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Twi frowned curiously as he walked around the world he had now wound up in. "What in the?" He asked turning to the mirror he had walked through behind him now. "Ok what stupidity is this?" He asked as he walked down the path in front of him.
This place seemed oddly familiar almost like he had heard of it before in a dream or something he couldn't place.
He frowned looking for someone or something that could give him answers."
Evelyn was quiet as she made her way through the jungle of the Vale Of Tears. Everything had regrown by this time, and she knew she must keep it safe and protected. She walks down the path, following the new source of power she'd felt not too long ago. She kept her hand resting on the hilt of her Vorpal blade, no longer the bloody kitchen knife that it once was. Now it was a full sword, intricately carved with floral patterns, and the blade held a slightly blue glow.
She made her way through the trees, rapidly floating branch to branch. She was following the path of this new arrival. She'd felt raw power. Something completely unfamiliar to her. Strength not to be underestimated.
She ties her hair back as she finds the source of power walking down the path opposite her. She climbs up further into the trees, making her way to the other path, but out of sight as she watched the new arrival. A man.. She didn't know him nor trust him, but he seemed to be traveling alone.
"Halt." She finally calls out to him, making her presence known. "State your name and reason for intrusion." She drops down, blocking his path. A woman with dark hair, and silver armor over a blue dress. She had her sword sheathed at her hip. A warrior.
"No sudden moves. Lest you wish to be cut down where you stand by my Vorpal blade. It goes snicker-snack and leaves you dead. I am the protector of this realm and you are an unwelcomed guest. How did you find Wonderland?" She rests her hand on her blade, tapping the hilt with her fingertips. Awaiting a response.
Right now, However, this man was a stranger, and looked to be a threat, if the aura he gave off was anything to go by. She kept her eyes on him, blocking him from moving anywhere else in the dense forest.
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Evelyn was quiet, watching from the highest tower in Wonderland's Pale Realm. She grasped her key pendant, tightly, seeing the flood of red in the distance. Soldiers.. Cora. They didn't appear to be moving. She makes her way down the stairs of the tower, heels clicking gently on the stone steps.
She knew something had been brewing, she could feel the tension in the air. The amount of red scouts too that she had found skulking around her realm told her as much. What she wasn't expecting, as she makes it back to the main castle was the ground shaking under her feet. And cannon fire.. Her eyes widen and she runs to the window to look and see what's going on. Ships on frozen seas, cannons going off, breaking her beautiful palace.. She was in shock, feeling a hand on her arm, tugging her back and away from the windows. She turns, green eyes meeting bright blue. He steps back, and gestures for her to follow.
"Your highness, it's dangerous. The Red Queen and her men are attacking the castle. We must get you out of here." Percival speaks, and leads her down endless hallways.
She doesn't take her eyes off of him at all. "What could she possibly want this time?" She asked, following him into the library, seeing the chandelier drop and hit the ground, shattering itself and several desks. The endless rows of bookshelves wobbled, before tipping over, spilling books everywhere.
"You. She wants you. She wants to forcefully control you and all of wonderland. She won't have you, not if I have anything to say about it." Percival speaks, opening a hidden door and ushering her through and closing it behind them. The room lights up in several shades of blue, mirrors adorning the walls. They warbled. "You must flee Wonderland, Evelyn. It's the only way to save wonderland and save yourself."
Evelyn takes a moment to stare at the many mirrors, before looking back at Percival. He nods to her before she approaches one of the mirrors, placing her hand on it and walking through. The air here felt different, she blinks for a moment, just looking around before looking back through the portal. Percival was waving, before closing the portals. He'd wait for her. She continues walking, down the sandy path, shedding her outer layers using her magic, outfit changing to something more suited to the heat.
As she's walking, she has this.. feeling of being watched. She looks around for just a second before continuing on her way. Wherever she was going. She had no idea where she was and she seemed to, so far, be the only person here.
