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Ember Cadwell

"Welcome to the court of the queen of hearts. Population: no one; Motto: why not?"

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a character in “The Darkness within Ever After”, as played by Wild1

Description

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“The world is a helter skelter hodge podge of control and conformity. Add a touch of evil insanity to your daily dosage and life becomes so much more interesting.”


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Fullname:

Ember Cadwell, the Queen of Hearts

Nicknames
-Queenie
-Hearts

Age
26

Likes
-Red lipstick
-Red roses
-Pretty much anything red
-Chaos and mischief
-Warmth
-Dessert
-Alcohol
-Manipulating others
-executions

Dislikes

- Being controlled/ told what to do
- The cold
- Spicy foods
- The smell of oranges
- that whole “star crossed lovers” spiel
- People who refuse to take action

Fears/weaknesses
- Afraid of her fate being set in stone
- Afraid of the love stone being returned
- Is terrible at golf
- Weakness for games


Scars|Tattoos|Piercings
-Both ears are pierced
- Has a scar on the back of her right hand from cutting herself on a piece of glass

Love Interests|Crushes
Abraham Lupus - Ember absolutely refuses to be in to be madly in love with anyone, but she is. Her object of desire? The big bad wolf. The guy who slaughtered the grandmother of the girl he’s stalking. She has a great taste in men. But maybe it’s the fact that he got rid of the love stone, or the fact that he’s handsome as hell, but for whatever reason Ember can’t resist. She’s not very quiet about her affections either. Ember is definitely playing for keeps, and will do anything for him to return her feelings.



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Personality
Ember likes to fuel the fire. She loves to make trouble, especially for others. She laughs at suffering, and finds it funny when others try and retain control of the situation as it rapidly spins out of control. She’s just a tad bit insane.

Ember does what she wants when she feels like it. If she feels like chopping off that guys head just because, she will. It makes her unpredictable and volatile, and a bit fun to be around. Random is a word she adores, the more random the situation, the more enjoyable. She tends to speak in oddly worded sentences filled with extravagant language. She lives for a thrill and loves creating elaborate schemes and traps. Manipulation is her favorite game. Though she hates it when people tell her what to do, Ember loves it when she gets to tell others what to do. Toying with others is quite enjoyable.

Get her drunk enough and ember becomes sad and moody. She’ll tell the same existential speech about why there is no point to life three or five times in a row.


History
Embers title, the Queen of Hearts is not a fake title given unto her own person by her self. She is technically a queen, though she now rules over nothing.

A long time ago ember was, dare I say it, normal. She was an eighteen year old princess and in love with a handsome prince. Her future was bright; she would succeed her mother as Queen of her kingdom and marry her prince, living out her days in happy Ever After. But, in a cruel twist of fate, her prince was killed in a hunting accident and her mother died of fever shortly after.

This left the distraught Ember as the new Queen of Hearts. While ember suffered from heartbreak she was forced to watch as others around her got their happy endings. Whoop Dee doo for them. Ember grew resentful of the world she lived in. She was bored of the good guy beats bad gets girl monotone of the story she lived in. Ember blamed the love stone for her problems, it was supposed to secure her happy ending. In the mind of Ember, it was what controlled her destiny. Ember hated it, she hated that it controlled her in such a manner. What was worse, after her prince and her mother Ember could not find anyone who loved her.

Ember tried to shake things up as much as she could,she created ridiculous laws in her kingdom. ”Law 42, no person over one mile tall may remain within the kingdom.” She got a wizard to turn all of her guards into walking playing cards, she attempted to use flamingoes and hedgehogs to play croquet. She stopped trying to control her emotions, and instead let them control her. She beheaded anyone whom she felt like beheading, and her kingdom sunk into turmoil.

After a girl by the name of Alice paid her a visit, undermining the queen’s authority and shaking things up a bit, the Queens kingdom rebelled. She became a queen without a kingdom, a ruler of no one. She went through a period of moping, but when the big bad wolf stole the Love stone her happiness (or at least, as close to it as she gets) was renewed. Now, she’s in love with the wolf, determined to keep the love stone out of play, and on a mission to help this worlds descent into chaos and to make sure that no ones love remains the same.




