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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 7, 2018 0:42:16 GMT -8
Maui's Deserted IslandSmall deserted island where Maui has been stuck. Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, not near any of the kingdoms.Events taking place 4 years before the Dark Curse
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 12, 2018 0:50:41 GMT -8
Maui etched another scratch onto the tally he had been making with a sharp stone.
"Just another day in paradise."
He looked out onto the sea turning his back to the countless etchings in the stone wall. It felt like he had been stranded there for centuries though after the first full day he had already felt like that. Everyday Maui felt the itch of adventure in his heart he needed to go get his hook back so it could be Maui Time again and get everyone back to loving him. It had even gotten to the point where Maui wished he was the Demi God of things that float instead. The gods however felt differently and he was forced to work on a tan he didn't need with only mini Maui to keep him company.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 9, 2019 13:45:58 GMT -8
***Hyde enters from Queen Regina's Kingdom - Dark Castle - Great Hall***
Vision blurred in her feral rage, Hyde hadn't realized that she was no longer in a castle facing the scaly creature that her weak counterpart had released her upon. With a flick of his wrist, the creature had deposited Hyde on a ship far off the coast of a small island that appeared as a speck on the horizon.
Hyde didn't have the capacity to care what or who she tore apart so the fact that the figure before her didn't resemble the one she'd first begun to lunge at didn't phase her or slow her down. She gleefully finished her lunge and began clawing, tearing, ripping. The screams of agony only fueled her fire and consumed her with the need for more.
With the life extinguished from the body beneath her, Hyde felt a deep disappointment that her fun was over. But then her ears perked with the shouts of panic and terror around her as the others had finally taken notice and pulled themselves from stunned horror.
Hyde stood, a pool of the man's blood at her feet and splattered across her clothing and her face. She took in her new surroundings, turning toward the crowd, the smile on her face full of unhinged joy over the horrified terror radiating from them. She absorbed it, fed off that fear. A literal boatload of playthings at her disposal. Her eyes scanned the blurry silhouettes, wondering where to begin.
They watched her from their spot, various weapons in hand, unmoving. Finally, one of the figures moved forward and Hyde's head quickly snapped to his direction. Her smile grew wider, a low growl emitting as she hunched and watched the figure hesitantly approach. Just when his steps began to gain confidence, Hyde lunged at an inhuman speed and literally disarmed the man. The arm holding the weapon was ripped clean from his body and tossed in the direction of the crowd. The sound of his agonized screams mixed with the screams of terror from the crowd.
The life quickly drained from the second man and Hyde stood once again. The fear of the crowd sent them into a frenzy. Several charged at once, weapons leveled at her. With inhuman speed, she lunged from one man to another, quickly knocking weapons out of hands, tearing and clawing. Working her way back and forth through the crowd, her senses, heightened like the predator she was, caught movements of pistols and she quickly dodged out of their line of sight just before they pulled their triggers.
The men attempting to bravely fight the monster were the first to go down. Once the threats were dispelled, Hyde lunged and tore her way through the rest of the crew, feeding off the thrill of the hunt as they gave chase. There was no escape on a ship. Well, perhaps one. Hyde grabbed a man attempting to jump overboard by the back of his shirt and slammed him to the deck, tearing and clawing until he fought no more. Another few were at the back of the boat were beginning to swing a leg over the side into a small row boat roped to the side. With a few strides, she leapt over and threw them two at a time away from the side of the ship, then tore into them.
Hunched low, Hyde turned in a circle, watching, listening. All was motionless and quiet. Only the lapping of the waves on the hull and the gentle sway of the ship. With the thrill gone, Hyde's rage began to dispel. She tossed her head, trying to hold on to the controls but with nothing to fuel her fire, her strength to hold on to the surface began to wain.
With an annoyed growl deep in her throat, she lost the senses around her and faded back into the dark space within.
