[PK] I Think I Get It Now

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

 

 

 

"Please. Please! Stop! You're killing him!"

 

 

 

 

Alice was always a bad person. He was hardly a person at all. He smiled at the people he wanted to maim, whispering to his favorite about how he'd do what they asked, without question, never with question.

 

He didn't push Louis. 

He pushed Kathy.

He didn't maim Zathros. 

No, he did, he didn't kill Zathros.

But he dreamed of it every night god did he dream of it to never stop to keep hitting and hitting a

 

He got where he was by being just polite enough.

A smile. A kind word. It was hollow, empty, but it was enough. He was given nobility. He was given a tavern. He was given more chances to speak his words of poison into ears that would listen.

 

And he loved someone. He really did. Oh, he'd loved before, but he'd never been loved. Not truly, for the monster he was. But this one did love him, even for his flaws. Even though he admitted to everything that was wrong with him.

 

But too much was wrong with him, and she ruined everything. The wolf whispered in ears, just as Alice would, and the whispers stuck, and his favorite left him. In his anger, he made a very, very poor choice. 

 

Alice was never going to kill her. No, she was a mother, she was all her kid had, her kid was around the same age as his own. No, he wasn't going to kill her. But he wanted her scared. He wanted her to report what he did, to get him in trouble, because he forgot there was more to life than his favorite. 

 

...

...

...

 

There are flashes in his head, before it's over.

Dancing with Gwen, sneaking through the tunnels with Arya, showing his daughter the stars because she always seemed to love them. In the end, he remembers. He remembers so much. 

 

Gwilym's cape, like some vigilante, the swirl of it.

The joy on Elvinna's toddler's face, opening his presents. 

The smell of the pie, Drels asking when it was ready, not yet understanding how to be patient.

Corann didn't trust the wine.

Thernos didn't trust the false apology. 

Linguine took his sword.

The Ivorians took him at his word.

 

So much he forgot. He forgot so much. He couldn't remember the order. But there was so much to his life. 

 

Quill's face.

Quill's smile. 

The real one, and the fake one.

Quill's laugh.

Quill.

Quill.

Quillian.

 

He's watching me. He's watching me right now. 

 

His eyes open slightly, but he's not seeing a damn thing, as the rock crashes into his skull, again and again and again.

 

Alistair used to be so good at this. At not showing all of his cards. But he did, this time, and it ended in... this. Beautifully ironic. He wanted to die like this, if he died.

 

But he didn't want to.

In the end he really wanted to live.

 

People aren't toys, he knows that now. Words matter, he understands. He understands everything, if only it weren't too late.

 

 

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THE LAST LETTERS OF ALISTAIR TREUBERG

 

ARYA ALTWEGG

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If you're reading this, I'm dead! Haha. If I do not have a designated heir, I leave everything to you. I hope you're okay with that. There's no one else I trust quite as much as you with that sort of thing. 

 

-Alice

 

GWEN OF BALAMENA 

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There's a lot I wasn't honest to you about. And I'm sorry. There's a lot I forgot, too. But I never forgot you. I never forgot helping you, I never forgot getting you away from the hell that they wanted for you. I'm glad I got to show you something new. Quill goes by a new name now, //name to be shared in dms :3//, please find them if you can. They don't have the best friends. I think you two could get along. 

 

I love you, as a sister.  Be happy. 

 

Signing off, Alice

 

EDREATH 

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Please make sure Quill is okay. In total, there were four people I ever truly saw as friends. You were one of them. If all goes well, you'll be there for them. They need you. You were good to me, when I didn't deserve it. I really was a terrible person. 

-Alice

 

QUILL

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Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault. You're beautiful, and perfect, and I love you. Drels needs you. I could write pages and pages, but I don't know what to say. I hope we figure it out. I hope you never have to read this. I hope we can both live forever. 

 

We'll live forever.

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OOC SECTION!!

