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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 6, 2008 13:47:56 GMT -5
A string of curses flooded Conway's head as George went to hug him. As awkward as it was he returned the hug. Only he had to come up with some explanation because Hatter was going to notice his lips moving with no sound to accompany them.
"Uh... George I really need to tell you something," Conway said trying to look him in the eye. It was hard to look anyone in the eye when you were about to lie about something. "I uh.... so uh... I can't.... I can't talk to more than one person at a time because of a curse."
There he said it. George just needed to believe it. Or something. Really he was out of options as he magically cornered himself between a rather happy looking man in pinstripe and checkers and someone he had only met once before. Oh.... this was just a wonderful hole wasn't it?
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 6, 2008 23:30:44 GMT -5
"From...from your Queen? M-mine are from my Master... he's really amazing with time pieces."
George smiled, and then awkwardly hugged Conway after greeting him, utterly delighted to see him.
"Corvistowne? That's a long way, isn't it? I- huh?"
He turned his attention to Conway at once...he looked worried...
"Conway?"
He asked, tilting his head, somewhat worried...had he done something wrong? He listened to what his friend told him, astounded. He had no idea that any part of what Conway had told him was an untruth and just nodded, not quite sure what to do.
"W-what should I do? Do you want me to talk to him for you? I could get you a note-pad, if that would help at all."
He looked slightly ashamed, unable to think of anything he could do to help his friend...
"Would you both like to come to dinner? I'm sure that Ellen will make us something."
He turned to Conway and spoke directly to him, softly.
"She won't mind if you can't talk to her, so long as you smile, she's nice."
He said with a grin, hoping to help Conway relax.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 7, 2008 9:55:29 GMT -5
Hatter smiled at George's excitement to see Conway, amused by how utterly delighted he was. He really had been looking for him for a while, hadn't he?
"It is..." Hatter shrugged jovially as he continued, "but I enjoy traveling." He grinned warmly, utterly oblivious to Conway's turmoil until he started talking to George.
Or he should have been talking, but his lips were moving and nothing was coming out. Not a single sound. He, however, was most definitely not mute, because George was talking to him as if he were saying something... And now George looked upset too.
Well, this was getting slightly awkward.
"Erm... Did I miss something?" He shifted his weight from foot to foot, wishing someone could explain this situation to him a bit. Why did George look so worried and why in the name of the Suits could he not hear what Conway was saying to him. "Or, uhm... Is there anything I can do to help, George?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 7, 2008 12:21:26 GMT -5
Yay for being socially awkward and not having control over it! Conway sighed. Well at least George wasn't asking questions about how weird it was to only be able to talk to one person. Hatter however, was throughly confused.
"I imagine... just telling him what's wrong so he stops giving me that look would work. If he knows sign language that would make this easier... but a notepad in the end is probably what I'm going to have to use," Conway fiddled with his bracelet as he spoke. Why was his life so terribly complicated.
Conway's eyes widened at the mention of dinner. He hadn't eaten for a while... but it meant more people. However, George's words were enough to convince him that he could put up with being in a room with more than one person. "I would love to dinner then..." He said glancing from George to Hatter.
He wanted to give the man a proper hello but he honestly didn't know how. The young man ever so briefly signed the symbol for sorry. It was a long shot, yeah, but he had no idea what else to do.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 9, 2008 22:21:00 GMT -5
"Oh...uh. No, there's nothing you can do, H-hatter, it's just, um..."
George was at a loss as to how to start this...he rubbed his hand up and down the back of his neck and rolled his eyes over to the man in the green pants, unsure of himself.
"Conway's under a c-curse and he can only talk to one person at a time...d-do you know sign language? If not, then I can get him a notepad when we get back to my Master's house. Here, we need to move anyway, follow me, p-please."
He hoped that had been a good enough explanation for Conway, he wouldn't want to offend him, or Hatter. He began moving, quickly, through the wood, keeping to a path that was barely visible and smelled different to George's nose. He kept to the far side of the small stream that ran by the edge of the Wood and walked with them for awhile...it would be about a half-hour trip to his Master's home.
"My Master lives about twenty minutes from here, is that alright? I'll lead you back out again afterward, but he likes to stay hidden. Fravell will have to come out afterward and erase your scents...Hope you don't m-mind."
He watched to make sure they were both following, he didn't want to lose them...Master had made it quite clear what could occur to unobserved guests.
After another twenty minutes of quick movements and twisting trails, if they continued to follow, they would come to a hill, with a willow atop it, a stream running on the other side. George would stop in front of it to take stock of them.
"This is it, hang on just a second, I'll g-get the door"
He murmured, keeping his voice low. He reached out to the side of the hill and pulled at what appeared to be a piece of bark on a protruding willow root. Twisting it slightly, the side of the hill opened in George's grasp, beyond it lay a dark emptiness, with a hard-packed earth floor. George held his arm out, gesturing them in with a smile.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 10, 2008 8:53:06 GMT -5
O! Well that explained a lot, didn't it? A curse, eh?
