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Alias: Gretel
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs

Basic Appearance: I've got scars everywhere and anywhere but my face. Some are more well-defined than others like the one across my stomach. The only one who hasn't seen it and ran away with fear in their eyes is Hansel. There's a reason why so many people had ran away. It a deep red gash that is so large, my navel is nowhere to be seen. My hair is usually in a braid of some sort, it's only hung loose if I'm sleeping. Hansel helps me braid, I like it when he plays with my hair.

Personality: Sweet, innocent, naive. I wish I could claim I was that but I don't have the heart to tell you right now. No, I'm not good. I'm not lovely nor do I care for many people, animals or valuables. I have issues that might need to be dealt with but right now, they're the least of my worries. The only person I need is my brother no matter how flirty I am to the random stranger I met at the bar. I find it enjoying to be desired, playing with people's feelings towards Hansel and I. Some might call it mean or cruel, I'm not mean nor cruel. It's called acting.

They say I may be psychotic but I refuse to believe that. Though I do have sadistic tendencies and a lust for pain, I have feelings and empathy even though it's quite limited. I only kill the enemies but those boundaries keep loosening each day. I care for my brother, I care for children too. I hate to see them in the hands of Matilda or any kind of parents like what Hansel and I suffered through. I'm too honest for my own good, I'm not well with others as I can be blunt about the stupid people around me.

I treat everyone as an equal. I don't look at you as a conniving demon or a sweetheart, I'll look at you and decide whether you deserve my time. I won't harm you unless you harm Hansel or me, I'll respect you if I feel as if you deserved it. You'll only need to remember one thing. I cling to Hansel and he clings to me so wherever I go, he will always follow.

Likes:
* Hansel
* Blood
* Fire
* Knives
Dislikes:
* Matilda
* Sweets
* Cakes
* Confined spaces

Psychological Disorder(s): A horror and macabre fetish, they call it a fetish. How pathetic. Seeing Hansel and I bathed in our enemies' blood, soaking in the glorious red form with the coppery taste is not a fetish. The unique smell of blood is intoxicates me but is it a fetish? No, hardly. Some say the same thing can be said for my interest for fire. Fire is beautiful, enriched with flames that can burn or tickle us. I dare not call it a fetish but rather, amused by it. A pyromaniac.

I'm not a sociopath, a person who cannot feel love or guilt. I can feel love, love for my brother. I'll be there for him. I need him and he needs me. I can feel love for others too but they leave my life quickly. I don't bother to love anyone but Hansel anymore. What about guilt? Did my mother feel guilt when she told my father to leave us in the woods? Did that evil witch, Matilda feel guilt when she attempted to eat my brother? There is no such thing as guilt.

I am severely Claustrophobic. I loathe enclosed spaces ever since that fateful incident. Being trapped with no way out is a purest form of torture imaginable. I can't even imagine to be left alone without Hansel by my side. Claustrophobia is the only way to get me to scream, I hate being left in a dark, empty box with nowhere to run. The pain, the panic and the fear cut me like a knife. It's not as fun as one thinks.

The love I share with my brother, some may deem it as incestuous. Others find our need to be together obsessive but no matter. We play over the border of incest and a close sibling relationship. Hansel is the only man I need in my life. He's my better half, the one I can share my dreams -and nightmares- with, the only man I need in my life. No one can come between us. I've been with him through thick and thin, he'll be my shoulder to cry on, to lay my head on when I'm tired. In sickness and in health, 'till death do us part.

Background: I was young. Naive. Foolish. I didn't know any better. I shouldn't have eaten even a single crumb from that house. But I was so hungry, I couldn't help myself.

Hansel was older. He was my brother and my best friend. He was my protector. Stronger, faster, tougher and took care of me when our parents couldn't. We lived near the forest, outside the town so my life outside of home was limited. Hansel was always the closest person I was ever with. I was too happy for my own good, I didn't know the difference between rich and poor. I always think I was the reason why our parents left us. I'd ask my mother why at some days, we'd never have food on the table. She never told me, she'd just leave in a huff.

I caught Hansel listening in on our parents conversations once in awhile, how was I suppose to know they were plotting ways to leave us? I was too busy playing with a doll by the corner. I never saw Little Ann-Marie since that morning. That morning when our father took us along to the Woods. I never went into the Woods with him before, a little bonding time I thought. We would be playing and singing merry tunes while Hansel and I helped our father to cut down trees. Naive and ignorant, I was so naive to think everything was as happy as it seemed. I didn't look at the clues.

Now that I look at it, both Hansel and our father looked frightfully sad that morning. I had to call Hansel to come along and our father refused to let me hold his hand. So we stopped at an old tree stump, he told Hansel and I to wait for his return. As a sweet child, I did. Until nightfall, then the crows screeched, the night was too dark and I was too cold to even care. I ask Hansel where our father was. Instead, he saved us. He dropped stones in the ground and we returned home. Our father seemed so pleased but our mother looked upon us with scorn. It was then I began to notice what was really going on.

It was a while before a second visit to the forest came to us. Our mother locked the door that last night. Now I realize she didn't want us to get some rocks. I loved my mother so much, the betrayal was painful. Blinded by it all, I didn't know what to do. My brother tried using bread crumbs instead of stones but birds ate them all. We were lost in the harsh woods with monsters. Who knew what we could find in the woods?

Shockingly, a gingerbread house with candy and treats all over it. I didn't know what overcame me that day, it might have been my hunger or hysteria from lack of sleep but along with Hansel, I followed the house's owner, Matilda in. I didn't know any better but she lured us in with anything my heart desired. The taste of the cakes and treats were immensely delicious, I couldn't stop eating. But nothing good is free and soon, we realized we met a monster.

Matilda trapped Hansel into a dark room, I could not speak nor hear from him for four long weeks. She forced me to become her servant, help to fatten my brother to she could eat him. Then I was next. I was forced to see the horror, how I had to put children my age into cakes, sweets and treats. To this day, I haven't eaten a single crumb of cake, a bite of a sweet or treat. I can do nothing but look on in disgust. I see the bones of the children she had baked and eaten. Soon I realized, I had to do something.

Hansel had stalled her long enough but she was getting impatient. One night she told me, whether he be fat or thin, he was going to be eaten. She ordered me to heat the oven and my plan was put into action. It wasn't a stretch to play a confused little girl because I was still one. She leaned in, heating up the oven and told me check if it was hot enough. I always did have a love for the dramatic arts for I pretended to play along and asked for more help. When she did her demonstration, I pushed her into her own oven with all my strength. I close the lid shut and intensified the heat. I watched the witch crumble until the flames engulfed her.

