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Dumaine LeRoux

Shadowman

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, as played by mombie

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§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . Shadow Man, Voodoo Man

§ . g e n d e r . male

§ . a g e . appears 25

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . heterosexual

§ . o r i g i n . new orleans, louisiana (Realm of Enchantment)

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . single

§ . m e m o r i e s . doctor facilier (voodoo man from 'princess & the frog')

§ . o c c u p a t i o n . tax manager, owns Dumaine's Tax Center



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§ . e y e s . dark espresso

§ . h a i r . black

§ . h e i g h t . 6 ft.

§ . w e i g h t . 180 lbs.

§ . p h y s i q u e . lean muscular, athletic

§ . s c a r s . old motorcycle accident scrapes

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . He is tall, dark, and handsome with eyes that pierce the soul. His meticulous appearance, coupled with the sharply almond shape of his eyes, lend warmth to his smile. He has a bit of facial hair going on, but it's all clean-cut and short. He doesn't quite like having a baby-smooth face, but he's not going to grow a beard anytime soon. It's also very obvious that he places great value on his physique, as it is in tip-top shape for the ladies to munch on with their eyes. Let's face it, killer body - charming smile - he's a winner. It's just too bad that the surface is all that is great about him.

His sense of style is business casual, sporty casual, or just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It really just depends on his mood. However, he knows how to whip up a nice looking outfit no matter what he wears, and he undeniably dresses beyond the means of his bank account (he's doesn't - he just knows where to find a good deal). His attire lives by a simple rule: dress like you are rich and maybe someday you will crawl out of this hole and come into a good job. You never know where you will meet your next boss. Other than that, there's not much to his appearance or sense of style. He's cute and stylish, but honestly - who isn't in this town?

He enjoys wearing things that are stylish, like expensive watches or a pair of sunglasses that are brand-name, but he never pays full price for anything. He lives on sites like eBay, Amazon, and other places that sell typically unreachable items for less. He has both of his ears pierced, and he typically wears some diamond studs in both. It's just his thing.

Shadow Man has dress that can be described as a little more flamboyant, perhaps. He also paints his face in macabre design.



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§ . d e m e a n o r . Manipulative and horrible all around

§ . f e a r s . his amulet will claim him when he can no longer pay the price

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . The man known as Dumaine is actually not a bad person at all. He has some habits that can make him hard to be around, like he is honest to a fault and maybe a little too wanting, but that's it. His life is as boring as he is. He claims to work hard, but he doesn't really want to. Every time he fails he always blames everything and everyone but himself. He sets visions and goals for himself, but they rarely fall through. For some reason that he can't fathom, he is stuck in the pit of working a petty job for petty money. He hates it. He hates his life. It's not interesting and he's just... comfortable enough to want a little more excitement.

However, the Shadow Man is a terrible human being, if he is even human at all anymore. He can hold a grudge so badly that he will turn on his own blood. The idea of vengeance delights him, and he's terribly vindictive. He is greed, sadism, and remorselessness personified. He is manipulative and selfish and talks to his shadow that moves independently of him and interacts with him. He loves to use street magic and trickery to dupe the common person and go after their money. There is no end to his cruel and controlling behavior, and he has no regrets about anything at all.

Yet, for such a horrible guy, people seem to flock to him to find all the answers. He's smooth with a silver tongue and a charming smile. He will tell someone everything that they want to hear, and they will believe him because he disguises himself as hope and dreams. There is nothing more that Doctor Facilier wants than power, ,and he will do whatever it takes to get it. He's even kill his own mother. Oh wait - he already did that.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . curses, hexes, getting people to believe that he is their best option, liar, manipulator

§ . w e a k n e s s . indebted to his amulet, powers tied to amulet

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . Eh, he can hold his own but he's no beast.

§ . d e s i r e . He can see into the past of a person and see what people desire the most.

§ . c o n j u r e r . He can seemingly pull objects out of thin air, and two of his favorites are his staff and the famous tarot card deck.

§ . v o o d o o . He performs Petro Voodoo, which is dark and stereotypical voodoo magic.

