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Ruby Ophelia Heart

"Would you like a cup of tea? I made it myself."

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a character in “The Deck - Wonderland”, as played by Dead


Ruby Ophelia Heart


♥ ♚ Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ Tᴏ Mʏ Tᴇᴀ Pᴀʀᴛʏ ♚ ♥

Name: Ruby Ophelia Heart
Age: 20 Years Old
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Role: Princess of Hearts
Faction: Hearts, of course.
Abilities: Having venomous/magical blood that enables her to turn people into things. (Prefers dolls at tea parties.)
Best Feature: Her cheery disposition and stylish rebellions that can send wonderland in an uproar.

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Ruby stands at about 5 feet and 5 inches, an average height for someone of her age and most other female humans living in Wonderland. She has a curvaceous and voluptuousness body build, with long limbs and a slender waist with her curved sides and busty like chest. Her legs and thighs are fleshy, along with the rest of her body as she is soft with her fair, pale ivory skin and her rear is plush and heart shaped, not that anyone usually sees it anyway. Ruby's hair is thick and long, with a wavy start and ends with thick and softer looking curls as the color is stained a blood red color that gleams with strands of gold when hit by light at different angles inside a room; and she also often adorns her hair with gold or silver chains, along with her magnificent crown that took three weeks to make for her. Her eyebrows are also painted with dark red over them, shaped and waxed perfectly to match her petite facial structure. Her eyes are the color of rubies themselves, that also gleam with gold specks across the iris.

As for her makeup, Ruby is known for giving such grand makeovers to her guests when they come to visit, either at her enchanting kingdom or her legendary tea parties she throws where the Hatter used to reside. Her makeup ranges from blacks and reds, golds, black, and grays on her own face as she gives many different guests a highlight of interesting rainbows on their lips. Her eyes are always covered in some type of eye shadow with long, curled eyelashes and eyeliner staining her lower lid. She often has red and black lipstick on in different combinations, and her nails are long and she paints many different designs on them weekly. She enjoys drawing little hearts and other symbols near her eyes or on her cheeks, and putting little red or black gems there as well. Her fashion consists of red, gold, black, and white since those are her kingdom colors and the dresses are usually elegant yet stylish, with fancy skirts of lace, silk, and other fabrics; and corsets with different and creative designs up the fronts and backs, and every outfit she wears has hearts somewhere on it. Shoes are usually black and high heeled or sometimes regular black boots for when she takes walks outside; but all in all, her unique fashion sense and her beauty cause her to be an icon to a large part of the West side in Wonderland. She takes pride in her outfits and her fashion sense, and loves flaunting new fashion ideas off.

But, Ruby also has her flaws. Underneath her clothes, she hides deep welts and scars that line her back from abuse when she was younger. She has scars all along her upper and lower back, along her spine and shoulder blades from her mother's intense jealousy and anger. But, even when she wears more revealing clothes, she has thick white powder to cover them up so people cannot see. These are the only things that Ruby is really ashamed of.


Some say Ruby has personality disorder, but she doesn't... she is just emotional and sensitive. But the first thing people seem to notice about Ruby's personality is her ability to be bubbly and almost child like, so courteous and sweet to her guests even though she is slightly insane in the head. She has an optimistic view of things, despite being abused as a child by her mother for not having a large head. Ruby is very fond of attending parties, usually more elegant tea parties that turn into wild, festive nights she usually gets lectured for by those around her. But, she has a dark side to her as well. Due to the many always hidden deep scars on her back and the torment/neglect she was faced with growing up, she tends to have sensitive reactions and small triggers that can either unleash a violent, stubborn temper or a wave of deep depression that has led her to go insane with suicidal thoughts before. She is quite intelligent, and can be quite charming at most times and gives off an innocent but odd vibe to people around her that aren't used to her presence. She is most happy when she is hosting one of her tea parties, where she gives makeovers and presents dozens of teas and types of deserts which are her favorite thing to eat; you will never catch her without a lollipop or a cookie in her dress, and yet, she manages to keep her body in shape thanks to a type of rare tea she purchases off Desmond the Merchant. Her metal state is that of a child, suppressing the awful things that she endured and forcing herself to re live a child hood she never had, but wants.

