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Jack of Hearts

"I am her loyal servant and her most trusted advisor."

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a character in “Wonderland - Battle of the Deck”, originally authored by TinkMumu, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Loyalty isn't a word, it's a lifestyle."

Jack of Hearts
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Image~Gender~
Male

~Age~
24 years old

~Sexuality~
Pansexual

~Species~
Human

~Abilities~
Influence - the ability to influence and advise those he is loyal to and those who trust him.

~Alliance~
The Kingdom of Hearts & Ruby Ophelia Heart

~Status~
Currently single
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"Tell a lie once and all your truths become questionable."

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~Appearance~

Jack stands at five feet and ten inches tall (5'10"). He has striking blue eyes and dark brown hair that reflects different shades of browns in certain lights. Generally he prefers to keep his hair looking wild, giving a slight mysterious and attractive air to him. He has a strong stature, his body toned with muscle but not quite muscular. On whatever he wears, he adorns it with a bright red heart on his chest, showing his complete and utter loyalty to the Kingdom of Hearts. He normally attempts to wear a suit of some sort, so that he appears professional in front of the Kingdom of Hearts. Though when he can, he chooses to dress more casually, feeling more comfortable in less dressy clothes.

Beneath his outwardly strong and bold demeanor, Jack hides the scars of his past. His father, the Knave of Hearts, abused him as a child. Most of his upper body is coated in scars, though his father didn't dare harm his face. The one thing the Knave of Hearts didn't want to inflict upon his child was the same fate he was fixed with, a face that no one could truly love.
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"When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth."

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~Personality~

Beaten by his father for all of his childhood and until his father's death, Jack has a difficult time trusting others. Though he has trouble trusting others, his loyalty to his kingdom and to his princess, Ruby Heart, is unfathomable. He believes that in the end, good will always win over evil. Jack is gentle and kind by nature, but will stop at nothing to protect what he believes in. As the Adviser of Hearts, Jack is extraordinarily influential and persuasive, a gift he would never use for gain. He doesn't use his gift to its full potential when he advises Ruby, as he is truly only there to be her support and her guide when she absolutely needs it. He refuses to let evil influence Ruby, as he is supposed to do. One of his absolute goals is to make sure Ruby doesn't become like her mother and he doesn't become like his father.

~Likes~
Music-Music is in his soul and his heart. Tea Parties-He enjoys tea and they are Ruby's favourite kind of party. Brisk Weather-He enjoys the winter most of all and early mornings of other seasons. Animals-He has a soft spot for them. Red and Gold-The colours of the Kingdom of Hearts and the colours Ruby favours to adorn herself with. Roses-They are romantic and are also the flower of the Kingdom of Hearts. Dancing-Though he isn't nearly as good as Ruby, he still enjoys the feeling of freedom it gives him.

~Dislikes~
Darkness-It always made him feel lonely and frightened as a child. Sharp Items-Abuse from his father has left him anxious when it comes to sharp things. Disloyalty and Dishonesty-He cannot stand when someone lies or betrays someone else.
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"Blood makes you related, but Loyalty makes you family."

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~History~
Born to his father, the Knave of Hearts, Jack grew up without a mother and practically grew up without a father. His father was cruel, as was the Queen, Iracebeth. His father not only abused him, but also assisted the Queen of Hearts in abusing her daughter, a beautiful young girl whose mother wished her dead for not being a hideous creature. As a child, Jack had always wished that he could protect Ruby and make the Queen and his father only hurt him and not the defenseless little girl. Though he couldn't stop them from abusing Ruby, Jack had always admired her for her outward strength. She may not have realized or known her strength at the time, but he saw it in her.

When the Queen of Hearts was finally disposed of, Jack took it upon himself to make sure that his father was disposed of as well. Jack waited until his father was asleep, and he crept into his room and slit his throat, watching his own father choke as he died. Though it was hard for Jack to live with himself after what he'd done, he knew that it was for the best and that not only was he protecting himself but Ruby as well. He finally felt like part of the reason that Ruby was now safe.

