Aʟɪᴄᴇ Pʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴄᴇ Lɪᴅᴅᴇʟʟ (
digophelia) wrote in
eachdraidh2014-07-12 03:13 pm
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003 - voice (open to both courts)
[ Time has passed since Alice found herself here, but not by much. It feels like ages, on one hand. She's stressed and irritated, choosing to keep the locket to voice this time. She hasn't sleep well, although that's not news, she never sleeps well. This could be brought on from pieces of her hallucinations.'
Maybe it would have been wiser for this to be excluded to my court, but it doesn't matter does it? Young I may be, but I've come to learn that ideas such as "good" or "evil" are nothing more than concepts sometimes and explanations offered up by those who cannot accept a mind is capable of doing heinous things that they themselves loathe. It is really no secret that so many of us chose to find ourselves in between the courts. And yet, there's something inside of each of us that compels us to fight, apparently, the things I've heard. I'm stating the obvious for some, I know. How can so many of us content ourselves currently that these shards could force us into doing so much more?
[ Alice pauses. She's tense in her voice. ]
Is there really nothing else to convince certain seelie residents here to reconsider their positions before we find ourselves facing one another down in battle? Are we that great of fools that we are not able to rationally talk to one another? I implore some of you to remember that us unseelie court members are in this as much as you are.
[ Just as Alice finishes that sentence, her voice betrays how really worn she sounds. ]
Maybe it would have been wiser for this to be excluded to my court, but it doesn't matter does it? Young I may be, but I've come to learn that ideas such as "good" or "evil" are nothing more than concepts sometimes and explanations offered up by those who cannot accept a mind is capable of doing heinous things that they themselves loathe. It is really no secret that so many of us chose to find ourselves in between the courts. And yet, there's something inside of each of us that compels us to fight, apparently, the things I've heard. I'm stating the obvious for some, I know. How can so many of us content ourselves currently that these shards could force us into doing so much more?
[ Alice pauses. She's tense in her voice. ]
Is there really nothing else to convince certain seelie residents here to reconsider their positions before we find ourselves facing one another down in battle? Are we that great of fools that we are not able to rationally talk to one another? I implore some of you to remember that us unseelie court members are in this as much as you are.
[ Just as Alice finishes that sentence, her voice betrays how really worn she sounds. ]

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Where I come from, rulers come together to speak and resolve their differences. Long since has anyone met force with force at the risk of others.
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[Pause] And that may be what the monarchs want. We were brought here under pretense of a war.
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[ Hey, Alice can be hopeful. ]
One of them- he does not want to fight, he seems tired and sick of it. When I laid eyes on him, it looks as if he was mourning the choice to take it by force. In truth, I don't know why an oath could be broken and I'm sure it has more value to it than just a simple word, but it is heartbreaking to hear someone speak like that. To see them like that.
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[Wearily:] It is still his choice. We may deem it sad or stupid or ridiculous, but it remains his choice and we must do what we must in the face of it.
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[ Alice finds herself a little worked up again as she mentions this. She can't even comprehend that thought-
No, she did, she has. And that's what makes it more upsetting. ]
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It should not but it remains his choice. We cannot make the choice for him and now we're dealing with the consequences as best we can.
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[ She sounds genuinely bitter. Angry. She's angry with this whole thing already and Alice hasn't been here that long. ]
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I will not draw first blood.
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