Winter's Storm

[recklesswinter]

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Mallymkun can be standoffish at times, especially when in a new environment. She’s also extremely sure of herself. She has no problems speaking with others, but usually shoves forth a superiority complex to hide how much she hurts inside. She avoids her twin most of the time, even though she does live with him. She wasn’t raised by her parents as her brother was, thus she has more of the behavior of someone from a lower class. She absolutely does not know how to keep her mouth shut.

She is known to fall in love (be it friendship or otherwise) quickly. But she’s not one to just talk about how she feels. If anything, it only comes out in arguments.

She wears a necklace, the spade-shaped gem (symbolizing her mother’s heritage from Wonderland) looks like a sapphire, and keeps her inability to touch others without causing frostbite at bay. If she’s not wearing it, there’s not many people she’d be able to touch.

She was raised as a fighter, and when working with the Queen of Hearts, was a personal assassin to her at one point. She knows how to hurt others, even if she tries not to. She’s always been good at her job.

Her loyalty knows no bounds. If she doesn’t trust someone, it’s also difficult to pull her distrust away from them.

She’s been told to keep her magic hidden by her brother. 

Occasionally, she may give her middle name (Rose) instead of her first. She’s also been known to call people by the incorrect name if they’ve annoyed her.

She will likely look for any reason to argue with someone, and will do just about anything to prove her point, even if she’s wrong. 

She absolutely loves sweets, and will go anywhere she can to find them.

She may be best known for tea, but she does also know how to tend a bar. Eventually, Miseris intends on finding her a job as a bartender, just to keep her busy. Her current lost state just amuses him too much. 

[recklesswinter]

queenofwcnder​:

“Trail and error, my dearest.“ The question rises in her throat to ask how Mallymkun ended up here as well, but Isadora pushes it down. This isn’t the time to do so, and she’s certain there will be time afterwards to ask. She hesitates again, debating if it’s best to do so, before placing her hand on the dormouse’s back and beginning to rub it soothingly. From there, Isadora sends out just a bit of magic to calm the poor girl down – not as strong as it once was, but still there nonetheless.

   “There we go, deep breaths.” She makes a calm shushing sound, continuing to rub Mallymkun’s back. It isn’t much, but it’s all Isadora can think of doing at the moment. “Take your time, my dear. That’s it…”

She tries to keep calm breaths, only able to fully once the former Queen uses her magic to calm her. As heavy breaths begin to even out, she takes the chance to tilt her head, properly turn her attention to the proper Queen of Wonderland. She bites down on her lip, eyes gazing over her, nearly pulling further into herself in a way far unlike her. Sudden clashes of reality can do that to a person. 

“ How... how did you.. get here? “ 

[recklesswinter]

dcrlinggirl​:

           “…Right.” Was that supposed to be a compliment? Honestly, Violet doesn’t even know anymore. She clears her throat, taking a moment to collect herself before she speaks once more. “It’s beautiful, by the way. The snow. I mean, it’s a bit odd, but… it’s quite nice. Are you causing it? I won’t tell if you are.”

      “ Well... “ Probably, she was. Though, she wouldn’t necessarily know how to stop it either. Gloved palm held out, as the particles collect upon her palm. A light hum, and she looks back up, the energy filling in her system from the chill. “ I don’t really know. I think so. “ 

[recklesswinter]

queenofwcnder​:

“Oh, my poor dear.” Isadora recognizes her – how could she not? It had been years since she saw the dormouse in her human form, of course, but she’d always remember. One of the greatest mistakes Isadora’s ever made, all because of that awful man. Though, she often can’t shake the thought it was because of her as well – fear of being overturned, of what would happen if Wonderland was in the wrong hands. As it turns out, she did have reason to fear – but not of the poor dormouse.

She kneels down next to Mallymkun, trying her best to meet the dormouse’s eyes. Her hand reaches out for a moment, intended to stroke the girl’s hair in comfort, before she quickly pulls it away. It’s probably for the best, especially giving the state the poor girl is in. Instead, Isadora speaks, voice soft as to not scare her. “Do you recognize me?”

