Guardian Angel Haruki

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

Fixed the appearance. ^^

But what did I forget...?

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

"My name's Kazeko. But you can call me Kaze, or Zeko, for short. It's nice to meetcha!"

Appearance: Eyes are green instead of yellow

Name: Kazeko

Age: 15

Personality: Kazeko is generally spacey and is sometimes seen daydreaming. When things gets serious though, she becomes serious (and alert), as well. She is very friendly around people, unless Kazeko feels as though something about someone is off or suspicious. Then she just acts cautiously and doesn't speak much to that person. Even though her head may seem to always be up in the clouds, her intuition about people and certain situations are good enough to make her a surprising source of good advice. This is because she tends to look at situations and try to understand it before jumping to conclusions, but if the situation is dire enough, then she would skip the analyzing and just jump in. She is very blunt when it comes to honesty, so people will know where they stand when it comes to their relationship with Kazeko. She is somewhat emotionally sensitive, she can get nervous at times, and she does cry at a sad scene, but it doesn't happen every single time. She can also be a bit clumsy when she talks to people (either putting her foot in her mouth, or the wrong message gets to the person instead of what she intended to say), and she is also clumsy in the sense that she could trip over absolutely nothing. She follows her heart as well as help people whenever she can. In her spare time, she likes to draw whatever she dreamed of the night before, or was daydreaming of while she was drawing. She is a bit socially awkward because in her home, not many people wanted to be friends with her, for reasons that Kazeko doesn't know.

Weapon: The Keyblade, Dreamscape

Abilities:
-Scan
-Dodge Roll
-Guard Plus

Magic:
-Cure
-Blizzard

Destiny’s Oath: Windstorm. Unleash a flurry of attacks, empowered by strong winds that are capable of lifting small foes into the air and dealing extra damage. The winds could range just from very strong, blade like, gusts, to a powerful, but small, tornado. ((Of course she doesn't have this yet))

Trinity Limit: Dream Guardian/Nightmare. With two other friends, she can unleash a flurry of attacks with more kinds of attacks that one can only dream of. She and her friends can fly around (she would have white feathered wings appear on her back during this Trinity Limit), and attack rapidly and with a seemingly inexhaustible amount of magic. At the end of this Trinity Limit, all three of the warriors with fly high into the air, join their weapons together, and give (if the group is melee based) one final slash or attack, or (if the group is magic based) one final powerful spell. What the spell would be depends on what kind of spell the people in the group use most often. While this is happening, the enemies are trapped within a barrier and the environment changes to benefit Kazeko and her two companions while they commence their Trinity Limit. ((Of course, she doesn't have this yet))

Sample Post:
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Kazeko groaned as she opened her eyes and stared at the grey ceiling above her. She groaned and placed her hand on her forehead and asked "Wha...? Where...Where am...I?" Her head felt fuzzy and clouded, like she just woke up from a very long dream-filled sleep. She turned only to feel nothing supporting her after she turned and she yelped, falling to the ground. She moaned "Owwww! That hurt!" She looked up to where she fell from to see that she had been sleeping on a green couch. She stood up and looked to see that she was in a shop of sorts, with a warm, lit, and homey fireplace. She heard a voice say to her, "Kupo! You're awake! Kupo! I thought you were going to be sleeping forever, the way you slept so heavily!"

Kazeko looked at the source of the voice to see that it was a small white creature with a red thing coming from the head. She had no idea what it was, but it was just so cute! She wanted to squeal and hug the cute thing, but she shook her head and immediately composed herself as the memories came back to her. What happened to her home? What was that blue weapon thing that appeared in her hand then? What happened to her family? Her friends? Were they....? She shook her head again, denying the possibility that her home and the people she cared about could be dead, and keeping possible tears from falling, as she asked "Um....Where am I?" The thing answered her in its cute voice, "Kupokupo! You are in Traverse Town! Specifically you're in the accessory shop!" Kazeko mumbled "How did I get here?" The thing seemed to give her a light glare, and nodded towards the ceiling. She followed the thing's gaze and she saw that there was a giant hole that showed the clear night sky, right above the couch where she slept.

