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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:35 pm
White darted to the rooms, taking the cup with him. Upon opening the first door, he saw the pistols, truly, he was uninterested in pistols. He closed the door and went to the next. Upon opening it, his eyes scanned the room, finding the room full of what he wanted. He entered and began searching through the rifles.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:42 pm
Marche smiled at White's enthusiasm, pouring himself more coffee.
"I'll run out of sugar at this rate," he mumbled.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:56 pm
White had found a very curious rifle, barreled in .44-40 Winchester, lever action, adjustable sights. White pulled his right hand forward, the lever pulling back. "...I quite enjoy such a firearm." He said to himself, taking a good long sip of coffee. He walked out of the room, holding the rifle by the barrel. He went into the other room and quickly snatched a box of ammunition. He walked out and back down the stairs. "...Thank you for your hospitality, I will pay you back sometime soon." He said to Marche.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:02 pm
Marche laughed.
"No need, friend. Just make sure Queen Alice comes back safe and sound! And name one of 'em after me. Heheheh."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:14 pm
White did not hear his last comment. He left the empty cup on a small table next to the door. But first, he would need to change. He went back into his home. Going up the stairs, he went into the door on the left in the hallway. Entering his bedroom, he opened the closet, and pulled out a near identical set of clothes he was wearing. He quickly changed, holstering the revolver inside the tailcoat. He left his home, reloading the rifle and giving the lever a pull, seating a bullet.
He was ready.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 10:02 am
Marche wished his newfound friend goodwill, and went down to his garden, sitting rather dismally in his seat.
I wish I had something to stir me up like that.
He began to eat more bread-and-butter, still displaying his skill of not getting the butter on his hands or his gloves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:41 am
A rather odd-looking man walked up to Marche; in one hand, he held an envelope, and in the other, a package of pepper on a string. He had the face of a fish, odd as that was, and as he sidled into Marche's garden, he kept an impressively dumb look on his face.
He handed the envelope to Marche as he skittered away, running into a chair here and there.
Marche calmly opened the envelope, but upon seeing the handwriting he visibly flinched.
Dear Marche,
I am overjoyed to tell you that I have fully recovered from the injury you gave me. Sadly, I don't think you should go anywhere near there, as the bills have put me in debt to the Duchess. Thanks for nothing.
Love, Eileen Tinker
Marche's shoulders sunk, and he remembered it all in a flash; the ripping, the blood, what he had done. He had put such great stress upon her body that her hair was thin and coarse, her nails bitten to their core. He did not think she was unpleasant-looking, he just regretted what he had done to her. Him and his women; no matter how much he hated it, they always got hurt.
This feeling hurt Marche a lot, but he bore it.
I just won't answer for now...
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:48 am
Hatter calmly strode through Marche's garden, he stopped just behind the weird fish man and removed his hat. Withdrawing his favorite tea cup he brushed back the wisps of hair and placed the hat back on its perch; circling the rim of the cup with his index finger Hatter cleared his throat before catching his old friends eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:01 pm
Marche bowed quite dutifully.
"Hello, old friend! I thought you'd never show up. I've run about fifteen errands in the span you were gone."
He sat down, and made himself some more tea.
"I was trying to engage the Dormouse in conversation, but he jjust so happens to fail at that as well."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:10 pm
The Guard bowed in turn and gave a half smile, "Indeed, I never much cared for his company," He pushed himself forward and took a seat opposite of the hare. "As for my absence I apologize, you should know that I have poor planning skills and rarely pay attention." Hatter slid his cup over to Marche.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:20 pm
Marche growled.
"What am I to do with your cup?...Oh, right!"
He picked it up and threw it behind him quite recklessly, with a loud, audible crash. A new teacup appeared, and he handed it to Hatter.
Marche looked at the letter somewhat sourly.
"...Hmph. I wish I wasn't a womanizer, Hatter. Ah well, it comes with the species."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:32 pm
"Well that curse may come in handy one day. Consider yourself lucky, I have no luck with women." Hatter reached up his coat sleeve and pulled out one of the twenty-some-odd knives and grabbed the new cup from Marche's hand. Placing the blade on the center he cut the cup cleanly in half. "Only half a cup for me, please. So why is this letter you received such a thorn in your tail?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:38 pm
Marche poured him some tea.
"Well, it's from the Cook-- you know, Eileen Tinker-- the one who works for the Duchess these days, to feed the Duchess' pig-baby... thing."
He poured himself some tea, and mumbled as he drank it.
"...she's the one who I nearly ripped in half..."
Marche's huge ears perked up a little.
"I saw White today. He's become very... violent, if I do say so myself."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:57 pm
The Guard took up his cup and chugged it in one shot "Ah yes, Eileen. I remember her, wasn't she the one that you insisted had a mental condition of 'Tea Obsession' and you stayed behind to treat her?" Hatter grinned widely as his friend's unease showed briefly before disappearing behind his nest statement. "White always had a violent side to him, which is why I stay away from him. No, its not because of my fear of rabbits." The Guard flushed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:03 pm
Marche pursed his lips, trying not to laugh.
"Yeah. It worked though... then again, I also told you she had a pet rabbit, and that she'd want to feed it some of the stuff on our table. That, uh.... wasn't true. She's a complete loon now, sadly, so if she saw any rabbit she'd probably throw it into a boiling pot of water. And throw pepper on it."
He was aghast.
"And White's always very, very timid. Very quiet. Ah well, I hope he rescues Alice safe and sound... We can't help him, due to our association with Gwendo-- I mean, her, uh, White Majesty."
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