Hansel was safe. The next time I saw him, I ran up with my eyes filled with tears and pulled him into a hug. I never want to be away from him again. Our parents had left us, we were the only companions in the world. I didn't need anyone else but him.

Partner: Hansel

Current Story: I hadn't given much thought about the Queen. I hadn't thought much about anything really. My life after Matilda had been one post-traumatic recovery. I indulged myself in traveling with Hansel, I practiced my fighting skills and powers at hand. I met a girl around my age, I couldn't remember her name but I distinctively remember her red cloak. I had half a mind to steal it. I told her about my unfortunate encounter with Matilda, she had the Queen on her mind. She offered me -and by default, Hansel- a place in her army. A rebellion against the Queen.

Seeing as I had no reason to, I declined.

It wasn't until the next village Hansel and I stop at did I realize what the offer could have done for us. A wicked monster was terrorizing the world once more. A witch that ate children. She was back even though I killed her. Her death still lingered in my memory, haunting my dreams until I couldn't sleep without Hansel anymore. After a few more journeys, I discovered she was the Queen's cousin.

To get to Matilda, I had to get to the Queen. If I had to have her head cut off then so be it. If I had to join that girl's Rebellion to get to her then so be it. With Hansel by my side, nothing can stop us from killing her.

Weaponry: I've got plenty of knives with me. I like to use them to cut stuff from carrots to bodies. I can even throw them at a great distance. I also have a compass with me but it's broken, the arrows moves everywhere. I just like to watch it spin.

Powers Fire killed the damn witch. Or at least I tried to.

Pyrokenesis. The flames from her oven was given help. I intensified the burning until she crumbled into oblivion. I can manipulate fire with the tips of my fingers, I can let the flames burn hotter or cooler. I can let it vanish or intensify it so it'll burn the roof down. It's a fun power that helps me in my journey with Hansel. One small simple flame from his lighter allows me to manipulate it into a ball twice my height, burning twice as intense and hurled towards our enemies. I could burn them to ash without even knowing what hit them. Best part, I can always use it as long as fire is around.

I'm stronger than I look. In fact, I could crush your bones into dust in a matter of seconds with only a hand. When I was forced to become the servant of that witch, I had to grind bones into powder, I had to quench the blood out of their organs until they're dry. I can't tell you how long my fingers ached but I grew stronger.

Acting is one of my best qualities, the voice of persuasion. I can willingly switch it on and off almost as if it was a switch in my mind. With this skill, I can get my way out through almost anything. Unfortunately, it's only mild things such as but not limited to getting out of jail several times, get a few keys along the way and let someone else take the blame. It's enticing to play it out as if it were a game.

Whether this should be considered a power or not, I could know where anything -so to an extent, people- were in the world. Ever since our run-in with Matilda, I could tell where someone was as long as I had something of him. I could sense them. A cloth, a shoe or even a strand of hair can help me sense a person. It might help me find them. If only I had discovered this power before I met Matilda, Hansel and I would have been saved from all that terror.

Hansel loves the fact I'm flexible, very flexible.

(This is not finished yet)

So begins...

Gretel (Bloody Gretel)'s Story

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#2012-04-03 15:16:17, as written by Bashie L. Craft

An Grey-haired, old woman strolled clenched her cloak as the breeze blew strongly, almost as if it was against her. A weaved basket was tucked nicely in a hand filled with cakes from the bakery. Her grandchildren were waiting for her return so they could fill their stomachs with all these delicious goods. She passed few people, most were hurrying back to their homes. So when she saw a couple, standing around as if it they had nothing but time in their hands. A young man and lady. They might have been married, at least that's what she thought before the lady murmured 'brother.'

She passed them, greeting them with an odd look of both confusion and disgust on her heavy wrinkled face. She should hurried herself, refusing to contact them. Strange people, plain strange.

While her dark purple hood covered her hazel eyes, Gretel could see the old woman's treats as clear as day. A scowl on her lovely face, she twitched her nose in disgust, the smell of baked goods reminded her too much of that fateful incident. If not, it would just remind her of the blood and meat of young children in that god damn witch's food. Not a single crumb, not a single bite of treats will ever come into her mouth. Her slender body leaned against Hansel, her head rested on his shoulder as she affectionately placed her pale lips upon it. "We should go soon." Gretel spoke softly, her fingers trailing his chest, "They'll be waiting for us."

Receiving an invitation from 'Red' to attend some sort of meeting at the Tipsy Fairy Pub. Instead of looking for information, they had to go meet up with who knows what. "Come." Gretel moved her fingers to hold Hansel's, gripping it as she moved away. But leave him, never. Hand-in-hand, they approached the Tipsy Fairy Pub. With her free hand, she lifted her hood to reveal her lovely yet sullen face with a milkmaid braid in her hair. She noticed the eponymous red cloak over everything around. "I spot her." She moved carefully along the pub until she reached Red, a cat, the hooded man and a woman she had never seen before.

"The forest has been lovely as of late." Gretel spoke, taking a stool to share with Hansel. There were few remaining and she didn't mind to help. Sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped itself around his pretty neck as she spoke out the other code just in case she missed anything, "Is that so? The howling has kept me away."

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#2012-04-04 00:50:50, as written by showers in april

the tipsy fairy pub
drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

The smell of sweets was strong, but the presence of his darling sister was stronger. Despite the obnoxious and rotting scent of the baked goods, Hansel's attention never left Gretel, not once. The world could be collapsing around him, blowing up in flames, and he wouldn't care, wouldn't lift his eyes. No, his sister was much more important than any of that, more important to him than the world. Even as the woman sent a mixed look of bizarre puzzlement combined with an offense, he took no heed. What did it matter, what others thought? People had no place in his heart, so why would their opinions of him and his sister have any effect?

The hand that had cleverly snaked its way around Gretel's waist tightened possessively. He couldn't see her expression, but the way she tensed, the way the atmosphere seemed to drop, allowed the male to fully comprehend what she was feeling (not to mention the fact that he made it his business to know everything and anything about her). The memories the smell brought were strong, though much stronger for Gretel; she could never eat those delicacies ever again, and while Hansel was similar, his intoxication for his sibling was much more powerful than the fragrance of a few sweet goods. Besides, the smell wasn't the same as that woman's baked foods -- now if he had caught of whiff of those, he would not have been able to control himself.

Hansel kissed the top of his sister's head through the hood, murmuring, "Peace, Gretel, peace," under his breath. As much fun as it would've been to sliced the old woman and strung her remains up for the public, he knew that being chased out of the town before completing their mission was stupid. Maybe another time, but right then, at that moment, they were there for a reason. The invitation was snug against the waist band of his pants, hidden beneath his shirt.

