Posts by Matttttt6

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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]Now this would've been something She would've loved...Rumple felt himself grimace. His gold-flecked eyes immediately landed on a wilting red rose. But then, of course they did. It was all too familiar. "Can we just take a flower if we want it?" he murmured gruffly, not sure as to why he was asking at all. It was hardly unusual for him to just take what he wanted. This was different somehow. It would be wrong to just pluck the rose out without asking.

But he did hope to recieve a response. After all, he wanted to leave this venue as soon as possible. Cupcakes and flowers weren't exactly his (chipped) cup of tea.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]Rumplestiltskin sauntered in, growing at the scene of destruction that lay before him. As a hoarder, he found the ruination of anything even slightly valuable extremely unsettling. For this reason, he did not sit back lazily as he usually chose to do. Rumple stated on his paws and looked to Vader. He was sure whatever news they were about to recieve was worth his attention.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]Mr. Gold, the male more commonly known as Rumplestiltskin or The Dark One, had made his way towards Los Santos territory under the guise of a young Abyssinian. He hadn't used this body for a long while. He hated it, really. He was painfully aware of his lame back right leg, not because it actually pained him anymore, but because he was terribly ashamed of it.

With him, he carried a sack. Gold was incredibly relieved to have reached the border when he did. That thing was heavy and he'd traveled a long ways. This land was supposed to be the headquarters of the famous "Resistance." The great rebellion to The First Order. That was where all the drama was nowadays, so, of course, Mr. Gold was right in the middle of it. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]"Hello," he murmured, recognizing Poe Dameron immediately. He had hoped this body would make him a bit more elusive, but it seemed a moment of recognition had already passed between them. Rumplestiltskin nodded in respect, slowly eyeing the two Resistance members. His facade changed from that of an innocent traveler to that of a creature with a purpose.

"I am Rumplestiltskin. Mr. Gold, if you will," he began in that silky slur of a voice that so unnerved his clients. "I've come to inquire about a group known as The Resistance? I've found myself very curious about their efforts since hearing about them. You oppose the tyranny of a creature called Vader, is that right?" he asked with a tone of genuine curiosity.

The male wrapped his tail around his paws. "I live in Blizzardclan and had heard about this conflict from my peers, but chose to stay out of it. More recently, I've come to the conclusion that I should become involved in order to do what's right. Still, I'm afraid I simply don't know enough about your cause to definitively choose a side. Could you tell me a bit about this rebellion?"[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]"Actually, I do." This just got more curious as time went on. "You're an immortal then?" Rumple, having received the Darkness, had become something of an immortal himself. Certainly he was demon-like. How long had it been now? Five-hundred years? Five hundred years since he was that little, abandoned, talentless boy in the home of the spinsters?

Yes, he knew exactly what Creature meant. He had felt himself tapping into the lives of everyone he came across, making deals, ruining futures. He had truly affected the span of time, bit by bit. And all to benefit him. It had been risky business, yes. Death had come knocking more than once (quite literally). But here he was still.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]"It's a pleasure to meet you both," he said with a small, professional dip of his head. The male listened to Poe's words casually, flicking his tail and tipping his head. "If I understand correctly, this won't be an easy war to win by any means," he responded, his brow furrowing with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help? I don't fight much, but I do want to contribute. As a tradesman, I even have some weapons in stock I could lend," he continued with a shrug.

"I'm sure your army is filled to the brim and I'm not sure an old cripple like me would be much help in a battle, but I'd be willing to join this...ah, Resistance if it would help." He shot a glance at his lame leg, smiling bitterly. The only thing that old thing ever did help him with was securing a good con. Hell, he'd broken it himself in one of his many acts of persuasion hundreds of years ago. But the intentions behind that one had, at the time, been much...purer than this.

The piece in all of this that would later be a source of much pride was how not one word he said was a lie. Everything he spoke was the truth...if a bit embellished or exaggerated. Gold had never been a good fighter, not even a fair one. Torture was really his specialty, and they were usually subdued by then. At best, he could fight well with use of his overpowering dark magic. There wasn't much fairness in that though. No, Mr. Gold found more honor in a different kind of weapon: the sharp point of a pen. The fine line of a deal. The signature on a contract.

In a way, he was using a favorite weapon of choice now- manipulation and persuasion. This was his war.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]"This is my nightmare," Rumple muttered, a slight growl in his voice. Pirates. God, he hated them.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]"I'll take one," Rumplestiltskin said, taking a swig from a bottle of some sort of alcohol.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]If there was ever a task for Rumple it was this one. "Be a toy-maker. Use whatever materials you want." Considering that last week Rumple had decorated the camp with intestines in place of banners, these were not good limits to give him. As a sort of witch doctor, he had plenty of materials. Not to mention the time he was voted "most likely to scare children" back in Riverclan. Oh, he was definitely going to make the make of this one.

He already had a list of what he wanted to make, and the supplies he needed. There were certainly plans for clowns and cymbal monkeys. But while looking over the things he had in stock, Rumple came across the only toy he wouldn't have to make. It was a little straw doll. Something he used to call "Pan." The male frowned, his forehead knitting as unwanted memories threatened to flood his brain.

A claw unsheathed as if by instinct. He was ready to rip the doll to shreds. It was the only relic he had of his abusive, drunkard of a father: Malcolm. Rumplestiltskin could still smell the hotness of his breath on the stupid straw toy. Yet his claws hesitated over it. He was The Dark zone, a creature who callously slitted the throats of strangers and friends alike without so much as a second thought, and here he was, unable to destroy something he actually hated.

His claws came down, but they did not tear into the little straw man. They smacked it aside, causing it to skid across the ground until it stopped, still in eyesight. Rumple realized he'd been holding his breath. His mouth was dry. He sat there, staring at it, debating on whether to retrieve it or to set it on fire from where he sat.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor= #262626; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]madness is like gravity[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]The fur on his back rose and bristled. "Don't touch that," he snapped. It was one of the few times one could find the casual businessman feeling touchy and vulnerable. Regaining his cool, he muttered, "Sorry. It's just...a toy."

He continued on, explaining, "I have to make toys, for my weekly task. I've never made one before, and I'm frankly not sure what to do. Do you have a request of any sort?" Rumplestiltskin was effectively trying to turn the attention away from the straw bundle of memories at Freshwater's paws. The less he had to confront that mess of feelings, the better.

Of course, Rumple had no idea of Freshwater's image of him. He would never have imagined anyone could admire him. Certainly not anyone who hadn't seen his true power. Surely to his clanmates, he was nothing more than a callous asshole. He was no better than some bitter cripple to them.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Rumple smiled, glancing cheerfully around at his beloved clanmates. "Did someone say 'hugs?'" he asked, sporting a sweet smile. "Bring it in, y'all. I just love you guys so much." He was oblivious to tension until a threat was made apparent."Whoa, why are we getting violent, man? Not cool!"[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]Still tense, Rumplestiltskin's gold-flecked optics focused on Belladonna. "Glowing globe?" he echoed, sneering. "I'll try my best, though I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that." He dug through his things, searching for some sort of electrical conductor. After all, he couldn't make the stupid thing glow by sheer willpower. She couldn't have asked for a teddy bear, could she? he wondered with his typical expression of annoyance.

"I'll get it done," he promised her, putting aside a cord, some metal, and a bouncy ball. He'd figure something else out for Fresh later.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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