Gary Jules| Mad World
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

So begins...

Ember Cadwell's Story

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The Queen of Hearts

It had started to storm. Dark clouds tinted the sky and lightning stretched it burning fingers towards the waiting ground. Rain burst forth from the heavens above as Mother Nature unleashed her fury upon the inhabitants of the realm. The air hung heavy with something the scent of something new, something different.

Ember took in a deep breath and let loose gleeful laughter as she raised her hands to the sky. By the deity above she loved this weather. It was dark, it was ominous, it was absolutely perfect. Standing there in her bare feet, the mud soaking into the bottom of her blood red dress, laughing like the maniac she was, Ember couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She had decided it this morning, and now the sky was rewarding her with this excellent mood setter.

The Queen of hearts was back.

There would be no more sitting around waiting for things to happen to her. She wasn’t just going to wait for opportunity’s foray. The Queen had a plan and she knew what she wanted. A kingdom, revenge, control over fate, fun, and a man to top it all off. It was time for her to stir the pot. The queen turned, striding gracefully through the mud, back towards the lair she abided in. Behind her, far off in the distance, lightning stuck the ground and flame began to ravage the crops of a local farmer. She smiled, this would be fun.

She stepped into the foyer of the “lair” in which she had found herself to be living. Scowling, the queen looked around. Once she had controlled a kingdom and lived in a castle, which was far greater than the place in which she currently spent her days. Scowling, her hand lashed out, knocking a perfectly positioned vase to its doom on the floor below. It shattered and the pieces danced across the floor. Ember smiled, that always made her fell better.

She walked over the shattered particles, and grabbed another identical vase from the closet. Placing it on the pedestal she grinned, every time she walked into the place she broke that vase. Sometimes she even broke it on the way out.




Christopher Robin

Great.

It was raining.

Christopher scowled; he’d been planning on tracking down Roza, or possibly Alice. It didn’t really matter which one. But now this obnoxious rain had started and, well, there was no way he was going outside. If somebody wanted to talk they would just have to walk down to his apartment in the village and knock on the door. He figured Roza’d be the one to do that; Alice had to be more secretive.

If there was anything in the air other than water it was lost on Christopher as he scowled at the outside world.

“Another 10 points to the suckish side of life.” He muttered to himself. He didn’t know when he’d started keeping score, or even what the score was, but Chris would often award points to whatever side of life showed up. However, despite not remembering the details, Chris was pretty sure the suckish side was winning. The positive-people-are-stupid group was probably a pretty close second.

Muttering a few profanities to himself Christopher stalked away from the window and flopped down on his hammock/bed. At least rain made good background noise for sleeping. He could just doze the storm away as he lazed about. But before he could really truly settle in a knock came from his door.

He grinned; perhaps Roza had come to weather out the storm. Moving lethargically he slouched his way to the plain brown door. Opening it, he was disappointed to find that it was not his slightly annoying but still good-looking girlfriend; it was some old dude and two little girls who were presumably his daughters.

“Excuse me sir, do you suppose you could point me in the direction of-“

Christopher slammed the door closed. As a good guy he was obligated to help the man. But as a bad guy, well Christopher had no reason do any such thing.

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Character Portrait: Alice Pleasent Liddell Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: James Hook Character Portrait: Zachery O'Brian Character Portrait: Chelsey Charming
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Captian James Hook

James woke up, grogy eyes looking up to a strange ceiling. When he rolled his head to the right, he saw a girl tucked under his arm. A girl he didn't quite remember from the night before. Carefully and skillfully, he manuvered his way out of the bed stretching and beginning the search for his clothes. He slipped out the front door, still buttoning up his dress shirt from the night before. This often happened, most nights actually, he figured most the girls knew him and how he was so it was rare he felt guilty for all the one night stands he had. The Captian had walked all the way to the Red Queen's little lair when it began raining. He felt the weather didn't fit the mood he was in. He was quite happy actually. It was odd, it wasn't often that he, or any other bad guy for that fact, fell in lov- actually James had a policy on using that word, so instead he just finds himself confused as to his affections towards Ember. Entering her little lair, and hoping the queen was there, he called out, "Ember? I came for a little visit. Possibly plot for a bit of kingdom take over." James noticed the broken vase on the ground and the exact same vase on the table, shrugging as he walked further into the house, a small smirk on his face.






