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De'Laire Slayer

Be prepared for what is about to befall these lands

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a character in “Wonderland - Battle of the Deck”, as played by conor

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Basic Information
"Be prepared for what is about to befall these lands"

Name: De'laire Slayer
Age: 145
Race: Magician
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Orientation:
Relationship Status: Unknown
Role: Leader of the dealers.
Faction: Loyal to himself, and the dealers.

Abilities: De'laire is the most powerful of all dealers. His magic ranges from the mundane to the purely spectacular. His power is in tricks of deception and illusion. Twisting and playing with your mind. Planting the seeds of chaos and doubt. De'laires favorite kind of magic is illusion. He likes to play with the minds of his victims shaping what they think. Instead of transforming the physical world which requires a lot of energy he instead prefers to transform how his victims see the world, instead of seeing a chair he could make them see a vicious lion. De'laire enjoys noting more than to torment someone from within their own mind.

Best Feature:
De'laire is cunning and he is intelligent, he knows how to play people off of one another and he enjoys doing it.







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Appearance;

Physically De'laire is unremarkable. Standing at just about 5' 8" he is by no means tall, but not exactly small either. The day he became immortal his body was frozen in time. In the one hundred years since it has not aged or even changed much. Of course if he wanted to change his appearance he could but it would require a lot of effort to pull that kind of magic. Instead he relies on planting illusions. If he wants to make sure he isn't seen he can use his magic to make some people blind to his presence.

His hair is a brownish-blonde and in some places balding. His eyes are dark brown and the lower half of his face is covered with facial hair. As for his sense of style well he doesn't really have one. De'laire is not bothered with the elaborate and garnish clothes of someone who is rich. Instead he favors a simple wool tunic underneath a leather jerkin. His pants are again simple and made of wool. His shoes are high leather boots.


Personality;

How do you describe a man who is twisted beyond belief. De'laire is a man who sees the world as his and the inhabitants his to experiment with. After the dealers overthrew the king he became a much darker person. The magic he wielded unlocked a person inside he had hidden from the world since a child. One could argue that De'laire was deranged, he shows contempt for anyone that he see's as an obstacle in his way.

De'laire is known as a cruel man, often killing for the sake of killing and some rumors would say he gets great pleasure from torture and there are even those who say he is no stranger to rape. De'laire wants nothing more than to regain control over wonderland and see everyone under his control. More importantly he wants the royal bloodlines under his boot. Not least the Hearts.

There is no question about it, De'laire is a power hungry sadist. He wants what he considers his and he has no problems trying to get it by any means possible. There are no rules with chaos and when it comes down to it, fear is his poison of choice.



Likes;
Alcohol | Hunting | The outdoors | Alchemy | The Dealers

Dislikes;
The Royals | Cats | Tea | Warm weather | Paragons

Hobbies;
Drinking | Fighting | Hunting | Reading | Magic


History;


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So begins...

De'Laire Slayer's Story

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Ruby Ophelia Heart

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Rays of golden sunshine spilled down from the partially clouded skies of Wonderland, gleaming over sparkling jewelry, different shades of hair, and elaborate clothing that were bustling around the center garden; laughter crying out from around the white gates where the behemoth talking flowers sang soft songs of lovely music. Many citizens had come to this party; and apparently where the hosts had not yet revealed themselves, but who in their right mind would give up the opportunity of free drinks and snacks and a place where no violence could occur due to the ancient laws that had been intact for centuries? Ruby Heart was not going to give up that opportunity, even though she had heard rumors the other royals of Wonderland were going to be attending. In fact, she enjoyed parties so much, she had pretty much gone ecstatic and hugged Andy so tight she thought his eyes would pop out as she had squealed and twirled around. She was quite charismatic believe it or not, and as soon as she jumped out from the carriage and stepped onto the white brick road that led into the lush green centerpiece of this beloved Wonderland, she felt her blood pumping with excitement. “Jack! Come on! Come on!” She cheered in her sweet voice, her movement so fast you could smell the scent of fresh roses and tea masquerading her form. She pulled out a piece of soft, white paper real quick, making sure for the fifth time, this was right place and the right time scribbled in neat cursive on the parchment.

Dear Princess Ruby Ophelia Heart,

You are cordially and honorably invited to an outdoor garden party that will be located in the Center Gardens of Wonderland this Sunday precisely at 3 pm.

As you know, this is a neutral zone so no violence of any sort is permitted. But we would ask you come and help yourself to wonderful treats, fresh drinks, and charismatic conversation. This party is open to all, so bring as many guests as you’d like; we encourage as many people to come as possible, the more the merrier!
We hope to see you attend.

Sincerely,

T.D.

Ruby squealed inside at the thought of it all. She couldn't get enough of parties, and she was hoping this would be even grander when the tea parties she threw, but her parties could become quite wild and she had a feeling this would be much more formal then her own. That’s why she had planned accordingly.

She was even wearing one of her best outfits; A tight corset with red hearts running up the front and lined with golden thread, the outside covered in gold and black stripes and gleaming with every movement when the sunlight hit it just right. She also wore a ruffled red silk skirt that was shorter up the front, giving a full glimpse of her legs covered in white stockings that overlaid another pair of white fishnet, the outer stockings covered in red hearts as well with dark red heels that adorned golden hearts on the clips across the front of the foot. Her sleeves were long, ruffled at the edges and ruffled at the top with gold and white pearls lining them like stripes with more hearts forming an organized vertical pattern all over the puffed out sleeves. But you could clearly see her sharp collarbone and gleaming skin; she wasn't that modest, and she took much joy in swinging the longer back of her skirt around. But one of the best accessories she could have asked for was the pearl collar necklace that ran in six circled around her neck and dangled down the front in between her collarbone, giving light to a pure ruby cut like a heart, literally glowing as if it were alive itself. Her crimson red hair fell in perfect curls down her back, bouncing softly with each step while her soft gold crown with the diamonds overlaying the rim shined on her head, perfectly balanced with her hip swaying stride. And her makeup; she had gone simply crazy over her makeup. Dark colors shaded her upper and lower lids of her eyes, her lips colored in dark red and the ends in black; and under her right eye were four little ruby red jeweled hearts, giving her smile an even sweeter disposition as she pulled a red , heart shaped lollipop from one of her skirt pockets with long rounded red nails, and then giving it a small lick before glancing back around before heading into the bright gates; sure that Jack would follow after her soon. Sometimes she was too fast for him.