***Hyde disappeared back inside as Etta takes back control***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 9, 2019 14:30:31 GMT -8
***Etta emerges from the darkness within and takes back control***
The first thing to hit Etta was the acrid smell of blood and death. Her sight came next. The smells, the light sway of the ground she was hunched upon, the sounds of water and silence, it all disoriented her for it didn't match what her mind expected. The smell of death nauseated her. She brought her hand up, covering her mouth with the back of it when her body convulsed with a cough as it tried to dispel the scent it was taken in. Etta was trying to piece together where she was and trying to remember where she had been. As she began to pull her hand away, she paused, staring at the unfamiliar site of the reds and browns of fresh and drying blood splotting her hand. Her head quickly followed the lines of her arms and her clothes, all heavily splattered with blood. Her attention was pulled to the arm of someone who lay still near her knees.
"No, no, no," she said in quiet horror. With dread, Etta forced her gaze toward that person and took in the lifeless, shredded body that lay beside her. She threw her arms behind her and started to drag herself away. Her backward scurry came to a stop when something else blocked her path. Her head whipped over her shoulder to find another corpse. "No, no, no," she repeated louder, shuffling to her feet.
Her new vantage expanded her surroundings bringing corpse upon endless corpse into her vision. She began to turn, her expression horror-stricken. Her hand went to her mouth to cover the sob that had tried to escape. With wobbly legs, Etta propelled herself forward, looking back and forth for any signs that life still clung to any of them but all faces were frozen with expressions of fear and wide, lifeless eyes. With the state these victims were in, if any were found still alive, she feared nothing she'd learned in her studies could help stop or reverse the damage done.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 3, 2019 10:33:19 GMT -8
*** Rumplestiltskin enters from Queen Regina's Kingdom - Dark Castle - Great Hall ***
All the while, Rumplestiltskin had been silently watching the show from above, sitting on a lower mast. He might have been the one who had unleashed the beast yet it was the beast itself who had dug its claws and teeth into these men throats with no mercy. And where dread and fright, or rather something like empathy, should have been seen on the watcher's face, there had been nothing but rapture and satisfaction. Sure, these men had done no harm to Rumple, but to him, they also had been no more than petty obstacles in Henrietta's task of getting something of high importance for him.
Rumplestiltskin was waiting just some more minutes longer in which he allowed his pawn to process what just had happened.
Then eventually, the noise of the clapping of hands broke into the deathly silence, followed by a joyful giggle. "Congratulations, dearie!", the high-pitched voice of the Dark One echoed through the sharp atmosphere of misery and death. "There's no one left."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 27, 2019 11:36:49 GMT -8
Etta lost her battle with the tears and they began to flow, gratefully blurring her vision of the carnage surrounding her. She felt herself spiraling into grief such as she'd never known, deeper than the grief she'd experienced from her own personal loss of Gerhardt and Killian. The lives of all these men, so brutally taken, pained her heart immensely. Families and loved ones unfairly robbed of fathers, brothers, sons, friends. When they learned the horrifying way in which their loved ones' lives had ended, it would only break their hearts further.
The sound of clapping, sharp and grotesquely out of place in the deathly silence pulled Etta from her pained thoughts. She angrily swiped the tears from her face then faced the person who made her wish she'd been burned at that pyre back in her own world.
"Congratulations, dearie!" "There's no one left."
He'd done something nobody had managed to do. He'd broken her. The horrid beast's joy further pushed her to the edge of her emotional limits. Etta grabbed a discarded pistol near her feet and aimed it at the Dark One. "You're a monster," she bit out angrily, pushing blame at him in her desperation to keep from falling apart.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 27, 2019 12:20:04 GMT -8
With a rather unfazed expression on his face, Rumplestiltskin watched Henrietta as she grabbed at the pistol near her feet, aiming it at him.
"You're a monster,"
"Why, thank you!" Once again a giggle left his lips before he jumped down from the mast he had been still sitting on. With a sly grin, he slowly walked up to her, making no move to stop his steps although she aimed a weapon at him. A weapon that wasn't able to kill him anyway.
"But with due respect, dearie...", the Dark One added as soon as no more than a few meters were between them. "It wasn't me who just killed all these men by brutally tearing their throats to shreds.", he stated with underlining body language. "Quite a show, by the way." And yet another giggle.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 4, 2019 21:05:19 GMT -8
"Why, thank you!"
