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WhiteWingtip rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 12:11 pm
Radbod sighed softly as he inspected the empty chest. "No more riddles for Radbod," he mused with a small smile. "Suppose there shouldn't be until I figure the other two... or was it just the one? No matter."
The mad March Hare continued to wander through the maze, and all of his mad turns never once landed him at a dead end, which was quite an achievement considering he had no idea where he was going. Reflecting on the riddles once more and reciting them to himself, Radbod figured that he had one completely worked out while the other his mad mind was still tearing apart trying to solve.
He got distracted by a butterfly and laughed softly as he followed the creature that managed to bring him to another chest. The red chest in front of him was rather unsavoury to Radbod, but he flipped the chest open regardless.(( hurr durr ))
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 4:36 pm
 Kris & Klaus
Zwillinge
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It wasn't another gallon of ink that popped out at Kris & Klaus, but it might as well have been, the way the twins jumped back in astonishment. Kris nearly fell over, his muscles moving too fast for his muggy brain to catch up. The two blinked in bewilderment, half expecting the cat-eared, purple-haired girl to throw something at them, while she laughed at their pitiable sight.
Kris blinked at Klaus. "Did you see any octopuses on the way here, Klaus? I didn't see any octopuses on the way here."
Chey's laughs subsided, and she held up the other contents of the chest, almost in a taunting manner.
"Did she say 'riddle'?'" Klaus asked, almost in a horrified tone.
Kris's eyes were narrowed. "I b'lieve she did, Klaus." He pouted. "We ain't got a chance to win anything, do we?"
"Nope. None at all."
Like eager little boys, they patiently waited until Chey recited the riddle with a sing-song voice, and then they stared. Kris's face fell. Klaus's face was nondescript, as always.
Kris looked to his brother. "Feathers. Ain't it a chicken?"
"No, whatever it is is not alive."
"Then how 'bout a tree?"
"How in the world did you come up with 'tree'?"
"How do I usually come up with most stuff?"
"Speak whatever nonsense comes into your mind. What was a tree doing in your mind?"
"Chest. Roses. Bush. Garden. Tree."
Klaus shook his head and glanced despairingly at Chey. "Tell us to jump over the wall, and we can do it, or run a mile, and we can do it. Why must it be a riddle?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:02 pm
He went that way! I mean, left. That left. No, not your left!
Not mine either, dear, stop looking. No, not up! Left!
Wait...That's right, isn't it? Oh, it doesn't matter either way!
Just go search every-which-way and everywhere and you're bound to find him somewhere,
for if he isn't anywhere in everywhere, he's nowhere!
And no one can be nowhere! • Ҫ Ӈ Ȝ ϒ •
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"Those are all alive~" She sang out as the boys guessed. "Well, not the chest, I suppose. Nor the garden even though it has living things inside of it.." She put a finger to her chin and shrugged. "Buuut they're still wrong. Sorry! Guess again!" Chey churped and bounced in her seat of the chest, eager to hear what else they could come up with. She felt a twinge of guilt over the helpless tone Klaus portrayed, and she figured that maybe the drunken stupor didn't, in fact, help out at all. "Well i don't make the rules!" She then sighed and figured it wasn't fair of her to say such things. Technically, riddling wasn't a rule. "Dooo yoooouuuu waaaant a hint?" She sighed. "Ok, it's a weapon. Y'know, used to hurt somebody?" The cat-eared girl arched her back and giggled at the charade she was playing, pulling an arm back like she was letting an arrow fly from it's bow. "D'ya get it yet? D'ya? Do ya? I mean c'mooon I made it reeaaaly easy!" She begged, ears flicking and hoping they weren't too daft not to get the riddle now. CHEY CHCORE:Alexander: 1Radbod: 1
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dragon_fire_313 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 1:17 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  Once she heaved the curved lid of the chest open, a flurry of golden glitter exploded all over the young woman, falling into her hair and upon her elegant garments. Her lips parted as a soft gasp emitted from her throat, the sudden explosion of sparkles actually taking her back. She had gotten a pranked chest already, so she was just being careful. Once the flurry of glitter had dissipated, Tziphora then peered into the chest to find a matching pendant and earring pair upon a velvet pillow. Her emerald orbs widened as her breath was caught in her throat. The pendant was made with a stunning gold band with small, intricate engravings that seemed to be not of this world. The markings that she could make out were small vines with flowers blooming from the leaves and all lead to the stunning sapphire that was bound in the center. But it was not only a sapphire, but it had more golden engravings even inside of the stone.