As soon as she walked through the front gates, heads turned to catch a look at her, some happy and some not so pleased as she paid no mind to any of it; she was staring in wonder at all the beautiful plants, the wonderful music, and the amazing outfits moving before her crimson eyes. She couldn't deny that her immaturity was somewhat apparent when she became too excited in a setting, and would set people's nerves off but it is not like anyone had the guts to stand up to her and tell her that. No, some called her a spoiled brat behind her back, but she was so tuned out with so many thoughts running through her head, rumors barely affected her as some loved her innocent, child like state that was somewhat... abnormal for her age. But that was hardly Ruby's fault; her mother had abused her and locked her away in a dark tower for most of her life, had given her mortal scars across white flesh and bone, had made her cry her eyes out and even tried to kill her. Oh the night with the Jabberwocky venom had been more painful then anything she ever experienced, where she felt like her bones would melt inside her body. But somehow, by some miracle, things had turned and Ruby now had magical abilities that none would dream of having or expecting to receive in such a way. The trauma that Ruby had suffered was one she had shoved into a dark place, locked it tight, and then threw away the key for no one to find... ever. But she had friends that she relied on now, people who helped take care of her and guide her in the right direction even though she herself was not on the right track at times. The only person who fully knew her was Jack; he was the only one who fully understood the trauma she had been through. How she was thankful for those thoughts when she had a moment to sort them out inside her head.

She then spotted the desert table, and her eyes lit up like stars, her heels moving with no ill will as she made her way over and looked over the many different cakes, cookies, and candies that she just wanted to engulf all at once. But with a deep breath she sighed and took another soft suck on her lollipop, licking the edge before she continued to walk around and admire the different tables set up with different drinks, like lemonade or the different wines or- OH! Ruby’s eyes popped as she spotted her favorite drink; raspberry tea, sitting there in a beautiful magenta pot with the label neatly etched into the side. With an excited purr coming from her throat she quickly poured herself a cup and breathed it in, rolling her eyes slightly before taking small sips and then glancing back around at some of the eyes staring at her. She simply smiled at them, oblivious to judgment and continued to sip her tea and stray around the garden with interest as her heels stabbed into the dirt, her thoughts playing out scenarios of how this night could actually go.

The grass was just so green, how could it be so green? Her mother had never brought her here, and she had no idea the plants were so rich and full of life in this neutral circle. How she wished her gardens grew this wonderful; she had tried to repair the damage her mother had made on their lands, so desolate and bearing, and she thought she had done a pretty decent job at it too but it wasn't like this. The magic here was strong, so pure and wonderful, making her own blood zing as she took another sip of her tea and another lick of her lollipop. Her eyes then wandered over to a large, square white bricked floor where she saw couples dancing in beautiful sync, her head cocking slightly as her eyes glistened with admiration and her lips finished off the cup which she proceeded to bite down on and chew. Of course all the cups in wonderland were edible, at least most of them should be, made out of a material as hard as glass but melted in the mouth beneath the teeth. She grinned a bit and continued to finish off the cup before she wandered over towards the dance floor to stare.

Every now and then she glanced around for the other royals and other citizens of Wonderland, excited to see them. Of course this was a war and she was supposed to hate everyone and want to take over Wonderland and blah, but Ruby wasn't completely mature yet; not mentally, anyway. She’d rather have fun, do make overs, and have never ending tea parties. She sighed, rocking back and forth slightly in her heels as she waited for people she knew to arrive, and continued to wear down her heart shaped lollipop.

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Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares

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☠ Cordelia Bellamont ☠

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The singing was driving her absolutely mad. Cordelia was simmering and writhing in irritation in the back of the gardens among the lush green hedge maze where red and white roses sprouted within the green leaves, her hands crushing one easily before taking in a deep breath and letting it back out. She hadn't slept enough again; she never slept enough. “Bloody flowers.” She muttered, letting the crumpled flower petals drop from her thin, pale hands and she slowly began to walk through the maze, struggling to block out all the laughter and the singing and the talking. A bloody party? Was De’laire mad? Of course he was mad, and of course she would never question their leader, but what was he hoping to accomplish with this? Getting everyone together; was he going to kill someone? Part of her jolted with excitement with that thought; but she hadn't seen him ever since the party started, and she had been trying to avoid every figure that came near, even the members of her group. She was always just so irritated, so uptight… she was only calm when she was practicing the dark arts, and her specialty… necromancy.

Just last week she managed to reanimate about 5 corpses at once, but controlling them was another story. The more she had raised, the less control she had over what they did, which could be anything at random and that was hard to maintain. Lox often teased her and goated her about it, always adding some smart ass comment that gave her blood the boil but she always tried her best to impress De'laire... she wondered how weak he thought she really was. She grinned to herself, licking her lower lip with her evil smirk before looking over the rings and chains adorning her snow white hands, a soft sigh escaping her lips in irritated contempt.

She combed her thin digits through her brown hair that glimmered with a hint of red from the bleak sun that was being covered off and on by her favorite color in the sky. Her gray eyes sifted through the various plants of green, her fingertips brushing over petals and leaves and thorns as her long, thin black skirt trailed behind her. The front was short, her black stockings with the garter belts to be seen along with her dark, black silk corset that complimented her thin figure. The top of the corset was adorned with white lace, along with the top of her garters that had white bows on them; each in sync, each matching perfectly as the black veil on her head fell down over the back of her hair and along the middle of her sharp back. She was the image of a beautiful death, lips a dark, pale red and eyes shaded with dark. But some thought she would break if you so much as laid a hand on her with her slender figure, but they would be so wrong if they tried.

But her shining jewel was the metal made head piece on top, a large tiara of dark gold with chains running all over, down the sides of her head and resting on her shoulders; the image of what she once was, and what she wanted to be; the Queen of Diamonds. But her past revealed how the King found out about her dark practices, and decided to give the right of rule over the Diamond Bloodline to the pure mages, casting her out along with the rest of her group. But she had taken over; she had become the queen through evil means, through dark ways only to be cast down again by that bitch; Iracabeth, the big headed oaf. How that woman had embarrassed them and insulted them, thinking she could waltz right in and take Wonderland for herself in such a swift mood. They never spoke about Iracebeth though, afraid that De'laire might kill them with their own pain if they breathed about it in his presence.

