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mcmurderer) wrote2017-09-27 10:17 am
mcmurderer) wrote2017-09-27 10:17 am
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THE MAD HATTER
Welcome, Mad Hatter! You have been chosen for the role of a SERIAL KILLER - a killing role. The Queen of Hearts laments the loss of one of her more interesting residents of Wonderland. She has tasked you with providing entertainment for the few weeks to come. Your goal is to kill as many people over the course of two weeks. For each successful kill, they will receive a personalized incentive.
However, there is someone who will be attempting to stop the slaughter before it happens. Be warned.
A list of rules are as follow:
2. They will only be allowed to use the environment for their kills. No weapons will be provided, so get creative!
3. The Mad Hatter is at risk of being executed. If executed, they will lose all incentives gained.
New top levels will be created in this post for each week the Mad Hatter is alive. The White Rabbit will meet with the Mad Hatter on
+ MURDER PROPOSALS + IC RULEBOOK + HOUSING
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Y-Yes, ill but not weak. Always a fighter, our lovely Queen. Miraculous she has combatted this curse for so long — nothing short of excellent!
[ He's forcefully singing her praises. ]
M-Madness infects the mind with a need for chaos. Chaos in Wonderland? I-It threatens our very way of life. The Queen is frightful and forceful — her rule extends into the shoreline, the Tugley Woods.... past her own kingdom. She — She keeps the peace.. W-When her madness flares, she becomes irrational and —
[ Fingers to his own throat. ]
T-The cure, you understand, are the roses. Only the red ones. They survive for long periods of time, keeps her at bay, but she has but one singular red one left. Alice — Alice prevented that when she left... her garden is now dreadfully white and p-p-plain!
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She's a madwoman, then. [ he's just going to say all the things you can't, my dear rabbit. ] A delusional, tyrannical, callous woman. A wicked woman who only cares for herself, and would gladly crush you underneath her heel if you were to even doubt her word. It's pitiful...to see a Queen desperately grasping for her own sanity.
[ :'( ]
As the King of Weblin...you have my sympathy, but I don't have time to waste. I'll play this role of yours for a price: a great one.
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T-Then your participation is d-d-duly noted and preparations w-will begin... You have read the rules carefully, have you not? H-How will you go about caring this out? The kill must happen between Thursday evening and r Friday m-morning. I need names to - to prepare for the funeral arrangements.
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[ it's a hiss, and a savage one at that. ]
What will you offer me?
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[ From his pocket, he pulls out a vial that reads "THROW ME". With a toss, the liquid explodes into the fireplace. He sees a familiar scene — something that brings him great joy. Possibly a future? Possibly something he's always dreamed of? Suddenly, the scene pans to his worst nightmare. Anything imaginable because it's midnight, so have at it and trigger your boy. ]
Y-Your future and wishes rely on you! They do, they do. The Queen relies on you and... [ He finally reaches back down to the hat and lifts it up with shaking paws. ] P-Please bring balance back. B-Bring her Mad Hatter back.
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it's the country he knows and loves, the country he both rules and serves. the wolves have been mounted and hang from the palace, and the people regard him with utmost warmth. there's a woman's hand in his — she wears a ring. who could that be, i wonder?
baby blue becomes crimson, and the grassy green becomes a trodden brown. it all distorts, warping into a spiral, until it fades into nothing more than— ]
...!!!
[ oh wow. it's him accidentally killing his suicidal mother again. that sure fucking blows. eyes widen with horror, his tail now absolutely rigid as its hairs proceed to stick up individually. his ears fidget erratically; a tremor runs through mejojo's body, one borne from both mortification and rage.
suddenly—
he laughs. ]
H-haha...hahahaha....hahahaHAHAHA...!!
[ he's wheezing, but his laughter quakes as though it's...caught in between something that can only be described as a sob. those heels we know and love echo through the room, and a gloved hand slithers around the rabbit's throat, lifting him up in an iron tight vise for the second time this night. this though, this gesture is far too harsh to be a mere demonstration. there is intent to kill in the way those fingers wrap around the poor creature's throat. ]
You thought...this would be funny, didn't you...!? Showing me this...?! You thought it would...you thought...!
