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Little Red Riding Hood

Just call me Red. It's easier.

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a character in “Dark Tale”, as played by HitoriRaven

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Alias: Little Red Riding Hood
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 113 lbs
Basic Appearance: For the most part, Red wears, obviously, her blood-red cloak which covers her whole body. (pay attention, this comes up later. =3) If you ever get under that, she tends to wear tight fitting black clothes. As for appearance, Red looks younger than she actually is, seeming to be perhaps 17 or 18. Don't be fooled, she has wisdom past her years and isn't a pushover either. Her hair is blond and fairly short, just past her ears, and occasionally pokes out the sides of her cloak. For the most part, her face is covered, and the only thing visible is her eyes, which match the colour of her cloak. Her face when seen, also looks closer to that of a child - not quite there, but it's definitely not an older woman. Of course, this is part of the reason she does cover her face, people can't seem to take her seriously when they've seen her. If her looks needed to be described, they would be "cute", as opposed to "hot" or "sexy."
Personality Red's outward appearance is mysterious, so to say. She rarely speaks, but when she does, her words carry weight. Her commands are concise but brief. She doesn't like to be bothered with petty concerns, but if they do rise up, she will give her full attention to resolving them. Like a good commander, she makes solid decisions in a fight, and would never ask something of her subordinates that she herself would not do. In larger battles, she brings up the rear - just because she's the leader doesn't mean she needs to go out and get herself killed. She treats everyone equally and with respect, having had this instilled by her grandmother, who had suffered at the hands of discrimination.

When Red isn't with others, or is with someone she is close with, she lets down her guard. She is still quiet and calm, but she tends to be a bit more cheerful. Only a bit, though. She also tends to be a bit of a romantic, though being a leader doesn't give her much time for something like that. She has a habit of fingering her cloak when she is embarrassed or nervous, but that doesn't happen often. Red is extremely shy, which is one of the reasons she doesn't talk to people. She hasn't had much contact with men, having lived in a forest for a good chunk of her life, and as such is extremely awkward when alone with one. This is essentially the one time she becomes the girl that she tries not to be. She gets very flustered, and stutters a lot. But again, how often would she trust anyone enough for this to happen?
Likes: Picnics, her grandma, the woodsman, grapes, romantic novels(but only when no one is looking), quick resolutions, simplicity.
Dislikes: Horror novels(ironically, she's just fine when killing them), long conversations/fights, broccoli, wolves, the Dark Court
Psychological Disorder(s): Red is completely mentally and physically sound. (lawljokenoonegets) She was traumatized when she was cut out of the wolf's belly. As such, she goes into an insane sort of withdrawl without her cloak on or nearby. The only other thing is that she fiddles with her axe when in tense situations.
Background: Essentially, Little Red Riding Hood grew up with her grandmother. Now, the tale is a little different than the common version. Red's grandmother used to be a witch, back in her prime. However, she eventually retired to the forest to live a calmer life. As she grew older, she had a daughter, who got married, and out popped Red. However, Red's parents were killed when she was young, and her grandmother took her in. She learned her grandmother was a witch, and frequently helped her with small spells and the like. Red's grandmother was also the local healer - of course, everyone was terrified of her. However, another reason she was shunned, was because she was associated with the Dark Court and their kind. As such, the grandmother made Red promise to treat all people fairly, so that Red would not discriminate and cause pain like her grandmother felt.

One day, Red met a wolf. She found him slightly saddening, almost akin to herself, and treated him as she would've a brother. He liked to help her out, and while he thought she didn't know, she did. Red appreciated the help and the kind thoughts from the wolf. Strangely, she was never scared of him, even though by all logic she should have been.

One day, she came home with a basket of herbs for her grandmother. However, when her grandmother opened the door, she seemed...different. Maybe it was the smell of blood, or maybe it was the way she carried herself. "You're...you're Wolf, aren't you?" But before she could say more, she was eaten. What had happened to grandma? Everything was so, so dark....