§ . t a l i s m a n . His powers come from "his friends on the other side", of whom come alive as grim shadows on the walls as he performs powerful feats of sorcery. They can help him, but he is already deeply indebted to them. The degree of his debt and the severity of the price is unknown, but he fears them. He fears them a lot. This power is physically placed in a Talisman. This talisman can pinch someone with a mouth-like compartment and take a sample of their blood. His power also seems to come from it. The talisman allows the wearer to take on the appearance of the person who wears it (except for Facilier), but the wearer must refill the talisman with the victim's blood or it will wear out. So much of his power is invested in this, that to loose it would mean he could no longer do the bidding of his "friends" and claim him has payment instead...

§ . Facilier often uses his voodoo magic to paint victims in a positive light, that way they are more prone to manipulation and come to him. He has been known to utilize a strange pink powder that has been able to change one's appearance - i.e. Tiona into a frog. He can also show the "future" through this pink cloud, memories, and someone's deepest desires come to fruition.


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The Shadow Man was once a human that sold his soul to tap into the realm of Voodoo and magic. He goal in life is to be the richest man in New Orleans. We all know how the story of the Princess and the Frog goes, but there really is no happily after after for Tiana or the Prince of New Orleans. The darkest truth of this story is that the Shadow Man is really Tiana's father, who was presumed to have died in World War 1. You see, Tiana's father had dreams of owning a booming restauraunt in New Orleans, but he was drafted into the war. During an enemy ambush he was shot and left for dead among his friends, and he was just about to his grave himself. As James lay dying and begging for life, dark spirits came and offered it to him. They struck a deal, and the spirits converged into a powerful amulet capable of asking for anything the wearer so desired, so long as the price was paid. It didn't matter how. He thought he could use the blood of fallen enemy soldiers to help feed the amulet... but it had other plans.

These "friends on the other side" began to warp James into the Shadow Man. Within months, the steep payment for his life consumed him whole and he was nothing like the man he had been. When the war was over he went home, only to find that his daughter - Tiana - had started a restaurant in New Orleans. Not only did she start this without him, but she also married a very wealthy "Prince of New Orleans" to do it. By this time the vindictive personality had almost fully set in, and he disguised himself as a tall lanky figure in a purple coat and a smooth soothsayer, and decided to take his dream away from Tiana's grasp.

When he approached her, he did so as a one of New Orleans' famous fortune tellers. He said that "for some green, I can show you your future", and she agreed. After he showed her the the success of her business fulfilled in every possible way she desired, she tried to offer him cash payment but was denied. Instead, he turned her into a frog on the spot after his amulet nipped her neck and put her in a cage. Afterwards, he placed his amulet on a homeless woman and was led to the home of Tiana where he'd meet the husband. The same spell that turned his daughter into a frog turns her husband into the crocodile known to many as Tic-Toc from Peter Pan, and the woman that paraded as Tiana into a real queen of New Orleans. Still, he had no happily ever after. The city rejected his own version of the restaurant, and he was shunned and mocked until he left.

After the battle for the Realm of Enchantment, he lived a petty human life as a bank teller in Essex. Unlike his typical character, he was kinder yet still carried those dark traits of feeling deserving and owed something in life. His amulet is no longer with him, but a crocodile does live in the waters nearby. As for Tiana the frog, well... wouldn't you like to know?



coding x mombie | fc x Charles Michael Davis | hex x #8f2c8c

So begins...

Dumaine LeRoux's Story

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~ Once Upon A Time ~
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It would seem, that in the Realm of Enchantment, there are heroes and there are villains. At least, that's what we were all told anyway. The truth is this - we don't know their real stories. We don't know why the villains became the bad characters we know and the heroes the pinnacle of goodness. The Realm of Enchantment is not truly painted in black and white in the way that the books and movies would tell us. In this world, one would be surprised to find out that not all things are as we were told...

