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[thepriceofgold]

Ah. Mundane. You are entirely too eager.

Don't misunderstand. Your enthusiasm is quite charming. But it seems to me that this application remains, ah, a tad incomplete.

I don't think they're quite done yet telling my tale, dear. If doing this properly is truly your aim, you would do well to show a little patience. There will be opportunities in the meanwhile to explore what we two can achieve together. Museboxes, and the like. In the meantime...

You'll forgive me, but I don't think I'll be signing off on the end of that application just yet.

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[enfant]

What is it in particular that you hope to achieve with your mundane, sir?

[thepriceofgold]

[ Oh interesting. What have we here? ]

Well it just seems a shame to cripple a good tale with a handful of chapters missing.

[ His hand shifts on his cane as thought in emphasis. ]

It seems early to put anything forward in an official capacity...though I do appreciate my new-found freedom, all the same.

[enfant]

[ Just a fair little girl, see? Except for the eyes; they're brighter than a child should own with all the subtlety of a sheet of paper shielding a forest fire. ]

You could go forth and carve your own path, would that be so difficult?

[thepriceofgold]

Wise words from so young a face.

[enfant]

I try to make my fathers proud, sir.

[squirrelhunter]

You seem awfully calm about all this shit.

[thepriceofgold]

To what are you referring, exactly?

[squirrelhunter]

Bein' controlled by these jackasses. I ain't gonna be rollin' over while some idiot writes about me.

[thepriceofgold]

Then do something about it.

Or can't you?

welp.

[lucency]

Not really one for blind faith, are you?

Life hates him. It's karma or something. XD

[thepriceofgold]

[ It's like a cruel joke, seeing her like this. Despite the twinge in his chest, he looks remarkably unaffected when he looks her way. ]

A romantic ideal with high costs and few rewards.

shhh just blame regina.

[lucency]

Not always. A little idealism doesn't necessarily hurt.

[It's not her first time meeting Mr. Gold, which explains why she's so at ease. Even though this one also has that unsettlingly familiar quality that she can't quite put her finger on just yet.]

Where is it that you were being sent?

pfffft always regina's fault

[thepriceofgold]

I disagree. Few things can wound as deeply as false hope.

[ He clears his throat. She's not the first Belle he's run across, either, and he did his best to distance himself from that one, too. What good would it do, for her to know who he really was? Just putting her in danger's path again. ]

It's uncertain, at the moment. Cities both new and old are under consideration.

[bibliophile_annex]

Museboxes would be best until your Mundane knows your full and complete history. Then again, I'm told picking a certain "canon point" can be quite amusing for them. I, of course, don't agree.

[thepriceofgold]

Well I wouldn't say there's quite enough to be getting on with just yet, dearie. But little outing like these are certainly appreciated.

Morsels before the feast, as they say.

[bibliophile_annex]

If you think about it that way, our mundanes are quite... cannibalistic? I'm afraid I don't want to contemplate that for too long.

Hermione Granger. {She nods her head stiffly.}

[thepriceofgold]

Have you seen the communities in which the mundanes tear one another to shreds over the slightest trifle, behind a veil of anonymity? They absolutely eat their own.

[ He chuckles softly. ]

Ah. Well, Miss Granger, you may call me Mr. Gold.

.../throws another Belle at

[achippedteacup]

What sort of tale would that be? [There's curiosity in her voice as she studies this new person...

It..couldn't be...could it?]

/collects them all, wins a prize?

[thepriceofgold]

[ By now he's almost used to her appearing like this. A dangerous feeling. His expression is reserved as he smiles faintly, and answers. ]

A disappointment, if you're the sort who enjoys happy endings.

/you win a belle plush? xD

[achippedteacup]

[The feeling of they've met before keeps nagging at her, but she's trying to rationalize it. They look similar..yes, but couldn't be him. Maybe her mind is playing tricks with her.]

No story can be a disappointment, even if it does have a sad ending. It makes one appreciate the happier endings.

But, are you so sure this 'tale' is done? There the chance that the ending could change.

/cuddles at night, where no one else can see ;_;

[thepriceofgold]

[ He seems almost wary of her, or looking at her for too long. Almost. He doesn't allow himself to be shaken that far. ]

Yes, I suppose I could appreciate the happiness of others by examining my own misfortunes, you're right.

[ Bitter? Him? NEVER. He smiles thinly. ]

Oh, I imagine the tale is far from over. At least I would hope so.

so many rumpels...

[steed]

You're not gonna try to make a deal with 'em?

/infects

[thepriceofgold]

The arrangement has already been made. My mundane simply needs to uphold their end of the bargain, to the best of their ability. Anything less and it's a deal of precious little use to anyone.

I still see him as the dad in 28 Weeks Later though :(

[steed]

...oh.

[Pause. A thoughtful pause.]

Who's stupid enough to make a deal with you?

[Shrek made one, Donkey.]

[thepriceofgold]

Desperate.