Thankfully, an old woodcutter heard the sounds of fighting and ran into the house. He sliced the wolf's belly open and saved Red and her grandmother, kicking the wolf out. However, her grandmother had her arm eaten in the fight and died of blood lost when she was locked in the closet. With her last breath, she enchanted Red's cloak and asked her save the kingdom from the Dark Court. On an off note, Red's cloak is dyed with real blood, the wolf's, her grandma's and hers, and is preserved by the spell. "You...you were my brother. Why would you do that?" Red promised, and the woodcutter who was still there, decided to help out. He was actually a dark knight in the past, and had done many horrible deeds for the Dark Court. However, he met a nice peasant girl, whom he fell in love with. He ended up having to kill her for the Court, but was snapped back sanity by the deed. He defected, and lived in the forest as a hermit, chopping wood and mourning over his love and his terrible acts. He gave Red his sword, Graban, making sure Red understood the curse that came with it. Red left the forest to fulfill her promise.
Partner: Woodsman. He may occasionally show up. NPC, advisor to Red, but lives in the forest they had been in. No other partner.
Current Story: Red was in search of a way to fulfill her promise to her grandmother, and joined up with the resistance, the White Order. She was quickly promoted for her prowess(no, not in bed, you naysayers) in combat and leadership, and she took the commander's mantle(or cloak..) when he died in battle. Once she learned that the wolf had survived, she also swore to avenge her grandmother and kill him properly this time. "I forgive you for what you've done to me...but not what you did to grandma. You will pay, Wolf." Since coming, Red has become fast friends with Baby Bear, and Bear is now a trusted comrade, one of the reasons she is able to a spy for Red.
Weaponry: The black sword known as Graban, the grave digger. It's a sword with a lot of history and a curse - whoever it is given to must carry it until death. A claymore type sword, being heavy to everyone except Red, and needing two hands to wield.
Her trademark blood red cloak. More on this below.
A picnic basket. It really has no use beyond sentimental meaning, but it has been enchanted to have a backpack size on the inside. Basically, it's her soldier's backpack.
The woodcutter's axe. Given to her by the woodcutter, it has no unique abilities. But, she carries it at her waist and it can be used as a weapon in a pinch.
Powers Red's cloak was enchanted by her grandmother for invisibility. Unfortunately, the ingredients were low class, so while her grandmother was powerful enough to make it a success, the cloak does not fully do it's job. Instead, when Red uses it, it makes her blend into the background, masking her presence for the most part, but animals might be perceptive enough....10 minute use for every hour of so. It needs to recharge.

Swordsmanship. Red has trained for years with her sword Graban in hopes of getting revenge on the wolf that ate her and her grandmother. As such, she is extremely familiar with her sword. Graban can give Red burst strength and speed in times of extreme danger, making her faster, stronger, and able to react faster. During this time, as an off note, she can wield Graban with one hand.

So begins...

Little Red Riding Hood's Story

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Little Red Riding Hood rubbed her temples, wishing she had a cup of tea. However, tea supplies were low, and she couldn't afford to seem garish as the leader of the White Order. Thankfully, she had already sent out the invitations to the promising new resistance recruits. She would evaluate them in Brogdin, nearby. These people were supposedly trustworthy, however, if anything came up, she would deal with it personally. They probably wouldn't disclose the location of the base even if she had included it in the invitation, but it wouldn't hurt to be safe. The given location was The Tipsy Fairy Pub, just outside one of the entrances to the White Order HQ.

For now, it would be a bit until they arrived. Red - for that was what she commanded everyone called her, to save time - slouched back in her seat. Her orders had been for everyone to leave her alone, except for the messenger bringing the news of the arrival of the potential recruits. She gave a quick look around, just in case, before pulling open a drawer in her desk, and withdrawing a small, well-worn book. "Heehee...I get to find out what happens now.." Red quietly laughed to herself, trying to keep her mind off of the huge amount of work she had piled up. She would deal with it later, anyway.

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Just then, a black bear lumbered in. It straightened up on its hind legs and turned into a teenage girl. This was Baby Bear, alias Lexi, a good friend of Red's. A bear that could transform into a girl, her disguise came in handy for digging up information on the Queen and the Dark Court. Sneaky and quiet by nature, Lexi was the Rebellion's spy. She was known only as Lexi among her fellow recruits, and not many knew about her human form. Although not strong physically, she was mentally resistant and able to hang on, even in the toughest of times.

