After walking off in a cheery giggle, Songbird didn't look as amused as he had been just a couple of seconds ago, yet a malicious smirk was playing across the curve of his grin. Almost like he knew some hilarious misfortune was about to dawn itself upon the group. Half the Nobody's facial features were covered by the curved tip of his hat, but he reached up to slide it back a bit nearing the nape of his neck, his right eye came peeking out in a rather dashing surprise. It was beautiful really. While some would think it horrifying, he saw heterochromia as a sort of beautiful defect. A trait to be admired rather than disgusted. Marveling at the color contrast between his two irises, it caught him off guard with a shocking yelp as a fanged vine snaked out from its kind to bare its teeth at Vince, letting out an ear shattering roar, plant goop spewing from its mouth for a good added measure. Once it appeared satisfied with growling at the offender's face, the live plant decided to haul the human up into the air by his hood and without much effort, the angry greenery chucked him castlebound. All that remained of Vince in the sky within a couple of seconds was a
twinkling star in the distant. Lesley's mouth gaped open, horrified. 'Is he dead? Oh my poopertrain!' he thought, covering his lips until a minibus showed up to ride them the rest of the way to the palace. How ironic. Vince had to pull some dumb stunt and get sent flying across the horizon right before his awaited wish actually became reality.
Stepping into the wooden vehicle, it was a pleasant structure. Sturdy enough to carry a sizable amount of humans and bring them to their destination, he hoped. The seats were comfortable, lined with soft moss as cushioning. They hadn't chugged along for an extended period until they came to a hovering stop over a marshmallow landing. It seemed that Nowhere was prepared for these sorts of incidents. They even had a soft catching pad for rule breakers like Vince. Watching the double doors of the bus slide open and bend, Songbird was the first to great the misfit with a sarcastic comment.
Songbird:“Well, Mr. Grieves, how nice of you to join us. Fancy the sky’s much bluer when you’re sailing through it"
A smug expression was plastered across the miscreants face as he struggled to make his way onto the bus. The marshmallow too soft and moldable to enable a flat, hard surface efficient for bipedal visitors. A sigh of relief flushed out of Lesley. He was glad that they hadn't just witnessed a human death right there and then when the plantation flung him just a few minutes ago. Following the next couple of moments, the floating aircraft came to a huffing halt, and parked itself at the base of the castles transportation sector.
Songbird: “Lesley Labelle, Inadi Sihma, Riley Grayson. It’s nice to meet you. We are within the lower level of Her Majesty Queen Delirium’s castle. This is the depot which houses incoming courier minibuses and other small aircraft. We’ll take the lift to the right and arrive directly on the floor where the grand hall is located, where the Queen is waiting along with the other humans. I hope you all get along with each other. In any case, let us be off!"
The interior of the palace literally screamed royalty. Gold and jewels lined the walls. Candy decor and glossy furniture and works of art. Many of which looked like it had been hand carved and predictably took weeks upon weeks of hard, unrelenting work. Tiling on the floor contained strange paintings of lands he assumed were scenes that could be seen in Nowhere. One of which he recognized as the base of the giant beanstalk elevator that they had previously rode. Lost in the wordless architectures and designs the palace had to offer, Lesley hadn't realized that they had finally stopped at an entrance until the Candy Cane greeter announced it, "Nice to meet you hummons, I'm sure you'll love it here!"
A pair of doors parted and they then were ushered on into a grand dining room, a bunch of other humans met them at the door, presumably seated around a humongous dining table lined with desserts of all kinds before hearing the knock on the door. It seemed they had prepared it all. The Queen was the first to appear and Lesley could tell by her outfit and candied crown. She seemed young actually, but Lesley wasn't one to question. A hyper looking female was the first to pipe up following her majesty's warm welcome.
Ace: "Hi there! Welcome to the group! I'm Ace! I'm sure you guys'll have fun with us. And, Oh you should try the sweets! They're wonderful!" She sounded jubilant, a ball of energy really. Her chest bounced up and down as she greeted them with much happiness and eager. On a sugar high maybe? With all the sugary goodness around, it wouldn't be a shocker.
Vince:“’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?” Vince stepped up and fist bumped the frail male standing between the bunch of girls, but hastily moved on to his true motives. Impressing the ladies of course. The pale, skinny, white haired one immediately shrunk away from his out reach and he couldn't blame her. Vince wasn't necessarily the most approachable looking male around.
“Yes, Vincent. Though I'm sure with the lack of wit, manners and charm I'm sure a much simpler way of gathering this one's attention would be Vinvin." Inadi once again showed up the extroverted male with his own charming retorts, poking fun at the rebellious blonde. Shortly after, he sequentially seconded the statement with his own personal intro before running off to the food ridden buffet that awaited them.
"Oh why hello my darlings!
I,"
he paused to press a hand over his chest, lips pursing in queer ducklips before he opened them up to resume speaking with a sticky sounding
pop,"I am Lesley LaBelle! Glad to finally meet you adorable little munchkins!" He cooed in finality, the tone in his voice oozed annoying, sassy aunt.
Inadi:“So your highness, if I may be so kind to ask, when will we all be leaving back for our homes?”
Cupping his face with a gasp, he grabbed Inadi by the arm abruptly and dragged him into a seat at the table, clasping a palm over the male's mouth. "How dare you naughty boy! We just got here. How disrespectful!", he wagged a finger in front of Inadi, brows curled in scrutiny before he released his hold on the aforementioned's mouth.
"Besides, we just met darling. Why would you want to leave so suddenly?", his attention was on a strawberry tart, he took a bite out of it slowly, trying hard to look as seductive as possible. Seeing as Inadi seemed to just sit there in his seat, Lesley grinned devilishly before placing a disturbing hand on the thigh opposite of him. "Do you wish to take a bite?", he leaned forward a bit, bringing the already bitten sweet closer to Inadi's lips in a rather cattish stance.
