Act 3
And with it comes dread and the relativity of it all"Excellent! " Mr. Abraham chirped "But I suppose you lad have such a strange name, never mind that and let's get you fixed up. " the strange man said and Tokoyami raised an eyeridge in confusion before looking at himself— he never noticed the bandages around his body including the ones loosely tied to his head, blood stained they seemed and now he just saw the blood trickling down from invisible wounds that now had pooled around his feet.
"Oh. " Tokoyami only slightly frowned, unsure of how to react, "Well, um, sorry about that. " he looked over to the other and Me. Abraham only shook his head in assurance, "Do not worry, Mr. Percival will take care of it. " he waved his metal 'hand' in dismissal and Tokoyami only nodded in recognition.
For a dream, this seems vaguely familiar although strange by the looks of it. A force unknown to him carries this vessel though there is no sign of any watery thing that keeps it going. Has he gone to the rabbit hole and entered a realm stranger than wonderland itself? He never thought of the dreams he had gone through in his life and this one has been the weirdest in his book; making him experience this particular one has been as peculiar as it could be that his mind could muster.
Obviously, Mr. Abraham was the captain of this boat as he seemed to order off the other two and had lead Tokoyami to the navigation area. The boat also looked as if it is larger on the inside despite it's small look on the outside, scraps and pipes and wires scattered about on the vessel creaking floor. The structure appeared old as well considering the looks of it, some parts and corners rusted here and there as little driblets of a yellow substance dropped from the pipes of where corners seemed older.
Suddenly he saw on of the crew floating in front of him, he seemed to be just a floating tin can with one glowing hole that he could only assume are for the eyes than anything else that he could possibly decipher for the likes of him.
"Upupupupup! Apologies sir! " the strange things said to him as he entered the navigation area, stopping right in front of his face to not let him go any further in into the room. "I suppose there has been misunderstanding! We secure passages for those who can secure compensation! Where is your payment, good sir? "
"Payment? " Tokoyami only asked though he tried to find anything that might be on him, tapping on the sides of his black sweatpants to find anything but unfortunately not something, "I'm sorry but I don't have anything with me, not since I woke up here anyway. " the bird-headed teen reasoned and the bucket of bolts only leaned in closer, "If you don't have payment for passage then our business here is concluded! " they said to him and he stepped back a bit further from the floating thing.
"Mister Theodore. "
Said crewmate turned around to meet the gaze of the ship's master, "Captain? " the newly named Mr. Theodore asked in question, "Let him board. " Mr. Abraham told him and the other only began to protest if not for the further order of the captain.
"Very well. " and with that Mr. Theodore left to tend his duties, leaving the other two in question alone in the room.
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Somewhere in a dimension half touching ours, the tugboat, Cassiopeia, continues it's strange voyage through the lower seas.
"This all must seem to be strange to you, peculiar lad. "
Mr. Abraham began as he continued to stir the wheel, said boy only looked at him before returning his gaze forward, saying nothing. "Everything here is recognizable enough to be familiar, but different enough to be unsettling. " the captain told him and he felt something shift— not inside from his strangely enough, but around him in hindsight and for a moment he saw something not in front or outside the windows of the ship; but the rooms and corners of eyes.
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Fates and Roses
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