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

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Soul smirked. "You're so close to the truth, it's weird. Anyways, I'm Soul Evans..." He muttered and looked at the cat she was holding. "Who are you...?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He relaxed slightly, beginning to trust this girl slightly. The fish was back at the surface of the water and he watched it swim lazily through the water.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia listened as the boy said his name and laughed, dashing away. Like a swift little jungle cat, she leapt to the cap of the mushroom, whilst Toppy lazily evaporated and appeared beside her. Sitting on the mushroom, she looked down to Soul, a mischievious little grin on her face. "Ah; you have a lot to learn. Rule numero uno of being an Alyssian: never reveal your name to someone before you now their's. Then again, demons aren't too clever!" Giggling, she rolled onto her back, looking to the clouds and the bright midday sun. Toppy waddled to her stomach and sat down, rolling onto his back so he too was looking to the skies. She remembered she hadn't introduced herself, and she looked to Soul, eyes dancing in delight and amusement. 'He did trust you enough to tell you his name; perhaps you should return the favor.' Laughing in her semi-insane manner, Tamilia stood on the top of the mushroom, looking down at Soul with her hands on her hips. "Well, Mr. Soul, I think it's only fair if I, too, introduce myself!" Taking a running start, she leapt from the mushroom cap, flipping through the air easily before landing in front of the boy. As her feet hit the ground, she took her top hat off in one hand, and put the other out beside her. Tamilia bowed deeply, then stood straight, looking to the boy and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Tamilia Jennica Madigan, of the royal Madigan line, at your service!"

(( OOC: Made the post better, Cara ^-^ ))

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Soul narrowed his eyes at the jab about demons. When she lept off of the rock and bowed, he smirked. She's a natural born acrobat... He thought to himself and adjusted his head band. "Well, Tamilia, you have some interesting moves." He said, grinning like a Cheshire. Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, he spotted the small fish again. What an interesting fish... I guess that's what you get in Wonderland. He thought, sitting on the ground and laying on his back. He watched the clouds float by lazily and adjusted his bangs again.

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[ OOC: If I understood this right, Nyamh was the one to reply to me? Else, I'll just edit my post ]

Sitting up and drying her eyes, she closed her hand and held it towards the sky. ”I swear! I swear Thorn god, that if you don't stop bothering me, I'll stop believing in you!” She then started cackling like an evil mastermind, before stopping, when she reliazed what an image she gave out. Then she – even though she tried very hard not to – started to crack up and before she knew it, she was laughing and rolling on the ground so hard, that tears were coming out of her eyes and she hiccupped. Stopping when she was laying on the side, she sat up, before noticing her clothes were all dusty. She rose and tried to brush it off, before making it into something like a dance – which also could look like she had ants in her pants. Then she looked up, when someone adressed her. She tried to look like a representable lady. But since the hood had fallen down, her hair was in a mess, she had dust all over and the person in front of her surely had seen her dance, she shrugged and gave up. Then she looked off to the side, before muttering – somewhat disoriented – a thin explanation.

”I fell.” She nodded, like that was all that had happened. Well, it wasn't really a lie. Then she whipped her head up to meet the others eyes. ”O-oi! I'm not a kid you know! I'm..” she stopped, when she realized she didn't know how old she was. Crouching, she started counting on her fingers and mumblings dates and happenings. When she realized, she only had count on ten, she tried to use the fact that the Mad Hatter had hold three birthdaysparties for her. But that fell to the ground, when she – out loud – muttered that the Mad Hatter held parties nearly everyday! Then her shoulders fell and she gave up finding an age. She doodled a little in the ground with her finger, before looking up. ”I'm not a kid..” she muttered sadly, before noticing the small cat behind the woman in front of her.

A large grin came onto her face and she jumped towards the cat, grabbed it and rolled onto her back, holding it into the air. ”Sooo cuuteee!” She whined, before her two ears twitched slightly and the tail appeared from where ever it had been. Then she looked up at the lady, when she presented herself. ”Nice to meet you!” Then she sat down the cat and stood up, before pointing at the lady. ”Wait a minute! I've heard about you! Or.. the last name Silverpaw anyways. Can't remember where...” She stood a few seconds in wonder, before shrugging and handing out a wanted poster with her face on, like some bussiness card. ”I'm Serena Lynch! I don't really have a fancy title to go by..” The last part was muttered sadly.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia giggled as Soul spoke, taking a small leap back and putting her hat back on. "Why thank you! I am of the Madigan line; we're swift and flexible; natural killers, you know." She tapped the hilt of a dagger - which was stuck in her top hat - and grinned, watching the boy slip lazily to the ground and lay down. Smiling, she walked toward the 'sewing tree', weaving her way around the vine-like branches and watching the sewing needles shimmer in the sun. It was unusually beautiful: the different fabrics and spools of threads fluttered around her, some of the tones matching the vibrantly-coloured streaks in her hair. The sewing needles and knitting needles chimed as they tinkled against each other, reflecting the brilliant colours of the world around onto the young girl, dressed in black and white. Carefully, Tamilia sat by the water's edge, across the spring from Soul. She began to french braid her hair, entwining the yellow, teal, purple, and pink streaks with her main colour of dark brown. "How long have you been travelling, Soooul...?" She inquired, voice almost eerily song-like. As she finished the braid, she gently tugged a strand of polka-dotted ribbon from the tree, tying both the top and bottom of the braid so it would stay in place. When she finished, Tamilia rested her hands behind herself, looking to Soul with her wide, bewildered-looking eyes.