Lexi nodded shortly to Red. "Hey," she greeted, her face devoid of expression. She sank into a chair opposite Red. "Sorry, I couldn't find any info today. You've sent out the letters for the recruits, I believe? I was thinking that you should consider a certain person, her name is Princess Pearl. She's a mermaid, but she's mute. She's not chosen a side, but I believe that we can convince her to join us. Apparently, she's running a flower shop now. I've heard from some that she has trust issues, but that can easily be fixed. What do you say?"

Placing a hand on the table, she winced and touched her inner left elbow, where she had been branded with the seal of the Order. "I got slashed today. Some crazies who were drunk, apparently. Do you want me to go with you to the evaluation of the new recruits or should I stay here to guard and do some work?"

The setting changes from rebellion-hq to Brogdin

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Rebellion HQ

Red fumbled to stow her book as the bear entered and changed form. As far as she knew, no one knew about her little indulgence, and she wanted it to stay that way. If people knew she was reading a ...romance novel, while there was work to be done, she would lose their respect. "It's fine if you couldn't get anything today, Bebe. Lexi. Bebe." Red rolled her eyes under her hood. It was so annoying to keep track of the aliases that her friend kept, and she gave up trying. Bebe it would be, at least as far as she was concerned. It was the first nickname she had come up for her friend's original name, after all. "Pearl, you say? I'll be sure to check in with her after our meeting at the Tipsy Fairy." Red then dug in her desk and brought out a bandage, tossing it to Bebe. "If you want to join me, be sure to disguise yourself, and stagger your movements from mine. If anyone recognizes you, me or both of us, we could blow each other's cover." She didn't need to state the obvious underlying consequence if that happened. With that, Red snatched up Graban, her trusty sword, and gave it a few test swings before stowing it in her magical picnic basket. She hoped she wouldn't need it, though. She also slipped off her easily-remembered red cloak, stowing it in the basket as well, and revealing the tight-fitting black clothes that she wore underneath. It would have to do. She didn't want to be late, after all.

The Tipsy Fairy Pub, Brogdin

Making her way through the town, Red weaved in and out of the crowd. Without her trademark cloak, others would be hard pressed to recognize her. Even amoung the Order, rarely had anyone seen her face. And if someone who did not know her looked at her, they would see a cute, but not attractive persay, young - almost child-like - woman with blonde hair walking innocently through town with a picnic basket. As she neared the pub, Red ducked into an alley, sweeping out her cloak and immediately activating its special ability.

It was like this that she quietly padded into the bar, surveying what was before her. Due to the effect of her cloak, for the most part, her entrance would have been quite inconspicuous. She noticed three people in particular: a cat, a hooded man, and a woman. She canceled the ability, taking a seat. To those watching, it would have seemed as though she had been there the whole time. It also added a bit of dramatic effect, which probably wasn't a bad thing. While her identity would be fairly obvious, Red decided to throw out the code phrase mentioned in the invitations. "The forest has been lovely as of late, no?" She watched for reactions with eyes that matched her cloak, the only visible part of her face. However, she was also wary, being out in 'enemy territory', and kept a hand near the basket on her lap, ready to draw Graban if necessary. However, that would mean the mission was a complete failure, and she would have to book it out. And that would be the worst outcome, the last resort.

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Rebellion HQ

Lexi smiled at Red. "Thanks. I'll go in human form, though I won't be with you. I'll stay somewhere else in the Pub." Shoving her sword in her scabbard, Lexi swung a black cloak over herself, completely hiding her face. "I'll follow you to the Pub, but try not to be aware of me." She walked to the door and held it open for Red.

Brogdin

Lexi followed Red down the streets, staying back a good distance. Being seen with each other would mean death and the end of the Rebellion; all hell would break loose if that happened. As Red ducked into an alley, Lexi did not stop but instead swept on into the Pub. Sitting at the counter, she ignored the bartender and leaned against the counter, watching. The counter was a good vantage point; Lexi could see every part of the Pub. Before Lexi knew it, Red was in the Pub. She had never really gotten used to Red's ability.

Red sat at a table where a cat, a hooded man, and a woman were sitting. Lexi leaned forward slightly, trying to hear their conversation. Realizing that her behavior seemed suspicious, she turned around and signaled to the bartender. The bartender ignored her. Lexi shrugged. She really didn't need alcohol racing through her anyway, and she would have an excuse if anyone asked why she wasn't having anything. Though Red's voice was faint, she could hear her words. "The forest has been lovely of late, no?" Lexi snorted to herself. What a choice of words. With the witch's reign, everything had lost its value. Nothing could really be described as 'lovely' anymore.