These engravings made the shape of a glorious butterfly. The caterpillar's eyebrow arched as she pursed her lips, finding the pendant with matching earrings to be a bit too much after seeing the butterfly engraving. For most people, the butterfly represented life and freedom; which it did for a moment before the harsh reality that death would be soon upon one's doorway made it a chilling reminder for the raven-haired beauty to never mate and to never grow old. Such was the way of a selfish, lonely life. But she was fine with that, as long as she had her glorious hookah, then she would be fine. But what about Radbod? Said a voice inside her mind, which caused the woman to flutter her long eyelashes and look about, thinking it was from anyone else but her.
"Radbod..."
Tziphora breathed as she shrugged off her floral backpack from her tanned shoulders, taking into her hands before it fell to the ground. She stared at it once more, running over the fabric of the bag with her fingertips before she shook her head, the golden bands clinking together as she did so. She couldn't let such trivial thoughts enter her mind now, not after so many years of being alone. Quickly, she picked up the two items and placed them gingerly into the backpack before she shrugged it back onto her shoulders. Raising herself to her feet once more, she then started out once more down the maze.
After many twists and turns and maybe glancing at the Red king Alexander as she passed him by, Tziphora then found another chest down a corridor that was filled with white roses. Again, the thought of the mad hare entered her mind once more. Her long nails traced against the petals of a particular flower before she picked it from the wall and held it in her hand. Immediately her mind went to a rather childish game that Chey had taught her many years before. Taking a petal between her index finger and her thumb, she then began to pick each one off of the white rose as she mused gently,
"He loves me, he loves me not..."
Soon enough though, she felt her legs bump into something rather sturdy. With only half of the rose still left in her grasp, Tziphora glanced down to find another chest was before her, with two white roses atop of it entangled so beautifully. A light smile raised the corners of her lush lips before she kneeled down before the chest, the white rose to the side of her before she let out another sigh, preparing herself for what was to come before she heaved the top of the chest open.
[ Out.Of.Mushrooms: ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:00 am
Hello, my name is November Fluenteir. I have (age, 21) candles on my birthday cake. Sorry, I'm Damn straight!. I have inherited the role of Jabberwocky. If I wrote an autobiography, it would go like this... To make the view of the people change also to repent for the sins of the previous and other Jabberwockies, November tried his best to help Wonderland even though some people are trying to kill him and while some of the other Jabberwockies detest him and treat him as an failure. November's hard paid off and both kingdoms giving his the tittle of cavalier for the good deeds he have done. Some of my favorite things are Coffee, Books, Helping, etc.. Keep My real form because people hates it, Things that annoy him, etc. away from me, I can't stand them. This is me. Aren't I goodlooking?  (Hey! If possible Luna_LoneWolf don't pop in Alexander's current chest. I have nice prize for him.)
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:23 am
(( there is no role of the Jabberwocky to take ))
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 10:46 pm
WhiteWingtip (( there is no role of the Jabberwocky to take )) Then how about make this to an original character.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 6:24 pm
 Kris & Klaus
Zwillinge
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At the moment, all Kris and Klaus were drawing up with was a complete blank. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe they were just too lazy to try and solve the riddle, but they could not, for the life of them, figure out what it was Chey was singing about. Kris was disappointed. He really wanted those chocolates. The coins too, but for now, it was all about the chocolates.
"A hint would be wonderful," Klaus drawled, a pout on his face matching the one on Kris's.
They blinked when Chey gave a hint and stretched back one of her arms awkwardly and flared out her fingers. It took a while for them to process the motion. They didn't know much about weapons. They'd take a fistfight over a swordfight any day.
Then Kris blinked, snapping his fingers excitedly. "Got it!" he exclaimed. He paused, making them wait for his answer. "An archer!"
Klaus slapped his head, but the ink in Kris's hair had hardened his locks into sharpened points, and it more hurt Klaus than it did Kris. "Are archers weapons?"
