video - open to both courts, backdated to the 20th

[digophelia]

I need a broom.

[ Some crunching can be heard. It's late, there's not going to be much of an explanation here, other than Alice's hands look very bad, in bruises and cuts. She continues on like it's nothing. She looks up to the imp and frowns. ]

Or a dustpan. I know this is a pain without a lantern, I'm sorry. Use a handkerchief so you don't cut yourself, alright?

[ Sometimes she feels bad for this imp. Alice goes up to cleaning broken shards of glass, ever so carefully, using a basket as means to pick up pieces. With a huff, more to herself- ]

This is the last time I ever-

[ She stops, of course, to notice the locket is open and shoots a look up to the imp. ]

Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for this, it was an accident.

[ With a mutter, Alice's hand goes over it and the locket is promptly clamped shut. Should anyone ask, she'll shift it to voice after getting the rest of the mirror cleaned up. ]

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Audio - Private;

[of_the_lake]

That would be a waste of your wishes, Alice. Spend them on something more worthwhile.

[Alice's pain was understood. It was deep and traumatic and by far, one of the reasons why Lancelot pursued Reynard so furiously, but he knew that it was still a small pool to draw from.]

The world creates monsters on a daily basis. Though Reynard's death was a necessity, he is a mass-production of a beast that is otherwise timeless.

Direct your gaze forward, Alice. There will be more monsters and with them, you may enact justice.

Audio - Private;

[digophelia]

You shouldn't encourage me. [ It's a breathy response that could easily border on a laugh. ] That isn't a question of it happening, it's when.

There will always be worse man than Reynard, even his next of kin.