"We should go soon." Her voice was like bells, chiming and singing during a harsh thunderstorm -- music to his ears. It sent a ghost of a touch down his spine, augmenting by the trails her fingers left along his chest. Her hand then grasped his, and he allowed her to drag him along like a dog. Other men would've been insulted, would've been embarrassed and humiliated that their little sister was the one leading. However, Hansel was not like the others.

Release her hand? Leave her just because of a male instinct, a male pride that wanted to dictate his every movement and action like a tyrant?

Never.

He'd never let go of the hand that clasped onto his, that had held onto him since before the time of the gods had begun. He'd hold on even in death.

"Let them wait," Hansel scoffed. The limb that held onto hers for life pulled her closer to him, allowing the older male to press an affectionate mouth against the back of her hand. "I'd rather spend time with you, Gretel."

Though he spoke the truth, the lure of the witch was powerful -- but this time, rather than falling for the sweets she so cleverly placed under his nose, he was following the sure future of her death. He was going to kill her, make no mistake, and he was going to make her suffer before wiping her existence off the face of the earth. Hansel would love to relax with his sister, travel the world and wreak havoc and chaos in their wake, but the mission was clear -- no matter what he wanted to do at the moment, his desire to kill the witch was greater, binding him to the White Order.

They finally reached the pub, and the moment they entered, Hansel was hit with a crowd of beer. The stench was strong, though it was not unwanted; on the contrary, it was very relaxing, very familiar. He had no problems with bars; as a matter of fact, they were one of his most favorite places to be. One could down drinks with no worries while smoking carton after carton of cigarettes -- speaking of which, he needed to go fill his stock soon.

Looking around the pub, he saw nothing of interest, nothing as mesmerizing as his dear sister. Following her to a table with several mysterious people, he took a seat and allowed his sister to plop down on his lap; it wouldn't have felt right if she hadn't been sitting atop him. The warmth that radiated off her body served to cool and calm his body. Hansel easily slid out a cigarette from his hidden pack and placed it between his lips. Taking out a black lighter, he set his drug on fire and breathed in its toxic fumes, a hand wrapping around the waist of Gretel. Fingers brushed against her skin unconsciously while the free ones transferred the cigarette from his mouth to in between his fingers. The fire burned quietly, seeming to seethe each time he raised it to his mouth, sucking out its life force with no mercy.

"Yup, howling -- all that jazz," he agreed, gazing at the one that initiated the secret phrase.

Was this the one that would lead him to the witch?

Was this the one that would allow him to exact his revenge?

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#2012-04-04 02:41:50, as written by blueAsher

The Tipsy Fairy Pub

"Ah, speak of the devil," the cat murmured softly as the heavily cloaked Red seemed to solidify from thin air. The air particles shifted slightly from the path that the woman had taken to her seat, and his nose now twitched to catch the subtle movement, but could not make it out. What trickery was this? Sensing a foreign arrival, Sir Rowan had bristled slightly, his waxed whispers rising, with a gray paw already on Lucy's blonde hilt to draw the blade out in a heartbeat. But sensing no hostility, he shrugged his cloaked shoulders apathetically, letting the arm fall back to his side. He stroked the golden tassle hanging off the hilt at the hip of his sheath, whispering, "It was a false call, Lucy. But we shall have fun soon."

With a nimble leap, he landed and crouched on top of a stool that had been the same height as he, settling down by the corner wall. He did not like it for anyone to be on his blind side. The one icy eye flickered towards the Reaper with suspicion, the vague scent of sugar wafting into the Puss' sharp nose. Idly, he fingered the brim of his musketeer hat and set it on the table out of politeness. He noticed two people, identical-faced in appearance, a boy and a girl, join the table group, whom he mistook for a couple because the flesh-locked way they entered the room. But the similar smell that wafted from their skin revealed their close blood-connection. “Hm,” murmured the cat, slightly troubled, but he chased away the perverse thought.

"The forest has been lovely as of late." Sir Rowan's ears flickered visibly at the key phrase, flattening against his head for a brief moment in recollection. He purred with French-laced speech. "Ah, yes, Mademoiselle. What was it?—Le hurlement has kept me away.” With that business accomplished, he now watched Red with increasing interest, drawn in by the warm bell-like, yet vital tone of her voice that drew respectful attention despite being soft-spoken, for the most part. He had become accustomed to hearing female voices and could almost draw out the outline of their eyes and face simply from hearing them speak. Certainly, the cat mused to himself, she is not vivacious of course, but easy on the eyes. The mystifying question of why she would not remove the cloak trembled on the tip of his tongue, but he knew better than to impede on her privacy.

One ear rested against the pub’s milky wall, which had discolored from the many hands and unwashed heads rubbing against it. In a distant table, he noted a young maiden dressed in heels eying the congregation with interest. As a precaution, his paw returned to his sword, which seemed to whisper his thoughts back to him with a dull glitter. Careful, now.

"So...how are we going to conduct this rebellion?" the Puss purred inquiringly.

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#2012-04-05 15:38:41, as written by Sonata

The Tipsy Fairy Pub

From beneath his black hood, red eyes rolled over to the tiny figure obscured beneath a fancy hat. Seeing how he had approached his table, he suspected that the feline may have been a part of The Rebellion, or like him, curious. He tucked the letter away within his cloak as the cat spoke:

Sir…did a maiden by the name of Red happen to invite you here?

The voice that rolled from the shadows of the cowl was low and mischievous.

“Maybe…” the stranger playfully answered.

Manifesting from the air was a young woman shrouded in a red hood. She pulled out a chair and sank into it, and relayed a familiar message: The forest has been lovely as of late, no?

The Gingerbread Man remained silent and watched as she eyed him and the cat expectantly. Other beings soon joined them, a couple whose hands were wrapped in a lover’s embrace and who were oddly similar in appearance. Well, it may not have been odd if they were brother and sister, but their behavior was certainly taboo.

Is that so? The howling has kept me away.

The cat repeated the same statement in his own speech, but again, The Gingerbread Man remained silent. It was then the feline continued, So…how are we going to conduct this rebellion?

Abruptly, The Gingerbread Man began to laugh. A black, gloved hand went to his chest, pressing flat against it as his insides clenched from the mirth racking his body. Forcing out between his gasps of breath, he questioned those around him, “Could you have made this anymore obvious?”

The hooded man eased back in his chair, his legs spreading comfortably in that relaxed position most men preferred. The assassin giggled again, his head slightly easing back as the light of the oil lamps hanging above them revealed his jagged teeth. His mouth was like a bear trap, and his white, yellow, and orange striped teeth made it unusual. His large, candy corn teeth grinned at them all before he continued, “You make my job easy. If I was an assassin hired by a certain queen, all of you would be screwed.”