 

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HI HELLO OH MY GOD! THIS CHARACTER WAS A WILD RIDE!!!!!! He was not the type to give many people closure, so only the people that he really saw as people. He was a bad guy, but not evil. Just a bad person. He got where he was by lying and smiling and entertaining people he didn't necessarily like. He went from a guy who was never sober to a guy who was never sane, story of his life. He was very fun, and I'm very thankful to everyone who made his story so fun. Oh mein gott. The murder rp was so good and juicy too :3 i know some people will want to kill me for this one but er uh i uh er 

 

 

 

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[Mayios 542]

Linguine was an oddity in the man's life, someone who showed up at arguably some of the worst moments. Their official meeting was no different, in which Linguine watched the man be not only attacked and knocked out in the Haesani wilderness, but then proceeded to rob his pockets as well.

From following the man through side-quests and sporadically making guest appearances, it was hard to think it would come to an end. The musin always managed to be in the back of Steven's  Alice's mind. He never ended up finding out of the man's death, but if he did - maybe Linguine would wonder. Perhaps wonder if the man got flashbacks to the times they met. If perhaps this very bad moment, his final moment, had triggered him to recall all the earlier times he had suffered with Linguine nearby.  

 

And perhaps the Musin made the bad all just a bit more tolerable. Maybe he didn't. It was far too late to ask and find out now.

[faust 54]

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Waow

 

[w0bbe 48]

Quill held him the entire time. The moment Alice lost consciousness, the moment his eyes rolled back and never refocused. They were there, hand cradling the bloodied face of their lover despite the trembling. Oh Gods the trembling. It didn't stop. They wanted it to stop the same way they begged and begged for the rock to stop coming down. Quill had seen death so much before. It was never easy--but this? This was more than the others. This wasn't just guilt and empathy for a life lost. This was the loss of everything. This was their everything. Call it selfish, a fitting word to describe the two. No one understood another the way two evil people could. All the words in their mind were fuzzy, a buzz muffling and dampening any words which escaped their scarred lips. It was foolish to think leaving someone could save them. It was foolish to think you could save someone oh-so doomed. Perhaps, that is why the two belonged together. In the end, they were together. A jester's nightmare turned reality could only manage a hint of bittersweetness--a light in the dark, a warmth in the coldness of death--and that was the last hug Alistair Treuberg and Quillian Enberos ever shared. He did not die alone.

 

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what a way to go. i already miss that evil little shit

 

[Mayios 542]

18 minutes ago, sapphic_spidy said:

Linguine took his sword.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

1 minute ago, Sakuragakure said:

TWICE!!!

[laugh_giggletehe 113]

The etamaehress stood to the side of the corpse, his flesh not yet cold. A rock has tumbled to the earthy floor, staining blades of grass with the crimson lifeblood that coats it entirely. 

Almost a passenger within her own body- and what a twist that is- Edreath simply watches the horrors she caused unfold before her. 
 

Her brother, the family found that has never forsaken her; clinging to the corpse of their beloved of thirty years. The blood that's begun to oxidize and harden, clinging to the grass below. The rock. The faint sound of waves in the distance. The snow that has begun to fall, clinging to her lashes; and the small flurries of white that float through the air.
 

Edreath's head lowers, the sight too much for her to bear- the regret too overwhelming. All she finds is her once-white sundress, streaked with mud from Quill's desperate kicks in an attempt to create distance and splattered with the departed's blood. Bruises litter her legs and stomach, though the sting has become something grounding, something real. The finger she'd broken mere hours before, smacking her brother in law without removing the jewelry that's adorned her hand for years. 

How does one find the words? There are no excuses for what she's done. No explanations, no salves that might heal her kin's heart. Only time. 
Does she have enough?


OOC NOTE:
 

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This was such fun rp. The angst was delectable. I hope you feel that the writing was done well enough, and that this feels like a good ending for Alice Treuberg's story. 

Edited the formatting + a silly mistake I made at 3am. Cannot believe I repeated half of the response. Goodness.

Edited September 29, 2025 by laugh_giggletehe

[Jihnyny 5233]

34 minutes ago, sapphic_spidy said:

 

He didn't push Louis. 

 

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Louis mentioned

R.I.P Alice, the gaslighter, the lover-boy and ragebaiter ✊ need more bros like him in this world

 

[Amesti 247]

Aline hadn't wanted to help the distressed man find his ring. She had no patience for people these days, but she knew she probably should, so she relented. She waded out into that water and prepared a million complaints in her mind about the way the water caused her clothes to stick uncomfortably to her skin. They each made a brief mention of their kids as they looked, yet the supposed ring was nowhere to be found. Then suddenly, he tried to shove her under. It was a new kind of terror for her, yet it felt strangely familiar. She shrieked and cursed, but oddly, his attempts at murder were weak despite how easy of a target she was.

