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[b][u][center]Outside the Castle[/center][/u][/b]

Before Vincent could begin his scathing, and oh so witty retort towards Songbird, the atmosphere bristling with electric tension, he was suddenly grabbed by one of the same vines he had just been tugging off, and after being splattered with saliva or whatever the hell it was, was suddenly shot through the air, his sight of his companions disappearing instantly and his world being replaced by stomach churning spinning, over and over again for what felt like eternity before his body suddenly landing in the spongy, springy marshmallow crash mat. 

“Well, Mr. Grieves, how nice of you to join us. Fancy the sky’s much bluer when you’re sailing through it,” Songbird’s tone was dripping with the sarcasm that none of the other guides dared to talk with. Then again, the dude pissed him off within the first few seconds of their meeting, so he could kiss good conduct hasta la vista, baby.

Rising to wobbly feet, Vincent stumbled forwards, almost tripping over himself several times as he looked towards the Nobody, to his three human companions and Froggy, as well as a queer beaver bus driver whom had just kindly drove them all to the castle in a minibus. The fact that there was actual transportation would have probably registered with Vincent if it wasn’t for the fact that his thoughts were now transfixed entirely on one person. On him. Songbird. Vincent just stared at him, quietly staring as his feet grew stronger, his stance more confident, his stomach less vomit ready. Staring, and thinking. 

‘That weird freak’s not too bad afterall.’ 

For any other person, Songbird’s reaction might have prompted crushing sadness or raging anger. For Vincent, it was respect. 

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[b][u][center]Inside the Castle[/center][/u][/b]

Sometime later, and again who can tell precisely how much time later considering the screwy natures by which Fox has gifted her rp with, the new quartet of hommuns, led by their Nobody guides had been led into the castle, and led further on towards the magnificent dining hall that awaited them on the other side of a magnificent pair of double doors at the end of the corridor. Vincent was rendered transfixed and speechless, with his jaw hanging low as his eyes swept their regal surroundings, being suitably impressed by everything that he saw. Normally, Vincent didn’t have any real taste for this kind of building or the décor that it had, having no desire to really associate or be surrounded by any sort of posh pricks who might live in such a place, but Nowhere’s castle was that magnificent, that much of an incredible spectacle that it demanded attention. Again, Vincent was left impressed. 

He wanted the castle.

“And here we are! The Queen and the other humans are right through here and, please! Remember your manners!”

The doors were gently opened, and Riley, Vincent, Lesley and Inadi were shepherded by Songbird and Froggy into the Dining Hall, and to the awaiting presence of several new strangers. Vincent emitted an impressed whistle, at both the splendour of the dining hall and these new humans, a wide grin stretching across his face as he took them all in. 

Women. Thank god most of them were women. 

Of the six figures that were there, four of them were women. It was easy to make out which of them was the Queen, dressed in such priceless frocks as she was. A bit too frilly for Vincent’s tastes, but she was pretty enough. And the other girls… well, they weren’t too bad either. 

His attention immediately turned to Ace. With a bombshell body like that and a pretty face, it wasn’t hard for Vincent to be automatically enamoured by her. Jasper and Leila were good looking too, although not quite Vincent’s type. Both of them were pretty in their own right, but they had a… lithe, demureness to them that didn’t match Vincent’s appetite. Jasper’s hair colour was striking, and the dress she was wearing suited her well. But she was… lacking a little [i]something.[/i] Leila, on the other hand, wasn’t lacking. She was huge! There was nothing wrong with tall girls, they were hot, but she was way too tall! Even then, the three ladies provided nice eye candy, and if there was one thing Vincent loved, it was candy. Maybe his wish was finally coming true after all. Riley and Lesley provided a nice start. These four ladies continued that tradition. 

And there, nestled in-between all of them was Harper Riddle. Small, quiet, unassuming man, outnumbered by a bevy of babes… Vincent silently nodded to himself. Little shorty was a playa. Respect.

He walked forwards, thrusting his fist out and prompting the young man to stick his own out for Vincent to strike. Fistbump. He then turned his attention to the rest of the ladies, and slid his hands through the saliva still permeating parts of his body, using it to slick back his messy, unkempt hair, to try and present some kind of decorum and good impression (if there was one thing Ma Grieves always said, it was to make a good first impression to a lady), before offering his (still wet and sticky) hand out to any one of the ladies to take. 

“’sup. My name’s Vincent, but you ladies can call me Vinny. It’s a… pleasure to meet you.” His foxish grin widened further, before he looked towards Ace. That hot babe had just said to him the magic word. “Where’s the sweets?”