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kat_in_a_box2012-12-12 02:09 pm
scratch_doctor) wrote in kat_in_a_box2012-12-12 02:09 pm
>Scratch and Handmaid: Enter
Who: Doc Scratch and the Handmaid
Where: Hinoto-Ri
Summary: Scratch and the Handmaid arrive in a strange new place, far away from Alternia or even their universe.
Warnings: Language, violence.
It takes Scratch only a minute to gather his bearings, straightening himself up and fixing his bow tie as he looks around his new settings. The strangeness of the entire setting is concerning, and terribly off-putting. He'd never heard of this place before, not in his entire lifetime- not in any of his lifetimes. It didn't make sense. This was an alternate version of Earth, correct? Regardless of whether or not it was relevant to him in his goals, his timeline, and his own universe, the knowledge about it should still be there, archived carefully someplace in his mind.
However, where usually frustration, or perhaps even a minor upset of anger would usually exist with this prospect of being horribly, terribly lost... Doc Scratch was honestly more curious than anything, and all of his perfectly planned actions had to be entirely rethought.
This place was begging for leadership, wasn't it? Well, the First Guardian would be happy to oblige in giving it some direction... but first things first, there was a certain girl that he had to take care of, one that had somehow come along with him in the confusion.
Teleporting beside her, Scratch's cue ball head is tilted upwards at the sky. He doesn't address her with greetings, or even the familiar stern discipline. It wouldn't do any good right now, not when they were so far estranged from the paths they'd been destined to walk. Scratch was... even uncertain about that destiny now. To be removed from his fate was the greatest single upset that he'd every experienced, and he was still trying to get a handle on how to deal with it.
Cordial politeness dictated that he not ignore his charge, however, no matter what their fates.
"Well, isn't this a peculiar predicament we've found ourselves in?"
Where: Hinoto-Ri
Summary: Scratch and the Handmaid arrive in a strange new place, far away from Alternia or even their universe.
Warnings: Language, violence.
It takes Scratch only a minute to gather his bearings, straightening himself up and fixing his bow tie as he looks around his new settings. The strangeness of the entire setting is concerning, and terribly off-putting. He'd never heard of this place before, not in his entire lifetime- not in any of his lifetimes. It didn't make sense. This was an alternate version of Earth, correct? Regardless of whether or not it was relevant to him in his goals, his timeline, and his own universe, the knowledge about it should still be there, archived carefully someplace in his mind.
However, where usually frustration, or perhaps even a minor upset of anger would usually exist with this prospect of being horribly, terribly lost... Doc Scratch was honestly more curious than anything, and all of his perfectly planned actions had to be entirely rethought.
This place was begging for leadership, wasn't it? Well, the First Guardian would be happy to oblige in giving it some direction... but first things first, there was a certain girl that he had to take care of, one that had somehow come along with him in the confusion.
Teleporting beside her, Scratch's cue ball head is tilted upwards at the sky. He doesn't address her with greetings, or even the familiar stern discipline. It wouldn't do any good right now, not when they were so far estranged from the paths they'd been destined to walk. Scratch was... even uncertain about that destiny now. To be removed from his fate was the greatest single upset that he'd every experienced, and he was still trying to get a handle on how to deal with it.
Cordial politeness dictated that he not ignore his charge, however, no matter what their fates.
"Well, isn't this a peculiar predicament we've found ourselves in?"
She landed in Aries district~
In fact, Handmaid couldn't help but laugh. She was finally, totally free. No more bedroom, no more Scratch, no more fate... where ever the hell this place was, it was the greatest place she had ever seen. She could smell the fresh air, hear the hustle and bustle of real people going about their daily lives free of unwanted obligations and masters... it was amazing. The young girl slunk to her knees on the sidewalk, content to just stare as people walked by, and not even caring in the slightest at the stares she was receiving due to her unusual look and attire. She could see restaurants, food stands, little shops... and she even saw her own sign dotting around the landscape next to things written in the human alphabet. Maybe this place had been made just for her? It was selfish to think of, but most of her life she had lived indulging herself in fantasies. Handmaid allowed herself several long moments sitting there taking the whole place in, mouth curled up into a smile so big it hurt.