Of course his twisted mind would take it as a compliment. Etta looked at him with disgust, the pistol in her trembling hand following his jump from the mast to the deck. Her alter ego had no qualm brutally and joyfully slaying innocent people but here she was, holding a pistol on a monster without a care for the lives of all the people he'd set Hyde on and she couldn't get herself to pull the trigger. By the way he preened about, she had the feeling the weapon would be useless on him anyway.
"But with due respect, dearie...", "It wasn't me who just killed all these men by brutally tearing their throats to shreds."
The truth of his statement had Etta paling. His last comment was like an echo in the distance as facts began to come together, bringing realization to Etta. The Dark One may have dropped her in the middle of all these innocent people but these men would still be alive if she, herself, wasn't also a monster.
"You're right," she said her voice soft, distracted. As long as she was around, there was the risk of more innocent lives being taken. "I'm the monster." Clarity rang in her voice. The pistol no longer shook as she changed her target. Etta's eyes closed in surrender to her decision with the feeling of the cold metal touching her temple. She never thought the notion of taking her own life would be so easy. Easier still with the reminder that there was nothing holding her here. She'd lost everything she'd loved.
Her finger began squeezing the trigger.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 24, 2019 15:35:55 GMT -8
Rumplestiltskin watched her face going pale as some wheels seemed to turn in her head. Oh, she wouldn't. Or would she? A grin of amusement spread over his features when suddenly the pistol in Henrietta's hands got turned. So, she would. But that didn't mean he would let her. He had plans, and he surely wouldn't allow something stupid like remorse getting in his way.
"You're right,""I'm the monster."
And in the last nick of time, the trigger that had actually been close to getting squeezed simply disappeared into thin air all of a sudden.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous.", Rumple said, his hands still resting in the waving position with which he had charmed away the pistol. "You're services are still needed. We had a deal, remember? There's no way cheating the Dark One out of a deal."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 24, 2019 16:37:07 GMT -8
No longer a trigger beneath it, Etta's finger pulled back on air. Baffled, she opened her eyes and stared at her empty hand, then glared at him for suggesting that she still owed him. "I've gone far beyond anything I'd ever do for any deal," she said, her voice shaking in anger. Etta simply took a few steps and stooped down for another pistol, defiantly raising it to her temple once again. This time, even easier than the previous. "Our deal is off." And once again, she began to squeeze the trigger, glaring at him this time rather than closing her eyes.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Aug 25, 2019 1:18:00 GMT -8
Maui had lost count of just how long he had been stuck on the island, sure he had keepen track with marking the passing of day to day but after so long actually counting just seemed pointless. Today was just another day in paradise. Maui sighed as he moved around his small island as he still longed for adventure. If he didn't get off the island soon there would be no islands left to fish from the seas, beasts to slay, things to create and the mortals would turn elswhere to get what they need.
The mini Maui on his chest begun to move around rapidly jumping from limb to limb, front to back trying to get his attention.
"What, we've been over this there is just sea." Maui pointed and turned "Sea!" Pointed and turned again. "Sea!" Again pointing and turning. "And more boat." Maui begun to turn again only focusing on the word if reflection. "A boat!" Maui climbed up on a large rock to get a better view. "Little buddy it's a boat, you see it too right?" The mini Maui nodded furiously and gave him a thumbs up.
"Now how do we get them to pick us up?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 21, 2019 7:39:22 GMT -8
"I've gone far beyond anything I'd ever do for any deal,"
Oh, she had no idea how far he would make her go. "Not every deal is equal.", Rumplestiltskin responded matter-of-factly. It was not that she had asked for a potion to poison her husband or something, but instead, he had saved both her father's and her own life. He could easily undo it. That was if he wouldn't feel confident already that she will be doing everything he wanted her to do. A devilish grin appeared on his lips, widening even when Henrietta stooped down for another pistol.
"Our deal is off."
And yet again the pistol and so her chance to take her fate in her own hands just puffed out into thin air. Rumplestiltskin giggled in amusement. "I can do that all day long, dearie." Then he took a few steps closer in her direction and with only one move of his hand let every other weapon around disappear to nowhere as well. "But let's speed this up a little."