Kazeko gave a hesitant smile and she said "Oh...Oops," The moogle seemed to sigh and he commented "Kupo...I understand it wasn't on purpose. But you owe me for repairs! This looks like it will cost 1000 munny!" Kazeko raised an eyebrow and she asked "Munny? I'm afraid I don't have any munny on me,". The shopkeeper then said "Figures. Still, come back when you can pay the debt, ok?" Kazeko nodded and said "I will. Thanks," She then left the accessory shop. She looked around, noticing how everything was definitely nothing like her home. She mumbled "This really is strange. Am I sure I'm not daydreaming again?" She stepped forwards, missing the stairs entirely, and she screamed as she fell down the front stairs and landed harshly on the ground in the Traverse Town square. She groaned answering her own question, "Ow! Yeah...I'm sure,"

After that, she got up and started looking around for any clues that might help her answer her questions.

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

CS for a Keyblade Wielder coming up. ^_^

Once Upon a Time...

((Duplicate Post. Ignore))

Once Upon a Time...

Name: Dr. Faye Stevenson, and ???

Appearance: Dr. Faye Stevenson
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Status and Job: Leading Doctor of Storybrooke General Hospital. Studying psychology on the side.

Skills: An intelligent researcher with an eidetic memory. Well educated. Her curiosity knows no bounds. Good with social situations.

Talents: In her spare time, she studies whatever catches her interest (as of now, psychology has her attention), and tends to read. She also likes to jog now and then.

Strengths: She leads the hospital. Whatever she says goes, and so far, her leadership proves to be a very good one, almost formidable to the Mayor's leadership. However, Faye leads for the sake of the patients. She never turns a patient away, and she always knows what's best for the patients.

Weaknesses: Faye knows that she has some strange disorder that causes her to black out and after those black outs, rumors of a strange nameless woman fly about the town. As time progressed, Faye found out that the strange woman was her with a different persona. Faye is afraid of this persona hurting others, and so she carries around a tape recorder, and she is seeing Dr. Hopper so she can continue helping people in the hospital.

Relationships: Acquainted with some people, acts professionally around her co-workers (such as Dr. Whale), but sometimes keeps to herself.

Brief Bio: Happened to be in the Enchanted Forest since a day before the curse was cast. She lives alone in Storybrooke in a house. This house however, has a prison like basement that she can go into whenever she feels it's best to make sure that this other persona doesn't go rampaging around Storybrooke and wreaking havoc. She takes her job seriously and isn't one to let the mayor push her around so easily. In the hospital there is one patient named Mary Margaret who is in a coma. The mayor had told the doctors to give up on Mary Margaret, but Faye didn't listen. Instead she took it upon herself to continue treating Mary Margaret, at least until family comes and tells her otherwise.

Apparently the mysterious rumored woman, is being a thorn in the Mayor's side...

Once Upon a Time...

Collaboration between YoshiSkittlez as Prince James, Red and Rumpelstiltskin, and GuardianAngelHaruki as Heather Jekyll and Evelyn Hyde

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Evelyn's eyebrows rose, and her smirk widened into a malicious one when the two people landed between her and Rumpelstiltskin. She could tell that the woman was injured from the smell of blood, that was coming from her. Evelyn also couldn't help but also detect the faint smell of roses from the woman as well. She commented laughing "Well isn't THIS interesting! Finally! I was getting bored!"

She then heard Heather tell her not to kill the two, considering that Rumpelstiltskin may have wanted them for a reason. Evelyn sighed under her breath slightly irritated and mentally answered Heather "Ugh, Fine! I won't kill them..."

James was the first to react. Upon seeing Rumpelstiltskin straight away, he carefully positioned himself in front of Red, though still holding her up as he didn't trust her to be able to hold her own just yet.

"Well...that's one way of doing it I suppose..." Prince James said taking his eyes off of Rumpelstiltskin for just a moment to look around the large dining room, glancing quickly at Evelyn. A small chill rolled up his spine, something seemed very...off about her, but he shouldn't have been surprised considering where he was.

Evelyn easily recognized the look that Prince James had when he saw her. It was the same as well, everyone else's when they first met her back in London. It never got old. She waved to James when he glanced at her before he looked back at Rumpelstiltskin.

"I have your map..." Prince James freed one of his hands from holding Red up and reached for his shirt chest pocket and pulled it out, handing it out to Rumpelstiltskin for him to come and get. "Now, give me Snow's wedding ring..."

"So rude..." Rumpelstiltskin rolled his eyes, swapping out the map with the enchanted ring with a quick swipe of his wrist. Prince James looked at Snow's wedding ring that was now between his fingers, feeling the enchantment pulsing like a heartbeat.