Mad Hatter

Zac slowly walked on a trail, he'd been walking since early that morning, he found he was restless and couldn't sleep, a short walk to clear his head lead to a long winding walk through the forest, getting lost a few times. He wanted badly to go to Alice's house, to talk to his friend, but each time the thought came up he reasoned with himself that it was a bad idea. Soon it began to rain and he made his way back to a village near the castle. He lifted a hood on his head, wrapping the cloak tighter around him to keep warm. He walked past the castle walls, a flash of a wide smile enought to satisfy the guards he walked past. The great thing about working for both sides is that neither side knew he worked for the other as well. Zac had stumbled upon the little princess reading in the libary. He wandered around the ailses for a while then as he was going to talk to the princess, she had stood and ran out. Curiosity getting the best of him, Zac followed. It was easy for him to sneak about, he had to be good at it after basically stabbing both sides in the back. He stood outside the door she entered, listening in on her conversation with the king. The chosen one? Why this was out of the blue. The last time someone had shown up at random was Alice. His heart ached at the thought. She was his good friend at first, then his feeling grew and now he wished he could just confess to her and get the rejection over with. Lost in thought, Zac sunk to the ground, sitting by the door and staring off into the distance.

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Christopher Robin

Christopher went back over to his bed before lying down and letting out a long sigh. He snuggled down into his covers in a most un villain-like fashion and prepared for a long day of nothing. But once a gain before he could settle himself down a knock came from the door. Gah! Christopher swore to himself, if that were the same guy back to ask directions he’d smack him across the face.

Getting up he opened the door to discover it was not the obnoxious lost traveller, but was actually his kinds irksome, but still hot, girlfriend. Christopher smiled (though truth be told it was more like a sneer.) Leaning against the doorframe so that Roza couldn’t get inside he said slowly, “Hey Roza wazzup? Enjoying the weather?”




The Queen of hearts
Embers muddy feet created a trail that led from the entranceway to the kitchen. She sat deep in thought as she aggressively stirred her coffee. Sure it was all well and good to say she would get started doing stuff, but first she had to actually plan out what she was going to do.

It was actually a bit of a relief to hear the voice of James call out, "Ember? I came for a little visit. Possibly plot for a bit of kingdom take over." Ember set down her over stirred coffee and rushed out to greet him, grinning like a lunatic.

“Isn’t this the most enchanting maximum of weather you have ever seen?” She laughed, grabbing his hands and twirling in a circle around him. Letting go she flung out her arms and did a few more spins as she reveled in her current joy, “It is an absolute perfect mood setter!”

Turning back to him her mood switched to serious, “I quite agree with you on the need for a bit of kingdom take over. I can’t decide between kidnapping and assassination, which do you think would be supplementary pleasure?”

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Captain James Hook

As James walked further into the house, he noticed foot prints, but didn't need to follow them too far before Ember ran out of the kitchen to greet him. His expression would have been perfectly serious if it wasn't for the eyebrow bent in curiosity of the woman's oddly bubbly behavior. The spinning took him a bit by surprise and he had to hold his head until the room stopped spinning. It's like being drunk without the fun... James thought to himself, even his inner voice carrying sarcasm. But it did remind him, it had been quite sometime since he had a drink, practically half a day. He walked towards Ember's kitchen, speaking as he did so. "Well if it's satisfaction you're talking about I'd say both. It's like drinking, you can't go wrong with whatever it is you've chosen, but where's the fun in having only one drink?" James found what he was looking for, a cabinet just for alcohol. Most of it was red wine, which was typical for Ember, but he found what he was looking for, some good old brandy. He paused for a moment, contemplating on getting a glass but just forgot about it, drinking straight from the bottle. James walked back out, sword in hand, "And while we're at it, lets add some torture into the mix. It's always fun to hear pleas for mercy." he slashed the air, as if he slashed at a person. He put his sword back in it's holder, taking another chug from the bottle. He'd always imagined doing the same thing to Peter Pan once he captured him, and damn it he tried to move on and let go of his obsession of capturing the boy, mainly because it made him sound like a pedophile, but as much as he tried, he couldn't get over the frustration of never being able to capture a measly boy. A scowl crossed his face and he took another chug of brandy. James disregarded the thought, turning back to Ember, willing the scowl to leave, replacing it with a smirk.