She was seething again, her jaw locked as she struggled to erase the memories. De’laire had a plan; they had a plan to take it over once again. She could see the Prince of Diamonds in her head so clearly, she wasn't going to deny she visited him often in the shadows through ice covered windows, struggling to put together his death. She imaged it silent, his scrawny neck between her long fingers with the might she had to squeeze him to death. She had no idea how her magic had gone so wrong… how it could of given him life, but not life? She sighed and sat down on one of the black benches, struggling to push these thoughts away; she had to get it out of her head! De’laire had mentioned to enjoy themselves, but all she could do was be anxious, tired, and utterly… bored.

“Parties.” She grumbled to herself, looking up at a well-dressed waiter who came by, offering her a glass of wine. Although she considered ripping his throat out with her sharp nails, she greedily snagged two glasses from the tray and watched him walk away as she began to sip her wine in silence with dark eyes drifting off into the fresh air. As soon as she downed the first glass she threw it against the bushes and slowly worked on sipping her last one, the burning sensation in her throat giving her a sense of feeling as the bitter sweet taste left her tongue tingling in delight and once again breathed in the smell of flowers and cake and tea. She preferred the scent of graveyards, herself.

She then eyed a blank chess board over at the right end of the garden, her eyebrow raising as she rolled her eyes and forced herself to get up, balancing herself in her black heels as she made her way over to one of the black chairs and sat herself down in front of it. "Why not, this party is dead." She said, and then she grinned to herself. "Or I wish it was." She let a small chuckle escape her thin lips as she pulled out the pieces from a black box underneath the board, lining them up properly away from each other and began to play against herself in boredom. She of course, was black.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Jack of Hearts

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Jack stepped out of the carriage after Ruby. He was wearing a black suit with gold lining. His coattails came down to the backs of his knees, and his ruby red vest had a white rose adorning the pocket. His white undershirt was buttoned up all the way, a black tie with gold hearts down its length around his neck. The lapel of his suit jacket was lined with red hearts. His shoes were a glossy black, small gold hearts rimming them just above the soles. He watched Ruby as she shuffled away, her petticoat swaying behind her, heels clicking softly on the white brick pathway. Jack ambled on behind her, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to catch up to her as she whisked herself from table to table. He saw her daintily pick up a cup of what he assumed was raspberry tea, as it was her absolute favourite. He made his own way to one of the drink tables and quietly poured himself a cup of peach tea, his favourite, after removing his white gloves and stashing them in his coat pocket, the fingers hanging out. He held the sugar-glass cup delicately between his fingers and thumb, the handle easily breakable.

He watched as Ruby walked towards the dance floor. Many of the guests were dancing, and he knew that Ruby would want to dance at some point during the party. He stepped up beside her at the dance floor, carefully nibbling at his tea cup. He watched with her as the guests danced to the splendidly selected music. When he finished eating his tea cup, Jack returned his gloves to his hands and turned to Ruby. "Would you care to dance, my fair Ruby?" he inquired, his voice velvety and soft, his right hand held out toward her and his left arm folded behind his back as a courtesy.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon

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☠Lucien Agares☠

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Lucien was standing at the back of the party, near Cordelia but not caring enough to talk with her. He was in a black suit, a deep red undershirt buttoned to his neck, and a black bow tie. His medium length, wavy brown hair was flowing toward his back, seemingly slicked but really only naturally perfect. He had a lighter in his left hand that he kept flicking on and then snuffing, bored of the dull party he was forced to be at. He rolled his eyes and looked around, boredom pouring from him as he looked around for De'Laire. What's he up to this time....? Lucien thought to himself, unamused by their leader's secrecy as to why they were actually here. He began pacing around, his gaze moving from the ground to the sky and back and forth, his disinterest in this social gathering completely obvious. He watched as a Cordelia took two wine glasses from a waiter that was walking by. He caught the waiter's eye by waving his ungloved fingers in the air. As the waiter came close, Lucien grabbed a glass of wine for himself and requested that the waiter find him a bourbon or a scotch and to bring him both if both were available.

Lucien turned toward a hedge near him, staring as the roses. He plucked a red rose from the hedge and flicked on his lighter, holding it to the flower. When the flower caught, he closed his lighter, extinguishing the flame, and watched the rose slowly burn into a black and melting mess. He smiled to himself before dropping the charred, dead flower at his feet. As he turned back toward the party, he saw the waiter hurrying back to him. The waiter held out his platter, a bourbon and a scotch sitting on it, waiting to be claimed. Lucien picked up both drinks, shooing the waiter as he did so. He watched at the waiter scurried away and wondered what the waiter would look like if he were in flames. He chuckled slightly at the thought.

He downed the scotch, shaking his head slightly at the burn it sent down his throat. He licked his lips deviously and tossed the glass onto the ground. He held the bourbon in his right hand, swirling the liquid around inside the glass. He took out his lighter and lit the bourbon, blowing it out seconds after. He noticed Cordelia sit down at an empty chess table, playing by herself. He waltzed over to the table and sat down opposite her. "I'm white," he said, not waiting for her approval to join the game. He sipped at his bourbon, knowing he was probably getting on Cordelia's nerves. He looked around, downing the rest of the bourbon, still wondering why it was that De'Laire request they show up to this boring waste of time.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Image Gray was never one for parts, especially ones that involved lots of people, people being well everyone. The most he ever does at parties, is just stand there bored out of his mind, hoping it will get over with. There was very little people he could ever find himself having a mild decent conversation with and that wasn't his choice to speak to them first. Yet still, he would accept those little people. This event was different though, everyone was expected to come, meaning he would have to look his very best at all times.

Parting some of his hair up with silver dragon chopsticks in his hair. He had completed it with a black and silver hanfu. This was something he always wore, but in the colors of mostly blues or blacks, sometimes red, it all depended on his mood or occasion. This was a party, the black held background as for the silver either held power or elegance, it wasn't too flashy. Of course this went along with his black and silver geta's. Sure this might seem odd to you, it may seem odd to most people, but in his land, the land of Tea in Wonderland, it was tradition to dress in old japanese styles.

It wasn't long before he was reminded that he had to attend the party. He would be arriving there by carriage, it's not like he chose this, if he could get away with it, he'd walk instead, but it was a far walk and in the process of trying to walk through wonderland, one might get lost and end up somewhere they wish not to be or wish to be, depended on which path you took. When the carriage had stopped, Gray took a look out the window of it behind the thick black curtains. Earlier that day he had told his Adviser to meet him at the party and not come with him, something inside him told him that it was probably a bad idea.

