Christopher Robin's Story

The Queen of Hearts

It had started to storm. Dark clouds tinted the sky and lightning stretched it burning fingers towards the waiting ground. Rain burst forth from the heavens above as Mother Nature unleashed her fury upon the inhabitants of the realm. The air hung heavy with something the scent of something new, something different.

Ember took in a deep breath and let loose gleeful laughter as she raised her hands to the sky. By the deity above she loved this weather. It was dark, it was ominous, it was absolutely perfect. Standing there in her bare feet, the mud soaking into the bottom of her blood red dress, laughing like the maniac she was, Ember couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She had decided it this morning, and now the sky was rewarding her with this excellent mood setter.

The Queen of hearts was back.

There would be no more sitting around waiting for things to happen to her. She wasn’t just going to wait for opportunity’s foray. The Queen had a plan and she knew what she wanted. A kingdom, revenge, control over fate, fun, and a man to top it all off. It was time for her to stir the pot. The queen turned, striding gracefully through the mud, back towards the lair she abided in. Behind her, far off in the distance, lightning stuck the ground and flame began to ravage the crops of a local farmer. She smiled, this would be fun.

She stepped into the foyer of the “lair” in which she had found herself to be living. Scowling, the queen looked around. Once she had controlled a kingdom and lived in a castle, which was far greater than the place in which she currently spent her days. Scowling, her hand lashed out, knocking a perfectly positioned vase to its doom on the floor below. It shattered and the pieces danced across the floor. Ember smiled, that always made her fell better.

She walked over the shattered particles, and grabbed another identical vase from the closet. Placing it on the pedestal she grinned, every time she walked into the place she broke that vase. Sometimes she even broke it on the way out.

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Christopher Robin

Great.

It was raining.

Christopher scowled; he’d been planning on tracking down Roza, or possibly Alice. It didn’t really matter which one. But now this obnoxious rain had started and, well, there was no way he was going outside. If somebody wanted to talk they would just have to walk down to his apartment in the village and knock on the door. He figured Roza’d be the one to do that; Alice had to be more secretive.

If there was anything in the air other than water it was lost on Christopher as he scowled at the outside world.

“Another 10 points to the suckish side of life.” He muttered to himself. He didn’t know when he’d started keeping score, or even what the score was, but Chris would often award points to whatever side of life showed up. However, despite not remembering the details, Chris was pretty sure the suckish side was winning. The positive-people-are-stupid group was probably a pretty close second.

Muttering a few profanities to himself Christopher stalked away from the window and flopped down on his hammock/bed. At least rain made good background noise for sleeping. He could just doze the storm away as he lazed about. But before he could really truly settle in a knock came from his door.

He grinned; perhaps Roza had come to weather out the storm. Moving lethargically he slouched his way to the plain brown door. Opening it, he was disappointed to find that it was not his slightly annoying but still good-looking girlfriend; it was some old dude and two little girls who were presumably his daughters.

“Excuse me sir, do you suppose you could point me in the direction of-“

Christopher slammed the door closed. As a good guy he was obligated to help the man. But as a bad guy, well Christopher had no reason do any such thing.

Roza Huntress was out in the forest when it started to rain, she had her red cloak and her hood was up. In her hands she held her bow as she was planning on hunting down a deer so she would have some food for the week but the rain ruinded her plans "Damnit this is one of the last things I needed" she muttered out loud as she walked through the forest. She kept her eyes open and made sure to listen to every sound that was made, she could never be sure when to wolf would decide to sneak up on her.

She started to make her way back to the village of Feather Brooke Kingdom, she decided to go spend some time with Christopher. She has been worried about him lately because of his fowl mood but she decided to let him be the last couple days hoping his mood has changed. She walked the roads, nodding and saying hello to a few villagers that she has passed. Roza was known around the village for her generosity and help, she often shared what she hunted with the less fortunate villagers and because of that she has made a name for herself, though everyone still called her Red, it was the name that she has been going by since she was a child. Only few called her by Roza.

As she got closer to Christophers place she saw a man and two little girls walking from the door, she took a good look at them and saw the man look at her and asked her for directions to the nearest bread store. She smiled and pointed them in the right direction then continued her way to Christophers place. When she reached the door she knocked three times then stepped back as she waited for Christopher to answer. She was drenched from being in the rain but she didnt really mind, she actually enjoyed the rain but wwhat she didnt like was how dark the clouds looked.

