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I'd probably do better at Banzai. xD
What do you think the trio's relationship is, anyway? It's ambiguous in the movie.
As for Rinoa, she's doing fine. I should be able to get her up tomorrow, because I'm traditionally coloring her.
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Before the affliction.
What do you think the trio's relationship is, anyway? It's ambiguous in the movie.
As for Rinoa, she's doing fine. I should be able to get her up tomorrow, because I'm traditionally coloring her.
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Before the affliction.
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Alice of Human Sacrifice, Act Four
The third Alice is up. Axel warily waits, only able to watch as the center silhouette becomes more visible, the others fading away. But there’s a soft sigh of relief because at least this one doesn’t appear to be dead and rotting.
She’s beautiful, really, like a porcelain doll. Slate-colored hair falls over an eye, skin pale and delicate-looking. Gowns of green, fit for royalty, flow to the invisible floor. Fingers with nails painted black are stained with blood, lightly twitching at her sides as she stares ahead.
…Or, Axel’s supposing she’s staring ahead, because there are no eyes. They’ve been clawed out, likely by her own fingers. An inference, from the blood-stains on them, and the dried blood on her porcelain face.
The pretty man walks past, idly brushing the hair from the young woman’s face as he does so. The touch is all it takes, and Axel watches time reverse itself, just like all the times before. The dried blood becoming fresh before flowing upward into the frightening black, where two eyes of pristine blue form, the black lipstick fading away to reveal flesh-colored lips, the pale, delicate skin regaining some of its color. Her gown changes, too, going through many of them as, rather quickly, she becomes a beautiful princess doll, standing there with a smile on her lips.
The kind face draws the red-head in, and he’s only vaguely aware of his falling. Again. He’s really getting used to this, isn’t he? Either way, a green door decorated in clover opens, and he’s standing behind the girl in a field, overlooking a small town.
“The third Alice was a little green one…”
She suddenly races down the hill with excitement, skirts held up so she doesn’t trip and fall. She’s laughing, the epitome of innocence, as she reaches the town. Curiosity fills her, and she wanders.
Bright blue eyes take in all the sights, many of the people taking in the appearance of the girl. She’s an oddity in the gray town, clothed all in green with youthful innocence shining so brightly. There are whispers amongst the crowds as she twirls through the streets. Naught but a child, she is.
“…Very cute and dear in the Wonderland.”
Soon, she notices the people watching her, and so she pauses, taking them in as well. Time seems to stand still for her, while everything else speeds up. Gray and black and white speed past the green girl, then flashes of color, and soon she’s dancing once more.
But now, Axel can see, she’s twirling across the dance floor of a grand ballroom. White flowers are laced through her slate hair, and her rich, kind laughter echoes. Many eyes watch her, sometimes the owner coming forward to momentarily dance with her.
“She charmed people to her every beck and call.”
A change in scenery, a sudden shift, to her standing amongst a crowd. They are fawning over her and her innocence, telling her how cute she is. She revels in it, excited by the attention. A wide smile is painted upon her lips.
Trays of sweets and jewels are offered up, and she takes them, offering her thanks. She’s slowly realizing her power over people, though, and the innocence behind her blue eyes is changing. She’s becoming more calculating, manipulative. She’s able to get what she wants.
“She made a strange green country.”
Once more, a shifting of scenes, though as she’s taking a seat. The gowns on her become darker, no longer the innocent white and green. Instead, they are accented with black, the greens darkening from pleasant pastels to forest tones.
The chair has changed from something simplistic to a throne, the ballroom having faded to a beautiful court. Steps lead up to her, and Axel finds himself standing on one, to the side, as crowds wait.
A blonde man calmly walks up, soft smile on his lips. A pillow rests in his hands as he climbs to the princess, bowing slightly. His own blue eyes never leave hers, the two locked in silent conversation, agreement.
“This new Alice was the country’s queen…”
A golden crown with an emerald clover placed in it is set upon her head as she stands. She looks up to the man with a goatee, and he bends down, the two kissing lightly. After all, a queen needs a king.
The scene shifts as the two touch lips. A wedding, the young queen in pale, pale green with her new husband in black. As they draw back, they smile, then move to sit upon their thrones, hand in hand.
Another quick shift, the two enjoying tea time together at a table outside with a guest. The beautiful greens of nature surround them, a gentle breeze rustling through the branches as they laugh. The manipulative queen smiles coyly between her husband and their guest.
Soft, pink hair. A beautiful teen, almost the same age as the young queen. Quite the charming young man as he smiles back to her. He seems naively unaware of her nature, or perhaps she’s too confident in her charms and doesn’t realize his.
“…Taken over by a distorted dream.”
Her smile is, very suddenly, beginning to fade as she stares at the teen. Then, the faded, confused smile slowly changes, morphing into a look of horror. For the guest no longer seems so kindly, nor does he seem human.
To the queen, named Zexion, as Axel has learned from conversation, the pretty man appears entirely black. His grin, entirely white, appears to almost be cut out from his face, pink hair falling softly to just past his shoulders in a slight mess.
Soft words from her husband, asking what is wrong. Her blue eyes shift over to him and she gives a startled cry. Standing abruptly, she stumbles back. The blonde man appears to be decaying, rotting, dead to her.
“She was afraid of losing to death.”
Taunting words from the guest, words none but the queen can hear. Talk of a puppet ruler who had gone too far beyond her boundaries. Punishment is needed, and so, she is allowed to see this world—his world—for what it is, just to keep her in line.
Or else, he adds.
Fear comes into her eyes as she stumbles back further before taking off inside, running up to her chambers in a panic. She refuses to look to any of them, for all are distorted. All appear to be decaying, dying. The truth of this dream.
Zexion stares into her mirror, her own reflection showing the beginnings of decay. What must be happening to her body in the world beyond, in the world she had left to enter this dream that had previously been paradise.
“She would forever rule her country.”
She must do something. She must, or else she’ll be seeing the distorted forms of the dead, those who make up her people. She can live without seeing, but how?
An insane grin stretches across her face.
She doesn’t notice the pink-haired silhouette as she stares into the mirror. A few hair clips secure the long bangs from her face as she reaches up, tracing the edges of her eyes. The humming from him, humming she pays no attention to, only seems to spur her on.
Axel lets out a strangled cry as he watches, the sound silent to the queen under her own pained noises. Her fingers are clawing at her own eyes, blood dribbling from the fresh wounds. And yet she continues, digging into the flesh and the sockets, into the skull, to finally pluck the offending features from their place.
She can live like this, with no way to see the truth of her world. She can resume her rule now, be the blind queen with her dear husband and those who are so easily manipulated.
Axel feels like vomiting, but finds he lacks the body to do so. Instead, he simply waits for the world around the fade, once more returning to the dark area where every little story begins. A turn of the page, he notes, and he’s back to being flesh and blood.
Whatever he’d eaten before wandering here, it quickly finds its way to the floor. By now, he’s absolutely dreading the next Alice’s story. Each one is more horrific than the last, and, he notes as the figures return to their darkened states, there are still two left.
Dear gods, what has he gotten himself into?
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