"Technically, they could be, if they were put in an army."
"Was she talking about an army?"
"Who knows? She gave so little information, they could be."
Of course, Klaus had gotten it - but only after Chey played her little charade. However, he held it back, and waited to see if Kris could get it entirely on his own. He was doubtful, though. Very doubtful.
"Think -"
"That's near impossible fr'me right now," Kris interjected with a giggle.
"- what weapons do archers use?"
"A bow!" Kris said immediately.
Klaus very calmly brought his fingers to his ink-covered face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Congratulations. Out of the two answers you could have said, you remarkably picked the wrong one."
Kris blinked. "It's not a bow? Then what is it, an arrow?"
"Bingo."
"Oh! Well, that didn't take as long as I thought!" Kris rubbed his hands eagerly and held them out towards Chey, a loopy smile on his face. "Always knew I could solve it. Now if ya don't mind, my dear Chey, I'd like those delicious-lookin' chocolates in your hands. "
"Accomplishment of the century, that was. For Kris, I mean."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:55 am
 ⊰ Ａ ｌ ｅ ｘ ａｎｄ ｅ ｒ ♦ Ｒ ｅ ｄ ⊱New Red King is Like a Boss
After waiting for quite a while, Alexander finally checked into the chest one more time, making sure that Chey was indeed no where to be seen. With a loud and audible grunt, Alexander left the forsaken chest with many angry mumbles, "What a waste of my time...making me jump! The blasted chest with its blasted purple cat in this blasted game...they could all just go get decapitated or something." Perhaps it is in the blood of the reds to prefer decapitation more than any other punishment? Though, Alexander would be sure to think twice before he uses the famous phrase of his late ancestor: Off with your head!
He returned to the bridge and realized that the bridge had no head, and that it was already broken enough on its own. He scowled again at the very inconvenient bridge, feeling a growing bitterness towards it. He looked over to Lyno and screamed so she could hear him "My dear Lyno! The chest was empty! What should I do next?" Alexander was anxious to go back to Lyno, but at the same time, he deeply wished that he didn't have to jump across again— his childish trauma had returned.
By that time, the Lyno and Alexander pairing had already opened about five chests. Alexander knew that they couldn't win the "most prizes" award since Alexander just had the worst luck in Wonderland. Despite this, he still wanted to win something, anything for Lyno. Even if it was just who got into the center first, he would already be overjoyed. The only problem with that was, he had an absolutely horrible sense of direction. He was beginning to wonder if Amanda had made the game so out of his skill set on purpose, but he brushed the doubt away, thinking that he and Amanda were always cordial with each other.
To be honest, Alexander was currently very dependent on Lyno, and the thought made him uneasy.
 (( Forgive me! I didn't notice that Luna had already posted. ;o; My dear Wuppa, forgive me T-T ...and say hello to new layout! wee~))
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:48 am
⧼ ♕ Кiɾάℓɥℵő ♕ ⧽ A sad sigh departed from Lyno's mouth as she placed her palm onto her cheek and allowed for her other arm to be support. She mumbled for a brief moment, thinking hard how it was to actually go the deed of opening chests and wandering about like some lost dog.
That reminded her, what of the dogs? Were there any in Wonderland? There was a Cheshire Cat, so why not dogs? Did Alexander have a dog? Bah, now if only she had a majestic beast jumping and receiving for her the fruits of hard earned labor.
She could have jumped on her own, but she wasn't a Track Star, more or less the book scholar than anything else. But at least Alexander did her bidding. But pity him for trying so hard! She hated to see him frown, especially in the time of defeat from a teenage girl who wore purple and pink since the day she was born. And tricked people, never forget that.
Lyno pondered and sighed sadly yet again, her plans failing right in her face. "Alexander dear, if you hate jumping so much, then I'll join you," Lyno stated with a reluctant smile. Like she said before, she wasn't Athlete material, couldn't run away from an angry flamingo any day of the year.
Looking down at the dark earth she firmly placed her legs sturdy on her foundation, jumped back a few paces, and with a fierce battle cry that was neither audible nor made sense she jumped.