When Jack became the Adviser to Ruby Heart, he was elated. He vowed to her that his loyalty and his honesty and even his heart were hers. He promised to guide her in times of need and to protect her if it was ever necessary. He was finally by Ruby's side, able to be what he had always wanted to be for her. Her protector and her aid.

So begins...

Jack of Hearts's Story

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Characters Present

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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Characters Present

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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Characters Present

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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Characters Present

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.

The setting changes from wonderland to Center of Wonderland

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin Character Portrait: Evangeline Pip

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chapter i - treacherous rendezvous
center of wonderland


He found the center of Wonderland in a myriad of colors, flora blossomed in their sweetness and extending gangly vine arms, twisting, coiling around columns of refined marble, their leaves the most vibrant greens and toxic berries redder than the life blood pushing through needle veins. Princes and Princesses in the center of it all, the beating heart of Wonderland, and his eyes flickered, scoured the crowed tessellated in lurid colors, to the soldiers of chess and hatters swilling on honeyed teas, woman of leather textile wings and rabbit ears twitching at the murmur of hollow wind chimes. How very alive were they; guests of supple skin caressed by starshine, glistened by their vigor and mirth that composed the ambiance, and thus the occasion was a jovial one of peace, their minds bleached and liberated from paranoia that plagued common-folk and highborns alike.

He'd laugh too, the threads of his vocal cords melted and initiating their own tiny spasms at jokes told, the antics of jesters and a four handed woman who juggled apples, oranges, and a porcelain doll head skewed by the craftsman's penchant against the previous Bloody (Red) Queen. Charming creatures hailing from the West to the East, those that burrowed emerging from tunnels and washing grime from hair thinner than sheer fabric as avian singers perched on crystallized wires, and his lips remained upturned, pulled into cheeks pigmented a diluted moonstone, his pale skin mimicking the living, mouth grinning, talking, eyes reflecting streams of illumination that had been filtered through ice statues and the prisms of their angles. They existed marvelously, and his pupils oscillated between those imbibing on saccharine rose wines and the wallflowers murmuring gossip disguised as poetry into the ears of anyone that would sacrifice to them time.

However, it was the dead who possessed eternity in their caskets, be them made of wood, ivory, water, the living were predestined to wither with the years and decompose once their tenuous hearts ceased beating. A celebration of ephemeral characters simply could not transcend the boundaries of clocks, and ruled were they by mechanical ticking, waiting for the bells to ring and for the flesh to rot. Hymns of everlasting bliss were plucked from harps sealed in liquid gold, lemon cakes were served with miniature cherry blossoms resting upon the sugar dusted surfaces and his fingers turned, delicate motions twirling his parasol of teardrop lace and the snowflake's fractal elegance. He strapped not a rapier to his side because he was no fool, understood the meaning of being openly armed at a place purged of violence, and yes, he was certainly not a fool, no one would see the blade concealed within the handle of his parasol.

Memories of nothing, their minds were fated to drown in silence whilst he collected photographs which would never fade. Noir cravat tight around his throat and dress shirt he chuckled at a fable told by a stilt walker, a tale of witches that cursed pretty maidens to a life as insipid as their thoughts - and that's how butterflies came to be, he explained in a voice weaved with old, false magic. The man gifted the Prince a monarch enclosed in a jar and her wings fluttered alongside glass dented and molded into pellucid roses, and the mannerisms of these people were queer but endearing. He almost regretted not visiting these lands sooner, and Prudence's eyes waned into crescents, humor discovered in the notches of the celebration, enemies parodying friendship and admirers finding themselves bold in the afternoon's zeal. The beauty sustained here was divine, but the warmth in the heart of Wonderland was an unsavory antagonist, not quite a foe because with a breeze gentle and bounteous any fear for his wellbeing disappearing in languid whispers of wind.

Underneath the shade he stayed, donning the glacier glory of The North in attire white and silver, silk gloves devoid of color sheathing his hands and therefore when holding the winged insect’s transparent prison hoarfrost did not creep along the surface and only mere condensation spread, moisture congregating across the contours traced by skeletal thumbs. “Such a curious, feeble creature - why must you endure peril? How can torment be disregarded by any ignorance, or does purity make you naïve, little one?” He questions the limited sentience in hushed words, brothers to snowfall which made no noise in the night. The syllables born from his larynx were synonymous with instruments for dainty hands, a quiet aria striving for no vengeance and his voice is as ceramic and deceptive as the cold always has been.

