Voice Test, considering lastvoyages, canon point is post "Queen of Hearts"

[worsetodie]

I'm hoping this is your idea of a joke.

[Because look at him, mundane. He hasn't worn this skin in almost thirty years.

So why not simply disguise it? The Dark One before you could do that.]

Oh, you are joking. I'll be certain to spare a chuckle when you've returned me to Storybrooke, where you found me.

[Never one well accustomed to disguising fury, his boggy, amphibious eyes are dark and burning. The fingers of his right hand twitch at his side, itching perhaps for the ubiquitous cane that's accompanied him for so long.]

I'm not in the mood for more detours, dearie. Put me back.

Comments

[untethered]

She's taking you out of Storybrooke...? [ must be some powerful magic in that one ]

[worsetodie]

[He stops short, avoiding her look. He's never thought much of his own appearance, Dark One or not, which was probably why he never bothered to hide his true form, but after Mr. Gold, who was more normal, less beastly, perhaps Rumpelstiltskin is just the slightest bit embarrassed to be seen this way. By her. Or perhaps he simply never means to let her see him when he's angry. She worries. He worries, especially now that her time has become something he waits for her to offer, rather than expects. It could be both things at once.]

Not if I've anything to say about it.

[His voice is low, the harder consonants in his speech clipped and terse.]

[untethered]

[ she really doesn't notice. or she wouldn't have, had he not visibly displayed his discomfort so apparently. a tiny frown appears at the corner of her lips.

but she's more concerned with the threat that underlies his words. ]

What do you mean to do? [ there's a definite hint of warning in her tone. if he thinks to try to get his way out off this via dark magic, falling back into those old ways... well, surely that's a worse fate than whatever awaits him there, isn't it?

no, maybe not, when to leave this world may mean losing his chance to find bae again. to come so close and then be expelled from this world was a new form of cruelty. ]

[worsetodie]

[Because he hears that warning, because it's exactly what he doesn't want to hear, clearly shown when he snaps]

I don't know!

[and immediately sees his mistake. He frowns, withdrawing further from her as some silent indication that he's not a danger to her, that his ire isn't reserved for her.]

[untethered]

[ she knows, but it still smarts a little whenever he turns his sharp tongue upon her. so she winces, just a bit. ] There's no guarantee that it will be forever.

[canfindrope]

Looking forward to Belle?

[worsetodie]

[How he manages to look down his nose at her when they're of fairly equal height, one will never know.]

That sounded rather pointed. Something on your mind?

[canfindrope]

I won't let you hurt her.

[worsetodie]

Hadn't planned to, dearie, but next time I sit down to hammer out my schedule I'll be sure to pencil in a little time to run the bullet points by you.

Just to be certain I have your permission.

How are Sundays for you?

[canfindrope]

She's my friend, Gold.

[lespoir]

[So this is what he looks like normally. Or, you know. Fairytale-y. She really isn't all that surprised. Now at lease, she gets all the 'crocodile' jokes.]

If you can't convince them to send you back, then I think we're all doomed.

[Even if her tone is slightly less than serious.]

[worsetodie]

You have a wonderful talent, Miss Swan, for often being a little more right than you probably intend to be.

[lespoir]

Yeah, well. Maybe I was intending it.

[worsetodie]

You're uncertain?

[lespoir]

[Oh my god, Rumgold. Go away.]

Even I have to admit. Regina might be another story, but you. [And yes, uncomfortable admission of ... they all might just be screwed.]

Where- [Er.] When is your writer taking you from? If she ends up sending you to the Barge.

[whocouldever]

[Well she, for one, happens to not mind the appearance. It becomes him, should anyone ask.]

I don't think we have much of a choice. Any of us.

[worsetodie]

[Once again there's a marked hesitation when making eye contact. While still agitated he's making an effort at least not to direct any of it toward her.]

There's always a way.

[He's only mildly successful, that statement grated through his teeth.]

[whocouldever]

[At least she knows how to tell if and when anything IS directed towards her.]

Maybe. If anyone can find it... [Just a little ego stroke. Just a tiny one.] Is it- it's a Boat of some sort? A ship? The Last Voyage sounds a bit... Permanent.

[worsetodie]

[She's good at that, it brings him down, albeit slowly, enough so that at least he can focus on her question.]

I don't know as much as I should, I'm afraid. Someone is withholding a good deal of information. [He means you, Mundane.] But I have heard it referred to as a "Barge," so you're probably correct, that it's a ship. [And hopefully not about the 'permanent' bit.]

[whocouldever]

Oh. [well that's just a little depressing. And nerve enticing.]

But you've been on a ship before, haven't you? I'm sure it'll be alright. You'll have people you know there.

[theboywiththebook]

[Mr.Gold, seriously, why are you like this?]

They don't really respond to stuff like that, Mr.Gold.

[worsetodie]

...I do believe I'm beginning to learn that.

tis fine

[theboywiththebook]

[What makes him think that's not true?]

Just...don't do anything bad.

[Because even though he can't get Mr.Gold to be good he can at least try and help him along?...Okay maybe not.]

[worsetodie]

As little bad as being wronged permits someone.

[theboywiththebook]

I mean don't kill people.

[Someone's gotta try and be your conscience.]