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You don't need to have an *entirely* original character that wasn't in the show. It's all a matter of taking a character and giving him/her a twist. This rp isn't taking place in the same exact continuity/universe of the show. We're just using the same base concept :)
You think you got it bad?! There are no litter boxes ANYWHERE in the Enchanted Forest!
That's a horribly depressing story D:
Well go! Seriously! XD
You've NEVER been to the ocean? You are missing out! Great place to think and to get inspiration.
Oh, the beach is fantastic. My favorite vacation spot :D
Guys, I'm sorry to say I'll have to resign from this roleplay. From having to juggle summer activities/chores as well as do a few other roleplays, I think the plot is well moving on without me. I apologize for any inconvenience this causes, and wish you all the best of luck in your endeavors.
The Cat, no, Alexandre found himself materializing inside a castle, past the portcullis and courtyard. The cool tile floor was first to meet him as he fully appeared face-down on the floor. Groaning in a mixture of pain and fatigue, he managed to lift himself on his hands and knees, blinking several times to let his eyes adjust to the new environment.
Realization hit him like he was being run down by a horse. "No..." He hoarsely whispered out, quickly scuttling to his feet.
Everything was different, and yet the same. The floors looked the same, the bricks smelled the same, and the overall environment felt the same. But there was an underlying sense of dread in the air. Something was amiss.
"Where - where is Charming?" He asked aloud to himself, his voice echoing off the walls; "Charming...charming....charming...arming...ming..." It was as if his own echo was mocking him by repeating the name of the man whole stole her heart from him.
Alexandre could still hear her soft giggle, filled with nothing but kindness and happiness. How she would sneak away to see him in one of the abandoned towers and speak to him, some days for only a few moments, and others, a few hours.
"Snow." He said hushedly, as if the name itself held some sort of power, control.
Before he could continue his thought, he heard the shuffle of plate boots on the floor, and realized guards were coming for him - and fast.
"It's alright, Cat, just disappear!" He thought to himself as if it was nothing. He closed his eyes and exhaled, waiting for the confused mumblings of the guards as the source of the disturbance had disappeared. However, this wasn't the case.
"There he is, grab him!" One voice commanded. Alexandre's eyes opened abruptly and before he had time to react, he was being restrained by two guards while a third held him at swordpoint.
"An intruder - how did he get in here?!" The guard with the sword, presumably the commander, barked. "I want those door guards emptying chamberpots!" He said sharply.
Turning back towards Alexandre, an evil smile flashed across his chapped, gray lips. "Take him to the dungeon. The Queen will deal with him when she returns." He ordered with a wave of his hand.
Without another word, the two guards dragged him across the floor, down the spiral staircase to the dungeons.
"Get your hands off me, you ineffectual twits! I'm a personal friend of Snow White's!" He called haughtily, not enjoying the rough treatment he was receiving.
All he received in return from the guards was a cruel laugh and a few japes, "Oh, excuse me then, Ser. We'll be sure to put you in the *royal* cell." One said before tossing him into a damp, dank, barred room.
Alexandre landed hard on the cold stone floor, dirtying his coat and trousers in the process. The resounding clang of the door slamming shut echoed off the walls, as if reminding Alexandre of his incarceration.
There was no guard posted at the dungeon. It was rumored the cells were magically sealed so as to prevent escape in any form.
Alexandre pulled his coat off and laid it down by his feet before sitting down in the center of the cell. The cell was sparsely furnished, with a lice-infested pile of hay serving as a 'bed', a splintered wooden chair, and a stained chamberpot that apparently hadn't been washed out in months, years even.
Alexandre tapped a single finger on the stone floor, pondering. Why hadn't his magic worked? Were this under normal circumstances, he could have disappeared instantaneously without even a second thought.
It all worked easily - when he was a cat. Could Rumpelstiltskin have tricked him again? Alexandre sneered. "Can he not just make a proper deal?" He seethed aloud to himself, standing up to pace about the cell. Even as a cat he couldn't stay still for long.
If there was any good time to think, this was the best time. The only sounds to accompany him were the scuttling of mice and the random drip of water on the ground. An eerie silence, empty.
A small smile twitched at the edge of Alexandre's lips as he began to remember fond things. From a time before; losing himself in memory.
A few years ago...
The Cat sauntered about his new 'home' approvingly, deeming it good enough to live. Though, anything would be better than Wonderland. The Queen had been endlessly pursuing him, no doubt wanting his head removed from his shoulders. He felt, hopefully, that the people here would be friendlier, but he didn't wish to take any chances and was sure to remain invisible when skulking about the main body of the castle. But this wing was abandoned and no one ever came in there, leaving him confident enough to stay corporeal.
He hopped up on the large, dusty, yet comfortable double bed, curling into a ball in hopes catching a nap before exploring some more.
Sleep came to him in restless fits, until the Cat decided he wouldn't get reprieve tonight.
He lifted his head slowly, his tail swishing from side to side. His large eyes seemed to lower to the key that hung from his neck. The feeling of the cool metal against his warm fur only seemed to remind him of what he had lost.
He pawed at it, as if hoping that his touch would bring her back to him. But he was just a Cat - a cat without friends and without hope.
He laid his head down on the bed once more, trying to will himself to sleep.
The oak door suddenly creaked open and a woman hurridly entered the room, immediately starting to go through the drawers in her haste to find something. Her long, raven black hair reached halfway down her back, a stunningly beautiful contrast of her snow white skin and ruby red lips. She wore a dress of royalty, a black leather corset restraining her chest and back only for the powder blue dress to fluff out where the corset stopped and her natural, tiny figure began.
The Cat was quickly taken off guard as the door swiftly opened with a woman pouring through the threshold, obviously in a hurry. Knowing it was too late to become invisible, he simply tried to curl up even tighter in hopes she wouldn't notice him on the bed, though he kept a single eye open to watch, just in case.
She paid no mind to the cat, seemingly lost in her own thoughts of her reasoning behind visiting the abandoned wing until her delicate fingers finally happened upon a small childs tiara, beautifully crafted in the finest diamonds and silver that scattered the small amount of light that trickled in through the stained glass windows.