“Perhaps you will live longer in Evangeline’s hands.” The woman’s presence was momentarily absent, removed from his line of vision when whisked away by all that he had not seen before, never had ventured beyond the North, but as small as she was he’d find her again, preferably sooner than later, lest the butterfly freeze and die like mortals so easily do. Still, he mused the possibility all the same, shards of light swallowed by his irises blacker than licorice, thanking the stranger who so kindly recognized the Prince of Diamonds, as very few could.

His palm cradled the container against his chest, attention wandering from the departing storyteller to the procession of attendees arriving in pairs and groups, very few alone as they entered the garden and even less isolated in a space where merriment sparked a labyrinth of infectious joy throughout the air they breathed. Lightning storms in his lungs his grasp on the parasol relaxed, became tenacious again, and he had traveled from a palace of winter not for frivolous socialization but rather - and his pupils twitched, jerking to a woman with a child’s marble eyes (hair red like candied apples) to her companion in the nimious waltz, and vision shifted again to a man with dragons tied into his long locks of dusk indulging in what was presumably tea - well, the corners of his lips quirked, thoughts severed, rearranging.

Prudentius meandered, his legs taking leisurely strides, walking through the crowd in an endeavor of abandonment, wind jostling the tails of his formal uniform, raiment tailored to the traditional style of the Diamond’s Kingdom imperial era. Folded collars, cuffs, fastened buttons of gray spinel and silver thread embroidered into images of Northern stags, his white trousers were much less elaborate, leather boots hardly denting the grass, which was astonishingly resilient, nothing at all like the snow. “In this age a Jabberwock is branded a marvel, my lady.” He reflects in the same tender tone, emerging from the warren of guests and their wispy faces of diaphanous paint, offering a smile to the woman of dark hair and grim visage, then to the albino hare quietly ingesting tea, nodding to her with a sign of respect.

“Notwithstanding the balance,and incongruous to our surroundings, I did see this young Jabberwock depart from company, drawn in by the carousal's rear end.” Lips curled, benevolence masked a story of musing. An individual's network of senses was their greatest asset when conjoined to neuro-pulsations, and he spoke of the woman caught in his gem of eyes, ensnared by observance, just as presently his attention drifted from the hybrid to who so curiously sought out a creature made sparse in Wonderland, so scarce that if incorrect of theory then the reality would be paradoxical. After all, legends and stories do spread as wildfire. “Would I be mistaken to think you are Princess Clubs?” Prudence asked, suspicion strong yet spoken tentatively, head tilting but centimeters to the left and the parasol spun, the butterfly fluttered her wings, and people sang their lighthearted songs all around them, dancing without a single nightmare within their empty skulls.

The setting changes from center-of-wonderland to Wonderland

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Valentine Vitriol Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin Character Portrait: Evangeline Pip

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=flashback=
"How cruel of you Vitriol. coming and going just as you please. Why can't you just stick to one spot? It'll make things so much easier on the rest of us." A woman with a huge sun hat on and a victorian blue dressed covered in white ribbon, had walked in placing her items onto Valentine's counter.

His serene self put her things into a nicely gifted box. Tying it with ribbon he chuckled softly at her choosing of desire of words. it flowed freely out of her mouth, you could tell she was both angered and unsatisfied.

"As I say to all of my customers, my dear lady. 'If you find this place it is meant to be.' It means that whatever it is you desire or wish to trade is true enough, you will luck out and seek what you need. But if your desires are falls and your trades are not true enough, you will fail in seeking this place." His smile was light as he handed her the box while she traded it for a silver charm made of pure silver that was in shape of a locket.

"Well, whatever. Oh and one more thing. There is a party going on. It's location is in the Center Gardens of Wonderland at 3pm." With that she left. All that was left was the sounds of her shoes walking down the graveled walkway and into her carriage.