Ruby can often make good arguments, or persuade people to agree with her. Despite her sometimes revealing outfits, Ruby is also actually a very innocent being. She has never been kissed by a man, and has even been barely touched by a man and the idea of marriage either startles her into silence or into a stubborn fit of rage. Sometimes, her reactions to things can be quite immature, but she has been growing and learning to control some of her outbursts with the help of her advisers who favor her over her outcasted mother. But it's not like the idea of finding someone or having a heated experience isn't appealing, but she still is in that child like state of mind which distracts her from everything constantly.

Let's not forget Ruby's unique ability. Since her mother was constantly jealous of Ruby's lovely turn out, she did on occasion, try to kill her. At one point, she had Ruby ingest Jabberwocky venom, which nearly killed her but by a miracle ended up fusing with her blood and anatomy. Now, at whim, she can let venom loose from her bloodstream and mix it into whatever she pleases. With the right chemistry and magic, she is able to turn anyone into anything she wishes. With her traumatized childhood, Ruby prefers to make people into dolls sh can constantly play with and keep forever. But if someone is to ingest her blood pure, they will die shortly after. She can be quite greedy with toys and other items since she was so deprived during her childhood, and sometimes when her uneasy mind sways too far over the edge, she has the instant reaction to use a special type of tea she made herself to turn some of her tea party guests into dolls. Of course, all guests are warned of this before they come, but it has never stopped many from across Wonderland to venture into her little domain. Her dolls are alive, some are frozen so they can't move and others she keeps locked in doll houses to live life like that so she can watch and use them herself.


♥ Sweets - She especially adores candy and baked treats.
♥ Toys- She loves to play with toys; the child in her gets so excited.
♥ Music- Music is part of her soul, she enjoys dancing.
♥ Tea Parties- The funnest party to throw for Ruby.
♥ Cold Weather- The cold weather keeps her cool and pale.
♥ Makeup- Makeovers are inevitable when staying with Ruby.
♥ Animals- She could never kill one. She loves them too much.
♥ Red and Gold- Her theme/kingdom colors.
♥Roses- She adores the smell and the look, they cover her kingdom.
♥Dancing- She is one amazing dancer, and in almost any style.


Spicy Foods- They burn her mouth and make her tongue her.
♥ Sharp Objects- Being abused has left her terriied of sharp objects.
♥ Insects- She hates the feeling of them crawling on her.
♥ Whips- Another tool used to abuse her.
♥ Thunder- It frightens her. She dealt with thunderstorms alone as a child.
♥ Dark Spaces- She was often trapped alone in a room.
♥ Corpses- Her mother left corpses in her room to frighten her.
♥ Bad Odors- Her nose is quite sensitive; she throws up easily.
♥ Daisies- They are too common for her.


♥Holding Parties- Of course, tea parties are always legendary with Ruby.
♥Baking&Cooking- She adores making treats and sweets for her guests.
♥Taking Walks- Walking around the Western Borders fills her with serenity.
♥Collecting Dolls- She adores her collection, and plays with them often.
♥Giving Makeovers- She makes even the ugliest wench a princess.



When Ruby was born, Iracebeth was hoping for a hideous child that would make her look beautiful. Instead, she got the perfect baby that made her look even more disgusting then she was. Jealousy overtook her, and from the moment Ruby was born, Iracebeth had grown to dislike her daughter because of her normal sized head. So, she had Ruby locked away in the darkest part of the castle with a maid to look after her. Of course, Iracebeth didn't give Ruby much except broken dolls, old tea and the taste of bland breads or hot peppers. As Ruby grew, Iracebeth took her anger out by physicially beating Ruby's back and the backs of her legs with knives or whips, and often had the Knave of Hearts assist her in this hideous task. The more scars Ruby received from her mother and the knave, the more Iracebeth smiled until she realized that Ruby was still beautiful even with blood and welts staining her skin. She would often kick Ruby's head in while she was asleep, causing some brain damage that leads to Ruby's current mental disabilities. (Aka, why she is half insane.)

But as Ruby grew older, Iracebeth started to leave her alone more. Even so, Ruby continued to remain in the dark of the room for nights on end with only an old maid to keep her company. Of course, the maid grew a bond with the young Princess of Hearts, and took care of her as best she could. One night, when Ruby turned 13, the maid brought in a brand new doll colored in red and black with beautiful white hair and Ruby fell in love with it. She ended up painting the doll's hair red and sleeping with it every night, hiding it whenever her vicious mother came to look in on her. Her mother would torture her with scares by dropping some of her victim's heads in on the girl's bed, which forced Ruby to awake to a horrible smell and the sight of dead eyes and an open mouth staring at her by the candle light in her room.