Without a word the driver helped the Prince out of the carriage and drove off once he was a good feet away. Valentine, was one person he was looking forward to meeting. He had never met the guy in person before and was told many things about him from the Cheshire Cat. What he had told him spiked his interest. Valentine was a Trader of Goods of all kinds, he was also a man who had live longer than any lives that had been given to him. The picture he had in his mind was of an older man, maybe holding a cane or have a white beard that dropped to the floor, who knows. But there was something else that spiked him even more. Valentine was special and the one who knew more about this was Diamonds himself. Supposable Valentine had been working with him for a very long time and suddenly quit?

Pulling himself away from his thoughts, he had made it custom that he'd try the tea at the part, to see if it was fit enough to satisfy the people. If it tasted bad, that looked bad on him and his land. Without a word or glace to anyone, he made his way slowly over to the table that held all the foods and drinks, he kept his attention down onto the ground, making it seem as if he was walking around with his eyes closed and his face proud. Some would say almost too proud, others might say he was like a dragon, beautiful and mighty, one would only dare to stab it. Contact with someone wasn't a bad thing, but he wasn't really in the mood for conversation with anyone.

Taking a cup of the tea, he moved his way over to a spot where less of the crowd was, this time he closed his eyes and stood there, sipping his tea in a polite manner. From the spot he stood, he could hear almost everyone speaking. A few lady spoke about clothing, some people spoke about the royals and how exciting it would be to see them. A few gawked over Prince Gray, especially once he walked into the area, all eyes was on him. As if he was some kind of fancy art piece that was about to fall down and shatter to pieces. They always stared at the Royals like that. As if they was something special to be stared at. Well ok, they are, but that isn't what the point was about.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares

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Phaedra waved her hand through the air, wiggling her fingers to tighten the laces on her corset until it was pleasantly tight on her waist. Telekinesis was a wonderful gift, she thought. She pulled on her dress, a rather wonderful green number with enough coverage in the sleeves and the skirt to conceal a number of weapons. She knew that De'Laire was holding the party on neutral ground, but she didn't trust the rebellion not to start something at the gathering. She didn't trust any of them as far as keeping the peace went. She trusted them about as far as she could throw them.

Phaedra slid her weapons into place, making sure they were adequately concealed. In all honesty, she was not looking forward to this gathering. It was everything she despised. Gardens, flowers, people. It was a delight to behold. But De'Laire had insisted upon their attendance, so as his faithful cohort, she was required to go. Leaving her rooms, Phaedra stepped outside into the glaring sunlight. She climbed into the driverless carriage and began her journey to the neutral ground. On her arrival at the party, Phaedra was disappointed to find everything as garish as she had feared. For one, there were far too many roses. Phaedra opened out her parasol and painted a smile on her face. She was going to let no one know she was having an awful time.

Phaedra glided through the gathering, at least thankful for the wine on offer. If there had been just tea, Phaedra may have been inclined to breech the neutrality laws. She sipped the wine, De'Laire had the sense to make it a good wine, watching the crowd around her. She could see Cordelia and Lucien sat in a corner over a game of chess, Lucien cradling a dark drink, whiskey perhaps, Phaedra couldn't tell from this distance. Despite De'Laire's disregard for appearances, the other three dealers were surprisingly sharp dressers. Everyone here was remarkably well dressed. Well, there had been little to celebrate recently, so it was understandable that everyone dressed to the nines at the first available opportunity.

Figuring she had nothing better to do, Phaedra glided across the garden towards Cordelia and Lucien, watching their game with absent interest. They had clearly just started the game as few pieces had moved and neither player appeared to have the upper hand yet, "Don't mind me," She said, taking another sip of her wine, "Just watching," She smiled at her fellow Dealers, waiting for their game to continue.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Hatter arrived at the party just on time, as himself. He was wearing his signature black hat adorned with its goggles, and he was in a bright white suit. His coattails dragged on the ground behind him as he walked, and his black coat vest along with his white shirt were buttoned all the way to their tops. His bow tie was large and had an array of colours, almost looking as though paint had been splattered all over a clean white bow tie. It had been white when Hatter bought it, but he found it boring that way and spruced it up. He had on black gloves and black shoes. Besides his bow tie, his outfit was very plain, seeming a bit off for something the Hatter would normally wear.

He sighed deeply before entering the party. He noticed Thackery awkwardly sipping a cup of tea by himself at the edge of the gathering. He stepped over to the hare, nudging him in the arm softly. "Not your cup of tea?" the Hatter asked, bursting into a fit of laughter over his clever words. He stepped over to the tea table to pour himself a cup of tea. He stared at all of the choices, unsure as to which he should choose. He finally settled on pouring himself a cup of peppermint tea. He returned to Thackery, sipping his tea and laughing at the delightful taste as it hit his tongue. Though it wasn't quite perfect, it still tasted nice, apparently more so than Thackery's Earl Grey. He put his right elbow on Thackery's left shoulder, leaning on him slightly. "How's the party, Thacky?" the Hatter inquired, giggling quietly into his tea cup. His eyes danced around on all of the people at the party, feeling glad that he'd been invited.

Something ticked at the back of Hatter's mind however. Who was this "T.D" that had put this gathering together? Hatter rattled his brain for anyone he knew with the initials of T.D., but all he could come up with was the fact that he desired cake and more tea. He walked over to the dessert table, his steps more like little hops than steps. He poured over all of the desserts, trying to decide which he might like to try. His eyes flicked from one dessert to another, all of them looking deliciously scrumptious. His eyes stopped on a piece of lucius-looking angel food cake. He plucked it from the table, carrying it in his left hand. He moved to the tea table, refilling his tea cup with more peppermint tea, and he wondered if the tea and cake would go nicely together.

He propped himself next to Thackery once again. He sipped at his tea and took bites of his cake, delightfully surprised when he found that they happened to taste quite appealingly wonderful together. "Thacky! It's amazing!" Hatter exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. "You've got to try the peppermint tea and angel food cake together! It's complexly magnificent!" His eyes stared at the cake and tea in amazement, his mind unable to waver from thinking about how pleasant they tasted together.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Wendy was bouncing up and down in her carriage, almost certain she would be late. Three O'clock! Three O'clock! she thought to herself, hoping the repetition would help her arrive on time. She looked at the time on her Clock Stave, which read Four O'clock. She knew that it wasn't right, but she couldn't help wondering if it was. She pursed him lips and furrowed her eyebrows, angry at her Clock Stave and wishing that it would just tell the right damn time. She was constantly being inconvenienced by her perpetual tardiness, hoping that one day she'd be able to arrive on time somewhere.

