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T'was Brillig...

Beware The Jabberwock; The Jaws That Bite the Claws That Catch.
Jul 4 '12

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Tags: OOC
Jul 4 '12

alice-pleasance-liddell:

vorpals-foe:

alice-pleasance-liddell:

Alice listens from behind the rose bush that was keeping her from inside the mad hatter’s garden. She kept her breathing steady, listening as the Jabberwock spat words at her dear friend. She couldn’t just sit back and harass Hatter like that; even if the man was doing brilliant being able to hold the Jabberwock there so he wouldn’t find her. 

But Alice, being the headstrong girl she was, she stopped hiding and went to the gate. Boldly stepping in and putting her hands across her chest. Her bright blue eyes shining and a sneer crossed her lips “Is there something I may help you with, Jabberwock.” She eyed him, daring him to come closer. 

The Jabberwock, having been so very close to losing it and slashing the poor Hatter to ribbons, suddenly grinned maliciously as he heard Alice’s voice. Yes, he had quite a bone to pick with her and he did not sense the Vorpal sword in her presence. Yes, this was quite fortuitous.

“My my my,”He rose from the chair and stepped around it so it was not in his way and gave a mock-bow. “If it isn’t Alice herself. Quite kind of you to seek me out.” All attention on the Hatter was lost and his attention was on the girl. “I knew if I sat through his mad drivel you might show yourself.” 

The dark male did dare to come closer, but not so close as to give her a chance to do anything rash. Should she run, he would easily pursue. “I simply wanted to talk,” His voice was as black silk as he eyed her. “Perhaps put our differences aside.” He ended this with a low chuckle.

She looked at him, keeping her position. She didn’t want to give the impression she was frightened. Which she wasn’t. She eyed the beast. “Talk. Settle differences?” She chuckled heartily “Really. How charming.” She deadpanned and looked him in his fire red eyes. “Now what are you really after.” She was growing impatient with this overgrown lizard. 

Yes, the girl seemed not to be frightened and this heightened his irritation. Perhaps he should shift back to his true form and instill fear that way. He closed the gap between them and ran a clawed finger down her cheek in a surprisingly gentle fashion. “You underestimate me, my dear,” He replied, the petname foreign sounding from his mouth. “I have no quarrel with you, only my old foe the Vorpal sword.”

Win her trust, rip her throat out with his own teeth at the opportune moment.  That was the plan.

Jul 4 '12

alice-pleasance-liddell started following you

Well now, Alice…that was not a very smart move.

Tags: OOC
Jul 4 '12

madnessofahatter:

vorpals-foe:

He drummed his fingers on the table, making ominous clicking in his annoyance. “Come now,” He practically purred, staying as patient as was currently possible. “You must have seen her lately.” His drumming fingers ceased their motion and instead curled around the chipped teacup as it slid his way. He grinned wide, flashing needle-sharp teeth and had none of the tea as  he took a seat in one of the chairs almost as if he owned the place.

“I only wish to speak with her, of course.” He continued in a voice as assuring as he could possibly make it. He made a cross over his heart with a claw. “Cross my heart.” With that, he took a sip of the tea. He’d play the hatter’s games for now.

“Seen her lately, yes. Don’t know how late though. Midnight, perhaps. Oh, what am I saying? It’s always 5 o’ clock here!” He laughed once more, his laughter loud and almost echoing around the garden. Soon, though he calmed down and sat back in his chair with a sigh.

Crossing his ankles and folding his hands across his stomach, Hatter kept his gaze on the Jabberwocky. 
“Wocky. I want your tail. Quite honestly. Do you still need it?” No, he wouldn’t answer any questions about Alice.
Eyeing the creature’s tail, the madman sipped at his own tea before he decided that it was too cold, tossed the cup down the table before grabbing the cup to his left. Dumping what was in his new cup onto the ground, he poured more tea into it, added a good amount of sugar before sipping at it almost daintily.

He sat through the Hatter’s ravings with marked patience until he calmed himself. These things took time, as his king would often tell him. He was tiring of kings. “I do need my tail.” He replied flatly, the appendage still twitching about in irritation. 