The familiarity of the voice, like a canary drawing in her suitor. Yet, she knows better now-- at least, knows it best not to trust so easily. Much as it hurts her, she needs to keep herself focused and calm. If her brother knew she’d been found by someone from her past, he’d grow wearier than she. Attempts to breathe-- yet picking up on the fact the Queen pulled her palm away. Though knows it likely due to the pain her skin would cause, still part of her questions if she truly were that vile to be near. 

   “ Hard not to. “ Leaves it at that, lips pressing together as she continues to stare towards the water. Eyes close, tears threatening to break-- but then, she doesn’t wish for them to fall. Can’t let anyone see her be so week. “ How did you get here? “ 

[recklesswinter]

basilcfbakerst​:

Basil stops only for a moment to take a once over of the dark-haired woman before him. Its obvious she’s curious upon which she had stumbled upon. But that was of course natural because he did rather look like he was up to something nefarious rather then official business. It was after all his case he was trying to solve and how he had come to be in this place. He was focused back onto the task at hand; nimble fingers still seeking a catch or something of some kind. He wasn’t sure he would find it. But there had to be a reason why he’d woken in this place. He could see smaller nooks and crannies just under the shoty roof. He forlorns his true composure of a mouse that was be able to explore such places that lithe fingers of man wouldn’t be able to find. But he’d concluded that he was a man now and whoever owned this place was also of the tall two-legged variety and wouldn’t hide away something impossible for them to reach. So he continued.

The girl was still there as well. She offered that nothing in this place really belonged to her. That simple statement allowed Basil to conclude she was not from this place called New Mythos and seemed rather disinclined to what to do so. It was something he filed away to explore later. She may provide some interesting observations of this town that he had yet to come to himself depending on how long she had been there.

Basil rolled his eyes at the nuisance of a question. Hardly did it help him in his current affairs. But still grumbly, he answered. “No. I am not a spy. I am who the police go to when their inept police work fails. I solve the cases for them. I work outside the department and quite frankly, invented the position of consulting detective myself.”

But blast it all, he was getting no where and this shack was proving to be less then interesting then he originally intended it to be. Perhaps it was just a fisherman’s lackluster place to leave forgotten tools. It seems though this girl he had ignored knew better then he did. He turned his head and watched as she overturned a stone and pushed down – a pathway revealed itself near the entryway. He bites his tongue from saying anything and nods his head. “Just that.”

Basil approached the new pathway that was a stairwell and led underneath the shack. “Anything of interest down there?” He asked of her, assuming since she knew the secret of opening it that she herself had already explored it. But he didn’t wait for an answer and perhaps it was curiosity himself to see it. He was already going down the short set of steps to another wood door. However, unlike the one above, this was of pristine laminate and obviously taken care of. He tried the door handle; it was unlocked. But of course, how many knew of its existence and just ignored this place all together because of the delipidated building sitting on top.

He pushed open the door to step inside.

      “ I don’t know what a police is. “ Head shakes at the thought-- oysters really did have awfully confusing words. No reason at all, she thinks, do they even grasp the reasons as to why. Though, oysters would find confusion themselves when mention of upelkuchen or pishalver were stated. “ Still sounds like a spy. Though I suppose creating a position yourself means you can call it whatever you want. “ 

She shakes her head as she follows-- deciding it best to see just what the man was up to. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but the Dormouse hardly was a cat. Wasn’t even a dormouse anymore, at that. Perhaps she hadn’t been one to begin with, but how could she have possibly understood that. 

“ No idea, haven’t been down there. Just guessed. Most pathways are concealed by trees or stone back home. “ It wasn’t her home anymore, she really needed to remember that. Yet, instead, it kept tearing her apart at the seems. How awful the thought truly was. 

Eyes follow past once the door opened-- darkness filling the area, with only a few torches to light up the path. Small enough still to move past him, a soft hum passing painted lips. Eyes kept forward, a brief blue glow emitting from her irises when she tried to look on ahead. Once eyes scrunch shut for a moment, and open again, the dark hues return. 

Gloved fingertips trace down the wall, and she opts to grasp a light from the wall-- offering it up to the taller male as attention is kept forward. Something was drawing her in, and though part of her knows it better not to wander to the dark, another still wanted to know what lurked on the other side. 