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Character Portrait: Roza Huntress Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: James Hook Character Portrait: Abraham Lupus Character Portrait: Christopher Robin
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Christopher Robin
Christopher almost winced from the harshness in Reds voice. She was not in a good mood. But that was okay with him; it was kind of funny to watch her get angry. As he stepped aside to let her enter his house he made sure to do so slowly, that way he could milk her furious expression for as long as possible.

Christopher watched her glance over her shoulder and saw the worry that was in her face after her outburst of rage. He smirked, she was still watching her back waiting for the big bad wolf to come and get her.

“I don’t see why you haven’t killed the guy already.” He said, automatically assuming shed would know whom he was talking about. After all, it was the only person she would conceivably consider offing. Truth be told, Christopher might have gone after the wolf himself were it not for the fact that he was far too lazy to take on such an endeavor.




The Queen of Hearts

Torture was a good idea, it was always enjoyable to watch their blue blood turn red as it reached air and their previously cocky attitudes melt as the were consumed by tears and screams of pain. Torture was definitely a good idea.

She didn’t bother to ask where James was going as he went further into her home. The guy was an alcoholic if there ever was one, she suspected that were he ever captured the people who did so wouldn’t even need to torture him as he’d been going through too much pain from withdrawal. Perhaps she ought to find a way to cut off his Alcohol intake, it would be fun to watch him unravel. Though chances were he would no longer assist her in any evil plots after such an escapade.

When Ember reached the kitchen, a few seconds after hook had cracked open his brandy, she had decided between kidnapping and assassination. Kidnapping was the obvious choice, and she had just the plot to go with it.

“Perhaps, we should kidnap someone who is a lower level person. Someone who isn’t very well guarded. But, it should be someone who is liked by a lot of people. We tell their loved ones should they ever wish to their precious person again, they must kill the queen.” She said, drawing out the last sentence for dramatic effect.

She could picture it now, the queen dead, and the poor fools hoping their dear one would be returned, finding the dead and mangled body left for them by the queen of hearts. The kingdom would crumble.
If it worked.

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Character Portrait: Maleficent Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Alice Pleasent Liddell Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: James Hook Character Portrait: Peter Pan
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Peter Pan

"Anything. Remember when it was us against the world?" His question was heartfelt, but split between two women. Half of the emotion was reminiscent of Wendy way back when, when for a brief of time, she was both his damsel in distress and warrior woman. Her weapon of choice was her way of words. The other half was directed towards his present relationship with Alice, whom was passing through Wendy's shadow with a wink.

Suddenly, the worst thing that could have happened, did. He winced slightly as Alice fell, for more than one reason. Wendy turned on her heels, that's it, the gig was up. Decision time has come a knockin' on his door, a decision he didn't want to make. Damnit!

"Oh, Hello Alice nice to see you, When did you get here?" Wendy asked and Peter couldn't believe his ears. Wendy barely flinched! His jaw dropped in disbelief behind Wendy, is he really this lucky?

"Yea, Alice. What brings you here?" His voice was full of astonishment, and he wasn't acting that. He scratched the back of his head nervously, holding himself back from tending to her wound.

Maleficent

The Raven flew through the window of the tallest tower unphased by the downpour. It landed on a golden perch ordained in beautiful jewels and diamonds. The room was barely lit, save for the roaring fireplace casting eerie shadows. The shadows danced provocatively with the flicker of the flame, but one shadow stood out from the rest. Its feminine figure stood from the glorious chair it was sitting in and walked over towards the bird.

