[Finished] Disorder

[Vyn]

Hatter's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop the moment Loreta agreed and he smoothly leaned back in his chair before letting out a high, short whistle. The sound was instantly matched by another whistling, a low keening from somewhere below them. The room was silent for a moment while Hatter twisted in his chair to peer at the basement door and the small 'doggy door' at it's base until, at last, a soft clatter of metal on metal was heard and a small form burst into the room.

It was a small silver creature with a blue ruff of fur and brilliant blue eyes. It rushed forward, bounding into Hatter's lap with a delighted little churring. The eccentric male beamed, stroking the mechanical Mome Rath's soft fur.

"This, Loreta, is my first invention: Doorie. I made him when I was 10. I've got better inventions, honestly...but he's my favorite." That childlike enthusiasm was fading at last, calming into his usual although eccentric self. "What do you think of 'im?"

Although Loreta may not know it, she would be one of the few people to be growing quite close to one of Hatter's few...or perhaps many secrets. At very least, one of his few important secrets.

[Kari Muffin]

Loreta was quite surprised, to say the least. She stared at the little mechanical creature with wide eyes. It was a Mome Rath that was... mechanical and obviously "living" in a sense. Otherwise it wouldn't be moving like that. Corvistowne really was one of the most advanced places of all the regions, that was for sure.

"Wow," was all Loreta could manage. Words were really at a loss. She honestly want to say something profound, but she was actually amazed to the point of speechlessness. There was a first time for everything, was there? This was definitely a first time that Loreta couldn't come up with some witty comment.

The awkward silence and sipping tea wasn't satisfying for her though. She had to break the silence of her awe. "That's just... really amazing. I never knew someone could do that, and at ten... well gee." She had half a mind to ask him if she could touch "Doorie" but she didn't want to push her luck. As adorable as it was, she never had luck with small animals.

[Vyn]

Hatter was delighted by...well, everything. Her awed silence was best of all and Hatter absolutely basked in it. With one hand he stroked the blue-eyed mechanic Mome Rath and with the other he casually but cheerfully sipped his tea.

"Thank you, Lore! It's really...one of my best talents. Or my favorite, at least." This was not entirely true, but it was close enough. "It was far harder then than it is now but none of my more recent creations can compare to Doorie."

Hatter arched a brow, flashing that ever knowing look in her direction. He really had no shame about invading others thoughts or privacy. Ah well, least he wasn't being intrusive...just, a bit eager.

"Would you like to touch 'im? He's apparently softer than most expect."

Then again, what else would one expect from a 10 year old? He'd wanted a friend...a security blanket of sorts. There was very little to wonder in the fact that he'd make a friend that was both warm and soft, at least on the outside.

[Kari Muffin]

Loreta looked at him with wide eyes briefly before leaving forward carefully to brush her wing. It was soft all right. If she had hands she imagined it would be a lot softer to the touch. She really had to work on her biped form. If she ever got inspiration (which was highly unlikely) she would probably get her human form some day.

A long way off of course. "You really must have amazing talents. I'm jealous. All I really can do is deliver things. I've got nothing else." She really didn't have that much talent. She only had one goal in life and she had no idea what would happen when she reached it. It was kind of sad really.

But screw depression. It sucked.

"Well I can hold my liquor pretty well, but I don't think that counts for the most part. A lot of Hearts can do that." She shrugged with a smirk before going back to sipping her tea.

[Vyn]

Doorie made a delightful little cooing sound, arching its back into Loreta's feathery touch. The sight pulled a delightful chuckle from Hatter's lips, his eyes hining.

"I'm glad you lie 'im, ...and from the loooks of it, Doorie likes you too." This wasn't entirely a rare fact, considering that Doorie liked everyone that Hatter did, but he was just as pleased with the sight. Doorie was his favorite after all creation. "Well, to be perfectly honest, having so much power at such a young age isn't always a good thing." His smile dampened for the briefest of moments. "I learned that the hard way, I fear."

As her attention shifted to alcohol, Hatter realized that she too had gone down a darker thought path for a moment. He flashed a brief smile and chuckled a bit too loudly.

"That's one up you've got on me! I can't seem to hold my liquor well at all. I'm not terrible, yeah, but I've got nothing at all to brag about."

Reaching up to rub the back of his neck, Hatter flashed an adorably sheepish look back in her direction.