Another sadistic chuckle left the man. He found the idea of telling the queen and having them all hunted until death or capture amusing. It would have sucked incredibly but that’s what made it funny.

“Oh? But am I interrupting something here? Please go on, I’m curious.”

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#2012-04-05 16:28:57, as written by TaniaSoulEater

A sudden burst of giggling was heard. Lexi turned and frowned. Wha was so funny, at this point of time? She turned to see a hooded man rocking back and forth with laughter. Lexi pressed her lips together, willing herself not to go over and yell at the man.

Although, Lexi could hardly blame him. Since the witch, Lexi had found little funny. It was as if er sense of humor had disappeared altogether with her beloved Queen. Any little hint of laughter would set Lexi's teeth on edge, a small giggle would make her feel like exploding. In her mind, laughter was only meant for the other side, and it was forbidden within the Rebellion.

Lexi found the hooded man very intriguing. She closed her eyes and listened intently. This one is different, perhaps he will be vital in the uprising.

Shaking her head, Lexi reminded herself not to be too confident. Confidence is good, but we have no knowledge that it will work. But is this too pessimistic? Lexi toyed with the idea, liking the catch-22. Catch-22... Lexi had always liked puzzles. Her mind was constantly alert, and keeping it busy was the best way to ward off sleep that would not, and never would, come to her.

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#2012-04-07 05:13:52, as written by HitoriRaven

Red's eyes flashed simultaneously with anger and fear for a split second before she calmed herself down. "Indeed, my friend...you were a bit hasty in your comment. Be glad that I have a modicum of trust in those who received my invitations. Watch your mouth unless you want us all to die." She laid back in her seat a bit, still ready to move or grab her sword if necessary. "But I digress. Your name, if you please? We can get to business in a less public place." These were all directed at the cat.

With that, she turned to the hooded man, meeting his red eyes with her own. The light flashed across her face for a moment, revealing a dangerous, predatory grin on a fairly childish face. It would have been an unsettling sight to most. "And you, sir. You seem like an interesting person. You are correct. We could've been in trouble. If indeed you were an assassin from the queen. But, as I said. Anyone who received an invitation has more reason to side with us than her." As her hood covered her face again, the amused yet warning tone continued from the darkness where her face was. "Though you seem like a bright fellow. So I'd assume if you were an assassin, you wouldn't have blown your cover. Thus, I am inclined to believe you are not. Now...regarding the second part of that statement..." She gave a small laugh, and nodded towards the door. "You would also know that if you tried to leave, or harm me, you would not complete either alive. Or complete them at all, rather. But enough with the threats. It seems we have started off on the wrong foot. Your name as well, my hooded friend?"

Then, she faced the couple...or so it seemed..that was sitting nearby. "Ah, is that so? My friends here were also scared off by the howling. Care to join us?" She spoke with a friendly, casual tone of voice, in order to at least attempt to keep everything inconspicuous.

Finally, as she waved at the couple, she moved her fingers ever so slightly. It was a signal that Bebe/Lexi would hopefully understand. It said that if everything went wrong, they should both get out. Red would silently follow any troublemakers, but Bebe should get back to base. Red's priority was to keep everything secret over everything, and because this was her idea, it was her firm belief that she should handle any problems that arose.

Red kept an eye on the woman just a few tables away. She seemed like potential trouble, and hadn't approached them, leaving room for doubt if she was an ally.

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#2012-04-07 16:29:47, as written by Bashie L. Craft

Gretel left a trail of butterfly kisses on her brother's neck, fingers played along his chest. Her free hand grabbed hold of his lighter, flicking it open and lighting a flame. Her hazel eyes lit up in amusement as a curved, almost twisted smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Beautiful, isn't?" Gretel mumbled against Hansel's skin, playing with the flame from across his neck. How enticing was the flame in its glory? Too much too compare. Keeping it small enough to be consider simple, such a challenge. All she wanted to do was let out a big ball and hurl it at someone. Maybe at that girl who kept giving them the eye.

Red called them over and her eyes snapped at her. "Of course, we'd love to." Her voice was clear yet soft, friendly even. Unlike her brother, Gretel was one to make friends. No, they weren't friends. They were merely tools and stepping stones to defeat Matilda, and the Queen to a lesser extent. Once they were done, she'd leave them or kill them. It would all depend on the outcome.

She tugged Hansel's collar lightly, leaning over his ear before whispering, "They may know more than we. I'd like to hear what they say." It was an unusual sight to see, Gretel whispering words barely audible into her brother's cool ear and leaving him a kiss behind. She caught a good whiff of his delightful odor, the mild scent of their victims' blood in honey and dew.

"You smell wonderful." She inhaled the smell once more, placing a hand on his that laid on her waist. Pulling themselves apart killed her softly but they should move. They had to move closer. Together, they pulled it closer and she plopped right down on his lap one again.

They could all stare but she'd have their remains guttered. A hand began to stroke her brother chin and jaw affectionately as another flicked his lighter. "Why not discuss over a drink?" She could feel the tension between everyone, how the cat almost blew their cover. A woman left, she kept looking at them as if she was contemplating something. Gretel was contemplating how to kill her.

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#2012-04-15 22:39:57, as written by showers in april

the tipsy fairy's pub
drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

What an odd bunch. What a mismatched group of people. Were these part of the rebellion? The White Order? These couldn't be the people that had also been invited to join a secret group that would bring down the reign of the evil queen. Many of them that sat at the table that Hansel and Gretel sat at seemed as if they were just crazy in the head with nothing to back it up. And that cat! Stupid is as stupid does, his mother used to say.

His sister's advances put an amused smile on his face, though for the most part, he ignored practically everything she did.

"Very profession, Gretel," he chuckled.

In response, Hansel merely placed his hands on her waist, supporting her in case she decided to fall off the chair for god knows why. She had always been the touchier one of the two of them, always showing her love and her obsession with many physical contacts. He accepted her love, however he felt no need to continuously express his feelings like she did, knowing that Gretel knew how he felt without him having to constantly kiss her hand or brush her cheeks.

"A drink does sound nice to start this party." His eyes glanced around the table, trying to decide whether he thought the group had some potential. He wasn't about to join a rinky-dink club. He was here because he thought this so-called Red person could give him what he desired most in the world: the death of a witch. "If the party is, indeed, being held in this very fine establishment."

He snapped his fingers at a waitress with an unfortunately deformed face wearing a rather revealing outfit. Without asking what Gretel wanted, he ordered an alcoholic beverage for himself and some nontoxic, girlish drink for her, not really caring what her thoughts or desires were. After all, as her older brother he wouldn't allow her to consume such a devilish poison -- not even if his life depended on it.

