Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears & theoakenchilde)
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				Title: <strong>Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears &amp; theoakenchilde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 21:54:14</strong>
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				Alice paced the cage, one arm crossed over her small breasts as the other held a hand to her mouth. She no longer had her vorpal blade, or even the damn tea kettle, so for the time being, she was stuck in behind those blasted bars, the backsides of the Queen's guards the only thing she could see. <br><br>Everything else was a mixture of red and black, slimy things dripping and sliding from the walls. It was rather disgusting really, as if they were actually inside a beating heart. The walls even so often pulsed like a heartbeat. But there was no sound, only her breathing and the every so often nip of teeth to her nails. Something her therapist had hollered at her about on more than one occasion.<br><br>She sighed deeply before flopping down to her bottom in defeat, her booted feet and striped stocking legs spread out before her. She picked at some dried blood that had crusted on her white apron as her mind whirred and spun. <br><br>She had only to find the door out of the Queen's realm, and she had been close too, but damn those pesky cards, popping out of walls and the like, heart, spade, and diamond tipped spears pointed at her. Then that damned armored card guard. If she ever got her hands on him, her hobby horse was gonna go straight up his ass.<br><br>She shook her head. If she had just listened to the Chesire Cat. And it always came back to that bloody cat and his damned riddles. That wicked smile and those bright yellow eyes. Well, where was he now? She was sure he'd have something snippy to say and pretty close to an 'I told you so'. He always did. <br><br>She ran her hands through her straight brown hair as another sigh escaped her. She was tired and too far past crazy to care. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears &amp; theoakenchilde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theoakenchilde</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 21:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.zerochan.net/Alice.(American.Mcgee's).240.822171.jpg)</div>Just as he had always been a silent creature of surprise, so now did Chess materialize just outside of Alice's prison. Perhaps he was invisible to others, as a figment of one's imagination, or maybe those that chanced to spy him did not think him a very intimidating specimen. In truth, the only aggressive thing about him was his appearance, grizzled, sunken, sharp -- he was without fur, he was riddled in tribal tattoo art, he had a healthy smattering of piercings, and his grin was as wide, as pointed, and as unnerving as might be found on a beast of nightmares. A yellow gaze rivaled the colour of his unending smile, tick-tocking against the brunette's pacing walk.<br><br>Who was to say Alice had even been pointed in the right direction? Any exit could simultaneously be an entrance toward something more topsy-turvy than this series of realms already was.<br><br>Snippy? Chess had nothing pompous to say, but perhaps it seemed so as he ventured to speak, the way his lips peeled up into that constant, curling, self-knowing smirk. "We're trapped like a rat; aren't we?" His voice was like a low, guttural, smug whining, and though he was a confusing embodiment of riddles and rituals, he positively reeked of intelligence, and perhaps a touch of morbidity.<br><br>The feline caught the rungs of the girl's cage and scaled it, hanging from its top like a primate. "I'm disinterested in rodents, but I might help you cut the deck, if there's a bit of fish in it for me..." Did he mean that literally or figuratively?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears &amp; theoakenchilde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 22:49:26</strong>
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				Her bright eyes were the only thing to move when she heard that smug voice outside her cell. It had only been a matter of time and here he was, those yellow eyes meeting her green. "Trapped? Is this what it looks like? And I thought I was having a tea party," she snapped, her light british voice lacking amusement. What he meant about fish, however, was lost on her. But then again, he was a cat. Cat's liked fish, didn't they?<br><br>Finally, her head moved, and her body turned slightly to face him as she looked up at the feline atop her cage. "If you wish to help, I will get you your fish, if that is what you wish," she said in a lighter tone. Was that a small spark of hope in her chest? Most likely not. There was no such thing as hope in her twisted wonderland. <br><br>She stood, brushing the dirt from her bottom before walkong towards the bars. She wondered if the card guards even knew that the cat was there, as they hadn't turned to attack. Maybe not. It was completely possible the damned thing was all in her head. Everything else was, after all.<br><br>"Alright then, Chess. What do we need to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears &amp; theoakenchilde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>theoakenchilde</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 19:07:35</strong>
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				The trailing voice perked up again, his body laying itself out in a sprawl over the top of her enclosure; he seemed to be lounging and otherwise tinkling his great claws against the rungs in a repetitive series of clicks. Alice's sardonism was unbecoming, and her friend, if he could be counted as that, was unimpressed. "Should you like a tea party? Perhaps you'd wish me to ring for some room service; let them know you'd like to wet your lips?" He had no real intention of doing so, as his sole purpose here was to aid the girl, but he could play if she was intent on making this a game. Though he spoke in riddles, Chess was not attempting to be comical.<br><br>With a roll onto his back, Chess's spindly backside pierced the bars; his grotesque body, as if by magic, sliced a silent line in the metal like butter. The action was repeated to the other side, his tail throwing itself to catch every section that sought to fall to the floor, saving Alice from being caught seeking an escape route.<br><br>"In a House of cards, Alice, the worst enemy is a tremor. To trump the suits in this army, you just need a good quake." The cat did not completely specify how she was to make anything shake but herself, yet the obvious solution - at least to destroy this deck blockade - was to create deep fissures in the ground, which would be so spontaneous as to cause the Queen's soldiers to plummet. The core of Wonderland was, after all, as hot as Alice's imagination. There was no explanation towards the Queen's demise, but Chess had yet to steer his girl in the wrong direction. While mad, he was trustworthy; Alice would find a way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Alice's Further Fall Into Corruption (wolventears &amp; theoakenchilde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 20:08:27</strong>
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				"No, I don't want room service, just a way out," she said, either not noticing his sarcasm, or choosing to ignore it. She watched as his lithe body sliced through the bars, that long tail catching the bits before they clattered to the ground. Then once again, he was spewing riddles. Her face scrunched in thought and as this world was of her making, now that the bars did not hold her back, she was able to summon her weapons. <br><br>She placed her vorpal blade at her hip and the tea kettle shrunk until she was able to pocket it. Her lovely hobby horse, now encased in metal wih fire drifting from it's eyes winnied at her in greeting. <br><br>"Hello, little lovely," she cooed as she gripped it tightly on her hands. She stepped through the bars, squared her shoulders and grounded herself. "Alright, Chess, if it is tremors that will collapse with tower of cards then tremors it shall be." <br><br>At the sound of her voice, the card guards spun, growling noises coming from them. They charged, spears pointed forward. She smiled before raising the hobby horse above her head. With a yell, she arced it, straight to the ground, with all her might. The horses nose hit with a bang, and she raised her head in time to see the crack zig zag through the hall towards the cards. <br><br>The walls began to shake, the beating now a shudder as the crack grew in length and size. The cards slowed only to have the floor crumble beneath them. Their screams echoed as they plummeted and it seemed others joined as the quack reached elsewhere outside the hall. <br><br>Alice straightended, trying to keep her balance as she looked over at her friend. Did she consider him as such? "What now?"she asked simply.
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