As her carriage pulled up, she glanced out the window, and it looked like almost everyone was already there, if not everyone. Once her carriage came to a stop, she stepped out and brushed herself off. She was wearing a plaid suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. She was wearing black, heeled boots and her signature goggles were on top of her head. She didn't bother with hiding her ears, as she didn't feel the need to, knowing that she probably wasn't the only parahuman at the party. Though as she looked around, she didn't notice any right off the bat. She felt somewhat awkward and underdressed for such an elaborate party. She saw a waiter walking by her as she entered and stopped him. "Excuse me, but could I trouble you for the time?" she asked awkwardly, smiling and wishing she miraculously wasn't late. "3:15 PM, ma'am." Wendy slumped slightly. LATE AGAIN! she fumed inwardly.

Feeling out of place and ashamed at being late once again, she ducked her head slightly and made her way to the tea table, scrunching up her nose in disgust as she passed the sweets. She looked over all of the different teas, trying to determine which she should try first. She smelled the air, but all of the different tea smells were mixing together, making it impossible for her to smell each individually. She closed her eyes and moved her hand around above the teapots, and taking her index finger, she planted it down randomly onto a pot. Lemongrass and honey tea. She smiled to herself and poured her cup of tea. She moved to the edge of the party closest to the entrance, staying out of the way and out of sight, she hoped. She gently sipped at her tea, the taste delectable on her sensitive tongue. The smell of her tea was rich and warm now that she was away from the other teas. She inhaled the sweet scent and sighed contently, happy to sip her tea in silence and solitude.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares

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"Tick.........tock. Tick........tock. It's almost time for the grand opening" The faint, muffled sounds of screaming was just barely audible. The cloth was doing it's job so well. A young girl, no more than 18 bound by her hands and legs sat gagged atop a tree branch. Try as she might nobody could hear her scream. Tears rolled down her pretty little face as she came closer to the inevitable.

De'laire slayer sat on the branch next to her, twiddling a small knife between his fingers. Unlike the rest of the people at the party going on below him De'laire was not dressed for the occasion. He simply wore leather breeches and woolen tunic with a leather jerkin on top. Simple attire for a simple occasion. Of course De'laire couldn't be seen at this party. It would ruin everything. He also trusted the other dealers not to reveal their identities either. To much planning had gone into all of this. It would be a shame to mess it all up. As the party began to fill De'laire decided it was time for the opening act.

A wicked smile cut across De'laires face as he gazed at the girl beside him. She broke down crying once more, grasping at her bonds desperately trying to get lose. She screamed as loud as she could but no body could hear her anguish. Grabbing her cheeks he pushed his lips against her ears. "It's time now for your part in todays party. Don't worry you will be the centre of the show." He laughed to himself, enjoying her screams. He pushed is tongue against her cheek and tasted the tears that rolled down.

Finally he pulled his face away from hers and stood up. Balancing himself on the thick tree branch he placed a thick rope noose around the girls neck. It was time to stir the party and shake the guests. One hundred years of waiting and he was now ready to make a move. It would take some time but ultimately his victory would be crushing and wonderland would be his to subjugate once more. The royals would be replaced by each of the dealers and wonderland would be ruled by chaos once more.

Kneeling down in front of a terror stricken girl he put the little knife in his hand. "Know I'd like to say this won't hurt a bit, but that would be a lie, it wouldn't be fun if it didn't hurt". Grinning he pushed the girl down against the tree branch and placed the knife against her forehead. Slowly he pulled the knife across her forehead and down her pale white cheeks. She groped and screamed begging for relief but it was no use. If she was lucky she would succumb to the pain and pass out. Continuing down her cheeks he turned the knife across her jaw, slowly cutting and outline across her face. Eventually it was done. "Time to start the show"

De'Laire pushed the girls body off the tree and sauntered off as the rope unravelled and suddenly became taut. Peering down he could see the girl sway in the soft breeze. She swung lifelessly above the party crowd, her white dress now stained with crimson blood and the outline of a skull carved around her face.

De'laire made his way towards the outskirts of the party, making sure not to be seen. Hopefully the others would be able to find him here. The time of the Dealers had come.

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Wendy jumped when she heard a voice asking her about a Jabberwocky. She turned, nose still in her tea cup, and her eyes met with those of Atcha, the Princess of the Kingdom of Clubs. "N-No!" Wendy stuttered awkwardly. "I haven't seen any Jabberwocky. I was late to the party, you see, and I decided it'd be best if I just stayed out of the way...." She smiled awkwardly, sipping at her tea some more to try to alleviate some of the awkwardness, though she was probably just making it worse. "Excuse me!" she said quickly and shuffled off to the tea table. Well that was weird.... she thought to herself. Why am I so bizarre? No wonder everyone thinks I'm mad.... She closed her eyes and sighed. Opening her eyes again, she glared at the tea table, once again unsure which tea to taste. She decided on pomegranate tea, desiring a tart tea, so she poured herself some and decided that she should amble around the party so that she wouldn't be questioned at the entrance anymore.

As she walked around, the smell of the garden was fresh in her sensitive nose, the rose petals being the strongest scent. Her ears twitched at the sounds of birds and insects roaming the garden. She meandered toward the center of the party, keeping her nose in her tea, trying to avoid any unwanted conversation. She stopped near a tree and leaned against it, settling herself and savouring her tart pomegranate tea and closing her eyes.

Wendy felt a rush of air by her and felt a few drops of something hit her face. Making a scrunched expression, she opened her eyes and looked toward the source of the air and droplets. She screamed.

Wendy clasped her hands over her mouth as her body began to fill with fear. A girl was dangling, lifeless, by her neck, a skull carved into her face. The lacerations were fresh, and Wendy could see tear stains down the girl's cheeks. "This is madness!" Wendy cried, still in shock and unable to move.

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☠ Cordelia Bellamont ☠

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Cordelia sighed softly, about to move another piece until Lucien decided to take a seat and declare he was now her opponent. With a raised eyebrow she cleared her throat and leaned back in her seat. "Very well, Lucien." His name was almost a hiss on her tongue. She had to admit, Lucien was a self conceited jack ass sometimes, always walking around like he was high and mighty. When the dealers didn't give her the space she deserved, or looked down on her for her weak moments, it made her blood sizzle and her nerves twitch. She slowly moved a pawn across the bored diagonal on the very right hand side, her long bony fingers gleaming so pale as long pointy nails nearly chipped the wooden piece with a solid scratch.

