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| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 31 | On nights like this, I try to imagine myself like the moon
/ lying somewhere dark and quiet, far, far away from everything else
/ just sleeping, not hearing the seasons as they pass by.
/ Sleeping like the dead. / It never helps.
/ .....
/ ...this pillow is too high. http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-31.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 32 | *creeeak* / ...Hello? / Hello?
/ ...Is there anyone about? / *clatter* http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-32.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 33 | ...Princess November? / Good evening.
/ I see that the extra mattresses were not enough to suit your needs...? http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-33.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 34 | ....um
/ ...No... they weren't.
/ Well, I'm afraid the servants have all retired for the night... / ...But I could rouse someone for you, if there's anything you require...
/ ....
/ ...Why do you do that?
/ Do what, Your Highness? / ...Why do you keep this pretense of politeness?
/ You don't even believe... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-34.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 35 | You're obviously very capable.
/ For all I know, you and he would do a fine job of ruling this kingdom.
/ .... / ...It wasn't like that, you know.
/ hm? / All this... obtaining this castle, introducing Pierre to King Durand...
/ ...it was a challenge.
/ I didn't do it because I wanted any kind of kingly... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-35.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 36 | After his father died, I was all he had to his name.
/ Left to his own devices, he would have starved to death within a fortnight.
/ Once I was done with him, he was the most well-off man in the entire kingdom.
/ THAT'S power. / Now, thanks to me, he can live happily ever after...
/ ...And I can grow old... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-36.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 37 | ...But you still CATCH mice, I see.
/ Of course; for sport. Hunting is in the blood, after all.
/ Given the opportunity, even the most pampered and well-fed hearthside cat will chase after mice. / Really?
/ Even one who's old and fat, and has his pick of sunny spots to lie in?
/ ..... / It just seems... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-37.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 38 | ...Wh-what...
/ ...Where are you...
/ ...HOW LONG??
/ Just until Princess November finds what it is she's looking for.
/ Or until the search becomes too boring. / You... you CAN'T go... / ...As your master, I FORBID it!!!
/ pfff / MRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
/ ? / Hooooo...
/ ...Pierre, I've misjudged you. You... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-38.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 39 | ...What if more people come asking me about... things? Like "policy"?
/ (Your boots, sir...)
/ Nod, look thoughtful, and tell them you need to take the matter under further advisement. / Wh-what if Colette and I have a quarrell?
/ Simply say, "I'm sorry, my darling, you were right and I was wrong." / "I... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-39.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 40 | .....
/ ...Master Perrault asked that I meet him here.
/ Mm. / It was his feeling that we should set off in a modest and inconspicuous manner, and I agreed with him.
/ Mm-hmm. / That's why the Marquis' eighth-best carriage is prepared to take us as far as the forest's edge.
/ And that's why we're leaving... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-40.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 41 | (Bon voyage!)
/ Shall we?
/ Yes, please. / Poor girl. COMPLETELY off her head!
/ Still, she IS handsome enough. Perhaps some down-on-his-luck viscount or baron will take fancy and make an honest woman out of her. / Puss...
/ As for that cat of yours, let him be away for as long as he likes.
/ It will... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-41.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 42 | ..... / You could always turn around and go home. / ....No, I couldn't. / Perhaps you should.
/ The forest is a dangerous place. There are things waiting to eat you up at every turn.
/ You don't sound very confident. / Oh, I'm confident I can get myself out of most scrapes.
/ However, I'm not certain... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-42.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 43 | ..."Other"... Wh-what makes you think...
/ Your Highness, you need a ladder just to climb out of bed.
/ I'd sooner believe that the world is round than that you survived two nights in these woods through your own abilities. / So who was it, then? Some gallant local huntsman, maybe?
/ Don't worry; your... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-43.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 44 | Ah...
/ ..... / Eh...?
/ W-WAIT! / *THUNK* http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-44.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 45 | [[Red grabs Perrault by the collar, throws him on the ground, and plants her foot on his sternum. She's rough!]]
/ Red: What's the rush?
/ Remembered an urgent appointment in town?
