(M)Alice looked at her new 'clothes' and contemplated whether to remove them. In the end she decided not to, so long as it didn't get in the way of her fun. "Hm . . . if I really am Malice right now . . ."

She stretched her hand out and thought of the one thing that would never disappear from Malice. Suddenly, her skin turned pasty and her limbs looked like they were melting. From where her arm was shot a rusting steel rapier. Her arm reformed and gripped the blade, her eyes shining in wonder. "Oh . . ."