3 - [Voice / Action]
[The comm comes on briefly as Alice grips it a little too tight. You can hear her muttering wildly though it's hard to hear as the device is muffled by her hand. Something about pocket-watches and primroses. And then suddenly she shrieks.]
OFF
WITH
THEIR
HEADS!
[She throws the comm at a wall and it switches off in a flurry of static.]
[It had been a few days since Alice had returned to an unnatural state of living. That did not particularly bother her. Had she been in any other mental state, perhaps one more connected with reality, then she might have been a little more disturbed. But within her own mind she'd died countless times in a flurry of butterflies, always to be reborn. This was not so different.
No.
Her mind dwelt on the shadow abominations that had devoured her. The likeness they bore to the nightmarish Ruins, products of that sick doctors own workings, made her gut twist and her mind broil with unspeakable rage.
She retreated into her own mind, to Wonderland for a long time. Days she waited in the Vale of Tears for some familiar face to show. But none came. Neither ally nor enemy. Wonderland felt oddly deserted. She wandered for a long time seeking out any sentient life. No Rabbit, no Cat, no Duchess nor Mock Turtle. Walrus and Carpenter were conspicuous only in their absence. Not even a pawn in the Red and White Realms. And the Queen's castle was sealed even to her.
Finally she stood slowly, picking up her knife as if in a trance. Dazed, she studied the blade, watching the yellow light dance on it's razor edge. And with very little fuss at first, began to slice and stab everything in her bedroom, gradually building up a head of steam as she brought the blade down again and again and again, causing wanton destruction.
Pig, her capybara, sat outside and pawed mournfully at the door as things crashed and Alice screamed and screamed from within.
Why did he always get landed with the unstable ones?]
OFF
WITH
THEIR
HEADS!
[She throws the comm at a wall and it switches off in a flurry of static.]
[It had been a few days since Alice had returned to an unnatural state of living. That did not particularly bother her. Had she been in any other mental state, perhaps one more connected with reality, then she might have been a little more disturbed. But within her own mind she'd died countless times in a flurry of butterflies, always to be reborn. This was not so different.
No.
Her mind dwelt on the shadow abominations that had devoured her. The likeness they bore to the nightmarish Ruins, products of that sick doctors own workings, made her gut twist and her mind broil with unspeakable rage.
She retreated into her own mind, to Wonderland for a long time. Days she waited in the Vale of Tears for some familiar face to show. But none came. Neither ally nor enemy. Wonderland felt oddly deserted. She wandered for a long time seeking out any sentient life. No Rabbit, no Cat, no Duchess nor Mock Turtle. Walrus and Carpenter were conspicuous only in their absence. Not even a pawn in the Red and White Realms. And the Queen's castle was sealed even to her.
Finally she stood slowly, picking up her knife as if in a trance. Dazed, she studied the blade, watching the yellow light dance on it's razor edge. And with very little fuss at first, began to slice and stab everything in her bedroom, gradually building up a head of steam as she brought the blade down again and again and again, causing wanton destruction.
Pig, her capybara, sat outside and pawed mournfully at the door as things crashed and Alice screamed and screamed from within.
Why did he always get landed with the unstable ones?]