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Twisted (Alice In Wonderland RP)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Thu Mar 15, 2007 3:54 pm

Alice, Alice, chased by malice,
She runs and runs away.
Who will save our heroine?
And help her save the day?

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March peered through the trees, clasping his hands nervously together.
Where was Hatter? He had gone ahead to scout and it had been an hour!
And plus... It was almost tea time!
Hatter never missed tea time, 'cause he had the golden watch!
March paced frantically, transferring his cleaver from left hand to right, than back again.
And Lord Jabberwocky would be so angry if they let the little Alice girl escape again!
And it was all Hatter's fault if they got drawn and quarterered or beheaded or hanged or whatnot!
March sank down, shivering as his eyes searched for his comrade assassin. Muttering, he began to rasp to himself, "
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder where you at. Up above the-"
He leapt up, cursing.
No! No poems! No songs! No nothing!
He wanted to have his tea and to be able to be rest assured that Jabberwock wouldn't kill him! He didn't want any sing-song lyrics prancing through his head!
Stalking forward, he snarled.
Darn that Hatter!
Where was he?
The trees stepped down to the next step of silence as he passed, twirling his cleaver with expert hands.
This was one of the new King's assassins, the partner of the one that had passed before.
A row of daffodils struck up a low conversation, commenting on the March Hare's sullen appearance.
Long gray ears laid back in an agressive and annoyed manner, March could easily be a changed-for-the-worse character in any story. A dark helmet with no eye holes covered his upper head, and a metal visor with cut teeth sneered out underneath it. A breastplate emblazoned with the Diamond House crest decked his chest, and a series of white cloths wrapped around the rest of his abdomen. He wore an armored skirt with knee-high metal boots underneath, contrasting sharply with the chain-mail leggings. Short white sleeves of linen spanned down the Hare's arms till the elbow, than cut off the reveal gray fur for about five inches before a metal glove covered the rest of the hand.
The cleaver itself in his hand was a smooth square of sharpened metal, shined to a mirror brightness that denied the fact that there had been blood on it before.
Oh! But there had!
March was livid. As he passed, he kicked out at a crowd of dandelions, who screamed as some of their number was killed, and most of their hats and decorations blown away like a small cloud of puffballs.
"OH! YOU WICKED THING!"
March paused and glared back and down upon the quivering flowers. Sneering, he spat down on them and continued.
If they'd been something of flesh and blood, he might have stopped and finished it off properly, but he wasn't a gardener!
He had no time to eradicate these... these... plants.
He had to find Hatter anyways!

OOC: Anyone may join anytime. The only thing I ask is that some type of action happens in your post. Your post could be:

"March was bored. He said, "Hi.""

That has action, albeit a very little. But it's still acceptable. I would prefer at least a paragraph, but it is not mandatory.
One more thing, there will be no vampires or werewolves or angels or demon in this roleplay! This is based on Alice in Wonderland and not fantastic monster! If you have a question, PM me.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Thu Mar 15, 2007 4:50 pm

Bio
Nickname:Slayer
Weapon:3 sided axe shaped like the club on cards
Eyes:Black
Race:wolf
Age:5=30
height:7'
weight:150 lbs'
hair color:dark grey with white face
Armor:Helmet with a cut in the form of the sign of clubs, revealing the eyes and snout. Breastplate with an obsidian club in the middle Chainmail leggings and black metal gauntlets.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:42 pm

ooc: Hello again!
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IC:

March sped through the trees, peering left in right with growing anxiety.
A muffled curse sprouted from his lips like a black-thorned rose of hate, "Curse it, Hatter! Where are you?"
No answer from the reassuring voice of the Hatter.
Instead, he heard a bush tremble to the right of him.
March snapped towards the bush, furious. A creature maybe? Another one of those darn flower pinpricks?
Tossing his cleaver up and down, he gnashed his metal teeth together, rasping angrily, "Come out here! Show yourself!"
No movement.
Hissing, March chucked the cleaver into the plant, and heard a yelp of dismay and pain before there was a small crash. He ran over and, pushing the leaves aside, saw a small Dormouse.
Sneering, March tugged the cleaver out of the small cat-size corpse and licked the blood off the metal.
The warm crimson liquid soothed him...
And reminded him once more that Hatter was missing tea time!
He grabbed the corpse and quickly cut a small, still paw off for a snack while he was searching. Spinning round once he had his prize, he nibbled at it in agitation.
Right or left?
Left or right?
Was there even anyone in these darn woods?
He peered up, almost hoping to see the Cheshire. At least he'd be able to get at one of his targets.
He ran through the file in his mind.
Jabberwock wanted Alice captured and had said that he and Hatter could have the White Rabbit and his comrades for their tea time...
Moaning enviously, March realized he had finished the paw off. It'd been such a long time since he had eaten one of his cousins, the Rabbits.
And how sweet they were too!
What a waste...
He turned back and ripped the other hand from the body.
Glancing around, he sniffed.
Hatter wouldn't mind if he had an early snack without him, would he?
Sitting down, he crossed his legs and pondered this as he chowed down on the new morsel of flesh.
How long had it been since they started this crazy search for the Alice girl?
Two days?
That was it!
Quivering with anger, March spat out a carpal (a bone in your hands). No tea party for two days? Outrageous!
He wanted his tea, and that was that.
Growling, the Hare decided to eat the rest of the small handless corpse nearby, since there was nothing else better to do than to wait and wait and wait for Hatter to come trundling back, the slowpoke moron...
He sliced a leg for himself and bit moodily into it.
Darn Hatter...
Darn Jabberwock and Alice and White Rabbit too...
He wanted his tea...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:07 pm

OOC: Do I need to make one of these?
Name: March Hasen
Nickname: The March Hare, The King's Rabbit
Weapon: Cleaver(s)
Eyes:Colorless under the mask
Race: Hare
Age:21
height: 6'5"
weight:95 lbs.
hair color: light gray fur
Description:
Long gray ears laid back in an agressive and annoyed manner, March can easily be a changed-for-the-worse character in any story. A dark helmet with no eye holes covers his upper head, and a metal visor with cut teeth sneers out underneath it. A breastplate emblazoned with the Diamond House crest decks his chest, and a series of white cloths wrapps around the rest of his abdomen. He wears an armored skirt with knee-high metal boots underneath, which contrasts sharply with the chain-mail leggings. Short white sleeves of linen span down the Hare's arms till the elbow, than cut off the reveal gray fur for about five inches before a metal glove covers the rest of the hand.
The cleaver itself in his hand is a smooth square of sharpened metal, shined to a mirror brightness that denied the fact that there has been blood on it before.

Bio:
Before Jabberwock took over the Kingdom of Wonderland, you could always find March at the same place at any time during the day:
The Tea Party.
But Jabberwock heard of the Hatter's and March's blatant disregard to his new rules, and, furious, ordered them captured and tortured.
Jabberwock couldn't help but notice their steadfastness in the face of adversity and their prowness at adapting.
After six months of inhumane treatment and exposure to surly hate, grief, and blood lust, the two were offered a choice.
To be killed,
Or
To become the King's assassins.
They chose the latter.
The Jabberwock trained them himself, forcing the bud of hope and joy to die out and replacing it with his own agenda of hate and blood.
Than, after a year of training, he sent the two haggards back to their tea party, which had fallen in dark disrepair.
Once there, March and Hatter began the practice of devouring any passerby or visitor, venting their rage and despair through countless victims to their knives and endless hunger.
The Dormouse that lived with them escaped before they could find him in the large tea pot. But he stayed long enough to remember their first dinner victim:
(To his wife and with an accent)