The Enchanted Realm is in chaos. Villains are sick of the world they live in where the "heroes" are free to live their lives and all others are condemned. They want their freedom, too. They have been wronged and their pasts have been twisted beyond belief. They do have a purpose in life. They have a will to live. The desire, most of all, their very own happy ending. However, with the heroes standing in their way at every turn, they have come to only one conclusion - the good guys would have to die.

Jafar was one of these villains. He had the most powerful weapon in all of the Enchanted Realm at his greedy fingertips; the omnipotent Genie. With the help of so many other misunderstood characters wallowing on their seeming unhappy-ever-afters, a plan to bring death to all of the Realm's "heroes" was conceived. As others across the Realm heard news of this dark plan, they began to try to figure out how to stop it.

However, they could not stop Jafar. In their finals moments, the heroes that knew death was coming clung to the most powerful white magic in all the Realm - hope. It was this hope that, when Jafar's magic swept across the Realm, kept their physical bodies alive and thrust them through a rift between Enchantment and the real world. The rift created a town out of nothing called Storybook, Connecticut - known to the real world as Essex. The people that enter can't ever seem to leave, and it doesn't exist on any map.

Jafar was not happy that his plan did not work exactly, but upon discovering that they were in a new place, he had the Genie erase everyone's memories and give them new lives in this new world. He kept certain villains with their memories intact. He currently runs the Councillor's office under Mayor Catherine Wyland. Those in charge are in complete control of everyone, yet everyone else thinks they are living a perfectly normal life.

This is their happily-ever-after, and they intend to keep it that way - no matter what.

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An only lady came tumbling out of a well in the woods, falling flat on her face! She got up, wiped away the dirt, and pat down her fluffy blue dress. "My, my, my, what a trip! What a trip." She took a quick look around her surroundings. It's the middle of the night and most of the town of Essex is asleep or in their homes. She walked down a beaten path until a road was found, at which point she could see the sleepy streets and dark buildings.

"Where am I?" she asked, adjusting the glasses to sit better across her nose. Her eyes scrunched and she dipped a hand into her dress and produced a wand. "Let's see what we can do about this mess. It's quite the mess!" The old lady already knew what had happened to the Enchanted characters, but she didn't know how to fix the problem. She had magic, but she didn't have enough of it to awaken the whole town. Instead, she decided that she could do something else... She did not come here without a plan, after all.

She bippity-boppity-booped herself from one building and home to the next; acquiring items and placing them in a seemingly endless magic bag. Underneath everyone's doors, except for the villains that were well-aware of Essex and its true nature, were given invitations to a formal silent auction event at the city hall. For those vile beings that still retained their memories, she had something else - magic that would put them to sleep for twenty-four hours. That would be enough time to allow everyone else to enjoy the event and get back what belonged to them - their memories.

The Enchanted Realm was falling apart due to key characters having been ripped away and thrown into this prison. It is time for them to come home, but they'd have to remember who they are, first.

As quietly as the Fairy Godmother came, she seemed to disappear. But not back into the Enchanted Realm, rather as the out-of-town host to the black-tie event.

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And that is where the citizens of Storybook are tonight on a warm summer evening around 6 pm at city hall. Upon entering they are greeted by a humble doorman, and the normally bland interior is alight with grandeur, enchantment and alive with gentle classical music.

Mrs. Picket is there to greet them with a smile on her face, directing everyone toward the grand hall that had been refurbished into a room fit for dance, entertainment, and food.

Hugging one of the walls are long tables that have items to be silently auctioned off. Little to the knowledge of the Enchanted characters, they are items that belonged to them in their fairytale origins. They feel compelled to bid on their trinkets, no matter how absurd they were or how little money they had. Every so often, a little magic would make sure that no one was outbid by either erasing higher bids or placing an extra zero or two by certain names.

Mrs. Picket operated under the notion that all money would be donated to charity, but there'd be no money at all. Mrs. Picket was putting all of her faith, the lives of those still in the Enchanted Realm, in the hands of these few. This was the only way to begin breaking the spell Jafar cast upon the town.


