Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman
Hatter, Adviser, Madman
The words Carroll spoke seemed to strike a nerve with the goat girl. She stormed to him with malicious intent only to be stopped by the newcomer in shades and the girl who tricked him, the one named Raven. Peeking out from behind his savior, he smiled, the act mocking in and of itself. "That's funny girl, so quick and violent to retaliate so harshly when I wanted to read a book earlier and be a good little prisoner. Such hypocrisy." he taunted again, his voice silencing itself as he was introduced more formally, one by one. It didn't take long to begin seeing a pattern. Horse, Dragon, Dog, and then Miss Personality over here. "So you're based off the Chinese Zodiac? That must make the horned one the Sheep, Goat, Ram, whatever." He waved off, purposefully dismissing her as if she in particular were unimportant. "What a theme though. Man, the Gotei Thirteen would be awesome if we had a theme." he mused for a bit, entertaining the idea before shaking his head. "Anyways, let me tell you first about the thing that's most important. I don't know anything about the leaver, the deserter, at all. Not what he knows, nor his intelligence. But I will operate assuming he's not a strategist and that he's not prone to violence." There was a pause.
"Now then, allow me to emphasize one particular factor in what's coming." Carroll started again, inhaling deeply. "The most concerning one I've heard thus far is this 'Cat' fellow. You said he came to visit and you," he pointed at Raven, "would take care of him. However, this is a man who jumped head first into a fight against two Captains, though he only combatted against one, and didn't even think twice about it. He helped you this time, but it sounds like he wasn't going to. Whoever he is, if he enters the fight, it is my suggestion you all leave.... immediately." He took another moment to pause, to organize his thoughts. He was having... fun. Fun, he hadn't had that in a while, not real fun, not the kind that got his blood running. "Our second wild card, is the very information we exchange. I presume that we know who's on each side, in terms of betrayal. Myself on yours, and Xamthos on theirs, and they no doubt know I was taken prisoner. I'm assuming that, I don't know it." Again, another pause as he inhaled. "I'll be straightforward, he probably knows more about you than I know, or can remember, about them. I can give you names, Divisions, who to avoid, maybe even a personality overview, but no information on weapons or fighting style. You can probably, and safely, presume that Raven knows more about that than I do, and anyone else who's entered combat against one of the acting Captains." Another pause, one of many. It was a useful tool really. He stretched out his arms, gesturing to the gathered Katena. "But now we get to the fun part. Individual wild cards." A low chuckle escaped his lips. "I keep reiterating it, but your deserter probably has more information on you lot than I do on my own, but in turn, you likely know just as much about him together, a profile I can work with. He of course, is their individual wild card. I can't say he'll fight, but I can't say he won't. His tricks will, of course, be known to you, so I doubt he'll participate unless forced or he sees it as advantageous." With that, he made a somewhat flashy gesture to himself. "Your wild card is me, and, to be a braggart, I believe I am far more of a wild card that works in your favor." Another chuckle, another smile. Borderline sanity hanging in the balance. "You see, your friend has fought before, perhaps recently. You know about him, you're all alive through and through and so on. That's well and fine. Me though? I have a few traits he doesn't. It is true I haven't fought in a very long time, a long time indeed, but I may be able to accurately say that most people don't even remember me as a Captain. In fact, most people don't even remember I used to be a Shinigami. Because of this, information about me may be scarce, with the exception of a few Captains." He took a moment to silently wonder who would have such information upon him. "Perhaps the Head Captain, well, definitely him. Division Two would most likely have my name in a high priority folder somewhere I imagine... Hakora hates me with a passion." He thought to himself, not describing the people, merely mentioning names. "Division Twelve's Hiabara might also have some, if not all the data on me. But I can definitely confirm that the Head Captain does." He muttered, waving the name away from his lips. "But as I said, my lack of fighting and general military presence makes me valuable since very few should know what to expect. That and I have questionable sanity, according to some." He added in. "Which of course has something to do with the plan I would like to offer."
"Now then," the Hatter began again, without even waiting for consent. "You're free to approach however you like, but I remind you now that they likely know your weak points and your strengths. You know the deserter's and very few should know mine. This is why I suggest you attack from somewhere different than last time, so nowhere in Division Two, and you also let me go first."he expected some rebuttal, but tried not to offer a chance for some to slip in. "One of you can come along, but I suggest giving it a bit until they're all busy with me, at least the soldiers and maybe one of the Captains. Not to insult you, but if I showed up with one of you and started causing havoc, I would immediately think defection. I appear alone and start tearing hearts out, the higher ups will think I'm having an episode and won't be as likely to take lethal action." Another pause as he thought through any flaws that could happen. If someone wanted to talk, it would be then. Of course, he just continued anyways. "Of course, my problem will be anyone your... whatever he is has come into contact with for any period of time. Not only will he immediately call me out and refuse to believe anything I might say, but those whom he's spoken to will as well. That being said, if he's only made contact with one Captain in particular, he'd call me out anyways, regardless of the situation. But if not, I have to deal with analysis heavy minds, which will be hard to do, but it is plausible. I just don't want to get more reckless than I need to be." Another bit of silence. He'd been attempting to hold back any other thoughts with strategic diarrhea of the mouth, but he was finally out of words to say. He wondered what kind of reactions he'd get, though he doubted they would be good.
