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This is fucking bullshit. He shouldn't have to hide like this just to get around and he's had to be careful about where he goes. All because he got fucking cocky and showed his face. But for as much as keeping his head down and staying out of sight is important right now, once he finds himself in a new town, there is something far more important to do than keep himself out of sight. 

And that's, figure out who the hell this Makenshi person is.  

Because whoever they are, they're the reason he's in this fix and he's never heard of a Misterican with such a strange name before. Maybe it isn't their name and they are just using "Makenshi" to protect their given name so none of these fucking Soil Souls disgrace it. 

In all honesty, he understands. He doesn't want any of them to have his given name either and eventually that is going to become a problem since they're going to need to call him something. Oranssi might work. Though he can already hear them twisting their tongues trying to pronounce it.

Oranssi just might have to be it because at least it isn't offensive as "four horn" or "fog breath". He's getting real tired of being called such degrading things. Oranssi would be a fine substitute for the time being because they sure as fuck aren't getting "Sinfonia".

This is fucking bullshit. He shouldn't have to hide like this just to get around and he's had to be careful about where he goes. All because he got fucking cocky and showed his face. But for as much as keeping his head down and staying out of sight is important right now, once he finds himself in a new town, there is something far more important to do than keep himself out of sight. And that's, figure out who the hell this Makenshi person is. Because whoever they are, they're the reason he's in this fix and he's never heard of a Misterican with such a strange name before. Maybe it isn't their name and they are just using "Makenshi" to protect their given name so none of these fucking Soil Souls disgrace it. In all honesty, he understands. He doesn't want any of them to have his given name either and eventually that is going to become a problem since they're going to need to call him something. Oranssi might work. Though he can already hear them twisting their tongues trying to pronounce it. Oranssi just might have to be it because at least it isn't offensive as "four horn" or "fog breath". He's getting real tired of being called such degrading things. Oranssi would be a fine substitute for the time being because they sure as fuck aren't getting "Sinfonia".

Sinfonia's adventures in Wonderland part 5 on the way

(Oranssi -> O-ronz-see -> orange🍊)

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β‹―βœ§γƒ»β™ͺβ™«β™ͺγƒ»βœ§β‹―  He can feel himself recoiling as he's pressured for answers. Only seconds ago he was ready to clock this mother fucker in the face and make him choke on his Mist for a while but now he's asking why he looks like some Makenshi person like he knows who the fuck that is. 

This Diamond person whose name he does not have, nor does he find himself wanting it - is stepping closer. Demanding answers and now he suddenly regrets putting down his hood and taking off his mask.

"Why do you look so much like Makenshi? His Excellency will demand to see you, so now you have to come with us." 

"I'm not going anywhere with you or anyone else for that matter. Who the fuck is Makenshi and why am I supposed to care?" 

The pink haired man who called himself "Fifth Diamond" (whatever that means) is growling as taking a few more steps towards him which only causes the Symphony to put his fists up in his unarmed state. 

"There really isn't a choice in the matter. You look way too much like Makenshi for me to overlook this and just allow you to run freely." 

"Touch me and I'll make you fucking regret it."

β‹―βœ§γƒ»β™ͺβ™«β™ͺγƒ»βœ§β‹― He can feel himself recoiling as he's pressured for answers. Only seconds ago he was ready to clock this mother fucker in the face and make him choke on his Mist for a while but now he's asking why he looks like some Makenshi person like he knows who the fuck that is. This Diamond person whose name he does not have, nor does he find himself wanting it - is stepping closer. Demanding answers and now he suddenly regrets putting down his hood and taking off his mask. "Why do you look so much like Makenshi? His Excellency will demand to see you, so now you have to come with us." "I'm not going anywhere with you or anyone else for that matter. Who the fuck is Makenshi and why am I supposed to care?" The pink haired man who called himself "Fifth Diamond" (whatever that means) is growling as taking a few more steps towards him which only causes the Symphony to put his fists up in his unarmed state. "There really isn't a choice in the matter. You look way too much like Makenshi for me to overlook this and just allow you to run freely." "Touch me and I'll make you fucking regret it."

More writing previews for Sinfonia's adventures in Wonderland

Sinfonia's POV // 51yrs old

Will be part 4 of this

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Part 2 maybe πŸ‘€

It'll probably be another doc when it's done

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Boots are already striking against the ground because he lost the ability to fly any sort of distance ages ago. He can get in the air but not enough to do him any sort of good - so all he can do at this point is run. 

And quite frankly he's sick of this shit. 

This shit is exhausting and he doesn't understand why this mother fucker just can't give up already.  Probably because he seems to be getting closer and closer to his prize with every "new" encounter. Nothing feels new. It just feels like one extended case of cat and mouse and he really isn't the one who is supposed to be in the position of mouse here. 

They locked eyes in a bar and he dropped everything and ran. He dashed out the back of the building as quickly as he could and barely gave that beast time to get any form of words out of his mouth. Even if they could mostly understand each other by now. Why? Because now was different. Now he was alone, which only threw his odds of getting away from this beast straight into the trash. 

It keeps being little brushes and near misses on his end and there's only so long he can keep running with only half-meals barely there not really fill his stomach. He never seems to be able to just finish what he's doing when this mother fucker has to show up and wreck everything.

Boots are already striking against the ground because he lost the ability to fly any sort of distance ages ago. He can get in the air but not enough to do him any sort of good - so all he can do at this point is run. And quite frankly he's sick of this shit. This shit is exhausting and he doesn't understand why this mother fucker just can't give up already. Probably because he seems to be getting closer and closer to his prize with every "new" encounter. Nothing feels new. It just feels like one extended case of cat and mouse and he really isn't the one who is supposed to be in the position of mouse here. They locked eyes in a bar and he dropped everything and ran. He dashed out the back of the building as quickly as he could and barely gave that beast time to get any form of words out of his mouth. Even if they could mostly understand each other by now. Why? Because now was different. Now he was alone, which only threw his odds of getting away from this beast straight into the trash. It keeps being little brushes and near misses on his end and there's only so long he can keep running with only half-meals barely there not really fill his stomach. He never seems to be able to just finish what he's doing when this mother fucker has to show up and wreck everything.

Switching gears and writing today - here's a preview 🧑

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