Homburg Molly has been rather quiet as of late. There hasn't been much need to do anything but rest up and train up, really and so currently the thirteen (nearly fourteen!) year old girl is outside doing a bit of target practice ( Read more... )

Enter a white rook, armed and wearing an Alyssian badge. While normally cheerful enough, he's currently wary, as he seems to have wandered far from his intended path.

"I say! What is this place?"

It doesn't look much like Wonderland, after all.

The White Rook, from Frank Beddor's The Looking Glass Wars.

She's feeling a bit useless lately. Between Hatter, Dodge, Sir Justice, Nolan and Genevieve it seems that Alyss is more than protected. In fact, an attack against her seems an incredibly stupid granted the amount of protection she has. All better than her, certainly; A Milliner, a man who lived and breathed for her, the Captain of the royal guard, ( Read more... )

The cute little kitten steps curiously into the main room, by way of a full-length mirror, and looks around curiously. After a bit of exploring, he hops up on a couch, where he sits, purring and looking generally adorable. He's so tiny and fluffy, and needs a home. Don't you want to pet him?

Typist: Um, this would be the Cheshire Cat, from ( Read more... )

*Enter a young man, rather battered and bloodstained -- but thankfully, he does have his head intact. Things would be a bit awkward if he didn't, especially since he's looking around, a bit confused, but more in search of his daughter, at the moment*

...Well. This isn't Wonderland.

Typist: This would be King Nolan Heart, otherwise known as ( Read more... )

She's young, but that won't be the first thing you notice. She carries herself too proudly, her eyes hold too much knowledge for that to be the case. The girl is garbed in a cracked leather overcoat, a Homburg style hat settled over russet hair and dipped over her dark eyes which are memorizing the place, tracing every exit, every inch of her ( Read more... )