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

Ivory raised an eyebrow, things seemed to be getting more and more interesting by the second. A cat had just entered the pub and made his way to where the other curious man was seated, he was soon followed by a young woman carrying a picnic basket.

"It seems that there was a party and nobody invited me," she said quietly, coldly watching the group, "Red certainly does suit her I must say."

The woman seemed on edge and overly fond of her picnic basket in Ivory's opinion, it certainly didn't seem like a casual meeting. Sadly she couldn't hear what the group was saying and this was causing her to lose interest. Narrowing her eyes she rearranged the folds of the purple gown she wore, while not one of the colours she would usually choose to wear, she had to admit that it did look nice against her skin and hair and it was such a beautiful gown.

"Now what have we here?" thought Ivory as she turned her icy gaze to a girl at the bar, "My my, it seems I came to the right place to find interesting things today."

She wondered if the girl could feel her staring. This place really was a little dull, perhaps these colourful characters would help to liven it up a little. All it would take was a few well chosen words to the right people and the place would no longer be a dingy pub but rather the arena for a battle royale. She shivered in anticipation, such a display would give her the chance to see what all these people were capable of, she was particularly interested to see what the woman in red could do. But perhaps she would give them a little more time before starting the chaos, after all, it did appear that the odd group was discussing something very important.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

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

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

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

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

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

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

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

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

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

“Maybe…” the stranger playfully answered.

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

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

Is that so? The howling has kept me away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

"Very profession, Gretel," he chuckled.

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

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

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

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Tipsy Fairy Pub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The setting changes from brogdin to Rebellion HQ

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Red Riding Hood

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

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

“Let me see,” she told them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And me…?

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

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

“Gladly,” he replied.

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

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

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

"Stay safe, Princess." Ro whispered sadly.

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

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

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Lexi stiffened as she heard the commotion. Raising her head, she sniffed at the air. Yep - that's the bitch's scent all right. Her eyes widened in triumph. Finally, Goldilocks was here. Today would be the girl's downfall. How many years had she been without her parents, all thanks to that girl? She would bring her down today.

Sensing that Red had something to say, Lexi faced her squarely. "I know you desire Goldie’s head, but do not make her death your sole priority. We have to save these animals first. This is not the day to seek your revenge. If it had not been Goldilocks, but The Wolf who had appeared, I expect you to have told me the same." Lexi scowled, but replied stiffly, "I will be sure to keep myself in check. If I get too out of hand, do not hesitate to restrain me. I understand that these animals are more important to you - to us."

Reaching up, she twisted her chestnut brown hair into a bun, then let it loose about her shoulders. Though she did not show it, Lexi was actually very worried. She knew Goldilocks' power, and she wasn't sure if she could save all the animals. I could never live it down if I let them die. "We will flank them. Lexi, I want you to lead Formation Alpha in the woods." Red gave her command. Lexi nodded. She turned to Ro and Thumbelina. "Now, you two, you'd better make sure any wounded are safe. Every one of them are indisposable to us. You are the most important of us all, you understand?" Quick and to the point, she hoped they would do as she asked.

"Formation Alpha, let's go!" With those last words, Lexi started circling around the back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The setting changes from rebellion-hq to Fairy Woods

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Character Portrait: The Gingerbread Man Character Portrait: Goldielocks Character Portrait: Little Red Riding Hood Character Portrait: Ivory "Snow White" Rose Character Portrait: Aurora (A Not So Real Princess) Character Portrait: Thumbelina
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#, as written by Sonata
The attack on the mansion was intense. Demons, ogres, giants, and trolls clawed and raked the edifice. They jumped through windows only to be carried out by bulls, warthogs, and rams. Midnight whirled before a grand window in the foyer where an ogre was slowly trying to squeeze its armor and girth in. His hindquarters rose and his legs stretched out sending powerful hooves smashing against the ogres’s chin. The bones in the creature’s jaw split apart as blood and teeth rained from its face. The ogre released a pained bellow as he collapsed back outside only to have a demon soldier take his place.

