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[dealsforaprice]

[Luceti, there is a man striding through your plaza. A truly peculiar man. His skin is a sort of greyish tinge, his sense of fashion is beyond eccentric and there is a decisive skip in his step. Yes, a skip. He seems quite happy to be here, as he giggles under his breath.]

Delightful! Truly delightful! [He hops onto the edge of the fountain and spreads his arms, as if greeting his new domain.] Mmm, yes, I could get used to this!

[Oh, what's this? Someone is passing him by, and it happens to be your character? Why, he can't let an opportunity like this slip past him. He sinks down into a crouching position with a flourish, beckoning towards the stranger with one hand.]

Excuse me, dearie?


Player Name: Meowzy
Are you new?: No sirree.
Character Name: Rumplestiltskin. (aka Mr. Gold, aka the Dark One, aka the Beast...)
Character Fandom: Once Upon A Time.

Comments

/flails - he is my FAVORITE

[talentsgirl]

[Oh goodness, another British(ish?) accent. Molly turns and...

...my what strange skin you have, Grandma.]

Yes?

Well he is the biggest badass in the series~

[dealsforaprice]

[The better to intimidate you with, my dear.

Rumplestiltskin just smirks up at her from his position on the fountain's rim, his eyes lingering on her hair for a moment.]

I hope you don't find this question too bold, but I simply must ask. What is your name?

and the most fun

[talentsgirl]

[Molly has some experience dealing with Fae. And she knows very well what is, in her world, the powers of the name. So he gets one thing from her only because... gold skin. Not. Normal. And there's that sense of power and death coming off of him in waves...

You don't lie to that, but you sure don't give it your full name.]

I'm Molly. What's yours?

He sure is!

[dealsforaprice]

[Ohhh, clever girl. The first name isn't entirely as powerful as the full name- not at all. Yet, if he understands the situation correctly, he has plenty of time to get to last names, should he want them.

For now, he just looks incredibly thoughtful, raising a finger to the side of his mouth as his eyes cast around for a few seconds. Then, finally, he lowers the hand again and grins up at Molly.]

You can call me... Mr. Gold.

[talentsgirl]

[That pause before that name is not suspicious at all.

When in doubt, flippancy works.

...if you're Harry Dresden. If you're just his apprentice, you stick with something more like politeness. It's better to be unnoticed. Unseen.

Or, if that's impossible, underestimated.]

Mr. Gold, huh? Any particular reason for that name?

[dealsforaprice]

[Meanwhile, Rumplestiltskin is perfectly aware he isn't fooling anyone. He's just the kind of guy who likes to bluff for the hell of it, and considering this is a fresh new world, he isn't giving up his real name just like that.]

Reason? A name is a name, dearie! It's what sets me apart from everyone else! Unless, of course, there already is a Mr. Gold in this village, in which case I may need to consider something else. [He lets out a brief, high-pitched giggle.]

[talentsgirl]

[...creepy giggle.

Molly thinks it might be time to go.]

There's a "Gold," all right. I just don't think I'd call him a "Mister."

[dealsforaprice]

[Aww, don't worry, he won't bite.]

Hmm... Well, that's good enough for me!

[talentsgirl]

Well then... "Mr. Gold" - enjoy your stay in Luceti.

[She'll just be... starting to walk away now >>]

[dealsforaprice]

[Tut tut, why so quick to retreat? He'll let her go, but he makes sure to call after her cheerfully.]

Thank you, dearie! I'm sure I will!

[trollkiller]

[Well, that's a weird old man if he ever did see one.]

"Dearie?"

[dealsforaprice]

[Come now, he's not that old. A few hundred years at the most.]

Yes, you. Could you, by chance, tell me where I am? [He already knows perfectly well where he is. He found his way to the written guide without any problems whatsoever, but he sure does like to play dumb.]

[trollkiller]

This place is called Luceti. No one's told you about it yet?

[dealsforaprice]

Hmm... No! No one has breathed a single word to me about it.

[He grins, partly to keep up his 'charming' appeal and party because of his inner amusement. It's true, after all, that no one has told him anything.]

[trollkiller]

Well, what do you wanna know about it?

[He doesn't really sound thrilled about it. Helping New Feathers out wasn't really his thing! ...of course, despite that, he'd still explain everything to this guy if he really wanted him to.]