She paused, letting out a breathy laugh as her nimble fingers traced a few of the diamonds, content and relieved now in finding that of which had been lost to her. Only then did her doe-like eyes happen upon the curled up cat on the bed. She smiled sweetly at the feline and brought herself over to sit on the edge of the bed, letting her hand scratch the cat behind the ears, her other hand holding fast to the tiara in her lap.
Just when he thought she would leave the room, her eyes landed on him. Large, kind, caring eyes. Most any other person would most likely have shooed him out. She sat down next to him and began scratching him behind the ear, causing his head to lift up and get a better look at her. Against his better instincts, he began to purr at the touch; a strange feeling, having only been a cat for a few days now.
"And I don't suppose you had something to do with this did you?" Snow White asked the cat jokingly, not at all expecting a response back.
In response to her question, he tilted his head and began to speak, "No, not that I recall. I prefer to simply *watch*. Stealing isn't in my nature." He finished calmly, his smile seeming to curl eerily.
Snow White quickly retreated her hand the moment she heard a voice coming out of the cat.
"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry I thought-you can talk!" She returned her hand to her lap and stood up from the bed, turning to face the talking animal, just now realizing the grin the cat wore somewhat unnaturally on his face.
"Did...did Regina do this to you?" Snow then asked, not so much surprised that there was a talking cat in her castle anymore, but already gathering that magic was involved and was already trying to get down to the bottom of it's origin.
"No harm done." He replied neutrally, standing on all-fours and stretching. "Yes, yes, I can talk. Most convenient, considering my *current* plight."
Upon mention of Regina, the Cat shook his head 'no'. "Ah, your step-mother. No, she wasn't involved. I doubt she knows I exist. This was done by another - the Queen of Heartssss." He hissed, holding on to the last 's' of the word 'hearts'. There was no need to frighten the girl by mentioning The Dark One, especially since she seemed to respond well to his being there.
Relief washed away Snow's worried expression and she moved to sit back down on the edge of the bed again, though giving the cat his respectable distance.
"The Queen of Hearts?" She asked outloud. "Then...then you must be from Wonderland!" She quickly observed and tilted her head to the side with interest. "What...why are you here?"
The Cat sauntered over, closer to her before sitting back on his haunches, his tail swishing about. "The Queen, God bless her, doesn't much like it when people don't fear her." He leaned in slowly, "I didn't fear her." He said coldly before straightening his posture once again.
"She wanted me executed. I looked...much more comely then. But I escaped. Right at the headsman's block, high marks for timing. Anyways, I turned into a cat and ran away. Exiled from *all* of Wonderland." He explained in a tone that wasn't unkind.
Snow raised a tentative hand before running it over the cat's back in a simple stroke.
"You are very brave." She commended him, seeming to take the news unnaturally well. She returned her hand to her lap and let her gaze wander from the cat to the tiara she held in her lap.
The Cat shook his head once again. "No...no, I'm not brave. Bravery and I are not on intimate terms, you see...but thank you." He finished simply.
Snow turned to look back at the cat and broke into a sweet smile.
"You might not think so, but your heart is true...I can tell...and you sir, are indeed brave." She nodded once, affirmitively, indicating that it wasn't to be argued over any longer.
"So...you *turned* into a cat? You mean...you weren't cursed into becoming one?" She asked, letting herself change the subject.
"To be completely honest, much of it was a blur. I remember the feel of cold steel at my neck, learning its mark whilst preparing for the strike. Then, there was a flash, and next thing I knew, I was running away with twice as many legs as before. And this....grin.." He added, disgusted.
Snow couldn't help but to laugh softly, not at his own expense, but because she was imagining the obscurity of the events that he had described.
"Well...if it's any consolation, I rather like the grin. I think more cats should smile the way you do." She kept her smile and then once again moved to stand, though still facing the cat.
"My step-mother may be Queen of this castle, but I am still a Princess. You are welcome to stay here as long as you like, as long as you stay out of Regina's way. She doesn't take too kindly to guests..."
If the Cat could blush, he most likely would have; if not at her compliment, then at her laugh. It was a sweet sound, like the soft singing of a beautiful bird.
"Your kindness is noted, Your Highness. If there's anything I'm good at, it's staying out of the way." He reassured her. He was surprised by himself. How open he was, how...*friendly*. Were it anyone else talking to him, he would have been cold, wicked even. But this girl was different; and in that moment, he wished he was human more than ever.
Snow offered a small courtsey to the cat upon the bed, still holding her radient smile.
"Please...I'm Snow. Snow White."
"A pleasure. My name is-" the Cat stopped himself, finally realizing that he didn't even remember his own name. Is that all it took? A few days of traveling was all it took to forget one's own name? Or was it his current choice of body? Whatever the case, he didn't know what to call himself.
"Call me, the Cat. No...the *Cheshire* Cat." He finally decided, his voice gaining more confidence as he finally made his choice.
"A pleasure Cheshire Cat." Snow said, using the name given to out of nothing but respect, not even hesitating to question why he hadn't given his real name. She just accepted it, trusting him with his secrets.
He looked her in the eyes before speaking next. "Snow White. That's a lovely name. Quite beautiful." He complimented, still purring quietly in he background.
"My mother named me." Snow then said, a bit softer than her already soft voice usually spoke. The chimes of the castle clock quickly brought Snow to attention, and after counting the strikes she sighed. "I have to go, but I'll be back tonight and I'll see what kind of supper I can bring up here to you." Snow hurried over to the door that she had entered in and looked back to the cat. "It really was nice meeting you...Cheshire..." She smiled at him once more before slipping out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
"And you...Snow." The Cat responded, sighing quietly when she left. Acting as though nothing happened, he returned to the center of the bed, curling in a ball to sleep; finding it come much easier to him now......
As Alexandre saw the memory come and go, he was either unaware of or unwilling to take notice of the fresh tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. That first meeting was one of many between him and Snow. Everyday she would come to him, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours, in this very castle. Sneaking food to him when she could and both of them always having a story to share. 'She was my best friend...' Alexandre thought to himself, too tired to talk.
'My only friend.' He added bitterly. 'And now she's gone forever...'