Strong Horn had charge of the back of the mansion and with his two, sharp horns he carried out several enemies. A pointer raced over to the black unicorn, his eyes wide and tail between his legs.

“We have moved the wounded to the basement, my lord. How long must we fight? Her units seem endless!” the dog whimpered.

Midnight flared his nostrils at the dog’s loss of hope, but he was slow to answer. The mouse he had sent to find help didn’t seem like the type to betray. When they were enslaved, he had been small enough to not be seen by the enemy. Midnight cast his crimson eyes out the window, they first lowering to the demon that was clawing its way inside. Raising his hind legs again, he sent another harsh kick to the enemy’s face, and a cry similar to the howl the ogre made resounded behind him.

“Do not lose hope,” Midnight said. “Help is coming.”

The pointer didn’t believe him, but Midnight didn’t care. The fool could run for all he cared, but he had a battle to win.


“Ms. Locks, the animals’ forces are crumbling!” a troll ecstatically exclaimed.

Goldilocks didn’t smile. Instead, her deep-blue eyes widened and glistened with her suppressed joy and excitement. Idiots; did they think they could actually win? The thought of seeing them whimpering and crying before her made her lips curl. They had had their recess, but the games were now over.

Suddenly, a harsh breeze passed in front of her, blowing her fat, spiraling curls in a haphazard mess about her face. Her left eye, being the only eye not obscured by her tousled hair, blinked in her temporary state of shock. The troll that had just spoke to her uttered a gurgle as blood welled from his cracked lips and rolled from a seam that parted at his throat. The troll struck the grass like a weight.

Around her, a second cry was heard from a demon knight that collapsed in a heap of armor, then a third. Her hidden army was dropping around her, one by one in a mysterious tempest that smelt of…sweets. Shaking her head, Goldilocks’ curls bounced back into place and she held her hand out to her squire who placed a tall, black scythe into her grasp. A second after, her squire screamed as he fell to the grass to join the corpses that formed a circle of death around her.

Goldilocks went still as she listened to the wind and felt the change in it. In a speedy blur that resembled a silver slant being drawn across the air, Goldilocks swung her scythe and a bright spark flashed off her weapon’s sickle. A red, hot liquid splattered her blade and her face as Goldilocks then opened her mouth to utter a sadistic laugh.

The assassin that had butchered her surrounding units struck the grass with a grunt as one of his legs went flying some ways away. Goldilocks continued her victorious laugh until she noticed the blood that was on her face didn’t roll or drip but stuck like a paste. Blinking her girlish eyes, she raised a finger to a red, sticky dollop and examined it closely. It didn’t look like blood nor did it smell like it. Pressing it to her lips, she suddenly felt confused by the sweet, strawberry flavor that delighted her tongue.

“Strawberry?” she queried.

The little general then turned toward the hooded assassin that was trying to crawl away and was leaving a trail of the jam she had tasted. What was he?

The Gingerbread Man heard Goldilocks’ approach and rolled onto his back to attempt to lob his knife at her. Five more silver lines appeared across his body, severing his limbs and head. His arm fell to the grass still clenching the knife and Goldilocks used the end of her scythe to peel back the hood of the murderer. She was surprised to see a face of bread, frosting, and candy.

“A cookie man?” she spoke in wonder.

The Gingerbread Man’s red, hot candy eyes darted to Goldilocks startling her with how he was still very much alive. His red licorice lips parted revealing his silly rows of candy corn teeth.

“Not cookie man. The Gingerbread Man,” he replied with a sneer. “Surprise!”

Goldilocks frowned and brought her buckled shoe against the side of The Gingerbread Man’s head. Like a kickball, she sent his head flying off randomly into the woods as the killer cried, “YOU BIIIIII~TCH~!”

There were others amongst her army now. Did the animals have reinforcements?

“It’s an ambush!” Goldilocks angrily screamed. She didn’t like to be toyed with.


The Gingerbread Man’s head fell into a bush and rolled some ways to stop by a woman who was apparently hiding and watching the ordeal. He hadn’t recognized her. If she was a part of The White Order, she hadn’t been at the meeting.

“Hey! Hey you!” The Gingerbread Man called. “Whose side are you on?”