She glanced up at Phaedra when she strolled over, her nerves starting to burn as she sighed and rubbed her forehead. She liked Phaedra but this party was giving her anxiety. She looked over at a waiter passing them by again, a sudden cry of screams making him jump and drop his tray as she darted over and caught it herself, her super fast reflexes giving her an edge as she took a large glass of whiskey and then dropped the tray and began to sip on it before inquiring as to what the screaming was about. "De'laire has struck again." She muttered to the others, making her way to peek behind the pushes at the bloody girl hanging from the tree. The chaos was mortifying, and she adored it, a tight smile finally coming to her lips as she leaned against a statue and watched in delight while sipping from the large shot glass.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter

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A few moments later, Thackery noticed that Hatter had arrived. He had almost missed Hatter's entry, not accustomed to seeing Hatter dress so simply. The bowtie, a garish explosion of colour, was Hatter to a T though, he thought with a small smile. He dipped his head slightly, acknowledging his friend's arrival at the party. When Hatter joined him, Thackery was greeted by a gentle nudge on the shoulder, "Not your cup of tea?" the Hatter asked, before exploding into laughter.

Thackery gave a small chuckle, "It is and it isn't," was his answer when Hatter had calmed down. Thackery stood diligently as as Hatter scoured the tea selection for a suitable choice. Thackery watched as Hatter's face lit up when he found a tea to his liking. On Hatter's return, Thackery found himself being used as a leaning post, something he was completely thrilled about. No, really, he was. He cast a harmless glare at Hatter, who was happily drinking tea, peppermint, if Thackery's nose wasn't failing him. Hatter's attention was on the crowd, so he probably didn't even notice Thackery's look of disdain at Hatter's utilisation of his shoulder.

"How's the party, Thacky?"

Thackery did a double take at the shortening of his name. 'Thacky'? The last time he had been called that was when he was leveret and his infantile tongue couldn't manage the complete syllabic make-up of 'Thackery'. But, this was Hatter he was dealing with. His closest friend who was prone to moments of infantile behaviour, such as calling him 'Thacky'. Thackery had a feeling deep his gut that the name was going to stick as well, "Amazingly polite and well behaved. Everyone appears to be enjoying doing nothing," He sighed, "Our tea parties were much more fun than this," He said mournfully, "Perhaps we should go into the business of party planning," He mused aloud, not really taking the idea seriously himself.

Once again, Hatter was not paying attention. He was now eyeing the cakes. With all the delight of a child at Christmas, Hatter disappeared again. The relief Thackery felt in his shoulder from not having Hatter's elbow digging into it was exquisite. Thackery rolled his shoulder a few times to get some feeling back into the joint before Hatter returned. Once again, Thackery was used as a prop while Hatter indulged himself on cake and more peppermint tea. Despite his dislike at being used as a lean-to, Thackery couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him as Hatter looked at the cake and tea in utter wonder, "Thacky!" Yes, the name was sticking, "It's amazing!" Hatter exclaimed, eyes wide as if he had just discovered some kind of epiphany,"You've got to try the peppermint tea and angel food cake together! It's complexly magnificent!"

Thackery nodded as Hatter continued to stare at the cake, utterly transfixed, "Soon as I've finished this," He said as his ears began to twitch inside his hat. Thackery tensed. This shouldn't be happening. This was neutral ground. There should be no danger here, "Hatter, my ears and I believe something awful is about to happen."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the body of a young girl was swinging from a tree on the other side of the garden. From this distance, he could see her face was bloodied and she was very much not alive. Thackery looked around, slack faced and at a total loss of what to do, waiting for his instruction from Hatter, as he often did in difficult circumstances. A woman dressed in black moved towards the body, simply watching the girl swing while she drank. "Oh my," Was all Thackery could say, his voice barely audible.



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Phaedra frowned when Cordelia moved the pawn diagonally. It was almost a reflex action to protest that pawns could only move diagonally when capturing a piece, but she refrained herself. This was not her game, if Lucien had a problem with the way Cordelia was playing, Lucien could raise it himself. That, and the fact Cordelia was one of the last people Phaedra wanted to anger. Especially when she trying her very best to maintain the neutrality of the garden that she so despised. No, Phaedra was going to be on her best behavior today.

A chorus of screams rang out, causing Phaedra to jump slightly, and a nearby waiter to drop his tray, the drink being saved by Cordelia, "De'laire has struck again," She said, looking to a tree. Phaedra followed Cordelia's gaze and saw a girl swinging gently in the breeze. Her face bore the bloody outline of a skull and her pretty white dress was stained with patches of red. This secret show of terror was De'Laire's doing. There was no one else left in Wonderland who could pull off such a stunt with such chilling effect. Cordelia stood closer to the dead girl, her delight evident int he chaos. Phaedra rolled her eyes, feeling the need to distance herself from Cordelia, who was drawing attention to herself by being so thrilled. Phaedra subtly looked around the garden, her eyes searching for De'Laire. She saw a movement on the edge of the garden. A man dressed in dark leather. De'Laire.

Phaedra looked around her fellow party guests, their attention on one another or the macabre show of a dead girl. She silently slipped away from her fellow dealers, making her way to De'Laire. In the shade, Phaedra lowered her parasol, holding it like a cane. She cast another look back at the party, glad to be away from the festivities, "That was a pretty little show you put on back there," She said to De'Laire with a smirk, "Very interesting."

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Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter

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☠Lucien Agares☠

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Lucien gazed at the chess table, uninterested in the game itself. He noticed Cordelia move a pawn diagonally, which wasn't really a move in chess, but he decided to ignore it, as he didn't actually care about the game in the first place. He also chose to ignore Phaedra, another Dealer, though she didn't seem too interested in the party either. "I hate this game...." Lucien said, flicking his King over, knocking over most of his own pieces and a few of Cordelia's.

As he stood, there was a chorus of screams.

"De'laire has struck again," said Cordelia, a grin forming on her face.

Lucien himself smiled slightly before removing the expression from his face, knowing that it may draw attention to himself if he were happy about all of the commotion that was going on. He cleared his throat before looking toward Phaedra and Cordelia, though Cordelia had already started walking toward the pandemonium that De'Laire, in Lucien's opinion, had so sloppily put together. Before he knew it, he'd lost sight of Phaedra as well.

Looking around, he couldn't see where she went, though he knew that she probably somehow found De'Laire. As he turned his gaze back toward the center of the garden, he noticed a man standing before the party. He had taken the girl down from the tree and was now demanding that De'Laire show his face.

