Alice Liddell 001 // In a World of my Own

[madcuriosity]

Who: Alice Liddell and whoever wants to help her
Where: Somni
Style: Either
Status: Open ♥

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[chose_death]

Indeed the gentleman was French, and his voice carried with it a stiff, calculated but rather nondescript accent. He gave the impression of a man trying too hard to keep his own voice well-measured and regulated.

"People do not often find nonexistent countries on maps."

Javert regarded the girl silently, his expression souring. What a bother, to discover a lost child. He didn't want to have that sort of responsibility over a wayward little girl, but he also knew that it wasn't an option to let her be. She appeared to be no older than eight or nine. When one was of such a high-class family as her, disappearances were noticed. But Javert was a busy man who worked more often than not, and he never carried a particular fondness in his heart for children. He would have to make a report to Edgeworth about the situation and arrange for accommodations for her from there.

The Inspector gave a low titter, a close-mouthed click of his tongue at the back of his throat. He pressed his lips into a thin, contemplative line.

"Come, mademoiselle," Javert commanded with all the authority of the most severe of tutors. It came as naturally to him as breathing. He gave her a resigned gesture of his head to the path behind him and prepared to retrace his steps back to the station.

"Follow me!"

[madcuriosity]

She eepe'd and then followed after him as quick as she could. She was at a vast disadvantage that her legs were shorter than his. She was reminded of her math tutor with the way he spoke to her. He was French as well. Perhaps the French were just dour sort of people. But she didn't understand the sayings then. Weren't they supposed to be flighty and constantly seeking love? Although Alice didn't know what was so bad about trying to find love. She didn't love anyone except her family (and Dinah but one loved a cat differently than you loved a person). But if she did love someone she didn't know why she wouldn't seek it out. But this man wasn't anything like that. He was about as much fun as scarlet fever.

She tried to keep up, and she was reminded of having tried to keep up with the Red Queen. It at least assured her that she wasn't in the Looking Glass. If she were in the Looking Glass she would have been much faster than this gentleman, because she was able to move all over the board at her whim. If she heard his thoughts she would have stopped in her tracks however.

No one had asked him to look after her. And if he was such a sour man he could go off on his way and Alice would have gone off on her own. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself... or at least... if she were by herself she wouldn't have to deal with his horrid disposition.

She was trying with some difficulty to keep up. At least her endeavor to keep pace was keeping her warm.