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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 11, 2016 8:07:30 GMT -8
**Rumplestiltskin appears from Dark Castle - Great Hall**
It didn't take long for Rumplestiltskin to figure out that something was wrong. Belle wasn't where he has left her. For one little moment he even thought to see something in the air outside the castle. Something... blue? No, he probably just was a little tired from all the annoyances of the day. "Belle?", Rumple yet called out for his housekeeper. "Belle!"
Once he reached the area outside the castle's walls, he heard someone hard breathing. He recognized that someone immediately. "Hello dearie.", Rumple greeted her, sounding not in his usual enthusiastic way. He was annoyed. He was angry. He even didn't know actually why. Just as he walked around Henrietta's somehow slumped body, he realized, that something was definetely wrong. She was hurt. Blood was covering the ground next to her. Wordless Rumple lift her chin to see, if she was conscious or not. At least her eyes were closed. "Dearie?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 28, 2016 12:44:50 GMT -8
"Dearie?"
A voice intruded her haze, pulling her from it. She grimaced as the pain came back with consciousness and opened her eyes to an annoyed, scaly face. Henrietta reached down and with a groan of pain, removed the dagger, careful to pull it free without causing more damage. She let the bloodied dagger drop to the grass beside her and jerkily managed a sitting position, eliciting another grunt of pain. She applied pressure to her wound with her hand and took in the amount of blood on the ground and soaking the side of her clothes. As intended, she'd avoided any major arteries.
"I'll live," she said hoarsely without offering any other information. Her tone had been dry and emotionless as if that fact didn't matter much and she'd only spared him only a brief glance before putting her concentration back on her wound. "I'll need a needle and thread. Some alcohol."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 1, 2016 1:45:55 GMT -8
Rumple stood still the entire time Henrietta was pulling herself from her near unconsciousness, his hands folded and his eyes looking downward at his student progressing towards completion. Despite her wound she hadn't become Hyde. At least not as long as Rumple didn't want her to become.
"I'll live,", she finally spoke up, after she has managed to get herself in a sitting position. Rumple didn't move even one finger to help, nor did he react at her message. "I'll need a needle and thread. Some alcohol."
"Oh no problem, dearie.", Rumple suddenly exclaimed with a high-pitched voice and wild gesture. "I just have to call Belle. BELLE!", he almost theatrically acted as if he would call her actually. "Oh wait!", he turned back to Henrietta with a false smile. "I forgot I can't, as unfortunately... she... isn't.. here!" Rumplestiltskin fixated the wounded woman on the ground. "Any idea why is that so?" It was no accusation. Or was it? Rumple couldn't know what happened. Or could he? His face was like stone, not letting her know what he knew and what not, only waiting for an answer, without caring that she was seriously wounded.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 1, 2016 19:00:49 GMT -8
"Oh no problem, dearie." "I just have to call Belle. BELLE!", "Oh wait!" "I forgot I can't, as unfortunately... she... isn't.. here!"
Etta flinched at his tone, though it could have been attributed to the pressure she was applying to her wound. She was starting to feel woozy. The vulnerability of being injured coupled with the threat of the Dark One looming over her had Hyde stirring deep within but the monster remained there. There was not a real threat--at least not yet--but even if Etta lost control, the Dark One would simply contain the monster.
"Any idea why is that so?"
"By all means, let's have a discussion whilst I bleed out," she said dryly through gritted teeth. Etta took a breath to calm herself and regained control of her temper, then continued in a calmer tone. "Look, I can either tell you as much as I can before I lose consciousness again or I can mend my wound and tell you the whole of it."
She spoke the truth but at the same time, was buying Killian and his crew as much time as she could.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 2, 2016 2:33:32 GMT -8
"By all means, let's have a discussion whilst I bleed out,"
Rumplestiltskin rolled his eyes. He was no doctor or something, but as long as she was able to speak sarcastically and not let Hyde taking the control over her, she was far away from bleeding out, wasn't she?
"Look, I can either tell you as much as I can before I lose consciousness again or I can mend my wound and tell you the whole of it."
She had barely gotten the last word out, as Rumple raised one hand in an annoyed way and had to use only a spark of his magic to let the wound between her ribs completely disappear. "Just to hasten the matter a bit.", he explained his doing. "Now tell me what has happened here." His crocodile eyes were fixating her in rage. Something strange was going on around his walls and it seemed that he was the only one who was left in limbo.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 2, 2016 9:00:37 GMT -8
"Just to hasten the matter a bit.", "Now tell me what has happened here."
The stinging was gone. Etta slowly removed her hand and looked at the spot where the wound had been. Besides the blood staining her hand and the area around the wound, there was no evidence that it had existed.
Ignoring his question and his rage with her own ire flared, she quickly got to her feet. "That was not fair!" she said angrily. "I did not ask for that. You cannot add that to the debt I owe you."
Etta rarely brought up the terms of her debt as she hadn't thought much about her future but suddenly, it mattered to her that she not add to it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 2, 2016 13:24:25 GMT -8
"That was not fair!""I did not ask for that. You cannot add that to the debt I owe you."
What? For one little moment an irritated look was laying on Rumplestiltskin's face, before he remembered himself what kind of a pighead he was talking to. "You prefer me to undo it?", he asked, while raising his hand another time, just to let it pause in the air like a threat. "I suppose..."