Lucien smirked at the man's foolishness. He must be mad. Lucien thought to himself. He knelt on the ground, putting his palm to the grass, feeling the soft blades between his fingers. Time for some more fun. Lucien pondered, the smile on his face growing more sinister with every word in the thought. He wiggled his fingers in the grass, electricity building up in his fingertips. How I love electricity! he thought maniacally. He sent a wave of electricity through the ground toward the man standing up in front of everyone, shocking him with 10 milliamps of pure electricity. Though it wasn't enough to kill the man, it'd be enough to bring the man to his knees in pain. Lucien stood, satisfied with himself and still smiling as he turned away from the party members.

He pulled his lighter out of his pocket, flipping open the cap and lighting it. With a chuckle he walked toward the hedge near him and held his lighter to it. In a few seconds, the hedge caught fire and began to slowly go up in flames. He snuffed his lighter, smiled once more, and walked toward the very back of the garden, ready to watch this party burn.

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Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon

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☠Lucien Agares☠

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As Lucien was walking away, he heard someone call him a cynical bastard. He turned toward the source of the comment and saw a Jabberwocky attempting to put out the flames. "You're missing the point, Jabber," he said, his lips curling into a sinister grin. He pulled out his lighter once more, lit it, and began walking along the hedges, holding his lighter to them as he did so. "Good luck putting it out now!" He laughed manically as all of the hedges around them were in flames, slowly engulfing more of the garden. "Run while you can! And don't let us catch you!" Lucien shouted, practically dancing in front of the burning hedges. The flames were reflected in his black eyes, his own madness coming through to the surface.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" Lucien said, directing the comment toward the Jabberwocky that was so ardently fighting his fire. He charged up his finger tips and shocked the tips of the Jabberwocky's wings, enough electricity to temporarily paralyze someone. Though he was unsure how much electricity that would take for a Jabberwocky. He turned away from the party and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed De'Laire an Phaedra. He ambled over to them, a malevolent sneer on his mouth. "Some party, huh?" he said, laughing slightly. "How I love chaos." He looked toward De'Laire. "What's next, boss?" Lucien rubbed his hands together, hoping that the next step would be even more chaotic than this party.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter

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De'laire sat enclosed by trees. His body now exhausted from the work of magic he had just done, he sat to rest and regain some energy before the next step in the plan. Hearing now the fruits of his labour coming to life in the forms of shrieks and shattering tea cups he managed to let go of a little grin, before quickly suppressing it. Resting in his hand was the knife that had carved the young girls face, the traces of blood ran down the blade like veins in the skin. Trickling slowly until they hit the tip, then dropped down all the way to the forest floor, never to be seen again as they soaked into the moist earth.

His patience was beginning to wear thin when Phaedra finally appeared into the small opening. The youngest of the dealers she often seemed the most innocent. Not that De'laire thought it was a bad thing. A wonderful trait to have when trying to be devious. An innocent person is more likely to be accepted as trusting and used. An awful mistake for anyone to make with Phaedra. "That was a pretty little show you put on back there, Very interesting." "I am glad you liked it" he replied, "Now wes must move onto the next part of the plan."

In the distance De'Laire heard someone bemoaning his name. Already playing the blame game? he thought to himself. "Thats fine, but what until you see whats next". In the bushes nearby he heard the voice of the ever arrogant Lucien. And he was causing a commotion. "Bloody fool" he muttered, slowly pushing his body up with his hands. De'Laire did not dislike Lucien. He was a powerful dealer, but sometimes his ego got the better of him. Like now.

When he finally arrived in the clearing De'Laire was furious. He waltzed up to Lucien and pushed his face right up to him. "For fuck sakes Lucien what are you doing out there, you're going to get us all caught. Lighting things on fire and messing with a bloody Jabberwocky, using your magic publicly? You better be damn sure it didn't follow us back here and realise what the hell is going on or I swear you will regret it." Finally calming himself De'Laire stood back and took a deep breath. He was tired enough as it is, getting angry would not be helpful in the situation. Raising his arm to his forehead he wiped the sweat from his skin.

"Where the hell is Cordelia anyway?" he blathered. "Probably off wandering around as usual. Whatever, we don't have time for this, find her later". De'laire walked towards the back of the clearing and pulled away the trees revealing another young girl in a similar white dress. She stood silently, the only visible motion was the slow and steady movement of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled the oxygen in the air that sustained her. "We tried to take Wonderland by force before, it failed. It costs us dearly and here we are years later trying again. Except this time we will do things differently. We cut the head off of the snake last time. This time I want the heart. But to get the heart we have to mess with the mind. Wonderland needs a little bit of paranoia before we can introduce the madness. People already believe I .... we are back. Now we have to make them doubt. Question themselves and stutter in their stride. Make them lose whatever confidence they have. It will take time but we will break Wonderland and force them all to kneel and beg for mercy. We will torment them until they can take no more and then deliver the crushing blow. Then, then we shall take Wonderland, when all of it's leaders are destroying themselves from inside out we shall take Wonderland and rule it for ourselves!" De'laire stopped to take a breather, his enthusiasm only clashing with his fatigue. Once he regained his composure he stood up again and grabbed the young girl by the arm.

"I have wiped this girls memory clean. She doesn't know who she is, where she is or what she is doing. It cost a lot of my energy, an awful lot of energy. Phaedra." He turned to her and pushed the girl into her arms. "Use your manipulative ways and craft a new story for this girl. Give her this knife and make her believe that her goal in life is to kill the Prince of Spades and then set her free to find him. Tell her her name is T.D. I want that snooty bitch of hearts but it would be too obvious. The Prince of Spades has no connection to me. They will think that this girl is just a crazed murderer out to kill a royal. The blame will be shifted but the name De'Laire Slayer will rest in the back of minds. The seed will be planted." Wiping the girls memory had taken more effort than intended. Such magic was among the darkest of all the arts. He walked past the two dealers using their shoulders for support. "Don't mess it up, make it work, make her believable. Lucien I need you to observe everything that happens with the rest of the party. Make some friends, put your looks to work. And make sure Cordelia doesn't do anything silly. I'll be back at the lair, I need my energy back before we do anything more."

Slowly De'laire made his way out of the clearing. "Good Luck, all of this will be ours soon. Patience."

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Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin

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Thackery watched on as Hatter ran across to the girl, cutting her down from the tree. And this, Thackery thought, was the reason that Hatter was the leader of their ragtag group, not Thackery or any other member. Hatter was the loudest and most outspoken of them all.