She spoke too soon. A giant construct rushed over, raising a sword high above its head. Her eyes widen, gaze snapping to it. She vanishes as it swings, appearing nearby in a mass of fog and ice. Her gaze didn't leave it, taking a battle stance. She channels her magic, summoning a version of her vorpal blade, made of shadows and ice, to her hands. She blocks the next attack, swinging with her summoned weapon. "Fall to me, construct.." She whispers, and finishes it off, as two more appear. "Like a hydra." She huffs, her weapon vanishing and she uses her magic more to defend herself. She waves her hands, the ice and shadows combining to create shards, that she throws back at them, in an attempt to stagger them. "Get back! I'll not say it again! Foul creatures." It merely dents their armor but she knew it would be best to stagger them. She didn't know how many of these she could fight, so it was better to be on the defensive rather than offensive.
by Igor Svibilsky
“Even covered in snow the gardens are beautiful.”
“It’s so cold, but I need a breath of fresh air.”
“Come on, A bit of dancing will warm you right up.”
“I think there is a couple occupying the coat closet…”
“That’s the good thing about winter, the gardens are always quiet.”
“Even the roses are frozen.”
“Think of it this way, the champagne is always chilled.”
“Did they just forget to heat the dance hall, or were they expecting us to wear our coats all night?”
“Your hands are freezing!”
“I’d imagine even with layers, skirts are highly impractical in the snow.”
“Is this a Christmas party or…?”
“This is fun and all, but We’re going to be snowed in at this rate.”
“They are giving Sleigh rides in the garden.”
“They caught me making snow angels and now they think I’m drunk…”
“The dancefloor is crowded, let’s go for a walk.”
“Why are you out in the cold?”
“Really? Are you really going to throw snowballs?”
“Don’t you dare! These are my best clothes!”
“I’m not going out there. I dressed for fashion, not practicality.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“People are giving gifts? I didn’t know we were giving gifts!”
“I didn’t know when I would see you next, so here.”
“Dancing in the snow seems romantic in theory, but treacherous in practice.”
“Look at all the couples using the cold as an excuse to cuddle. It’s gross.”
“Everything is silver and glittering.”
“From out here the lights in the windows seem so warm and inviting.”
“So you’d rather be out here getting frostbite than inside dancing and enjoying yourself?”
“Why am I here? You know I hate these things.”
“Booze and ice, what a good combination.”
“I stood under that mistletoe for 30 minutes hoping for some Christmas romance before giving up.”
“Oh sure, when I stand under the mistletoe nothing, but in the last five minutes about ten couples walked through.”
“I twisted my ankle on the icy steps, so now I can’t even dance.”
“We could always slip away, and slide in close to get warm.”
“Maybe you should warm your hands before asking anything to dance…”
“Look, it’s mistletoe.”
“You kiss them under the mistletoe, but you just laughed in my face.”
“It’s not a really a party until someone is stark naked passed out in the snow.”
The First Snowfall Starters
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❄ to throw a snowball at my muse
⛄ for my muse to try to convince yours to help build a snowman in the fresh snow
👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather.
👥 for our muses to go for a walk in the falling snow
👅 my muse drags yours out to try to catch snowflakes
🍵for your muse to make mine something warm to drink
🏂 for our muses to go out to snowboard/ski/sledding
🎥 for our muses to say “nah” and stay inside where it’s warm and watch a movie or something.
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Weather starters
“It feels fine to me.”
“How can you stand this weather?”
“It is way too hot out there/here.”
“Why didn’t you bring a coat?”
“You are not tracking mud inside!”
“Get inside before you freeze to death.”
“Don’t hug me, you’re all wet!”
“A little water never hurt anybody.”
“Come on, it’s just snow!”
“I need a ride, my car isn’t built for this weather.”
“I guess I’ll carry you so you don’t get your feet wet.”
“Please tell me you still have running water.”
“You’re not afraid of a little lightning, are you?”
“My house is flooded and I need a dry place to crash.”
“My good shoes are ruined!”
“Stop that, you’re getting water everywhere!”
“I bet I could ice-skate all the way home.”
“I almost died. No one should have to be out in this.”
“You can’t even drive well in good weather. Why would I ride with you now?”
“Are my legs still there? I can’t feel them.”
“I trusted you! You said it was warm out here.”
