There was a note on your locker.
And it wasn't even close to being hidden. It was dead smack in the middle of the door for the world to see. Clearly this person had the confidence of the seven themselves or they really didn't have anything to hide within the contents of said letter.
That being said, upon closer inspection, there was no name on it to indicate who sent it. There was nothing on the front of the envelope besides your name, which was elegantly scrawled across the middle of the blank space in dark purple ink. Despite the bold action of smacking it dead on the outside of the locker, there was still the fact that whoever it was didn't want you to know who sent it to you, at least not yet. Maybe it was a kind of scavenger hunt? Or maybe they weren't ready to tell you just yet, summoning courage behind closed doors and fake facades until they had enough saved up for a burst of adrenalized determination.
You peeled the letter off the locker, carefully sliding it into your bag to read later. The letter practically burned a hole in your thoughts as you walked to your next class. You wanted to discover the contents of the letter as soon as possible, but Crewel would have your hide if you were late to another one of his classes. The investigation would have to wait.
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You practically ran back to Ramshackle when classes were over, ignoring Ace’s question of whether he could possibly cheat off study with you in favor of starting your investigation sooner. Hurridly taking your shoes off at the door you slid into the dorm, making a beeline for your room and brushing past the disgruntled cat roommate. Once you reached said room you closed the door with your foot and threw your bag onto the bed, opening it to fish out the letter. If you were going to start your investigation, reading the contents would be the best start.
Breaking the seal on the envelope, the slip of paper was carefully pulled out and flipped open with a snap. It read:
Dear Prefect,
I will make it clear up front that this letter is not to be shown to anyone else. While I'm sure your curious as to who the sender of this letter is and want all the help you can get, I believe you will find the end result much more satisfying if solved by yourself. Think of it as a scavenger hunt of sorts. Please fight off the temptation to do so the best you can.
At the end of every two days a new letter will appear in your locker, each with a different clue or clues that should allow you to deduct who I am. The end result, should you solve the puzzle, will be one that I believe you will enjoy. I eagerly await your efforts.
-Anonymous
Well, that didn't help much, save for the fact the letter sounded suspiciously formal. Either this was truly how the sender wrote letters, or it was one heck of a ploy to throw you off. Regardless the letter was well crafted, the sender being clever enough to leave enough clues to get a start.
Hints:
-Elegant handwriting
-purple ink
-formal tone
Now came the harder part: narrowing down the suspects. There wasn't much to go off of, but perhaps waiting for the next letter would provide better points in the right direction.
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Feel free to leave your ideas on who it could be in the comments or in reblogs :>
Messenger Arrows
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Word Count: 1.0k
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff/Crack
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Character: Rook Hunt
Headcannon: If someone was dating Rook, they would have to be on edge a lot because he has a habit of firing arrows at them, with either poems or small notes attached. It's a nice gesture, but it's a bit nerve-wracking to have an arrow whiz an inch away from your nose and stick into the wall. Thank the sevens he has good aim.
A/N: I apologize in advance my fancy letter writing isn't the best, but I tried. 😅
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*whizzzzzZZZZZZZZZ THUNK*
Ah yes, the usual afternoon arrow, perfectly on time, stuck in the wall, and of course only flew around two centimeters away from Ace's nose.
"GEEZUS!" He yelped, taking a step away from the arrow and holding a hand in front of his face defensively. "AGAIN!?"
"Ace this happens every single afternoon." You said, rolling your eyes as you went to dislodge the arrow from the wall. Ace did his own rolling of eyes right back, lowering his hand once confirming a second thin, scarily well aimed missile wasn't going to take his nose out permanently.
"I know, but why does he have to nick my nose everytime he does it!" He said exasperated, sending a glare towards the spot where Rook definitely was not residing. "It's as if he's doing it on purpose, WHICH HE PROBABLY IS!" The arrow came out of the wall after a good minute of tugging, impressing you and simultaneously scaring your friend further with the sheer amount of force the arrow must have been fired with. Tiny missile indeed.
As usual a pristine white envelope was tied to the arrow, its secrets sealed by red wax with a feather stamping. The envelope itself had been attached to the arrow with a purple ribbon, now fluttering loosely in the light breeze that blew into the hallway from the open windows. You flipped the envelope in your hands a few times, admiring the elegant cursive writing on the the front of it: For my little trickster.
"Oh my seven it's a letter not a forbidden scroll of curses just open the thing!" Ace grumbled, tapping his foot with the impatience of Leona himself. Cue eye roll part 2.
After perching thyself on the windowsill so the hallway wouldn't be blocked, you set the arrow to your side so you could return it to Rook when you...no when he 'coincidentally' ran into you again. Breaking the wax seal carefully you opened the letter, sliding the thin paper out while simultaneously ignoring the nosy first year trying to read the letter over your shoulder.
"Ace I swear to Tsunotaro I will sacrifice you to Riddle if you don't stop snooping." You hissed, shoving his face away with your free hand.
"It's not snooping, it's intel gathering-" He snapped his mouth shut once he noticed the serious look on your face. That morning he had accidentally turned a rose bush purple while trying to magic them to red. The blame had managed to be shifted to another unfortunate underclassman but you had witnessed the screw up before he could figure out how to 'fix' it. Turns out having blackmail is fairly effective in getting pesky first years to scooch three feet to the left.
