and just the sight of it, burning brightly in the middle of the forest, gave him memories he didn't want to have.
Akatosh didn't know why it was here.
He approached the Gate, wearily. Dried bloodgrass that had sprouted from the ground crunched under his boots, his Kvatch cuirass hanging from his frame. He glanced around with that same weariness in his eyes, as if… waiting. He didn't know if this was a trick. He didn't know if this was a trap. He did know that it was impossible, for this Oblivion Gate to be back, brighter than any other stars shining in the canvas of the night.
His breath was shaky, and he felt just as so. Tentatively, he took another step forward, and then another, and another again. Baurus's katana was drawn, and he clenched it tightly in his hands, as if for support, for something.
What had Martin's sacrifice been for if the Oblivion Crisis wasn't over?
Akatosh calmed his jumping nerves, letting out a long breath. It was over. This wasn't a crisis, this was a Gate. Just a single, standing portal, and like always, he was the one to close it.
Maybe it was there for him. Who would leave a portal out here, if it wasn't for him to find? Akatosh had been recklessly adventuring for a while after everything in the Temple of the One had gone down, escaping from a past bearing memories that burned his mind and drowned his heart to remember. Maybe this was some Divine throwing him a bone. Maybe it was a Daedric Prince.
Akatosh didn't know if he cared anymore.
A few more steps, and he was in front of it, feeling the flames burning and licking at the portal's surface. The skies above were just as fiery, and even Akatosh himself never understood why he didn't burn just by being so close to the hellish portal. Finally, he stepped through, holding his weapon in both hands, expecting only the planes of Oblivion to greet him.
As Akatosh stepped through the Gate, his feet would have only stepped on…air. He wouldn't have been able to see nothing but the Oblivion Gate he just walked through as he began to fall into darkness, down and down he went… It felt like he could fall forever. But… No! Surely no! Eventually, he would hit the ground… right?..
After a few minutes of just.. falling, there was what seemed to be a light in the direction he was falling in. It was blinding, almost. Yet as soon as Akatosh could close his eyes, he would have been lying on a dirt road, cherry blossoms and oak trees surrounding the path. It smelt like flowers, amongst the many other scents of Spring. The sounds of what seemed to be laughter was in the distance, interrupting the peacefulness of the scenery around him, and in the direction it was coming from looked like a circus tent…
In the other direction, however, was the sound of people walking, and discussing something that was seemingly important to one of them. "Alice, my sweet, why must you live with that horrid man, the fact you put up with him is quite a feat! You can live at the Castle, with me! Oh, how happy we could be~!" A man seemed to say, and there was an audible sigh from a girl in response. "Peter, it's my choice where I live, you promised me you wouldn't mess with that," She huffed, and the two were getting closer to where Akatosh was on the road, no doubt going to run into him soon.
Akatosh hadn't gotten off the ground since he had landed, eyes wide in shock, his face turned pale. He had shakily pushed himself into a sitting position on the dirt road, and he took in everything around him, Baurus's katana having fallen from his hands and impaled the ground a few feet away from himself. He didn't understand it, nothing of what he was seeing, and when he heard the voices approaching, he comprehended even less of what he had been suddenly thrown into.
The Breton got to his feet, his knees weak, the fall having taken away his breath and most of his strength along with it. Whenever he stepped into Oblivion, traversed the Deadlands like many times before, he had felt stronger, powerful, full of adrenaline. Now, he felt the opposite, standing in this unknown world, without the Gate behind him to remind him there was always a way back.
Akatosh had started to go over to his sword, finally, but he stopped in his tracks as he remembered there had been voices approaching, and surely, people to go along with them. He called out, then, hastily forgetting his sword in the moment. "Hello?" His voice was loud even to his ears, and he flinched, but waited, even approaching the other two as they came.
There was a petite girl walking his way, dressed in blue with a white pinafore, her silky blonde hair falling over her shoulders as her doe-like eyes went rather wide to see a face she had never seen before, wondering if this was a role holder she hadn't met before or something, yet beside her was a slightly older boy with snow-white hair and… bunny ears the same color. Said bunny ears visibly twitching, proving that they were, in fact, real.. His bright red eyes were obscured by his round glasses balanced on his nose. "Oh.. um, hello," The small girl greeted politely, "How do you do?" She asked, offering him an unsure smile, while the rabbit with her glared with… obvious hatred for Akatosh, despite the fact the small man never even met nor spoken to him before.
