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[Stiles does show up, just as he said, his hand wrapped around the piece of paper that had Jackson's hair in it. He didn't really want to have a lot of contact with it, because, well. Gross.]
Mr. Gold?
Mr. Gold?
[For now, the room is empty with his suitemate out and the rest of the people in this particular room running about and exploring the area. Gold answers the door almost immediately after Stiles speaks. If he's going to do this, he'd prefer to do it while everyone is out.]
Good evening, Mr. Stilinski. Come in. [He walks over to a table and picks up an empty beaker he retrieved from one of the classrooms during one of his excursions.] Place it in here, if you would.
Good evening, Mr. Stilinski. Come in. [He walks over to a table and picks up an empty beaker he retrieved from one of the classrooms during one of his excursions.] Place it in here, if you would.
[Stiles takes his hand out of his pocket, but before putting the hair in the glass, he looked at Mr. Gold, hazel eyes searching for a moment.]
Before I do this--what exactly is going to happen?
Before I do this--what exactly is going to happen?
But what's the catch--what happens to him, when he gets near me?
[What happens to him, is another question.]
[What happens to him, is another question.]
Absolutely nothing. The spell doesn't prevent him from approaching you, but should he lash out... no damage he attempts to inflict on you will actually take. His blows will glance off, his blades will not pierce your skin- absolutely nothing he can do to you in this world will cause you harm.
[It's a fairy straightforward spell- one of the few he possesses, but considering the last person he gave it to was Snow White and she has his number... yeah.]
[It's a fairy straightforward spell- one of the few he possesses, but considering the last person he gave it to was Snow White and she has his number... yeah.]
...okay.
[Stiles knows this is stupid. But, still.
He takes the hair out of his pocket, putting it in the bottle.]
Let's do this.
[Stiles knows this is stupid. But, still.
He takes the hair out of his pocket, putting it in the bottle.]
Let's do this.
Were you expecting something flashier?
[In goes the hair and Gold runs a hand across the top like a magician waving a wand over a hat to produce a rabbit. All in an instant, the hair dissolves into some sort of purple, faintly glowing liquid that fills half the bottle.] If magic weren't so simple, it wouldn't cost so much. But I'm confident we'll find a way for you to pay me back. [He holds the vial out to him.]
[In goes the hair and Gold runs a hand across the top like a magician waving a wand over a hat to produce a rabbit. All in an instant, the hair dissolves into some sort of purple, faintly glowing liquid that fills half the bottle.] If magic weren't so simple, it wouldn't cost so much. But I'm confident we'll find a way for you to pay me back. [He holds the vial out to him.]
[Stiles takes the vial, but doesn't drink, not just yet. It looks strange, and there is such a feeling within him that this is not good.
And yet, he knows he's going to do it.]
Yeah, I have a feeling you will, too.
[He waits, then--]
On the weird chance that I don't want this anymore...how do I do it?
And yet, he knows he's going to do it.]
Yeah, I have a feeling you will, too.
[He waits, then--]
On the weird chance that I don't want this anymore...how do I do it?
...I don't know? I become some weird sort of masochist?
[Stiles laughs.]
Yeah, I know, I won't.
Well, bottoms up.
[And he drink's it, wincing, expecting to feel different.]
[Stiles laughs.]
Yeah, I know, I won't.
Well, bottoms up.
[And he drink's it, wincing, expecting to feel different.]
[It just seems too easy. Way too easy.
But, well. It's done, isn't it? Can't turn back now. Giving a nod, he raises his eyebrows, putting the vial back on the table with a nervous little gesture.]
Uh, yeah. So...thanks? I mean--I appreciate it. Really.
But, well. It's done, isn't it? Can't turn back now. Giving a nod, he raises his eyebrows, putting the vial back on the table with a nervous little gesture.]
Uh, yeah. So...thanks? I mean--I appreciate it. Really.
CONTACT: eden.m@compass.net
MESSAGE: I've encountered a problem with which I could use assistance.
MESSAGE: I've encountered a problem with which I could use assistance.
CONTACT: eden.m@compass.net
MESSAGE: I have acquired some valuable materials, cursed of course. It needs to be broken before I can make use of them.
MESSAGE: I have acquired some valuable materials, cursed of course. It needs to be broken before I can make use of them.
CONTACT: eden.m@compass.net
MESSAGE: You are entitled to a portion of the spoils.
MESSAGE: You are entitled to a portion of the spoils.
INVENTORY: [ YOU HAVE ACQUIRED: 1 MUMMY HAND TOTEM ]
CONTACT: hellboy@compass.net
MESSAGE: Gold. did you visit the speakeasy last week?
MESSAGE: Gold. did you visit the speakeasy last week?
[Wow, Gold, keep those murderous feelings under wraps maybe.]
i didn't make it out there this time. [In actuality, it's more like he was actively avoiding it, but --] The staff there forthcoming about anything new?
i didn't make it out there this time. [In actuality, it's more like he was actively avoiding it, but --] The staff there forthcoming about anything new?
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