Persuasive Psychic/os [open]

[rue]

The human had been wandering the strange area since literally leaving an animal's body, finding that the oddness didn't end when he'd fled that forest. Beyond wasn't the sort to be particularly nervous in any scenario and this was no exception. In fact, the majority of the mildly frightening locations and landmarks had come off as hilarious jokes. Or at least a relief from the mundane. Whether the entire venture was in his mind or reality, he wasn't stuck in cell, thinking constantly about "Lawli" and his cases. No-- now he was constantly thinking about said subject while sating his curiosity over the new land.

The carnival grounds seemed desolate, as to be expected around three in the morning. The music stalled every once in a while, crackling in an effort to prove its antiquity- the tune was supposed to lift the spirits but amongst the abandoned debris of the day before, it was paranoia-inducing. The merry-go-round was still turning slowly and the ferris wheel appeared to be equally maintained. Who was handling this work?

Charcoal hues shifted toward the fortune-telling booth and he grinned lazily. Ironic. It wasn't like any old woman could predict death better than he; even so, when he had been younger the thought crossed his mind. Maybe those psychics were like him. Now he knew it was always a fraud. Always. Just as he'd shifted to proceed, the lights lit up and a feminine mechanical voice wound up weakly. The wrinkled robot-esque machine's mouth moved out of synch with each syllable. It was comedic.

"Ahahahee, you might want to ask me how your time here will be. I know more than you can and of your seeking that man, the one known better by that singular twelvth letter. Now step forward, come hence; it's not worth dawdling. It's only five cents."

...

"Oddly persuasive."

B mused quietly, glancing around in brusque display of paranoia.

[Akira Yamaguchi]

Akira often asked himself questions. Why the hell did he fight so hard to get home? Why didn't he try to destroy the Boogies? Why not get away from the palace and surrounding area and find some remote place to live his days out in peace and quiet...but at the moment, the only question going through his mind was why was he wandering around this creepy place at three in the morning? Clearly he was losing his mind, or maybe it was because he had just never bothered to come here and didn't want to risk visiting while there was a crowd...but, did other humans really come here? It was supposed to be a fun house, but Akira got bad vibes from this place...then again, he got bad vibes from all of Wonderland.

He sighed and lit up a smoke, letting the old habit relax him as he continued to walk throughout the empty place. Everything looked old and rather decrepit in his opinion, of course, he was highly judgmental. He supposed it could be considered 'nice' that this place existed at all, though he wouldn't be surprised if there was actually some evil purpose behind the whole place.

Akira cursed and dropped his cigarette when he heard an odd mechanical voice. He looked around but didn't see anything and frowned. Wonderful, now he was hearing things. Next it would be seeing strange shadows and feeling like everyone was out to get him. Paranoid much? Akira shook off the feeling, no way would he get that bad. He just liked to consider himself cautious. He made his way towards the strange voice and finally came upon its source. Apparently he wasn't the only crazy person around these parts. Another guy was standing near an old fortune telling booth.

He couldn't tell from where he was whether it was a Boogie or not, but considering this place was mainly for the humans, he figured it wasn't one of those damnable creatures. "You know fortune telling is bull shit, right?" he asked, lighting up another cigarette to replaced the one that he had dropped. "No way some machine can spit out a real future."

[rue]

Beyond nipped at his thumb thoughtfully. Now that was unexpected. He usually despised those who relied on these sorts of pseudosciences- each were so vague that the very next person would have been happy with the same fortune. But the twelvth letter... So specific. It's to be expected of a dream.

Attention split as he caught the hushed sound of footsteps approaching, feigning disinterest in his new company. The figure's tone was casual, pausing only to suck on a cancer stick... He felt his lips turn up at the edges, turning calmly. "Hmn... usually I'd agree." The merry-go-round's lighting slightly shadowed half the blond's face but that name was just as visible.

A blond asian?

"You know sucking on that can give you bladder cancer~?" He hummed as he computed the inhuman string of numbers to test his theory... well it wouldn't be soon if at all. Ah well. Not like he'd be sleeping that long anyways. Perhaps he represented the catterpillar. Something about this was cracking him up.

[Akira Yamaguchi]

Akira frowned at the other. "Are you always so charming?" he asked sardonically, flicking the cigarette away. What did he expect, running into someone at this hour, of course they'd be weird. Naturally this didn't apply to himself, because he wasn't the one making such comments. He had half a mind to just write the guy off as a regular carny and continue on his way, but he was bored and even if this guy was a little...weird, at least he knew he wasn't the only one who wandered around at late hours.

"You new around here? Don't think I've seen you before."

Akira didn't really recognize many of the people in Wonderland because he couldn't be bothered to get to know them, but he at least had a sense of familiarity around most of the others here, hell he'd been here long enough, but this guy seemed to have crawled out of the woodwork. He frowned inwardly. There was something creepy about him, undermined by the fact they were in some creepy idea of a fun house. Seeing this guy in a normal area might be unsettling.