[ mejojo's grip tightens — and then falls limp in that same minute. the rabbit drops to the floor yet again. ]
Her hand in marriage. I want the extermination of every single one of those wolves, anyone who opposes me, the revival of my mother and...her. I want her to be mine. It's the least I deserve for partaking in this wretched little game. Do you understand?
[ this alone proves it. she is a woman with a power that is far greater, grander, magnificent than his. he is her piece, and that simply won't do. he can't lose. he can never let this go. the only way to recover this tremendous loss, this wound to his ego, is to make her his.
this game will not end until she is. ]
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Before he can croak a plea for two names, he's choked out. Lifted up, his cheeks puff and ears lay back defensively. Kicking his legs, squirming desperately, he can not get free.
For every word Mejojo gives, the creature nods. Frantic with understanding and acceptance. The Queen... will either go mad with this answer or enjoy the thrill of it all. It is not his place to choose.
He croaks out - ]
Gh-ghkk.. Yes...!
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mejojo is a walking light switch. his shoulders and ears lower, and he presses his lips into a thin line before simply walking back to sit in the armchair again, legs crossed as though he didn't try to choke out this poor rabbit 2 seconds ago. ]
The other 3 Guests — are they my opponents or my allies? And you mentioned my brother earlier: is he here?
[ he asks less out of concern and moreso because slaughtering people without his brother is more tedious than it should be! who's going to tell him how great his ideas are now :'( ]
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[ Sorry, he's rubbing his throat a lot, okay. ]
There are others who have come here with companions from their world — your brother was one, but he is in the Queen's grasps. Her merciful company. Ver-very merciful!
[ Waves his paw to the painting. behind him of the Queen infront of her castle over the sea. ]
S-She keeps him in her kingdom, far from here. Unreachable through the brush and hedges.
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his features soften suddenly, and he looks...somewhat distraught. ]
Auger... [ he mutters to himself...before switching right back. ] She should fear for her life if he's in her presence. My brother is...
[ uh. he doesn't know how to finish this so he won't. ]
I've decided, then. Two people will be annihilated this week.
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[ But he grabs the fucking hat and tosses it at him. PLEASE. ]
S-She has her army. Worry about your choices. Names — n-n-names!! Give me their names!
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You're my first choice.
[ it's said with a small smile — which then dissipates entirely. ]
I'm joking. [ that would be more convincing if he wasn't completely deadpan now. ] Croix Meridies and Esther de Groot. Croix is a smart woman; she's destined to become a thorn in my side. It's better to eliminate one of my kin to offset suspicion, and it seems to me like that woman...ah, Ursula? would cry at the sight of her corpse. That could prove to be entertaining, so I'd like to place the body in her room.
Esther...is always thinking — and even worse, always speaking. I want her gone.
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[ GULP. ]
It will be y-your command...! You don't need to worry of curfew. When you slumber in Wonderland, your mind wanders. You are no longer easily stirred. Not by the pawns of the Queen.
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[ :) ]
I want to speak to the Queen, Rabbit.
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There's nothing I'd like more. I'll have a gift prepared for her by Friday — will I be able to send a letter in advance, or will I simply be kept waiting?
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the ledger is then promptly motioned towards the rabbit. it reads: ]
Your Highness,
You've made a wise decision. I will serve as your ally in this game of yours. As the King of Weblin, your wish is my command. This kingdom reminds me a great deal of my own — it's almost as though I haven't left home at all.
There are many things I want from this world. Your company is at the top of my list. There is something about you that compels me; perhaps it's your power, raw and unadulterated? Or is it the burden you carry? I'm not certain, but I'd like to uncover it for myself.
I have a gift in store for you. I expect that you'll enjoy it, as it's a labor of...
Hm, I wonder.
Regardless, my Queen, I look forward to your arrival. You're rather cruel, keeping me waiting like this...but I suppose it'll have to do. I have faith that you'll make it worth both my time and longing. I do hope my younger brother isn't causing you any trouble.
With affection,
The Mad Hatter
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Okay. ]
T-This will be delivered promptly to her!
[ He shuts the ledger tightly, binding it with a red ribbon to keep it secure. ]
You can begin your hunt T-Thursday after curfew. You have until the last morning dew drops Friday morning to complete the act.