By taking advantage of her emotional state of shock, Rumplestiltskin had been able to close the distance between them in no time, until he was finally standing right in front of her. How should she have known what that sudden evil grin of his did portend before it was too late? And so, without any difficulty, the Dark One clutched at Henrietta's chest to reach for her heart, only to hold it in his hands just a moment later. He uttered a tone of rapture as he had a look down at it. "Interesting..."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 5, 2019 16:07:55 GMT -8
"I can do that all day long, dearie."
Etta glared her frustration as she lowered her empty hand. "You won't always be around," she said with promise that she would get the job done as soon as he wasn't.
"But let's speed this up a little."
He started to close the distance and the urge to run was gnawing at her instincts. She ignored it. If he wanted to put an end to her on his own, then so be it. At least she wouldn't be able to hurt any more people.
Etta stood her ground, keeping her head held high, determined to go out of this world with thoughts of only the good drowning out the blood stained boards beneath her feet. She didn't flinch when he hand raised, assuming he was going for his throat. Then suddenly, a searing pain in her chest had the look of shock coming across her face. With a choked gasp, her head fell to take in what he'd done. His hand was inside her chest. Passed her rib cage. She could feel the squeeze around her heart and with realization of what he intended, she watched in horrified silence as he ripped her beating heart right from her chest.
Etta had assumed that his intention was to speed up her death and to be sure that it was by his own hands. She knew he was a monster but to rip someone's heart from their body so it would be the last thing they saw was something straight out of a Penny Dreadful novella. She waited for the last breath to escape her. To see her heart in his hands beat its final beat. But her breaths kept coming, her heart kept beating with an otherworldly glow, and the pain in her chest eased. Her hand went over the now hollow place within her chest. "What--?" She couldn't even put together a way to inquire about what she was witnessing. How she was standing there, no blood on herself, yet alive and breathing with her heart outside her body.
"Interesting..."
She was struck speechless at witnessing yet another event that defied the laws of science. Etta couldn't deny that that same word flitted across her scientific brain. Clearly it wasn't the fact that he was holding her heart in his hands. He was reacting as if this was a normal occurrence for him. "How--? I don't--" But then she saw what had captured his interest. Her heart outside her body was horrifying, the red glow of it odd, but it was the black mist, about the size of a cherry tomato, that hovered inside it that worried her. "How is this possible? What is that spot?" Spots on the heart, she'd read about, but one that moved within the heart, it was unlike anything she'd read in any medical journal.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 5, 2019 16:51:42 GMT -8
Still in kind of a childish rapture, Rumplestiltskin ignored her stammered words about how this was possible, and instead kept watching what he had never seen before in any of the hearts he had ripped out during his whole life - and that was a long life already just as a lot of hearts. The black spot in the center of it, something he had seen a lot of times before, was actually moving.
"How is this possible? What is that spot?"
"It's darkness, dearie.", Rumple answered, his gaze still aimed at her heart. "Isn't it beautiful?" He giggled mockingly, although he seemed to be very serious about it indeed. Then he reached his hand, the pulsing heart within, out to Henrietta. Even if she'd have the ability to replace her heart into her chest, Rumplestiltskin was sure that she was still too deep into a state of shock to even try. And what she didn't know as well, was that one who held a heart could use it to have the other fully under control. "And in your case... the darkness, growing out of evil deeds, comes with a name even." He knew Henrietta's mind was keen enough to put one and one together.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 6, 2019 17:11:34 GMT -8
"It's darkness, dearie."
A horrified look came over her face. "Darkness?" she quietly echoed.
"Isn't it beautiful?" "And in your case... the darkness, growing out of evil deeds, comes with a name even."
He held the heart out to her but Etta didn't dare touch it. She still couldn't believe she was looking at her own heart. The dark spot upset her, though she was disturbed that it wasn't affecting her as much as it should. She felt she was somehow incapable of fully feeling the effect. Only her mind comprehended the wrongness of it, but the feelings were dulled, bouncing around aimlessly in a hollow within, unable to find the place they needed to go. As if she were... heartless.