"Stand back, Alice, don't get near such miserable germ-infested filth," he suddenly said, and he pulled the girl into a hug from behind, making her visibly uncomfortable, and she was about to say something, before she noticed that Peter had pulled out his pistol, and had it aimed at Akatosh. She gasped and paled, her blue eyes rather large and terrified, before she tugged on the man's arm. "P-Peter! Don't-!" She begged, but the man was unwavering, his aim not moving despite how much the girl named Alice tugged on it. He wasn't about to have such ugly filth be in the way of him and his one true love..
Akatosh stood there for a long moment, too far from his sword, the softest frown pulling down on his lips. He was dazed, and because of that, it took him a moment to find the words to say buried in his throat. "Wh-what?" The single reply came with a stutter, and his cheeks tinted very softly from the insults, as if he was embarrassed to be called such things, rather than upset. His eyes focused on the strange device, then, pointed his way, and it made him back off just slightly.
His thigh hit his sword as he took a few steps back, and he glanced at the katana, but left it there. He didn't think that brandishing a weapon to these strangers would be again, Akatosh didn't fully understand the threat posed to him. "Could- could you put that down? I- I…" Was it a sword? A dagger? No, it was none of those things, that was obvious enough. Akatosh simply, for the life of him, couldn't figure out the strange metal device in the man's hand. And as he glanced away from it, his attention got caught on the man's- Peter, was it?- Peter's ears, and his frown pulled down further on his face. He backed up more, feeling oddly threatened, almost scared. He was in an entirely new world, with these strange people, and all he could see was the burning hatred in the gaze of the man waving that metal stick about in his face.
Akatosh's foot caught, tripping on something- maybe a root, or some dirt, or even just air, as clumsy as he could be- and then his confusion turned into deeper shock as he started to fall back, waving his arms mindlessly in the air to keep himself on his feet, only for his attempts to be fruitless.
Arms enveloped Akatosh from behind, catching him before he could fall on his ass, and there was a soft chuckle from whoever caught him, while Alice seemed even more surprised herself. "You're so naughty, White Rabbit," the man said with a grin, only to receive a glare from the white-haired bunny. "J-Joker..," Alice said, sounding weak and frail, and the man who caught Akatosh nodded, his smile just seeming joyful and kind. "Good day to you, miss Alice. Who is your new friend? I don't recall seeing his face before," he said, his red hair framing his face rather elegantly. He was... a rather attractive man. And surprisingly, he had yet to let go of Akatosh just yet, not finding it awkward in the slightest to be hugging a man he never met before from behind.
Alice seemed to frown a bit, but she then elbowed Peter in the gut, making him let go of her and put the gun away, the lovesick bunny wheezing a bit in pain. "I don't know who he is, all I know is that Peter nearly killed him!" She said with an annoyed look to the White Rabbit, who smiled and adjusted his glasses. "I wanted to take you back home, Alice… I wasn't about to let some filth get in our way of us," he explained, only to make a small spark of anger appear in the girl`s eyes. "Please don't kill people for me, Peter," she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with irritation, obviously trying to resist the urge to hit this man.
The redhead holding Akatosh laughed in amusement at the two, while Peter looked worried that he had angered Alice, as if it wasn't obvious that he had enraged the girl… "Joker may change the Season for you, miss Alice," he said calmly, and Alice nodded, giving Akatosh an annoyed yet sincerely apologetic smile, just wanting to get to Fall as soon as possible now. She then grabbed Peter's hand, making the White Rabbit blush rather hard as he was dragged off, because his one truest love was willingly touching his hand~~!
