In the few weeks of existing in this new world, Alice has continued to make more and more enemies. Rumors spread about how Alice could turn people into dolls on whim. To make matters worst, Alice just played along and even fluffed up the story about how she obtained her first doll, Rouge. She made bogus claims on how Rouge was an innocent soul who wanted to be a hero. How she tricked and abused her into killing her own parents. Then she took that corrupted soul and turned it into a doll. Of course the story was a lie as with all her claims. To Alice, anyone who was stupid enough to believe she was some super villain did not deserve her time of day.
However not every student would fall for such tall tales. One vampire, dampyr as he prefers to be called, managed to overlook her twisted magic and see the good inside of her. That or he was just crazy. To her it was weird for he was the very type of person she grew up to hate. Some well off punk with a name who probably never even knew what it was like to work hard for you keep. However throughout all her teasing, he always remained beside her. No matter how much she made fun of his heritage, fancy manners, or even his lack of experience with girls; the man stood by her side and even fought to dismiss those horrible rumors.
Ironically he became the one positive thing she could count on to really make her smile. After all, she never managed to find a way to extract the magic in the world for her dolls. The dolls in her room were all just empty shells, cold, lonely, and useless. With no new dolls or puppets, life was just not the same. Had Sir Fancy Pants not been around, she might have even fell into the temptation of becoming the very villain she strive to punished. He was more then just a friend. He was now the line that kept her on the straight and narrow. The proof that one day, things would turn for the better. The motivation that one day, she would figure out how to harness this unrefined magic into something beautiful and become the very doll maker she was suppose to be. Possibly he was something more.
Recently she has left rouge behind in her room. Fearing that the creation could break from some idiot thinking they could save this innocent soul they were tricked into believing. The doll meant a lot to her. It existed at her main weapon. It was the sentence given to the woman who wronged her. It was the proof that her abilities exist. Last, it represented the past that she must overcome.
Today was like every other day. Alice was sitting in her room dressed only in her pink gown She laid back with her feet in on the desk. Her gown barely reached her thighs but they did cover her pink panties with a teddy bear in the back, even in her current position. She rocked her chair slightly back. The chair almost seemed to divide gravity until one saw the thin wires holding it in place. Two Mini As hanged from the ceiling holding a book over her dresser. The book this time was the theory of mana. She kept a notebook in her hands and took notes, trying to figure out how to fix the magic to a usable source. When ever she wanted to turn the page, she would wave her hand and the puppets would turn perform the page on the book.
All she needed now was for Lucifer to come unannounced to her room. It was a reoccurring theme really, one she come to enjoy. Oh the games she could play when he popped in and she was not nearly dressed for company. She even gave him a key to the room as so she would not have to keep letting him in. Walking to the door was so a pain and she could not just have a wire going across the room. Best part of all, she would be able to see him anytime.
@Ringmaster