[Sorry for the double post, but it's an actual reply post and I thought more of you would know I updated if I posted again x3]
?Hatter Maddigan ?
Hatter finished threading the needle just as Nikolai returned with the bottle. He looked a bit antsy as he handed off the bottle of alcohol and Hatter looked at him worriedly as he uncapped the bottle with his mouth. Spitting out the top, he looked up as Nikolai blamed his brother for this happening and Ikar defended the wounded man. Damien, however, seemed to agree with his twin and Hatter sighed, getting a slight headache from everyone conversing while he was trying to work.
He had lost his skill of ignoring others while he worked, a skill he once did beautifully back when he was able to be free from leadership. Exhaling a bit loudly, he gave a pointed look to the twins. "Niko, mind not tormentin' your brother for a bit and give me some peace o' mind while I try an' get 'im fixed up? Lou, go check on Peter. He should be up on the streets an' I'm sure he'd love to play with ya. Anythin' goes wrong, you let outta howl. An' you," he said, motioning to Damien. "A rooster is on top of a roof, and lays an egg, which way does the egg roll?" An insane shine sparked in the Mad Hatter's eye for a second before he turned his attention to the wound. "Think carefully," he advised, trying to distract the sorcerer from the stinging pain of the alcohol about to be poured on the wound. Tilting the bottle ever so slightly, the clear liquid spilled onto the wound. The madman wiped at the wound with a clean cloth and came at him with the needle, stitching as fast as his hands could work while still trying to keep the body still.
[Answer: Roosters don't lay eggs, hens do. There is no egg!]
?Peter Pan ?
The king's followers began to drag the elf through the streets, following the dog. "Hmph. Yeah right. Even if it lasts that long, they can still find me. We got dogs and I still have a scent, ya know." A thought seemed to come to the elf as his face blanked before he let out an obnoxious crowing noise that echoed through the pretty quiet streets. This used to be a celebratory call when he was very little and still fought pirates, but now it was his panic noise, though it wasn't so much panicky as it was irritating. It was then a guard finally had enough of the loud mouth redhead and tied fabric over his mouth to keep him quiet, but it only served to mute him slightly. Peter, who had lacked energy since they started moving, was now thrashing against the men who held him like a child throwing a tantrum. His crowing was still audible and was now mixed with his shouts of pain as the guards began to hit him to get him to calm down.
The sight of the snake approaching made Pan pause in his tantrum, the guards holding him again. Being pretty small and eatable, the elf naturally had a small fear of anything big, but this fear didn't show on his face or in his posture. Instead, he looked braver, lifting his head and narrowing his eyes at the snake, suspicious and confused by the animal's intentions. Though the elf seemed to be brave, his stance was tense. This could be because of his restraints, but Peter knew it was that small bit of fear keeping him so tense.
He had, of course, heard of the large anaconda since he was young, but he had never met him. He never really understood who was against each other under King Rayth. The houses all seemed to hate each other and Pan didn't quite understand this since he assumed they all did the same thing.
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