Post by Cera Lorraine Heart on Jan 5, 2017 23:18:58 GMT -5
"That knave was framed," Cera responded with a cheeky grin, "claims it was a Hatter that came." The Queen of Hearts did indeed make those tarts, but only one as foolish as a Hatter would be daft enough to steal them. Certainly not a simple knave. Returning the hug, Cera frowned. "Well if you'd stop stealing from me I'd stop telling the guards to keep you out, wouldn't I? A girl can only declare your head off so many times."
Taking a step back from the embrace, Cera returned her attention to the Alice-like youngin trying to seize control of the room. She found it highly inappropriate a mere child was in charge here. Even more so that the child was manipulating a grown man who lay unconscious at her feet, to manipulate the lot of them. "Curiouser and curiouser, isn't it?" Cera said to Haesel, an echo of what a blonde child once said. "What do you think? I'm still not sure what a ..staple? is."
Post by Addalyn Ataktos on Jan 6, 2017 10:14:47 GMT -5
Oh where did the party go? W e w e r e e n d i n g i t o n t h e p h o n e
I'm not gonna go home alone
Where, where did the party go?
Something was odd about the Phoenix. Actually there were a dozen things odd about not only the phoenix, but also about this situation. If the childh could in fact manipulate heaven and hell, then she practically could manipulate the entire balance as she saw fit. If that was the case, then why would the Phoenix need a handful of half minded lunatics. Tricksters weren't always the most reliable source of trust, and then Wonderlandians were even more unworthy of absolute trust. Everyone in the room was so different, too different pinpoint why they would actually be needed...but maybe that was the point. As Amara released them, Addy quickly aught her balance. She was beginning to under this child all the more. Smiling softly, Addy looked at Kyson first, and then returned to her glance to the young Phoenix. "It's because we all crave something more than anything else in the world." Taking a half step towards the eerie child, Addy kept her guards up.
Even though Addy was making a point to be cautious. Her more reckless Trickster instincts were beginning to slip out. "There is something we each want. Something we want enough we would commit any amount of sins to achieve it. With such sins, the embodied demons would be drawn to us." Pressing her lips tightly together, Addy felt her mind begin to spin. "We sin, then she will give us what we want most." It came to her like some kind of odd dream. It was easy to be a sinner when you were completely unstable, which could be the only reason Amara would gather such creatures of the deep. It wasn't at all that this child was desperate for others to join her, no. From the beginning she had been very particular, it had all been planned out. A sly smile crawled across Addy's lips as she playfully curtsied before the child. "Tell me what to do."
Kyson shook his head, watching the cat girl. He wasn't going to feed into her. That was what she wanted. He knew what she was, a Cheshire. He didn't care. He never cared about what others were because he only cared about certain things. If she wanted to be able to take him down, so be it. She could try. But threatening him, wasn't something that he was going to just let happen. He eyed the phoenix as he was tossed back, a snarl of sorts coming out of him, his eyes flaring to a bright pale green and he closed them, closing his fists and shaking his head. Addy had stepped forward, she wanted to be able to work with this little girl, but Kyson wasn't very sure. He didn't honestly want to fight anymore. They had just come back from being dead, why were they running right back into this? This wasn't what was supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to jump from war to death back into war. He shook his head and stood up, his eyes following Addy and he shook his head. He would stay by her side, but he knew that in his heart this was not what was needed to happen. The two of them needed to stay out of war, hide from it even. To survive. Pandora's box was a constant war that they had escaped and Hell was about half as bad for them. It was a prison. Being in a war, was like hell on earth. You're still in prison, but on the other hand, you have a better grasp of things. You have more control. Control was not something that Kyson always had though, not since the hunters did their experiments on him. He had lost control over himself because of them. They took him, they controlled him. It wasn't right. This girl, was no better, controlling them and telling them what to do. Tricksters weren't supposed to take orders, they were supposed to be free-willed creatures. He refused to take orders again. He stood up and looked at Amara, cutting her off before she could answer Addy, "She may ask you what to do, i'm asking something else. What do you want done. You won't tell me what to do, because I will never be controlled again. I will never take orders again. I'll take into consideration of what you want done, and on my own free will, I'll decide how I want to do it." Kyson was done. HE refused to be a puppet again. Refused to lose control of himself again.