[Kari Muffin]

"Power's a funny thing. If you get too much of it you have a big target on your back, if you have to little you're in the gutter. I don't get it." Loreta shrugged. "And holding liquor isn't much of a bragging right. It's just a fact I suppose."

The heron wasn't quite sure what to do or say. She had never been in a situation such as this. Actually not many people paid attention to her beyond "drunken bird." This was one of the few times when she was in such a situation. Stupid loss for words thing. It was a terrible pain in her tailless ass.

"I have to ask though, what's it like to be successful? I mean, to have a goal that you reached. I don't think I've ever managed to do anything all the way through." It was a weird question, but maybe it would lighten the mood. At least her headache was going away.

[Vyn]

Unlike his usual flickers of emotional highs and lows, Hatter's entire posture momentarily slumped as if he'd been caught up in not only a dark passing thought but a bad memory to boot. His eyes were filled with sorrow and everything about him seemed to slump...and then he shook it off with a quick, stubborn shake of his head. He wouldn't speak on that now, no need to go into such topics. The past was the past after all.

"Ain't it just? I'd rather be in the gutter, honestly, than wear that target about."

He shifted a little, straightening his tie as Doorie turned and crooned lightly in concern. His smile at last retrieved itself, returning to its proper state as he turned his attentions upon the blue-eyed clockwork doll. As always, Doorie was there to cheer him up. He tangled his fingers in that soft fur and then turned his attention back to Lore.

"Hmm... Y'know, I never really thought about it honestly." He laughed softly and momentarily removed his hat, running his fingers through his feather-laced hair. "Then again, I'm not your usual sort of successful. I just do what I do and from time to time people call on my skills." Hatter tipped his hat back onto his head and grinned widely at Loreta. "Haven't reached my goal yet, though. I want to make a clockwork doll, but not one like Doorie... I want to make a Card."

[Kari Muffin]

That was a strange mood swing. Loreta hadn't expected that, but she was relived when he went back to a somewhat normal state. His actions were starting to worry the heron. She really saw only a few people act like this, and they all ended up dead or hurt.

But he wanted to make a Card. He sure as hell had a high goal. One that he could probably reach. He seemed like the one who could do it with enough concentration. "That's one hell of a goal," Loreta looked at Doorie briefly before taking a sip of her tea again. "I bet you could do it though... but what kind of card do you want to make? I mean... what's it going to be?"

She repeated herself, didn't she? She was bad at explaining things clearly. She was always bad at saying things politely for a reason. She might as well just come out and ask him. She didn't feel the need to though. He would answer anyway he damn well felt like it.

[Vyn]

Hatter hadn't really thought on it. That is, what sort of Card he'd make. His hands seemed to work without him sometimes and for the time being his biggest focus was to simply work his way up. In fact, his current interest was Banders. Once he could make one of his Bander dolls animate smoothly, like Doorie had, then he'd proceed to something larger. Up and up he went until he could make a proper Card.

What he did then? Well... He wasn't sure. Make an army or something, he supposed.

"It's fun at least." He laughed aloud, grinning widely. "Gives me something to focus on, keeps me from going crazy." That is to say, if he wasn't already crazy. "Thank you for the vote of confidence, Lore... It'll take a bit still, even I know that...but one day..." He trailed off as he lifted up, refilling their tea cups before sliding back down in his chair. As he sipped his tea his fingers drummed idly on the china until at last he lowered it. "As for what it'll be... Well, I'm still not sure. Most likely an Avian, I do enjoy them." He smirked at Loreta but continued quickly. "Though another breed might be a bit simpler to start with... My ultimate goal is to make a proper human though. Wouldn't that be the top of the line? A human clockwork doll?"

[Kari Muffin]

A proper human or and Avian. A working and living doll? That was hard to wrap her head around. Actually hadn't Rocky mentioned something about that? Some crazy chick made a living doll out of her brother or something? Maybe he should talk to Rocky. They were both Corvies after all.

"Sounds a lot like the lady Rocky as always talking about. She made a living doll out of her brother... and was killed for some reason. You might want to talk about it... err. His proper names is Rocco. He's a raccoon who wants to fly. Really lofty goal... and since the whole random new limbs sprouting thing it's a lot loftier." She still felt horrible for that. If only she had been without a hangover maybe she wouldn't have been so bitchy at him. And he would have less appendages to worry about.

She sighed. "Yeah, but he could tell you more about that living doll thing. He met one or so he says."