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[deal_with_it]

[There's a disturbance in your lobby, today, castle. He's not the prettiest of creatures, that's for certain, especially not with his current attitude. If you were fond of any of the finer decorations in the lobby, vases or decorative plates, for example, they might have just been smashed, or on the list of objects to be thrown against the wall. Rumplestiltskin himself, seems to be shouting at no one in particular.]

So you think you can just grab me, and force me away from my spinning wheel?! Oh, no, no, no... that's not how a civilized world functions!

[He flips over a small table and then turns to a mirror on the wall.]

WHERE ARE YOU?! SHOW YOURSELF!

[After a moment he goes deathly quiet, still addressing the mirror.]

Take... me... back...now.

...You've no idea what you're getting into, dearie.

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[chippedcup]

[Belle's actually in the kitchen when she hears the loud crashing and shouting. She pokes her head out into the lobby and sees him. And she just stands there, in shock for a good few minutes as he continues to destroy the lobby. Then she takes a deep breath. She's supposed to be brave. And he doesn't scare her.

So she steps out into the middle of the lobby, shards of porcelain crunching under her shoes and she crosses her arms.] Would you just calm down and stop destroying the lobby!?

[deal_with_it]

[That voice. He stops mid-throw and lets a flowervase fall to the floor limply. He turns slowly, catches a glimpse of her, then steadies his resolve - back to yelling at the mirror.]

How dare you! HOW DARE YOU! YOU THINK I CAN'T SPOT A FAKE!

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[wizard_redfive]

[Uh oh. The lobby sure is getting a beating today, isn't it.

After a moment's consideration, Dairine decides this newcomer would be best approached at a safe distance. Which in this case, means talking to him from the comfort of her room.]

...Did you just call the castle dearie?

[deal_with_it]

[It's a big hard to hear her, when he's smashing things like that. He's left the book on the floor, not caring about it for the moment.]

[chippedcup]

I am not a fake! [She walks over and stops a few feet behind him. He can probably see her in the mirror.] And you know I'm not.

[wizard_redfive]

[Is he ignoring her? She doesn't like being ignored. So Dairine raises her voice.]

Hey!! I'm talking to you!

[deal_with_it]

[He looks away from her gaze through the mirror. His next words are deathly quiet.]

...Why are you torturing me like this?

[deal_with_it]

[He's really not going to be caring about the book, making noise or no, until someone explains what it is to him, he's far too distressed.]

[chippedcup]

Me, torturing you? How do you think I feel, seeing you again after you rejected me? [Not that she wasn't happy to see him, but it was still painful.]

[deal_with_it]

I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!

[chippedcup]

I don't care! [Oh, she can shout back, not at the same volume, but she can shout.] Stop acting like a spoiled child and listen to me!

[deal_with_it]

[It seems to pain him a bit to slow down and actually take a moment to think about the words she was saying. He leans his hands down on the table underneath the mirror, arms trembling, trying to contain his rage... it's another moment before he starts laughing.]

...And what would you have me listen to? What does a dead person have to say to me? You can't be her. Oh no, no, no...

[chippedcup]

[She can hear that, as she gets closer, though not within arm's reach yet.] Dead? I'm not dead. Do I look dead to you?

Action: This can only lead to good things. I mean bad things. I mean what

[wizard_redfive]

[WELL THEN. If he won't listen to her through the journal, she'll have to go down and make him listen.

In a few minutes time, a young red-head in a t-shirt and jeans walks from one of the tower staircases into the lobby. She glances over the damage with a casual yet critical eye. So far, it’s nothing that the castle can't handle. The new resident, though, is a far greater concern. Crossing her arms, she regards this stranger with a rather annoyed frown. Although her demeanor might seem nonchalant, there’s a certain edge of readiness there too, in case this spirals down into a fight.]

Hey.

[deal_with_it]

[He has a hard time facing her. He backs away, slowly, holding up a hand to let her know not to approach.]

She said...

[He trails off. Thoughtful, but still not completely there.]

...lies. Must be lies, always spitting out lies. She tries to outwit me, but she hasn't won yet. No, not yet. I will not be overtaken by some fool of a queen!

Lol, sorry he just... is too bi-polar-y for the book right now. :|b

[deal_with_it]

[He pauses momentarily, and eyes her up and down just long enough to assess if she was a threat, or related to the Queen in some way.]

Go away, child! This doesn't concern you!

[chippedcup]

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<i.[She wouldn't even try it. Still, that doesn't mean she's not still going to talk.]</i> ...You listened to the Queen? ...And you actually believed her?

the occ in me wants to say 'lol didn't you?' XD also bedtime!

[deal_with_it]

[He shoots her a deathly glare, but says nothing.]

No problem! It was bound to happen eventually :)

[wizard_redfive]

[The correct answers are yes (she's a threat) and no, she has absolutely zero interest of being anyone's queen.

Dairine chooses to ignore that "child" reference for now.]

Go where? In case you haven’t noticed, leaving this place isn’t exactly easy.

LOL Goodnight~

[chippedcup]

[She just gives him a look back.] Are you ready to listen yet?

[deal_with_it]

Just away! Away!

[He was about to being the reason we can't have nice things(tm), but stops suddenly, and turns slowly towards her.]

...What do you mean?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine isn't leaving, despite his sudden threatening demeanor. Though she does mentally go over her available spells… just in case.]

This is Cair Paradisa, a magical castle in the land of Paradisa. No one can leave until they are released from its hold.

[deal_with_it]

[He storms over to a comfy chair, sits in it and crosses his arms and legs.]

Go ahead, dearie. Entertain me.

[deal_with_it]

[He's thoughtful, but still seething with anger. He fights to keep his voice calm.]

And where's the Queen in all this? Did you do something to annoy her as well?

[chippedcup]

[She rolls her eyes at that and walks calmly over to a chair opposite him.] We're in a magic, living castle called Paradisa that kidnaps people.