A nearby sweet potato food stand began wafting its smell over to her, and she could feel her stomach begin to rumble with hunger. Scratch had never been too keen on letting her eat sweets and junks foods-- occasionally she would get a taste of black licorice when he wasn't looking, but usually the attempts would end with her meeting the bristle side of his discipline broom. Mouth watering, she stumbled her way over to the stand, making eye contact with the salesperson who looked very uncomfortable, and then--
Suddenly Scratch.
God fucking damnit. She immediately pulls the wands out of her hair and points them at Scratch's chest, throat letting out a low growl. Out of her peripheral vision she could see the shopkeeper ducking behind his stand in fear of the two standing in the middle of the street, which only made her feel worse. "You." Handmaid finally managed, eyes flickering with multiple colors as she began to channel her power. "I thought you were gone!"
Of course she did~
"It seems we've come to this strange place together." He holds his hands behind his back casually as he regards her threatening position.
"Now, now, I don't think using your powers so destructively out in public like this is such a good idea, is it? I know that you're terribly good at terrifying others, as it's what you've been trained to do your entire life, but I don't believe it would help us to reach any desirable conclusions as to our current whereabouts or situation at the moment.
Please settle down, young lady."
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"Hmpf."
He had a point. No use going after him this instant when she didn't even know where in the world they were or how they got there. There was no doubt in her mind that Scratch did, what with his First Guardian abilities, so she might as well humor him in his explanations. Handmaid pins her hair back up with her wands, crossing her arms over her chest with a continued air of defiance despite her current willingness to listen.
"Where are we, then?"
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"We're in a city called Hinoto-Ri. We are no longer orbiting Alternia, nor are we anywhere near the planet." He looks back down at his young pupil. "We've arrived on Earth. An alternate version of it, anyway. Currently, I find that we are outside of our set timeline."
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Well, the 'Earth' bit certainly made sense, considering there were humans everywhere she looked, not to mention Handmaid had already noticed the Earth alphabet on signs around the area, but outside the timeline?
"How is this even possible?"
Excitement had begun to well up in her chest again, though. If they were outside the timeline, that meant no Lord English. And if there was no Lord English, that meant that there was no fate for her to be resigned to any longer... and no reason for Scratch to keep her locked up. Even though her mentor was here with her, that didn't mean that there wasn't still a chance of her having the freedom she had always dreamed of.
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Scratch notices the surprise on the Handmaid's face, and can't help but let out a low chuckle. That chuckle was anything but innocent; it was deep, chiding, mocking. The young lady had thought that Scratch would simply turn her loose due to this odd turn of events? How sweet, how adorable. How utterly wrong.
He'll have to make his position clear.
"Young Handmaid, we will need a place to stay, I believe I've procured an apartment for the two of us. There, I can outline the conditions of our new settlement."
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"..."
Handmaid stares at him for a long moment, displeasure very evident. But they both knew how utterly hopeless it was for her, didn't they? And despite her deeply rooted desire, the more rational part of her brain can't help but remind her that she knew nothing of how to take care of herself. After all, he had raised her since she was a tiny grub, newly arrived on the planet from her meteor crash. If she were to be let loose, Handmaid wouldn't have a clue what to do besides get as far away from Scratch as possible. God, she fucking hated her life.
"Fine."
She spits the words out as venomously as possible, placing her hands on her hips and staring Scratch straight in the eyes he didn't have. Her body language was clear: She was cooperating, for now. She'd find a way to act out, just like she always did.
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"We'll be going then." And in typical First Guardian fashion, with no warning, Scratch teleports to two of them to a familiar looking apartment. Everything is already green, and the furniture is all the same, but everything still needs to be settled and rearranged. The two of them, however, are sat at a table with a pot of tea steaming between them and two tea cups on saucers on either side. There's a bowl of candies sitting nearby.
"Let me pour you some tea, and we can discuss our new arrangements. I think you'll find the deal sweeter than you anticipated." He begins to pour her a cup of tea, as he said he would.
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Handmaid's brow quirks upwards, and meanwhile she casually eyes the cup as he pours, as if she was contemplating knocking it off the table like she had done to him so many times in the past. But no, not right now. She was too intrigued by the way he had chosen to word that response, and the taste of freedom was sweet on her tongue once more. He benefited just as much from Lord English being gone as she did, didn't he? He had no one left to speak for, no one left to listen to...
She was curious where this would go. The passive aggression could wait a moment.