"Why-why are you helping me? We both know that map is no use to you...what do you benifit by bringing Snow and I together?" Charming practically demanded. He knew there was something odd about this deal the moment it was made, though clouded by the fact that it would bring Snow and him together, he didn't give it much thought.

"Oh, I just want you and your twoooo wuv to be united once again, it does the heart good." Rumpelstiltskin said pocketing the map and putting both his hands over his heart. Charming raised an eyebrow, shuffling his feet as he placed the ring into his pocket and adjusted his hold on Red.

"What do you know of true love?" He asked the Imp.

"Well not so much as you perhaps, but not so little as you might think!"

"You? You love someone?" This time, James rose both his eyebrows, and even Red, who was practically blacking out from the pain had to shoot The Dark One a surprised glance.

"It was a...brief...flicker of light amongst a notion of darkness..." Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand, as if dismissing the conversation. This caused Red's and James' faces to fall.

"What happened?" Red couldn't help but to ask, bringing Rumpelstiltskin's eyes to her for the first time since they had arrived.

"She left...simple as that." Rumpelstiltskin replied bitterly. "That's the thing about true love dearie, it can slip through your fingers. It's the most powerful magic in the world; the only magic powerful enough to break any curse."

"True loves kiss...you're sure that will bring Snow back?" James asked, shifting topics to something less...awkward.

"Of course."

Red couldn't help it, her body had lost all willpower and despite Jame's hold on her, she collapsed quickly to the ground. James quickly knelt down beside her, for the first time really getting a good look at her injuries.

"My friend...she's hurt..." James said outloud, uncaring if he was stating the obvious. He had figured that Rumpelstiltskin would have picked up on what he was asking. "I'll give you anything you want. My Kingdom? It's your's. All I want is Snow, and for Red to be well again..."

Rumpelstiltskin rolled his eyes.

"I don't want your kingdom!" He said, feighning a laugh. "What good would that do me if it's under the rule of Regina anyway?" Rumpelstiltskin let out an amused giggle and turned his back to Prince James, walking away from him and in the general direction of Evelyn.

"Name your price." Prince James practically demanded, desperation starting up in his voice.

"How about..." Rumpelstiltskin paused in his step and swiftly spun around. "...your cloak?"

Prince James looked up at Rumpelstiltskin. If he had been confused before, he was even more so now.

"My cloak? Why would you want my cloak?"

"It's drafty in here." Rumpelstiltskin replied quickly, outurning his hands as if it were obvious, but Prince James didn't feel any draft.

Keeping an eye on Rumpelstiltskin, Prince James got up from off of the floor and approached the Imp, removing his cloak and then tossed it to him. Rumpelstiltskin caught it on the fly, a wide grin crossing his crooked teeth while his other hand absent-mindedly waved in Red's general direction. James looked back at his friend, watching as the cuts and abrasions began to heal themselves. With Red now unconsious, he could only hope that it was healing whatever had been damaged inside of her too.

"Don't you have a damsel to save? What are you still doing here? Go!" Rumpelstiltskin chided giddily and waved his free hand, covering Prince James in a purple fog and then...he was gone. Rumpelstiltskin let out a bit of a giggle and took James' cloak over to the cabinet.

Evelyn watched and listened to the entire conversation, her expression clearly showed that she was becoming bored...again. She was even disappointed that the seemingly easy to scare man was sent away. As Rumpelstiltskin sent Prince James away, Evelyn switched back to Heather. Heather went up to the woman, and saw that she seemed to be completely healed, just as Rumpelstiltskin promised. Still, as a doctor she knew she couldn't be too careful, the woman could have internal injuries, and there was the question of how she got hurt to begin with.

She grabbed hold of one of the woman's arms, and lifted her up with the arm slung over Heather's shoulders, and the woman slumped against her. She said to Rumpelstiltskin, preemptively answering the question that she figured would come her way, "I'm going to make sure she doesn't have any internal injuries, and I'm quite curious as to how she got hurt in the first place. Don't worry, I'll make sure she leaves when she wakes up,"

Rumpelstiltskin simply waved Heather away, indicating that he didn't care as he laid out the cloak on the table and then went back to the cabinet to retrieve another glass vial.

Heather then took the woman to one of the empty bedrooms, and laid her down on the bed in the room. She figured it would take a while for the woman to wake up.

