Exactly Two Days Slow (Invite Only)

Another world, another adventure.

It was exciting yet terrifying at the same time, and Ricardus seriously didn't know what to think anymore. A few hours ago he had been wandering aimlessly throughout Twilight Town's warm and soothing suburbs, but now there was just... grass. Grass and more grass. His face remained plain, serious, certainly not showing any emotion related to the inner conflict ongoing within his mind. He plucked a single strand of red hair behind his ear as he glanced around, reminiscing recent events... and what he could recall of past ones by now.

After "borrowing" that spell book from the library's forbidden section (not like they'd miss it anyway as it was hardly read, or at least that was what Ricardus had told himself to shake off the guilt coming with the crime), the boy had seeked the other two and they had all exited the building as soon as their business had been dealt with. The trio decided to call it a day and parted ways, promising to meet again in the morning. But as soon as he had woken up from a deep slumber, the young teenager found himself with a new hairstyle... and a new hair dye color applied on his head.

He had been certain that all of it hadn't been part of some strange dream sequence he was having, but now... he wasn't so sure.

Ricardus, of course, has been asked about the sudden makeover but he had merely brushed off the queries, calling it "a new appearance for a new adventure". He was surprisingly quite a good liar, another thing he had just relearned about himself... and he wasn't sure if he was happy to know about it. But anyway, that wasn't the time to undergo any guilt trips. They had to find some information about this new place before they were threatened again by more... card soldiers and their spears.

Suddenly, he found his hand grasped by the older girl beside him, a red taint flushing his face. The boy wasn't sure if he was nervous or just plain embarrassed; not that he found holding hands uncomfortable, but still: he was old enough to, you know, be able to walk on his own without wandering off.

"Well, I don't know... it's your call, I guess. Going there might not be the brightest idea though; the soldiers didn't exactly give us the warmest of welcomes and they certainly won't forget the "group that appeared out of nowhere" anytime soon." he spoke, attempting to shrug off what had happened. The last thing he wanted right now was to find himself unwelcome in this new place, meet a heartless queen and have his very own head roll on the ground.