Christopher Robin

Christopher went back over to his bed before lying down and letting out a long sigh. He snuggled down into his covers in a most un villain-like fashion and prepared for a long day of nothing. But once a gain before he could settle himself down a knock came from the door. Gah! Christopher swore to himself, if that were the same guy back to ask directions he’d smack him across the face.

Getting up he opened the door to discover it was not the obnoxious lost traveller, but was actually his kinds irksome, but still hot, girlfriend. Christopher smiled (though truth be told it was more like a sneer.) Leaning against the doorframe so that Roza couldn’t get inside he said slowly, “Hey Roza wazzup? Enjoying the weather?”

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The Queen of hearts
Embers muddy feet created a trail that led from the entranceway to the kitchen. She sat deep in thought as she aggressively stirred her coffee. Sure it was all well and good to say she would get started doing stuff, but first she had to actually plan out what she was going to do.

It was actually a bit of a relief to hear the voice of James call out, "Ember? I came for a little visit. Possibly plot for a bit of kingdom take over." Ember set down her over stirred coffee and rushed out to greet him, grinning like a lunatic.

“Isn’t this the most enchanting maximum of weather you have ever seen?” She laughed, grabbing his hands and twirling in a circle around him. Letting go she flung out her arms and did a few more spins as she reveled in her current joy, “It is an absolute perfect mood setter!”

Turning back to him her mood switched to serious, “I quite agree with you on the need for a bit of kingdom take over. I can’t decide between kidnapping and assassination, which do you think would be supplementary pleasure?”

Roza was shivering at this point, her cloak was no longer dry and now her skin was becoming wet from the downpoar. Her arms were crossed as she tried to keep in any warmth. She was about to turn and leave to head home, not thinking that Christopher was home but that was when the door opened and Christopher was leaning against the door, something was clearly different about him but she couldnt figure out what.

"Hello Christopher, and no I am not enjoying this weather. I am freezing and it ruined my time to hunt" she was getting a bit annoyed and frustrated that Christoher has yet to let her in the house. "Are you going to let me in or do I have to go home because I am clearly not in the mood to deal with this today Christopher. I dont know what is going on with you but I have no patience to deal with it today" her voice had an edge to it as she was clearly getting upset. She was shivering and she was afraid the wolf could come out at any point right now at this thought she looked over her shoulder just in case then looked back to Christopher.

Christopher Robin
Christopher almost winced from the harshness in Reds voice. She was not in a good mood. But that was okay with him; it was kind of funny to watch her get angry. As he stepped aside to let her enter his house he made sure to do so slowly, that way he could milk her furious expression for as long as possible.

Christopher watched her glance over her shoulder and saw the worry that was in her face after her outburst of rage. He smirked, she was still watching her back waiting for the big bad wolf to come and get her.

“I don’t see why you haven’t killed the guy already.” He said, automatically assuming shed would know whom he was talking about. After all, it was the only person she would conceivably consider offing. Truth be told, Christopher might have gone after the wolf himself were it not for the fact that he was far too lazy to take on such an endeavor.

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The Queen of Hearts

Torture was a good idea, it was always enjoyable to watch their blue blood turn red as it reached air and their previously cocky attitudes melt as the were consumed by tears and screams of pain. Torture was definitely a good idea.

She didn’t bother to ask where James was going as he went further into her home. The guy was an alcoholic if there ever was one, she suspected that were he ever captured the people who did so wouldn’t even need to torture him as he’d been going through too much pain from withdrawal. Perhaps she ought to find a way to cut off his Alcohol intake, it would be fun to watch him unravel. Though chances were he would no longer assist her in any evil plots after such an escapade.

When Ember reached the kitchen, a few seconds after hook had cracked open his brandy, she had decided between kidnapping and assassination. Kidnapping was the obvious choice, and she had just the plot to go with it.

“Perhaps, we should kidnap someone who is a lower level person. Someone who isn’t very well guarded. But, it should be someone who is liked by a lot of people. We tell their loved ones should they ever wish to their precious person again, they must kill the queen.” She said, drawing out the last sentence for dramatic effect.

She could picture it now, the queen dead, and the poor fools hoping their dear one would be returned, finding the dead and mangled body left for them by the queen of hearts. The kingdom would crumble.
If it worked.