Crawling to the center of the cell, he curled himself up into a ball, clutching at his key as he willed himself to sleep......
Realization hit him like he was being run down by a horse. "No..." He hoarsely whispered out, quickly scuttling to his feet.
Everything was different, and yet the same. The floors looked the same, the bricks smelled the same, and the overall environment felt the same. But there was an underlying sense of dread in the air. Something was amiss.
"Where - where is Charming?" He asked aloud to himself, his voice echoing off the walls; "Charming...charming....charming...arming...ming..." It was as if his own echo was mocking him by repeating the name of the man whole stole her heart from him.
Alexandre could still hear her soft giggle, filled with nothing but kindness and happiness. How she would sneak away to see him in one of the abandoned towers and speak to him, some days for only a few moments, and others, a few hours.
"Snow." He said hushedly, as if the name itself held some sort of power, control.
Before he could continue his thought, he heard the shuffle of plate boots on the floor, and realized guards were coming for him - and fast.
"It's alright, Cat, just disappear!" He thought to himself as if it was nothing. He closed his eyes and exhaled, waiting for the confused mumblings of the guards as the source of the disturbance had disappeared. However, this wasn't the case.
"There he is, grab him!" One voice commanded. Alexandre's eyes opened abruptly and before he had time to react, he was being restrained by two guards while a third held him at swordpoint.
"An intruder - how did he get in here?!" The guard with the sword, presumably the commander, barked. "I want those door guards emptying chamberpots!" He said sharply.
Turning back towards Alexandre, an evil smile flashed across his chapped, gray lips. "Take him to the dungeon. The Queen will deal with him when she returns." He ordered with a wave of his hand.
Without another word, the two guards dragged him across the floor, down the spiral staircase to the dungeons.
"Get your hands off me, you ineffectual twits! I'm a personal friend of Snow White's!" He called haughtily, not enjoying the rough treatment he was receiving.
All he received in return from the guards was a cruel laugh and a few japes, "Oh, excuse me then, Ser. We'll be sure to put you in the *royal* cell." One said before tossing him into a damp, dank, barred room.
Alexandre landed hard on the cold stone floor, dirtying his coat and trousers in the process. The resounding clang of the door slamming shut echoed off the walls, as if reminding Alexandre of his incarceration.
There was no guard posted at the dungeon. It was rumored the cells were magically sealed so as to prevent escape in any form.
Alexandre pulled his coat off and laid it down by his feet before sitting down in the center of the cell. The cell was sparsely furnished, with a lice-infested pile of hay serving as a 'bed', a splintered wooden chair, and a stained chamberpot that apparently hadn't been washed out in months, years even.
Alexandre tapped a single finger on the stone floor, pondering. Why hadn't his magic worked? Were this under normal circumstances, he could have disappeared instantaneously without even a second thought.
It all worked easily - when he was a cat. Could Rumpelstiltskin have tricked him again? Alexandre sneered. "Can he not just make a proper deal?" He seethed aloud to himself, standing up to pace about the cell. Even as a cat he couldn't stay still for long.
If there was any good time to think, this was the best time. The only sounds to accompany him were the scuttling of mice and the random drip of water on the ground. An eerie silence, empty.
A small smile twitched at the edge of Alexandre's lips as he began to remember fond things. From a time before; losing himself in memory.
A few years ago...
The Cat sauntered about his new 'home' approvingly, deeming it good enough to live. Though, anything would be better than Wonderland. The Queen had been endlessly pursuing him, no doubt wanting his head removed from his shoulders. He felt, hopefully, that the people here would be friendlier, but he didn't wish to take any chances and was sure to remain invisible when skulking about the main body of the castle. But this wing was abandoned and no one ever came in there, leaving him confident enough to stay corporeal.
He hopped up on the large, dusty, yet comfortable double bed, curling into a ball in hopes catching a nap before exploring some more.
Sleep came to him in restless fits, until the Cat decided he wouldn't get reprieve tonight.
He lifted his head slowly, his tail swishing from side to side. His large eyes seemed to lower to the key that hung from his neck. The feeling of the cool metal against his warm fur only seemed to remind him of what he had lost.
He pawed at it, as if hoping that his touch would bring her back to him. But he was just a Cat - a cat without friends and without hope.
He laid his head down on the bed once more, trying to will himself to sleep.
The oak door suddenly creaked open and a woman hurridly entered the room, immediately starting to go through the drawers in her haste to find something. Her long, raven black hair reached halfway down her back, a stunningly beautiful contrast of her snow white skin and ruby red lips. She wore a dress of royalty, a black leather corset restraining her chest and back only for the powder blue dress to fluff out where the corset stopped and her natural, tiny figure began.
The Cat was quickly taken off guard as the door swiftly opened with a woman pouring through the threshold, obviously in a hurry. Knowing it was too late to become invisible, he simply tried to curl up even tighter in hopes she wouldn't notice him on the bed, though he kept a single eye open to watch, just in case.
She paid no mind to the cat, seemingly lost in her own thoughts of her reasoning behind visiting the abandoned wing until her delicate fingers finally happened upon a small childs tiara, beautifully crafted in the finest diamonds and silver that scattered the small amount of light that trickled in through the stained glass windows.
She paused, letting out a breathy laugh as her nimble fingers traced a few of the diamonds, content and relieved now in finding that of which had been lost to her. Only then did her doe-like eyes happen upon the curled up cat on the bed. She smiled sweetly at the feline and brought herself over to sit on the edge of the bed, letting her hand scratch the cat behind the ears, her other hand holding fast to the tiara in her lap.
Just when he thought she would leave the room, her eyes landed on him. Large, kind, caring eyes. Most any other person would most likely have shooed him out. She sat down next to him and began scratching him behind the ear, causing his head to lift up and get a better look at her. Against his better instincts, he began to purr at the touch; a strange feeling, having only been a cat for a few days now.
"And I don't suppose you had something to do with this did you?" Snow White asked the cat jokingly, not at all expecting a response back.
In response to her question, he tilted his head and began to speak, "No, not that I recall. I prefer to simply *watch*. Stealing isn't in my nature." He finished calmly, his smile seeming to curl eerily.
Snow White quickly retreated her hand the moment she heard a voice coming out of the cat.
