[Fear] She isn't sure exactly where she is, anymore. It had looked bright enough on the other side of the door, but once she'd stepped through the light had changed. Now there was still light, but there were also a million shadows cast at strange angles, and she swore there was something in there staring back at her...
Without warning, something slams into her from the left, squealing, and only reflex gets an arm between her throat and a pair of large, snapping teeth as she crashes to the ground without a word, wrestling with the creature.
[Hope] When Alice finds the mirror, she's equal parts curious and cautious. It clearly doesn't belong here. Some magical relic, maybe. There's definitely a compulsion on it, and even though she knows it's probably a horrible idea, she picks it up. The next hour is spent sitting in a dark corner of an empty, half-ruined hut, staring silently at whatever the glass shows. Her face is expressionless, or maybe full of too many emotions to categorize. It doesn't change as she suddenly smashes the mirror to the ground, shattering it, and methodically grinding the shards into dust with bleeding hands until there's nothing big enough to reflect left.
Afterwards, she makes a point of approaching anyone with a mirror, intense and demanding. "You. Let me see that." It isn't a voice that says please so much as it does or else.
[Rage] She's been standing here for two hours now playing this stupid game. It shouldn't have taken this long. She should have had her prize. She's been sure she's won at least a dozen times now, only every time she looks at the board, it seems the points have changed. Only sheer stubbornness has kept her going this long. It's probably rigged. All carnival games are, she knows that. Only it's just she can't turn away, blue eyes fixed on a candle burning with a flame the same exact shade...
It isn't until the points change again, almost visibly this time, that she stops. The game resets, but this time, she finally opens her mouth to speak. Spitting something that sounds a little like Russian with weirder vowels, she gestures sharply, and the entire booth bursts into flames.
If anyone catches her in the act, all she does is glare their direction. Just try and say something about it.
Alice : The Magicians (books) : OTA
She isn't sure exactly where she is, anymore. It had looked bright enough on the other side of the door, but once she'd stepped through the light had changed. Now there was still light, but there were also a million shadows cast at strange angles, and she swore there was something in there staring back at her...
Without warning, something slams into her from the left, squealing, and only reflex gets an arm between her throat and a pair of large, snapping teeth as she crashes to the ground without a word, wrestling with the creature.
[Hope]
When Alice finds the mirror, she's equal parts curious and cautious. It clearly doesn't belong here. Some magical relic, maybe. There's definitely a compulsion on it, and even though she knows it's probably a horrible idea, she picks it up. The next hour is spent sitting in a dark corner of an empty, half-ruined hut, staring silently at whatever the glass shows. Her face is expressionless, or maybe full of too many emotions to categorize. It doesn't change as she suddenly smashes the mirror to the ground, shattering it, and methodically grinding the shards into dust with bleeding hands until there's nothing big enough to reflect left.
Afterwards, she makes a point of approaching anyone with a mirror, intense and demanding. "You. Let me see that." It isn't a voice that says please so much as it does or else.
[Rage]
She's been standing here for two hours now playing this stupid game. It shouldn't have taken this long. She should have had her prize. She's been sure she's won at least a dozen times now, only every time she looks at the board, it seems the points have changed. Only sheer stubbornness has kept her going this long. It's probably rigged. All carnival games are, she knows that. Only it's just she can't turn away, blue eyes fixed on a candle burning with a flame the same exact shade...
It isn't until the points change again, almost visibly this time, that she stops. The game resets, but this time, she finally opens her mouth to speak. Spitting something that sounds a little like Russian with weirder vowels, she gestures sharply, and the entire booth bursts into flames.
If anyone catches her in the act, all she does is glare their direction. Just try and say something about it.