With the angry Ace now standing far enough away to not be able to snoop, you turned your gaze down to read the letter in your hands:
My Darling Trickster,
Another sun has risen over the distant horizon, a new day had begun from it's appearance, bathing the land in it's radiant glow. And yet it fails to shine as brightly as you. How could it? Your beauty shines so brightly it puts the stars to shame! Let us enjoy this new day together until the moon slips into the sky and sends us to slumber once again. I will wait patiently for you in the thicket of roses, we shall make this day a good one.
Yours Truly, Rook Hunt
Well, it looks like you had a date that afternoon.
"It's the sappiness for me-"
Ace got slapped with the envelope.
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Okay, the message arrows were cool as an afternoon thing, not so much a 'wake-up-and-nearly-get-slammed-with-a-close-flying-arrow.' It was especially nerve wracking to see a wooden shaft around an inch away from the tip of your nose, still slightly trembling from its impact into the wooden walls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was as if the arrow had struck any hint of sleepiness you had, killing it in a single hit.Grim had been equally shocked by the sudden attack, having jumped from his perch on the bed and skittering away to protect his tuna stash. The traitor.
Carefully reaching upwards, you pulled the arrow out of the wall easily. Considering how worn down the walls were already it wasn't a shock it came out easier than from the stone walls of the school hallways. Once again the arrow held a white envelope, tied on with a yellow ribbon this time but still the same scenario as last afternoon.
Sitting upright in the bed you detached the letter from the arrow, putting the ribbon in the jar you had on the nightstand. It would be a waste not to save them, they were some high quality ribbons. The arrow meanwhile got unceremoniously shoved off the bed, clattering on the floor while you opened the envelope. The letter was shorter this time, probably out of courtesy since you had only just woken up.
Good morning Monsieur Trickster!
The birds have awoken and started their songs of the day, filling the air with colorful notes and melodies. It would be a shame for you to miss such a wonderful morning. I will await by your humble abode to escort you to the school building in an hour. We shall enjoy the blissful morning together!
Yours Truly, Rook Hunt
You felt your heart flutter a bit, the sweet words of the letter brushing away the initial shookithness of the way the message made its way into the building. You took a glance at the time before slipping out of bed, striding over to the wardrobe in order to start getting ready. While you loved your boyfriend dearly, you may have to have a talk with him about his method of delivering notes.
He could still do the arrows in the afternoon don't get it wrong, but maybe in the mornings he could find a less violent way to get the messages to you. You didn't want him to stop completely though. As startling as they were you had to admit, you had grown fond of his messenger arrows.
I love how I've been referred to as 'the Felix person' but I'm alright. How you be hooman?
hey felix person how are you
Riddle: Sebek, leave the portrait of Malleus in the dorm for this trip!
Sebek: *aggressively hugging the Malleus portrait in a crouched position* MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS
writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
*Mc back on their taking names too literal streak*
Mc:.......
Floyd: :>
Mc: your not a leech, your an eel
Floyd:....wut 0-0
Mc: your last name is leech, but your an eel not a leech
Floyd: and?
Mc: Why isn't your last name accurate >:[
Jade: Prefect I think it would be odd.if we were called 'Floyd Eel' and 'Jade Eel'
Mc: ...fair point fair point
*points towards Azul*
Mc: But can we at least call him Ink Ashengrotto so his name is somewhat accurate?
Floyd: PFFFFFT-
Azul: Excuse me...WHAT
Mc: you know, cause your black not blue
Azul: THERE ARE BETTER WORDS
Mc: I mean yeah but...your an octopus that is
black so I figured ink made sense
Azul: >:[
*Jade and Floyd dying of laughter*
*Leona standing next to Malleus*
Leona: Your taller
Malleus: ?
Leona: how f*cking dare you
MC: If you have a residential conman from the Coral Sea living near you and his trio won't leave you alone, here's a tip on how to get him to stop :]
*Jade, Floyd and Azul all floating in the air*
MC: Simply learn levitation and suddenly his will to get you to sign that contract is gone.
Azul: Mc for sevens sake your points been made now RETURN MY FEET TO SOLID GROUND
Jade: I will second that notion, I would prefer not to be 10 feet in the air for much longer
Floyd: You think I could hit crabby with a water balloon from here?
Yuu: *falls through the upper Ramshackle floor because it was rotting*
Ace: Hi Yuu!
Yuu: Hi Ace...that hurt
WIP (It ain't done yet)
I'm worldbuilding again, and hath made more artistic progress in the meantime. With this the story behind it is that Carnage (the taller dude kneeling) is experiencing a new emotion for the first time and he doesn't know what to do with it as he's only ever felt pissed or neutral. In his distress Felix (the girl hugging him in the forefront) decides to hug him in order to help him get through his confusion. Carnage has no idea how to react but the hug feels nice for some reason so he's decided to stay there for the time being.
✨When you have ideas worldbuilding and character building is FUN✨
felixxxxxxx!!! hi hello how are you doing :D
remyyyy! hello I is doing okay, hit the world's biggest writers block but we working on it! How be thee hooman? :] ✨
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