"They's were all lickerd up, marm, when a card boy came trotting in from the trees. And then, these two, were looking at him all happer-like, as if they ne'r seen a happer bloke in their time. They invited him to sit down and the boy took the big old pink one you sits in each time. Remember, Gloria?
Wells, anyways, theys sitting all quiet like, and then March, he starts the whole thing up. 'So, boy.' he says. 'You likes tea?'
Boy comes up with a 'Yes, sirs. I like tea. But it's been outlerred, sirs.'
Well, was that a slap to those cavorters faces. Looked like they'd been forced to listen to all the Mock Turtle jabber. So then, they all quiet-like agern and muttering to the other one and then March says agern, 'Tea? Outlerred?'
'Yes, sirs.'
Did that get them off awful maddly! They repped up and March cut the per kid's head off! WHAP! Blood squerting all over the table, and Hatter and March just there laughing the'r heads off like crazy persens. Then March goes over and takes the blinkin' boy's head and takes an old bite out of it. 'If we can't have tea, we having blood.' He says.
Can yous believe it! They'd be dining on blood, ner! And ner it's ne'r safe to goes there again! And they eats the people the Jabber sends out to give them messegers too! WHAP! Off with his head! Must have liked the old queen, those blokes, may the Lord kill ther souls..."


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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Fri Mar 16, 2007 2:09 am

[trust me if you were in my mind you would think I was spychotic]

[align=right]Bodies lay around the wolves feet, his snout dripping with blood, blood splattered across the dungeon's walls,ceiling,and floor. Outside you could see the moon shining through the barred window. The feast had filled the wolf but did not satisfy him. Several tried to fight him and managed to scratch his snout a bit but they were not worthy to even die by his axe. Prisoners from the red kingdoms, the black kingdoms barley tolerated each other and the only thing that allied them, was their hate for the red kingdoms. News had come about the red kingdoms' assasins after the wolf exited the torture chamber, covered in blood every other 5 inches. Blood dripped from his claws, a mixture of his and theirs, about 8 cards were slain, their weakess only matched by their stupidity. They had their heads in the clouds with the idea of being able to just walk into the King of Clubs' castle and just killing him. They didn't make it the first mile before half of their team was slain by Club Cards and Club Guards, 8 more died on the journey to the torture chambers, another 2 died before they got into the torture chambers. Slayer looked at 2 cards guarding the only enterance,Just the sight of them made him ssick to his stomach, and just looking at Slayer made their clubs pound and their bodies shake like leaves on a tree. "R-r-r-re-ports of a-a--" What is it!? If your going to say something make it quick!!" slayer growled at them "Reports of a man from the Heartlands sir!" The card said as he kept himself still "He calls himself Hatter." Where is he?!" "5th Chambers." The card said as it kept itself from retching and vomiting in front of Slayer. Slayer headed out and over to the fifth torture chambers, the card fell to the cold obsidian floor and vomited in a corner. Slayer arrived at the 5th chambers and looked at the man from the heartlands "Do you like pain and blood?" Slayer snarled as he looked over the man, he always said this before he killed a target.[/align]

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Mon Mar 26, 2007 1:32 pm

00c: Sorry. Been at my trial.
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March glared at a flower, moodily, terribly wanting to get somewhere in this search.
Where - was - the - darn - Hatter?
Grimacing, he hacked up a bone that had been bothering him for the past mile, and glanced about, noting footprints on the ground, little flecks of metal from armor...
Hatter had been here.
He narrowed his eyes, also seeing a sign of a club etched into the tree.
Ah... so they had wandered into Slayer's territory...
That might explain a bit...
Wheeling about on the ball of his foot, he started stalking towards the Castle of Clubs, or at least where he thought it was.
It had to be around here somewhere, right?
He had but taken a few steps when he paused, his ears quivering as they noticed a sound.
A heartbeat.
Over.... there.
He glared over, seeing no one, and barked, "Come out!"
Nothing.
Drawing his cleavers, the psychotice bunny snarled.
Oh well! Might as well have another bit of a snack afore-
An arrow whistled out and glanced off March's breastplate, sending him leaping back in surprise and frustration.
Arrows?
That wasn't good.
Turning, he leapt high and swung himself up onto a branch, intent on putting distance and height between the - person? people? Whatever. Most likely cards of clubs... - in the undergrowth.
Quickly, he prowled down the branch and reached for another to pull himself up.

