Greetings and Salutations, O ladies and gents of this fine City of cities~♫

This is your humble servant, the Mad Hatter, giving one possibly last transmission to one's beloved audience. The destinations of our futures are unknown, one would not dare to guess this time is the last one. What wonders would our paths show us ahead? There is no final say in the show why, sirs and dames! The show must go on!

At the hands of one's darling and plucky young assistant after tonight's show. ♥

Tonight is the last note of this jester's old violin, the butterfly will spread its wings and travel home. For His Glory. The Glory of the remnants of the Dark Empire. To each of you who the dust have touched even once, there is still the devil to pay your debts.

Ahhhhhhh. Be nice, boys and girls, or the Mad Hatter will visit you in Hell.

Current Mood: jubilant

Congratulations to all the darling girls who passed their exams and those who didn't, try your best next time! With this comes the annual Spring Allergy Check!

→ Sneezing.

→ Watery, itchy eyes.

→ Dark circles under your eyes.

→ Itchy nose.

Students with all those symptoms, present yourself into the infirmary to get the rid of your miserable plight. Claritin or Clarinex would solve your emergency in a wink before the big ball tomorrow. Go on, growing Cinderellas, come here!


{Private: Note Delivered to Kurai's room during the exams}

Current Mood: flirty

Setsuna!!

I'm trapped in Hatter's circus! Please come to save me? It's dark here and I don't know where Abaddon is! Hello? Someone? I know there must be someone out there!

{Private to Kurai//text}

One will deliver the Messiah to your waiting arms after today, o Amber Princess. Set your fears aside, let this humble jester work the best of your natural charms. ♥

He's a fool to reject you and one's a bigger fool to give you away.

(ooc; Mood read as "frustrated". BTW, Hatter's accent is different from Kurai's... Anagura vs Sheol accent. IDK. Subtle difference).

Current Mood: devious

Ohhhhh. Look at the masquerade of Mardi Gras Carnival, the celebrating people do not bear masks but are bare in their vice. More and more, this jester urges you to indulge, while this one humble joins your merry-making.

Curses? Ahhhhh. Those jealous stiff who think that property is such a blessing. No need to listen to them, my dears. Feast and long, rest and hate, live in debauchery enthusiasm. You're the kings and queens today. Don't let someone else tell you otherwise! ♥

The Circus Carnivore opens its function to indulge each of one's beloved sins. Come forth, citizens of this marvelous City of Cities. Come forth and feast.

One's newest shiny toy has fallen into the jaws of Leviathan today.

Current Mood: devious

It would have been... stunning if the illusion would have lasted. If only, Princess, if only one's death would have come as a moment of breathtaking delightful bliss. To become a bride. His bride. One remembers that day, how peculiar, after the celebration of mortal sanctified love, this jester remembers the sacrilegious despair.

{Cue to a strained, broken laughter}

Ahhhhh, more, more come raining, come tumbling down, strongly, violently mercilessly. It only serves one's foolish serves right. One rock, for each of my disgraces.

{The laughter stopped abruptly, choked into pure wrath}

The Count had to ruin everything! The perfect ending note, the majestic feeling. He had to save one under the most weak excuses! For the good of the Empire of Darkness! What could have we achieved? They clung to one with foolish notions and were blind to understand!

You know full well the only thing beneath one's makeup of a clown is the face of a clown! Ohhh, it must look pretty comical, all right...! Clinging to the shadow of a man who may never even come back...! Well then laugh, why don't you! Point your finger at one and laugh!!

{A body collapsing to the floor, shattered laughter echoing and dying out in the emptiness of Belial's chamber}

...what a hopeless idiot. One's not different from him.

Current Mood: distressed

Ohhhhhhhhhh. There are surprises left, gifts given to us when you least expected it. This curse blesses one with the Amber Princess' presence. There goes that look again. To this one's innocent words! What can this humble jester do to turn that frown into a smile? A bouquet of blue roses? A brand new dress? A spot in tonight's circus show!

A welcome tribute to our Savior who has graciously returned earlier today. What do you think, Your Highness? Doesn't that sound tempting? ♥

Perhaps his heart during Valentine's Day.