"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry I thought-you can talk!" She returned her hand to her lap and stood up from the bed, turning to face the talking animal, just now realizing the grin the cat wore somewhat unnaturally on his face.
"Did...did Regina do this to you?" Snow then asked, not so much surprised that there was a talking cat in her castle anymore, but already gathering that magic was involved and was already trying to get down to the bottom of it's origin.
"No harm done." He replied neutrally, standing on all-fours and stretching. "Yes, yes, I can talk. Most convenient, considering my *current* plight."
Upon mention of Regina, the Cat shook his head 'no'. "Ah, your step-mother. No, she wasn't involved. I doubt she knows I exist. This was done by another - the Queen of Heartssss." He hissed, holding on to the last 's' of the word 'hearts'. There was no need to frighten the girl by mentioning The Dark One, especially since she seemed to respond well to his being there.
Relief washed away Snow's worried expression and she moved to sit back down on the edge of the bed again, though giving the cat his respectable distance.
"The Queen of Hearts?" She asked outloud. "Then...then you must be from Wonderland!" She quickly observed and tilted her head to the side with interest. "What...why are you here?"
The Cat sauntered over, closer to her before sitting back on his haunches, his tail swishing about. "The Queen, God bless her, doesn't much like it when people don't fear her." He leaned in slowly, "I didn't fear her." He said coldly before straightening his posture once again.
"She wanted me executed. I looked...much more comely then. But I escaped. Right at the headsman's block, high marks for timing. Anyways, I turned into a cat and ran away. Exiled from *all* of Wonderland." He explained in a tone that wasn't unkind.
Snow raised a tentative hand before running it over the cat's back in a simple stroke.
"You are very brave." She commended him, seeming to take the news unnaturally well. She returned her hand to her lap and let her gaze wander from the cat to the tiara she held in her lap.
The Cat shook his head once again. "No...no, I'm not brave. Bravery and I are not on intimate terms, you see...but thank you." He finished simply.
Snow turned to look back at the cat and broke into a sweet smile.
"You might not think so, but your heart is true...I can tell...and you sir, are indeed brave." She nodded once, affirmitively, indicating that it wasn't to be argued over any longer.
"So...you *turned* into a cat? You mean...you weren't cursed into becoming one?" She asked, letting herself change the subject.
"To be completely honest, much of it was a blur. I remember the feel of cold steel at my neck, learning its mark whilst preparing for the strike. Then, there was a flash, and next thing I knew, I was running away with twice as many legs as before. And this....grin.." He added, disgusted.
Snow couldn't help but to laugh softly, not at his own expense, but because she was imagining the obscurity of the events that he had described.
"Well...if it's any consolation, I rather like the grin. I think more cats should smile the way you do." She kept her smile and then once again moved to stand, though still facing the cat.
"My step-mother may be Queen of this castle, but I am still a Princess. You are welcome to stay here as long as you like, as long as you stay out of Regina's way. She doesn't take too kindly to guests..."
If the Cat could blush, he most likely would have; if not at her compliment, then at her laugh. It was a sweet sound, like the soft singing of a beautiful bird.
"Your kindness is noted, Your Highness. If there's anything I'm good at, it's staying out of the way." He reassured her. He was surprised by himself. How open he was, how...*friendly*. Were it anyone else talking to him, he would have been cold, wicked even. But this girl was different; and in that moment, he wished he was human more than ever.
Snow offered a small courtsey to the cat upon the bed, still holding her radient smile.
"Please...I'm Snow. Snow White."
"A pleasure. My name is-" the Cat stopped himself, finally realizing that he didn't even remember his own name. Is that all it took? A few days of traveling was all it took to forget one's own name? Or was it his current choice of body? Whatever the case, he didn't know what to call himself.
"Call me, the Cat. No...the *Cheshire* Cat." He finally decided, his voice gaining more confidence as he finally made his choice.
"A pleasure Cheshire Cat." Snow said, using the name given to out of nothing but respect, not even hesitating to question why he hadn't given his real name. She just accepted it, trusting him with his secrets.
He looked her in the eyes before speaking next. "Snow White. That's a lovely name. Quite beautiful." He complimented, still purring quietly in he background.
"My mother named me." Snow then said, a bit softer than her already soft voice usually spoke. The chimes of the castle clock quickly brought Snow to attention, and after counting the strikes she sighed. "I have to go, but I'll be back tonight and I'll see what kind of supper I can bring up here to you." Snow hurried over to the door that she had entered in and looked back to the cat. "It really was nice meeting you...Cheshire..." She smiled at him once more before slipping out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
"And you...Snow." The Cat responded, sighing quietly when she left. Acting as though nothing happened, he returned to the center of the bed, curling in a ball to sleep; finding it come much easier to him now......
As Alexandre saw the memory come and go, he was either unaware of or unwilling to take notice of the fresh tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. That first meeting was one of many between him and Snow. Everyday she would come to him, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours, in this very castle. Sneaking food to him when she could and both of them always having a story to share. 'She was my best friend...' Alexandre thought to himself, too tired to talk.
'My only friend.' He added bitterly. 'And now she's gone forever...'
Crawling to the center of the cell, he curled himself up into a ball, clutching at his key as he willed himself to sleep......
I'll work on getting a post up asap. Having to juggle other large roleplays.
Collaboration between Ghost Shadow, YoshiSkittlez, and GuardianAngelHaruki
Alexandre swept through the halls of the castle with a slight swagger to his step, obviously used to, and pleased with his new human form. As he walked, he was singing a song under his breath, though he phrased it more like telling a story than actually singing.
"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!"
Heather smiled a bit at Alexandre, ignoring his seemingly arrogant walk, and listened as he recited another poem under his breath. As if coming back to reality from his reverie, Alexandre stopped to look back at Dr. Jekyll.
"Well, I dare say we've looked through every room, nook, and cranny of the castle, yes? Or have I missed anything? If there was one thing useful about being a cat, it was the ability to see far better than a human could." He informed in an almost lecturing fashion.