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It had been a great day. Well, about as great as a day in Essex could get when your soul didn't quite belong and yearned for freedom. Paisley had taken an impromptu hike in the mountains, just to clear her mind. She never enjoyed the walls of her cabin much anyhow. This adventurous mind had craved something outside of being cooped up within four walls or even being out in the streets of a mundane town with people that did mundane things. Regardless, the air morphed from hot to crisp cool air when she ascended, and it felt nice. It felt like freedom - the kind she no longer had.

She had stood at a good peak and peered down at the town. She could have sworn that there wasn't this much desolation on her way in, but then again, that memory had long since faded. It wasn't important. Her life had gone from high speed to low drag, and she was no in the middle of nowhere with a sudden urge to do just that; go nowhere, yet there was this other half of her that wanted to go everywhere.

Why was this life so confusing?

By the time she had made it down the less beaten mountain trail, the sun had fallen, but Paisley was not afraid of the dark. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to her quaint cabin, placed her keys on a side table, and looked down at the invitation she had set them on. Paisley supposed that she could go to such a fancy event. It would be... fun, maybe? At the very least, she could kick off her heels and dance with Lorelei.

She slipped into a fancy pants suit to flatter her petite physique. The neck plunged deeply, but she didn't have quite as much breast for it all to be falling out. When she finished putting it together, adorned it with a pair of black open-toed heels, and made the proper adjustments as she looked into the mirror, she felt she appeared... elegant, classy - not trashy.

She picked up a small clutch on her way out of the door and pinned it beneath her arm.

As minutes ticked by, Paisley was soon on the streets of the normally quiet town. It was sort of more alive as townsfolk made their way to the City Hall, which was aglow in the center. As she stopped paying attention to her surroundings to delve into her daydream of what the event may be, she bumped into none other than Essex's favorite (or not depending on who you were) tax man, Dumaine.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, Dumaine," she apologized as she knelt down to pick her fallen clutch from the sidewalk.

Dumaine smirked and knelt down with her, "What kinna'man would ah be if ah got upset over being run inta by a beautiful woman like ya, Paisley?" A light chuckle followed that statement, and he picked her clutch up to hand her when they both rose.

She also chuckled a bit, but it was not cute by any means. Dumaine was... oddly disarming. Handsome, yes. His eyes were enchanting, especially when they creased at the corners uniquely as he offered one of those charming smiles. Yet, he was also like her - desiring something more than this life. If anyone could call this a life at all, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. He can come off as a little blunt, but she didn't mind that. Maybe there was something about his character that bothered her for some reason, but for now, she tried to save her judgment. He's never done anything to her.

Dumaine walked by her side as it seemed they were headed for the same event, "Ah saw ya comin' in late. Out adventurin' again?"

Paisley clutched her purse lightly at the lap of her slacks and looked over at Dumaine with a gentle smile, "Yes. You know, it would do you some good to get some fresh air instead of being cooped up in that stuffy office." It was a light scolding, naturally, but she was always trying to get him to go outside. It was almost like he was allergic to the great outdoors.

She really didn't have anyone to go on hikes with.

"Naw, cherie, I prefer ta not be surrounded by all that...that..." He got stuck and she cut in.

"Nature?" She laughed at him a bit and shook her head, "I guess it's not for everyone. It would be nice to have someone that enjoyed the outdoors a little bit more. You know?" She sighed a dreamy sigh at that, and Dumaine nodded slowly.

"Feelin' trapped. Ah know, chere. Ah know," he replied softly as he opened the door to the city hall for her. He naturally let Paisley go in first before coming in right behind her.

They were both greeted by Mrs. Picket and given their numbers. Dumaine went his separate way, and that left Paisley to search the hall for someone that she knew. Preferably Lorelei. Of course, she had to travel by Adrien, who was the most disgusting man in town. As she walked by him, she gave one of her "bless your heart" quips, "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." She gave him her best saccharine smile and fluttered away just as something sparked in the corner of her eyes.

It was a mirror, but it didn't look like anything spectacular. She picked it up and flipped out from front to back and took extra care to survey the fine details. The decore was strange; the head of a lion coupled with a delicate rose. A rose and a beast; how strange. It felt heavier than other handheld mirrors. She didn't need it, so she put it down. When she walked away, she found herself walking backward a few steps before turning around to place a small bid on it. Two hundred dollars would suffice, right? She doesn't know why she wants to put a price on it, but she wasn't going to give up everything she had.