“Hold my hand. You’re so tiny I’m afraid this wind will blow you away.”
“Close the window!”
“Let’s wait until this stops.”
“Do not blame me if you catch a cold.”
“Aw, quit spoiling my fun. Snow is the best!”
“Do you really have to jump in every puddle we pass?”
“No, I don’t want to dance in the rain.”
“It too wet. Why don’t we do this another day?”
“I can’t see a thing in all this fog.”
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“If flesh regenerates, why not teeth?”
“For some reason god said, ‘let me build you anime style homegirl.’”
“[name],,, that’s so mean. Do it again!”
“It’s too late for cock.”
“Hold on I’m fighting other dads in the parking lot.”
“You’re about as charming as a stick of butter.”
“Stares at you with autism in my eyes.”
“It’s so pink I wanna eat it.”
“welcome back my love could I interest you in a cockroach?”
“[name], please just do better.”
“What do you want from me? Bananas are like my favorite vegetable.”
“Long division is EASY, remembering the order of the months of the year is hard.”
“I CANT I WAS BEING CHASED BY A VERY LARGE MAN, HES VERY SCARY AND VERY BIG AND HAS VERY BIG BOOBS.”
“CALLING ALL BOTTOMS..”
“This is not a nipple safe space.”
“Don’t leave me pookie wookie smitten kitten fruitcake…”
“Somebody tase him.”
“I’ve come to the unfortunate conclusion that I’d let springtrap fuck me.” “No.”
“he's a girl queen pussy boss,, if you know what i'm sayin'.”
“I want to shove my dick so far in that man he hard resets.”
“There’s a lot of hormones in here right now.”
"Brokkr's handiwork. He made this set for me." Evelyn replies, to his comment about the armor she was wearing. "I had it made to fight in the first Wonderland war, at least in this life. Dwarves... Skilled with their hands. They also crafted upgrades for my weapons, for a fee."
She was quiet though as she gets back into thinking, listening to Lucanis's words. "I will say, though, I do not think it to be a good idea to bring harm to the cat. He's a part of me, whether I like it or not. He's one of my oldest allies, here. Alongside Cain."
She hums. Where, indeed, would the cat go? "I remember he had a home at one point in the Vale of Tears. A little hole. Perhaps he took the key there.." Then she thought a little bit more.
"We'd have to brave the storm, normally, but, I can clear us a path out. We just need to get out of the palace and find the path." She begins walking down the path they came from, towards the exit. A pair of chess piece guards stood at the exit, looking down at her, before opening the doors.
She steps out into the cold, breathing in a soft shudder. Shadows and frost envelop her hands again, and she made an outward pushing motion, the snow clearing from the walkways. She pulls her hood up from the armor, to cover her ears from the cold.
She gazes up for a moment, seeing the soft glow of the apple tree in the distance, towering above all in Wonderland. She finds herself mesmerized for a moment, before blinking back to reality. "Focus, Evelyn.." She whispers to herself, and begins walking down the paved walkway.
"So, Lucanis. Do you have any questions? We have sort of a long walk ahead of us. Might as well pass the time while we walk.." She asked him, looking back at him. "And, um. Thank you for coming with me. It's been a while since I had company come with me into Wonderland. I deeply appreciate the help."
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lucanis Dellamorte ࿐ྂ
Lucanis watched the way the armor caught the light — not admiration so much as assessment, a habit etched into bone. Brokkr’s work carried a weight to it, a quiet confidence. It reminded him of blades forged for hands that expected not to return unbloodied.
❝Dwarves don’t waste effort,❞ he said at last, voice low, even as his boots crunched against the frost-bitten stone. ❝If they made it for war, it’ll hold. If they upgraded your weapons… they expected you to survive long enough to use them again.❞
Or die properly, Spite purred somewhere behind his eyes, pleased and sharp. Which is just as respectful.
Lucanis did not react outwardly. He never did.