When Iracebeth was finally disposed of by the White Queen, Ruby remained in hiding, even after her mother's fate... only a few years later did she emerge and slowly started to meet the people who had been living in the same castle with her all that time. Her comfort around people was never completely right, and now, Ruby's mission is to become the queen of hearts without marriage... or competition. She always has been ridiculed for being Iracebeth's daughter, and some people in Wonderland think that Ruby will be just as awful as her. But Ruby is determined to show them that she can be a much better queen then Iracebeth ever was.

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So begins...

Ruby Ophelia Heart's Story


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#, as written by Dead
♚ Ruʙʏ Oᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ ♚

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

Dear Princess Ruby Ophelia Heart,

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

Every now and then she glanced around for Claudia. Oh, she adored Claudia. Of course this was a war and she was supposed to hate everyone and want to take over Wonderland and blah, but Ruby wasn't completely mature yet; not mentally, anyway. She’d rather have fun, do make overs, and Claudia was like the big sister she never had. She sighed, rocking back and forth slightly in her heels as she waited for people she knew to arrive, and continued to wear down her heart shaped lollipop.


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chapter i - treacherous rendezvous
center of wonderland

He found the center of Wonderland in a myriad of colors, flora blossomed in their sweetness and extending gangly vine arms, twisting, coiling around columns of refined marble, their leaves the most vibrant greens and toxic berries redder than the life blood pushing through needle veins. How very alive were they; guests of supple skin caressed by starshine, glistened by their vigor and mirth that composed the ambiance, and thus the occasion was a jovial one of peace, their minds bleached and liberated from paranoia that plagued common-folk and highborns alike.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prudentius meandered, his legs taking leisurely strides, walking through the crowd, wind jostling the tails of his formal uniform, raiment tailored to the traditional style of the Diamond’s Kingdom imperial era. Folded collars, cuffs, fastened buttons of gray spinel and silver thread embroidered into images of Northern stags, his white trousers were much less elaborate, leather boots hardly denting the grass, which was astonishingly resilient, nothing at all like the snow. “Ribbons of fire would be ever so envious, my lady.” He remarked in the same tender tone, offering a smile to the woman holding a lollipop crafted in the likeness of a heart. nodding to her with a sign of respect,. “Would I be mistaken to think you are Princess Heart?” Prudence asked, suspicion strong yet spoken tentatively, head tilting but centimeters to the left and the parasol spun, the butterfly fluttered her wings, and people sang their lighthearted songs all around them, dancing without a single nightmare within their empty skulls.

The setting changes from The Center of Wonderland to Wonderland


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Thackery delicately fastened the buttons of his waistcoat, gently tugging the material down to smooth out the creases. His hare ears were twitching, as they often did, searching for any signs of danger. His human ears remained still as they always did unless someone tugged at them to get his attention. He exhaled deeply, staring at the letter once again. It was folded so the contents could not be seen, but he knew the contents by heart anyway. Whoever this T.D was, it unnerved Thackery slightly that they, for he was still uncertain as to anything relating to the gender of their host, had found not only himself, but also Hatter.

He felt the soft weight of his ears as they fell back against his head. The hare had obviously realised it was safe, something his human instincts had told him long ago. Regardless of whatever the letter meant, Thackery was in his home. Home had always equated to safety, no matter what state Wonderland found itself in. Not for the first time, Thackery wondered what it would have been like had Alice never saved them all from the Red Queen. Thackery and Hatter would still be hosting tea parties and unbirthday celebrations. Those days had been much easier but felt like another lifetime now, and in a sense they were. Times were different now. Yes, Thackery was still an outsider of Wonderland, no less odd than the other citizens, but as a member of the rebellion, it was in his interests to remain outside. But he was no longer trapped in himself. Thackery had achieved an autonomy of sorts and was no longer as ‘mad’ as he had once been. That had been Alice’s mark on him. The regaining of some semblance of sanity.