Akatosh simply watched, as he felt that was all he could do, barely managing to stand on his feet with how weak he felt. "I don't understand," he finally pushed out, the words crumbling as soon as they lifted off his tongue. "I really… I really, really don't understand," he repeated, and then, again; "I don't… u-understand..." He trailed off, before pulling away from the man who had caught him, and finally, he pulled out his sword, but not to draw it, merely to hold it in his hand for some dearly needed reassurance. This wasn't a Gate he needed to close- this wasn't the work of a Divine, or even a Prince, it couldn't be, for what reason would They have to bring him here? Wherever here was, that is, and Akatosh wasn't even clear on that.
When he looked back up at the man, it was with a certain vulnerability to himself. He had simply wanted a familiar, fun adventure, something to take his mind off of the Crisis, off of the war. Akatosh hadn't wanted to fall through the sky into some insane world. He was growing beyond unsettled as his shock wore off, not knowing what to make of anything anymore. Perhaps this was a dream?
The man seemed confused, before he smiled calmly and tilted his head. "What don't you understand, sir?" He asked curiously, putting a hand on the small man's shoulder, just to try to comfort him a little. This man was just overly happy, or so it seemed, and he had a very kind vibe about him. He studied him for a moment, before he sighed and chuckled a little. "Would you like to sit down somewhere and calm down? You seem shaken up, it would be best not to push yourself when you're so shocked," he grinned, just being ever so patient with this obviously panicked and vulnerable man..
Akatosh looked at the other for a moment, and then a moment longer, trying to calm himself down, but it proved hard to do with all that had happened without any warning in such a short time. "No, I want-" and then, he was cut off, the words he had been moments from saying dying before they made it past his mouth. I want to go back home. It was a reasonable enough statement, but he couldn't bring himself to speak it, simply because… it just wasn't the truth.
What was awaiting him in Cyrodiil? The graves of his friends, perished in battle? Martin? Cyrodiil was his home, but Akatosh didn't have any reasons to go back. He didn't have any reasons to be there. He didn't have anything. Not anymore.
Tears prickled at the back of his eyes already, and he let out a shaky breath, pushing the thoughts away. Now wasn't the time to dwell on everything. "Where am I?" The question, while it ignored the ones that had been asked of him, was calm, suddenly, and no, he himself was the farthest thing away from calm, but there wasn't a reason to freak out. He had gone through a portal, he was in someplace else, as that was what happens when one goes through portals. It wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world that he wasn't in the Deadlands, and it wasn't the worst thing in the world that he wasn't in Cyrodiil, either. Akatosh politely stepped away from the man, not needing the hand on his shoulder, sheathing his katana and looking up at the redhead with large eyes that seemed to hold a million questions in them- even if he only asked one.
Joker offered him a slightly confused smile, cocking an eyebrow a little at him. "You don't know?" He asked, before realization suddenly filled his eye, and his smile widened into a grin. "Why, you`re in Wonderland, of course. You… aren't from around here, are you?" He asked curiously, and he didn't move to get closer to the shorter man, seeing as he had moved away from him and all, and he would respect his personal space for now.
He wondered if this man truly was an outsider, though… Nightmare hadn't said anything about a new Game, and it was sort of unheard of two outsiders being in the same Game at once… This was all so interesting to him, he wondered what this would mean if Akatosh truly wasn't from around here.. Whatever it would mean, however, Joker did enjoy something entertaining, and he was sure that this man in front of him was exactly just that.
Akatosh let out a long breath, but he shook his head. "No," he admitted, softly, and then he looked up at the sky, if only for a moment. "I fell-" and his voice did, too, faltering, his eyes widening. The Gate hadn't disappeared, as he had imagined it might have, but instead was simply… looming. The flaming Gate was supported by a large chunk of rock, drifting in the sky, and it was, by far, out of his reach, as if taunting him. He simply pointed, as if that would explain his predicament, because he had lost his voice somewhere with the sight he was observing and didn't know if he could find it again.
Joker looked up, before his mouth slightly gaped open. "Oh." He was quiet for a longer moment, before speaking up again, "Oh my." What… was that thing?... That wasn't a rabbit hole, no doubt about it… "Well then…," He commented, his eye slightly wide, before he finally looked back at Akatosh. "Are you hurt? That seems like… quite a fall…," His eye looked at Akatosh`s form for any injury, but honestly, he accidentally made it seem like he was… checking him out. Well then.