Well, since this was going absolutely nowhere…he rose from his seat and set the cup down harder than intended, shattering it. “You’re hiding her, aren’t you?” Already his eyes were scanning the hedges. “Very well, if you will not point me in the right direction, I will simply have to tear your garden apart. Starting with the teacups.”

Jul 3 '12

alice-pleasance-liddell:

Alice listens from behind the rose bush that was keeping her from inside the mad hatter’s garden. She kept her breathing steady, listening as the Jabberwock spat words at her dear friend. She couldn’t just sit back and harass Hatter like that; even if the man was doing brilliant being able to hold the Jabberwock there so he wouldn’t find her. 

But Alice, being the headstrong girl she was, she stopped hiding and went to the gate. Boldly stepping in and putting her hands across her chest. Her bright blue eyes shining and a sneer crossed her lips “Is there something I may help you with, Jabberwock.” She eyed him, daring him to come closer. 

The Jabberwock, having been so very close to losing it and slashing the poor Hatter to ribbons, suddenly grinned maliciously as he heard Alice’s voice. Yes, he had quite a bone to pick with her and he did not sense the Vorpal sword in her presence. Yes, this was quite fortuitous.

"My my my,"He rose from the chair and stepped around it so it was not in his way and gave a mock-bow. "If it isn’t Alice herself. Quite kind of you to seek me out." All attention on the Hatter was lost and his attention was on the girl. "I knew if I sat through his mad drivel you might show yourself." 

The dark male did dare to come closer, but not so close as to give her a chance to do anything rash. Should she run, he would easily pursue. “I simply wanted to talk,” His voice was as black silk as he eyed her. “Perhaps put our differences aside.” He ended this with a low chuckle.

Jul 3 '12
"

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!’

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"
Lewis Carroll
Jabberwocky (via my-adventures-in-underland)

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Jul 3 '12

“Yes, Hatter,” He replied, gaze unfaltering. “I do quite like my tail.” Said appendage twitched behind him much like a cat’s would when vaguely annoyed. Trailing a claw across the tablecloth and onto the back of a chair, he ripped into it just a little where a guest’s head would be. “Then answer my question and I will leave you and your…” He smirked with a short, dry laugh. “Guests to your tea.”

“I am searching after a guest of yours. I am sure you have seen her about and my sources inform me she was here.” It was quite useless, he knew, to be asking one such as the Hatter, but should he not be in his right mind—when was he ever?—he had full permission from his king to rough him up a bit. “Where is Alice?”

Oh, now that was bad manners.

“Really, Wocky, if you’re going to tear up the furniture at least take a seat. Would you like one lump or two?” He was going to dance around the other’s questions. Though, whether it was to irritate him or to protect his dear friend, Alice, it wasn’t quite clear.

The Hatter had always had a bad habit of looking danger stupidly in the face and not knowing what he was getting into. At least, that was about all he was letting on.

“Alice?” He hummed, pouring some tea absentmindedly into a cup before tossing a few cubes of sugar into it, “Aliiiiiice. Hmm. Well, take a look around. Do you see an Alice here? I have a Hubert, a Jorj, and even a Francine. But no Alice.” And with those words, he slid the cup and saucer down the table towards his newest ‘guest’.

 
“Really. Have a cup.”

He drummed his fingers on the table, making ominous clicking in his annoyance. “Come now,” He practically purred, staying as patient as was currently possible. “You must have seen her lately.” His drumming fingers ceased their motion and instead curled around the chipped teacup as it slid his way. He grinned wide, flashing needle-sharp teeth and had none of the tea as  he took a seat in one of the chairs almost as if he owned the place.

"I only wish to speak with her, of course." He continued in a voice as assuring as he could possibly make it. He made a cross over his heart with a claw. “Cross my heart.” With that, he took a sip of the tea. He’d play the hatter’s games for now.

Jul 3 '12

madnessofahatter:

vorpals-foe:

madnessofahatter:

“Absurd, absurd, absurd…”

The Hatter sat, one elbow on the table (and happened to also be in the butter), and his chin in his palm. With his pinkie finger at the corner of his lips, he was nibbling at the nail as he muttered to himself and stared at nothing in particular, looking as though he had spaced out quite a while ago. The vacant expression saying that no one was really home in his head. Lights on, no one’s home!