Thackery snapped his cufflinks into place. They were nothing particularly fancy, but they were a teacup and a teapot, so naturally his heart had been stolen by them. He pulled on the jacket of his suit, leaving the buttons open. He picked up the letter and slipped into his inside pocket. Why was a raven like a writing desk? The question sprung into his head as he had taken the letter, his friend’s voice echoing the words. It was a question Hatter had often posed to people. He would have to ask him the answer one day or go mad wondering what the answer was to the riddle. Why was a raven like a writing desk? Thackery dismissed the thought from his mind, gathering his hare ears into a tophat. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his para-human nature, it was just easier to blend in when no one could see your hare ears. All people saw was a well-dressed man among many others who dressed well. He was hiding in plain sight, and it was glorious.

The journey to the neutral ground was short enough to walk. The air was warm and a gentle breeze played through the trees. The flowers were bright, swaying gently as though they were dancing. If he listened carefully, Thackery could hear them whispering to one another, the same idle gossip they had engaged in since he had been a leveret boy. Feeling lighter than he had done in years, Thackery stepped into the gathering. It felt strange to be surrounded by so many people that, in any other context, he would be fighting, or Hatter would be annoying greatly. There was always the chance that Hatter would annoy and provoke them anyway, depending on which form his mercurial friend chose to take. Thackery nodded to himself, Hatter was the master when it came to hiding in plain sight.

Making his way to the central table, Thackery sought the teapot containing Earl Gray, and poured himself a cup. Taking a sip, Thackery decided that it was drinkable, but not quite perfect. He had had years to perfect the art of tea making, given that all he had done for those years was host tea parties. It was amazing what murdering time could do for you. The whole party was reminiscent of summer, from the way the food was laid out, the colours, down to the smells and the ambience around him. Despite the rebellion, everyone seemed to have their guard down and was talking openly, mingling with the crowds that would be enemies tomorrow. Keeping to the edge of the party, Thackery kept one eye out for Hatter and the other he kept on the people around him.


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Evangeline Pip

A bed shared for business is a bed shared nonetheless. But a morning in bed is rarely for business, and her departure from the sparsely furnished bedroom spanned a mere moment, especially since she wanted no further recollection of the disappointing, and short-lived night she was leaving behind. He remained in the bed, out cold, quite possibly due to the slightly too powerful sedative that was penetrating his bloodstream at nearly fatal rates, or merely from the hangover he fully intended to avoid. His black hair was slick and messy, not from product but the combination of sweat and natural grease. His body odor lingered in the musty stillness, the thick blanket not quite covering enough for Evangeline to bear looking in his direction longer than was required to grab her black leather satchel. A shudder overcame her body as flashes of the previous night captured her attention. She had to get out.

Evangeline knew better than to share the location of her own quarters or the quarters of the Prince, inviting the shady man into a small abandoned house just beyond the village outside the castle to "do their business". Although she knew of his name, Kemis Trie, status, an amateur alchemist at best, and the contents of his pockets, he knew very little of her besides the view he caught down her dress while slightly intoxicated. As they had conversed in the tavern, Evangeline convinced him to reveal the contents of his briefcase and allowed her to inspect the key to his shop long enough to forget that she had it. A few drinks later and she convinced him to come back with her, although no convincing had been necessary. A sly pass at the doorway and the man's key was in the hands of another, his shop being ransacked as throes of ecstasy coursed through his body, obviously an experience he rarely came across based on the time it took to reach such a state.

The return to her own bedroom was a return of relief. Although she now had access to chemicals for her own experimentation and a location to prepare, the mere thought of Kemis' greasy body against her own was enough to give her a headache, grateful for the alcohol that blurred her judgment only twelve hours prior. The room was simple, lined in white linens and the corpses of blue-gray trees transformed for utility. Her bed was made, the pillow cases adorned with the slightest bits of lace to promote the classiness Evangeline felt necessary to mask her other endeavors. As the adviser to the Prince of Diamonds, she had to appear as if her life were nothing but luxurious and organized, rather than the amalgamation of chaos and trickery she catered to.

"Your dress is here, Miss," came the knock on the door; she recognized the rough voice immediately.

"Come in, Val," Evangeline sat before her mirror, brushing her evening activities out from her chestnut hair.

A thin, skeletal woman entered, donning a white dress too short and frilly for her figure. Across her thin arms was a tea-length lavender dress, childishly small compared to its carrier, who towered at least a foot over Evangeline. Valia stood in the doorway, passed on the dress to the shorter woman, and stared at the plush cream carpet awaiting another order.

