A Little Late

[darker_alice]

Alice, assuming that all of the nonsense of Mayfield has blown over, finds a package in the mail. Curious, she opens said package, revealing the much treasured weapon she'd been hoping for: The Vorpal Blade. A small smile forms on the girl's face as she grabs the weapon, wanting to hold it in her hand properly, see it glint in the air before it

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[beatssuperpaper]

[Bernkastel cannot resist approaching the odd, running girl. She's used to insane people running around and stabbing things, after all, so naturally she takes some interest in this particular one, to see what she would do...]

Now what do we have here.

[darker_alice]

Alice turned at the sound of the voice, snarling. It was the Queen of Hearts then, was it? It was bad enough to be back in the asylum, but to have to see her most fearsome enemy here, it was too much. The Vorpal Blade wouldn't help much here, but she would do her best.

"Come then!" Alice said. "I'm ready! I took you down before, don't think I'll back down now!"

If you want this dropped quickly, feel free to stab Bern. She'll revive, after all.

[beatssuperpaper]

"Oh, I'm sure you never took me down, although I suppose there is a first time for everything." The witch replied. Clearly, the girl was seeing things.

Not that Bern hadn't seen people with hallucinations before.

She also was not nice enough to go along with Alice's hallucinations, and thus did not attack, but simply stood there and looked at the girl, curious at how she would react.

Re: If you want this dropped quickly, feel free to stab Bern. She'll revive, after all.

[darker_alice]

Alice blinked. That was strange: the Queen of Hearts had never said anything like that before, and she certainly never stayed put, watching her. If anything, she would be the first to attack: her massive size and strength was more than a match for the girl, especially when all she had was the Vorpal Blade.

Unfortunately, Alice still could see nothing but the Queen of Hearts, and she WAS still in the insane ward as far as she could tell.

"Have at it then!" Alice said and flung the knife in a forward arc, although now her perception of the asylum and the Queen dimmed, as if she were watching a television trying to get a picture (which she wouldn't, since those were invented before her time). Still, her throw was flawless, the form perfect as the blade sailed toward the Queen(?) and hit its mark.

[beatssuperpaper]

...

That was kind of a bummer for the witch, who had thought she'd manage to get some more amusement out of this. Unfortunately, she had been too occupied with thinking up ways to turn this even more amusing, and had thus been too slow with actually dodging.

"You know, most people..." There was some coughing, involving blood "would have paused for at least a moment."

More blood. Knife hit well, after all. The witch was, once again, dying.

[darker_alice]

Of asll the things to unsettle Alice, it was hearing her hated enemy talk something about pausing. Why would the Queen of Hearts, the most dangerous person in all of Wonderland, tell her something that obviously made so little sense? Pausing in Wonderland was as good as signing your own death sentence. You just didn't do it.

But when the illusion fell from her eyes, Alice saw quite well why it WOULD have been a good idea: the while thing was a liem, and she had NOT felled the Queen of Hearts but instead had knifed an innocent bystander. Alice's eyes flashed in fury, and though she knew this person would be brought back the next day, it didn't change the fact that she'd been manipulated, and that in another situation, she'd be guilty of killing a civilian.

"Bugger, I hate this place," Alice muttered darkly, then knelt over to the girl. "Um...sorry."

[beatssuperpaper]

"There's..." [Have some more blood coughed on the floor. There's room for more, after all] "...worse that I experienced..."

There's the flicker of a smile on her face. "Could you end ...it?"

[darker_alice]

Alice grimaced. She hated that things had to be this way. She hated more that someone had used her to do this in the first place.

"I should like to know about that if you don't hate me terribly," Alice said.

Thee request she could fulfill: Alice was not cold blooded, but she was precise, and her weapon was made for such. With a flick at the neck the throat was slit.

Alice got up, sighing. Her hands were bloodstained, her head clear, her heart heavy. THIS was the sort of person she had from most of the people in mayfield, her true line of work.

[beatssuperpaper]

"Not particularly, it'd...make this quicker."

In fact, the witch had wondered about the effect the request would have had. Most people would probably have reacted with consi
derable guilt, even after a phase of manic aggression. Even while, well, being quite stabbed and bleeding to death, the witch was thinking more along those lines than about, well, worrying about her internal organs.

Really, Mion had been worse, back then.

[darker_alice]

Alice was well aware of how heartless she would seem, carrying out this request, but she had lost a bit of the self that hated violence and aggression in the asylum. Those were days were innocence meant something, when she could still reason that some things she would never do no matter what the cost.

In Alice's expanded world view, that cost was the foundation of the human soul, something she was quite sure she'd lost somewhere in Wonderland.