【✧】--- Arms crossed over chest, a shoulder leaning against a wooden threshold. Eyes widen at a new-- hardly USED blade. He knew that wasn’t his-- now that not a single spot of rust laid on the handle.  He’d gotten a hold of his from a doctor who needed a heart-- under the table of course. Small price to pay for new instruments of PLAY !!  Even now who was he to deny such a Delicious GIFT !!

Jack: No, no it wouldn’t Don’t try it, you. will. die

    [Madwoman]- She wasn’t alone.

    And this time, she was certain that it wasn’t her own vivid hallucinations playing more of their cruel games with her. After all, hallucinations don’t cause rats to scurry away. At least Nanny was home safe- the streets of Whitechapel were no longer safe for such worldly women. A young woman like herself, dressed in middle-class rags and walking with the confidence only a fallen woman could carry with the weight of the world on her shoulders, was surely a prime target for the Ripper to sink his claws into.

    But Alice has faced monsters before. And emerged victorious, blade in hand and a trail of bloody corpses behind her that no one would ever find. It was rare, to face any that existed outside of her own headspace these days. While no Vorpal blade, she clutched at the small blade concealed in her pocket as she sped up the gait of her walk, turning down a dark ally quickly to peek out from behind the wall. The mists hung heavy this evening, it was hard to see anything.

    Holding her breath, she waited.

       " I THINK NOT, “ comes her opinion; then again, he may not have asked or it. “ if you ask me, university isn’t all that easy; possibly, it’s as hard as my A-Levels, truth be told. “ and while the speech sounds so utterly foreign to her, it is, after all, what she represents now to gain the greater good! “ but why ask, sir? “

@ofwhitechapel like for a thing.

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Jack: Burn in hell