Rumpelstiltskin began to busy himself, conjuring up a pair of small tweezers and a magnifying glass after setting the glass bottle down on the table next to the cloak. There was already a hair inside, however this one was different than the one he had plucked from Evelyn beforehand. Rumpelstiltskin used the magnifying glass, examining the cloak closely until he found exactly what he was looking for. Using the tweezers, he plucked a single, short, blonde hair from the cloak; that of belonging to James. Keeping the hair locked tightly between the two metal tongs, Rumpelstiltskin used his other hand to uncork the bottle, and then gently laid James' hair inside.

The long, black hair that had been in there before seemed to stand up straight the moment James' hair came into contact with it. Corking the bottle, Rumpelstiltskin watched as the two seperate hairs began to magically intertwine with one another, the one long black hair glowing a fiery magenta and James' hair glowing a radient gold.

With a smirk of satisfaction to himself, Rumpelstiltskin returned the vial back to the cupboard, placing it with all the other vials in a neat and orderly row, each of them a symbol branded into the wood just underneath them; and under this new vial, a solid heart-shape. He wasted no time in grabbing the vial he had placed Evelyn's hair into earlier and went back to the table, setting it next to the cloak.

"Hey! This table is filthy!" Rumpelstiltskin shouted out to Heather in a demanding tone.

Heather had just finished checking the woman for any signs of internal injuries, when Rumpelstiltskin called to her. She jumped a bit, before she headed down and closed the door behind her. She hurried down and grabbed everything she needed to clean the table.

She came to the same room where Rumpelstiltskin was, and she figured out which table he was talking about. She answered his shout calmly "My apologies, I'll get to it," She then nodded to the cloak and vial, and she politely asked "Do you mind? I can't exactly clean it thoroughly with anything on it, and I don't think you want me touching your things,"

"As much as you like me touching yours..." Rumpelstiltskin jested quickly, snapping his arm out to pluck one of Heather's hairs from the top of her head. Without missing a beat, he opened up the glass vial and placed that hair into it with the other. With his free hand, he grabbed the cloak, using magic to have it worn over his shoulders properly and walked back to the cabinet, watching the two separate hairs dance with one another in a glowing blue and purple spectacular. He placed the vial in it's proper place, shut the cabinet and sealed it with magic before turning back to Heather.

"The dishes too, dearie." He reminded her with a giggle.

Heather raised an eyebrow as she watched him place a hair in a vial with another and the two hairs glowed. After he put it away, she got to work on the table. When he reminded her of the dishes, she answered "Very well..."

After she finished cleaning the table and dishes, and finished any other necessary chores, she went back to check on the woman.

Once Upon a Time...

Collaboration between YoshiSkittlez and I

Rumpelstiltskin remained frozen in place until he felt the presense of Mushu leave his castle entirely. Only then did he walk to the opposite side of the room where a number of small pedastals showed off various objects; some appearing to be of great, magical worth, and some appearing to be junk. It was a small, chipped tea-cup that Rumpelstiltskin approached and gently took it off the pedastal, turning it in his hand as he gently looked it over. Silently, he walked over to a locked glass cabinet and placed the teacup inside and pushed it towards the back where it could be easily forgotten about, and pulled out an old, rolled up scroll in which he placed on the pedastal where the teacup had once been.

"Goodbye Belle..."

He paid the teacup no more attention as he walked back to the table, stopping to pick up the thrown apple first and set it on one of the fruit plates that Heather had laid out earlier. He had entirely forgotten that she was even still in the room with him.

Heather watched Rumpelstiltskin carefully and heard his quiet goodbye and she asked as he placed the apple back on a plate, "Belle? Who is she?"
Heather cursed herself for blurting out the question. She feared that he may decide to kill her for stopping him and asking something that might have been personal.

Rumpelstiltskin looked up from the table, slowly coming to realize that Heather had never left. He straightened his back and walked away from Heather and the table, going to the only window not covered by old curtains and rested his hands behind his back, watching the morning sun light-up the far reaches of the Enchanted Forest. He was quiet for some time, as he usually was before speaking from his heart as Heather would come to realize during her stay in his castle.

"She was a servant here, not too long ago..." He spoke softly.

Heather looked to Rumpelstiltskin, noting the connection between the silence and his answers. She was slightly disappointed that he didn't answer in more detail. There was clearly more to this Belle than her just being a previous servant.

Rumpeltilstskin turned from the window to face Heather, uncomfortable in the silence. The gentle light reflected off his golden-flecked skin in a peculiar way, almost as if it the sun itself were trying to illuminate the person beyond the monster inside of him.