Akatosh glanced back from where he had been peering into the sky, and he shifted uncomfortably under the gaze, but held his tongue from commenting about it. "I blacked o-out, I think? And then I was on the ground…" He was speaking to himself more than he was to the other man, steadying his breath. "I'm fine, I am, though. I- I'm sure I can figure this out." He looked back up at the portal, entirely out of his grasp, and he knew that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. It showed on his face, his eyes flashing with defeat, and Akatosh looked back up at the taller. And taller, he truly was- Akatosh was short, even for a Breton, even shorter than the blonde girl that had just passed. He had to crane his neck to even meet Joker's gaze.
Joker smiled a little at him, and he considered it before he reached behind his back and he then pulled out a very beautiful bouquet of flowers.. What, was he a magician?... "In the meantime, mister, I think it would be best for you to take your mind off of confusion and sorrow and just enjoy yourself a little. This world is rather entertaining in it's own way, you don't have to stress over complicities. I love to make people smile, so here, for you," he said, just seeming ever so cheerful. It was almost cute, in a way, how happy and bubbly this man was. He then offered him the flowers, laughing in a kind way. He wanted to find out more about what was going on just as much as Akatosh did, really. Joker just couldn't really understand why exactly this man was here despite the fact an outsider was already here.. Hm.
Akatosh's eyes widened in soft surprise, but his hand instinctively took the flowers as his mind took time instead to catch up. He held the bouquet, looking down at the flowers for a long moment, before his cheeks turned the very softest pink, and against his better judgement, he didn't reject the gift. Akatosh held the flowers to his chest, looking back up at Joker for a long moment, before he managed the softest smile. "O-okay," he stammered. "What are you called?" The second question came afterwards, and he seemed to be calming down, finally, even as unsettled as he still was. What this man said sounded… appealing, honestly. He wanted to forget himself for a while, and maybe this was just a chance to go on a fun adventure. Akatosh didn't know exactly how he was feeling about this, but he was calmed down, in the very least- somewhat.
Joker smiled at Akatosh and bowed his head in a way, taking off his weird jester hat and holding it against his chest. "I am called Joker, m`dear. And what are you called?" He asked, though Akatosh didn't have to tell him. He wouldn't pry on things the man didn't want to talk about… yet.
Akatosh watched the rather strange man, but he managed a little more of a smile, even with how unnerved he seemed and was. "It isn't important," he murmured, unsurely, but he changed the subject immediately afterwards, not wanting to dwell on it. "Would you be willing to show me around, mister Joker? I don't have a way of leaving, so- so I may as well know where I've ended up." He was accepting this, slowly, glancing around as if trying to fully take in the scenery once more.
Joker was a bit surprised at that, but he smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course. There's a market in town today, maybe you'd like to walk around? It will be good to get used to this world," he said calmly. He didn't like leaving his Circus so much, but he could make an exception. Besides, Joker was there to watch over for him for a little bit. Despite how much the clowns feared the other him…
The redhead offered him his arm after that, grinning at him. "Shall we go? Of course, we don't necessarily have to go there. We can just walk if you'd much rather do that," he laughed gently, plopping his jester hat back on his head, but despite his weird hat, he was honestly a rather handsome man. Who could pull off a hat even like that…
Akatosh studied him for a moment, and he took his arm after an even longer moment, decisively. It was best to stick with Joker. At least this man wasn't shoving metal sticks in this face like the rabbit-man had been doing, a weird thought to have altogether. "Wonderland, though? I don't really understand where that is." He walked with Joker, then, looking down at his rather beaten up boots as they trailed along the dirt road. It was obvious he wasn't anywhere on Nirn, at least. He didn't know how an Oblivion Gate could lead to another world entirely.
Giving him a chuckle, Joker seemed to think about it as well, only to shake his head no. "Best not questioning things sometimes.. Tell me about yourself. I'm interested in knowing more about you if you were brought to this world without even my knowledge," he said with a grin, his wine red eye occasionally glancing over to Akatosh to shamelessly study him. Well, one thing he noted to himself was the fact that Akatosh wasn't unattractive at all, honestly. Akatosh was cute… For a man. He found it amusing that he was so dainty and small. Smaller than Alice, even. Which was shocking, really. He continued to walk with him, walking a bit slow for the shorter, but only because he could tell how dazed the poor man truly must be, considering all he`s gone through in the last hour and all.