At the mention of the cat, his gaze slid briefly to the shadows along the walls, as if expecting something to blink back at him. ❝I wasn’t planning on harming it, truly❞ the crow replied, a faint crease appearing between his brows. ❝Allies like that don’t come often. Especially the ones that stay.❞
Cats know where the bones are buried, Spite chimed. And they never tell— unless it amuses them.
The cold greeted them like an old enemy the moment they stepped outside. Lucanis adjusted his gloves, eyes tracking the way Evelyn pushed the storm aside, snow bending to her will. Magic always left a taste in the air — sharp, metallic, familiar.
❝Clearing a path like that…❞ he murmured. ❝You make it look easier than it is.❞
She’s lying to herself, Spite whispered, almost fond. About the cost. They always do.
His gaze followed hers, lingering on the distant glow of the apple tree, something unreadable flickering across his expression before discipline smothered it. When she asked if he had questions, Lucanis exhaled slowly, breath ghosting pale in the air. ❝I do, actually.❞ A pause — not hesitation, but care. ❝Wonderland remembers you, doesn’t it? Not just your footsteps… but your choices.❞
Ask her what it took from her, Spite urged. Ask what it will demand next.
Lucanis ignored that too, though his eyes softened just a fraction when she thanked him. ❝You didn’t have to ask twice,❞ he said quietly. ❝No one should walk places like this alone.❞ His gaze met hers briefly before shifting back to the path ahead. ❝And we’ve got time, like you said. Long walks have a way of loosening truths.❞
Evelyn nods in agreement. Dwarves never did waste effort. "It had to survive a dragon attack. He knew what he had to do. It even held through a coup and the second wonderland war. I trust Brokkr and Heitri with more than I trust others."
As he mentioned not wanting to harm the cat, she glanced back at him, trying to read his expression. Most held a hatred for the cat, but he was helpful in his own way.
"Solas taught me how to use my magic more precisely. Especially in Thedas. Taught me discipline. As such, it helps me here." She comments, wringing her hands and turning back to the path. "I sometimes wonder what he saw in me, and why he decided to help me.. He fell into a teacher role for me. Very quickly became my professor."
At his question, she goes quiet for a moment. "Wonderland is shaped by choices, yes. That tree is a marker for the first real choice I ever made, when humanity was given free will by Lucifer. It's a reminder of what I did. Along with every life after that."
"When I lived as Eve, my first life, I lived, for a time, in eternal paradise. I was created by the rib of my husband and the clay of Eden. Adam was infatuated with me when he met me. We did everything together. Taught me some things as well. He also gave me information. 'Remember, Eve. God says never to consume the fruit of the apple tree. It's the Tree Of Knowledge.'"
She takes another breath. "If only I'd heeded that warning. As Adam became more.. How to put it..? Objective. He began seeing me less like an equal and more someone to do whatever he wants. We frequently got into arguments. One day, I went for a walk. And I met.. him. An angel, Samael. Bright, beautiful Samael. We became fast friends."
"Whatever Adam didn't teach me, Samael would. Everything from animals, to plants. He would do whatever he could, too, to cheer me up if I was upset. Said he hated seeing me cry. Well, one night, I showed Adam what Samael had taught me. He told me to stay away from him. That he wasn't a good person. Stole his first wife or something like that. I don't know the details on that. But Samael was kind. It was hard to ignore him." She crosses her arms over her stomach.
"So, against Adam's wishes, I was drawn back to Samael. Told him what happened, one night, under the apple tree. He goes.. quiet. Then he plucks an apple from the tree, and approaches me again. He says, 'What if I told you there is a way for you to be free of him? You aren't happy with him. He makes you cry. And now you come here and tell me he doesn't want you to see me anymore?' Then he hands me the fruit. 'Take one bite, and we can leave. I can take you somewhere safe. Far away from here. We can be happy. They can start over with their plans for humanity.'"
"I took the apple. I accepted it. Just like that, every single sin humanity could ever be capable of. Every single good thing that humanity could ever be capable of. The concept of free will, to do what I want, when I want. And.. the ability to leave Adam, if I chose to." She breathes a shuddering sigh. "After I processed what the apple had done, I acted on instincts. One thing led to another. I hadn't intended on it. We were.. close. And we slept together, that night, underneath the tree."