Only to land a few inches far from actually stepping on other half of the bridge. She hung precariously, her elbows becoming chafed with the stone bits still left from the dastardly piece of rock. She huffed in angst, trying to pull herself as her legs dangled over the edge to a what seemed a peaceful stream, but alas it wasn't so peaceful. Dirt, mixed with water, mud...
'Ay me, what was I thinking?'ⓞⓞⓒ▐ : Ne~ Don't worry Para! You don't need to be so self loathing! I forgive you, I forgive YOU! And I love the layout, very...red!
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WhiteWingtip rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 12:06 pm
Radbod noted that this chest was also empty and continued on his way
whilst continuing to ponder the various riddles Chey had provided him with.
They served to occupy his many thoughts and he was quite glad for that so
that he had more time to think to himself while his other thoughts were
mainly focused on the riddles.
He hummed to himself once again before he started to sing a little melody
that had been stuck on his head for a while now. "Oh, All the king's horses
and all the king's men / Whatever they're doin' they'll do it again. / They lie
and they cheat until all were near dead / And they'll do it again and o'er
again!" He continued humming a moment before he glanced around and
noticed that he hadn't seen another soul in an awefully long time.
It took him another moment to remember that he was a in a maze with a
purpose, but he shrugged as he walked in an answer to another thought of
his before he continued on his merry way and stumbled over another chest.
Yes, this time the March Hare completely tripped over the chest and was
now draped awkwardly over it before he rolled off the chest and blinked up at
the sky. The frazzled March Hare tapped the chest lightly as if a light
punishment for knocking him over before he got up and brushed off his black
suit thoroughly. He heaved the white-rosed-chest open with a small grunt.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:19 pm
The name I was given is Jack, Jack of Diamonds.
I am 25 years old.
Sorry, but I'm gay.
You want my life story? Okay, but only the important bits...
I was born and raised to the King and Queen of Diamonds who were very
nearly exiled along with the Red Queen of Hearts. We have stayed loyal to
the Red Kingdom and thus far have aided the Red King and helped him come
into his power. I got wind of a plot to make the Red Kingdom look foolish,
and I... took care of it; with the aid of a little arsenic. I think the Red Kingdom
should rule once again, and will help Alexander rise to the challenge of
making our kingdom great once again.
I absolutely love getting my way, the red kingdom's glory, having a good time.
Ugh! I despise animals, the white kingdom, and any form of weakness!
Here's a picture of me.
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dragon_fire_313 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:27 am
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ As she lifted the lid of the chest so that it fell back on its hinges, the raven-haired beauty peered into the chest, expecting another prize since she seemed to be on a roll when it came to her chests. But her pride began to waiver as soon as she heard cogs beginning to whirr at increasing speeds before suddenly, a large boxing glove emerged from the chest. A gasp barely escaped the caterpillar's lips before she was hit in the face and flung backwards. The force of the blow sent her back many yards and even through one of the rose-ladened hedges. As she passed through said-hedge, her pristinely-tanned skin was tarnished by many cuts and a few bruises on her back before she impacted on the ground. She laid there for a moment, the taste of blood in her mouth, flabberghasted about what had just happened to her.
Staring up at the sky, although in slight pain and discomfort, couldn't have felt more peaceful to her. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The only situation that was better than this was laying upon her sliks and furs and smoking her hookah while staring upwards at the same sky she was observing at the moment. Raising her hands from each side of her, Tziphora then placed them upon her taut stomach, feeling the silky fabric of her dress while she ran one hand upwards and one downwards, making sure that there wasn't any permanent damage to her person. After a moment of fondling about, she found that nothing was wrong with her except for a slight cut down the center of her bottom lip. Nothing that time wouldn't fix, even if it was a blemish on her oherwise pristine exterior. Using her same slender palms, she pressed them against the grass beneath her before raising herself to a seated position. She craned her neck as she rolled her head about upon her shoulders, letting out small noises of relief whenever a joint that was stressed was cracked perfectly.
Her emerald orbs scanned her surroundings at this point, noting that now she was on the floor of a corridor that was entirely covered with red roses. Well hopefully she must be getting close to the center of the maze, right? Bending her knees, she swept her feet behind her as she hoisted herself into a squatting and then finally into a standing position. Her slender palms ran themselves down her fitted, silk dress, running over every inch of it, making sure that there was no damage. And since there was none, she could breathe a bit easier, for her insectuine body, her favorite body, was completely intact and unharmed. Raising a bare foot before stepping forward, Tziphora then began her journey once more into the depths of the red-intertwined roses. Her mouth still tasted like blood, although it wasn't as horrid as when the impact was first apparent.