"You! Come down!" A small club card raised a bow as he stood from the brush, notching an arrow.

March spat and lunged forward as the arrow rocketed skyward. It dug itself deep into the branch besides him. Forked tongue flicking out in annoyance, he quickly slipped away into the foliage.
A few minutes later, when March was sure he had lost the card soldier, he slowed to a walking pace up on his branches.
He smirked as he looked up at the blue sky, wondering how Jabberwock could ruin that.
He'd find a way... Oh, yes... he'd find a way...
Climbing up till he could peek over the leaves of the greenery, he rounded his head till he sighted a spire from the castle.
There it was.
A bird flew past, and March stared up at it's bright blue wings as it chased the wind above him. His mouth watered from underneath his visor and March slid down to another branch, anxious to find at least one bird before he went trotting off to find ole Hatter bugger.
Besides, could one bird make a difference?
March sighted one, a few branches down, preening itself with pride. A red songbird...
Creeping along his branch, March positioned himself to pounce on the animal.
He wouldn't need his cleavers, not with something this small...
He pounced, successfully plucking the bird from its perch, and, as he held it aloft, March broke its wings, just to be sure it couldn't escape.
As if there were any hope for it now.
Cramming it into his mouth, March swallowed the poor bird whole, satisfied as he felt the small ball of feathers fidget as it slid down his gullet and into his stomach.
Yummy.
Now... to the castle.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:41 pm

Before Slat=yer opened the cage he smelled something. A familiar smell he had smelt before, a smell that brought excitment and the hope of a challenge, he just couldn't out a claw on the smell. He sat and he pondered as he thought of this. He thought for a minute plus a beat or two and came across the final answer. His old enemy March "that bunny!" He growled under his breath as he left the cage and the cards. He walked up the stairs quite hastily hoping March had made it this far. When he arose to normal grown a frown sat itself upon his face as he searched the castle grounds for the rabbit. He knew he had to be here, because this was his terratory, this was his fortress of hate and darkness. And only that Rabbit with that smell would dare come close to his land. He looked down the stairs and shifted through smells, upon "Hatters" clothing was the same smell. He couldn't trust this man to be a worthy hostage, and he couldn't trust March to care less. He looked up at the clock and back to his land, he knew that "Teatime," Was supposed to be had. He lurched forward and headed for the woods, hoping to see his old 'pal' sitting in the very same woods.

(Kinda like a poem:)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Mon Mar 26, 2007 6:39 pm

March crouched in the shadows under a gargoyle on the castle's battlement. Underneath him was a dead card of clubs, head seperated in beastly atrocity.
His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the courtyard under him, noting the position's of the guards, about ten of them, and the doors, huge metal and wood contraptions that contrasted sharply to the lacy ones in the Heartlands.
Licking his metal teeth, March sniffed the hair, the fur under his armor raising in alertness.
That cursed wolf, Slayer, was near.
He was sure of that.
Prowling forward, he crept along the roof like a dark cat of prey, seeking an easier way to enter this castle of shadows and blood and fear.
His searching eyes found an open window door, leading out to a stone balcony decorated with rocky vases and red roses.
Smiling, he leapt up and slid onto the balcony, gazing into the room silently.
There was a boy at the opposite end of the room, preening himself proudly in front of the mirror. Black hair cascaded down his neck from a small circlet of gold that pronounced him royalty. Fair skin played games with the darkness around him.
March crept forward, painfully aware of the mirror and its reflection, but he had to get into the halls and find his comrade!
And stay away from that beast named Slayer if he didn't want to fight a good fight.

The boy noticed him in the mirror and whirled around, green eyes flashing, "Who are you? What are you-"

March lunged forward, snarling, and dragged the boy to the floor where he sat on him as he kept him quiet. He struggled, but March's fingers digging into his neck told him to stay still or die.
Growling, March spat, "Hello, prince. Do you know where my partner is?"