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Soul looked up at her and shrugged lightly. "Not traveling so much as running." He said, sitting up and propping himself up with his arms. "I used to be a Redd, but I eventually saw how cruel the Queen was and left. She's been tracking me ever since." Then he grinned like a Cheshire. "I think I'm so valuable because I can turn into a weapon. But that's just me speculating." He said with a shrug.

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Seph narrowed his eyes, making a mental note to swap horses. He slapped the reins against the horse, ordering it to speed up. He smirked, the horse gaining up on Horton. He let out a laugh as he passed Horton and Finn by only a few centimeters. "Really, now?" Seph galloped onthe horse, retaining his speed as he did.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia growled as he spoke; if there was one person she detested more than the one who took the last tarty tart, it was Redd. She drew a longer dagger from her hat - since it was longer, it was strapped to the side - and spun it around her wrist, catching the hilt in her long fingers. Snarling, she turned to Soul, looking much more frightening than moments ago. "I swear, when I see that blasted queen, I shall slice her limb from limb! Then, I will hack her own cranium off, and I shall laugh aloud!" As her angry words were produced, they took on a Scottish accent - just as her father's words had. As if to prove the point of her killing skills, though, she spun a tight circle, releasing the short sword as she did. It flew over Soul - narrowly missing his head - and speared into the trunk of the mushroom behind him, half of the sword buried in the fungus. Tamilia was still growling under her breath when Toppy licked at her fingers, and it was only then that she snapped from her state of pure fury. Clearing her throat, she looked to the ground, blinking a few times. "M-My sincerest apologizes, Soul. Redd has done enough damage to my life already; I hold the grudge of a thousand Alyssians against her." She corrected her top hat slightly and drifted past Soul, reaching out to the hilt of the sword and drawing it easily from the mushroom. "My apologizes, also, for potentially spooking you. My anger...runs away on me. A lot."

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||| Finnigan Jamison Odair |||

Finnigan watched Seph approach from the corner of his eye, his lips evolving from an irritated smirk to a grin. He hated having to always carry out orders; even a simple little race was fun for him. Horton, a naturally competitive horse, snapped his jaws at the other horse's shoulder, not to happy to be losing - even by such a small distance. Just to keep his horse from attacking, Finnigan sped him up slightly, keeping him alongside Seph's mount. "Slow down, kiddo; I gotta talk to you." Carefully, he slowed his horse, pulling the reins sharply to keep the stallion from biting at the other equine. He rubbed the back of his neck - he almost never wore his helmet, outside of battle - and sighed, looking to Seph with frustration. "Have you heard any word on that colourful girl? Y'know, the looney one?" Finnigan knew he was pushing the patience of his fellow Redds; ever since their instructors had been killed during their 'test', he'd been after the girl who'd conducted the attack. The other soldiers always mocked him and made up rumors - from Fin liking her to the pair being long-lost siblings - but Fin was completely determined to track and kill the girl. "The trail went cold, again. I keep losing track of her."

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Soul touched the hair on the top of his hair gently, seeing that none of it was missing. "No need to apologize, I feel the same way." He said coolly and stood up. Just then he heard a twig snap behind him and he spun, arm morphing into a scythe blade, but not completely morphing into his weapon form. "Who's there?" He growled, arm glinting sinisterly. A bird flew through the trees and he sighed, relaxing slightly.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia examined the blade as she withdrew it from the mushroom: it was coated with the off-white, pastey 'sap' of the mushroom. She sighed, and was about to turn around when she heard Soul speak. Hearing the twig previously snap as well, she whirled around, sword slashing at the nearby foliage. But, as the now severed vines and branches fell to the ground, it only revealed more forestry. Sighing, she finally turned to face Soul, only to see his arm was now a long, slightly curved blade. "What in the name of a jabberwocky...?" Tamilia said, puzzled, as she tilted her head. Cautiously, she stepped forward, wiping the mushroom 'sap' from her sword as she moved toward the boy. With a careful hand, she touched her blade to Soul's arm, lifting it slightly. She suddenly began to circle the boy, examining him, poking him here and there, seeing if any other part of him changed. Once she was satisfied that there was nothing different - aside from his arm - Tamilia stepped away, letting Toppy scurry up to her shoulder and perch there. "You're very peculiar," She said with a foolish grin; her tone was sincere and friendly, as if she wished to be like Soul. "You can morph into a weapon; that is quite curious. I have this." Taking her hat off, she spun it on her finger, before flattening it. The things sticking out of it fell to the ground, but the hat's edges became sharper than a sword's edge. "Weapon hats run in the Madigan history," Tamilia said with a shy smile, turning away. With an expert hand, she threw it like a frisbee, watching it slice clean through the trunk of a mushroom and return to her. She grinned to Soul, plopping into the grass on her knees and looking up to him. "We're both weird, I suppose. Good company for each other."