Dumaine had placed a small bid on a cane. It matched his smooth violet suit, and he thought he'd look rather dashing with it. There was no other reason - at least, he didn't think so. He made for the food immediately, of course. He stood at the long tables covered in delicacies and picked at chocolate truffles like a delighted child.

Paisley might have gone over to Lorelei, but she seemed occupied with someone else. Just as she thought she might have just walked away for good, she decided to go over anyway. Paisley was a sweet woman and she befriended most people in town, even if no one wanted to get lost in the woods with her.

"Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!" Paisley complimented both Lorelei and Liana.

As she spoke to the pair of gals, her eyes flit from one guest to the next. She snagged the gaze of Adrien for a quick second but swiftly looked away. He likely didn't notice as he was quite busy with Liesl anyhow. Then she caught Ricardo, whom she's rarely seen. He simply nodded at her and went back to doing whatever it was that he did during these things; lurk.

Then there was Roman, and he was so handsome. A bit burly and rough looking, which kind of made her wonder about a lot of things - good and bad. His attire suited what she thought his personality must be like; carefree and roaming. He spoke to Hassud, a woman that every other woman in the world can admire.

Grayson was here as well, which surprised her. He looked tired. Paisley has come to like having the local cop around, as he has gotten her out of a few messes when her adventuring became more like disasters. He was right, she didn't know his first name, but he was so busy that there wasn't time to be more well-acquainted. She was a bother, too, getting into little messes just because being home was too... suffocating. She waved at him the moment he looked around and caught her staring.

John Waldmann. Every once in a while, when his usual babysitters were busy, she'd get the pleasure of watching his children. She has an ungodly amount of patience for little ones. His late wife was a fine connoisseur of her steamy mystery novels, and he was one of the first people to strike up easy conversation with her. They grab a cup of coffee from time to time, and you know what - he's the town's Hot Dad for good reason. She jumped up and down, as she's quite small and easily lost in the growing crowd, to wave at him like a goofy googly-eyed girl. So, maybe he has also grown on her as much as his kids have. It happens.

After her not-so-subtle display of excitement at seeing certain faces, she was content to melt back into the conversation at hand. Whatever that was. There were so many people coming together here all for one night, and that was rare in this sleepy town.

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The town of Essex would begin to disappear after a few moments. Traveling to the Trujillo Estate was like being in a totally different place. The ambiance was darker; the air cooler and much more humid. It was a place, unlike Adrien's, where one most certainly felt stranded and alone. Luckily, there were signs of life like the sprawling bright flora meticulously nurtured by Mrs. Potterson. Not that it was completely visible in the shadows of the night, as the estate offered little in the way of illumination. Ricardo liked it that way.

They passed through the tall gates at the foothill, then drove up the long and meandering pathway for about two or three minutes. They were surrounded by forest, towering fences with brambles that sprouted wine-colored roses, and the faint glimmer of the moon as the sole source of light. It was q quiet place; maybe even a scary one, given the disposition and rumors of its master.

The car stopped and Jacque stepped out to help Miss. Voigt from the car. Ricardo, of course, let himself out first. While a patient man, he still felt the heat that Adrien incited earlier simmering in his blood. He waited for a couple of moments after Lorelei was helped out of the car and turned toward her, "Miss. Potterson will show you to your room. Everything but the West Wing is open to you." His voice had a strict command tone to it, but he found it especially hard to be gentle for some reason. He felt pretty tense himself. Wound up. It was harder than usual to settle, and that was likely due to all the things that Adrien said and the fact that it had a lot to do with Lorelei. "Sleep well, Miss. Voigt," he dismissed himself in a formal fashion and disappeared swiftly into the Estate.

