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eachdraidh2015-07-11 07:09 pm
digophelia) wrote in eachdraidh2015-07-11 07:09 pm
video - unseelie (slightly backdated to early july);
[ The surface of the locket is smudged with red and nearly blurred.
For half of a minute, it remains cupped in her hand -- a bloody hand -- just as Alice is turned, her features almost distorted into something ghostly, something not entirely her. Clutching her locket, she switches, returning to a much more recognizable form. Still, it hurts, even shifting to that for even a minute takes the breath out of her and she has to brace her hand against something to steady herself. Another breath, as Alice is clearly annoyed, wiping off the locket. ]
I forgot how messy that could be -- oh, and terribly draining to maintain. Memory is a tricky thing, isn't it? It wasn't that long ago that I thought memories so terrible were worthy of forgetting and not ever once realizing it could be the loss of who I really am. But this?
[ Alice maintains she's just treating this as something normal, nothing different, just Alice being herself. ]
It is much of a nuisance as it is a godsend. It's only a little difficult, at times, to turn back from it, but the strength and shield it provides me. Frankly, I like how it can boost my strength with a blade that's indestructible. It's a good combination, even if it can be difficult to maintain.
[ Alice reveals her knife, the vorpal blade, running her fingers over edge ever so gently. She flicks her wrist as she swings it, the edge of the blade glinting blue as she does so. ]
I'm always looking for ways to expand my skill sets; I'm not always a matron and a school teacher. I find memory and education holds better with sights and sounds. So, that being said, let me put forth the gentle reminder that I ask for simple things, nothing more or less. I ask for simple compliance, I don't ask for much, I'm not a demanding woman. I dread being anything but civil.
[ Not to worry, as Alice puts it back underneath her apron, she straightens herself up, crossing her arms. ]
That being said -- for this month, I will be restricting my travels. If I am leaving Aghmor, I'll pick my most trusted caretakers. If anyone wants to spend time with the children, I will not be opposed. I could always use more help and they enjoy visitors, even more than I do. And one other thing, as silly as it sounds: use a door. Although, that's barely been a problem as of late, yet still worth the mention
[ Alice presses one finger to her chin in thought. ]
Ah, one more thing, I have one unusual request! Since my plans have changed for this month, the children and I have been gathering items of the god of children and fairies. I told them that they must share candy and the younger ones didn't take too kindly to that. If anyone is generous enough to provide sweets, I'll be deeply grateful. The candy wasn't my doing, but I can hardly say "no" to them and they never had sweets until they fell under my care.
[ ooc; standard open log for july, too!. ]
For half of a minute, it remains cupped in her hand -- a bloody hand -- just as Alice is turned, her features almost distorted into something ghostly, something not entirely her. Clutching her locket, she switches, returning to a much more recognizable form. Still, it hurts, even shifting to that for even a minute takes the breath out of her and she has to brace her hand against something to steady herself. Another breath, as Alice is clearly annoyed, wiping off the locket. ]
I forgot how messy that could be -- oh, and terribly draining to maintain. Memory is a tricky thing, isn't it? It wasn't that long ago that I thought memories so terrible were worthy of forgetting and not ever once realizing it could be the loss of who I really am. But this?
[ Alice maintains she's just treating this as something normal, nothing different, just Alice being herself. ]
It is much of a nuisance as it is a godsend. It's only a little difficult, at times, to turn back from it, but the strength and shield it provides me. Frankly, I like how it can boost my strength with a blade that's indestructible. It's a good combination, even if it can be difficult to maintain.
[ Alice reveals her knife, the vorpal blade, running her fingers over edge ever so gently. She flicks her wrist as she swings it, the edge of the blade glinting blue as she does so. ]
I'm always looking for ways to expand my skill sets; I'm not always a matron and a school teacher. I find memory and education holds better with sights and sounds. So, that being said, let me put forth the gentle reminder that I ask for simple things, nothing more or less. I ask for simple compliance, I don't ask for much, I'm not a demanding woman. I dread being anything but civil.
[ Not to worry, as Alice puts it back underneath her apron, she straightens herself up, crossing her arms. ]
That being said -- for this month, I will be restricting my travels. If I am leaving Aghmor, I'll pick my most trusted caretakers. If anyone wants to spend time with the children, I will not be opposed. I could always use more help and they enjoy visitors, even more than I do. And one other thing, as silly as it sounds: use a door. Although, that's barely been a problem as of late, yet still worth the mention
[ Alice presses one finger to her chin in thought. ]
Ah, one more thing, I have one unusual request! Since my plans have changed for this month, the children and I have been gathering items of the god of children and fairies. I told them that they must share candy and the younger ones didn't take too kindly to that. If anyone is generous enough to provide sweets, I'll be deeply grateful. The candy wasn't my doing, but I can hardly say "no" to them and they never had sweets until they fell under my care.
[ ooc; standard open log for july, too!. ]
voice.
[ Logan had told him that on the plane and he supposes it's true. Experiment to monster to weapon to prisoner to survivor. Labels that mean nothing in the face of what he truly is; a mutant. ]
There is. Morgana and I are engaged.
voice.
[ "Good." That's honestly a good thing to hear. She thinks another person should own that word and be proud of it. Although her tone shifts into something warmer. Breathy, as if she's about to laugh. ]
Are you? Congratulations, Mr. Lehnsherr. Then, if you like, I can bring them -- they'll be well-behaved.
voice.
I'm sure they would be. Perhaps I can give them their treats when they're here.
voice.
voice.
[ Because he is a Jew from the 1970s and Morgana is a witch from Medieval times. ]
voice.
And Alice isn't the most spiritual person. ]
Ah, I see.
[ Somewhere, she knows there's supposed to be a fuss about gifts, she just can't really remember them. ]
Yet, still, I am pleased for the both of you.
voice.
[ Honestly, he has no idea what's ahead for either of them, but. Well. ]
I look forward to seeing you and the children.
voice.
[ Herding six kids while traveling is a complicated feat. ]