I got to go because something's on my mind, and I won't get better no matter how hard I try

[undealt]

Who: GOLD AND ANYONE ON THE MIRROR SIDE + Mirror Gold and Regina
Where: Around the Mirror Mansion + eighth floor hallway
When: July 16th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gold's out to capture some Mirrors in his magical hat. Meanwhile, Mirror Gold is about to have a very bad time.

The Story:

♚ MIRROR SIDE: OPEN ♚

It takes Gold a few attempts before he arrives on the Mirror Side, armed with the dagger and the hat tucked away in its little gold box. He writes a note to Regina in the notebook in their customary Elvish, warning her that the plan is being put into motion, and that his Mirror is there waiting, and sets out to start gathering what he needs to complete this damned ritual and sever himself from the dagger once and for all.

It would be easier if he had someone to do it for him. For all the Captain is as frustrating as he is foolish, he made a lovely pawn, but if he's going to prove this isn't something dark and horrible, then he has to be willing to risk it, himself. It's a small price to pay to avoid alienating his loved ones and getting everything he wants.

This time, it will actually work.

While everyone else explores and hunts for the Core, Gold walks with a purpose. The Core, while a fascination of his, has no appeal for him today. That is something he will leave to the brave heroes daring enough to get close to it. He'll take what they learn and apply it to his own research- the Resistance is good for gathering that sort of information. Meanwhile, you'd think the bastard belonged here as casually as he moves through the halls, stalking prey he can lure off to fall victim to the hat.


♞ REAL SIDE: CLOSED TO REGINA ♞

Meanwhile, a very perplexed mustached man has found himself in Gold's room on the Real Side, which comes as a great surprise to him. Rumplestiltskin sighs drearily, figuring that, yet again, he'll be protecting the Reals from the antics of some of his brother and sister Mirrors. Really, it's becoming absurd, all this fighting. He's never going to be able to leave war behind.

Grimly, he steps from the room and out into the hallway of the eighth floor, glancing around for any sign of the chaos. It's coming- you don't surprise the Mirrors and not have them throw a few temper tantrums.

Comments

[undealt]

[that is

simultaneously alarming and also utterly unsurprising.

Gold whirls, drawing his own dagger instinctively, a cold sneer working away across his face as he looks the dear captain over.] That look doesn't suit you at all, Captain.

[unsated]

Nor does your look. [Hook has his own dagger out in an instant, the words Killian Jones clearly emblazoned on the blade. His hook glitters unsettling, and if Rumplestiltskin cares to notice, he may notice that it's not metal at all, but simply a contruct of magic. Killian could regrow his hand if he chose. He'd rather keep the hook.]

I much prefer you dead.

[And with that he steps in, his dagger glinting as he attacks (atk 22, dmg 9).

He could use magic, but the idea of making Gold bleed is so much more appealing.]

[undealt]

[yeah, well. no one told Gold not to use magic. he hisses at the wound, and then summons a fireball, because guess who has never gotten to light you on fire (dmg 34, reflex save halves). That is going to be extremely satisfying.]

We're going to be at this all day, I think.

[at least until he can summon the hat.]

[unsated]

[Well he sure crit failed, so he's on fire now. He just kind of lets himself be on fire though, grinning manically through the flames.]

Underestimating me again? How well that worked for the Dark One of my world.

[He uses his magic to gather the flames and sends the fireball back at Gold, flinging it off his hook.]

[undealt]

[If you think he can dodge that, you sorely underestimate his reflexes. He only really has time to throw up his arm to shield himself from the worst of the flames, which sears through his suit and causes him to wince when it the fire bites into flesh.]

Your world. That would be the world that the Queen of Hearts created, wouldn't it? [He favors his right side to cover the fact that his right is burned and healing slowly, circling towards the pirate.] You forget you're only what you are because she decided she liked you better this way.

[unsated]

Is that what you think of us mirrors? [He vanishes in a puff of smoke, reappearing behind Rumplestiltskin.] I couldn't care less who created me. Doesn't change the fact that I've felt you die before. Perhaps we'll learn if it feels differently when it's a Real, hmm? [He smirks, lashing out with his hook.]

They say Real Things that die on this side don't come back. Rather like the sound of that.