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#2012-04-16 23:15:02, as written by Sonata

The Tipsy Fairy Pub

The Gingerbread Man’s laughter quieted and his grin shrank into the shadows of his hood. The Red Hood was very confident of herself. It had been her comment about the invitation that had silenced him. She was smart for he was expecting her to overreact and jump the gun. Instead, the girl had kept her cool—again, confident. She was so sure she had him figured out. The only mistake she made was assuming that he was like the meat bags seated around the table. Once upon a time, he was but not anymore.

The siblings approached the table, joining their circle, and Gingie’s eyes had been on the lighter Gretel was playing with. He didn’t like the way she played with it. She waved it about with adoration much like she would her brother if he had been one.

“My name? Huh, I once had a real name,” The Gingerbread Man began. His lips parted, his mouth opened as fluid could be heard bubbling behind his nose and then gurgling into his throat. Puckering his lips, The Gingerbread Man sent a golden loogie flying across the table to splat against the lighter. What one might have thought was mucus was caramel oozing and dripping down the side. The molten butter-sugar had put out the flame and would ruin the lighter.

“I’m a candy killer,” he giggled at his own joke. He loved candy. “I kill people too—goblins, ghouls…I am an assassin, kid; and the reason why I’m not afraid to tell it to your face is because well…”

He could no longer resist. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me. How can you forget the song? Run, run, as fast as you can…you can’t catch me… Heh, I’ll let you finish the rest.”

…Because he couldn’t be caught. It was a motto he lived up to ever since he became a cookie. From the corners of his eyes, The Gingerbread Man noticed a spiral, rainbow lollipop about to enter a thug’s mouth. His next action had been swift, and if one hadn’t been expecting it, they would have missed it. A breeze passed over the table and the hooded stranger became a black blur before he became defined again.

With the lollipop in his gloved hand, his candy corn grin was back on his face as the thug was heard shouting, “What the fuck?”

The Gingerbread Man twisted the lollipop before his eyes, marveling its beauty before he tilted it back toward his mouth. The sugar pop froze before touching his teeth as he lifted it and glared daggers at it. It hadn’t been a normal lollipop. It was from that cursed candy shop. What a way to turn a frown upside down…tossing the lollipop on the floor, he crushed it under his boot and twitched some. Le bon bon was slowly becoming a monopoly.

“Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to get my fix lately,” The Gingerbread Man spoke on a pissed growl. “Ever since that damn candy store opened, I can’t get real candy anymore.”

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#2012-04-24 06:34:00, as written by blueAsher

The Tipsy Fairy Pub

Sir Rowan drew back in embarrassment at the foolish words that had escaped his lips. He had indulged so much in the thought of vanquishing the ogre murderer that he had dropped his guard, and in such a vulnerable situation: when they were right out in the open. Stupid. Fool. His eye, which flashed with blue fire at the arrogant Gingerbread Man, gleamed with more hatred than ever. The sickening sweet smell, on top of his flamboyant bad-ass attitude, was too much for him to swallow down. But this was no time to fight like cats and dogs. He glanced back at the red-hooded maiden, a solemn expression on his face. Apolegetic, the fire died to a tranquil sky blue, with a hint of stormy weather. The cat frowned.

"My sincerest apologies. It was foolish of me to say so much." He sighed. "I was too eager. It’s not just the Queen, but I have the deepest respects for mayor Brogdin. I would like to meet him as soon as possible, if you know what I mean." Suddenly the anger demons possessed him; and he was consummed by the flames of the distant memory that the name had sparked, his veins swirling in sweat and murder. The memory had been suppressed without expression for so long. Death. Blood. Breakfast. And their merriment. A grimace distorted his face. Like a feral cat, unable to contain himself, he slammed his paw against the flimsy table top with all his force, drawing surprised looks. He could barely contain an animalistic yowl, and he shivered silently. Shame. “I’ve waited so long, for this opportunity,” he finally managed. “I just get batty over it.” He chuckled darkly, trying to feign light-heartedness. An idle claw tickled the lines that now scarred the wood, and he waited for any curious onlookers to bore before he continued.

"Who am I? I am a nobody. A stray cat. I have no home to call my own," he paused. “I used to be somebody, but what can you say about fame? It’s fickle, like a cat in heat. All over you one second, gone the next.

“My name is Sir Rowan Marquis. I am also known as Puss in Boots. But you can call me Rowan, or just Puss. Either is fine.” He looked at Red with wary respect, wilting at the aspect of getting them all murdered. His whole life had led to this. But his keen ears had no sensed any sign of hostility. “I feel that we’ve started on the wrong foot. Again, I am very sorry; I'll take any punishment you offer. I hope we can be acquaintanced grandly.” He bowed, a swift paw bringing her hand to his face, out of his village’s custom. He kissed it with business-like conduct. Ah. "Was that too much?" He blushed heatedly from embarassment, recollecting how it was uncommon here to greet someone so intimately. Well. He glanced at Hansel and Gretel. No. That was different.

Suddenly his eye flickered at something small dodging across the floor, and his sword-equipped paw twitched. The sword's blade created an audible thunk as it stuck into the unwashed wooden floor. Quivering beside the blade, which glowed dully in the warm autumn light, was a quivering little gray body, balloon-round. It froze in fear. The mouse raised its beady eyes up at the cat in fear for a lingering moment, its eyes flickering back to the shattered lollipop fragment in its mouth. It lowered it from its mouth, but licked its lips in greed; the le bon bon addiction was already taking its toll, poisoning the mouse's blood-stream with its sickening sweet. Puss did not know this, but was merely disgusted by the sight of the indulgent thing.

"Don't you know its rude to eavesdrop? Get out of here, before I eat you up," he growled, though the thought of returning to his feral state disgusted him. The mouse chomped its buck-teeth over the sweet and scampered off with a triumphant waddling gait, glad to have escaped with its prize.

The shattered remains of the lollipop lay glittering on the floor, like a fragments of rainbow. There was no doubt the mouse would return for it, until it had grown fat and high with sugar. Ignorant of le bon bon's treachery, he sneered, “What a waste of food. Cannibal.” He shot a look of distaste at the grotesque candy-corn grin. He was just an overgrown cookie. Bitter-sweet, and hardly digestable. Maybe it would do him some good to have the mouse nibble on him.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s talk business. At a more private setting?...” He glanced at the fat thing devouring the candy in a distant corner.
“Brogdin is crawling with vermin. If you know what I mean.”