"I believe we have looked around in every place we could access," Heather answered Alexandre. She was somewhat slightly distracted by the baby blanket she found in one of the bedrooms. The baby blanket was old and ratty, something the poorest of the poor would use to wrap their child in and the name Baelfire was crudely stitched into that blanket with red thread. Why would Rumpel have this particular baby blanket?
She snapped out of her thoughts when she looked out of the window and saw Rumpel standing at the front doors. She backed away from the window, and noticed that the sun was setting. She said to Alexandre, clearly nervous and unsettled, but trying to remain calm, "He's back!"
Alexandre, too, looked at the blanket with keen interest; jumping in surprise at Heather's sudden outburst of Rumpel's return.
"Thrice-damned wretch. I'm not afraid of him." He declared, though it was an obvious lie. There was no one in the Enchanted Forest who wasn't afraid of Rumpelstiltskin - well, no one alive, that is. Heather quickly put the baby blanket back down where she had found it and hurried off to the kitchens. Alexandre silently followed Heather, albeint at a more casual pace, a heavy stride to his steps as opposed to the smooth, prideful posture he had earlier.
"Keep calm, my dear. What's the worst he'll do?" Alexandre asked, as if trying to comfort her before abruptly stopping himself. Heather gave him a skeptical look that silently asked him if he was being serious right now.
"No, wait, bad metaphor. Everything will be fine." He reassured, flashing a comforting, if not hollow grin. After he amended himself, Heather sighed.
"Thanks. But you saw how childish he acted. If he turns out to be a picky eater, then I'm either going to switch with Hyde, or going to be dead! If I didn't have Hyde's sense of smell, I would still call you a liar,"
She tested the soup by lifting up the lid, and saw that it was still hot indicative by the steam that rose into the air. Thank Heavens! She placed the lid back onto the pot and she mumbled,
"OK. Where the heck does he keep the dishes and silverware...? Does he even have those things...?" She never felt so nervous before. It was very much like the times right before the meetings with the Board of Science in London.
"Do I really look like I know?" Alexandre asked her, exasperated. He strolled about the kitchens nonchalantly, as if trying to force the illusion upon himself that everything was alright. His hands were in his coat pockets and he was whistling a tune to himself.
"No. No, you don't. Sorry," Heather quickly apologized as she looked around. She honestly felt like she was going to start hyperventilating, and tried to slow her breathing down as she continued her search.
"I'm sure he could conjure a bowl or two if need be. And even if he did get mad, he wouldn't kill you, because you're still worth something to him, and two: if you do turn to Hyde, will you give me a heads-up? I'd like to 'chat'." He said with a flashy grin.
She stopped momentarily to look at Alexandre.
"You do realize there's a chance that she could kill you while you're chatting with her, right?"
She soon found the bowl, utensils, and the ladel. As she served up the soup in the bowl, she asked Cheshire "Are you going to talk to Rumpelstiltskin?" She was curious if he was still intent on going through with that plan, or if he was just going to leave, considering he had his human body back.
"I like to be spontaneous - we'll see what happens." Alexandre replied cryptically, running a stray hand through his hair. "You really think Hyde would try and kill me? I know she wanted to get 'closer'." He said with a chuckle, but otherwise was neutral as he spoke.
His answer about being spontaneous worried Heather even more. She answered him, "I wouldn't put it past her. She may do it after you two got...'closer',"
She kept her ears open for the two front doors to open. Considering that she saw Rumpel at the doors from the second story, she calculated that he would be in this castle by now. So...why wasn't he?
She decided not to question this out loud, and just take it as good luck on her part.
"I do hope that my dinner is ready." Rumpelstiltskin said cheerily, parading himself into the main entrance of the castle calling out to the only person he believed to be in his home. With a twist of his wrist, the doors that had been previously locked that led into the grand hall in which Rumpelstiltskin spent most of his time, opened up and the Imp walked through the threshold, his eyes immediately going to the table in the center of the room. Noticing that the table looked just the same as he had left it; dusty and empty, he furrowed his brows but went to the head of the table and took a seat, folding his hands together and resting them on the wooden table and called for Heather Jekyll once more.
"Come on out dearie, no need to be shy!"
Heather jumped when his voice called for her, hoping that dinner was ready. She quickly served the soup into the bowl and hurried as fast as she could to the table where he was sitting, without spilling a drop. She made a mental note that if she ever saw Poole or any of her maids, she would thank them. She said to Rumpel politely as she arrived to the table,
"I apologize for the wait," She placed the soup in front of him, neatly with the silverware and backed away. She remained calm and composed despite his latest call.
Rumpelstiltskin looked at the bowl of soup laid out before him and eyed it skeptically before turning to look at her, as if expecting her to do something.
"Well?" He asked after a few silent moments. "Are you going to eat with me or not?"
Heather thought that she was going to be treated like the maids and servants in her world: that she would have to just wait for him to be done before she could eat. She was caught by surprise when he asked his question, her eyebrows raised and she answered awkwardly, "O-Oh. Yes. I'll be right back,"
She then walked off to get her own bowl, getting over her surprise. However, she couldn't help but feel even more nervous for a reason she could not explain. She tried to calm herself down by telling herself that if she was eating at the same time he was, then it would show him that the soup wasn't poisoned or something like that. Could he even be poisoned? She'd rather not test that.
She got back to the kitchen and she got out two more bowls. She said to Alexandre, "If you want a bowl of soup, help yourself,"
She served a bowl for herself, and then headed back out to that table, with a silent sigh to calm herself.
Rumpelstiltskin was practically finished with his bowl of soup by the time Heather came back, while she was gone he ran a simple incantation over it to ensure that she hadn't tried to poison him. He wasn't sure whether or not to be happy that she hadn't. He let his eyes look up at Heather once she entered the room once more and issued out his hand in a gesture for her to sit at the other end of the table so that she would be facing him, his attention now long-gone from his own soup and watching her carefully eating hers in the ominious silence.
When Heather came back, she was surprised to see that he was already finished, and she felt slightly embarrassed. When he gestured to the other end of the table, she nodded and sat there. She retained the good table manners that were taught to her when she was very young (even if the teaching then was very strict).