"I wonder how much longer this game shall go on..."
The insectuine beauty raised a hand, her enlongated nails tracing against the various petals that surrounded her as she passed them by. Even in pain, she was still very much a lady, an elegant one at that. Each step she took was dainty and her head was held high, her chin parallel to the ground which she traveled. A light breath escaped her parted, nude lips as she reached a fork in the road, although the actual fork was another chest with two intertwined, red roses atop of it. Should she pursue this chest after one that had backfired so horribly on her? Well, she didn't know how much further the center of the maze was but for some reason, she had a feeling that she was getting close, if not she was definitely on the right path to get there. Well, she was until reaching this fork in the road.
"Ah hell with it."
Tziphora mused to herself as she shrugged off her floral backpack once more, quickly reaching behind her back with her right hand so she could catch it in mid-air before it fell to the ground with her various treasures. This time, she decided to take some extra precautions. She wasn't going to let her beautiful face be damaged any more, although the scratch upon her lip was more a blemish than actual damage. Once falling to her knees, the caterpillar quickly shuffled to the side of the chest, so in case this chest was boobytrapped, she would be able to avoid it altogether. After unlocking the chest with her numble fingers, she then hoisted the lid of the chest open, awaiting whatever fate had in store for her this time.
[ Out.Of.Mushrooms: ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:57 am
♣ November Fluenteir ♠
♥ The Jabberwocky ♦ Do not stop, time is rushing past.
The traces of your tears will scatter, the color of your tears will seem to frozen.
As with the rain, love will surely fall incessantly. ✖ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ✖
Everything was dark, darker than the wings of November.
Soon light appeared as the chest was opened. "Mhhh! Immm gmnmd hm smmm ymm! Hmm ymm hmm mm hen unbmmd thmm rmnmms? Lsmmhm cmn yhmm rmmovme thmn mlohm cnhming mh mnmth."(Translation of what November said :Tziphora! I'm glad to see you! Can you help me and unbind the ropes? Also can you remove this cloth covering my mouth.) November said happily as he was bind by ropes while his mouth was covered with an cloth leaving him helpless in his situation and leaving him to hoped that someone while help him. With the ropes unbind and the cloth removed, November clearly said "Tziphora, I thank you to the bottom of my heart. To help me, an monstrous creature." with an thankful tone and with an smile then November kneel and added "Whatever can I do to make it up to you, Tziphora?"
So how did our Jabberwocky end up in one of the chest for the game? It all started when he was bor- wait wrong line. Ok, this really how it started. Nov was taking a break from his duty helping the citizens of wonderland when he saw a group of bandits getting ready to raid an caravan filled with treasure chest. Then he felt an bump on his head making him unconscious. When he woke up, he was already gagged and tied. Then, he heard the bandits saying that the treasure chests has nothing inside them at all. One of the bandits suggested to put November inside one of the chest. So they did, leaving helpless in his predicament until he was saved by Tziphora.
And if ever November where to see those bandits again. He won't be showing any mercy.
✖ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ✖ The endless night will sleep.
The scar of your dreams leave behind the pain.
The sorrow..
Then an man solemnly and quietly vows :
I take your life forever..
You take my life.. ( Outrageously Odeared Coffee : Yay to my first post! Because Alexander opened his chest. I'll give the surprise in Tziphora's chest.)
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 12:33 pm
Jack had arrived very late to the party, but that was mostly because he
hadn't wanted to set foot in the White Kingdom in the first place. He found
the place mostly deserted and made a snide comment about the few reds
that had lingered around. He grabbed himself some tea, though he poured in
his own ingredient to make it taste better (namely scotch).
He chatted with a few reds, but avoided the White residents like the plague.
When they would attempt to talk to him, he would brush them off as if he
were an emperor among peasants. He wondered where Alexander had gone,
though he supposed that if the king had any brains left in his head, he would
be long gone; even if he had been the one to suggest this party.
Jack personally thought that the king had lost his head.
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