Akatosh glanced away, if only for a moment. "And here you are, after you just told me not to question things," was his reply, a small attempt at a joke.
That comment made Joker laugh a bit, rolling his eye, but he shook his head. "That wasn't a question, my oh-so-mysterious stranger," he joked back, poking his cheek gently, and as they were walking, they got closer to the town in Spring.
Akatosh was silent, moving his arm away, holding onto the flowers instead with both hands and half hiding his face in the bouquet. He went by a name he didn't want to carry and only did by obligation to the man that had given it to him. He lived a life he wished he never had. Akatosh didn't have much of a story that he would want to tell anymore, and this man, Joker- he was a man Akatosh didn't want to get to know at all. It was best if he just found out how to leave this world and be done with it, get back to his life, and the only reason he wasn't trying to do so was because of his secret reluctance to go back to Cyrodiil at all.
"It's best if you don't know," he finally said, glancing back up at Joker again. Akatosh wasn't used to talking to people that much, after a few months of distancing himself from the world. He was awkward at talking, and bad at listening, and this man was too kind, smiled too brightly, cared too much. "How do I get back? To the Obl- to- to the portal, in the sky. Is there a way to get up there at all?" He seemed uneasy again, as if a switch had been flipped, glancing away from the other man once more.
There was a long pause before the red-haired man finally spoke up. "I don't believe you really can get up that high," he commented, almost slyly in a way Akatosh wouldn't catch, but said nothing more as he got to town, where an actual big festival-like market was taking place at. There was many booths, filled with random merchandise and mouth watering foods, even a few games here and there. But one thing to note was… that the many people crowding the streets… didn't have eyes on them. At all. It was a.. Well, extremely shocking sight. But everyone looked like they could see just fine, and as if nothing was wrong in the world at all.
Joker offered Akatosh a wide grin, looking cheerful as ever, yet something was a little off with him. Not that it was all that noticeable at all… "Would you like to get any food? It would be good to feed yourself to help you relax a little," he said with a laugh, looking down to Akatosh to make sure he was alright.
Akatosh took a while to speak, taking this all in, especially the people and their lack of proper facial features milling about the market area. "Why does everyone not have eyes?" He finally got that out, feeling shocked, but he hadn't stopped feeling that way since he had gotten to Wonderland. He guessed he shouldn't question it too badly, what with his world full of Argonians and Khajiit and elves and monsters, of gods and Magick- but that was all normal to him, and this was far from exactly that, normal. Was it rude to stare? He was definitely staring…
A chuckle came from Joker, and he just kept walking, motioning for Akatosh to follow. "They just don't have roles, dear stranger," he explained, as if that had made any sense at all. "You didn't answer my question, however. If you ask me questions, then you must answer mine as well," he sighed a bit, but kept his slightly comical grin on, seeing as he was a rather happy man. He was a good jester, after all. Always happy.
Akatosh glanced up at him, shielding himself from Joker's gaze with the flowers in his hands still, flowers that made him look even smaller than he was. His Kvatch armor, with its white cloth cuirass and wolf head on front, too made him look small, but he still held a good posture as if it had settled into his spine. "I thought we already established that you didn't ask me a question," he quipped, finally, letting his gaze wander back to all the faceless people, to all the shops and stands.
Joker`s smile faltered for a moment, before he suddenly started laughing. "I asked if you wished to get food," he chuckled out, before he suddenly grabbed Akatosh`s hand and began to walk with him through the crowd, until he got to a booth that had just the most mouthwatering smelling food possible. Except for the fact.. It was all extraordinarily spicy foods, but oh well! Joker wondered what Akatosh`s reaction would be if he tricked him into eating said food.. He wanted to get to know more about this guy, honestly. He didn't enjoy how secretive he was. He couldn't easily mess with people who were secretive.