Once she was in the clear, he let out a short huff of a sigh. Closing his eyes as he locked away the charm that he made the trade for. Out of no where the air about him started to shift, he could feel the strong powers of magic floating about the room. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked over to the side.

"You can't do it Cat, stop trying. Can't you use the door just like everyone else that comes for a visit?' He smirked turning around, leaning himself against the shelf behind the counter, to see his unwelcomed guest.

"Heh heh heh, someone as mad as myself, can not become like everyone else." Slowly the Cheshire Cat made himself known in the room. First his eyes and smile had shown, than his head and slowly his body. He chose to come in cat form today.

"Yes yes, you are mad, but use the door." Turning around he took off his gloves and switched the open sign to closed.

"Going to the party I see. This should be one night that everyone will always remember, unless they are mad, in which every night is worth remembering." The Cheshire hissed his chuckles. The pun was intended to make one laugh, but not to Vale.

"Maybe you should go, cat." Walking up to his room he got a change of clothes suited for the Party. It was a simple outfit with a few ruffles here and there.

"Don't worry, I am there even when I am not. I wont miss a thing." Vanishing he left behind the echos of his hissing chuckling.
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There he stood near the entrance of this mysterious party. Who could have started something such as this and not explain why? But who wasn't the biggest problem that stood about, the more of the question, was why, why invite all of these people? there was bound to be no good about. He shook his head as he thought.

His thinking was cut short, a familiar smell to him came about to him, once a lady had passed by leaving the party before anything was to happen. She had probably just got there and already drunk off of tea. "Shameful thing" He chuckled to himself. "Now now, what is my precious master doing here, I wonder? Was all the royals invited? This makes things all the more interesting..."

Now having a spark of interest in his eyes he slowly made his way into the garden, enjoying each step as he got in, taking his time to look about the area. It was fairly decorated, it had teas and foods of all sorts, something for everyones liking. Many people were dressed up, but one could tell no one knew what to dress up for, they just wore their best outfits. The sounds of whispers and loud talking flooded the Center Garden of Wonderland. It was bigger than it had looked and everyone here made it seem even bigger.

As he looked around his eyes noticed a few familiar people. The royals of course, but one in particular caught his eyes. Diamond, his old master for now and ever. The one he would always be faithful to. Politely he kept his distance, he was in a conversation. "It would be rude if I shown my face now." He thought as he walked over to the shadows, keeping an eye on the party. If anything was to happen, he kept the Prince in his view.

"Vitriol, I see that you did take my invite, I am glad." The woman from before smiled walking up to him, offering her hand in his direction.

With a gentle nod to his head he bent down and kissed the knuckle of her hand. "Of course, my lady, after all you did take the time to seek me out. I should at least, pleasure you with this." His smirk like smile made her blush instantly, even her eyes seemed a little surprised.

Clearing her voice he yanked back her hand and started to fan herself with her hand fan that was designed out of peacock feathers. It matched well with her blue and green gown, but for the occasion it was a bit too much.

"my lady, do you know whom and what this party is about?" Placing his hand on his walking stick he glanced around them at the sea of people.

"Uhm, I wouldn't know, I didn't think much of it. Someone by the initials of T.D sent out the letters to everyone here." His question did not faze her time of fun. She had waved him off as she walked over to her crowd of friends, leaving him in his thoughts.

"T.D, huh...?" He question the situation even greater than before. Only this time he slowly looked over each person, not trying to miss even one of them. Maybe there was a thing or two out of place and a few people to question, but in order to know what is going on, one must stay to find out. So that is what he did.

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Ruby glanced around the party, watching everyone arriving one by one. She saw the other three royals take their places, their share of oggling coming from the bystanders and other civilians whose names she had heard before. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw the White Rabbit coming trotting in, her hands desperately and suddenly wanting to touch her pretty clothes. Ruby then continued to suck on her lollipop, the red heart still delivering tangy waves onto her little tongue as her eyes popped when she saw Jack standing next to her, offering his hand as he politely and sweetly asked her to dance. He was so mannerly with his proper bow and honey sweet words, her eyes perking up as she quickly took one hard crunch and completely shattered the heart inside her mouth, chewing rather obnoxiously before she grinned and grabbed one of his hands excitedly and attempted to pulled him onto the dance floor with a playful jerk.