"Well, this is quite dreary." Alexandre announced as he stepped into the dining room, hands in his coat pockets once again. His sudden arrival kept Heather from eating for the moment. "I'm satisfied, Imp. For once you've actually come through on your end of the deal." He said coldly, acting much like he did before he was human.
"And stop staring at the doctor like that." He added on, "I know who you really have eyes for." He said with another smile, though this one was menacing and grim, like a calm before a storm. He knew he was pushing the Imp, and made a mental note not to snap the line of his patience; but he wasn't going to show fear, show weakness.
Heather listened to him speak, worried that he may be pushing his luck when it came to this imp. Rumpelstiltskin already seemed angry enough. She was a bit grateful when he asked the imp to stop staring at her, but she couldn't help but be a bit curious as to who the imp had eyes for.
Rumpelstiltskin set down the spoon he still held in his gnarled hand and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully as his eyes moved up from Heather to the man now making himself known in the room.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The Imp asked him eerily calmly, especially for someone who just realized there was a potential stranger in his home.
Alexandre did not answer, instead strolling over to an empty chair at the table, removing his coat, placing it around the back, and sitting down.
"You know who I am." He finally said, his face as solid as stone; and just as cold. "I figured I'd stay here for awhile before going back home...is there a home? I never liked getting involved in politics." He said, almost as if speaking aloud to himself than to anyone else in the room. However, unannounced, almost abruptly; Alexandre stood from his spot and swept his coat back on.
"Oh, Imp...before I go," he began nonchalantly, as if talking to an old friend, "I've...seen Her around." He started, his mouth twitching at the corner. He was without a doubt that Rumpel knew who he was talking about.
Rumpelstiltskin stood from his own chair, though his demeanor was more out of respect since a guest at his own table was standing. He only snickered a bit, closing the gap between himself and the man he knew better as a grinning cat in a leasurly manner.
Jekyll stood as well, sensing that something very bad was going to happen. It was obvious just from how Alexandre started speaking after he had stood up.
Alexandre leaned in close, "She *despises* you. Monster, Liar, Cheater, the names go on and on. I would recommend finding some other poor girl to stalk." He straightened his posture before turning to head towards the door. Heather widened her eyes and started warily.
"Alexandre...you should stop...now,"
Rumpelstiltskin tilted his head to the side once again, thoughtfully wearing a twisted smile hiding the boiling rage consuming his thoughts. Though without warning, his arm struck in the blink of an eye and the Imp's hand was burried deep inside of Alexandre's chest. His fingers found the small organ inside of his ribs and enclosed around it, squeezing tightly before ripping the heart out of Alexandre's chest and holding it delicately in his own hand. Alexandre could do little but croak out a deep groan of pain as the Imp's hand penetrated his chest and pulled out his heart. This was it. He had crossed the line. His face was a mixture of absolute pain, shock, and terror as to what was going to happen next.
"You aren't fit to speak of her. Not to me...not to anyone." Rumpelstiltskin whispered calmly, leaning in to speak into Alexandre's ear, all the while his fingers squeezing hard on the still beating heart in his hand, watching Alexandre squirm around in pain with sheer amusement.
Heather couldn't believe what she saw. She gasped and her hands were covering her mouth as she witnessed Rumpelstiltskin rip Alexandre's heart out. She expected that Alexandre would collapse dead from that, but instead he was still standing and was squirming in pain, defying the medical laws Heather knew well. She wanted to tell Rumpelstiltskin to stop, but she couldn't find her own voice, and Hyde was commenting on how interesting this was, preventing Heather from doing anything except watching.
Alexandre's face was practically drenched with sweat, all feeling replaced by sharp pain and a dull, horrible ringing in his ears. "Then...finish...it." He practically coughed out, still managing to find some sort of defiance.
"I....I have...nothing...nothing to l-lose. Not ev-even you can hold m-me." He spat, feeling his legs start to buckle before collapsing onto the floor. His knees took the hit hard and would have caused quite a bit of pain - had he not been suffering excruciating amounts of it currently.
Rumpelstiltskin's hand let up on the organ, just enough to ease the pain he was giving Alexandre, though only slightly. The Imp's grin widened and let out an unsettling giggle.
"Oh yes yes yes yes, but you see, that's what makes it even more important that you live." He mused. With his free hand, Rumpelstiltskin pulled Alexandre to his feet and jammed the heart back into his chest with a little bit more force than was actually needed before pushing Alexandre's body away from his own.
Right after Rumpelstiltskin shoved Alexandre, Heather snapped out of her shocked stupor and hurried over to Alexandre, checking on him to make sure that he was ok, and didn't have any wounds. Imagine her surprise to find that there was no wound in his chest, where his heart had just been ripped out.
"Oh! Didn't you mention something about returning home? Well...the least I can do is help you along with that..." Rumpelstilskin went on, his voice now no longer a whisper but that of his usual child-like tone.
Heather looked to Rumpelstiltskin when he spoke, worried that he would do something else that was just as terrible when he mentioned the cat's home. Alexandre had little time to react after having his heart forcefully shoved back into his chest.
"No...no, you wouldn't." He pleaded, completely defeated. Any shred of rebellious or defiant thoughts were quelled, leaving him fully out in the open: a coward.
Heather asked Rumpelstiltskin, controlling herself so as to not show fear or the anger she felt, "Haven't you done enough?!"
A smirk only came across Rumpelstiltskin's face as he looked at the two, their pitiful pleas music to his ears. He shook his head no in answering Heather's question and raised his hand, bringing two of his fingers together now concentrating his dead eyes on Alexandre.
"There will never be enough that I can do to him that the coward hasn't already done to himself dearie." He answered darkly.
"Give the Queen my best then?" He asked Alexandre cheerily and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a swirl of purple smoke encased Alexandre, snaking around Heather as if she weren't there and with the blink of an eye, Alexandre and the smoke had vanished from The Dark Castle.
Alexandre swept through the halls of the castle with a slight swagger to his step, obviously used to, and pleased with his new human form. As he walked, he was singing a song under his breath, though he phrased it more like telling a story than actually singing.
"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!"
Heather smiled a bit at Alexandre, ignoring his seemingly arrogant walk, and listened as he recited another poem under his breath. As if coming back to reality from his reverie, Alexandre stopped to look back at Dr. Jekyll.
