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((I'm just like that only movies give me headaches anyway...so I don't see a problem with watching it in 3D...I really wanna see it in 3D anyway.^^))

((Lucky...))

((*Tackle hugs Random* ...I did not just try that out or anything... >.>

But as for Alice in Wondelrand *sits in jealousy* I have to wait till Easter!!))

Cyrillia pushed Gale away. Standing up slowly, she took a couple of steps back to the guard. "Jeanette. I can do that too you know. I can sleep with any man I choose." She reached to her left, pushing the guards helmet up once more to stroke his cheek. "But I chose not to. For two very important reasons." She shoved the guard away, into the wall. "One, I do not need to submit myself to any man, two, you were the most important friend I had." She turned her back on Jeanie... So that she wouldn't see the tears "I assume this means you do not need me. You are no longer my Jeanie" She spoke quietly, shrinking down, becoming her true form at last, although only Jeanie would know that. The others would probably assume this was a trick for sympathy.

Jeanie began to cry. "Master, Master.." She ran forwards, kneeling down to hug the little girl. "I love you master, you will always be my closest.. my dearest" She was glad the King couldn't hear this, because Jeanie had been happy to be with him, she enjoyed being around him almost as strongly as she loved her master. "Please.. Do not go" She sobbed

((Does this mean Izzy can't remember what happened before her death?))
Josh sighed, waiting for them to start moving again. He wanted to see this house terribly. He did laugh at the sight of Alice though

Alice didn't answer, she was still staring at the scary stranger.. 'Reino' they said he was called. She edged a little further behind Ly. What she did notice however, was that as the sun had risen, the bodies which had littered the ground around the cottage had faded into tiny playing cards and were now being blown away by the wind

The twin turned a light rosy pink at the owlmen's actions. They are so forwards.. In company! They thought together, not showing pleasure or displeasure at their lovers' actions.

Jesta clapped her hands, running into the kitchen to try and make a cake. When she reached the room she noticed there was no oven, no cooking implements. In fact the only things it stored were cutlery and chinaware.. There wasn't even any food. So how come they always cook such delicious things so quickly.. She stared around the gleaming space

Josh nodded, laughing. "Of course, tell me more!"
Alice turned a slight pink when Ly grabbed her hand, but it wasn't obvious. "Dog park?" She questioned, walking beside him, carefully not looking at the man they were leaving
"Dog park.." Josh mused. "Why Ly?! You look positively terrified at the thought" He giggled again

The twins watched Jesta vanish, before looking at Mark. "We haven't seen you in a while, how are you good sir?" They asked

Alice giggled, "Dogs are.. fun" She smiled, "Though I do prefer cats" She squeezed Ly's hand "Don't worry, we won't let them hurt you" she joked
Josh joined in Alice's joke, "Well.. Not too much, I think you could carry on missing a limb or two" He smiled to show he didn't mean it. "You and your tea Izz.. Just HOW big?" He asked

The twins had been about to reply when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" They called, the door swinging open. "Why Antoinette!" They smiled, having heard tales of her. "Wonderful timing, do come in" They wanted to be gracious, not all of the tales were happy ones..

(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAvw46qMNrw fun new theme. smile wink Anna? ))

Cheshire whispered his voice into Alice's ear, "Time is ticking. Where are you? Who.... are... you?" he whispered, taking the part of the old, dead caterpillar. He missed the Caterpillar, and currently chose to bring him back vocally so as to stir up a bit of chaos. Truthfully, she was the one destined to unite the lands and oceans. She was supposed to defeat the Kings... one way or another. And rule all Wonderland. Beating both White and Cheshire for dominance as well. Yes, she had some large prophetical shoes to fill in.

((Start back into the main plotline, lol. Finally.))

Gale saw the physical change in Cyrillia. He'd seen this before. He wondered what brought about the change. He stepped slowly up to them, hating to break the moment. "I suggest you two redo your wedding vows after we leave. The King and Random will not be at peace forever," he spoke softly. He looked at Cyrillia. "If you remember the vase.... I'd prefer we leave before either of them do something we might regret," he warned.

The Ace that had been kissed and stroked now, stood frozen against the wall. He did not want to disturb any of them.

Random laughed again, the sound deep and rich as he lilted onto the bed. He tipped the hat on his head, the last bit of what he wore. "The madman runs asylum? Then, by all means, let us be mad. May be jester, King, but the crown sits on head of the Fool. Not knowing you bad no excuse. Take away pain? Very silly. You build three story house, but not have a second floor. Cannot take away part of someone and not take it all. When everyone happy all time, find no reason to laugh. Finding reason what keeps one on path. Think am angry that you share flesh? You take much more than that. Fact you never know what it is..." he shook his head, almost as if he pitied the monarch. "You take when you think you give. Took away Jeanie. Took away Master. Took away me." His smile broadens, sinking into a vicious grin. He took off the hat and spread his arms wide, like a ringmaster announcing the three rings. "Only fair that you know what you take." He hissed, then shouted aloud as he spoke to an invisible crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages!" He looked down to the King from his bed, eyes wide and manic, "If you direct attention to center ring, you see child in raiment of king, true wonder of the land, bearer of candies with razorblade filling, one who offers sanctuary as he sets heads on pikes upon ramparts made of bones of the dreamless and mortared with poison. A soul that glorifies itself, even as it eats away at own being. Let us find this soul, if can. Sure it is in there somewhere, diminished as it is." The wind around his hand began to rotate. "It play hide and seek as well?"

(Hope that's not too long. Apparently the movie got me insanity juices going. I need to take my Solili-Quit)

((-sigh- sweatdrop sorry. Deleted them from the post. Will make a new one.))

Zack headed to the fireplace to start a fire, trying to make the place wam and cozy. Hoot decided to help with that by supplying logs to be used for fuel in the fire.

((haha, I'm quite enjoying it random.))

Haven laughed back. "If Jester wears crown, long as he keeps King happy, maybe he should do his job better, than trying to attack the King. A headless Jester doesn't do his job well. But then again, you've already lost your head. We all have," and here his voice lost all comedy. "You speak in broken sentences and flip at the drop of a hat. You are a broken man with a broken mind. I love Jeanie, yet you refuse to accept that. Is it because you cannot accept that someone tries as hard as you at life? What would you have me do to show you, what you think is not, is true? You are a broken man, but not lost. I see the pieces. You love her as well.... For this I have nothing to add. I love her as well. Is it a love as a sister you seek? I would gladly have you and the rest of your group live with me. You may be insane, but by being insane, you understand sanity. One can only think outside the box, if one becomes the opposite of what they want to study. Would you not agree? In order to be good king, then, I had to study control. A good king doesn't control, but is a puppet of good of the people. Not a puppet of the people themselves. I've been turning them into puppets to see all that I can. You see the humanity, yet are as distant of that, as the man you have been with since your journey here. Your friend, Gale, no doubt you have seen his seperation in things. He is attatched to studying things. So much so, that he detatches from all life. You are following the man that followed you... If I was to ask you... Long life, or short brilliant one... which would you choose?" he asked, the room seeming to suck all other sounds out of the room. This was one man against another. Brain to brain, heart to heart, and Lover to Brother. Though which of which to Jeanie was unknown as of yet.