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[ At one point, when Alice's thoughts stray to the Outsider more strongly, the world will seem to fall away; the mare will not be there, Caer Scima will not be there. The Outsider will be before her, everything below his torso shrouded in shadow, wisps of it swirling around him. To anyone looking at Alice during this conversation, she will seem to be in a bit of a daze -- they will not see the Outsider, they will not hear the words they share.

He smiles, and one of the bones is pulled up by magic into his hand. In this place he can touch them, touch her, even though he's not physically present. ]

Hello, Alice. Did you make use of the gift I gave you?

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[ Where others would be alarmed at a sudden change of scenery, Alice doesn't even bat an eye at it. Slowly, she rises from her knees, her demeanor is one of calm. Alice in a daze is also nothing new. This is the only time she accepts this sort of thing isn't a hallucination of Wonderland. ]

Hello, Outsider.

[ It would feel weird to attach the regular formality to his name, much like she does with everyone else. ]

I did. It was helpful along the way to the Redgate.

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[ It isn't really the Void -- not his Void, anyway, not the Void as it should be. But there is magic in symbolism, in dedicating a place whether it is conscious or not -- and the Drabwurld is a world filled with magic. ]

Good, [ he murmurs, and for the first time she might notice that there are not only shadows swirling around him. There are four fish now, too; small, black, with trailing fins and tails. ]

And you have returned now?

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[ That's a little confusing, almost distracting. Whether or not she wants to return here completely she's still very torn. There are more people she knows in Caer Scima than she knows in the seelie court.

Given the state of what's happening, Alice may come here a bit more often. ]

Yes, we've returned. The Redgate could have ended in better than we hoped for, however.

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Such is the way of war.

[ All campaigns could have gone better for either side. No one truly wins a battle. ]

You have survived, though.

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I made a point to.

[ If she ignores the fact she was rendered unconscious. All in a day's work for Alice Liddell. ]

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Good. It would be a shame to lose your company so early in our friendship.

[ If his relationships with anyone can be considered friendships. ]

Thank you for the gifts. [ He motions toward the bones, still holding one in his hand. ]

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[ And yet, somehow, Alice questions that given the nature of herself and the cat. ]


Well, I figured to return the favor.

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Do you have plans now, Alice?

[ Ever-so curious, the young man with the black eyes. ]

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[ This seems to take the wind out of Alice's sails completely. She pauses, looking to the side. She has no idea what she will do now, other than help the people she went to Redgate with.

As of now, they seem to have a little bits of trust based on familiarity and what they had fought through. ]

I suppose now after this, I will return to the station and see to a few I am acquainted with.

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Will you tell me of the Station? I have not been.

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It is neutral territory where members of both courts come if they want to stay out of the war. There's technology beyond my time and a good amount of supplies there. You don't peg me as the type to sleep, but they doo have comfortable beds.

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I am considering visiting, if only to see this technology. I am more fond of magic, but I admit that the minds of those without it, what they can create, can be... interesting.

[ And yeah, no, he doesn't sleep. Or eat. Or much of anything, really -- he just trolls. ]

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You'll find plenty of interesting things there, especially anything they refer to "electronic". But if it's magic you want, you would find the elves interesting. They're a curious race... they have told me they're immortal, well over a thousand years old.

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I have spoken to several elves. One called Maglor has promised to tell me stories when I wish.

[ He'd be giddy about it, if he were the sort to be giddy about anything. ]

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[ Maglor gets around, doesn't he? And not in that way. ]

He is a magnificent bard, yes. His father was here before; he took a liking to the station. As a matter of fact, he crafted strange things in the station. He's made a few objects speak back to you, even! He was there for such a short time and yet he managed to learn how some of those objects function.

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[ well how do we know it's not in that way ]

He spoke a little of the sea. [ And it is for that reason, even above the offer of telling stories, that the Outsider is intrigued. ]

How can such objects speak?

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Oh, how I wish I knew! He was very intimidating fellow, nothing like his sons. I was told by his sons and relatives he was skilled in many crafts.

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There was a scholar, back in the Empire -- a man named Anton Sokolov. Brilliant, the people called him, and for what he did it was true. But he was boring, predictable, and no matter how many times he called for me, I did not answer.

[ He thinks it would be different, here; if Sokolov were a stranger, like all the others, and he was still unable to predict things as accurately. ]

Even he could not make something made of metal and wires speak on its own.

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No, that would take a different type of man. Mister Fëanáro was a very peculiar man with a fire underneath him and he stood for no one's authority. Even I found him intimidating after a while.

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I see. [ It's hard to tell just how he would feel about someone, without them actually being there. ]

You are seldom intimidated by others?

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No.

[ She speaks truthfully as Alice is not easily frightened beyond the scope of fire. ]

There is always something predictable underneath a facade. I am not afraid of monsters.

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Monsters are far less dangerous than men. But you know that, do you not?

[ She is not so different than the young ladies orphaned by the plague, rejected and rejecting. ]

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[ Just like the cat, which makes it easier for her to be so casual about how horrific people can really be. ]

Unfortunately, all too well.

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Should you need assistance with them, call. I may be able to help.