Hatter broke into a wide grin once Conway signed to him. Regardless of the issue at hand, he could understand that. Not many people knew sign language, but Hatter just so happened to be one of those strange people that picked up semi-useless information because it looked fun.
Talking with your hands was just fun in Hatter's opinion.
Only problem was that he tended to get excited and move his hands too fast, maybe he ought to just speak and let Conway reply in sign?
"It's alright." He beamed cheerfully. "I don't mind talking like this at all, if that's alright for you?"
Hatter loyally followed after George, surprised and pleased to see that he lived in The Wood and eager to see where he made his home. When at last they reached the door in the hill, Hatter's eyes lit up and his brow arched sharply. Oh!? What sort of home was this, under a hill?
"What an interesting home your Master has, George." He looked around quietly, head tilted as he stepped inside. "He seems a very private man, though." He added as an absentminded afterthought.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 10, 2008 11:21:33 GMT -5
Conway was rather shocked to find out that someone other than him actually knew sign language. Well damn, that was just amazing, now wasn't it?
He followed without a word, listening George talking about erasing scents. When they came to the stop Conway raised an eyebrow. They were at the side of a hill. What was so special about the side of a hill?
His eyes widened and he almost leaped back in surprise. He hadn't expected that to happen. Not many people lived in the side of hills did they? What kind of person was this Master that George kept on speaking of? He shook his head. If any of these questions were to be answered he'd have to go inside wouldn't he?
Conway glanced at George with a curious look. The Hisstor bit his lip as he debated on saying something. Oh well, screw it. He followed Hatter inside.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 10, 2008 22:22:17 GMT -5
George nodded to Hatter, glad that the man was perceptive. The fact that the talking problem had been solved as well was a weight off his mind, he hadn't been sure if he was allowed to touch Master's writing supplies and not being able to remedy that situation would probably have made Conway feel badly...it certainly would have done so to him were the situations reversed.
"Rather private, yes. Master likes to make sure that some people...d-don't locate him."
Once Hatter had stepped through he turned to look at his friend, Conway still looked slightly surprised and a bit wary, from what George could tell.
"It's alright, on my honor there isn't anyone or anything in there that'll hurt you...you're...m-my friend."
He let out a small sigh of relief to be given a quizzical look, but have Conway enter anyway. Moving in behind them, he shut the door.
Their footsteps were nearly soundless in here as compared to outside crunching through the leaves. Even though they all wore shoes the sounds would seem muffled by the hard packed earth. After a short journey through the tunnel, the walls changing from earth to being covered in thin varnished wood paneling, small sconces jutting outward holding tiny wooden sconces alight and contained, the halls looking warmer and more homey for it.
A bit further and they would come to a door on the left hand side, shut tightly, thick black wood shining in the firelight. George passed this door by and motioned the others on. After taking a left turn they came to another few doors, some slightly ajar, but other closed, and George pulled one open.
"If you want you can just sit d-down for a few minutes, I'll go tell Ellen that we'd like some tea. You both like t-tea, right?"
Inside was a rather cozy looking abode with a couch, three armchairs covered in leather and a fireplace, the walls were white washed and adorned with small dried wreaths and flower decorations.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 11, 2008 21:09:45 GMT -5
Hatter, following Conway's example, was quiet as they walked through the house. His eyes were on every little detail of the under-the-hill home. There was something about it, something that left him achingly curious. He wanted to press George about his Master, who he was - what he was like, but he restrained himself as they walked.
There were other things to direct his curiousity onto aside from men he hadn't yet met. After all, they were in Tugley Wood. What did he expect from a man who made his permanent residence here?
So he turned his focus onto the two males accompanying him through the house, wearing his brilliantly cheerful grin all the while. When the room was opened and tea -oh how he loved tea!- was mentioned, his grin only grew wider. "O! Yes, I love tea~ Anything you've got is good by me." He chimed out and slid into the room casually, glancing back at Conway. He had to wonder where he came from and about this curse he had mentioned. Had he suffered from it all his life?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 11, 2008 22:18:55 GMT -5
Conway had no idea how to cope with any of this. Did what he normally did when he was in doubt, and played with his bracelet as he took in the surrounding area. This was a strange place to live, but he couldn't complain.
"Tea's fine," Conway said quietly as usual. Tea wasn't his favorite thing to drink, but he would take anything that was offered to him. He couldn't be picky when he didn't bother to eat on a regular basis. He glanced at George briefly before entering the room.
Honestly, he didn't want to be left alone with Hatter for very long. A happy man in loud colors wasn't his idea of fun. It wasn't his idea of a lot of things actually. If Conway had an option he would have left already. Instead he took a perch on the couch and started to inspect the flower decorations. Maybe if he pretended Hatter didn't exist he wouldn't try to engage in conversation.
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