“That is an awful lot of time,” Mimsy murmured, brow knit with worried concentration. This was a predicament - she had wanted so badly to be able to help him with what he needed, because Wonderland should be perfect for everyone who wanted to be here, but that was a request that could not be fulfilled. As hard as she thought about a solution, with logic from both this world and a lesser place, there was no way to agree. She could - and would - answer with something other than ‘no’, but that would still leave half of them with unfulfilled needs.
But she continued to think, eyes filled with concern as she watched him bow, one thumb shaking as she tried her best to resist her anxious habits.
She did not have to try for long.
“Robert!” she squealed, skipping from zero to ecstatic at an alarming pace.
<’Robert!’> Svensyl echoed, forgetting for a moment that he was not quite as real as she was.
Typically, she might have flung her arms around him for a hug, but there was no place for typical here. Instead, she tried to take in everything as quickly as she could; she touched his cheek, the edge of his grin, one portion of his hair, his hat, his coat, his wings. Her fingertips lingered there as she admired the feathers, marveling at their accuracy.
ALICE was a very good girl.
“You should concentrate your requests upon things that you do not already have, lest you find yourself with duplicates and not enough room to keep it all,” she advised him with a smile, patting his chest with both of her hands. Then she did what was typical with this sort of thing, because it was only her first day here, and she could not change all of her habits at once. A habitual deficiency was a troubling condition, but carried the possibility of being cured with a kiss like ailments in fairy tales about nonexistent worlds, so she kissed him too. Just in case.
“Thank you for finding me. It must have been difficult for you to continue searching for me at many points in your journey, if you have traveled the entirety of Wonderland. Robert, we’re in Wonderland!” Her voice was trembling, with excitement or something else entirely, and she could hardly keep herself still. “It is just as I told you. Just as we read together! I never doubted that you would find the rabbit hole, but I am very glad that you did. We have so much to do, in so...well! So much time, I suppose!”
She laughed.
“Isn’t everything perfect here, now that we have found each other? I have been paying careful attention to catch my six impossible things - sort of like chasing a bread-and-butterfly with a spinnet, ha ha! Have you found your im--”
‘You're my impossible thing, and I believe in you.’
“Oh,” she squeaked, lungs curiously absent of the air that she needed to speak. Replaced by that memory, perhaps, and she did not like the idea of having to cough up something so important like it was a half-invisible hairball. “I remember. You caught me! Might you loan me some time to discover my remaining four impossibilities?”
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 30
Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes that appear incredibly manic behind her thick glasses in her haste to see everything, bright red and indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid, ending just before her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples.
The sound of his name on her lips felt like she was already kissing him. Her hands were everywhere, softening his grin into a smile and melting half of the madness away. He couldn't play the game if she was this distracting. He was losing the role, inch by inch, in place of the warm and desperate needs her touch brought about. He grabbed both of her hands, and turned them up to kiss each palm. Her warning got a laugh, and he released her so that his arms could wrap around her.
There. Mimsy slid into his embrace like a key fitting a lock, and he let out a sigh of relief. Even in this world, he'd gone half mad without her. The other half had been entirely for her, but that was just an act.
It was a part he'd be willing to play until the end of Wonderland, if it made her this happy. But for now, he secured a few solid minutes of sanity.
"I know, I remember - every bit of it! It's perfect for you, Mimsy. Nothing this perfect has ever happened before." He buried his face in her hair, and inhaled. "We must make the very best of it."
She wanted time. He wanted to give her everything. Time would be a good place to start.
The watches around them scuttled desperately, until there were no more left to run. The cries of 'It's coming!' had faded away in the wake of their ecstatic reunion. Now, it was all silence. Silence, and a far away sound.
"Aha, finally." The mask of the hatter returned, as he took her hand, and turned to look at where the sound was coming from. "It's coming." A grin - one made just for her - lifted his features with wild abandon. "We must follow time, it's getting away from us!"
“Perfect for us?” It was meant to be a statement, an adamant correction, but doubt slipped in at the worst possible time and nudged it into an inquiry. “We will have no difficulty making the best of this. Wonderland does that all by itself! Besides, ‘make’ implies a requisite process that is not yet complete, something that we must do to achieve the best. Surely you have not forgotten our excellence, if you remember every bit!”
She squeezed his hand in the middle of a fit of giggles.
“We will simply be the very best of it, because that is what we already are. It is both factual and actual, and a truth with two such descriptors that so easily rhyme is indisputable. They are stitched into the clothecomb of Wonderland, and stitches don’t come unstitched!”
Her hand held tightly onto his, and she swung both between them as she spoke, as if they were each half prepared for a very large leap.
“It’s coming!” she cheered, laughter in her voice as she tugged on his arm. “Come on! It’s coming! Take your own advice! If you cannot take your own advice, nobody else will find it appealing at all!”
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 30
Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes that appear incredibly manic behind her thick glasses in her haste to see everything, bright red and indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid, ending just before her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples.
Take his own advice? He was ready to do so, and he turned to stumble forward, hand in hand with the cheshire cat he'd been searching for so long -
But the Jabberwock was mercilous, biting him not once, but twice. He was limping, more than running, now.