He gave up and she was so confused... Poor Aline was so confused, but she hadn't long to ponder that before her shaking, hyperventilating form was dragged onto a rowboat and off to a new nightmare. At least her terror seemed to serve a purpose for someone.

[Rig 17580]

Long ago, Alice had met this unnamed man at a social function.

 

Nonetheless, they never met again, and now the man from their brief and unremarkable meeting was dead.

 

Within The Maw, an Inferis contemplated the meaning of mundane life. It had so many unforeseeable twists and turns. 

 

No, they're all really just meat in the end. And brittle bones.

 

Yet, somewhere there was a conscience, an alter ego which contemplated how much had changed in a mere fourteen-years. How many people had he seen come and go? Was life really so ephemeral and transient? The raven-haired man strolled back up to his den to rest before the fire and smiled.

[Plausifraunz 361]

Arya Altwegg had been wandering for some time now, adventuring as one does. The news approached quick, harsh. Arya had known Alice for most her life. He had been one of the few to listen to her woes and troubles, set aside her own husband. Did Alice truly have an heir? She remembered the child he had, but where had she gone? 

 

Candles were lit, prayers were said. A vow to protect his nobility, honor, and legacy.

 

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I'm in bootcamp so bad formatting rn on my phone. But I'm leaving something here at least. :)

 

[__Hergh 785]

Alice had been but a single second in her life. She'd tended to his wounds, staunched the flow of blood, and allowed him to see his child and partner before he’d been banned from Caurost’s lands for having maimed Zathros. 

 

While she did not know her brother's partner well, she knew, despite the foul deeds he'd committed, some of it had been done with love for Quillian. There would be a candle extinguished in the loss of that mortal life. Isilmelire wouldn't mourn the end of this criminal, but had the wheel not spun as it had, she would comfort the jester for the loss of Alice.

[thejack 198]

     The deceased was someone barely known to her. Someone she heard about, but hardly ever interacted with. Certainly not someone she would have expected to die within the same hour she spoke to him last. 

     She wasn't quite sad, no, but she still felt guilt for this, the same way you'd feel guilt after hearing that a rumor you started has spiraled out of control. Alice Treuberg was dead. Was this her fault? Did her meddling lead to this? Was it worth it? Questions come to her, but none are answered. 

 

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rip alice you got cain and able'd. 

 

Edited October 1, 2025 by jackCool

[silariathas 112]

     It was an annoyingly simple thing to begin with: Linguine, Steven, and Shakespear--No, not Shakespeare--Shakespear. Never would he have pictured it'd evolve into something greater; that he'd encounter that wretched goatee beyond that night. 

     He'd done what he had to, that night, saving Alice's life--as he'd put it, anyway. Chances were, Alice would have been just fine on his own. Better off, even, given the dangerously long (and unnecessary) trip across the continent, the pick-pocketing Illatian musin, and the fact that, in the end, it was someone else tending to Alice's wounds. Heedless of what happened, what didn't happen, and what could have happened better, he asked of Alice no repayment save for simply living. That would have been enough. 

     At a time like this, he could not help but regret not going on some middle-grade spiel about kindness, mercy and- what? The power of friendship? 

 

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 I never ever write forum replies or literally anything ever but this is important. I can't believe he lived his entire life with that Goatee. Why why why whyw hywhy  why whyhwyh wyh wyhw yhwyh whyw hwy WHY WHYW HWHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

[hatter 51]

Alice had been one of many that he grew to despise in a concerningly short time. The insincerity laced into his words, the way he carried himself and that horrific goatee were enough to set him off far more often than he'd like. 

 

But he never truly wished Alice dead. That was the last thing he wanted. 

 

The instances in which he uttered such a thing aloud came rushing back when told of what happened. It was all in a fleeting moment of grief, soon turned to distaste towards the one at fault. The expression he bore then, in that moment, was too complex to discern. No explanation was worthy of salvaging the mountains of damage he knew had already been caused.

 

It was hypocritical, as he often managed to be, how he couldn't help but feel remorse for speaking it to fruition.

 

 

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he shouldve shaved.........