Jacque guided Mrs. Voigt into the Estate, helping her settle into the foyer where Miss. Potterson was oh-so eager to meet the woman! The ivory-haired lady practically bounced toward Lorelei, cupping one of her hands in both of her own, "Good evening, Miss. Voigt. We've been waiting for you for such a long time." She chuckled, lifting a hand up to her lips as though she released a secret by accident, "We don't get many guests."

Once she released Lorelei, she beckoned her to follow for a brief tour of the house. They'd begin at ground level - naturally. "Nevermind the eerie ambiance. It's much brighter when the curtains are drawn," she assured her guest, realizing that what may be suitable for Trujillo may be a bit daunting to someone like Lorelei. "You'll not have much business in the kitchen, but the dining room is here. We have many servants that are dying to cook a proper meal." She chuckled again as if she had made a joke, but it was really just a sad truth.

They floated in and out of doors to rooms like the tea room, Ricardo's study, and what was probably one of the best parts of the estate - the library that Ricardo spent a lot of time in. Most of the other rooms, especially on the second floor, were scantily furnished. They didn't turn down the West Wing, as it was forbidden to guests and servants alike.

"Oh dear," Miss. Potterson exclaimed as they passed by a looming grandfather clock. It was only a few second-hand ticks away from the booming stroke of midnight. "Time truly does fly!" She ushered the girl toward a set of deep mahogany double doors, pushing her slightly at the small of her back to go inside. "Just put your clothing in the bathroom basket, and I will have them cleaned for you. We tried out best to provide you with undergarments and clothing, but it was such short notice and we don't know much about you at all. We will serve your breakfast downstairs in the morning. Good night, Miss. Voigt."

As Lorelei stepped into the guest room that had been made up for her, she'd find it as dour as the rest of the estate. It did appear, however, that there was at least some effort made to give it a more modern and feminine appeal. There was a splash of light here and there, fresh flowers in vases, a gentle lavender and sandalwood scent, and fresh velvet bedding in deep violet. It may not be the most inviting guest room she has ever been invited to, but they tried. It also had a bathroom attached to it, which was fully stocked with all the amenities a woman might need; sans the makeup. Ricardo and crew weren't in the know-all about that.

Something else awaited her on the bed, covered in a small black box and tied simply in red ribbon. When she lifted the cover, she'd find her feather quill. It seemed to have been put back together somehow, and likely while she was on the long state tour with Miss. Potterson. Next to that laid a trio of casual dresses and a nightgown. No one could be certain of her size, so she'd have to try her luck! At least she would be clean.

As Lorelei settled in, Ricardo had fled to the West Wing. If his estate was considered dark and dingy, then this part of it was even more so. Even the hallway that led to it was uninviting and showed no hints of a light source behind barely lit candle sconces that lined the walls. His first stop was his private study. It was a place that mostly kept family heirlooms and other things he coveted close to the heart. He'd set the encased rose down on a tall side table near a window. The second that he left the room, the grandfather clock that Miss. Voigt and Miss. Potterson would pass only seconds before, tolled its midnight chime. As the door shut and the clock boomed, the first rose petal floated to the floor of the glass dome.

He entered his room, bedroom and moved to his bathroom. He'd wash up, tug on a pair of boxers, and eventually crawl into bed.




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Mahin had watched as Roman moved onto other people. Typically, she might be more interested in being social. There was a different feeling tonight, especially as she surveyed the interaction of others. Unlike many others, she hadn't gotten to the dance floor because it just wasn't the night for it. She did listen to the speech, though, and gave her own toast.

It was a rather... awkward speech, and she didn't know what it meant. New beginnings? The end? Maybe there was something going on in town tomorrow that a mere guest didn't know. Then again, it's not like this town had a website. Trust her - she did look.

Just as she thought about leaving, someone approached her. His accent was thick, attire a bold violet, and he seemed smooth as butter. The way he entered the conversation, with a charming dimpled smile and a sharp crease at the corners of his eyes, was enough to earn immediate ease and trust, "Headin' out, cher?" Dumained inquired, leaning against the table with two folded arms and a sharp piercing gaze.

"Actually," she began as she raised her right wrist to snatch a glance at the time, "It's about that time. Care to walk me to the hotel?"