"What happened after all of that was a blur. I returned to Adam, with news of my choice. I never got a chance to act on it, though. Samael was cast out of Heaven, down to the depths of Hell, we weren't told that. And we were cast out of heaven, down to Earth. I found out later I was pregnant. Adam didn't comment on why the child didn't look like him. Little six winged fury. But he raised him as his own.." She squeezes through a gate, down to the normal path.
"We named him Cain. He.. Resides here, too. He's got his own stories to tell, though." She sighs a bit. She'd have to visit him, soon. "But, years later, guilt was eating at me. I.. Told Adam everything."
"His response was to tell me to leave. Leave my family. Repent for my sins. Told me not to come back until I was ready to make amends, after I had repented."
"I did come back, though not for the reasons he wanted, or expected. I found myself being hunted by wolves. Of course, seeking help, I came back. Adam didn't believe me. Told me to leave. So I did.. I died that night. Cain tells me they found me the next morning. Almost unrecognizable."
"I woke up here, though. Alone. Not a single soul here, except myself. So I began shaping it, creating beings here out of magic. My first one was the cat. He acted as a companion. Still does."
"Cain ended up here some 20 years later. Covered in blood. Freaking out, I could barely understand what had happened. He was pulled in after killing Abel, his younger brother. He became the First Murderer. I never called him that. But the news broke me. It hit me, too, that it was at least partially my fault. The damn apple.."
"At some point after that, I felt myself drifting from this world, and I ended up back on Earth. With a new name, new faces around me. And one day, I'd die, and end up back here. It became a Cycle. Cain took on the role of guide, to help me settle every time I died. Taught me about this place. I think it was a distraction for him. He.. wanted something different to focus on that wasn't his own mistakes. We should visit him. You may like him."
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Supergirl Sentence Meme - Blood Memory
“Can you please keep it down? I have a chem test tomorrow,”
“Game night was a staple in my family,”
“You realize that you have two doughnuts in your hands and that those don’t even go together,”
“Okay, I may be eating my feelings,”
“I’m sorry, that must be really hard for you,”
“Maybe the best course of action right now is to throw yourself into work,”
“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?”
“I am not terminally irresponsible,”
“First commandment of road trips, thou shall refer to the driver’s choice of music,”
“I can’t imagine growing up somewhere else,”
“Thank you for sharing that with me,”
“I’m doing this for us just uh, just trust me okay?”
“Were you dreaming?”
“You look famished,”
“You can’t rush things,”
“People are buying this drug on purpose? Why?”
“You sounded panicked on the phone, is everything alright?”
“I’m not thinking clearly, and I can’t afford to be making mistakes,”
“I think maybe being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,”
“When you have something good, there’s always going to be people who want to tear it down,”
“Lets catch these guys before they can do anymore damage,”
“I can never understand how you enjoy living in that concrete jungle,”
“Of course it’s you, it had to be you,”
“I’m sorry I was so blind,”
“I can’t zip this dress,”
“I wanna talk to you about something,”
“Wait hold on, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
“You can’t blame yourself for this,”
“Don’t do this to yourself,”
“When you feel powerless enough, you will do anything it takes to feel strong,”
“You really think I don’t know what it feels like to be vulnerable?”
“I appreciate your support, but this isn’t something you can understand,”
“I just need you to know now that you are not alone,”
“Now this, is exactly what I need,”
“The story I was following didn’t really pan out,”
“How about we don’t actually talk about work tonight?”
Evelyn folds her hands behind her back as Lucanis speaks, allowing him to follow closely behind her as she walks, heels clicking on the bare floors. "I do not control what Wonderland gives you. It's your will that shapes it." She looks up at the chandeliers, and they lit up, further lighting up the castle.
"It's far quieter than usual here. Usually, there are people bustling around.. Must be taking shelter from the storm." A storm caused by her despair after losing Solas. "No matter, I know what I'm here for. The storm is the least of my concerns." She hums once again. The Pale Realm was used to storms.