Finally able to gain comprehension in that regard, her brain caught up to his last comment and gained yet another. The darkness comes with a name. Hyde. She looked around at the bodies and again, realized she was not feeling as she was before. As she should be. Mentally, she saw and knew the wrongness of it. But she didn't feel it. The regret and pain, all the guilt that had been eating at her, making her emotions raw, her heart heavy, her stomach turn, they were gone. As light as she felt, having that burden removed, it was somehow worse. She deserved to feel every ounce of that burden.
Anger flickered in her eyes as they went from her heart to his face. "Put it back," she demanded through gritted teeth.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 26, 2019 11:25:54 GMT -8
Another giggle left his lips as he watched her looking at the bloody battlefield surrounding them. "Quite so, deary. We're all spinning our own fate." Rumplestiltskin loved to talk in riddles and metaphors, although this time the situation was rather obvious than cryptically.
"Put it back,"
"Aw, you sure?", he asked playfully, then motioned around. "You're scared because now you don't sense this pesky feeling of regret and disgust anymore, aren't you? But..." He came closer as he went on in an almost whispering tone. "Isn't it kind of ridding?"
Of course, Rumplestiltskin had never ripped out his own heart to release himself of feelings of that sort. Becoming the Dark One had done that job for him because a heart that was soaked in darkness was never regretful. Or, at least, it wasn't so recognizably. Rumplestiltskin actually never felt the slightest urge to check on his own heart anyway, for, at some point, after Bae was gone, he had started to welcome the darkness with open arms. It was just so very useful; opening doors to him that would remain locked up for one with a pure heart.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 9, 2019 22:55:11 GMT -8
It was, but she would never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Relief as it was to have the burden removed and to not have it eat at her emotionally, the wrongness of it still ate at her mentally.
"It isn't right," she bit out angrily. The sudden realization that it wasn't only the burden of this massacre she could no longer feel, Etta thought of her father, of Gerhardt and Killian. Of the happy times, the exhilarating feelings of joy and love and laughter. But like the painfulness of what she'd done here, only the mental memory of what those things had felt like remained while the actual feelings and emotions fell dull upon finding no purchase within the hallow of her chest. The full extent of what the Dark One had taken from her made her quietly gasp as her hand went to the place where her heart should be. "Put it back," she demanded once again. Knowing he most likely wouldn't, Etta took a step forward and made an attempt to take her heart from his hands. "Give it to me."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 19, 2019 10:41:59 GMT -8
Rumplestiltskin could see something like consent in her eyes yet knew she would never admit. And so, instead, she rattled on with a statement that he had heard more than only one time before so that he wasn't able to suppress his annoyance about it even if he would have wanted to try.
"It isn't right,"
"It isn't right.", he repeated rather in a whispered chant to himself, while Henrietta seemed to be busy with her own mind for a moment. Deep down, Rumple had hoped that she would have reacted differently from all the others. But then again, he had been disappointed a lot of times before when it came to this.
"Put it back," Rumplestiltskin grinned, then almost even more amused watched her stepping forward to reach out for it herself. "Give it to me."
"Fair enough." The grin widened as suddenly a small chest appeared in his other hand as if out of nowhere, which actually was the case. "I'll give it to you. It comes with a neat packing even." The Dark One exhaled one of his famous giggles as he made Henrietta's heart disappear into the chest without even physically putting it inside, the quiet clicking noise of a closing lock finishing his move. "Here you are."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 13, 2019 15:53:23 GMT -8
The appearance of a chest out of thin air grabbed her attention. The couple of seconds distracting her long enough to have missed grabbing hold of her of heart before it vanished into the chest he now held out to her.
Unsure what he was up to now, but knowing he definitely had devised some other way to make her life more difficult, Etta hesitantly took the chest from his hands. She could feel the vibration of her beating heart within and still was having trouble processing something that was so completely impossible. To be able to stand here, alive and well, as if nothing but her emotions had been affected. She carefully turned the chest in her hands, examining it. An ornate lock in the shape of an intricately designed heart sat cold and unfeeling, much like she felt right now in her separation from what was within.