His signature smirk found his lips, "Of course, cher. It's almost midnight, and a lady shouldn't be walkin' alone." He extended a hand toward her, and Mahin gently grasped it long enough to help herself out of the chair and onto her feet.

She grabbed her clutch, "Oh, before we go - I did bid on something."

Dumaine snapped his fingers, "Ah, distracted by a beautiful face. I did as well."

Mahin was first, leading the pair toward the auction table where her princess jewelry set rested. Having had forgotten her bidding number after so long, she had to get the crumpled piece of paper out of her clutch and give it a quick looksie. She was a little bit surprised that she saw it also on the winning bid. It appeared as though a few others tried to have a go at it, but it was hers. The set was cradled by a velvet black box, and she needed only to place the cover and scoop it up. "This was your item? It looks like it was made for you."

Mahin chuckled a little, blushing slightly at the same time, "It felt like me, if I am to be honest. What piqued your interest?"

They didn't have far to walk to find the table with his cane, "I was feelin' a little elegant tonight." Since he was excellent with numbers, he knew that his own was the winning bid. It was also boxed up for him, but he chose to take it out and try it on for size. He tapped the can on the floor, gave off a little twirl and some fancy footwork, "Suits me, no?"

She nodded, laughing lightly as she found his whole victory routine quite comical and charming, "No one else here could pull that off."

Mahin had her winning in a box pinned between her elbow and side, and Dumaine - feeling extra fancy tonight - waltzed out of the town hall in style. All he really needed was a tophat.

It was during that exit when a hasty Lorelei nearly gabbed Dumaine, but didn't offer him much of a chance to respond when she, instead, went for Grayson. Mahin's brows furrowed, and she looked up at her traveling companion. Both the officer and the blonde were back outside in no time, but so was everyone else. In a few short minutes, the throng of witnesses would grow to include Mahin and Dumaine.

Dumaine knew better than to stick around for this hot mess. He turned toward Mahin and began to usher her the other way, "No need tah ruin your night, cher." The truth was that Dumaine didn't want to be a witness to this. He didn't want to earn anyone's ire; neither Ricardo's nor Adrien's. Mahin was just a visitor, so she also didn't need to be an unfortunate bystander.

Mahin allowed Dumaine to lead her away, and the pair walked down the dimly lit street toward the hotel she was staying in. It wasn't much of a hotel, really. It was more like a room above a shop that she was temporarily staying in for a small fee.

They left each other there. Mahin settled into her room after they said their goodbyes, showered, and did all the other necessary things before going to sleep.

Dumaine, on the other hand, was not the luckiest man in Essex. Somewhere in town, clocks were ringing their midnight bells. A couple of hours after midnight, and he was fast asleep in his bed, someone - rather.... someones - were creeping into his apartment. They were just dark contours on his walls at first; jagged, monstrous entities with eyes and long tendrils for limbs. They sunk into the floor and gathered under his bed. His creme-colored sheets were immediately painted in a sea of black and these inky limbs reached for him. They wrapped around his body, and before he could wake up fully, dragged him down to someplace. He would never be seen again.

The Shadowman had a price to pay in the Enchanted Realm, and the souls had come to collect. When his bedroom opened, Baja Muhadhar; the mayor, also the notorious villain known as Jafar, stood in the doorway with Dr. Facilier's amulet in hand. After a few moments, he turned to leave so that he could take care of this turn of events.

It was time for a gathering of villains.

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Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. When Jafar's eyes finally popped open and he rolled over to look at the clock, it was... midnight. Again. His brows furrowed in confusion, for when he fell asleep last, it was just shy of ten at night. Yet, he felt well-rested. Too well-rested, if you asked him. He sat up and reached for his cellphone, the bright light of the screen a brief blinding glare after awakening from such a deep sleep.

Did he miss a whole day? He blinked and wiped away the sleep from his eyes, then checked the homescreen again. A panic set into the normally well-reserved and calm man, and he practically shot out of bed and rushed to his study. Something was so wrong, and he could feel it in his bones.