"So, a bit of history about this place. This is the Pale Realm. This is how it used to look before.." She trails off. "Before Solas helped me to thaw it. He helped me stop a coup in progress. The land is scarred. I came to Thedas to escape it, and he helped me become stronger so I could return and put an end to it."
She comes to a door at the end of the hallway, pushing it open, and the light fixtures lit up here as well. An armory. She swore that she would be done fighting after that coup.. Now it seemed unavoidable. She approaches a suit of armor. Thick, but lightweight, easy to move around in. She placed her hand on it, and it vanished, her outfit glowing as it transfers.
She adjusts it after it was finished, before picking a sword off of a display. It glowed light blue in the dim light. "The Vorpal Blade is swift, and keen, and always ready for service. It goes snicker-snack.. Leaves them dead." She sheathes the sword at her hip. She pulls her hair up into a bun, made it easier to fight with, less easier to be pulled on.
She approaches a cabinet next, pulling various small vials from them, placing them in a pouch at her hip. "Thanks, Roswyn, for leaving your book so I knew how to make these.." She mutters.
'Evelyn!' A voice whispers, and she doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, she approaches a different display. A crooked staff, with a hook. In the hook, sat a giant red eye. If one looked closely. A dragon eye.
"Good thinking, Evelyn." A smooth male voice spoke, from above. "Every advantage you can get, right? Or are you taking it as a memento?" Evelyn casts her gaze up, into the rafters. A very large cat sat up there, emaciated, with a wide, unsettling grin. Evelyn takes the staff, placed onto her back. "Aww, not talking? That's a pity."
"I have better things to worry about than your cryptic ramblings, cat. Why don't you go bother the Huldra brothers? Return to whatever hovel is home to you, I'll call, if I need you." Evelyn spoke, crossing her arms and looking back up at the cat.
"It's not a question of if, but when. You know, I'm always with you." The cat speaks, grin sharpening as he follows her towards the door. He climbs down from his perch, yellow eyes locked on the girl.
"You know, going to that woman is only going to get you hurt, in the end. You and her are not compatible. She is everything you despise. Once someone you knew and loved, now someone you hate. This isn't a smart course of action. She will not help you get him back."
Evelyn ignores him, walking back towards the tower entrance. He blocks her way, but she reaches past him anyway, pulling a key from her pocket. He snatches it in his teeth and vanishes.
"Hey! Blasted cat!" Evelyn huffs. "One thing after another.." She looks to Lucanis. "This was supposed to be a quick visit, and now that cat has just extended it. So get comfortable. I need Cora, and that grinning menace stole my key. There's no telling where he's gone." She was clearly irritated, trying to think where he could've gone.. "Wonderland is so vast." She swore under her breath.
"I guess I owe an explanation. My plan was to get Cora into my back pocket in case I needed her strength in the fight to come. This, along with the items from the armory, are what was going to help seal that. And the staff is a dragon's eye staff. Solas helped me get the eye but i had to forge the staff myself." She explains, hoping Lucanis understands.
"Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain are expecting people native to Thedas. They're used to things the way they are with normal people. But they aren't expecting me. I also, coincidentally, have access to volumes Solas used to teach me with. He taught me a lot about Thedas, and stuff from all over. My magic is not native to Thedas. Nor is my fighting style. Nor my experience in previous wars. I am descended directly from a God, and angels. I should know how to fight them."
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lucanis Dellamorte ࿐ྂ
Lucanis watches her walk ahead, his stride quiet in contrast to her heels striking stone. He takes in every flicker of light, every shift of shadow, every object that seems a little too aware. Wonderland is not a place he’d admit discomfort in, but his gaze never settles for long — always tracking, always measuring.
“Mm,” he hums when she mentions will shaping the space, “then Wonderland’s understanding of my ‘will’ is more creative than I anticipated.”
Creative, Spite echoes in his mind with a low, amused growl. Or deranged. I like this place already.
Lucanis doesn’t dignify that with a reaction. He listens in silence as Evelyn moves through history—her storms, her scarred homeland, Solas’s guiding hand. Her voice carries weight, memory, the kind of pain people tend to forget assassins recognize with a single glance.
