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It wasn't as if she didn't know the story. There were many sins that the redhead could have committed in her not-so-long life but one that never would have been acceptable would have been ignoring Lewis Carroll. It had started with the very basic idea of the Disney production, then several other innocent variations, until the true thing had been placed into her hands at age ten. Her sister had always loved the book in a way that Cami herself could not, too scared of the thought of things that were slithy.

This was no different. Kidana was slilent as she stood before the door and its two guardians, listening to everything that needed saying. A frown pulled at Mixi's lips, distorting her face, as she listened to what they commanded her. "Alice has always been selfish, didn't you learn anything from the story? When an entire world rotates around you as the axis how can you be anything but?" Suffice to say that the blonde heroine had never charmed her much.

So this was a dream? She was not convinced. Everything that had happened to the blue-eyed trainee in such a short time and this was a dream? But the panic that came with usually being in the dark, surrounded by strange figures, was muted. Surprisingly absent and far away as if it had never existed. That could not possibly be a thing that happened to her for she'd wished too hard for such a thing for far too long. It was the most compelling of the evidence thus far.

Sudden doubt was cast on everything that had happened. Was Bix real? Was Kidana? The silence in her mind, even when fingers touched the arrow dangling from a chain around her neck, was absolute. Raising her chin Camixi tried to seem bold. She needed to figure out what was going on. "Very well. I'll spank Alice for you since she's been such a brat. But try to take some responsibility. Things that go bump in the night are not my creation!" But a way out of being afraid of them?

Well, she might have created that.

Stepping through the diminutive figure in blue cowered before her. Camixi had come in thinking that there was nothing that could be offered her that would be tempting but she underestimated the cleverness of a madwoman. Be with her at all times? Again, fingers tugged on the arrow around her neck, wishing for another voice, the voice of reason. Moments ticked by in silence as she stood there, paralyzed by choices that she didn't fully understand.

It wasn't until Cami staggered once, with sleepiness, that she realized something was happening. By then, it was too late to refuse. Not making a choice, was a choice. Hadn't she read that somewhere before? If you didn't exercise your will others would exercise theirs on you! Knees hit the ground, she was only able to murmur four words. "But it's not real."

fighting

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dmg: 5
strings: 5

FREEDOM

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dmg: 4
strings: -2

Uru recalled his sister sleeping beside her, he remembered the soft smell of Fang Snare that wafted the room before the pair of them fell into sleep on the sunken bed of his bedroom. He remembered the soft whimpers Fraustus gave just before he fell into his deep sleep and the whine Aster gave as he tried to get comfortable against the soul crusher. He could recall the comfort of his duvet covering him, sheltering him, the gentle tugs of the moving body beside him. He remembered it all. But this he did not expect; to be standing and spoken to by a figure of violet and gray, figures who speak of dreams and nightmares, of such he had been having as of late, startling him awake in a cold sweat, making him anxious for the morning, yearning for a cup of coffee as a lifeline to his sanity, to let him know that he was okay. He was a hard man on the outside, but his interior was vulnerable to the most blunt of metaphorical knives. This 'her' that they continued to speak of, he had sinking suspicious of who 'she' was and why 'she' wanted to hang onto him. He didn't rely on her, as they said, he was not dependent on her, she was just always there when he was lost. It was coincidence. If they wanted him to put her back to sleep, he believed that to be difficult as the last time he had encountered her was in Wonderland and she made absolutely no efforts in downing him, ripping his anger and hate from him, forcing him to relive memories he had suppressed. It was due time he repaid her in kind.

The door swung open and he felt his hackles rise. He felt restricted and angered well. The voice in his head was enough for him to break free, twisting with claws and teeth at the bonds that tied him, breaking free with a feral roar. No more strings. No more traps! Enough was enough! No more games! He growled as he struggled to pull himself free from his bindings.

Reaching for a book on the shelf of his room, the shelves came around him, smashing him between them, books flying everywhere as he continued to slam against him again and again and again and again and again and again. The book shelf continued to smash down on him, sending books and pages everywhere.

It had been devilishly hard to concentrate on anything this week. Strange things just kept happening! While he could have sworn he hadn't stepped a foot out of his room, any idle thought was liable to see him whisked away to someplace different. Very different.

And now he was faced with the cause of all this nonsense. Johan definitely wanted to put this puppet to sleep, so he could finally get some sleep himself!

However, he was bound! Cobwebs immobilized his limbs, holding him up like he was a marionette. Struggling, Johan realized he would have to cut through them to free himself. Luckily, he could move his hands just enough to draw some runes.

It wasn't easy to aim in this position, though. His first attempt missed entirely.

[Strings HP: 10]

Gritting his teeth, Johan pulled as hard as he could against the strings, trying to get his hand into a better alignment.

The rune flashed and severed one of the clinging strands! Yes!

[String HP: 9]

He had a little more freedom of movement, but now the string supported him less, and he swung from the force of his own movements. It threw off his aim, and the rune missed again!

[String HP: 9]