"Well, I dare say we've looked through every room, nook, and cranny of the castle, yes? Or have I missed anything? If there was one thing useful about being a cat, it was the ability to see far better than a human could." He informed in an almost lecturing fashion.
"I believe we have looked around in every place we could access," Heather answered Alexandre. She was somewhat slightly distracted by the baby blanket she found in one of the bedrooms. The baby blanket was old and ratty, something the poorest of the poor would use to wrap their child in and the name Baelfire was crudely stitched into that blanket with red thread. Why would Rumpel have this particular baby blanket?
She snapped out of her thoughts when she looked out of the window and saw Rumpel standing at the front doors. She backed away from the window, and noticed that the sun was setting. She said to Alexandre, clearly nervous and unsettled, but trying to remain calm, "He's back!"
Alexandre, too, looked at the blanket with keen interest; jumping in surprise at Heather's sudden outburst of Rumpel's return.
"Thrice-damned wretch. I'm not afraid of him." He declared, though it was an obvious lie. There was no one in the Enchanted Forest who wasn't afraid of Rumpelstiltskin - well, no one alive, that is. Heather quickly put the baby blanket back down where she had found it and hurried off to the kitchens. Alexandre silently followed Heather, albeint at a more casual pace, a heavy stride to his steps as opposed to the smooth, prideful posture he had earlier.
"Keep calm, my dear. What's the worst he'll do?" Alexandre asked, as if trying to comfort her before abruptly stopping himself. Heather gave him a skeptical look that silently asked him if he was being serious right now.
"No, wait, bad metaphor. Everything will be fine." He reassured, flashing a comforting, if not hollow grin. After he amended himself, Heather sighed.
"Thanks. But you saw how childish he acted. If he turns out to be a picky eater, then I'm either going to switch with Hyde, or going to be dead! If I didn't have Hyde's sense of smell, I would still call you a liar,"
She tested the soup by lifting up the lid, and saw that it was still hot indicative by the steam that rose into the air. Thank Heavens! She placed the lid back onto the pot and she mumbled,
"OK. Where the heck does he keep the dishes and silverware...? Does he even have those things...?" She never felt so nervous before. It was very much like the times right before the meetings with the Board of Science in London.
"Do I really look like I know?" Alexandre asked her, exasperated. He strolled about the kitchens nonchalantly, as if trying to force the illusion upon himself that everything was alright. His hands were in his coat pockets and he was whistling a tune to himself.
"No. No, you don't. Sorry," Heather quickly apologized as she looked around. She honestly felt like she was going to start hyperventilating, and tried to slow her breathing down as she continued her search.
"I'm sure he could conjure a bowl or two if need be. And even if he did get mad, he wouldn't kill you, because you're still worth something to him, and two: if you do turn to Hyde, will you give me a heads-up? I'd like to 'chat'." He said with a flashy grin.
She stopped momentarily to look at Alexandre.
"You do realize there's a chance that she could kill you while you're chatting with her, right?"
She soon found the bowl, utensils, and the ladel. As she served up the soup in the bowl, she asked Cheshire "Are you going to talk to Rumpelstiltskin?" She was curious if he was still intent on going through with that plan, or if he was just going to leave, considering he had his human body back.
"I like to be spontaneous - we'll see what happens." Alexandre replied cryptically, running a stray hand through his hair. "You really think Hyde would try and kill me? I know she wanted to get 'closer'." He said with a chuckle, but otherwise was neutral as he spoke.
His answer about being spontaneous worried Heather even more. She answered him, "I wouldn't put it past her. She may do it after you two got...'closer',"
She kept her ears open for the two front doors to open. Considering that she saw Rumpel at the doors from the second story, she calculated that he would be in this castle by now. So...why wasn't he?
She decided not to question this out loud, and just take it as good luck on her part.
"I do hope that my dinner is ready." Rumpelstiltskin said cheerily, parading himself into the main entrance of the castle calling out to the only person he believed to be in his home. With a twist of his wrist, the doors that had been previously locked that led into the grand hall in which Rumpelstiltskin spent most of his time, opened up and the Imp walked through the threshold, his eyes immediately going to the table in the center of the room. Noticing that the table looked just the same as he had left it; dusty and empty, he furrowed his brows but went to the head of the table and took a seat, folding his hands together and resting them on the wooden table and called for Heather Jekyll once more.
"Come on out dearie, no need to be shy!"
Heather jumped when his voice called for her, hoping that dinner was ready. She quickly served the soup into the bowl and hurried as fast as she could to the table where he was sitting, without spilling a drop. She made a mental note that if she ever saw Poole or any of her maids, she would thank them. She said to Rumpel politely as she arrived to the table,
"I apologize for the wait," She placed the soup in front of him, neatly with the silverware and backed away. She remained calm and composed despite his latest call.
Rumpelstiltskin looked at the bowl of soup laid out before him and eyed it skeptically before turning to look at her, as if expecting her to do something.
"Well?" He asked after a few silent moments. "Are you going to eat with me or not?"
Heather thought that she was going to be treated like the maids and servants in her world: that she would have to just wait for him to be done before she could eat. She was caught by surprise when he asked his question, her eyebrows raised and she answered awkwardly, "O-Oh. Yes. I'll be right back,"
She then walked off to get her own bowl, getting over her surprise. However, she couldn't help but feel even more nervous for a reason she could not explain. She tried to calm herself down by telling herself that if she was eating at the same time he was, then it would show him that the soup wasn't poisoned or something like that. Could he even be poisoned? She'd rather not test that.
She got back to the kitchen and she got out two more bowls. She said to Alexandre, "If you want a bowl of soup, help yourself,"
She served a bowl for herself, and then headed back out to that table, with a silent sigh to calm herself.
Rumpelstiltskin was practically finished with his bowl of soup by the time Heather came back, while she was gone he ran a simple incantation over it to ensure that she hadn't tried to poison him. He wasn't sure whether or not to be happy that she hadn't. He let his eyes look up at Heather once she entered the room once more and issued out his hand in a gesture for her to sit at the other end of the table so that she would be facing him, his attention now long-gone from his own soup and watching her carefully eating hers in the ominious silence.