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#2012-05-07 00:16:46, as written by HitoriRaven

The Tipsy Fairy Pub

To her credit, Red barely even flinched when Sir Rowan, or Puss, perhaps, took her hand. Her first instinct was to yank her hand away and lash out, but it was obviously a sign of respect. It was good that he understood his folly, and it did not seem to have caused any trouble. "We all have reasons we are here, Rowan." She nodded towards the rest of the group. "Surely many of you hope to dispose of the rebellion once it has served your purpose. But over all else, remember that there is no way you will accomplish this by yourself. Ever. So keep that in mind before you think of betrayal."

Her eyes barely kept up with the blur that was the Gingerbread Man. However, she was confident that with Graban, she could probably match him. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that, though she would be keeping an eye on him. "Indeed. I have heard of your prowess, and I am glad you have at least considered joining up with us. Your skills would be of great use."

Her eyes flickered to Hansel and Gretel. They were almost like one of the romance novels she enjoyed reading, although supposedly these were brother and sister. Oddly enough, she probably had a book or two of that, too. Shaking her head slightly, Red snapped herself out of her thoughts. "You may enjoy your drink, but as Sir Rowan and our candied friend have probably guessed, we will not be discussing things here."

Her hand slowly reached into her basket, and brought out a few slips of wood, which she placed on the table. They were almost the same colour, and any watching would probably be unable to see the difference. "On these are directions to various entrances and the keyword for today of that specific entrance. They have been charmed to burn up as you leave this pub, so no cheating. This proves that I have a certain amount of trust for you, but don't worry. As soon as you step outside, you will be watched." she said, flashing the wolfish grin from under her hood. Red was not bluffing. There were a various spies sprinkled throughout town, expecting orders. Hopefully, her friend Bebe would hear and know what to do.

With a small, girlish giggle, Red activated the charm on her cloak, and faded back into the background. She would personally follow The Gingerbread Man, as he would be the biggest threat should he actually be a spy. As she faded, she gave the slightest nod to Bebe, and then tilted her head towards the candy man. The signal should have been clear enough. Under her spell, Red quietly shuffled to a corner of the bar, and waited for the group to make a move. 10 minutes was her limit. And if the man knew he was after her, all the better. Maybe it would give him caution.

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#2012-05-07 23:43:45, as written by Yorda

The tipsy fairy pup

Ro raced through the maze of tunnels with Thumbelina on his back. They were dark and dusty, but with a strong sense of smell and long whiskers to help guide him, the mouse was able to travel with ease. Thumbelina only caught glimpses of the tunnels when lights from rooms above them filtered through cracks in the floors. For the most part, the tiny girl was just staring into darkness. It wasn't long before Thumbelina was totally lost. She had to trust in Ro fully, but that was easy for her. Ro was a dear friend.

Eventually they emerged into a large, dimly lit room. "This is it.." Ro whispered. Thumbelina nodded, but gave a small frown as she looked around the rather crowded room. She felt like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tiny girl wasn't just worried about herself though. "Dearest Ro, please be wary. They could crush us like a berry." Ro could understand Thumbelina's worry, but he knew what he was doing. No one was going to step on him today. Especially not with thumbelina on his back.

The mouse was forced to zig zag between feet as he carried his passenger across the floor, but it didn't take him long at all to find the assigned table. Once there it was a simple feat to climb up the leg of the table to reach the flat surface. Thumbelina held on tight for the vertical climb, but it wasn't as death defying as it might have been if the tiny girl didn't have wings for back up. Thumbelina would have climbed off of her friend's back then. He had been more than kind in carrying her so far, but Ro spoke up quickly to stop her. "Wait." He whispered for Thumbelina's ears alone. Where was Red? He had thought this was the right table.. but none of these people were familiar... and one of them was a cat! The gray mouse couldn't help but hold a certain dislike for the creature.

If red wasn't here, he had better be sure he was in the right place, with the right people. "The forest has been lovely as of late, no?" Ro finally asked the others. He echoing Red's question exactly. Though, the mouse spoke in an almost bored voice, like one making small talk with people he didn't particularly care for. It was all part of the act. Best to keep things looking casual. Just an odd assortment of friend meeting for a chat and a drink. He was of course, unaware of the cat's earlier slip up.

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#2012-05-10 00:48:10, as written by Wraith

They were leaving. How very..unfortunate, and just when she was getting comfortable. Aurora lifted the goblet of white wine that she had ordered and touched it to her lips, a taste. Only the barkeep would witness the faint shadow of distaste that colored the psion's expression. She should have known better than to expect quality in Brogdin's slums. Why had Anton brought her here anyway? The Professor never did anything by accident.

She set her glass ware down again with a gentle thunk on the rough wooden surface, a slender laquered fingernail tapping an unconscious meter onto its clear surface. The richly lined chololate colored hood had either fallen or been lowered, and the proud lines of her profile might have been visible to others in the room. And yet she did not turn to face them, pausing only long enough to gift a faintly polite smile in thanks for less than average offering, as she bid farewell with one of her own.

"It is hard to serve quality, when you do not know it..mhmm?" she murmured. There was a fluid shift of fingers then, to uncurl from a seeming fist to display a token uniquely crafted for such favors as this. "On the house.." she qualified. The Tumbler served only the best fare, on the table and between the sheets. Lashes dropped to hood amber irises, amused for his befuddlement when he stared, blinking her way. He would find out, soon enough, or some fool would kill him for the prize of forgetting for one night.

At no time during this exchange was she unaware of what was going on in the room behind her. The swirl of energies had abated some, had become less scattered and more focused, and all she had for her quiet drink, was the murmur of voices and the impression of intent. It was that intent which intrigued her, but she had to know more..before she might declare her hand. Fingers rose, lifting her darker hood over sable locks again, and it was as she turned in a sweeping arc toward the door, that she allowed her golden gaze to drift over the bodies clustered at the table. The girl was already gone, but that was not who had her interest currently, anyway. The rodent whose words came with the cadence of intrigue, and his winged companion did, as well as the cluster of chips that lay for a brief moment now, in the midst of gathering yet to break apart.

She was already seeing as she completed the turn and headed for the door, no pause given to indicate that she had noted the chips as she walked with the lazy sensual stride of a woman used to being watched as she did so. Almost like a spinning wheel she saw them; bodies in places and words spoken for access, a blur of precognition that had her frowning slightly with attempt to focus in on one reading. It seemed almost inevitable when it surged to the fore; a twinned energy..a bonded purpose and near inseparable life force. The pair. They would be her unwitting guides-if she could manage to stay hidden.

She would follow them to the answers she wanted, and the first teasing promise that was her own purpose.

For an instant she saw him, in that arrogant, laconic half bow that he'd once graced the barely worthy and her lips pinched on an intake of breath. She had been so close. Now all there was, was IT.

