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[Alice is walking along as she does, it's normal for her at this rate to be talking to herself. Muttering, even. She doesn't sound too well.]

People... don't just explode and come back to life.

A- And England surely isn't a living being. I- I'm not mad, I'm-

[She lowers her head as she walks in the streets, even bumps into others as it didn't help.]

But to a crisp- That's real. Is this real? Is all of it?

[A flicker - a glint - of her vorpal blade can be seen as she withdraws it in her hands.]

Foul tricks, they're all better off dead.

[Alice strains, with her free hand, she covers her head as if she's got the worse possible headache in the world. Huffing as she does, in a drop of a hat, Alice keels over to her left side out of sight.]

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[Her knife somehow found its way into Claire's hand, which she might notice once he's making a grab for her arm to help her up.]

Hey, kid, you shouldn't be stumblin' around like that in a busy street like this. With a sharp weapon, no less. You could hurt somebody!

[Alice only has half of the mind to notice what she was doing. All she knows is that her arm is being grabbed and someone has taken a hold of the vorpal blade. In an instant, Alice's hands grasp the blade's edges to promptly take it back.

Alice also doesn't take kindly to being touched.]

What is it that you think you are doing?

[Claire holds the dagger up and away from her grasp, if only because he's concerned that she might actually hurt herself. His grip on her arm is strong, but not tight enough to hurt her.]

Hold on for a sec; think you can stand on your own, right now?

[Alice doesn't seem to hear him -- or so it seems that way. Her green eyes are locked on the vorpal blade. When she gets up, she's making a grab for the blade, without any words.]

Hey - [He understands why a girl, especially one of her stature, would be livid in this situation. A weapon is safety, security. But a weapon is also dangerous when in the wrong hands. She doesn't appear to be drunk, which was what he had initially suspected upon seeing her, but ...

He surveys her carefully as she makes a grab for it again, stepping around her as he releases her arm.] Listen, if you're not gonna calm down and take a seat, I'm not gonna give it back. I'm trying to help you.

[She can't process that.

Releasing her arm helps her relax, but her eyes are fixed on the blade, Alice pale and shaky. There's more she can do without it. Call it a sentimental item; it makes Alice feel she has a piece of herself.

Which, in a way, is true. The only piece of Wonderland here. Her mind.]

How are you helping me? Give it back to me.

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[Iceland had really only stopped because she bumped into him.]

Hey--hey, what are you doing?

[He frowns as she falls over, wondering if she's just really drunk or something.]

[She doesn't respond directly, only holds her head like it's the worst headache in the world.]

[Iceland is cautious; he doesn't really want to be close if her head explodes or something like seems to be happening lately.]

Hey. Can you even hear me?

[Yes, no more exploding heads! Alice can't take anymore of it.]

I heard you the first time.

What are you doing on the ground?

[Still wary.]

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[You pinged him with the mention of his uh. Friend. It's the blade and the death threats that really have him hooked though, in a sense. Have a mildly concerned Frenchman, at your service.]

Cherie-- are you quite alright? Perhaps you should sit down before ah, using that.

[YOU REMIND HIM OF A GIRL HE KNEW BACK HOME OKAY. B(]

[Wouldn't she ever? But that would involve tracking gods and who knows how to do that. Alice doesn't register him, at first, for at least a moment.]

What do you want.

[He shouldn't tut, but he's an old man and there's a certain amount of knee-jerk reprimanding that comes with that, concern or not.]

Do you not recognize a stranger's questioning over your well-being? You appeared faint.

[R u d e, lady.]

[Malik see's the feed and of course his first instinct is to go looking for her. What greets him over the feed is disturbing enough to be concerned as he leaves the shop in the care of another employee--passing Altaïr who he gives a sharp tug on his sleeve, eyes glancing to his face for a moment as he speaks, voice hushed compared to the murmur of the shop. His brows furrow, he's serious about this and it's not really a request for the man to follow.] Miss Liddell is in some need of assistance.

Urgently. [The emphasis is on the last word and he shifts to push past the other, heading out into the streets and moving out towards the setting the buildings in her video illustrated.]

[He listens quietly, doesn't question the truth of Malik's words, only falls into an easy step beside him.

He doesn't bother talking, he doesn't need the particulars of the girl's predicament because it doesn't matter. If she needs their help they will help her.

Altaïr keeps his eyes open, letting Malik lead them but he spots her quickly enough when they do come upon her. He kneels, placing a solid hand on her shoulder.]

Alice.

[There is still one thing to keep in mind about Alice, after a few have stopped and look at her out of concern. And that is, Alice hates touch. The vorpal blade is still visible as she's hunched over, tucked in the back of her dress. Alice breathes deep and stiffens as he touches her. The rational part of herself tells her that they're there to help her.

She can't help but recoil, a faint memory of the orderlies cause her this. Now part of her confusing spell makes sense. She rubs her head and her green eyes, straining as he does. A sigh -- she may have pushed away to a degree, but she's still here.]

Altaïr...?

[As they approach the girl he notes the blade but does not do anything about it. People in sudden states of dangerous mind could quickly act but he would be there to back the other assassin up if things suddenly went south. His brows furrowed, he looked over for a moment from the position where he stood behind Altaïr. She seemed to be unharmed but that was yet to be determined if this was all mental or perhaps something physical as well.

Swallowing a breath he replied as well. His tone is severe but it's soft enough to imply quiet concern.] We saw your broadcast from the bracelet.

Can you stand at all?

[Her subtle reaction to his touch has him withdrawing his hand, assured that she at least recognizes him. He remains kneeling beside her though, closer to her level as he listens to Malik's words, looking to her and awaiting her reply.

His survey of her returns the same information as did Malik's and so he only waits patiently, hood drawn, and eyes shadowed. He will stand when she is ready to stand.]

[Just after the three assassins swooped in.]

It's nothing.

Are you sure?? It didn't sound like nothing...

[Alice takes a moment to reflect on this -- had he seen the deaths? If he has, he should be spared from it.]

If you have not seen what has been happening, it would be terrible of me to discuss it.

--What do you mean? Alice what's going on?

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action; SURE. just. don't expect her to be friendly lol ;;

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