Current Mood: bouncy

There is misfortune scattered in this world and plights we poor souls must endure with strength. But what are we are stolen of our individual identities? What to struggle against?

Ohhhhhhhh. Perhaps even those efforts were worthless!

Mad Hatters need hats. Thus, today, this one cannot be a Mad Hatter. Amber Princess, one's Alice today, invite this fool to Wonderland and pour a cup of tea. Be kind, Your Highness, one feels naked today. It's bashful to show yours truly as bare to this world~ ♥

They insult once again.

Current Mood: bitchy

My, my~ What, this jester has wondered, could possibly stir such ruckus in this City of Cities. O fair ladies have become gents once more. And their gentle lords bashful hide their attributes beneath corset and long skirts (are these times for them? Or has this fool become outdated once more?).

Genders. Silly nothings. You experience how worthless they could be if at a whim they change to limit each of you in a new fashion? One doesn't believe in genders. One doesn't enjoy layered divisions a higher power sets upon us using the excuse of nature.

Ahhhhhhhhh. One's tongue surely has become loose! This Mad Hatter's sincerest apologies to the fine population that has just addressed. To prove one has good faith about the deities' decree:

Current Mood: contemplative

Worthless, he named this humble jester, never to rise from one's low position. Harsh words from a distant parent figure, one took up the challenge in a bashful modesty to make him see and understand.

How deadly worthlessness could be~ ♫

Parents should be more careful with their impressive, young children, pray for those to never become jesters or Mad Hatters as one did. Or why not? Join one's fold and enjoy mad tea parties and unbirthdays. Let us make worthlessness something enjoyable between us, fair ladies and just gentlemen. ♥

Sugar for all those who ask nicely. What about the young lady of noble birth?

{Kurai}

O Princess, one's Amber Highness, one's silence is broken after the flickering and fading of his golden aura.

Current Mood: amused

( From Alexiel, Belial the Mad Hatter, Integra Hellsing, Lilith, Romeo, Rue, Schrödinger, Youko )

Look at this! What a twist in this ongoing plot! The cries of a despaired City that for shame were repulsed at the idea of sampling of the neighbor's flesh in mindless wanton abandon has now turned around and decided skin makes of a delicious dessert by their consent.

...if only we added sugar to season us a few hours ago!

Hmm~, hmm~, this jester has spotted when the tragedy turned into a comedy. Was it the dinosaur? Ohhhhhhhh. It must have been!

Current Mood: mischievous

Greetings and Salutations, O Tourists of this City of Cities~

This is a day of meetings, reunions and celebrations that will remain in the collective memory of our fair Citizens and Tourists. A date of tears, joy, embarrassment and the lovely ruckus that keep this crowd a lovely sort! And what better way to spend the closing of your last incursion but in a show dedicated to honor your brief presences in our routines? Down to the rabbit hole, deep into the underground, this modest jester bids you welcome to Circus Carnivore's evening spectacle. A delight for your eyes, an ode to you, ladies and gentlemen, before the great exodus begin anew.

Follow the bone path; hear the tune of the violin that plays in the darkness~♫ Ahhhhhhh. This one requests your attendances as a humble servant to your whims. ♥

The growing auras of the Children of Heaven will flicker and fade in no time. The Witching Hour ticks closer.

Current Mood: mischievous

This modest fool's ears and eyes cannot believe it! A novel day when truths and untruths with their illegitimate children, the half-truths are flowing freely without restrictions. Hmm~, hmm~. One feels moved by the confessions witnessed, the intimacy involved in the affected pouring hearts.

There's a little truth in every lie. A talented swindler knows there is no more wondrous fiction than reality looked through stained-glass.

This jester has to wonder about reactions: if its a lie what is spoken or written down, tell me why, o City, do you shiver as a guilty person? ♥

Current Mood: amused

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. This won’t do! No, no, no. This can’t do! Ever heard of a Mad Hatter sans Hat? It’s the same of a Mad Hatter who isn’t Mad! O, City of Cities! Must you wound this jester so deeply? The grand collection one has kept since the first coming of these esoteric shores is gone! Not a pin or a scrap of black fabric left behind in one’s closet… Is presumptuous of one to hazard the accursed thief won’t be punished by this felony: City can’t punish its own fickle nature. One remains a damaged victim crippled by this loss.