But enough of daydreams. If she had the right of it they would be emerging shortly, and she would have to find a way to remain either unobserved, or unsuspicious if she was to make it as far as the place she had seen in her mind's eye. A task that was not nearly as difficult as it might have been otherwise, when the 'suggestion' that she not be minded could be so much more than mere small talk, if they became aware of her.

Not for the first time she thanked what gods remained for the gift that the professor was nurturing in her. Then, she melted into the shadows of the pub's exterior walls, and waited.

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#2012-05-11 07:37:52, as written by TaniaSoulEater

Lexi frowned, irritated. How could anyone wish to leave the Rebellion? It served the biggest purpose - to destroy everyone's enemy, the witch. Though they did not know it, the witch was everyone's enemy. They were only being used by her. Anyone stupid enough to think that they would stay by her side forever deserved to be destroyed by her.

Lexi leaned forward as Red placed the pieces of wood. She leaned forward and studied the others' faces intently. How many had surprise flashing across their faces? Any spy would be amazed at the magic involved in this operation. To her disappointment, their faces showed no change. Lexi sat back and listened closely to Red's words. "As soon as you step outside, you will be watched." Lexi grinned. Who would she follow back?

Lexi debated for a moment. She'd always found animals like herself curious, and had half a mind to follow the cat. But Hansel and Gretel were interesting as well...

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Red nod at her, then incline her head towards the candy man. Oh well. One less person to worry about. She only hoped that Red would be safe, and find herself a new loyal follower.

Finally, Lexi decided to follow the siblings. They certainly were curious. Siblings that acted like lovers; was it a front or was their passion real? Lexi waited as they finished their drinks, then casually stepped out of the bar. Positioning herself around the corner, she waited for the pair to come out. Lexi knew that there was only one exit to the bar, and that the siblings would be forced to exit the way they came in.

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#2012-06-06 13:39:53, as written by Orbweaver

Hansel & Gretel
Rebellion HQ

After the siblings had finished their drink they'd left the Tipsy Fairy and wandered the streets of Brogdin for a while, however, neither of them had been able to bring themselves to go near Le Bon Bon. Having found nothing of interest they had decided to make their way to where the White Order was situated. Even with the directions it hadn't been easy but eventually they had made it.

Hansel now sat in a corner with Gretel in his arms, taking the time to enjoy the feeling of closeness as she lightly trailed the tip of a knife along one of his scars. He was sure that she'd memorised each and every one, the same way he'd memorised hers. No one in the world could hope to match the closeness that the two felt.

Gretel closed her eyes breathing in the scent of her brother. Ever since birth, Hansel had been there to look after her, there was no doubt in her mind that they were soul mate. Gently she nuzzled into his neck, slipping her hand under his shirt to trace the scar that ran across his body, the feeling of his skin sent tingles running up her fingers and arms. She smiled, content as he began to play with her hair.

Suddenly she felt something inside her mind, it was like a prescence...a familiar prescence. She was here. Somewhere in the woods, Gretel knew that she would find Matilda. Silently she gazed into her brothers eyes and instantly knew that he understood.

"The first chance that we get, we'll go after her," whispered Hansel.

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#2012-06-13 21:32:39, as written by Sonata

Red Riding Hood

As Ro had told her of The Talking Animal’s plight, just after, two butterflies with glowing-pink wings fluttered over next to her ear and whispered a similar message. A black unicorn named Midnight was in danger and so were his forces.

Her blue eyes darted to two shining fairies—one was blue and the other green.

“Let me see,” she told them.

The two fairies dove toward the ground before the feet of the Rebellion members and began flying in a rapid circle. A greenish-blue ring formed and from the fairy magic appeared a scene. Animals were pushing over ladders as demons, ogres, and dwarves tried to scale their way into Goldilock’s mansion. They had managed to barricade the doors and windows, but the dark forces were ruthlessly hacking away at the foundation. They were determined to reach the animals even if they had to bring the house down to do it.

Next in the spell circle appeared a seemingly-innocent child. Anyone who knew her knew that she was hardly the princess; the angel; she feigned to be. Red unintentionally glanced to Lexi. The face of Goldilocks surely must have been unsettling for the bear. The murderer of her parents was right there. It was disturbing how many years had passed. When Red had met Lexi, she was a girl and she a cub. Now they were both grown and yet Goldilocks still looked the same. Did she not age? The Queen be damned if she was immortal.

Red bowed her head, the sight of Goldilocks bringing only anger to her spirit. Her face was swallowed by the shadows of her hood as she mused in silence. The fairies stopped their whirling to rise before Red with expectant blue and green stares.

“We will help them,” her words escaped smoothly from her hood. “Lexi, I know you desire Goldie’s head, but do not make her death your sole priority.” She looked up to regard the bear sternly. “We have to save these animals first. This is not the day to seek your revenge. If it had not been Goldilocks, but The Wolf who had appeared, I expect you to have told me the same.”

Red raised her hands to lower her hood, revealing her red head, her downy, wavy layers pulled back into a French braid held together by an ebony clasp.

“We will flank them. Lexi, I want you to lead Formation Alpha in the woods. We will take the enemy from the side. Thumbelina, you will go with Hansel, Gretel, and Aurora and take the mansion from behind. You must get inside and heal any wounded. I will lead Formation Bravo to attack the woods unit from behind.”

And me…?

Red glanced to the black-hooded assassin sitting on a stack of barrels. How could she have missed his sweet scent? She had managed to follow him to the HQ yet even within the HQ he was still elusive. The Gingerbread Man was probably the most odd on her team. A walking and talking cookie; biscuit; pastry; whatever one liked to call him. Giving a cookie orders felt so strange, but he had once been a man. She noticed his candy corn grin from the shadows of his cowl and couldn’t hide the amused smile such a ridiculous expression brought to her lips.

“I hope you don’t mind going first,” Red said.

“Gladly,” he replied.

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#2012-06-13 23:00:36, as written by Yorda

Thumbelina and Ro Both looked up when The fairies entered to whisper in Red's ear. It was a bitter sweet thing to see other fairies. The girl was glad to see so many still alive and helping to fight evil along side the White Order, but they reminded her of the family and the home she had lost. When the fairies flew to the feet of the others, Thumbelina and Ro moved to the edge of the table they were perched on for a look.

The first few images were honorable. So many animals in danger! Ro was stiff and obviously agitated, causing Thumbelina to rest a hand on his head. The little girl in the last image got a snort from Ro, but only a confused tilt of the head from Thumbelina. At first the tiny girl thought Goldie a prisoner of the queen, but when Red spoke up, she realized the girl was an enemy. How strange that a little girl like that could be working for the evil queen...