"You're not the first to clean my castle dearie, not in the slightest."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the last comment, she had already figured that she wasn't the first person to work in his castle. She commented logically,

"Ah, but this Belle seems much more important to you than just a mere servant. If that wasn't the case, then why try to push her away and try very hard to forget about her?"

"She was important, yes." He said quietly, turning his head to look back out the window for a moment. At first it seemed that he was going to ignore her later remark, however he did eventually speak again, though this time back to his child-like-self in the way he spoke, mocking his very own words as if the entire thing were a joke to him.

"There once was a monster that kidnapped a young woman. She cooked and cleaned and did everything he asked. Over the months, the monster FOOLISHLY mistook her company for love and had to cut his losses before he lost himself." He said theatrically. Again, Rumpelstiltskin turned to face Heather, though this time he walked away from the window and towards the table where she was. "Why the sudden interest?" He asked, his cold eyes narrowing slightly; not in anger, but in curiosity, causing Heather to raise her eyebrows at his question.

She shrugged answering him,
"Curiosity. The human mind is one of the things I researched before I came here,"
She could see, from how he spoke about Baelfire and Belle, that Rumpelstiltskin had a good side, just like everyone else, despite the dark side that he flaunted.

"Ah, yes..." Rumpelstiltskin straightened up once more and gestured flamboyantly towards Heather's head. "I can see from the way your head swells at the top that you are quite the researcher!" He giggled at his own remark, allowing her to take that in whatever way she wished.

Heather narrowed her gaze at Rumpelstiltskin to show that she wasn't amused when he made his comment about her head. She knew that he wasn't being serious about her head size.

"However!" Rumpelstiltskin held up a finger. "Books can only get you so far..." He held out his hand and a swirl of purple smoke appeared, disappearing to show that in his hand was the spell book that he had given her just the night before which she had kept in her room. And as if to prove his previous statement, he tossed it behind him without a care in the world. "Chapter One: Get angry. That one you passed with flying colors dearie! And so on we go!"

Heather crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for him to get to the point.

Rumpelstiltskin had turned the somewhat revealing conversation about himself into a magic lesson with the blink of an eye. He waved his hand just as he did before he summoned the spell book in an effort to show her what it was that he did before the book had appeared in his hand, indicating that he wanted her to do the same thing, and summon the spell book that was now a couple feet away from her on the floor to her hand directly.

She watched his gestures carefully, and knew what he wanted her to do. She sighed through her nose, calling upon her anger again, and recalling what she read last night. She mimicked his gesture, and the spell book appeared in her hand, in a cloud of blue smoke.

Rumpelstiltskin observed Heather with a straight face, however his body language let on that he wasn't unhappy with her progress. He stared at the book in her hand, expecting...something to transpire. Perhaps for it to dematerialize or catch on fire...but when the book remained solid and unwavering, Rumpelstiltskin cracked a smile.

Heather didn't expect the book to remain in one piece. She honestly thought she wasn't going to succeed the first time, and yet, it seemed that she had managed to perform the spell perfectly.

"It seems that you have more magical aptitude than I initially gave you credit for dearie." He said making the book disappear out of her hand and into his own. He flipped the book open and turned a few pages, insuring that everything was still in order. After the book passed it's 'test' he waved his hand and the book was gone, back in the bedroom Heather had slept in the night before.

"Enlighten me...how is a woman of your particular upbringing so well practiced in dark magic?" He asked, genuine curiosity playing into his amused, child-like voice. "A day ago you didn't even know what magic was! And yet, here you are continuing to impress me. THAT doesn't happen very often!"

She shrugged at his question to show that his guess was as good as hers. She commented, "I can only hypothesize that it may have to do with my being an academic prodigy back in London. And I'd like to think that studying beforehand helps,"

"WRONG!" Rumpelstiltskin said immediately, holding up a single finger and causing Heather to jump slightly. "What is it with you book people? Always...'thinking!'" He said gesturing wildly with his arms and grimacing, as if it were a bad thing. "As I said, magic comes from emotion! There is no..."thinking" involved." He rested himself back so that he was halfly sitting on the edge of the table and held his hands in his lap loosly. "You have a dark anger; that memory you hold...it must be quite powerful..." He went on, his voice calming down a bit but letting on that he wished for her to share her memory with him. He had only caught onto bits of it from last night.