/ November: RED! / November: ...Please!
/ This is Master Perrault. He's a friend!
/ Red: Hahh. Fine friend... / Red: ...to... http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-45.html |
| Chapter 1: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- page 46 | Perrault: ...Mademoiselle Red Cap... I presume?
/ I can give you my assurance that it won't happen again.
/ Red: Ooh, it speaks so well.
/ Such a clever little beast. / Red: I
/ HATE
/ clever beasts.
/ Caption: Chapter One: The Moon is Rolling in Her Grave -- (END) http://forthewicked.net/archive/01-46.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 1 | [[A flashback. It's dark and pouring rain. November is hurrying through the woods alone, looking disheveled. Dark, indistinct shapes gather around her footsteps.]] http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-01.html |
| First Interlude: The Boy -- page 1 | Pierre: --Wrong! Give up? The answer is "carriage"!
/ Colette: "Carriage" begins with a "c", Pierre.
/ Pierre: Look, I'll do another one so you get the hang of it, all right?
/ I spy with my little eye something beginning with -- / [[Both are jostled out of their seats as the carriage comes to a sudden... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02i-01.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 2 | [[A flash of lightning lights up the surroundings. November flinches at the resulting thunderclap.]]
/ < http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-02.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 3 | [[Another flash of lightning. A figure shrouded in a red cape is standing behind November.]]
/ < http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-03.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 4 | Red: Lost your way, little girl? / November: ...Er. Is this your house?
/ Red: I hang my hat here. / [[Inside, November shakes her wet clothes.]]
/ < http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-04.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 5 | .....
/ ...So... / ...Do you live by yourself?
/ It seems rather dangerous to live alone in the woods...
/ Seems more dangerous to TRAVEL alone in the woods. / Er.
/ Yes, there do seem to be some... frightful things about at night... / And...
/ ...I suppose there must be a lot of wolves as well. / Not... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-05.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 6 | I see... You wiped them all out, then?
/ You must be quite the hunter.
/ hahh. / If I were the best hunter that ever lived, and killed and killed and killed 'till I was old and withered...
/ ...there would still be wolves to lurk in the dark woods. / But they--
/ --left. / ...Where did they go?
/ Who... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-06.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 7 | ...I'm...
/ ...feeling a bit chilled.
/ You don't mind if I borrow one of your furs, do you?
/ mh. / ...And another thing... / ...You wouldn't happen to have any cushions...? / It's just that I find the floor a bit hard to sit on...
/ *CLUNK* / ...Is there something wrong? http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-07.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 8 | .... / ...Wood floors bruise your bottom, little girl? / Well, YES, to put it crudely...
/ (I bruise VERY easily.)
/ And you've no right to address me as "little girl"; I don't think you're much older than I. / I'm...
/ ...My name is November. / ...Won't you give me your name?
/ Why? Don't like your... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-08.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 9 | *drip drip* / ...Do you never sleep?
/ Take the bed, if you're sleepy. / Th-that's very good of you...
/ ...But I don't think I... that is...
/ ...er, I'm not tired. / ..... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-09.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 10 | ...Well, perhaps I should try to sleep, at least.
/ I'll say good-night to you, then. / ! http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-10.html |
| Chapter Two: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know | ...I...
/ ...I can't stay in this bed...
/ It's softer than the floor. / N-no... I mean...
/ Th-there's something IN this bed... or there WAS... / Something like... death... / ...how...? http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-11.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 12 | I... I can't explain it...
/ ...It's just this feeling that I... / Nothing underneath...
/ ...nothing between the bedclothes... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-12.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 13 | .... / That's right... I burned the old bedclothes, didn't I...?
/ ...aired out the old mattress...
/ ...'till even I couldn't smell the death anymore... / ...So / HOW
/ DID
/ YOU
/ KNOW? / Th-then... You knew all along...
/ ...that someone died here...
/ "Someone"...? http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-13.html |
| Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 14 | THREE died, in that bed. / I was one of them. / ...Yes, and while this is all QUITE fascinating...
/ ...there is one thing I feel I must ask... http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-14.html |