[[The pale, redheaded vampire pads through the halls of the Enchanted Castle, covered in a cloak to ward off the sun, humming to herself as she places floral wreaths upon every door she encounters.
[[In one of the rooms at the end of the hall where the little vampire is walking, the little Victorian redhead that resembles her and is dressed in a custom MadHatter ensemble is sitting on her bed and practicing her sewing. As she does so, she lists off words out loud to herself. She at the moment doesn't consider that her door being cracked part-way open could mean she would be bothering someone outside.]]
[[Ahiru blinks as she passes a particular room, hearing random words being spoken. Slowly after pressing the wreath against the wood, she inched the door open a bit more and peaked inside.]]
[[Unfortunately someone speaking startles Ahiru Liddell, and she pricks her finger on her needle when she looks up.]]
Ow!
[[Shaking her hand so that she wouldn't feel the urge to suck on the wounded finger, she focuses on the girl in the doorway...another unAhiru?]]
Oh...pardon me, was I bothering you? I know that talking to oneself can bother people--at least, it bothers the people I've encountered since it should look rather peculiar if one can only talk to themselves and rather rude when they could be talking to someone else--
[[Rambling again. She forcefully cuts herself off, giving a weakly self-conscious laugh.]]
[[The scent of blood hits Ahiru's sensitive nose, and her eyes widen with worry. Oh no, she made her--!
The vampire pushed through the door and approaches the girl, dipping down to examine the tiny wound.]]
No, no, you weren't a bother at all! I was just wondering who it was...
[[She gives her double a toothy, fang-revealing smile and puts down the wreaths. She pulls out a handkerchief from her cloak pocket to wrap around the finger.]]
I sew as well. I hope I didn't make you prick yourself too badly!
The Ahiru in her world is Uzura's pet duck. It dies. That's about it.weigh_a_feelingAugust 17 2010, 21:24:40 UTC
[[She's going in. These past few...what has it been, days, weeks, forever? She's drifted between this enchanted castle place, and the stage, the eyes of the other players and Drosselmeyer's words burn into her and Siegfried touches her hand.
She doesn't know which part is waking, and which is dreaming.
She does know that there's something wrong with her head, something different than the things that were wrong with it before.
So she stumbles inside, only to find a cloaked figure that felt--a little like she belonged, a little like she was just an audience member. Lasting a little longer than she should be.
This guy seriously needs to meet more peopleunwilling_sparkAugust 17 2010, 23:22:43 UTC
[Sparkir is, as usual, hard at work in his lab. The current subject of his intense focus was a collection of small gears and wires that were being fitted into the back of a pendant with a large red gem, set in the middle of a wide golden collar.
Today, he'd left the door slightly ajar while he was working, to keep his workroom from getting too stuffy.]
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Crossing the room, he throws the door open.]]
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[[The little vampire stumbled forward when the door flew open, and the wreath missed the wooden barrier completely.
Instead, she accidentally makes to put the wreath right over Fakir's head.]]
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[[Fakir, having expected something more sinister or at least more calm to be at his door, flails back.
Not before the wreath lands on his shoulders, encircling his neck, though.]]
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...And giggled.]]
Hi! It looks nice on you!
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...Merry-go-round...madness...mmm-marvelous!...mending...
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Hello?
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Ow!
[[Shaking her hand so that she wouldn't feel the urge to suck on the wounded finger, she focuses on the girl in the doorway...another unAhiru?]]
Oh...pardon me, was I bothering you? I know that talking to oneself can bother people--at least, it bothers the people I've encountered since it should look rather peculiar if one can only talk to themselves and rather rude when they could be talking to someone else--
[[Rambling again. She forcefully cuts herself off, giving a weakly self-conscious laugh.]]
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The vampire pushed through the door and approaches the girl, dipping down to examine the tiny wound.]]
No, no, you weren't a bother at all! I was just wondering who it was...
[[She gives her double a toothy, fang-revealing smile and puts down the wreaths. She pulls out a handkerchief from her cloak pocket to wrap around the finger.]]
I sew as well. I hope I didn't make you prick yourself too badly!
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She doesn't know which part is waking, and which is dreaming.
She does know that there's something wrong with her head, something different than the things that were wrong with it before.
So she stumbles inside, only to find a cloaked figure that felt--a little like she belonged, a little like she was just an audience member. Lasting a little longer than she should be.
She taps the figure on the shoulder.]]
Miss?
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She gives the Rue a toothy grin, revealing a pair of fangs quite easily.]]
Hi! Something you need?
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Yes, quite. I'm Rue, and I was wondering, well, where is this?
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[[She shifts the wreaths in her arms.]]
This is...I don't really know, but...I've been here for a long time. People are taken here from different worlds.
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Today, he'd left the door slightly ajar while he was working, to keep his workroom from getting too stuffy.]
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