She narrowed her gaze at him when he complained about how people think. She wondered if Rumpelstiltskin knew what happened to people who don't think. She retorted after he made his comments about her memory, sensing that he wanted her to share,

"It's not that powerful...After all, Frankenstein isn't worth anything," She muttered the last part under her breath. Despite her anger towards Frankenstein, she knew very well, that this wasn't her darkest memory. Her darkest memory, she believed, were the ones buried under the false memories her younger subconscious imagined.

Rumpelstiltskin couldn't help but to raise his eyebrow at the mention of a name. He cocked his head to the side in a curious manner and cupped his hand around his ear. "That name...what was it again?" He asked, goading her to tell him once more with his other hand.

Heather quirked an eyebrow when he asked about the name, and she uttered it out, like just saying his name would poison her, "Frankenstein. Dr. Victor Frankenstein,"
Did this imp know the scientist? Why was he so interested in the name she had mentioned.

Rumpelstiltskin practically bounced off of the table as he belted out a sudden, and very short "HA!" He brought his hands together and clapped them together in his excitement, now sitting fully on the table and swung his legs back and forth like a toddler with a secret. Finally, though, he managed to calm down.

"Would this be the same man who made it his entire life's work to raise the dead?" He queried, though his voice let on instantly that he already knew the answer.

When he asked, she could tell there was clearly more going on when it came to Frankenstein and Rumpelstiltskin. She answered,

"Yes. That's him," She silently complained about how the Board thought that his research about raising the dead was much more important than research into the human mind.

Rumpelstiltskin let his head fall slightly and let out a laugh; not a childish giggle like usual, but a normal, human-like laugh. He raised his head up once again, his brown hair somewhat messily splayed infront of his eyes as he looked at her with an amused grin.

"When you have a hand in everyone's lives, irony is everywhere." He said more to himself than to Heather, but then went on. "He was here, you know. In The Enchanted Forest..."

Heather blinked at his comment and she let out a flat toned "What?" in response. Her seething anger towards Frankenstein was starting to come to the front of her mind.

Rumpelstiltskin hopped off the table and gestured around the general area with a wide sweep of his arm, generally ignoring her outburst. "In this very room, in fact..." He took a couple steps back from Heather but brought his attention back to her. "Is he the one who told you about me? I can't imagine why he'd do that, after all...the heart he came here for didn't exactly work-" He went on, trailing off as he began to talk to himself.

She answered him, stopping him before he could trail off and ignore her completely, "He wasn't the one who told me about you. I read about you in a book. Now, Frankenstein came here...for a heart?"

"That IS correct!" Rumpelstiltskin replied jovially. "He needed a heart, and...let's be honest dearie, the hearts that come from your world are weak. TOO weak, in fact, to be able to sustain the work of your Doctor Fr-r-r-r-rankenstein! His work was limited to that of his very own world, and so, I offered him a way. He came here for a heart, a heart that held magical properties, a heart that was strong and could withstand his experimentations..." Rumpelstiltskin stopped to sneer lightly. "Well...we both know how that turned out..."

As Rumpelstiltskin spoke, and Heather thought more and more about Frankenstein's experiment and its results, her anger grew. She sneered in return after he made his last statement, "His experiment was a failure, and yet his...work was considered more important than mine was," She clenched her fists tighter and tighter, as though she was going to draw blood from her palms, and the lights of the castle started to flicker on and off again as she seethed in silence.

Rumpelstiltskin began to circle her, though he knew that she wouldn't be paying him much attention anymore, not when he had raised her anger to nearly the right amount of anger he wanted her at. Finally, now behind her, Rumpelstiltskin delicately placed his hands on each of her shoulders and bent his head forward to whisper into her ear.

"Keep going..."

Heather continued, ignoring the fact that Rumpelstiltskin was now behind her and his hands were on her shoulders, her clenched fists were now shaking in rage and her voice raising itself until she was shouting angrily, "And yet, he had the gall, the GALL, to present that farce of an experiment! But that's not enough for him! NO! He rubs it in my face and mocks me, telling me that women have no place in the science and medical fields! That...That FRAUD!"

As Heather ranted, her body went through the subtle changes once again, until she had Evelyn Hyde's appearance once again, "Evelyn Hyde came to be through science alone! No magic was required, WHAT! SO! EVER!!!"