[recklesswinter]

basilcfbakerst·:

Basil had been dropped into a very odd situation. It had started with an earthquake and waking to the screams of terror as people tried to flee away from the chaotic creatures. If that hadn’t been enough for the consulting detective, there was something even more foul afoot. He was forced into calling himself a consulting detective because ‘the great mouse detective’ no longer held true. He was no longer a mouse. That’s right, a mouse. Up until the earthquake he had quite the reputation after saving his sovereign Queen Mousetoria from his arch nemesis’ plot to switch her out with a clockwork version. From there, he had solved many cases and his dear friend. Dr. Dawson had taken some librerties in his story telling. 

He’d been working a very hush-hush case for the queen when he’d ended up here - New Mythos. With the chaos of the evening over with, Basil found himself able to then focus back on to the why and how’s of his sudden new found human form. Not to mention how he had ended up here. In all his recollection, he’d never heard of such a place as New Mythos. The best place to start though was where he had woken up. The fisherman’s shack by the water. He’d smeled the water when he’d woken, noted the gear around him, but he’d been otherwsie preocupied to let conciously take note of anything else.

He found himself there again; riffiling through the insides and noting the barren spot he’d filled the evening before. It looked quite normal; whichever fisherman used this place though, he hadn’t been by in some time to take his fish pole out. The fish bait had gone dry and sour from the smell. The hooks were dull. He’d tried to find some explanation of how he had ended up there, but unfortauntely it was rather vague of clues. Perhaps if he found the owner.

The inside didn’t offer any clues and Basil began to check around the exterior. Perhaps some dark omen. He felt around the wood planks making up the structure. Fingers seeking secret crevices around the window frame and under the sill. It looked very much liked he could have been breaking into the place had the door of the shake not also been open. Though the footsteps that approached, this could very much look a certain way. 

“Don’t worry, I’m a consulting detective and I’m very much on a case.” He stopped, “Unless, of course, you happen to own this ramshackle.”

Winter continues forward until a slight was heard. Oft the former-dormouse would wander towards the empty area to practice-- didn’t want to rile anyone up with her sword training when around others, yet also when practicing the powers recently freed, she knew it better to practice alone. With the heat presently waning, she’s clearly covered up far too much--- choker hiding a rather thick scar on her neck, leather gloves to keep from harming others if she were to touch them accidentally. A once highly sociable dormouse now recluse, what a tragedy it makes. 

Yet the sounds catch her off guard-- often, this area is fairly empty nowadays. Thus what encourages her presence there to train-- no one to catch her when she’s practicing. Yet, another’s entry in the area means someone else has found their way there. Dark hues look around, even though vision is not nearly as high as most would believe from her aim. Listens, holding her breath as she silently steps towards the sound. Something about it, although the smell being human, still doesn’t seem as human as others. The curiosity only driving in further. 

As she steps round the older building, dark curls cascade forward from her shoulder. Careful steps forward and she witnesses the man prying at the building, her curiosity only building further-- least, until he states he’s a detective of some sort. Hardly does the mouse actually know what that is, but she won’t question it too much. Only moves a bit further in, head tilting as she does so. 

“ I don’t really own anything here. “ Head shakes as she looks round the area, still trying to understand what exactly he was doing. Perhaps it was an oyster thing-- not understanding how contraptions to get from place to place worked. “ That like a spy? “ That she’d understand, as someone else who’d been under such employment for a time. As he pries at the boards, she kneels downwards, gloved palm reaching towards a stone upon the ground. She turns it, then pushes down-- a pathway opening near the entryway of the shack. Hardly looks phased, such wonders are a regularity in Wonderland. She stands, then, eyeing the man once more. “ Were you looking for something like that? “ 

[recklesswinter]

dcrlinggirl​:

     “What do you mean by ‘we’?” Ask questions first, get scared later – that’s something her mother always said. Though Violet never understood why when she was younger, it basically became second nature after several years of living out on the streets. It was definitely kicking in now, and the fear would probably only start once she got home.

     “So, I’m an… oyster, but not an average oyster?” God, maybe she was dreaming. This was becoming stranger by the minute.

           “ The Denizens. “ Oysters wouldn’t know what she meant, she knew that. Better to keep her head focused. Though, the dormouse realizes fairly quickly the oyster would just run off if she kept confusing the poor thing. Rather than focus too long on it, she opted to answer the next question. “ Something like that. A better than average human, by your terminology, I suppose. “ 

[dailydeutch]

Zoey Deutch as Samantha Kingston in a preview clip for Before I Fall.

