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[ Alice has switched to voice, from her usual pattern of video. This takes a lot for her to ask since Alice is not the least bit willing to ask for help from strangers. So she takes a breath, keeping it to the people she can somewhat rely on. They don't have her absolute trust, not yet. ]

I suppose I ought to introduce myself for those who don't know me. My name is Alice Liddell and I have gone along a few excursions with my fellow court members. It was not my intent to be so vested in these matters, but the livelihood of those I know mean a great deal to me. I'd rather not have anyone take anymore blows for me.

So I must ask... how does one go about improving offensive skills? I mean to say- [ With a small huff of frustration-] I have no form to pay someone, not yet. I hope that my sincerity in order to help my friends is enough.

I have my knife- the vorpal blade. It is meant to never dull and it will remain sharp and it can go through almost anything. In addition, I was given a sword when I first moved to the Station but I am not very good with it, not like those who I know. I have just recently acquired another weapon from my world that can best be described as a blunt weapon with a strange side effect.

Please understand -- there are so many skilled fighters here and I am nothing more than some maid and nanny to children. I'm not skilled in many things, but I owe it to those who risked their skins for me.

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So they have told me, especially Mr. Maglor.

[ She does consider it -- or at least she will say so. She shrugs it off, simply because she really does believe this pales in comparison to the pain and torment she had dealt with in Rutledge Asylum. ]

I don't have anything else to lose, except a life of a friend's. I won't tolerate that.

Nor should you be asked to. Still, 'tis more a matter of a certain comfort with one's teachers. One is far more likely to learn quickly and well when one has positive rapport with one's instructor. You may also find others that offer styles and techniques that better suit you, or those familiar with weapons that interest you.

I would be glad to give you instruction, but also take time to consider others that may respond to this request.

[ She's usually not this impatient, but Reynard's "explosion" is one of the growing things on Alice's mind that push her to be more drastic about it. ]

I shall, but to be blunt considering you are the brother to Mr. Maglor and Celegorm, I will have a bias. But do as you will, Mr. Maedhros.

[ he supposes someone else would be flattered. after all, it's telling of how well he instructed his brothers when they were still youths, how strong they became through exile and war. to be honest, though, war is all any of them know any longer. it just reminds him of how weary he truly is. ]

.. I shall contact you again after I have spoken to Maglor. Between now and then, take this as my first lesson to you-- speak to others that offer, take note of any that interest you. Clean your vorpal blade and the sword that was given to you. Find sheathes, if possible. If not, I will find or have them made for you.

[ She knows that this is fairly insular yet being insular about her choices she feels is better safe than sorry. As smarry as she can be, Alice takes it to heart.

She knows not to sully the blade, she has it cleaned frequently. It doesn't cut as nicely as it does when the blade is bloodied alongside her. She does not utter that. After all, Alice is more brutal than she gives herself credit for, amongst other things. ]

Of course, Mr. Maedhros, I shall.

[ She's hoping that didn't sound as snappy or pushy as she did before. ]

I apologize for my impudence.

'Twas forgiven before it was uttered. I understand your impatience better than you might think.

[ Color her curious, as always. She feels like a fidgeting child at this rate? ]

... You do?

.. Many years ago, I was captured by the enemy, and lost my dominant hand. [ among other, less tangible things. ] I spent.. a great deal of time recovering, during a time in which I was needed at my best. I had to re-learn everything with my remaining hand. I had.. new limits, which I often discovered the difficult way.

[ She hasn't gotten a look at him, but that reminds her of, well, the things that she had to endure, too. Patients had a way of standing out, Alice thinks. Their mannerisms she can see that tell her that they are just as unfortunate as she was. She's chewing the inside of her mouth, looking away at something else.

It's hit a nerve, but nothing too extreme. If anything, she's overcome with empathy. ]

I understand that all too well.

[ He's not getting the full story, she doesn't trust a soul well enough to let them know she was severely mistreated, along with others. There's to it, she's just not saying it. Alice doesn't trust him, brother to Maglor and Celegorm or not. ]

I nearly lost my life in a fire that killed my parents. It took some time until I was healthy again.

I thought you might. [ like to like, after all. the way she speaks, the tone of her voice at times, her choice of words-- even the glimpse he'd had of her. while their experiences no doubt differ, there's enough that he's willing to at least.. admit some small piece of what had happened to make him who he is now.

also like her, he won't share the whole of it. he never has before, and he doesn't intend to begin, no matter the evidence that was written on his skin, or what his brothers and others had guessed at. ]

I think you know, then, that I intend to take your request very seriously.

[ She can't get angry about that, not at all. Usually people like this are able to see it in others without even trying. And besides, Alice doesn't like to pry. ]

You have my deepest gratitude, Mr. Maedhros.

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