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

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Soul followed Tamilia loyally.

The boys harassing her made him grind his teeth together, resisting the urge to pick each of them up by the front of their shirts and beat them senseless.

After they left, he continued after her, following her white sleeves.

When she told him to stay outside the tent, he nodded.

Listening to the two speak, he started when the general yelled for him to come in.

His old army instincts kicked in and he walked inside, standing as stiff as a board.

Looking at the man, then to Tamilia, he was obviously worried.

Suppressing his emotions, he put on an expressionless face and nodded respectfully to the general.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia smiled as Soul entered, beaming happily, until the general yanked her back by her arm. She could hear the metallic clangs of soldiers taking their swords out, and even some loading AD52s. With a yelp, she yanked free of the general's arm, dashing to stand before Soul in an attempt to protect him. Turning to face the general - and the other soldiers - she froze; there were at least fifteen soldiers, all with weapons, and those weapons were pointed directly at both her and Soul. General Doppelganger growled at Soul, then his eyes went to Tamilia, practically freezing her in place. "Get away from him! He's dangerous! He's killed millions of us!" The girl snarled and folded her arms, eyes narrowed in fury. "Millions? That's an exaggeration. Besides, he's not a Redd any more. He said so." The general grinded his teeth, taking a step closer to the pair. The soldiers behind him shifted their weapons uneasily, trying to find a clear shooting angle if they needed to attack. "How do you know he isn't lying!?" Doppelganger hissed, reaching for the girl's arm once more. But, Tamilia drew away, anticipating the move. "Because he said he loves me. Any Redd wouldn't have feelings like that." The room when silent, and Doppelganger looked taken aback, as if someone had slapped him across the face. "...fine," He snarled, whirling away. The soldiers quickly sheathed their weapons, though quite a few were scowling at Soul. "But, if you want to house this boy, I'm sending a guard with you." Tamilia growled, but nodded sharply, whirling on her own heels and storming out of the tent. "Fine. You know where I'll be."

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Soul turned heel and followed Tamilia.

He remained close by her side, not really liking the idea of the camp anymore.

Seeing their guard start to follow them, he ground his teeth together, but said nothing.

"This is ridiculous..."

He whispered in her ear and crossed his arms firmly over his chest.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia heard Soul's voice and gave a frustrated sigh, shrugging slightly and rubbing her temple. "It isn't, really. I mean, if someone had killed your neighbour and then the killer wanted to move into their house, how would you react...?" She bit her lip, realizing the boy might be offended, and shot him an apologetic look. "Uhm, sorry; bad example. But...ever since my dad left, the General has been a bit like a father to me. Very stern, yes, but he tries. My father was a very good friend of him." Tamilia stopped outside a vibrant tent, which stood out from the other blandly-coloured ones. The fabric for the 'walls' was thick and obviously protective, but it was as soft as it was strong. She tossed her head toward the tent with a smile and slunk inside, lighting a few oil lamps and candles here and there. The interior of the tent was just as vibrant as the tent's walls, with a sitting area in the center, a dining table, and a small fire pit for cooking in the farthest corner. There were also three ajoining flaps, which housed the rooms. "Taa daa," Tamilia said with a grin, flopping into one of the plush, slightly overstuffed chairs. A sudden rustle at the door made her start, but the 'guard' walked in: a soldier she knew as 'Dio'. "Greeaat," She hissed, obviously not amused. "We're stuck with you." The boy - around Tamilia's age, or a year higher - snickered, resting his hands on his hips as he looked from Soul to the girl. "Oh, don't act too excited, dear."

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Soul stood by Tamilia's chair, eyeing the guard.

He didn't like the way he spoke to Tamilia.

After a few minutes of sizing the boy up, he took a seat in a chair across from Tamilia and stroked Toppy's ears quietly.

He pulled his hair band off of his forehead and let it rest around his neck.

Tapping his foot quietly on the plush carpet, he looked around.

For a tent, it was a nice place.

One of the best he had seen, and he had been in some of the best when he was a Redd general.

His gaze returned to the guard and his eyes narrowed.