Voice trembling, the Jack of clubs narrowed his eyes as he muttered, "No, I don't. But I'll have your head for this!"

"Where would I be before that happened?" March knew they probably had some sort of holding cells here.

"What?"

March repeated his question.

"You'd be in the holding cells down three floors."

Smiling grimly, March let his forked tongue hiss out, watching the Jack's eyes grow wide in fear and disbelief. He would enjoy eating this insolent brat, but he had limited time.
Settling on the fact that the boy must die, however, March snapped his neck with a quick twist and let the boy's body slump under him.
He stumbled up. Crossing to the door, he silently listened for anything out in the halls.
But the incessant tick, tick, tick of a clock annoyed him to bits.
Scowling, he turned and glared at the grandfather clock, noticing the time.
Immediately, the desire for tea came back in a flash.
But he needed Hatter to have a real tea party.
What good was a tea party with only one person?
He frowned, determined more than ever, and ran into the Black Club Fortress's halls.
The smell of Slayer invaded his nostrils, but March snorted it out.
He would hear that darn wolf before smelling him at this rate.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Mon Mar 26, 2007 7:20 pm

Slayer's eyes grew wider as that scent danced at the tip of his snout.
The rabbit was near... but where?
He turned sharply to his fortress, the persistant bunny rabbit was desperate for tea time, and this was the perfect time to lure him in.
Slayer headed to his fortess and headed down the stairs, the scent of a meal only minutes away.
Within seconds of entering the cell he bound and gagged the little rabbits buddy pal, so he shan't make a peep.
The Rabbit March, Should be marching down here soon, to free his friend in time for a pathetic Tea Party.
Death, he hoped, would rear his tasty looking skull to recieve the souls of thine enemy. Blood, he had hoped, would spread 'cross his fortress, like clean killing a weak mistress. Blood, he had hoped, would dance across his snout, and he would cheer and howl in delight, for this blood would be special, for he would drink it and become drunk. A form a blood-drunk dancing about, his enemy slain he should celebrate tonight. He stopped to think and sat upon his face, a frown, of a scowl, of pure hatred and annoyance. He knew his delectible treat would not wield, not unless he had his skin peeled. He pulled out his axe and disapeared in the shadows, the rabbit would know that he was waiting. Waiting to strike, and waiting to kill. He knew what truly awaited him, a mixture of loods, of his and of his enemies, maybe a few cards, and maybe that Hatter fellow. Lies and deceptions, sneakiness and tricks, not exactly his specialty, unless in his homelands. The trees were his home, but the Kingdom provided blood. Blood more delectible than all of the critters' bloods. He sat and he waied, and licked his chops. He waited and waited, hopin for a card to drop. He heard a slight shrill, he knew this shrill for the runt, Jack of Clubs. A card who hought that he was all that. March was close and he could smell a mixture of bloods.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:46 pm

March paused in the corridor, aware of an absence of club guards that would normally be waiting by the holding cells.
And Slayer's scent was stronger than ever.
March's soul wrenched rougly inside, one side urging him to retreat, to escape this palace where his enemy rested in bloody pleasure. The other screamed for him to rush forward and find his comrade, to rescue him from so-said enemy.
Swallowing dryly, March drew his 2 cleavers, ready for any enemy that might be waiting to jump him. He crept by the cells, glancing in each one to see if Hatter was inside.
And then...
March hissed when he saw his partner tied up like a bundle, "Hats! You okay?"

Hatter just stared at him, a lone yellow eye glinting in the darkness. A gag covered his metal visor, refraining his speech as he mumbled incoherently.

