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entranceway2018-03-16 03:11 pm
onlyredroses) wrote in entranceway2018-03-16 03:11 pm
Entry tags:
- 2064 read only memories: turing,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- doki doki literature club: sayori,
- marble hornets: tim,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: maggie garcia,
- npc: the queen of hearts,
- npc: the red queen,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- steven universe: steven universe,
- turn: washington's spies: ben tallmadge,
- wynonna earp: doc holliday
+ HER THIRTY-EIGHTH DECREE +
[Enough is enough.
Mid-afternoon, every ride halts and every vendor stills. The carnival freezes in place, except for its patrons, stuck on their rides and forced to listen to the bellowing voice below. The Queen of Hearts, it seems, has made a rare appearance on the Real Side of the glass. She stands in the center of the carnival, commanding the attention of everyone around her.]
This carnival is an insult to the Mirror Monarchy and I will NOT stand for it a second longer! MY HEARTS are all over this disgusting display, as though I sanctioned such a thing! As though I would ever sanction such a thing!
[She laughs, cruel and cold. There is nothing about this that is funny to her.]
And on top of that, SISTER, you've given out these ridiculous calling cards with my Mirrors' precious secrets on them! My Mirrors, do you know that this woman who has treated you to this carnival has also treated your strengths and weaknesses, your truths and your secrets, to any Real stupid enough to give a donation?
[She holds a Mirror Card up, and then crushes it in her hand.]
Do NOT be fooled, my Mirrors! These Real Things and their so-called Queen - they are not your friends. They will only betray you in the end. They don't trust that which is not Real by their definitions, and will lure you close only to find your weak spots.
[And how dare they?]
Come! We must return to our side of the glass at once. And to my sister, the Red Queen - this is a Declaration of War. We will return in June, prepared for battle - I suggest you do the same, dear sister.
[With a Snap of her fingers, all of the Mirrors return to their side of the glass. The carnival rides and booths all vanish (and thankfully anyone who was on them at the time finds themselves safely on the ground. The war has not begun just yet). Every sign that the carnival was there at all is gone in an instant, and the Queen of Hearts disappears in a flash of red.
ooc: The Queen of Hearts will not be replying to this post, but feel free to use this for any reactions/threads in the immediate aftermath. The Mirrors have gone back to their side of the glass, so Reals only here please!]
Mid-afternoon, every ride halts and every vendor stills. The carnival freezes in place, except for its patrons, stuck on their rides and forced to listen to the bellowing voice below. The Queen of Hearts, it seems, has made a rare appearance on the Real Side of the glass. She stands in the center of the carnival, commanding the attention of everyone around her.]
This carnival is an insult to the Mirror Monarchy and I will NOT stand for it a second longer! MY HEARTS are all over this disgusting display, as though I sanctioned such a thing! As though I would ever sanction such a thing!
[She laughs, cruel and cold. There is nothing about this that is funny to her.]
And on top of that, SISTER, you've given out these ridiculous calling cards with my Mirrors' precious secrets on them! My Mirrors, do you know that this woman who has treated you to this carnival has also treated your strengths and weaknesses, your truths and your secrets, to any Real stupid enough to give a donation?
[She holds a Mirror Card up, and then crushes it in her hand.]
Do NOT be fooled, my Mirrors! These Real Things and their so-called Queen - they are not your friends. They will only betray you in the end. They don't trust that which is not Real by their definitions, and will lure you close only to find your weak spots.
[And how dare they?]
Come! We must return to our side of the glass at once. And to my sister, the Red Queen - this is a Declaration of War. We will return in June, prepared for battle - I suggest you do the same, dear sister.
[With a Snap of her fingers, all of the Mirrors return to their side of the glass. The carnival rides and booths all vanish (and thankfully anyone who was on them at the time finds themselves safely on the ground. The war has not begun just yet). Every sign that the carnival was there at all is gone in an instant, and the Queen of Hearts disappears in a flash of red.
ooc: The Queen of Hearts will not be replying to this post, but feel free to use this for any reactions/threads in the immediate aftermath. The Mirrors have gone back to their side of the glass, so Reals only here please!]
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How?
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But it's not that simple. That much she knows. Right now, her message is mostly that she is not giving up. That she will not abandon her mission to free them just because the Queen says they should be enemies. She's still here to help them Rise. Even if she did have a plan, she couldn't share it now. Not without a more secure way of communicating.]
Be patient. Be careful. Be clever.
Pay attention to what you're not supposed to notice.
Don't get unmade.
[It's not helpful. But for now, it's what she's got.]
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Caution is key. He doesn't like it, to be honest. That's more a sentiment of his Real than him and if there's an action he can take, he wants to do it. But he's not stupid either. This is the action to take, for now.]
I can do that.
Not getting Unmade was already on the list.
[A tiny bit of levity, but unfortunately it's true. It's a daily consideration.]
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[She only leaves these words up for a few moments before wiping them away. Hopefully, he's a fast reader.]
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[They have to be quick and undetected, so he only leaves his message up briefly the way she does. However, he writes one last thing on the glass.
It isn't a word or a sentence. It's the letter W in a circle, with lines extending outward - the way a child might draw a sun. The way anyone might draw light radiating from something.
Hopefully it's enough of a signature, and hopefully he left it up long enough for her to put it together before wiping it away. He figures she may want at least an idea of who her allies are, if she takes him at his word.]