Akatosh tilted his head at that, before shaking said head, softly. He was about to refuse the offer and claim he wasn't hungry, but a soft, pitiful growl from his stomach only reminded him that wasn't true, and he supposed there wouldn't be harm in eating something. He was constantly out camping and adventuring and helping any people that needed said help out in Cyrodiil, and didn't take much time to care for himself. This man was… very kind to him, to a random stranger like Akatosh would be to him. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to be a little less guarded and distant. He still hadn't let go of the man's hand since Joker had grabbed his own, at least, and that had to be some sort of start.
"Yes," he answered, finally, deciding on that, looking back up at Joker. "How many septims is it? I c-can pay for us both.." He rummaged through his pockets to get to his bag where he kept all his gold pieces, before realizing the leather greaves he was wearing didn't have pockets, and that his bag of supplies he usually carried around wasn't on him. He didn't know when he had lost it. He hadn't even noticed until now… By the Nine, his memory, how awful it was…
Joker shook his head no and smiled kindly. "Oh, no, I`ll pay for it," he said calmly, pulling out a wallet and paying for an order of some very spicy chicken. He thought about it, before he grabbed a piece and held it up to Akatosh`s lips, as if he wanted to feed him the food. This was only due to the fact that he wasn't going to let Akatosh get away from said piece of food once he had it in his mouth… It was spicy as all fuck, no doubt...
Akatosh's eyes widened in surprise at that, but before he could manage to reject being fed, he instinctively took a bite of the offered piece of chicken, his cheeks tinting pink at his own actions and making the nasty scar on one of said cheeks look all the more prominent. Immediately, his face burned red, not having tasted something like this before. "I-is this poisoned? It burns-!" Spicy foods weren't very common in Cyrodiil, and Akatosh as a whole hadn't experienced a life he actually remembered for very long since waking up in that prison cell with amnesia a little less than two years ago. Altogether, he didn't get out much, and feeling a sensation akin to a fire burning away his tastebuds was troubling to him, to say the least.
The redhead had to contain his laughter at this, and he then offered Akatosh another piece. "It must just be a bad piece, dear stranger. Here, try another to make the taste go away," he suggested, as if that would actually work, and he held the piece against the shorter man`s lips once more. Well…. Joker seemed convincing enough… But if Akatosh ate another piece it would just add on to the spicy hell that was happening in his mouth…
Akatosh, desperate to get rid of the sensation, took the offered food without question, his face only turning red when it added onto the horrible feeling. "But- but it's e-even more awful!" His voice cracked, not understanding why this was happening at all. What kind of food was this supposed to be? How could anyone handle eating something so painful? It was as if the food was eating him back...
Finally, Joker began to laugh a little, and he thought about it, before he quickly bought a plastic cup for water. He thanked the faceless man who sold him said cup with his ever-so-present smile, before he began to fill the cup with the contents of a nearby hot sauce bottle, making sure the whole time that Akatosh was too distracted to notice. He then held the cup up to Akatosh`s lips once more, wondering if the small man would even want to trust him at this point. "Apologies, my dear stranger. Here, drink this. It can help with the pain," he said sorrowfully, thinking this was a rather crazy event, but hey, this was fun. He knew his counterpart would honestly do worse in this situation…
Akatosh drank from the man without a second thought, his hands even going up to grasp the cup that Joker held and attempt to drink it down, and immediately, he regretted it, coughing and spluttering out as his eyes watered up involuntarily. He gave Joker a big eyed look, and his fingers tingled with Magicka, turning as cold as ice to respond to the heat he felt and how badly he wished it would stop. Frost coated his skin, but his hands, held over Joker's own, likewise were coated in that same frost, traveling over Joker's hands and freezing them in an instant until Akatosh moved his hands away and let the cup fall into the redhead's grasp. It was a bizarre show of powers, the bouquet of flowers having been dropped by this time, spilling out at their feet as Akatosh held his hands to his chest and slowly willed the cold Magicks to stop.
"I'm not very hungry anymore." He spoke, finally, after a long period of silence, his eyes very softly narrowed and his mouth pulled into a pout. It was all he could manage, after that all.