March stepped back and inspected the lock at the door. Bending, he peered into the mechanism and fiddled with it before sighing and bashing it off harshly. It clinked to the ground and March paused, ears up and listening.
Ba-bump, ba-boomp, ba-bump, ba-boomp...
2 hearts close.
March reared back, knowing that there was a trap here to be sprung, and Slayer to be fought.
Inside the cell, he could hear 2 hearts!
No way he could go in there now!
Spitefully, he spat on the ground and challenged, "Slayer! Come out of there!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue Mar 27, 2007 2:48 pm

"If you wish my sasty little enemy." Slayer said as he followed with a laugh "It had been too long since we have seen each other March. You never come to play. And now that you are here, let us play the game. 'What game!?' You may be asking yourself. A lone heartbeat pounding aside your companion's. It beats ferociously and loudly, a rush of excitment. It beats strongly in my chest too. A heartbeat, if finally made whole, a heartbeat to destroy. Look at your comrade, as he sinks into the shadows!" Behind March, his pal Hatter was going into the shadows of the ground. "The only way to beat this game is to find the exit. A barrier has been put up March, So you need to find the Moon Gem. And do not stay here to long. Or your boss Jabbermouth will have your heads." He dissapeared back into the darkness and the door locked to the cells.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:09 pm

March's eyes twitched under his mask as he peered into the darkness, ears quivering in alert fear.
Moon Gem...
What the heck was that?
"Slayer! Stop playing games with me!"
He listened anxiously for an answer, clenching his weapons nervously.
Inside his stomach, his bile roiled from a bit too much tenseness, but March held it down.
This was not an enemy to show weakness to.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue Mar 27, 2007 8:31 pm

"I can smell it... I can smell your fear. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! If you die I won't let your body be devoured by worms." His voice came through the bars in the door. He did not intend on letting his enemies escape. Now or Later, he inteded to slaughter March, ver slowly. "Do you still have that 'present' I gave you... On your eyes, do you still have it?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:46 pm

March blinked under his helmet and the scars around his irises gave a twinge of pain.
Immediately, he hissed, "Of course I do! You near blinded me!"
And... Jabberwock, in some totally odd act of kindness, had restored it to what it nearly was.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:53 pm

"Ha ha ha ha ha haaa. You will be the tastiest meal around. I hope."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:00 pm

March sneered and dug his looking-glass shard pocket watch from under his armor. Clicking it open, he spat as he watched the hands spin in a crooked, broken matter, "Well... this might be the best thing to do, but it's better than being here with a maniac like you!"
He dipped a finger in the clock's liquid face and hesitated.
Once he went through, he wouldn't be able to come back...
Hatter would be good as dead.
Nodding sadly and ears flopping down, he saluted his comrade one last time.
"Sorry, Hats, but Jabberwocky has need for at least one of us."
Gulping down his regret, he took a deep breath and dove into his looking glass, chuckling out one last message:
"Bad form, old Slayer."

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"So you say and so you think March" His voice whispered back "I played you like a violin." One March was completley gone he turned to Hatter "Do me a favor and do not soil yourself." With a following laugh h started to devour Hatter.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:45 pm

March stumbled to the ground, metal boots clanging against the rocks as he fell a couple of feet. He staggered up, glancing about and alert.
All around, he saw nothing but warrens, rocky knolls and hills, covered with sparse waving grass.
Cocking his head, March groaned.
Curse it!
He was in Imagineer territory!
He almost expected those nondescript rebels to bound it with bows drawn, screaming that cursed war cry, "For the Queen and Wonderland!"
These were the people who served neither heart, diamond, spade, or club. These were the people who governed themselves with a 'democracy', whatever that was.
March crouched, taking his bearing as he glared up at the sun.
About 57 miles from the Heartland border, if he got his time right.
He scented the air and listened, but all he heard was the distant flight of birds, screaming of a new eruption from a geyser.
The warrens were famous for the geysers, great mountains of steaming water that spouted up with no notice, mountains that could devour a man or animal in a boiling gulp.
March shivered and, taking off his helmet, wiped sweat from his brow.
This was going to be tough.
Especially without Hatter, who was probably being killed right now, poor guy...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:43 am

As Slayer Finished off Hatter's remains he went back up outside and turned his attention to the woods.

