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Fantasy Land of Wonder

ScarletHood

One Weird Winker

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A dark night it is, the air is frosty causing the breathe of the young lass with blonde locks to shiver. She takes a deep breathe, waits for 2 seconds and let's it out, it forms a tiny cloud. Her hands rub against her arms as an attempt to warm herself up. The darker clouds start slowly forming above her head, a single water drop hits her nose. She looks upwards seeing a dozen rain drops heading towards her. Her long lashes now covered with water and blurred her vision slightly. The pitch black dress she wore stuck to her skin like glue, she trudged along trying to get somewhere, anywhere away from the rain. Her breathes more shorter, sharper as she ran. The rain pelted down against her body like sharp stabs of ice. She keeps going on and on, until she trips.



Down she comes; her arms flinging out to stop her face from meeting the ground. Knees first she goes, scrapping them across the ground. She can feel the sting, but she does not say a word. Her long curly blonde locks cascade down her back eventually being soaked by the rain. A shadow appeared over her in the shape of an umbrella. A hand belonging to to a young man held the umbrella over the girl. No words were exchanged. They both stayed in the rain in silence for a few moment...

She looked up at him, a blurry mess she saw. Her memory recalling she had seen this blur before. Somewhere long ago, before this lifetime. "Mr Rabbit?" she whispers. He turns his face around, as she rubs her eyes. The blur became ever so more clear. A young man dressed in formal suit with the most curious of adornments on his head; rabbit ears. She stares for another minute not saying a word.

The memories hit her. Quick and clear they come. Follow the rabbit down the rabbit hole, the twins, the egg, the queens & kings and the residents of the Mad Hatter table. The last moment of goodbye to the White Rabbit as she bids farewell. The second visit, the jabberwocky, the death of her beloved friends. She remembers it all.



"Follow Me" the man with the rabbit ears says, "Down the rabbit hole again..."





 
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[QUOTE="The beast of all men]So tell me what it's about.

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points to the over view tab, trust me the history is there
 
Edgar swirled in the air beside the Rabbit. "Oh don't mind him, he's just- oohhh you're Alice aren't you?" He asked, looking at her upside down, his whiskers twitching. he stretched luxuriously in the air. "My cousin told me about you. Maybe you know him, the Cheshire Cat?"
 
Ego came bounding up, holding a watch that has different little clocks as he looked around "oh, where are the twins? There are so late! I told them to be early and not late!" (He is resembling the white rabbit, the one that's crazy on time xD )
 
The mad Hatter walks down the road with a cane and dress shoes making taping noises and sees the rather odd display of Mr. Rabbit, A colorful cat, a demon-like creature and Alice. He slams his cane on the ground and out pops flowers. He hands the flowers to her and said "Well hello, lovely Alice..."
 
"Well, hello Hatty. I've heard of you as well, y'know. Oh, would you look at that? it seems as though it's going to rain soon. We should be on our way within the hour, really." Edgar replied, laughing softly. "Wait, what was I talking about?"
 
"Oh, do relax," Edgar said, landing lightly and coiling about his legs. "Such anger will only hurt you, y'know." Spotting a flower, Edgar moved off to sniff it. "Take a moment and smell this flower, Mr.... What was your name again?"
 
"Oh, I'm sure they'll be along presently," Edgar replied lazily, flopping onto his side and rolling over. His tufted ears perked up in happiness as he found a comfortable spot. "I, however, shall pass the time by napping."
 
The Hatter takes off his hat and pulls out a tea kettle and pours tea for everyone rambling on about nonsense and stories.
 
(I've decided to take up the Alice role, making cs now)


 



Alice "Lila" Leddel

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She swung the handgun between her hands, a small smile spreading across her hands. One of the lackeys had been discovered as spy for another gang, just in time for her usual "man hunt." She walked throughout the forest, her blue dress swaying with her movement. Her blonde curls bouncing of her shoulders when she moved her arms. She spotted brown hair nearby; there he was laying behind a bush trembling with fear. She walked towards the man. "I spy with my little eye a little rat" she said in a musical tone. The gun pointed to the man, she heard his pathetic whimpers as he begged for mercy, oh she was gonna give him mercy. The loud shot of the gun resonated throughout the forest. She stared coldly at the corpse. A bullet directly in the brain. She sighed, but this wasn't enough for her, she needed more blood. Her gaze wandered around the area, she spotted a large rabbit hole nearby, with a shrug, she jumped down the hole. "Eh I'm bored anyway, perhaps I'll find some more rats to hunt down here!"
 
Dark clouds would gather over a section of the woods in Wonderland, these dark clouds swirling and writhing in dark anger as lightning flashed within their confines and thunder rumbled lowly. This display of light and swirling darkness would continue for several minutes before a brilliant flash as lightning races down to strike directly below the gathering and is followed by a powerful, ground-shaking boom. The clouds dispersed immediately and the lightning bolt was replaced by a towering structure made of white marble. Destruction surrounded the landing site of the tower, trees splintered and crushed from the weight of landing tower and creatures fled in fear of the foreign object.


(Reposting for those that didn’t read the bio) The White Tower, for that is what it’s called, is an eight level tower made of white marble with beautiful, intricate black veins throughout the structure. The roof of the tower is conical in shape, made from white birch, with four openings large enough to fit five average sized men shoulder to shoulder. Centered on in the middle of this open level is a huge crystal ball filled with a swirling blue substance, glowing and pulsing at this moment. On the outside walls of the tower stained glass windows rotate around the height in a colorful spiral, each window displaying a different arrangement of color and sizes but displaying a silver plate centered in the middle. Beneath each window a silver banner flaps beneath the ledge baring no embroidery or markings. There are two large, polished copper doors at the base of the tower with numerous runes engraved into the metal; one will then notice that the tower windows are surrounded by similar runes around this time. The doors are quite heavy, a sign of their thickness, but a sign above them reads “WeaveGear Shop” marking the entrance of the great structure.


Inside those great doors, after one is slammed by a gust of magic dispelling wind, one can see the first level of the tower and find themselves in a large, circular room; bookshelves lined the walls and literally stretched to the fifteen foot high ceiling where a beautiful nightscape of a city was painted. Plush, silver chairs surrounded a circular fireplace in the center of the room and several desks were scattered throughout with piles of books upon them. Near one of the chairs a platter of berries on an end table as the fire crackles in the fireplace.
 
The Hatter heard something in the woods "What was that..." He said to them. "G-gun fire in that direction." He pointed his cane into the woods and began walking towards it still rambling to himself about theories and fears.
 
Edgar stood, stretching. "Gunfire, you say?" He asked, ruffling the fur on his back. "Indeed, I did hear that. I smell something familiar... something Wonderland hasn't seen in a long time. Ladies and gentlemen... I smell Alice." A smile grew on Edgar's face as he closed his eyes and sniffed.
 
Ego's ears perk up as he listens "sounds like a colt, not to old but and older model, a bigger bullet then perscribed, and it was a head shot, yup, sounds like Alice." He said with a smile.
 
"Ahhh, Lovely Alice...." He said walking further in the woods towards the sound calling her name and thinking to himself "Why would she have a gun...?
 

Alice "Lila" Leddel

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She landed on the ground, her little black shoes giving a slight squeak. Her eye's observed her surroundings, strange looking place this is. Her hands still holding the gun. Alice turned to the voice and saw a man with white hair wearing a top hat. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she bluntly stated, '' how in the Don's name do you know my name?" Her gun in an instant pointed at the man's face, she didn't like him not one bit but then a slight pang went throughout her mind, she dropped the gun and dropped to the floor. Where the dickens was the pain coming from?!?
 

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