Etta took a moment to think rationally. Defiance due to losing her temper had led to this. He was punishing her. Trying to fight a creature with powers beyond the realms of science was a losing battle. She swallowed down her anger before looking back at him. "Where is the key? What must I do to obtain it?" she asked with calm acceptance. Did she have to find it? Or did he have it and she had to earn it back? What was his game?
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 15, 2019 13:08:16 GMT -8
Not even was it that Rumple simply couldn't help to show off a gleeful smile at the sight of Henrietta receiving the chest with her own vibrating heart in it, but this was like going straight on top ten of his most joyful tricks. Well, maybe top twenty - he had done some great shit already.
While Henrietta seemed to need some more moments with her heart, Rumplestiltskin hummed a quiet melody as he waited.
"Where is the key? What must I do to obtain it?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask.", he replied with a giggle before going on a little bit more serious. "Remember our little conversation about the Black Pearl and the things I need you to get for me? I'm sure you do.", he added right away with a wave of his hand to force the pace a little bit. "You can have your silly little emotions back once you'll have returned with them. By the way," Rumple said as he gestured over the dead bodies around them. "I just built up a reputation for you, dearie. How about a thank you?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 16, 2019 0:11:07 GMT -8
He'd caused her to massacre an entire ship of innocent people and he was expecting a 'thank you'? To hell with trying to be docile and subservient. Etta didn't bother acknowledging the second half of his prattle with more than a good glare before reigning herself back in with the reminder that in the end, she would win. She would just have to bide her time and wait for him to leave. Then she would simply pick up another pistol and finish what he'd stopped her from trying to do twice already. No Etta, no Hyde, no monstrous, massacring puppet at the Dark One's mercy.
In the mean time, she would let him believe she intended to carry out the tasks he'd set forth for her. "Get the Black Pearl, lure its previous owner, use his compass to find Pandora's Box, return to you with the compass and Pandora's Box, get my 'silly emotions' back." She ticked each one off on her fingers, using air quotes on the emotions part all while sounding bored as if listing menial tasks. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to be on my way and get this over with."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 12, 2020 5:00:03 GMT -8
Rumple gave her a skeptical look before once again the glee came back to his features. He smiled at her as all of a sudden Henrietta's heart reappeared in his hand without the need to use any key. His magic, his rules.
"Maybe I should mention...," he said in a whispered tone as he gave the heart a squeeze, knowing that it would cause immediate pain to the owner's empty chest. "Emotions might no longer be a part of you, but your heart still is. As long as it's pounding somewhere." With complacency Rumplestiltskin let the heart disappear back into the chest.
"So, don't waste both our time trying to shoot yourself again please.", he said rather annoyed all of a sudden. As much fun as this was, he had other things to do. He had only some last words for her before he would leave her to finally fulfill this task.
"The Black Pearl is at Isla De Muerta." And then he literally went poof.
*** Rumplestiltskin leaves ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 26, 2020 0:23:36 GMT -8
Her heart reappeared in his hand and Etta had just begun reaching for it when his scaly fingers squeezed it. Suddenly, an excruciating pain the likes of which she'd never come anywhere near to experiencing gripped her in the very spot her heart had once been. The currently empty box fell from her grasp and clattered to the deck, one hand flying to her chest as the pain tore through it while her other hand gripped the ship's rail to keep from keeling over.
He spoke to her. She heard his words but could barely comprehend through the pain. All she could do was wish for the sweet relief of death. His grip released and her heart disappeared back into the chest near her feet. Etta collapsed against the rail and glared at him while he delivered his request she not attempt to shoot herself, having the gall to sound annoyed by the thought.
With one last revelation on the whereabouts of the Black Pearl tossed out, he vanished. Etta finally gave up the illusion of remaining strong and let herself slide down the ship railing. While she waited for her breathing to normalize, she stared off and recalled the words she'd heard, attempting the comprehension part now that she could think.
'As long as it's pounding somewhere.'