Run run little rabbit you can run but my territory is in the woods.
Slayer thought to himself as he turned to a card.

"I'm going hunting, so if I don't come back give the killer some sort of prize package."
Slayer said to the card as he headed into the woods.
He cut down some talking flowers and tuned out their screams of pain as he trekked through the woods.

"I'm coming March, and You're my next target."
Slayer said as he continued forward through the woods. He started moving on all fours as he tried to find a scent that matched March's.

"Damnit, I cna't find that rabbit!"
He shouted as he continued searching.

You can't hide for long rabbit!
He thought as he continued the hunt.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:55 pm

OOC: Thought this RP had died out... We still need an Alice... If we don't get one soon, I wouldn't mind playing as her too...
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March crouched along the ground, crawling forward cautiously as the sun blared down on him. No trees stood to block the harsh rays, nothing but these cursed long grasses that tickled his nose, enticing him to sneeze!
Taking a hasty breath, March sneezed violently. Darn it! Wasn't this mask supposed to protect him from the brunt of the pollen's attack?
Snarling, he stood up, cursing all the grass and its pollen, the Imagineers and their lands here!
Obviously, stupid move to make.
Ahead, a figure disguised in a suit of grass stood up, bow notched and aimed in an instant. It was followed by seven others.
March froze, quivering as he surveyed the Imagineers.
Their armor had once been white, the official color of the Democratic Imaginine country in the exact middle of Wonderland, not that any of the Houses recognized it as a seperate state. Emblazoned on their chests was the symbol that proclaimed 'liberty' and 'imagination'...
A solitary white wing extending from a sapphire circle.
But now the armor was tarred down with mud and grass, purposely messed up to disguise in the plains of the warrens. The helmets were half-visored, showing the bottom half of the Imagineer's faces, painted green and brown and black with paint. The first figure's face was that of a rabbit's... maybe...

The first figure shouted hoarsely, "Halt, Heartlander, or we will shoot!"

Sighing, March rose his hands in a sign of surrender. If it had been only that one, he would have made a break for it, but eight, all with bows and arrows, was an impossible task.
One of their arrows through the chain mail would be all it took to kill a Hare.
"I'm halting, I'm halting... Blasted Imagineers..."

The figure motioned with his hand, and two of the others stormed forward to throw March to the ground and tie his hands behind his back.

March hummed a lively tune as they tugged him up and dragged him over to the first figure, just to annoy the living daylights out of them.

Obviously, it didn't work. They were all breathing quite fine as they deposited him onto his knees before their card captain. The captain glared down at March, flicked at his ears, inspected him carefully, and then growled, "You're the March Hare."

"Thank you. Always wanted to be famous." March smiled, but his mind mulled over the voice. It was familiar...

The captain slapped him harshly, fuming, "SHUT UP! We haven't forgotten about what happened last time you were here in Imaginine! Who did your bliddy King send you this time to kill? The governors? The blasted president himself?"

March shrugged, "I'm just running. Had a bit of a run-in with attempted assassination of myself lately. Remember old Slay-"

Another slap, "Be quiet!" The card captain looked back at his comrades and ordered, "We will take him to Herzstadt. One of you ride ahead and tell the governors that we have a captive..."

March finally recognized the voice and flinched, "Ooohhh.... Dearie me... It's you, isn't it, Decemberist?"

Smirking, Decemberist removed his helmet, revealing dirty white fur and chewed up long ears, "Finally remembered me, brother?"

March flinched as he looked up. The entire right side of Decemberist's face was scarred beyond hope, the eye clouded and white in blindness, the skin torn and ragged black and gray. "Youre... not still mad about last time... are you, dear brother?"

Scowling, Decemberist turned away, "Let us go... We have an important package to deliver, don't we, men?"

The other Imagineers chuckled grimly, and March couldn't help but feel a horrible sense of dread spread down into his heart.
He was prisoner.

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