Soul wasn't exactly thrilled by his presence.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia watched Soul and smirked; he was always looking out for her. Dio, on the other hand, wasn't caring so much about the boy. The girl sunk deeper into the chair, eyeing the soldier as he plopped onto a chair and crossed his legs. "Weren't you supposed to leave tonight? Y'know, to go 'foil the Redds' or something?" Tamilia's voice was cold and icy, as was her expression, but Dio just snickered. "Aww, you know I could never stay away from you. Kidding; Doppelganger wanted me to stay, because apparently someone doesn't know when to come back to the village." Tamilia hissed at the boy and stood from her chair, but instead of attacking, she sat on the arm of Soul's chair. She smirked to Dio, obviously figuring out some plan. "You're just jealous that I got a better shooting score when we were testing the AD52s." That seemed to trigger the boy, as he growled, hand slowly moving to the hilt of his sword. The girl, on the other hand, stiffled laughter. "I had a black eye, idiot. I couldn't see properly." Tamilia just laughed, leaning slightly on Soul as the boy eyed both her and Soul. But, he grinned, and leaned back into the chair. "Besides, Doppelganger still likes me a lot more than you. Since I don't bring physcopaths into the village on a daily basis."

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Soul rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the boy.

His voice was cold, but slightly sarcastic.

"You want pshycopath? I'll give you pshychopath."

He said, narrowing his eyes at him.

Seeing his hand by his sword hilt he laughed.

"Go ahead. Try it."

His tone grew icy, almost deadly serious.

"I. Dare. You."

He snarled.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia growled as the boys bickered, but stood when Soul invited Dio to a fight. Dio, however, was already on his feet, and was charging at Soul with his sword raised. With a grunt, the girl withdrew her sword from the scabbard on her hip, swinging it to offset the soldier's swing. Caught offgaurd, Dio forced his weapon into Tamilia's, and she snarled, swinging her blade so Dio's was thrust to the ground. It speared into the carpet - and into the ground - with a metallic clang, and the 'Hatter' glared at the soldier, who was bewildered beyond word's description. "Get out of here. Before I tell Doppelganger you attacked a guest." The boy froze, and she screamed, throwing the sword back and swinging it toward the boy in a downward arc. "NOW!" Dio yelped and dodged the blade, skidding onto the village's road and running toward the military tents. Panting softly, Tamilia fell to her knees, sheathing her swords and staring at the carpet. She glanced up to Soul, eyes as hard and cold as stone. "They don't trust you, Soul. And trying to fight a soldier like that isn't going to gain any." With a heavy sigh, she stood, and unbuckled the scabbard-belt and tossed it - sword and all - onto the nearest couch. Muttering to herself, she wandered to the 'kitchen', putting a kettle over the fire and laying on the unusually soft carpet. "Do you drink tea...?" Tamilia asked softly, though her voice was still gruff with anger.

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Soul sighed and watched her sadly.

He didn't respond for a few moments when she asked him about the tea.

"No. Thanks though."

He muttered gruffly, wanting to apologize, but not wanting to make her more angry by talking.

Looking at the spot where the boy's sword pierced the carpet, his eyes hardened.

The soldiers here were just as bad at the Redds.

Cold, angry, no respect.

He hated people like that.

His arm morphed and he sliced the sword in half with a grunt.

He stood up and with his other arm, pulled the sword out of the carpet.

"Sorry 'bout that."

He muttered finally and sat back down.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia nodded acknowledgingly as Soul spoke, resting her hands behind her head. The gentle whistle of the kettle began to sound in the air, and she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She could remember, vividly, the tea parties she and her mother would have. They were never truly proper; usually, they would be moving about so much that the tea ended up mostly on the ground instead of in their mouths. Cheshires loved to lounge about with the pair, and there was always a commotion at the gatherings. To one who wasn't in on their conversations, their words would be a mish-mash of scientific ways to melt ice and 'home-grown' remedies for a jabberwock cut. Either way, both of the girls would come home laughing so hard they were crying, which would, in turn, make Hatter Madigan himself chuckle. Blinking back to reality, Tamilia cursed, hearing the now screeching whistle of the kettle and the water overflowing into the fire pit. "Son of a banshee!" She cursed, removing the kettle and placing it on a wooden table. On the table, there was a wide array of cups, and an even wider array of odd bowls, leaves, bags, spoons, grains, sugars, milks and syrups. After mixing up a seemingly satisfying cup of tea, Tamilia returned to where Soul sat, sitting across from him and tentatively sipping her tea. Glancing to him, she sighed, managing a half smile. "It's...it's alright, I suppose. We'll just hope Dio doesn't go rat on us. Well, me. Or you. Or both of us. Perhaps all three of us. Four...including Toppy."