Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-26362630-20180817151223/@comment-5647250-20180910222525

Alice: I was changing my sentence, since meeting you hasn't really been all that 'nice' so far. (she smiles sweetly)

(There's a sound of running as Cheshire is seen sprinting from somewhere and running up to Alice)

Cheshire: All right, I made it. You said the seal was coming undone?

Alice: (she nods) Just needs to be recast and settled before some reinforcements I think.

Cheshire: Same poem then?

Alice: (she nods again and the two of them speak in unison)

Fury said to

   a mouse, That

                he met

                     in the

                      house,

                    'Let us

               both go

            to law:

          I will

     prosecute

     you.—

       Come, I'll

           take no

              denial;

                   We must

                          have a

                                 trial:

                                    For

                               really

                             this

                               morning

                                         I've

                                nothing

                             to do.'

                      Said the

                 mouse to

               the cur,

                   'Such a

                           trial,

                    dear sir,

                With no

             jury or

          judge,

             would be

                  wasting

                      our breath.'

                           'I'll be

                        judge,

                      I'll be

                   jury,'

               Said

                   cunning

                         old Fury;

                               'I'll try

                                    the whole

                                            cause,

                                            and

                                      condemn

                                          you

                                            to

                                              death.' "

(And after the two of them speak the poem in a strange fashion that neither Nirvana or Minerva can understand why it doesn't seem like a regular poem, the water seems to stop for a moment, flow backward another, before returning to its regular flow.)