"You're the only one who would ask me to dance, Jack." She said, giggling childishly as her red hair bounced with her strides. She felt eyes trained on them, but she was ignorant of judgment, one hand going up on his shoulder and the other hand gingerly but firmly taking his other hand. "People say I'm too childish to dance, but I think their wrong." She grinned and let him lead as they started to dance, her smile bright and her face innocent as her heels clicked around on the small dance square, her dress twirling about and limber body moving gracefully but at the same time, excitedly. She adored dancing, and with the loyal and unwavering Jack of Hearts as her partner, she felt like a queen.

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Ruby didn't even have time to react when she heard blood curdling screams coming from nearby, Jack's initial reaction to grab her and hold her close as he inspected the area with her tucked at his side. She then heard Jack's voice as he tucked her face into his shoulder, her eyes staring into his shoulder as she breathed in his scent, which made her feel a little safe even though the hairs on her neck started to raise on her neck. But of course with her childish nature, she slowly peeked out from his shoulder, her eyes going wide as she watched the girl hanging from her tree and her dress covered in red... just like her dress. She slowly looked down at her own dress and back up, no screams coming from her lips as she slowly pulled away from Jack and walked closer with a skeptic disposition. She felt a sense of shock coming over her from the sight.

The cuts on the girl's face reminded her of her own scars on her back, and this girl must have suffered much before she died. She twitched with anger, her head inclined as she then took an inhale and smelled the metallic blood coming from the cuts and instantly back tracked again into Jack's arms once more. "I thought the center gardens were supposed to be safe.." She whispered up into his ear, her lips almost touching his skin as her hands trembled lightly on his chest. "Jack, you don't think she's... back do you?" She was referring to her own mother, paranoia gripping her hard.

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Wendy was suddenly knocked aside by Thackery, and she huffed before realizing that Hatter was on the ground. She'd been in a state of shock until Thackery bumped her, so she hadn't noticed everything that'd happened.

"Wendy. Help me get Hatter safe." Thackery said, as he began to lift Hatter.

Wendy stooped down and put Hatter's other arm over her shoulder, helping Thackery lift him. "Wh-Where are we going to take him, Thackery? Where can we go that we know is absolutely safe??" Wendy was trembling slightly, small tears welling up in her bicoloured eyes. She sniffled softly, trying to think. "W-We could take him to my house. It should be safe there. I sure hope it is...." Wendy looked down at the ground, feeling unsure of everything.




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The next thing Hatter knew, he was limp on the ground, brought to his knees by what felt like an electric shock. What? What just shocked me.... Hatter wondered, his mind somewhat groggy and body unable to move. Then he was being picked up by Thackery and Wendy, and Wendy suggested they go to her house, where it should be safe. "Del.... Delalel...." Hatter attempted to speak, but his speech was impaired by the shock. Tears formed in Hatter's eyes and a few of them rolled down his cheeks. Why would someone do this? What's the point? What's the gain? Hatter pondered, a few more tears falling down his numb cheeks.

"Tha..tha-thack...." Hatter said, once again attempting to say something but still unable. Thackery! I know De'Laire is behind this.. He has to be. There's no other explanation. Hatter wanted to scream. He slumped his head as Thackery and Wendy supported his limp body, wondering how it was that no one could see it but him. Am I madder than they say....? he thought to himself, wondering if he was the maddest of them all.





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Jack looked down at Ruby. "Jack, you don't think she's... back do you?" she said, her hands trembling against his chest. He held her head to his shoulder gently yet firmly. "No, she's not back," Jack told Ruby, but he didn't know for sure what was going on. Hatter was raving that De'Laire was behind this, but could he be? Jack put his free arm around Ruby's waist, pulling her closer. Then, Hatter was on his knees and Jack could smell smoke. "Ruby, we have to leave, okay?" he said, gripping her shoulders in his hands, putting his face close to hers. "Do you understand me? Ruby, we have to leave now." He grabbed her small hand tightly and began to lead her toward where they came in. I have to find the carriage. I have to get Ruby to safety. he thought to himself, practically dragging the paranoia-stricken Ruby behind him.