"Hello, precious." She stroked its obsidian feathers endearingly. "What news do you have for me." Her tone was low and sultry as her blue eyes stared into Diablo's black eyes. The images the Raven contained reflected in its eyes, and in turn, reflected with in Maleficent's eyes. She watched the scene between Ember and James unfold as the Raven witnessed it.

"Interesting, who knew Hook liked his women bat shit crazy." She chuckled lightly to herself. "Go and find, Gaston, this will need a little bit of tact." A lazy wave of the hand and Diablo was off through the window again.

Maleficent is as powerful as she will ever be, though she will never be as powerful as she once was. And now seemed like the perfect time for sweet delectable revenge against Prince Phillip and the sweet little princess who defied her powers. The only problem was the three little fairy fucks placed a hell of a spell over their kingdom, activated with their lasts breaths. Feather Brooke is now safe from Mel ever having to enter, but not for long. All she needs is for one of them to lift the curse, an invitation, whether formal or informal, will lift the curse. This is where Ember comes in, though she's a few cards shy of a deck, she has an exquisite ability for manipulation.
All she needed was for Gaston to propose the idea to Ember. Maleficent didn't generally play nice with others.

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Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: James Hook Character Portrait: Zachery O'Brian Character Portrait: Chelsey Charming
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Mad Hatter

The Hatter's train of thought had seemed to run completely off the rails as in one moment he thought and pondered on his love for Alice and the next moment he was wondering why the colors were named what they where. But Zac was snapped back into the real world when someone crashed into him. Okay a little too dramatic, someone tripped over him. He looked around panicked, as if he would be attacked at any moment, only to find little Chelsey smiling cheerfully at him. In an instant, Zac was smiling brightly, "Why, hello princess, and good day." Raising his eyebrow a little at her, "A riddle huh? Why I don't tell riddles do I? I suppose it can't be helped, if a rooster is on top of a roof and lays an egg, which way does it roll? Why roosters don't lay eggs, hens do! There is no egg!" Zac paused for a second before his smile dropped, "Oh well, I suppose I should leave you time to answer... Ah, if i recall, you still haven't answered one of my riddles: Why is a raven like a writing desk?" he said tilting his head to the side. Alice hadn't answered that either, no one had really...






Captain James Hook

James could feel himself grow more cheerful and playful from each chug of alcohol he had, grinning as he tossed the now empty bottle and searched for more alcohol, grabbing the first bottle he found. "Isn't well guarded and loved by many... I must say, no one comes to mind." he admitted, "But the plan itself is brilliant, I'm sure it will work out splendidly." the last part was slightly muffled as he tried to open his new bottle with his teeth. After a slight struggle, he finally got the top off and he smiled triumphantly. Then turned his attention back to Ember, "I must admit I'm rather excited for this plan to progress." James took a big gulp from the bottle, giving a wide cheesy smile.

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Character Portrait: Maleficent Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Alice Pleasent Liddell Character Portrait: Gaston LeGume Character Portrait: Mackenzie Alicia Aisling Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Abel Cheshire
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Peter Pan

Peter let go of Wendy so she could tend to Alice's wounds, as he had to hold himself back from running to her aid. Besides, he never really bothered to know where the first aid stuff was kept. It was generally Wendy's job to tend to his wounds, or it used to be.

His mind was racing, how the hell does he get himself out of this awkward situation? Having tea with a dying flame and an ignited one. was less than ideal. And the horrible lie that spilled out of Alli didn't leave much room for an excusable exit, not while the storm raged on. His only option was to excuse himself, but how? And did he really want to leave these two to their own devices? Not that Alli would delibrately sabatoge them, but an accidental slip?

"So what's the plan ladies? Wendy, you know I'm not into this whole playing host stuff." He said almost frantically. He wasn't lying, he really did hate the whole playing house thing, he found it incredibly boring. The room was shrinking, but he had to hold his ground, for now. His tactic, leave the ball in their court.