Post by Haesel Pratten on Jan 7, 2017 21:44:19 GMT -5
Far to occupied with the feeling of Lanes incredibly soft fur she almost couldn't be bothered with whatever serious discussion that was taking place between the little Alice and the self righteous man. Fur... things that started with F, fur... friends... fairies... ferrets... fruit... flowers... Chuckling to Cera's banter, Haesel began to miss the satisfaction of sitting around aimlessly for weeks on end. At mention of her head she scrambled to reach for her neck, "My head... Off with it?! Bleeeeh" Making a mocking gesture of cutting her head off and crumpling down to the ground Haesel began to fake a very dramatic death. Moments after her "death" she lay still to the floor next to the man who might soon face a similar fate. Turning her head to admire his chiseled physique she thought of Cera's words, "Quite curious indeed. Perhaps she used a few on this one."
It wasn't until the little Alice girl pushed them halfway across the room and froze them all in their place that her attention had been grabbed. Slightly irritated with the interruption from her snack Haesel glared at the little girl. Picturing with all her might she tried to reach for the crumpet that lay teetering at the edge of the table she had been sitting on. With nothing more but a mere twitch from her fingers Haesel let out an audible sigh. It wasn't that Haesel opposed the little Alice girl it was simply that there were far more important things to do. Like tea time. Looking to the clock on the nearby wall Haesel was sent into a tizzy. Missing tea time was never an option for Haesel. Catching the tail ends of the little Alice girls address, Haesel wasn't quite sure what she wanted from her. It would certainly be something to think over her tea. The instant her body had been freed from its temporary prison she paced over to the table, fetched her crumpet from the table and tossed her hat into the air. Exclaiming hastily before apperating into the hat, "I'm late I'm late I'm late, for a very important date!"
The child was ruthless with knowledge beyond her years. She directed her wrath at any living body around her , desperate to hide the hollowness of her soul. Since a young age Amara never got along with others. The child knew how to take pain, which translated quickly into her known how to also deliver it. On one hand she could count the people that she cared about, and none of which included individuals from her blood line. Even when Amara did care for a person, it didn't mean she would absolutely lay her life down for them, but more so she might have passing thoughts of them when they were gone. Amara was a child risen from the ashes, a child made to represent a creation of life. But a child who lacked any true depth to her soul.
The tricksters had quickly turned the tune, and while Amara listened to both the female and males words, she found the slight irritation in their tone off setting. They wanted to live, at least that was how the two had acted when the wall had been originally shattered, so that would be their motivation. And if worst came to worst and one didn't want to listen, she would easily use the other create an example. The figures of Wonderland were an entirely different beast. While their abilities were of legend variety, the simple lack of control made Amara question their usefulness in this war.
At one moment,Amara had been completely focused and the next her attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere. Focusing her eyes now towards the entrance of the library, Amara seemed to compltely block out all further comments being made. The company had arriaved slightly earlier than planned, but that was no concern. Looking towards Haesel in approval of her disappearance, Amara then turned her attnetion towards the Tricksters. "I want the outside watched." Amara now directly looked at Kyson as she explained what she wanted done much rather than what she would like them to do. This was no longer a option up to debate, especially wth the guest arriving. The options were becoming simple, so as asked or be disposed of. Turning her attention now towards Ophelia and Julian, Amara closed the books that were neatly laid out before her on the table. "I will need you both to remain. That is unless there is some further conflict." Directing her eyes at Ophelia first, and then towards Julian, Amara waited several seconds for a response before taking her books ad slding them back along the shelves. As she returned several books, she also withdrew several more and placed them back along the table. The Game would soon be beginning.