[recklesswinter]

madreign​:

         “I find we’re in agreement against Red, although as of late I’m afraid I cannot find White either.” Alice comments, swaying slightly on her heels as her heart begins to lift in both excitement as nervousness as the other speaks the poem she had not heard in so long.

        There was no mistaking it now. Not at all. Although they appeared different than her memory–which was hardly trustworthy to start with–that did nothing to take away Alice’s feeling of relief and thankfulness. The first wonderlandian she had truly found after arriving here happened to be such a loyal friend. At least, she considered them to be.

           A grin begins spreading to her lips: “ Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.” She finishes off the poem, a small giggle escaping her. “What a long and sad tale it is.” Alice slowly holds out a hand, introductions felt appropriate after so many years. After all, she was no longer a child, and the person in front of her was no longer whom she had known either.

                                                       “I’m Alice.”

Eyes scan over the girl-- much calmer than she recalled, though, perhaps it was due to how hostility has grown into a calmer situation for her. She’s bigger than she remembers, though, so is she. All things considered, it may be hard to recognize her when she’s not a dormouse anymore.

    “ The Alice? “ 

Rather than state her name right away, the mouse looks around, as if ensuring someone wasn’t watching her. Palms reach into her pocket, and from it she withdraws a hatpin. One most recognizable, considering it was her blade most of her life. Other palm reaches out to take hers, though she still briefly holds back. Needed to remember, she can’t hurt others with her touch so long as the necklace is on. 

     “ You’ve grown. “ 

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dcrlinggirl​:

     “An… oyster?” Her eyes narrow, looking at the woman curiously. Really, Violet doesn’t know what the make of her. It’s all just so… strange. An odd part of her had the urge to paint this when she got home, to remember that this was something that actually occurred, though Violet knew no one would believe her. Hell, she wouldn’t even believe herself if she heard something like this.

     “Human, yes. Not an… oyster.” She has to stop herself from stepping forward, afraid it might not be safe if she does. It’s better Violet is seeing this now than when she was a child, as she knows that this would draw her like a moth to a flame once upon a time. “Are you an… oyster?”

     “ Humans are oysters. We’re more than that. “ Eyes turn downwards back to the ice as the snow ceases its fall. Palms close, and the snow she’d gathered transforms into a larger snowflake, dropping the flake to the ground. It doesn’t shatter, already crystallized by the time it hits the ground. Dark hues had briefly glowed a light blue, but return to their naturally darkened shade as attention returns to the human.

 “ You don’t seem like the average oyster. Though, originally, the only other one I met was a wild girl who more properly belonged with us than with the others. “

[iam-helpless]

Zoey Deutch Cosmopolitan

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dcrlinggirl​:

It reminds Violet of something that would appear in her dreams about Neverland, back when she was young and naive, where anything was possible. In fact, it was something she’d probably draw now – snow falling when there was no reason for it doing so. And yet, here it was, before her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming… but it all felt so real.

When the woman addressed her, Violet couldn’t help but jump. God, it was like she was a child again. She’s been through enough events in her life to not act like a scared little girl, so Violet clears her throat and straights up. There, that was much better.

      “I could ask the same of you.”

       Winter flashes with curiosity, snowfall practically painting the top of her hair a white shade. Though, strands appear to truly be turned white. Sapphire-coloured necklace dances on her collar, mostly-dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she looks the other over. Human, she thinks, though something beyond that appears to have happened at least once before. 

     “ Rose... Rose Moraj. “ Miseris told her not to use her Wonderland name for now, even if she hardly knew how to respond to the name she’d only recently learned she had. Roses held a bit of a dark figurehead in her life before, perhaps this was a way for her to regain the power over them, but she couldn’t just admit to it now. She had to play her part well, aide where it was needed, and try to figure out a way to find her home once again. “ You’re an oyster. “ Really, the mouse had to remember that wasn’t what the humans liked to call themselves. “ Or-- human, I suppose. “ 

[recklesswinter]

@dcrlinggirl​

Palms held upwards as white particles fell from the sky, cold to the very touch. Though the necklace she wears keeps her from freezing just about anything she comes into contact with, the cold itself still hasn’t affected her since her ‘death’. She’d come back from it, naturally, else the mouse wouldn’t be standing where she is now. Doesn’t mean it hadn’t affected her, the power flowing in her veins finally able to break past the spell.