Young assistant! Plucky, sugar deprived little beauty. This one throws the non-existent hat to your direction to be the ring leader tonight. The show must go on~ ♥

Unfortunate happening… This humble fool feels naked without a hat and has a shred of modesty to preserve. Embarrassing haircut… A shame for a jester!

One’s face. They bared one’s face.

(ooc; Mad Hatter isn’t missing hir hats, but the face paint/masks sie wears, so is clean face today like in the icon. Comment logs are welcome for those who work with hir but sie’ll be avoidant. Mood read as "embarrassed" ).

Current Mood: angry

( {Private} )

Current Mood: apathetic

So many stories, so many deaths and salvations. Gather around and listen to this humble one's tale! Would be a sweet honeyed-lie or a bare truth? What would this jester's tongue weave this time?

Him.

{Laughs darkly}

Wouldn't be suitable it is always about him? He nearly killed one once with his deride and spite. Ohhh. One could say his words did kill who one used to be and to be reborn as something new. A metamorphosis, a butterfly crawling out transformed from the garish chrysalis. Then, it was his empty silence what nearly killed the butterfly one had become, stole the false smiles and silver laughter from these lips, enough to consider end it.

A long silence one endured and, if one could, one would have died in bliss holding his inert body. How romantic, a jester-becoming-bride embracing the still King who is unmoved from his dark throne~ ♥

{Laughs. Amused}

Perish the thought, a clown is a clown even without make-up! A humorous retelling can't do good old-fashioned drama. This one is going to live forever waiting for what shall never have. One wouldn't die in another fashion. There's a reputation one has to keep and a smile to put on the Court's somber faces.

My, my, my... Speaking of tragedies and comedies, the Savior has fled from the City. How are you feeling, Your Highness? Weep not. A jester's too weak to a Princess' tear to resist your agony.

Current Mood: nostalgic

Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Circus Carnivore's Special All Hallows Show!


[A tall debonair figure clothed in purple silk tips the hem of a large hat at the attendants who cross the entrance of the Circus Carnivore. If the RingLeader is a man or a woman is up to anybody's guess.

The atmosphere is heavy underground and the darkness seems to grow within the Circus' confines. There's music afar to guide the people in the pitch black corridors, sweet notes that would ring inside their ears and may help them to overcome the potential dread waiting to haunt every corner of their minds.

What is unseen in the dark hallways? Why does the floor feel slim as dry blood? There's a gush of wind behind neck to create the hair-rise effects.

There's a light at the end of the corridor. Several bright neon and psychedelic blinding glows. The arena is set and waiting.

Mad Hatter beckons people to come inside and secretly grins. The demon knows better than go on wearing a disguise for this date. ]

(ooc; For those who want their characters turned into their costumes because they attended to Jack's concert and are lazy to open their own Action Posts. Here, use this, Mad Hatter won't be around unless is requested in subject/ooc messages, this is just for random costumization and not for jack/sabine coronation unless Asanji and Liz want, then you can use it. I was too lazy for tampered)

Current Mood: ecstatic

Small mercies in kind curses for some are dull events for others. Complains and thanks gracing the pages of the Network endlessly since the first week of this month. Ohhh. Why speak about what was or wasn't when there's what could be?

There's something more of importance on the horizon for this week! Allhallows Eve! The Circus Carnivore nocturnal show will count with a significant guest, his Royal Majesty, the Pumpkin King would grace this modest jester's arena with his presence. That's a rare honor to fancy. Ahhhh. There's so much to polish, Tyki, so many blocks to scrub clean just for you.

Work hard, set everything sublime for the haunting date! This one has a special duty assigned for you, Amber Princess, come and follow the White Rabbit, sweet Kurai~♥

One's waiting at the end of the dark tunnel.

(ooc; Any suggestions about Circus decoration/illusions/etc for the poor audience? Caru, a white rabbit will guide Kurai to Hatter and the Dragon. Action? P-Placeholder ish)

Current Mood: giddy