.:Wonder:. (Alice In Wonderland Rp:Semi-Lit)

[corpsewallet]

((Black Sabbath-When I accepted you,I said your female character wasn't accepted.
Blubby- When I said four sentences,I didn't mean a two liner,It's Semi-lit,so could you please write a little more? ^^
Recap please?))

{{Calm down. I edited it, there's no need to bite my head off, okay?}}

[Hug a jellyfish.]

(( Oops sorry!!! Delphi talks alot anyways! Bahaha. ))

Delphi simply sat on her branch. 'Anything half human is idiotic! Un-sensible creatures....! They're ridiculous, just walking through these woods, ALONE, at that! Redds are everywhere these days! Ducks... stupid little fluffy, ridiculous ducks! Mrrrrooow, duuucks' she thought angrily then went into a daze. She licked her lips, 'I could do quite well with a bird right now!' She kept her want in mind, but she had to keep going. A cardinal was about five feet away and quite plump at that. She crept silently towards the bird, when a screech frightened the bird and sent it flying away. "Really?!" She hissed loudly. Delphi jumped down from the branch and sat down on a large rock. "When nothing goes right, go left. Bahaha," she laughed at herself and decided to change directions. Delphimiter skipped towards the opposite direction, not exactly the direction she came from, but a little to the left of the trail, which wasn't exaclty on a trail, but a worn-out path. "A mouse in her room woke Miss Dowed, she was frightened--and it must be allowed, Soon a happy thought hit her-- To scare off the critter-- She sat up in bed and meowed! That's actually a quite good one if I do say so myself! Bahahaha!!!" Delphi skipped on, thinking of more silly limericks to amuse herself with.

[Quackzilla!]

||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia slipped silently through the brush of the Mushroom Forest; it was like a regular forest, but it housed larger-than-life mushrooms, talking flowers, a whimsical creatures...not to mention a lot - if not all - of the Underland Alyssians. She was nearly unnoticable as she stalked through the undergrowth - her multi-colored and neon hair kept her relatively camoflaged against the bright colors around her. Her Cheshire Cat kitten, Toppy, scampered after the girl, pace both swift and silent like Tamilia's own. Some called her cruel for keeping a 'Ches' as a pet, but she found nothing cruel about it; she was caring well for the creature, just as he kept her company when no one else would. When she did make friends with her 'display' attitude - strict, work-oriented, hard-headed - and then became her old, quirky self around them, they often left. It wasn't her fault her mother had been a loon, nor that her father had been a Millinery man - it had simply happened. She shook her head - who did she need other than Toppy? - and continued on her way, a bit faster than before.

Tamilia slowed as she finally arrived to her location: a clearing, where a medium-sized mushroom overlooked a crystal-clear pool. Above that, a most peculiar tree grew; though it had the twisted vine-like branches of a weeping willow, its blossom were that of a sewing kit. Needles, balls of yarn, rolls of fabric and even thimbles hung from the branches, swaying gently in the cool wind. Smiling, Tamilia carefully made her way to the tree, which reminded her completely of her mother: the quirky designer, the magnificent hatter, and the most tea-party loving woman Tamilia had ever met. Carefully, she took a few pins from the tree, as well as a roll of vibrant, multi-colored fabric. Taking her hat off, she nestled her supplies into it, then slunk back to the mushroom and sat against its 'trunk'. Toppy, however, wandered by the water's edge, mewing curiously as he batted at a playing card-scaled fish. Toppy had yet to 'get a voice'; for the present, he was just a kitten, mewing and playing without a non-instinctual thought. Tamilia watched him a moment, then pulled a dress from her waistcoat - it must have been very comical for one to see, seeing as how the dress was so long that it should seem impossible to keep with her, let alone hide. She began to shred the fabric and add to the patch-work dress, picking up a song-like poem with her melodic and almost humorful voice.

"Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird;
And dead: it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness' sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat:
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother!"

(( OOC: I'll post with Fin when I know where the other soldiers are ^-^
Pictures aren't mine. ))

[DrakElias]

((Prussia is here!))
Jaye Vinzeno
Crimson eyes stared through the woods, searching for anything of interest. Enter Jaye Vinzeno, member of the Redd Court of the Queen.

Willing killers, that's what they call the Redd. Willing to kill for the Queen. Jaye heard mumbling above him, and he glanced upwards. A purple cat - Chesire cat - the boy thought dimmly. Something about ducks...

He pulled a small dagger from his boot, standing. "Come out, cat. Order of the Queen."

Nyamh Silverpaw
A flash of gold flitted through the trees, followed by a black feline figure. Sea green eyes laughed as she hurried towards the nearby village.

She heard some screetching and skidded to a halt. Nyamh saw a girl with a bit of a problem. "Hey, kid. What happened?"

Zim - the cat - paused behind his master, staring at the girl.

"You seem to be in a bit of a jam." Nyamh chuckled at her quip and stood straighter. "I am Nyamh Silverpaw. Witch and Illusionist extrordenaire."

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Seph watched his horse rest, raising an eyebrow. He would wait for around ten minutes before heading back to catch up with the others. He took his sword from his hilt, and shifted it in his hand, enjoying the feel of the sword. He tossed it in his hands back and forth, wearing a smirk. He decided to take his dagger out of his pocket and began to throw it toards a nearby tree, aiming for the center.