The snow’s not naturally falling, however. It’s a side affect of her emotions. The necklace may hold her powers together while she learns control, but that doesn’t mean she’s mastered it. Much like her brother, her emotions hold a great connection to her strength. Mally’s always been the more impulsive sort, however. The loneliness she’s felt since being taken from her friends proven overwhelming to her. Yet, as the snow falls around her, she couldn’t help but stare. She’s never seen it before, and it’s beautiful to her. Such a curiosity. 

Though, likely more so for the woman who came near the mouse. She turns where she stands at the unfamiliar scent, eyes gazing over her features, attempting to fully comprehend who might be staring at her. Think before you speak’s not a strong suit, either. Rather she grew up believing you hit first and ask questions later. Thus, her pulling back only confuses her mind all the more. 

      “ Who are you? “ 

[recklesswinter]

vixenofhades​:

“Y’know, technically speaking, there are a lot of residents in Mythos Valley who can’t die. They were resurrected before being banished and the Fates only allow you  one thread. Unnatural causes might suffice, but….does anyone from New Mythos actually have the nerve? Probably not.” 

      “ I’ve died before. I don’t know how different the rules are here in compared to Wonderland, but... Technically, I died twice there. Haven’t even been able to stay hurt for too long, but my limps seem to keep a decent amount of the damage every time I try. I could try a cliff again, see if anything’s different. “ Though, her brother’s been keeping too many tabs on her for her to really get away with it again. She’ll likely get in trouble just for referencing Wonderland. 

[recklesswinter]

madreign​:

           A chess piece–Alice hadn’t heard someone call themselves that in quite some time. Long enough that it made her feel quite odd. The face in front of her was not familiar, but that didn’t mean the voice was not. Although, it had been years since Alice had heard it, and she could not quite place it. Things change, and Alice certainly had–perhaps her memory had too? It was best to test it before openly admitting such things as familiarity.

                “White or Red?” She asks, her eyes narrowing in slight confusion. There was no way she had been found by someone looking to kill her, not through the channels she used. However, that didn’t mean it was impossible someone had stumbled upon her. Nothing was impossible. But if she happened to be friend rather than foe–Alice wasn’t about to let that go.

               “I’ve often been called a champion, although if you ask me, it sounds like madness. And, my friends say I’m often late for tea.” Small words, ones that sound ridiculous if you had no idea what Alice was going on about, but if this woman was friend–it ought to key her in to Alice’s true nature.

          “ It’s only madness to others when they can’t understand it. “ She’d heard it before, the champion, someone who took a title the mouse always longed to carry. She’d never have been considered good enough back then, no matter how hard she’d worked. She’d never be the real champion, and it was something she needed to get over if she was going to go anywhere. Hadn’t even known her father, who once she met she’d learned was the prior white knight. Hadn’t realized just how many shadows she’d have to be trapped behind. 

         “ Red is nothing but bloodshed and pain. “ The choker on her neck hides what Red had done to her before. Loyalty always a question brought in, but she maintained a certain affinity for the court of white. “ Some Queen’s only care for themselves, while others care for their people. Or, at least try to. Sometimes, the people won’t let them. “ 

       A hunch enters the back of the mouse’s mind, but she’s hesitant. If she were wrong, she’d be no better than McTwisp. But, something about her made it all seem far too right. She needed to test it a bit further, just to be sure. “ .... Twinkle, twinkle, little bat. How I wonder what you’re at. “ 

[recklesswinter]

madreign​:

         “I don’t do business with strangers.” She states, her eyes scanning over the other. “Either you one of them suits, a friend of a friend, or someone who ought to be afraid of my blade.”

                  “So, which are you?”

Fear had never been a strong suit of the mouse. Always been the hit first, think later sort. What with her parents supposed ties, she knows better than not it best to keep herself stable. Even if it clashes every aspect of her mind. 

     “ Former suit, or chess piece, depending on who you ask. “ Perhaps just vague enough to prevent her mother’s disapproval. She’d not of come here to begin with if not for the familiarity she smelled. “ Though, I don’t know your friends. Unless I do. A title would help, to say the least. “ 

[masonedjohanna]

“ And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.“