Roza watched Christopher move ever so slowly so she could enter the house. She would just stay long enough to become dry then she would head home. Lately shes been noticing something off about Christopher and she really didn't like it. She walked insode and shuddered when Christopher mentioned the wolf.

"If I have had the chance by now I would have killed him but its not that easy" she said blantly as she went to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle then put it on the stove to heat. She took off her cloak and put it over a chair to dry, she was wear breechers and a white button down shirt. Her hair was left down, with the white streak hanging down in her face.

She took a seat in one of the chairs and looked at Christopher "So what is going on with you, and don't tell me nothing. You seem off and not in a good way" she crossed her legs and waited to hear what Christopher had to say.

Abel Cheshire

Abel chuckled at the girl’s response as she gazed upon him like he were a madman. Okay, well he was a madman but he wasn’t that mad. Of course, this was how she was expected to react.
“Me? The Mad Hatter? Don’t be daft. No, no, not at all. Not that he isn’t a rather pleasant chap but… Well, I’m Abel and I suppose you could say I was the Cheshire Cat”. He paused to admire his reflection in a puddle that had formed on the ground beneath him, straightening his hair. “Oh, it never does sit quite how I want it to… Well, I guess you’ll need more to go on to believe me so…”
So Abel promptly shifted before her, appearing as a rather large black and silver striped cat, only somewhat to convince her of his story but mostly to shock her as he was just that kind of guy. The shift was never painful for him. A witch friend had brewed him a potion, and if he ingested a small dose of it each morning the shift would be rendered painless, only remaining slightly uncomfortable. The brew itself was rather bitter but it definitely beat the agony of the transformation. Now, if that doggie Abraham wasn’t such an evil bastard, he might’ve shared his secret with him… then again, he might not have because he was selfish like that.
Moments later, he shifted back into human form, bowing naked before the girl. “Thank you, thank you”, he said as if expecting applause. “Now, if you’ll excuse me” he said as he hurriedly redressed. Once that was over, he looked upon Mackenzie with curiosity. “Right, right, so I suppose Snow White is rather nice. Perhaps we could pay her a visit. Shall we?” he said, pointing in the direction of the Red Rose kingdom.

Abraham Lupus

Abraham had been waiting in the rain for some time now, his fur soaked. Of course, the odor of wet dog was not a pleasant one. Getting fed up with waiting for Red to leave the village again, he racked his brains for some plan as how to get to her.
His ears pricked as footsteps approached. As the sound drew nearer, a merchant appeared, traveling along the path. Perfect. Abraham launched himself upon the man, intending to only knock the guy down and ended up, well, killing him.
After shifting into human form and recovering from the pain, Abraham’s palm collided with his face. “Great. Killed another one”. It was now clear to him he would not be able to stay in this area for very long. All he’d wanted was the man’s cloak, not his blood for God’s sake.
He picked up the cloak, thankful that the material was black and that it still rained so he wouldn’t automatically appear like the murderer he was. He dressed himself in the item, pulling the hood over his head in his best attempt to disguise his features and entered the village.
Tracking down Red by scent alone wasn’t an option now, but he didn’t need to. He’d stalked the woman enough to know where she would be. Whatever she saw in a pup like Christopher Robin, he was blind to.
The house drew closer and so far, nobody had shouted ‘Big Bad Wolf!’ so it would seem luck was in his favor today.
He didn’t bother to knock on the door, letting himself in and there was that stupid boy who just made himself even more stupid by running at Abraham unarmed. Well, apparently his disguise didn’t fool everyone. As per usual, Abraham’s anger would again get the better of him. His rage over the fact that Red would choose this idiot over himself meant that… well, he lunged at Christopher, dropped him to the floor, beat that fool’s stupid face to a pulp and kept going, despite the fact his own face was being covered in the boy’s blood.
Once satisfied Christopher could no longer make attacks at him, he stood up, taking in the amount of damage he had done. Dead? Unconscious? Dying? He didn’t care. He had far more important matters to attend to. He didn’t have time to feel guilty, the moment he’d been waiting for had come. She would now be his.
He turned to face Red, a wicked grin on his blood-spattered face. “Oops. Might have killed your plaything. Now, are you going to run? Please do, it will make this far more exciting”.