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"Now then, allow me to emphasize one particular factor in what's coming." Carroll started again, inhaling deeply. "The most concerning one I've heard thus far is this 'Cat' fellow. You said he came to visit and you," he pointed at Raven, "would take care of him. However, this is a man who jumped head first into a fight against two Captains, though he only combatted against one, and didn't even think twice about it. He helped you this time, but it sounds like he wasn't going to. Whoever he is, if he enters the fight, it is my suggestion you all leave.... immediately." He took another moment to pause, to organize his thoughts. He was having... fun. Fun, he hadn't had that in a while, not real fun, not the kind that got his blood running. "Our second wild card, is the very information we exchange. I presume that we know who's on each side, in terms of betrayal. Myself on yours, and Xamthos on theirs, and they no doubt know I was taken prisoner. I'm assuming that, I don't know it." Again, another pause as he inhaled. "I'll be straightforward, he probably knows more about you than I know, or can remember, about them. I can give you names, Divisions, who to avoid, maybe even a personality overview, but no information on weapons or fighting style. You can probably, and safely, presume that Raven knows more about that than I do, and anyone else who's entered combat against one of the acting Captains." Another pause, one of many. It was a useful tool really. He stretched out his arms, gesturing to the gathered Katena. "But now we get to the fun part. Individual wild cards." A low chuckle escaped his lips. "I keep reiterating it, but your deserter probably has more information on you lot than I do on my own, but in turn, you likely know just as much about him together, a profile I can work with. He of course, is their individual wild card. I can't say he'll fight, but I can't say he won't. His tricks will, of course, be known to you, so I doubt he'll participate unless forced or he sees it as advantageous." With that, he made a somewhat flashy gesture to himself. "Your wild card is me, and, to be a braggart, I believe I am far more of a wild card that works in your favor." Another chuckle, another smile. Borderline sanity hanging in the balance. "You see, your friend has fought before, perhaps recently. You know about him, you're all alive through and through and so on. That's well and fine. Me though? I have a few traits he doesn't. It is true I haven't fought in a very long time, a long time indeed, but I may be able to accurately say that most people don't even remember me as a Captain. In fact, most people don't even remember I used to be a Shinigami. Because of this, information about me may be scarce, with the exception of a few Captains." He took a moment to silently wonder who would have such information upon him. "Perhaps the Head Captain, well, definitely him. Division Two would most likely have my name in a high priority folder somewhere I imagine... Hakora hates me with a passion." He thought to himself, not describing the people, merely mentioning names. "Division Twelve's Hiabara might also have some, if not all the data on me. But I can definitely confirm that the Head Captain does." He muttered, waving the name away from his lips. "But as I said, my lack of fighting and general military presence makes me valuable since very few should know what to expect. That and I have questionable sanity, according to some." He added in. "Which of course has something to do with the plan I would like to offer."
"Now then," the Hatter began again, without even waiting for consent. "You're free to approach however you like, but I remind you now that they likely know your weak points and your strengths. You know the deserter's and very few should know mine. This is why I suggest you attack from somewhere different than last time, so nowhere in Division Two, and you also let me go first."he expected some rebuttal, but tried not to offer a chance for some to slip in. "One of you can come along, but I suggest giving it a bit until they're all busy with me, at least the soldiers and maybe one of the Captains. Not to insult you, but if I showed up with one of you and started causing havoc, I would immediately think defection. I appear alone and start tearing hearts out, the higher ups will think I'm having an episode and won't be as likely to take lethal action." Another pause as he thought through any flaws that could happen. If someone wanted to talk, it would be then. Of course, he just continued anyways. "Of course, my problem will be anyone your... whatever he is has come into contact with for any period of time. Not only will he immediately call me out and refuse to believe anything I might say, but those whom he's spoken to will as well. That being said, if he's only made contact with one Captain in particular, he'd call me out anyways, regardless of the situation. But if not, I have to deal with analysis heavy minds, which will be hard to do, but it is plausible. I just don't want to get more reckless than I need to be." Another bit of silence. He'd been attempting to hold back any other thoughts with strategic diarrhea of the mouth, but he was finally out of words to say. He wondered what kind of reactions he'd get, though he doubted they would be good.
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