“Yes, I agree. It is absurd.”

It was almost as if he were speaking to himself. Having a conversation of sorts all on his own. There was no one else at the table for the time being. Just the Hatter. Sitting all on his lonesome at the end of the table in the garden.

“But…” He started, sitting up a little, his glazed over expression still seemingly focused on the other end of the table, “But what is absurd?”

“They haven’t shown,” The Hatter answered himself, head tilting a bit before his chin went right back into his palm, returning to his previous position.

“Absurd, absurd… Absurd.”

“Everything is absurd to you, hatter.” Came a silky-smooth voice before the source could even be seen, like a burbling of a brook.  A shadow had seemingly descended upon the garden, causing what was once bright to be dulled and darkened. And it was then that he rounded the hedge and stepped through the gate.

The Jabberwock stood tall with his head held high in pride, ruby red eye trained on the murmuring creature before him. The other was dulled by the scar that cut across his cheek; he had many such scars from his past battles. His boots crunched across the grass and he even ventured to crush a few flowers beneath the soles on his way to lean on the end of the table, clawed fingers splayed upon it as he continued to pin the other with his stare. “Who is it you are waiting for?”

Sitting upright, the Hatter raised his brows as if finally realizing that he had been off in his own head.

“Oh yes. Yes. You. You are by far the most absurd one here, Wocky-cocky-jabs.” The smile that formed on his lips was crooked and a bit odd, as if he were trying not to smile. But he was, and it was in his same playfully patronizing tone that he asked his next question, “Do you still want your tail?”

A laugh came from his lips, though something about it told that it had nothing to do with happiness and everything to do with the fact that he was flat out mad. He was the Mad Hatter, after all.
“I am waiting for many. But we’re all full up. They’ll have to wait at the gate. Look at all these full chairs. Come now, you’re frightening my gueeesssssts~ Now, what of your tail? Still want it?” 

"Yes, Hatter," He replied, gaze unfaltering. "I do quite like my tail." Said appendage twitched behind him much like a cat’s would when vaguely annoyed. Trailing a claw across the tablecloth and onto the back of a chair, he ripped into it just a little where a guest’s head would be. "Then answer my question and I will leave you and your…" He smirked with a short, dry laugh. "Guests to your tea."

"I am searching after a guest of yours. I am sure you have seen her about and my sources inform me she was here." It was quite useless, he knew, to be asking one such as the Hatter, but should he not be in his right mind—when was he ever?—he had full permission from his king to rough him up a bit. "Where is Alice?"

Jul 3 '12
Jul 3 '12

madnessofahatter:

“Absurd, absurd, absurd…”

The Hatter sat, one elbow on the table (and happened to also be in the butter), and his chin in his palm. With his pinkie finger at the corner of his lips, he was nibbling at the nail as he muttered to himself and stared at nothing in particular, looking as though he had spaced out quite a while ago. The vacant expression saying that no one was really home in his head. Lights on, no one’s home!

“Yes, I agree. It is absurd.”

It was almost as if he were speaking to himself. Having a conversation of sorts all on his own. There was no one else at the table for the time being. Just the Hatter. Sitting all on his lonesome at the end of the table in the garden.

“But…” He started, sitting up a little, his glazed over expression still seemingly focused on the other end of the table, “But what is absurd?”

“They haven’t shown,” The Hatter answered himself, head tilting a bit before his chin went right back into his palm, returning to his previous position.

“Absurd, absurd… Absurd.”

“Everything is absurd to you, hatter.” Came a silky-smooth voice before the source could even be seen, like a burbling of a brook.  A shadow had seemingly descended upon the garden, causing what was once bright to be dulled and darkened. And it was then that he rounded the hedge and stepped through the gate.

The Jabberwock stood tall with his head held high in pride, ruby red eye trained on the murmuring creature before him. The other was dulled by the scar that cut across his cheek; he had many such scars from his past battles. His boots crunched across the grass and he even ventured to crush a few flowers beneath the soles on his way to lean on the end of the table, clawed fingers splayed upon it as he continued to pin the other with his stare. “Who is it you are waiting for?”