It was her name being spoken that snapped Thumbelina out of her thoughts. Get inside and heal the wounded. Thumbelina was nervous at the thought of going out into an active battle field for the first time, but she was determined to help despite her fears. The tiny girl stood and faced Red before bowing. "As you wish miss Hood. It is understood." Ro was loath to be left behind while Thumbelina was sent into battle, but he held his tongue in front of Red. The mouse was a scout, not a fighter or a healer. He would no doubt be sent out on his own mission soon enough.

"Stay safe, Princess." Ro whispered sadly.

Not knowing how soon they would be sent out and seeing the worry on her friend's face, Thumbelina took a moment to kiss Ro's nose. "Do not be afraid. They need our aid." She said softly, trying to hide the sadness and fear in her own voice. "Such a good friend you've been. We'll see each other again." The tiny girl tried to comfort her friend before spreading her wings and hopping into the air. Thumbelina fluttered over to hover above Auroa's head. This way she could join the woman in making any preparations that were needed with the other two before they were sent out.

The tiny girl couldn't help glancing at the siblings. They seemed a little... gross to Thumbelina in all honesty. Yet the tiny girl wasn't one to be cruel. No one deserved to be treated badly. So The girl would keep her thoughts on their strange relationship to herself and try to focus on other things, like the others in the room and their role in Red's plan. Lexi and Red would come in from the side and the delicious smelling biscuit in a hood would be attacking head on. Thumbelina repeated the plan nervously in her mind. They could do this! they had to! At least that's what the tiny girl was going to keep telling herself.
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NPC: Ro, The Gray mouse scout.

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#2012-06-17 18:19:43, as written by Bashie L. Craft

"The first chance that we get, we'll go after her," whispered Hansel.

"Of course we will." Gretel replied, a smile emerged from her pale lips. A finger stopped, pressing down just slightly above his navel. "We'll maim, tear her guts from the inside and shred her to pieces so small there will be nothing left." Oh sweet misery, the beautiful hymns it played were worth every single pain the the wretched world.

"Your mind works wonders, my dear." Hansel inhaled his sister's intoxicating aroma. These moments were what they held dearly, neither would leave their sight. To know the other was safe in arms. He shifted his weight so Gretel would be more comfortable on his lap.

This meeting was becoming such a bore. Two fairies had come and now, Red had begun to speak about Animals. The Talking kind. Gretel had nothing against them, as long as none stood in her way. Images bore on, that Goldilocks had killed so many and Gretel could only stop the tug of the corner of her lips. Deaths were so intriguing, such fun to watch them suffer.

There was going to be battle for these forsaken creatures. Hansel's hand squeezed Gretel's waist as he could feel her body tense. Red was the leader but a battle now was just ridiculous. But so much blood would be spilt. Think of that joy.

"Thumbelina, you will go with Hansel, Gretel, and Aurora and take the mansion from behind."

"What about Matilda?" The young maiden's tongue spoke out, leaving her brother's grip much to his dismay. "While half of you are muttering about Animal Rights, there is a bitch running around, cannibalizing young children everywhere with disgusting sweets." She glanced at the Gingerbread Man for a quick second, snarled. With every word muttered, her voice rose and took a step forward. There was anger for all the ignorance in this stupid meeting.

Her fingers grasped a knife from her belt, rubbing against the cool sharp object. "I don't believe you care so much." It was all a blur then. In a swift motion, her knife was thrown across he room and her brother's arms wrapped around her chest. A finger trailed along her cheek, soothing her as he nuzzled his chin on her slender shoulder.

"Hansel and I will go." Gretel said after her little fiasco. "But we'll fight til' the enemy dies. We will kill, not harm. So if you want this battle to be won, let us stay together without them. The tiny one and 'princess' will slow us."

Gretel's hand touched her brother's scruffy face. "We'd rather take chances with each other."

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#2012-06-23 03:41:04, as written by Yorda

Lexi's words had Thumbelina looking back at the woman. Though still hovering in the air, the tiny healer bowed. "I will do my best. Just put me to the test!" She assured the woman. Thumbelina was scared but the animals needed their help! She wasn't about to let them down! How could the tiny girl forgive herself if so many innocent lives were lost? Especially when the forest creatures had been her friends for so long.

The winged girl continued to hover close to Aurora as the woman spoke. She Certainly didn't -look- like a warrior... Thumbelina was just wandering if it would be the siblings alone fighting in their little group When Gretel had her outburst. Thumbelina dove behind Aurora's head when the knife was thrown and waited for a few moments before peeking out again. They were crazy!

Thumbelina couldn't say she was sad that The two had been allowed to go off on their own. If Gretel was going to go throwing knives in a room full of allies at the HQ, who knew what the siblings would do to allies on a battle field? Yes, the farther those two were from Thumbelina the better. Though.. with Aurora unable to fight and the siblings abandoning them... How were she and Aurora suppose to get close?

Thumbelina listened as The Ginger Bread Man left spoke to the twins but she waited until after he left to float from behind Aurora's head. "Uh... Miss Hood? Forgive me, I want to do good... But while I may be able to sneak inside, surely Aurora would be spied. How could she get near, with so many enemies to fear?" At her size thumbelina at least had a chance of sneaking about... but Aurora would be totally unprotected, even with the other units distracting the enemy, if they stuck to Red's original plan without the siblings. Thumbelina just worried that Aurora would be forced to Sneak about alone.. She was a much bigger target!

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#2012-06-23 21:32:58, as written by Wraith

"I have no intention of getting near darling.." the mistress' voice floated idly into the suddenly hyperactive scene, and she lifted a slender hand with a bent wrist in invitation for Thumbelina to find a perch. "And do stop flitting about, it's terribly distracting.." Aurora, despite appearances to the contrary, was rather moved by the concern of the tiny thing for her safety, as she tended to be with anything that made her the center of attention. "I'll need somewhere quiet, and away from the chaos of engagement to see clearly.." In the event that they had not yet come to be aware of her gift she'd qualify without vanity. " If you get me close enough, I may be able to see their intended course of action in attack plan. But it will be useless without muscle on the front line, and a way to communicate what I've seen to those agents."

The woman's amber gaze drifted to the place where the siblings sat, before murmuring again to the fairy. "They are coming..fear not. The thrill of the hunt runs too deep for such a pair, to be denied." Aurora stood to her feet. "We'll get no further sitting around and talking about it..And every minute we delay the situation becomes more dire." Her gaze flickered Hansel and Gretel's way. "If you both are quite done in taking comfort from each other..it seems we have a mission to complete."

The sweep of her body toward the entrance of the headquarters would be their only warning that she was prepared to go, and few might be attentive enough the see the slight glaze to her golden gaze as she sought with her ability, to see that place which could be the perfect base of her operation.

"We head North.."

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