"Listen! Everyone!" Hatter began, "I believe that De'Laire is behind this! I fear that he was the one that gathered all of us here today, to make some sort of statement! But De'Laire is a coward! He has refused to show his face here and has instead mutilated a poor girl!" Hatter looked toward the girl who was now leaned upon the tree. "If you think you're so high and mighty, De'Laire, why not show us your face! Come out and show your 'guests' your face, coward!"

Thackery's eyes widened. De'Laire? He was a story, wasn't he? His ears flattened against the inside of his hat. De'Laire couldn't be real. Thackery took a steadying breath, looking down at the ground. Losing it now wouldn't do, not when there was so many people around, especially De'Laire, assuming he was real. Thackery's eyes shot back up when he smelt an odd smell on the air, like a metallic burning. He saw Hatter on his knees and ran over to his friend, knocking Wendy out of the way, dropping to his knees beside Hatter, "Hatter?" He asked, his voice full of concern. Realising that his friend was just stunned, Thackery looked around for someone who might be responsible for Hatter's current state. He spotted a dark haired man dressed in black who looked very pleased with himself and was currently setting fire to the garden, much to the annoyance of the Jabberwocky present. Thackery would have loved to rip the man's head from his shoulders, but he had more pressing matters to attend to, "Wendy," He called, getting the White Rabbit's attention, "Help me get Hatter safe," He instructed her, hooking Hatter's arm over his shoulder.

As he lifted Hatter from his knees, Thackery looked down at the dead girl. The poor girl deserved better than this, a proper burial with her family in attendance. But Thackery had more pressing matters to deal with and he had no means of finding out who the girl was. Another girl, well woman really, dressed in black, was watching the girl with considerable interest. Thackery watched the woman for a moment, before silently leaving the girl to her care. He made sure Wendy had a hold of Hatter and began walking his friend away from the party.



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Phaedra could barely suppress a smile when De'Laire gave Lucien an earful about setting fire to the garden. While she didn't care much for the garden herself, it was always nice to see Lucien being put in his place. Phaedra's attention was then caught by a girl, similarly dressed to the one De'Laire had just killed, but her face was a different kind of blank. De'Laire pushed the girl towards her, allowing Phaedra a closer look at her face. She was pretty in a very conventional way. The girl was someone you probably wouldn't spot in a crowd.

"Use your manipulative ways and craft a new story for this girl. Give her this knife and make her believe that her goal in life is to kill the Prince of Spades and then set her free to find him. Tell her her name is T.D. I want that snooty bitch of hearts but it would be too obvious. The Prince of Spades has no connection to me. They will think that this girl is just a crazed murderer out to kill a royal. The blame will be shifted but the name De'Laire Slayer will rest in the back of minds. The seed will be planted. Don't mess it up, make it work, make her believable."

Phaedra wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder, taking the knife from De'Laire, sliding it up her sleeve. Phaedra lifted the girl's chin slightly so she could see into her eyes. Phaedra smiled sweetly, "You must be tired after your long journey," the girl looked at her blankly, "There is nothing for you to fear from me, I have no intention of hurting you, T.D was it?" Again the girl looked blankly, "Yes, T.D," Phaedra confirmed for the girl, "Come my dear, you must be thirsty," She said, leading the girl, T.D, into the garden, ignoring the jaberwocky trying to douse Lucien's flames. Phaedra felt T.D resist her, digging her heels into the grass. Phaedra stopped and looked at the girl, "Something wrong my dear?"

T.D looked around the garden, lingering on the flames for a moment longer, before looking back to Phaedra, "What is your name?" T.D asked quietly.

Phaedra nodded. Her memories had been erased but she could still remember speech. Well that was good to know, "Phaedra."

"Well, Miss Phaedra," T.D said ever so politely, "I am very tired and would like to go home."

"Of course my dear, whatever you wish. If you wish to go home then we will go home."

T.D smiled at Phaedra brightly, "Thank you Miss Phaedra," She said as Phaedra escorted to her to the carriage. She looked around in amazement as the carriage began moving by itself, "How is this moving?"

Phaedra leaned forward, "Magic. All my friends can do magic. I'll explain everything to you when you've rested, alright?" T.D nodded her agreement at Phaedra's plan, "There's a good girl."

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Vale, watched as the scene unfolded before him. Something about this whole thing, made his insides tickle with laughter. The panic of the people, a dead body, fire, confusion, just all of it was the cherry on top of a perfect party.

"Haha haha haha haha!!!!!" He held his stomach as he laughed so loud that most of the people quiet down to stare at him. 'Haha! Forgive me for laughing so loudly! Talk about a dead part before, it sure did light up fast! Hahaha!" He breathed in and sighed with a smile on his face.

People looked at him as if he was mad or crazy. Sure maybe he was, but he wouldn't be here if he wasn't. "Do forgive me, once again. Thy name is Vitriol, Valentine Vitriol." He bowed ever so gracefully.

You could hear already that people have heard of him as the Mysterious Shop Keeper. Many have thought him to be fake. But that was surely untrue.

Apart from that he went on with what he had to say. "Wonderland sure has gone down over the years, or so I see. It seems that the new rulers to this place, have nothing to rule over, if the madness has gotten this far out of hand. It's a shame really. I am disappointed." He placed both hands onto his fancy walking stick with his poster perfect and his head facing down as if he was ashamed. "I guarantee that alot of you will most likely die, if not tonight, along down the road. It's best to take care of the problem while it is in hand. And from the looks of it, there is more than just 'De'Laire' behind it all. But before that, maybe none of you should point fingers at who it could be, for all we know. The culprits is the Royals. Or it could just be one big show!" He threw his hand up and started to laugh. "But in all ends seriously, it seems that someone wants the Royal's attention and we all know that everyone hates every last one of you. So it could have been anyone hear." He spoke nothing but the truth, just as how he saw it. "Well, most of everyone. Haha."

Normally he was a very kept cool type of guy, but this was over the top even for him. But he couldn't help it, he was just so entertained that it broke him, turning his laughter into madness. It had made his compused side vanish and there was a slight twist about his eyes. That only those who know him, knows what it means. He was excited to the point that he wanted to be involved of whatever is going on. Even if the was the accused, he wanted to be in. This had interested him and nothing could get him out of it.

"There is but one thing that I know, if you want to know who is behind all of this. We must find the Cheshire Cat. He sees everything. He is the eyes and ears of wonderland. Find him and we get our answers."