Mackenzie Alicia Aisling

Great, of course this is her luck. She's either been drugged and his having one hell of a trip or, well, there is no or. Now she's in god knows where with a funny talking lunatic, here's to hoping he's just a LARPER. She accepted his assistance and stood shakily on her feet, the heels of her black booties sinking into the gaps of the rocks beneath her feet. Mackenzie wearily used the gentleman for balance. She followed him to where ever he may lead her, at least until she reaches something recognizable. She hoped for asphalt and headlights, signs to the nearest hospital, but nothing of such familiararity crossed her path.

"So, Ever After, huh? What's close to Ever After, any bigger more recognizable counties?" Come to think of it, she can't think of a forest of this caliber so close to Los Angeles. Not that hiking was on her top ten activities of enjoyment. She pulled her brown leather jacket tighter around herself. "Do you have a phone I can borrow?" She asked meekly, so as not to upset the man. The last thing she wanted was to upset this guy, as he did seem a little off. Please don't let him hack me up into a million little pieces and bury me all over the forest.

Gaston LeGume

"Tell me more about my eyes." Gaston seemingly joked to the red head swooning over him on his lap. She giggled as her hands haphazardly groped the muscles in his arms and chest. However, Gaston was not joking, and truly wanted to hear more about himself. His self loving bliss was interrupted when Diablo's call rang in Gaston's ears. Icy blue eyes glared at the bird resting on the sill of an open window, satisfied that the wretched bird unhappy in the rain. Oh, how I will have you on a dinner plate one day. His Maleficent was summoning him, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect. This red head, as eager as she was to please him, would hold ill will against him for mixing pain with his pleasure.

"Off bar wench." The red head frowned before doing as she was told. "Good girl." Gaston then stood on his chair. "Ladies and gentlemen. I'm sorry to say, that I must take my leave for the night. Lefou will, as always, run the tavern in my absence." He could hear the boos and awes as was just about to jump from his makeshift soap box and it was music to his ears. "Oh, and a round of ale for everyone on me." He decided to award his pets for their proper responses.

He landed with a thud, though it was barely audible through the cheers and laughter. He then made his way to his room on the second floor. He locked the door behind him, no one would dare to bother him anyway, and then approached seemingly normal mirror.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to her grand hall." The metallic surface moved ever so slightly, like a disturbed glass of water. Sadly, it no longer reflected sinful features of Gaston, but Maleficent's room. He stepped through its liquid surface, slightly disoriented by the darkness that Maleficent kept her castle in.

"I have a most important job for you."

"I'm not your work horse, Mal." Gaston didn't even bother to turn and face her. He listened as the click clock of her heels drew nearer. He felt her hands forcably breach his shirt from behind him, the heat of her skin pressed against his back. Dagger like nails then tore into his skin slowly, the blood slowly seeped through his white shirt. Damn this woman, she knew how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh, but I promise it will be repaid upon your return. Just a small little favor." The mocking innocence in her voice clued him into the treat he was in for. He turned to face her, his hand wasting no time in finding her silky black hair. Mal gasped as he roughly filled his fist with those resentful strands and pulled her head back, exposing a vulnerable part of her body, her neck. It wasn't often she allowed him to have her in all his glory. The pain she inflicted on him was blissful, but to be the abuser, to her of all women, was truly magical. He pressed his lips to hers harshly, excited about all the horrible things he would do to her.

"Use the hand mirror, its on the table." He angrily let go of her as she doled out her directions, pissed at her for ruining the moment. "I need you to pay a visit to Cadwell, the queen of lunacy, and I need you to enlist her services. Its time for me to exact my revenge on the happy couple of Feather Brooke. I need Cadwell to have them lift the protection spell on Feather Brooke. As payment, I'll let her have some fun with Prince Phillip, but his life is mine, along with Aurora's. She can then do whatever it is a mad former queen does about the castle."

Gaston didn't ask any questions. He simply pocketed the mirror and took his leave. "Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to the maddest of them all."

((OOC: I don't care how Gaston appears with Ember, whether he's forced to knock on the door or automatically gains entrance within her lair/castle))