“You speak of it plainly,” Lucanis comments, eyes following the chandeliers warming to life. “Pain that old rarely allows plain words. Either you are used to hurting… or you are used to hiding it.”
He doesn’t press. He has no need. When she opens the door to the armory, Lucanis’s brows rise a fraction at the sudden glow of the Vorpal Blade. The suit of armor reshaping itself onto her earns a slight tilt of his head — impressed, but understated.
“Useful craftsmanship,” he remarks quietly. “Clean lines. Efficient weight. Someone here knew how to outfit a warrior.”
Someone who liked killing, Spite offers approvingly. We would get along.
Lucanis ignores him again.
He steps lightly as Evelyn gathers supplies, taking in the vials, the staff, the eerie eye set in its hook. When the emaciated cat appears, Lucanis’s hand moves instinctively to a knife — not brandished, but ready. His expression never changes, though the tension in his stance sharpens briefly.
He watches the exchange silently, gaze flicking between Evelyn and the grinning creature. Her irritation, the cat’s goading, the strange intimacy in its taunts — all of it catalogued with the detached interest of someone who has lived in more cult halls and cursed crypts than polite company.
When the cat steals the key and vanishes, Lucanis exhales a quiet, measured breath. “Well,” he says, “I cannot say I expected our pursuit to hinge on a skeletal cat with poor manners.” Lucanis rolls his eyes internally, then turns to Evelyn fully as she lays out her plan — Cora, the armory, the dragon-eye staff, her divine bloodline, her knowledge of gods and wars.
The crow listens without interrupting, head slightly inclined, his gaze unwavering. When she finishes, he speaks with the calm certainty of someone who’s walked into worse odds and come out bloodied but breathing.
“You owe me no apology,” Lucanis says quietly. “Chaos rarely troubles me. It is… familiar.” He steps closer, eyes drifting to the endless corridors of Wonderland, then back to her. “If you need Cora, we will find her. If you need strength, you will have mine. And if these gods expect prey—” A faint, dangerous smile touches his lips. “—they would do well to adjust their expectations.”
Yes, Spite hisses, thrilled. Let us remind a few gods what fear tastes like.
Lucanis lifts a brow, eyes narrowing slightly. A pause.
“And should your… companion return,” Lucanis adds, meaning the cat, “I will handle him.”
Oh, yes. Please. Spite practically vibrates. I want to see what color he bleeds.
Lucanis remains composed, eyes steady on Evelyn. “Where does a creature like that tend to run when it wants to be found?”
"Brokkr's handiwork. He made this set for me." Evelyn replies, to his comment about the armor she was wearing. "I had it made to fight in the first Wonderland war, at least in this life. Dwarves... Skilled with their hands. They also crafted upgrades for my weapons, for a fee."
She was quiet though as she gets back into thinking, listening to Lucanis's words. "I will say, though, I do not think it to be a good idea to bring harm to the cat. He's a part of me, whether I like it or not. He's one of my oldest allies, here. Alongside Cain."
She hums. Where, indeed, would the cat go? "I remember he had a home at one point in the Vale of Tears. A little hole. Perhaps he took the key there.." Then she thought a little bit more.
"We'd have to brave the storm, normally, but, I can clear us a path out. We just need to get out of the palace and find the path." She begins walking down the path they came from, towards the exit. A pair of chess piece guards stood at the exit, looking down at her, before opening the doors.
She steps out into the cold, breathing in a soft shudder. Shadows and frost envelop her hands again, and she made an outward pushing motion, the snow clearing from the walkways. She pulls her hood up from the armor, to cover her ears from the cold.
She gazes up for a moment, seeing the soft glow of the apple tree in the distance, towering above all in Wonderland. She finds herself mesmerized for a moment, before blinking back to reality. "Focus, Evelyn.." She whispers to herself, and begins walking down the paved walkway.
"So, Lucanis. Do you have any questions? We have sort of a long walk ahead of us. Might as well pass the time while we walk.." She asked him, looking back at him. "And, um. Thank you for coming with me. It's been a while since I had company come with me into Wonderland. I deeply appreciate the help."
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