[right][h3][color=f26522][i][b]Alexander Furst[/b][/i][/color][/h3][/right][hr][color=gray][b]Confidants::[/b] Amari, Ava ([@addamas]), Hakuro, Igor ([@FalloutJack])
[b]Whereabouts::[/b] Velvet Room
[b]Day::[/b] Tuesday Evening[/color]
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Alex didn't even bother to suppress a giggle, much less a smile and raising a thumbs up with Amari's silly impression. He nodded along as he rolled his leg, looking over to Ava as she commented on his own behavior and shrugged, smirking and winking at her. [color=f26522]"Seriously? How is this creepy in the slightest,"[/color] he mused, throwing his arms in the air and shaking his head before waggling his finger at the duo.

[color=f26522]"Sure, he looks pretty weird, but he gives cool and mysterious vibes, [i]and[/i] makes me think of a tengu,"[/color] his finger moved over to Amari, focusing down on her, [color=f26522]"and her appearance is like her personality - it's pree' cute! Buuuuut, I digress"[/color] Chuckling and lying back into his seat, he remained silent as Hat Boy took the center stage, asking about this train as well.

He kept his ears glued to Igor as he began his explanation, rolling his head to take a glance outside of the train. This did actually give him some pause as he raised an eyebrow, his own beaming smile faltering for a second. Weren't there supposed to be tunnels? Hell, why were there tracks leading everywhere else haphazardly?

Honestly, this was probably the weirdest thing about this dream to him. Besides those cards on the table

Actually, what was the deal with those? Alex rolled his head back to look at the mysterious conductor of this whole train, if he even was the conductor, soaking up all the information he could recall. [i][color=f26522]"Of course he's using Jungian concepts here; picked all this up from Mr. Roscoe."[/color][/i]

There was a twinkle in his eye as he nodded, as if he was listening to the beat of a song. Of course, as the words continued to flow, it circled around back to his original question, thanks to The Hat commenting on the lack of answered to Alex's own questions. [color=f26522]"Thanks bud,"[/color] he murmured, nodding at what the boy said before giving Igor his complete attention.

It didn't take but a minute to explain the rest of these concepts, something he believed were fairly simple, but the way Ava was just looking with a thousand-yard stare was telling him otherwise. [color=f26522]"Ava, I can put it into simpler terms for ya."[/color] Raising a fist to his mouth and clearing his throat, he ricocheted off the seat, standing upright as he looked at the girl. This would be a good way to review, all while having fun with these concepts.

[color=f26522]"Bayyyyyysically he's talking about the collective unconscious, something shared by all humans. From what I can infer, we are currently on what is the physical manifestation of the unconscious, these railroad tracks, at least, that's what I think. In any case, the three of us are taking some sort of journey through the collective unconscious I'm guessing, and that it'll be dangerous. [i]However[/i], for every dark, there must be light and the Velvet Room functions as our light, a place to keep us safe from the danger. And, to act as the cherry on top, we are simultaneously the conductors and passengers of this journey to find purpose."[/color]

Stretching one arm upwards, while crossing the other behind him, he sucked in a huge amount of air before sighing and fanning himself off in a dramatic fashion. [color=f26522][i]"Well, that was a somewhat decent review, I suppose."[/i][/color] Once he was finished, he pivoted to face Igor and Amari, and without a second thought-

[color=f26522]"With that said, Igor,"[/color] Alex heartily announced as he snapped his finger, pointing a finger gun at Mr. Long Nose, [color=f26522]"how do we exactly start this journey? Oh, and what's up with those cards?"[/color]

[hr][color=gray][b]Confidants::[/b] Laurence ([@LetMeDoStuff]), Merja ([@Typical]), Mikhail ([@Letter Bee])
[b]Whereabouts::[/b] Evergreen Library
[b]Day::[/b] Thursday Afternoon[/color]
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[color=f26522]"There's [i]nothing[/i] to be intrigued by,"[/color] Alex announced to the trio with a scowl that continued to slowly darken as he strode towards the trio. It was difficult to tell, but whenever he gazed over the three, his own visage seemed to soften just a tinge; for Mikhail, not so much, as his face would harden at the sight of this kid.

[color=f26522]"And calling it a 'discussion is giving too much credit to this kid,"[/color] he spat venom as much as he looked at Mikhail. Sucking in a deep breath of air and breathing out, Alex was completely red in the face, and trying to cool down had done nothing to quash the sheer resentment he felt right now. Lifting a bag in one hand and tossing it over to the side while digging his nails into his palms, Alex bit his lip before looking at his friend.

[color=f26522]"Merja,"[/color] his voice quivered, every bone in his body wanting to explode on that piece of trash she was chatting with, held back only by sheer willpower as he coolly continued. [color=f26522]"I... don't know why you're dating this kid, none of my business anyways,"[/color] he grumbled in a disappointed manner, [color=f26522]"but two things are for certain."[/color] He sighed, eyeing daggers at the other kid before clearing his throat and leaning in-between the chairs.

[color=f26522]"For one, I don't give two shits about his nicknames,"[/color] he held up a finger, eyes shifting between the two, [color=f26522]"but more importantly..."[/color] That finger he held up came down to point at Mikhail before he shook it, like a mother scolding a child.

[color=f26522]"This... [i]scumbag[/i] is straight up manipulating you,"[/color] it took a lot of restraint just to not shout it out, saying it mostly through his teeth before pausing for a moment to let that sink in between the lot of them.

While this was going on, Alex proceeded to push himself back and crossing his arms. Taking a slight step back, he looked over at the hand he dug his nails into, noting that it was on the brink of bleeding before turning back to observe their reactions. He could only pray that Merja came to a similar conclusion and didn't continue to pity this kid.

That pity was nothing but a farce to him, after all.