The Dark One suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes fixating something in the grass next to Henrietta. His raised hand slowly lowered, while his other reached out for the object, a blood-soaked dagger. First a grin appeared on his lips, holding up the dagger in Henrietta's direction... until he noticed the engraving, which became readable in the light of the moon. Milah.
"Where did you get that?", he asked, his eyes still fixating the known name on the dagger's blade. The name, which gave him a little stab right into the black heart, which once had belong to an ordinary man. A man, which was too cowardly to safe his wife. Deep inside he already knew the answer to his question.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 2, 2016 13:52:33 GMT -8
"You prefer me to undo it?", "I suppose..."
She actually contemplated the question, tempted to say yes. Before she could respond, she saw that he hadn't stopped speaking because he was waiting for an answer but because his attention was drawn to the dagger. She watched his face, saw the recognition and her anger immediately dissipated. She'd lost her temper with him and she couldn't remember ever having done that. It had thrown her off balance and off her game.
"Where did you get that?"
Sobered, Etta realized it was time to start giving up some information. She looked at the dagger and shrugged as if the thing were unimportant and no more than a simple dagger. "One of the men who took your housekeeper stabbed me with it."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 2, 2016 14:27:54 GMT -8
Rage was boiling inside the Dark One, while he watched Henrietta obviously stringing him along with informations. Just as he was going to hasten things one more time, she raised her voice.
"One of the men who took your housekeeper stabbed me with it."
Rumplestiltskin exactly knew what man they were talking about. Deep frown wrinkles appeared on his face and it took some more moments for him to turn his eyes away from the dagger and instead in his student's direction. "And what made you take so long to tell me?" He came closer to her, his crocodile eyes gleaming threateningly in the moonlight. "You wouldn't want someone harming an innocent woman, would you?" He was pretty sure the pirate wouldn't either, remembering his shocked expression, when Rumple had ripped out Milah's heart right in front of his eyes. Rumple exactly knew what the pirate wanted instead. Revenge. "I suggest you taking her place, while I'm going to get back my staff." A grin was formed between the rage for a moment.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 20, 2016 13:55:21 GMT -8
"And what made you take so long to tell me?"
She was going to retort that it was because she'd been busy dying but the threatening gleam in his big eyes made her hold her tongue.
"You wouldn't want someone harming an innocent woman, would you?" "I suggest you taking her place, while I'm going to get back my staff."
Etta contemplated for a quick moment. Keeping herself locked away as a housekeeper didn't scare her. It was better than going out a mission where she could end up hurting people. She wouldn't end up on the Black Pearl where she and Killian could find each other again but this wasn't about her. This was about that woman's freedom and what the Dark One might do to Killian and his crew.
"Isn't that what they want? For you to go after them? If anything, confronting them will be what puts her in the middle of danger. But if you don't show up, they'll probably just let her go. After all, she's just a housekeeper." Etta shrugged away any idea of his suggestion being a threat. "I have no problem taking her place."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 18, 2016 4:37:54 GMT -8
"Isn't that what they want? For you to go after them? If anything, confronting them will be what puts her in the middle of danger. But if you don't show up, they'll probably just let her go. After all, she's just a housekeeper."
"Oh, I see! You think this is about the girl!" Rumplestiltskin made a theatrical gesture with his hands. "It's not.", he continued quieter and sounding more threatful. "This is all about revenge..." An evil grin appeared on the Dark One's lips, while he imagined himself killing the pirate. The man who once treated him like a fool, though that was hundreds of years ago. For one moment Rumple wondered how this was able. He wondered about the way Killian could have survived a normal human life. But never mind anyway. His life will end pretty soon. Rumple let out a short joyful giggle, before he turned his attention back to Henrietta.
"I have no problem taking her place."
"Is that so?", Rumple asked, letting his voice sound as impish as it could. "Well, then you probably also have no problem with looking more proper." And with these words one of his hands waved through the air and just one second later Henrietta had to find herself in a very traditional looking dress of a housekeeper. "I suggest you to start the work, dearie. The castle doesn't clean itself."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 30, 2016 19:37:30 GMT -8
Etta glanced down, holding out the skirts of the dress she now found herself in. A traditional housekeeper's uniform. The apron's a little much, she thought wryly. She reached up to pat at her now pinned-up hair and felt a little cap also in place. She would have snorted with amusement if she hadn't just spent the last several minutes riling the man into a rage. He certainly knew how to drive his point home. Etta managed to hold her tongue but couldn't resist a bobbing curtsy to the master of the household before heading for the deserted clotheslines to continue where Belle had left off.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 27, 2017 14:11:54 GMT -8
A little bit cross Rumplestiltskin watched Henrietta's exaggerated curtsy and let her walk toward the castle. For a moment he actual thought about letting the inside of the castle appear like an absolute mess only to teach her a lesson, but then he reminded himself that Belle was in the hands of that dirty pirate. She needed his help... uh, he needed to bring back his staff. Anyway! There was a pirate about to lose his other hand.
**The Dark One left for searching Hook and his crew**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 28, 2017 17:34:12 GMT -8
With a worried expression, Etta looked at the spot where the Dark One had vanished from. She rubbed the still aching spot where she'd stabbed the knife in. Even though it had healed, it still pained her. She hoped... she really, really hoped that she'd bought Killian, his crew, and Belle enough time to get far enough away to make it difficult or preferably impossible for the Dark One to find them.
Etta removed the silly maid cap and stuffed it into her apron pocket, then proceeded to keep her mind busy with chores as she began her tortuous wait to find out the outcome.
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