6/10 hp
OOC
My character's username: HULKWICH My character's level: 18 Character's HP: 6/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: Other than a pair of white angel wings, this particular mad hatter looks remarkably normal at first glance. Blonde, spiky hair and a looming tall build - but to look in his eyes is to understand why he'd been picked for his job class. Blood red, with dark circles under them, and one was dilated fully and usually twitching. Mad was a good way to put it. Character journal:[ Battle Entry Log ]
The fact that there really was something coming was now an unavoidable truth. Though she held tightly onto Robert's hand, intending to run like the other residents of Wonderland had done, she could never fight her curiosity. Especially not here.
Whatever it was, it was large, its silhouette stretching far across the trees. She held her breath and waited, just one second longer--
"Oh--oh my--are...it is really--"
Yes, it was really.
Mimsy burst out laughing and didn't stop, even when the famed jaws that bite did just that. Svensyl was entirely incoherent at the idea of a member of his own species actually trying to eat him - well, kind of - because that was just not something they practiced at all.
"It is here!" That was obvious, but she was still using her free hand to point right at it. "And it is a Jabberwock! Oh, I cannot believe...I...aw, stop, you are not nearly as frightening as you--you--"
There was no point to even trying to speak through another bout of uproarious cackling.
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 10
Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes that appear incredibly manic behind her thick glasses in her haste to see everything, bright red and indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid, ending just before her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples.
Mimsy was cackling, and Robert was limping, but he continued to try and pull her away. When it failed to work, he moved to stand in front of her, just in time to hear the voices.
By now, he was used to voices. They were nothing special to him. He simply stood in front of Mimsy, and was snapped up by the Jabberwock because he refused to leave her unprotected.
Had it shied away from her laughter? Mimsy would have, if she were it. Maybe found a new place to try to feel frightening, if that was what it enjoyed, like one of the oyster colonies.
An offer snaked its way through the trees, a uniform murmuring of opportunity. Her ears perked and turned towards the sound, just long enough for her to listen to it in its entirety.
It was a very nice offer.
But she had Wonderland now.
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 10
Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes that appear incredibly manic behind her thick glasses in her haste to see everything, bright red and indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid, ending just before her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples.
Mimsy had been spared the sight of Robert being devoured, but that did not stop him from returning to her side the moment his body respawned, whole and ready to fight. Yet, when he ran towards her, he could tell she was distracted - and still very much not running away. He had no choice but to try and steal the Jabberwock's attention.
"HEY, OVER HERE!" He screamed out, as he came running. It worked..
Robert hadn't even had a chance to hear the voices that beckoned to him, before the Jabberwock ate him up whole.
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2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:38 am
Moments later, Robert respawned again. This was getting remarkably disorienting, because first he was there, and then he was eaten, and now he was here again.
He felt a sense of deja vu as he ran forward to capture the Jabberwock's attention again.
Robert stopped in his tracks when he heard Ramona's voice, and stared at the Jabberwock with wide, unblinking eyes. Had it really just mimicked his false daughter, to lure him in?
"Dude, I'm right ******** was all he managed to get out.
Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:40 am
Another day, another respawn. Robert thought he was starting to get a headache from how much it actually hurt to die.
But at least it was quick.
"Mimsy, RUN!" He screamed out, finally trying to get her to move away to safety so that he didn't have to keep dying for her.
The petite Cheshire Cat had spent many hours wandering around the woods and battling. So far she'd eaten mushrooms and some strange plant monsters. Though her stomach didn't turn sour, as it never did, she didn't feel very satisfied yet. She wanted to snack on something, or find something. To what that something was she had no idea but she found herself wandering again in the words, finding nothing here or there.
That was until her ears folded tightly to her head at the loud sound of breaking branches. Over the wind she could ear it clear as day. "It? What's an it?" Nothing answered as the entire woods died. It was eerieely silent and her ears shifted, trying to pinpoint any sound. Nothing.
She didn't like silence. Or being alone. Both at the same time shook her to her core and the usually bouncing and happy n0ms felt something moving over her. Fear? Was that what it was? It was a darkness of some sort...
Perhaps driven by fear or instinct the petite girl turned slowly. All she could make out was teeth and claws. For a moment she was frozen, breathing hard and it swept its claws at her, making a small cut. "Ah!" There was no way that she, even with her own sharp teeth and abilities, could even hope to take down. In a panic she finally moved, bounding off as quickly as she could. She had wanted a snack, not to BE a snack.
MY STATS
My character's username: n0mn0ms Character's HP: 9/30 My character's level: 4 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [Tulgey Woods] Small IC description of character: n0mn0ms (aka n0ms) is a 4' 11'' petite girl with white hair, wearing the blue and black uniform of the Chesire Cat. She has bright pink eyes and long black boots made for kicking, with cat tail and ears to go with it. Character journal: [n0mn0ms log]
Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:43 am
She didn't hear him - or maybe she did, and just couldn't tear herself away. Could he really blame her? It was the Jabberwock.
Well, maybe he could blame her a little. It was repetitively devouring him, after all.
Robert respawned and decided the Jabberwock needed a few kicks to it's stomach. So he ran at it again, and tried to convince Mimsy to move back, while simultaneously preparing himself to be eaten again.
