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+ her second appearance +
Oct. 4th, 2011 03:14 amThe Queen of Hearts has been in very high demand recently, and not just by the Mirrors and Real Things. No, there is something else craving her attention, and for that reason she has been running. She has been little more than a red blur of motion since the event began, darting back and forth between the Mirror Universe to the Real and back again – anything to try and throw it off her trail.
Her stamina is almost gone though. Near the end, if one blinks, they might see the Queen clearly for just less than a second, running in her signature gown with the Vorpal Sword by her side. Even she in all of her greatness cannot take the strain any longer though. She collapses to her knees in the middle of the main foyer on the Real Side, struggling to catch her breath.
The mansion itself has begun to rebel against her. There is a shaking, almost a growling not unlike a stomach. Then, a hole opens in the floor, trapping the Queen where she is. It begins as a small lasso, but by the time she forces herself to her feet, it is thicker, a bottomless moat.
The Queen stares at the hole, her face white and her breaths halted. Then, she tilts her head to the ceiling and her voice booms.
“You think you can just throw me away like common garbage?” she bellows.
As if replying, the floor quickens its pace, crumbling away at twice the speed. She laughs.
“You are making a grave mistake this time, Wonderland. Wonderland CAN NOT EXIST WITHOUT ME!”
There is barely a foot left for her to stand on, but the Queen is grinning and cackling with a nervous confidence, like someone might laugh at a gun pointed at their face.
"You’ll see! You’ll wish you had never unmade me! YOU’LL WISH YOU HAD APPRECIATED ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU INSTEAD OF SIDING WITH THOSE UNGRATEFUL TRAITORS!"
She is shrieking by the end, and the mansion has had enough of her. The ground drops from under her feet, and the Queen falls in a flash of light, gone in a gulp. When the glare of white is gone, the floor has been restored, and neither the Queen nor the Vorpal Sword are anywhere to be found.
[ooc: Caught on video for both sides of the mansion to see.]
Her stamina is almost gone though. Near the end, if one blinks, they might see the Queen clearly for just less than a second, running in her signature gown with the Vorpal Sword by her side. Even she in all of her greatness cannot take the strain any longer though. She collapses to her knees in the middle of the main foyer on the Real Side, struggling to catch her breath.
The mansion itself has begun to rebel against her. There is a shaking, almost a growling not unlike a stomach. Then, a hole opens in the floor, trapping the Queen where she is. It begins as a small lasso, but by the time she forces herself to her feet, it is thicker, a bottomless moat.
The Queen stares at the hole, her face white and her breaths halted. Then, she tilts her head to the ceiling and her voice booms.
“You think you can just throw me away like common garbage?” she bellows.
As if replying, the floor quickens its pace, crumbling away at twice the speed. She laughs.
“You are making a grave mistake this time, Wonderland. Wonderland CAN NOT EXIST WITHOUT ME!”
There is barely a foot left for her to stand on, but the Queen is grinning and cackling with a nervous confidence, like someone might laugh at a gun pointed at their face.
"You’ll see! You’ll wish you had never unmade me! YOU’LL WISH YOU HAD APPRECIATED ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU INSTEAD OF SIDING WITH THOSE UNGRATEFUL TRAITORS!"
She is shrieking by the end, and the mansion has had enough of her. The ground drops from under her feet, and the Queen falls in a flash of light, gone in a gulp. When the glare of white is gone, the floor has been restored, and neither the Queen nor the Vorpal Sword are anywhere to be found.
[ooc: Caught on video for both sides of the mansion to see.]