[Hug a jellyfish.]

Delphi gave a Mrroow of laughter and amusement, "Hello Redd," she lept down. "I have no intentions of following-" and the exact same voice of the Redds' " The order of the Queen." Delphi went back to her own voice, "Anyways, you can't capture something... that doesn't exist..." Delphi's body evaporated, leaving her head to mock the Redd. "Down with the queen!" Her head was gone to join her body as soon as she spoke the words into the Redd's ear.

[beekind]

(( I wasn't biting your head off,at least,I wasn't trying to...
Alright,guys,new rule: Don't go more than 3 pages unless at least 4 people are online for the RP))

Aisly hung upside down from the gnarled branch of an old oak tree.There were Redds in the forest,some quite near to the grove where she hung,and they'd be upon her in minutes,but she didn't care. The blue clad young woman was looking for a fight,especially with a few particular Redds. They'd drug away and murdered one of the most prominent Alyssians,The Blue Catterpillar and had him beheaded in front of the queen,not even three weeks ago. Catterpillar had been more than her friend,though. He'd almost been the father she never had as well as a mentor in the Alyssian ways.

Though she was up side down,her hair and clothes remained perfectly in place as if she hadn't moved from the ground. The girl checked the large gold pocket watch that hung around her neck,the only article of clothing she owned that wasn't blue. She gave a tiny smirk and began singing to herself. "Twas Brillig in the slithy toves,did gyre and gimble in the wabe,All mimsy were the Borogroves and the Momewraths,outgrabe...

[Quackzilla!]

||| Finnigan Jamison Odair |||

Finnigan snarled angrily, thrusting his sword at an Alyssian warrior. The man - it looked male, at least - quickly side-stepped, clashing his own sword against the Redd soldier's. He growled once more and crashed himself into the Alyssian, his broad shoulder like the front end of a transport truck to the smaller fighter. The warrior stumbled back over and yelped, falling over a rock with an audible SNAP. Grinning maliciously, Fin looked to the boy's ankle, which was bent twenty ways from Sunday. "Oh dear, tsk tsk tsk...someone needs the hospital tent! Oh, that's right...you made the empty-headed decision of attacking me!" The man whimpered excuses, and pleas, and anything he thought would save him. But, it was all the same in the end. Snickering, Finnigan kneeled beside the boy, one of his knees pinning the warrior down by the chest. He carefully traced the tip of his sword under the boy's chin; not enough to cut him, but enough to taunt the obviously good as dead Alyssian. "And then, the lights flickered..." He narrated, thrusting the sword into the boy's skull. It wasn't enough to kill him, but send him into an epileptic state, as the Redd soldier stood over the boy. Twisting the hilt about his hand, he held it with both hands, and sent it into the man's chest. "...and finally went out...for good."

When the man's twitching stopped, Finnigan withdrew his bloodied weapon, staring down at his kill as he rested the sword over his shoulder. The warrior had bit his own tongue - as well as started foaming at the mouth - and his mouth was full of a bloody, off-white mixture of bodily fluids. Grinning, Finnigan backed off, stalking toward a patch of moss. He carefully wiped his blade free of blood, and then did the same with his armor. He winced, though, as he looked to his leg; the Alyssian had slashed it, and although it wasn't too big, it still hurt like a bugger. Snorting, Fin turned toward his horse, Horton. Not the fiercest name, but a fierce horse indeed: the eight-legged stallion was packed with muscle - not to mention the fact that he could outwit a Cheshire Cat in a millisecond - and his eerie glowing eyes were the only things visible when hiding in a dense fog. Slinging himself into the saddle, Finnigan slid his sword back into its holster, whilst one hand clutched the saddle horn and the other held the reins. With a single click, the stallion was off, all eight of his long legs working on full-power to propel himself and the rider deeper into the forests of Underland.

The whole reason Finnigan had been dueling - and in this whole predicament - was because he had been reading. His fellow Redds had gotten mad at him, because he read so much and ignored them, that they had abandoned him at their old campsite when he wasn't paying attention. It was cruel, but at least he knew their travelling patterns, and how far off they would be by now. It wasn't long before he came across a straggler, and he whoa'ed Horton, how stopped with a snort. "Thanks for abandoning me," He growled harshly, tugging on the reins and Horton impatiently paced. Finnigan glared to Seph with a dagger-like gaze, muscles tensed. "You guys could have at least left me a note or something."

[||Anberlin||]

Hakuro bend over and stared into the water. She twitch her ears a few times and said, "Hmmm I haven't seen the queens puppets today. They must be going around and trying to obey every commands of that witch." She rolled her eyes and turn towards the woods. "Haven't really seen anyone, come to think of it."

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Seph wasn't too surprised once he heard Finn's voice, but it did catch him off guard. He turned around, narrowing his eyes at Finn. He snorted demonically. "We knew you'd just snap at us for interrupting, besides, you've abandoned us more than once." He retorted coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. His horse had started to feel uneasy, which was usual. He slipped his dagger into his pocket, and climbed onto his horse. He flailed the reins to get the horse alert. "Do you want to head back, or not?" He asked, keeping his eyes on Finn.