Joker was laughing at this all, but he grinned in an apologetic way, masking his surprise. "I'm sorry, mister, you just seemed too interesting. I wanted to know how you`d react to this," he said with a small chuckle, but he was… very rather shocked at everything that had happened. "You`ve proven to be very much so..," He murmured to himself, looking down at his hands with a large eye. Hm. He liked messing with this strange man. Usually, no role holders ever humored him whenever he tricked them. And Alice was too dainty to play tricks on.. Eh. But Akatosh seemed very much entertaining to the Jester. He could have quite some fun messing with him..
Akatosh frowned a little more, glancing away, holding his hands a little closer to himself, and finally, he dropped his frown, replacing it with a soft smile as he let out the smallest laugh to accompany it. Oh, did his mouth burn, but the more he thought about it all, the more he realized that it was all actually quite funny. "I can say the same about you," he decided, wiping at the tears from his eyes hastily, the frost slowly melting from Joker's hands as the spell wore off on its own. He felt… more relaxed, more relaxed than he had been for a while, smiling the first genuine smile of the month, it felt like to him. This man had made him smile and laugh from the smallest, dumbest thing, and- and it was a nice feeling.
"So," Joker said calmly, "May you explain how you froze my hands?" He asked curiously, but… He did notice the smile. And it made himself smile a little.
Akatosh was a little taken aback at the question, before realizing he did, in fact, do that, and he looked down at his own hands as he spoke. "My Magicka. I don't have very good control over the spells I cast, and- and I wanted my mouth to stop burning, so I conjured ice. I… I guess that might not be normal here, if you ask about it. I…" He felt like he had more to say, but he didn't know what exactly the words were. Akatosh didn't know how to explain magical powers to a redhead guy in a marketplace selling poisoned foods in a crowd full of people without eyes… He felt slightly weak, thinking over that all, this all, that was happening.
He pushed away his thoughts, and reached out, pulling Joker's hands into his own. "Here." He spoke gently, and a very, very subtle wave of warmth washed over Joker's fingers and palms, completely melting away the coldness clinging to his skin. He moved his hands away, afterwards, glancing down to the flowers all around them. "Akatosh," he finally said, then, and he knew it might not make very much sense. He didn't like his title. He couldn't even call it a name- he couldn't even call it his name. But Joker had it, if he still wanted it, if he made sense of the out-of-place words Akatosh spoke.
Joker was a bit surprised, but once he seemed to understand what he meant, he chuckled a little. To the rest of what Akatosh said before, he had no reactions, merely chalking it up to the natural strangeness of outsiders. But to the last word he spoke.. "Akatosh?" He asked curiously, before he grinned to himself as he seemed to muse it over. "Hmmm… Akatosh. Is that your name? It seems very suiting for you, my no longer so-mysterious stranger," he said to him with a large smile, looking very pleased the small man had told him that.
Akatosh nodded, but a he bore a soft frown on his face, glancing away. "I-" he cut himself off, then, from saying a thing, as it all would have been just protests. "Thank you," Akatosh murmured, gently, despite how much he disagreed. He hadn't lived up to the expectations his name carried when Martin had given it to him, had trusted Akatosh to be the thing he could believe in, be his hero- "I like your name much more," he said, suddenly, steering his thoughts away. "Joker. I've not heard a name like that. But I like it." This was him trying to be kind, the smile he gave the man a barely present one, but a smile all the same.
Joker was about to say something, only before he saw the sound of a gunshot in the distance, and the sight of some… rabbit… ears…. Just… peeking over the crowd of faceless. "The Hatters are here," Joker chuckled to himself, if not holding a slight coldness to his eye. There was the sound of running, then, and a faceless man suddenly darted out of the crowd, seeming panicked beyond belief as he looked around for anyone to help him, his arm bleeding like crazy from a gunshot wound. He rushed over to Akatosh, seeing as he was closest to him, and suddenly clung to his shoulders with a death grip. "P-Please! You-You gotta h-help me-!" He begged, pure fear in his voice.
Before Akatosh could even do anything, however… a golden pistol was placed against the faceless man`s temple, and a loud bang went off as the gun was fired directly next to Akatosh`s ear, it being nearly deafening. Akatosh went pale at the sight, flecks of crimson peppering his white-faced features, and his eyes rolled back into his head as his knees gave out under him, the pressure of this all pushing him down into darkness as he fainted.