When Heather came back, she was surprised to see that he was already finished, and she felt slightly embarrassed. When he gestured to the other end of the table, she nodded and sat there. She retained the good table manners that were taught to her when she was very young (even if the teaching then was very strict).
"Well, this is quite dreary." Alexandre announced as he stepped into the dining room, hands in his coat pockets once again. His sudden arrival kept Heather from eating for the moment. "I'm satisfied, Imp. For once you've actually come through on your end of the deal." He said coldly, acting much like he did before he was human.
"And stop staring at the doctor like that." He added on, "I know who you really have eyes for." He said with another smile, though this one was menacing and grim, like a calm before a storm. He knew he was pushing the Imp, and made a mental note not to snap the line of his patience; but he wasn't going to show fear, show weakness.
Heather listened to him speak, worried that he may be pushing his luck when it came to this imp. Rumpelstiltskin already seemed angry enough. She was a bit grateful when he asked the imp to stop staring at her, but she couldn't help but be a bit curious as to who the imp had eyes for.
Rumpelstiltskin set down the spoon he still held in his gnarled hand and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully as his eyes moved up from Heather to the man now making himself known in the room.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The Imp asked him eerily calmly, especially for someone who just realized there was a potential stranger in his home.
Alexandre did not answer, instead strolling over to an empty chair at the table, removing his coat, placing it around the back, and sitting down.
"You know who I am." He finally said, his face as solid as stone; and just as cold. "I figured I'd stay here for awhile before going back home...is there a home? I never liked getting involved in politics." He said, almost as if speaking aloud to himself than to anyone else in the room. However, unannounced, almost abruptly; Alexandre stood from his spot and swept his coat back on.
"Oh, Imp...before I go," he began nonchalantly, as if talking to an old friend, "I've...seen Her around." He started, his mouth twitching at the corner. He was without a doubt that Rumpel knew who he was talking about.
Rumpelstiltskin stood from his own chair, though his demeanor was more out of respect since a guest at his own table was standing. He only snickered a bit, closing the gap between himself and the man he knew better as a grinning cat in a leasurly manner.
Jekyll stood as well, sensing that something very bad was going to happen. It was obvious just from how Alexandre started speaking after he had stood up.
Alexandre leaned in close, "She *despises* you. Monster, Liar, Cheater, the names go on and on. I would recommend finding some other poor girl to stalk." He straightened his posture before turning to head towards the door. Heather widened her eyes and started warily.
"Alexandre...you should stop...now,"
Rumpelstiltskin tilted his head to the side once again, thoughtfully wearing a twisted smile hiding the boiling rage consuming his thoughts. Though without warning, his arm struck in the blink of an eye and the Imp's hand was burried deep inside of Alexandre's chest. His fingers found the small organ inside of his ribs and enclosed around it, squeezing tightly before ripping the heart out of Alexandre's chest and holding it delicately in his own hand. Alexandre could do little but croak out a deep groan of pain as the Imp's hand penetrated his chest and pulled out his heart. This was it. He had crossed the line. His face was a mixture of absolute pain, shock, and terror as to what was going to happen next.
"You aren't fit to speak of her. Not to me...not to anyone." Rumpelstiltskin whispered calmly, leaning in to speak into Alexandre's ear, all the while his fingers squeezing hard on the still beating heart in his hand, watching Alexandre squirm around in pain with sheer amusement.
Heather couldn't believe what she saw. She gasped and her hands were covering her mouth as she witnessed Rumpelstiltskin rip Alexandre's heart out. She expected that Alexandre would collapse dead from that, but instead he was still standing and was squirming in pain, defying the medical laws Heather knew well. She wanted to tell Rumpelstiltskin to stop, but she couldn't find her own voice, and Hyde was commenting on how interesting this was, preventing Heather from doing anything except watching.
Alexandre's face was practically drenched with sweat, all feeling replaced by sharp pain and a dull, horrible ringing in his ears. "Then...finish...it." He practically coughed out, still managing to find some sort of defiance.
"I....I have...nothing...nothing to l-lose. Not ev-even you can hold m-me." He spat, feeling his legs start to buckle before collapsing onto the floor. His knees took the hit hard and would have caused quite a bit of pain - had he not been suffering excruciating amounts of it currently.
Rumpelstiltskin's hand let up on the organ, just enough to ease the pain he was giving Alexandre, though only slightly. The Imp's grin widened and let out an unsettling giggle.
"Oh yes yes yes yes, but you see, that's what makes it even more important that you live." He mused. With his free hand, Rumpelstiltskin pulled Alexandre to his feet and jammed the heart back into his chest with a little bit more force than was actually needed before pushing Alexandre's body away from his own.
Right after Rumpelstiltskin shoved Alexandre, Heather snapped out of her shocked stupor and hurried over to Alexandre, checking on him to make sure that he was ok, and didn't have any wounds. Imagine her surprise to find that there was no wound in his chest, where his heart had just been ripped out.
"Oh! Didn't you mention something about returning home? Well...the least I can do is help you along with that..." Rumpelstilskin went on, his voice now no longer a whisper but that of his usual child-like tone.
Heather looked to Rumpelstiltskin when he spoke, worried that he would do something else that was just as terrible when he mentioned the cat's home. Alexandre had little time to react after having his heart forcefully shoved back into his chest.
"No...no, you wouldn't." He pleaded, completely defeated. Any shred of rebellious or defiant thoughts were quelled, leaving him fully out in the open: a coward.
Heather asked Rumpelstiltskin, controlling herself so as to not show fear or the anger she felt, "Haven't you done enough?!"
A smirk only came across Rumpelstiltskin's face as he looked at the two, their pitiful pleas music to his ears. He shook his head no in answering Heather's question and raised his hand, bringing two of his fingers together now concentrating his dead eyes on Alexandre.
"There will never be enough that I can do to him that the coward hasn't already done to himself dearie." He answered darkly.
"Give the Queen my best then?" He asked Alexandre cheerily and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a swirl of purple smoke encased Alexandre, snaking around Heather as if she weren't there and with the blink of an eye, Alexandre and the smoke had vanished from The Dark Castle.
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