He'd been speaking about her heart. Something about it still being a part of her despite it being separated from her. And the part about not wasting her time trying to shoot herself again? It all suddenly sorted itself out in her head and clicked into place. Etta looked at the chest beside her which held her heart. She leaned over and dragged it closer then picked it up and wrapped her arms around it, holding it close to where it was supposed to be. He was claiming that as long as her heart beat, she couldn't die? What would happen, then, if she did shoot herself? Would it leave her still alive but with her head in a bloody, gory mess?
Etta shuttered at the thought. Whether he'd told the truth or not, it was not worth testing with that kind of result at risk. Etta held the chest out and examined it. As long as it kept beating... New goal: Get her heart out of the chest. She turned it in her hands and began studying it.
*****
It had been useless. The small hole in the center of the intricate heart lock looked as if it fit a key unlike she's ever seen. She'd attempted to pick it with a hair pin but the pin broke. Next had been a small dagger that lay discarded on the deck. It, too, broke. A blade any bigger would not fit into the tiny keyhole. There were no discernable seams showing where the box opened in which to attempt to pry the bloody thing open with the side of a blade. Blunt force had jostled her heart within hard enough to knock the wind out of her but hadn't put a dent or even a mark on the chest.
For now, she was out of ideas. She needed to think further on it, but even without emotions, found it difficult to do so when surrounded by so much death. On the way to the row boat secured to the other side of the ship, Etta paused at a morbid scene she hadn't noticed until now. Written in large bloody letters near one of the bodies were the words 'CAPTAIN HENRY'. As if the poor man had used his last breath to warn others of what had happened here. But she knew it hadn't been written by that man. She knew because Hyde hadn't left any alive long enough to have written a single letter, let alone a name they hadn't even been given in the first place.
It was all the handy work of the Dark One. His way of making a reputation for her. But how would this accomplish that when she was out in the middle of nowhere? She had no other boat at her disposal. Was she expected to sail this one on her own while keeping the blood and gore intact? She looked around, trying to figure what other option there was. 'No way in hell,' she said to herself.
Etta lowered one of the rowboats and climbed down. She carefully placed the chest between her feet and began rowing herself away from the carnage toward the small island, the only spot of land in sight.
Boat bottom hitting sand, Etta jumped over the side and treaded the nearly knee high water, dragging the boat along with her. With a couple heaving pulls, she got the boat up on land and away from the danger of the tide taking it. She retrieved the chest and settled on the sand beside the boat, facing the sun to use its rays to dry her clothes. Despite the ache in her arms from the lengthy row, Etta hugged the little treasure chest to herself and stared out at the ship that looked so deceptively peaceful and welcoming when viewed from a tiny piece of land in the middle of nowhere.
With a flash, the ship in the distance disappeared. She blinked at the spot, thinking perhaps the sun had reflected off a wave that had temporarily blinded her. But no, it was gone. Appearing in waters far from here, in the middle of commonly traveled routes where it and the horrific scene aboard it would soon be discovered and the reputation of the bloody name of Captain Henry would spread quickly amongst the sea fairing population, just as the Dark One had boasted.
But Etta hadn't been informed of all that. All she knew was what she saw. The ship had vanished and as she continued to blink at the spot where it had vanished from, a smaller ship, more manageable by a single person, appeared in its place.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Feb 3, 2020 2:01:25 GMT -8
Maui felt the sand squeeze between his toes as he made his way along the beach, the boat he had previously seen on the hoirzon had now changed or atleast he assumed he had changed not that he cared a way off this island is a way off. The next problem of course was getting to the boat, any time he had tried to swim off it the currents lead him right back to it even after a two days of swimming in what he thought was a straight line.
"A boat!" Maui yelled excitedly not caring there was no one else on the island who could possibly have heard him. "The gods have given me a boat!" Maui rushed over to the small row boat which had been left on the shore and picked it up with little effort. "I can finally get my hook back, magic hook and magic powers here I come."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 29, 2020 9:44:20 GMT -8
If Etta hadn't been so overwhelmed already with all that had occurred today, the surprise of finding she was not alone on the tiny island may have registered as more than just a mild raising of her brows.
She watched the burly man covered in tattoos pick up her rowboat with less effort than it took her to pick up one of its oars and listened to his excited words spoken out loud to himself, taking special notice of his mention of magic. Apparently, he hadn't noticed her, quietly slunk down in the sand several paces away from shore.