After that shout, Heather's conscious was pushed back, and Evelyn took over once again. Evelyn looked at Rumpelstiltskin, as Heather's blue eyes turned to almost black again, and she looked somewhat bored. As she looked at her nails, she commented "You know magic isn't the only result from anger. I thought you already knew that,"

"I did." Rumpelstiltskin then grinned and stepped away from Evelyn, walking the semi-circle until he was facing her instead of being behind her, though kept a fair distance of three or so feet between the two of them.

"I'm glad you decided to come out and chat; I have a few...questions." He let his fingers dance around in the air a bit, grinning all the while indicating that he was rather eager to get started.

"Dr. Jekyll created you from contents within a bottle..." His hand shot forward and plucked a single hair from Evelyn and brought it before his face, holding it up to the light to examine the single strand of hair better. "...why?" He then ended his sentence, the last word stabbing and demanding sounding.

Evelyn looked up from her nails to see Rumpelstiltskin as he walked back into her line of sight. She noticed that he kept a fair distance away from her, but he still had that grin on his face. She raised an eyebrow when he started asked his question. She looked bored and disinterested as she rolled her eyes, and retorted "Testy, aren't we? And you're asking me to explain the boring motivations of the boring Doctor, when she could've rambled on about it to you herself,"

Rumpelstiltskin seemed to not be listening as he walked over to the cabinet and opened up the door, pulling out what looked like an empty bottle and let the hair drop down inside of it.

She smirked and answered, as she walked past him, "I'm an unforeseen consequence from Jekyll's experiment. She tried to create a concoction that would allow people to live without human-based evils, such as murder. She thought splitting the mind, psychologically speaking, would do the trick. And voila! Here I am! A new and improved version of Dr. Jekyll! Existing as my own person through the Doctor's body,"

She stopped and faced Rumpelstiltskin after she passed him, and she answered "So, to shorten that lengthy explanation, she wanted to help people. That's why she created me. Ironic isn't it?"

"Just a bit." Rumpelstiltskin mused with her in agreement, and promptly capped the glass vial with a cork before stowing it away, back into the cupboard from where it came, his eyes darting just for a minute onto the chipped teacup now stashed in the back.

"I have what I needed, you may...uh, change back if you like..." He said, using his hands to 'shoo' away Evelyn as he spoke. "Or stay, it really doesn't matter." He crossed to the opposite side of the room and pulled down the canvas that had been previously covering a mirror, and for a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off his reflection. Forcing himself out of his deep thoughts, he waved his hand over the mirror and the glass began to shift, rippling like a clear river with a small pebble dropped into it. The image of Rumpelstiltskin's reflection changed, and instead turned into an image of two people in an alley in some unknown city, miles away.

Evelyn carefully watched Rumpelstiltskin as he stored a strand of Evelyn's hair into a glass vial. She was going to let Heather take control again because she was bored, but when Rumpel said that it didn't matter and started doing something with the mirror, she stayed and watched Rumpelstiltskin.

"I know, I know, but I need Snow, now more than ever. Regina's taken over our castle, she's carrying my child...I won't stop at anything to get her back." The male said to the female, obviously completely unaware that they were being watched.

"Then we get Snow, and take back your castle...together." The female replied to the male with a reassuring smile. It was quite plain that the female was badly injured, and could of done with some immediate tending to. This caused Rumpelstiltskin to roll his eyes.

"Well I wasn't expecting two!" He practically hissed. "However, she just might come in handy..." He waved his hand and through the mirror, a cloud of purple smoke began to form underneath the duo's feet. The female fell into the male, and Rumpelstiltskin watched with little-to-no-interest as the smoke engulfed them. When the smoke had cleared, they were gone, only to appear just seconds later in the middle of the dining room between himself and Evelyn Hyde.

A Kingdom Hearts RP, Going Back to Basics

I was wondering...would the Hayao Miyazaki movies count as possible Disney worlds?

A Kingdom Hearts RP, Going Back to Basics

This sounds fun. I'm in. ^^

Once Upon a Time...

Major Ursa said
Dude was a land god-ish/landlord figure, before a cat literally ate him, successfully 'defeating' him and ruining his status as land god. He squirmed out of a litterbox as a tapeworm half a year after that, and avoided making himself a villain/doing bad ever since, in order to avoid bad karma like he had...but I figured, since he was rejected from the last RP I was in, he'd prolly get rejected here.As you'd expect, the guy hates cats.

Sounds like this character could've also come from Journey to the West.