When they finally got to the carriage, he quickly opened the door and lifted Ruby inside, not waiting for her to get in on her own. He climbed in behind her and shut the door. "Take us to the Kingdom of Hearts. Now!" he told the driver, his voice sounding somewhat frantic. Jack had been shaken up by what'd happened, but he knew he had to stay strong. For her. For Ruby.

He looked at Ruby and squeezed her hand. "Ruby. I don't believe that she's back. Even if she is, I won't let anyone ever hurt you again." A small smile formed on his lips but he quickly rid of it, knowing that this wasn't a time to be smiling. All of Wonderland must be in a panic by now.... he thought, hoping that no one else would have to die in order for this madness to come to an end.

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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."

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Ruby's jaw dropped at the purple surge that blasted into the sky, rain instantly drenching her skin as Jack pulled her in a hurry towards their carriage, swerving around the panicking horde of citizens and creatures while mass chaos completely flooded the gardens. It had gone from perfect to disaster in only a matter of minutes, and she could feel the adrenaline pumping harshly through her veins as Jack continued to drag her away with his hand clutching her's almost painfully.

With ease, he picked her up and pushed her into the carriage, her wet clothes sopping slightly on the leather seats as she struggled to ring out her damp hair and kick off her slippery shoes. As the carriage lurched from Jack's command, she raised an eyebrow at him, impressed at his sudden act to take charge... the way he handled things. It was daring, and she admired it greatly as she sighed and leaned her head back. "Jack, I thought Wonderland used to be pure and wonderful. Why did it have to go and change so much? With all this evil and terror sweeping across it, everyone wanting power? Being friends would be so much better." She sighed with irritation and contempt, pushing her chin into her hand as she propped her elbow up onto the window sill and stared out the glass, watching the dark clouded gardens fade away in the distance.

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"Jack, I thought Wonderland used to be pure and wonderful. Why did it have to go and change so much? With all this evil and terror sweeping across it, everyone wanting power? Being friends would be so much better." Ruby sighed, propping her elbow on the window sill, chin resting in her hand, eyes staring out of the glass. Jack stared at her, her naivety and childishness admirable, though he felt sorry that she couldn't see that "being friends" with people who were evil wouldn't be an option. He sighed, looking down at his legs. He looked to Ruby again and put his hand on hers. "I know, Ruby," he said, even though he wished Wonderland was truly wonderful again. "The Wonder has been sucked out of Wonderland by greed and the hunger for power...." Jack's eyes shifted, focusing on the panel in front of them that separated them from the driver.

He rubbed Ruby's hand with his thumb, trying to comfort her in some way. When they arrived at the Kingdom of Hearts, Jack helped Ruby out of the carriage and led her inside. They were both sopping wet. "Let's change out of these drenched clothes, Ruby." He smiled at her, allowing a hand maiden to escort Ruby to her room to change. Jack went to his own room to change, wishing that things in Wonderland weren't how they currently were.




☠Lucien Agares☠
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Lucien felt a cold, boney hand smack him upside the head. "You idiot, look what you did." She gestured to the Jabberwocky sitting on her knees, the sky pouring down rain and drenching the fires that were supposed to be part of the chaos. "You just made yourself look like a complete fool, Lucien. Even you should remember the last Jabberwocky." Lucien's eyes narrowed at Cordelia.

"Regardless, we've struck fear into the heart of Wonderland. The Hatter made sure to let everyone know that De'Laire is behind this, whether or not the people believe the Mad One." He paused. "But now the notion that De'Laire is ready to take Wonderland for his own is ingrained in everyone's minds. Whether it is in the front or back of their minds, it is there. For all we know, the people of Wonderland will create chaos amongst themselves because of that little notion...." Lucien's lips curled into a wicked smile. Just sit back and wait....and the world will burn before us.. Lucien chuckled a bit.