"Could you put on the kettle for me? I'm feeling some ginger pear chai..." Tea would be necessary to fully wash away the remnants, and Evangeline had to focus on reaching the Prince's level of fashion, at least to some extent.

"Of course, Miss."

"It's Evangeline."

"Whatever you say, Miss." Valia disappeared.

Evangeline slipped into the gown. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. Valia knew better than to bring a dress without first adjusting it to Evangeline's exact measurements. After only two years, Valia adjusted to the Prince's adviser, seemingly eager to follow orders, despite her undead status. She had been born into a family of privilege, and her death humbled her to an extent that befuddled Evangeline, resulting in a perfectly obedient servant where none was required. There was no reason to question the service, nor reject the companionship, and thus their relationship blossomed.

The frame of the mirror was opalescent and spanned from the floor to the ceiling, although Evangeline took up less than half of the length. She admired the curvature of her calves, exposed below the dress, spinning the dress to explore the consequences of twirling too quickly. All appeared to be in order. Her hair was brought up into an elegant bun, pearled pins holding it in place, her bangs draped across half of her forehead. A smile cracked across her porcelain face, and the need for make-up became instantly apparent, ruby red lips soon contrasting the green in her eyes and amethyst sparkles skating across her eyelids. Evangeline knew better than to draw too much attention to herself, however, and adorned her neck with a silver and opal pendant, simple enough to avoid the flash of light that was certain to hit her eventually.

Footsteps outside her door made her increasingly aware that the Prince was leaving soon. It was going to be a long ride.


Wonderland's center was warmer than Evangeline remembered, only ever having visited once as a child with her father. He had brought her around in a large tea pot, adorned in purple and gold paint, faded after several years of wear. He sang her a song, of silly things, but important ones nonetheless. Her heeled feet walked among those of the royal families and their regimes, her hands brushed against the sides of her dress, her lips exploring the words of a memory.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:"

Evangeline attempted to block out the blur of voices around her and find a drink. She had completely forgotten about her tea and required something to help her body adjust more quickly to the heat. After several years in the north, one grows accustomed to the frequent tundra, the snowflakes across the window pane, the heavy coats required for travel, the constant desire to sit by the crackling fireplace. In the cold, there is always a way to gain warmth, but the warmth does not offer quite the bargain. In the sunlight, coolness is temporary, and the frost melts away. Evangeline was curious how the Prince of Diamonds, undead as he was, was coping in the warmth of day.

"Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--"

The buzzing surrounding her increased in amplitude as more guests arrived by carriage, their monotonous vanity both intriguing and annoying, fascinating and boring, the superlatives beating against the boundaries in her skull. A waiter, clothed to mimic the image of a penguin, carried a tray of a bubbly pink wine. Evangeline snatched a glass, sipping as she stood at the outskirts of the crowd, merely observing, curious as to the ulterior motives of this gathering. Surely something else must be up. A war was always lingering above them, especially since the power struggle became more obvious and desperate. It was imminent, but Evangeline knew better than to instigate a battle over the right of kings. It was curious, how each royal addressed those from other lands, a wary feeling thicker than hot wax forming a viscous tension.

"And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

It was impossible to be certain of what was going to happen, but with each sip of the wine Evangeline became more and more aware that it wasn't going to be good. She supposed the point of the party was not to know, but knowing what one does not know could prevent overreaction, could prevent the boiling over of the pot, but not the revenge of the boiling sea.

Before Evangeline could sing the next lines to herself, it began. She heard the screams before she saw the body, the corpse releasing a few drops of blood before stabilizing above the crowd. Evangeline almost swore she heard the crack in the girl's neck. Immediately, she scanned the crowd for Prudentius, the Prince of Diamonds. How he reacted could determine how every other royal saw him. He was near the Princess of Hearts, the ditziest of the royals, according to Evangeline. With her around, the Prince's reaction would never be enough, but perhaps a reaction at all would suffice.

She exhaled sharply. The sea had begun to boil.


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Image Spadille was easiest to find the moment she had walked into the area. He sorta felt a bit more at ease when she found him through the sea of people. He had just finished his tea, when a body had fallen from a tree swinging from a rope. Sure anyone else would have panicked and lost there heads over this, but Spades found it a work of heart, someone just wanted to show off, not for the fun of art, but for the fun of the show. This displeased Spades deeply.