He made it seem like he could harm her without a body.


Red Riding Hood stepped from the tree line behind the mansion with her trademark cowl and picnic basket. She approached the line of monsters that were fighting to get into the mansion, her hand dipping into her basket to draw from its infinite depths a red, burning sword. It resembled a katana with a twisted hilt molded like the skulls of numerous devils. Tucking the basket into the shadows of her cape, Red grasped the hilt of her blade with both hands and charged toward the unsuspecting unit.

A goblin that happened to peer over his shoulder, cast a golden, reptilian eye on the approaching red blur and screamed, “Behind-”

His warning was interrupted as Red landed before him, her blade splitting him down the middle. He parted like a sticky sandwich, his blood—darker than a human’s—streaking her red hood. Beneath the rebellion leader’s hood was darkness; her face absent and swallowing the fears of the beasts that surrounded her. She charged the next one, swinging her blade with the dexterous strokes of surrealist. Arching ribbons of blood in monochromatic reds, browns, and blacks coated the grass as Red hacked a path for Aurora and Thumbelina.

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Character Portrait: Little Red Riding Hood Character Portrait: Aurora (A Not So Real Princess) Character Portrait: Thumbelina
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#, as written by Yorda
Thumbelina hung back with Aurora at first when Red charged in to carve a path. Well, 'hid' may have been a better description of what thumbelina was doing tucked at the back of Aurora's neck, under the woman's hair. Despite the wanton cruelty she had seen after she lost her home, This was the tiny girl's first time on a real battle field.. and she was terrified. Not just for herself, but for the whole group that was out there risking their lives to save the animals; and of course, for the animals themselves. Thumbelina could take a little comfort, at least, that Ro wasn't among those trapped in the Mansion.

The tiny girl listened to Aurora's mumbling about where the animals were and what she needed to tell them as she peeked from behind the woman's neck. They were focused on Red... It was now or never. Not trusting herself to speak, the fairy didn't say anything back to Aurora. On the word 'Go' she only nodded before taking a deep, shuttered breath, spreading her glittering, golden wings, and launching herself forward like an arrow released from a bow. If she didn't throw her all into it, Thumbelina would be to scared to act at all!

Thumbelina's own heart beat was pounding so loud in her ears that it nearly drown out all other sound as she bolted forward. Her first thought of gaining entry was to try a window, but of course they had been fortified by the animals hiding inside. The fairy just needed a little crack or hole to squeeze through.. but it was proving difficult to find in the chaos. Thumbelina's own fear made her a bit panicky and, though no one seemed to notice her yet thanks to the threat Red posed, she often had to zip out of the way of stray strikes.

Eventually the tiny girl found a crack to squeeze through. She dove for the opening as soon as she saw it, folding her wings back to gain speed. Only seconds after face planting inside the little gap, Thumbelina heard, and felt, a thump against the wall behind her. Already scared, It was enough to get her scrambling to her feet again without thought. The fairy didn't dare look back. Breathing hard and fueled by adrenalin, Thumbelina ran as fast as she could through the thick, stone wall. As soon as she ran out of wall, the girl jumped right out into the open room.

Just a second after popping out of the wall, thumbelina froze. She was hovering in mid air, just inches from a pare of yellow eyes. In that moment, the stupidity of just charging in hit her full force. They could have thought she was an enemy spy and just smashed her like a bug! It was what she got for letting her fear fuel her actions.

The gleaming yellow eyes belonged to a large, gray, wolf. "Friend or foe?! SPEAK!" he snapped. His ears were back and his teeth bared in a viscous snarl as he growled at the little intruder.

"I-I-I..." Thumbelina stammered before any real words came out. "I assure you, I'm a friend! To the wounded I'm hear to tend!" She squeaked. "I was sent by Ro, and one in a hood. I am here to do some good!" The fairy went on, hoping to convince the creature that she only wanted to help. "Also a message I have to give. I only wish to help you live!"

The wolf stopped his growling and snarling quite suddenly. In fact, he even looked surprised. "Ro sent you?" He inquired. "We'll see what Midnight has to say about this. Come with me." The wolf took off at a run to find their leader, and Thumbelina was right behind him.

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NPC(s): Swift Paw. Gray wolf fighter with the animal rebellion.