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Ember

Just as she thought the night couldn't get any better, Gaston turned round the corner with his handsome angelic smile. Ember wasn't sure at first if he was just a figment of her imagination, but the click of James' gun assured her otherwise. She simply giggled and twirled dancing circles around them both.

"Royalty." She twirled herself to just behind James and raised herself on her tippy toes to whisper softly into his ear. "Think of the possibilities, the death of royalty at our hands. It's our chance to show this world what we're capable of." She then moved to his other ear, a manipulative grin curling on her face. "Our chance to show them what happens when they dare to forget us and leave us to the darkness." James was fun to play with, her own personal play toy. "We were important once." She backed off slightly and walked over to the kitchen counter and hopped a seat, bringing a knee to her chest. "Let us hear what he has to say?" Green eyes flashed innocently and pleading with him.

Gaston

He had to hold back the laughter that urged to crack through his smile, Hook's reaction to him priceless. He didn't flinch or waiver with the gun in his face, actually, it only fed is ego. Ember pranced around like the loon she truly was, and as crazy as the wench was, she did have her usefulness.

"Hook, always a pleasure. And lucky for us, you wont have to jump into any croc infested waters. I'm only your humble messenger, it'll actually be the sweet Maleficent you'll be working with." The adjective he chose to describe his meal ticket was of course, dripping with sarcasm. He had to pause a moment to let the fact sink in, the fact that Maleficent was truly alive. He slowly began to pace the room.

"Now that she is back to her lovely self," He turned to Hook with a wink and a lowered voice. "Actually, quite improved, between us." Of course, he was referring to her new appearance. Even her dragon form was more impressive than the ghostly gaunt figure of a woman she once was.

"Anyway, she wishes to exact her revenge on the Feather Brooke Kingdom, more importantly Aurora and Phillip. This is where you come in, my dear." He pointed to the nutty once upon a time queen who eyed him up and down. "She needs your manipulating expertise. There's a protection spell on the land, permitting her from entering. Either one of them needs to usher the words of an invite for Maleficent."

The fiery red head furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to speak, but Gaston was one step a head of her. "Maleficent wants them both to suffer, but Aurora may fall at your hands, as long as she falls, slowly. Prince Phillip on the other hand, he's all Malifecent's." He rested his back on the wall. "So what say you?"