A quick survey of his office revealed that his glass showcase was cracked open just a smidge, which made him walk slowly toward it. The smallest speck of a glimmer caught his eyes, nestled in the corner of one of the shelves. He reached and swept it up with a pink and then brought it closer for observation. Silver glitter. Fairy dust.

More panic. He knew that his happily ever after wouldn't last forever, but he didn't expect for the fairies to figure it out so soon. Too soon. He looked over the items, and discovered that some of them were missing. Dr. Facilier's cane being one. Important, but not enough. The cane had provided Jafar with another avenue of magic, but it would not be detrimental to the curse's wellbeing.

The lamp. The lamp was missing! His eyes grew wide, then red hot anger flashed through them. He smalled his fist down onto the shelf which knocks items off; fragile objects crashing and shattering at his feet. He turned swiftly and went to his room to change, for this night was going to be a busy one for him.

He sent a quick text message to the Nora, Catherine Wyland, and Donovan Voigt, Something is wrong. We need to meet at the well in the clearing. Once the message sent, he grabbed hold of his own staff and poofed out of existence into the apartment room of Dumaine, otherwise known as Dr. Facilier. The cane he had won from the auction rested against a wall near the door, and Jafar seized it.

His slow pace dragged him toward the bedroom where the man slumbered quietly and peacefully. His hand dove into a coat pocket to pull out the necklace that belonged to Dr. Facilier. It contained the souls from the Otherside. Jafar was not certain what was happening, but he could feel the puul of the voodoo magic clamboring for Facilier's soul. It was overdue. He extended his arm and let the necklace dangle from a finger, and the Friends From the Otherside climbed out of the amulet in shadow form, sinking to the floor and crawling beneath the bed. There was a drum beat that seemed to come from nowhere, but it eerie enough to creep even a vile man like Jafar out.

Dumaine's body was gulped up, almost as if he were swallowed by the bed. All the shadows retreated back into the amulet. The drum beat stopped. He wrapped it around his neck, turned away, and left the apartment through the door.

Baja was soon on the quiet moonlit paths of Essex's lonesome streets. As he walked, tapping the cane against the dark pavement, one of his arms folded at the small of his back. He watched the buildings. Observed the scenery. He walked past the town hall, of which had the remnants of something having happened. A cleaning crew shuffled in and out, and his brows knit together in thought. There had been no event that he could think of.

He tilted his head for a second, but continued on after a brief pause.

His head turned and eyes followed as a crow flew past him from above. A few moments after that, a woman's silhouette began to form in the distance. Curious, he checked his phone to see if anyone sent any messages. Nothing yet.

He did not change his pace, rather kept on the approach. Soon enough, he could see her features. While she did not adorn her horns, there was a certain... aesthetic to one of the most famous female villains in all of the Enchanted Realm. He stopped just a couple of feet from all the particular features, a grin finding his lips, "Ah," he began, placing the cane in front of him and resting both hands at its head, "I see the beautiful Maleficent has graced the wonderful town of Essex. Though, I doubt your presence is a humble site seeing excursion."

He gestured toward the woods, though surmised that she might have come from there already. However, the Well is the connection between the Enchanted Realm and this world, so it made more sense to to go there. As the pair of them walked through the quiet town of Essex, they soon came upon the mouth of the forest. It was abysmally dark and unwelcoming, as it should be. Very few people in Essex felt at ease coming to this particular spot, and the closer to the well one came, the more those that did not belong near its vicinity felt the unspoken warning to stay away.

"The Evil Queen and the others should be coming shortly. How are things in the Enchanted Realm?" Jafar inquired, shooting her a quick sideglance. The Well came into view, "The fairies have been busy, haven't they?" Another question, given the circumstances. "There was... fairy dust on my showcase shelf when I woke up. I also seemed to have lost an entire day."

He rubbed his goatee a couple of times, "There is a strange feeling in my little world, and I am uneasy." His gaze ventured outside of the thicket of tree trunks and drooping branches, wandering toward the faintest glimmer of light coming from a building. His creation. His joy. His happily ever after.

"The lamp is missing," he added. The worst news for last, of course!