Her voice, quiet, defeated, and holding little emotion was very much opposite to his enthusiasm. "I assure you, I am no god." No, she was a monster of the worst kind. "The boat and that ship," she nodded out to sea, "are intended for me. I think it would be unwise if you were to board either. At least not without my accompanying you." Her tone indicated a warning rather than a threat.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Mar 8, 2020 1:12:18 GMT -8
"I assure you, I am no god.""The boat and that ship,""are intended for me. I think it would be unwise if you were to board either. At least not without my accompanying you."
Maui let out a loud shrill scream in surprise as a voice tried to correct his statement and ultimately caused him to drop the boat. After identifying the source of the voice Maui laughed off his previous screamed and stood tall.
"I know you are no god, I have met many of them before and I do recognize a human when I see one. I haven't been stuck here for that long... have I?" Maui said the last part to the mini Maui tattooed on his chest who lifted his hands and begun counting the days on inky fingers in response. Or at least until with a quick pump of his pec threw the tattoo off causing it to restart the count.
"You are clearly a fan come to this Island to meet me and Maui always has time for his fans."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 14, 2020 21:15:39 GMT -8
Still numb from what she'd done or from having her heart removed, or perhaps both, Etta remained relatively unphased by the goings-on. Magic did still intrigue her though. Despite having been exposed to it during all her time with the Dark One, it was something that would most likely always intrigue a person of science. So she did watch with fascination as the ink on his flesh came to life.
"You are clearly a fan come to this Island to meet me and Maui always has time for his fans."
"I did not expect to find anyone on this little piece of land," she confessed. Conversation was kicking her back into life. Etta carefully placed the intricate chest with her heart onto the sand and moved toward the shore. She squatted at the water's edge and began scrubbing at the dried blood on her hands. "And I'm sorry, but I've never heard of a 'Maui'," she added, unsure with his switch between first person and third person if he was referring to himself or someone else who he supposed had fans.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Mar 28, 2020 1:16:41 GMT -8
"And I'm sorry, but I've never heard of a 'Maui',"
"Um, yeah it almost sounds like you don't know who I am which is impossible because every mortal knows who I am. I, Maui, Demi God of the wind and sea, hero of men..." Maui cinged a little as he said "...and woman, hero to all it's not like a guy/girl thing ya know. Maui is a hero to all. I have ventured through Lalotai, the realm of monsters and claimed the leg of Tamatoa. Maui who lassoed the sun, harnessed the breeze, stole fire from the underworld and fished up the very lands of this world, you're welcome by the way."
Maui looked at the chest she placed on the ground while she cleaned herself up with the sea.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 5, 2020 12:47:27 GMT -8
So he was this Maui he gushed about. He had also clearly gone delirious. How long had the poor man been stuck here, she wondered.
Luckily, most of her clothing was red and black so the blood did not show overmuch but she still didn't want it to set. Etta reached two fingers into the neckline of her bodice near her shoulder blade and pulled a neatly folded handkerchief free. She shook it out of its folds and soaked it in sea water, starting to first scrub at stains on the white of the blouse that showed outside of the hems of her red bodice, listening then speaking as she continued scrubbing. "Terribly sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never heard of you or a place called Lalotai or that Tama-whoever fellow you claimed the leg of." She dipped the once white handkerchief in the sea water and rung it out, watching the light red water drip away from the now red-tinged cloth. "But I'm not of this land. Or world." She tried to recall the term and realized Maui had used it. "Realm, as I believe you and others who know of them have referred to them as."
Back still to him, she got to her feet and started scrubbing at blood less noticeable on her black pants. "There's no such thing as gods in my realm. Only men--and women," she clarified as Maui had, since not just Viktor but also herself had done so, "who play at god."
Hoping she hadn't pushed him further into madness, she finally angled herself more toward him to catch a glimpse of his reaction and froze when she saw him eyeing the little treasure chest. He was closer to it than she was at the moment. Etta wanted to shout at him to not touch it but feared doing so might give the impression it held value to anyone else but herself and therefore, might push him to do exactly what she'd commanded he not.
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