When Spadille reached him, he reached out with his free hand and took her hand that held the knife. Pulling her into him closely, he turned the blade so it wouldn't stab either of them, but it was hidden from the people behind his clothing. "My dear, this is not how we handle things. You know of this from I." His voice sharp, but calm.

The sight of the dead body didn't faze him, he was more concerned about image. He was a Prince and she was his Adviser, to him this is not how they should act in front of others. Putting his tea cup down, without the clank of the cup hitting the saucer, he took the knife out of Spadille's hand with a gentle touch. His face calm and composed he bent down and put it back into her boot, where she had put it. But he made it look as if he was fixing his own shoe.

Without the other's seeing much he fixed her gown, taking cloth from his own he made a bow out of it around the blood spot on her gown. To cover up the mess. Now he looked her straight in the eyes, sliding his finger down her hair, fixing it back into place. His long pale finger slid down her jaw and stopped at her chin. In a way it was how he tried to calm her. Dropping his hand he looked over at the body, bored with it already. "Perhaps if we stay there will be more to the little show." He tilted his head just slightly, letting his long hair shift over his shoulder.

Image Val's invite to the party came in about a week early, mainly because no one ever knows where his next location would be. So he was given it at the first chance anyone had got. To find his shop's location, you'd be considered very lucky and it was fated you be there. It was a simple Victorian style home. Shop at the bottom and his home at the top. Everything was filled with fancy items, some older than you like to think. There was even a spot filled with nothing but books and a little place for you to read them at.

Val is a many of many mysterious, only few know about him and of him. From his shop, only a couple dare to talk to him. But as for today things might change, this was a good chance for him to get to know others and find some great traders. This was a rare opportunity and one that he will take hands down. Deciding what he would wear, it was a black victorian suit, with a few ruffles here and there. It was clean and fit his long body perfectly.

After he had decided that he looked perfect, he made his way out the door and onto the party. It took him a while before he got there, it seemed that when he did, the crowd of people was left in screams and shambles. A light chuckle slipped through his lips. "Talk about a scream of -" The scent of a dead woman surrounded his lips and nose, the scent was fresh and it had cut his words clear off.

His was green eyes turned into the color of copper. The blood on the body was fresh, it made his skin slightly crawl in excitement. Before he could find himself walk towards the smell, he was already standing next to the body. His fingers already touching the poor dead girls body. But there was another smell, a smell of a man covering her scent, it wreaked. It made him step back and cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. "It would seem, my lady, that your death would be save from I, my dear."

Val wasn't in the slightest worried about whether people would think of him as the killer. Mainly because it wasn't his style of killing. To them he was only a Trader, that was all. Only a few knew of his secrets, but also knew he was a decent man when it came to his, choice of meals presay. Moving away from the body, he could help but feel like something was missing from it.

Once his sense because clear from the body, a new scent made his body shift. It was of someone he knew very well, but hasn't seen since the man was a boy. Prudentius. He knew the Prince was alright, he couldn't smell any cuts or bruises, he was perfect as always, but still his nerves want to be 100 percent sure. Slowly this time, he made his way through the crowd and over to the Prince. With a bow of his head he smiled kindly. "Pardon my instructions." Though the Princess of Hearts was before them, his attentions was set on Prudentius. "There is something that I must check, it would only be a moment."

Without a word, without asking. Val, only overlooked the Prince from head to toe. Making for sure he was fine. He wasn't trying to be a parent to the boy, nor was he being a friend in care. The two always had a bond with one another, that no one could explain. It wasn't what one might call love, but a bond much more than that. It was something they had always had, from the moment they first met each other. With another smile, but this smile was of relief, he nodded satisfied and bowed once again. "Thank you and do excuse me. I believe this party has become over exciting."

People started to shove in panic, and just before someone could get shoved into the Prince, Val had shifted his body right behind him, a slight grunt slipped from his lips. But he caught hold of the Prince by the waist, in a graceful and polite way, so neither of them would fall. "Forgive me Sire." He smile slightly as he spoke, his words near the Prince's ear.

There he was protecting him once again, it was as if the past years had never happened. It was like it was back in the older days. It felt a bit nice, but he didn't want Prudentius to be uncomfortable. Slowly he started to let go and step back, helping the woman who had fell, back to her feet, turning his attention away from the Prince, only for but a moment. "There you go Miss. All is well."