<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBvOdd0aVzQ5o8klcs8Qlxi6Hms9Fphv3RtbsDiiHpTc_chAQptQ)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Real World<br/><strong>Current Objective(s):</strong>Await the arrival of his allies, seize power in this new city<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rumplestiltskin was no stranger to dimensional travel, having gone in and out of the odd magic lamp as a Djinn, so he knew when something was off. What did Snow White do? Damn her! Curse her! That dark-haired princess had pulled a fast one, and he ought to know, being the ultimate trickster.<br/><br/>His arrival in a dingy alley in the new world was a mixed blessing. The smell was fascinating, the noise even more so. But Snow White was nowhere to be found. He couldn't sense even a faint trace of her residual magic. But he also felt nothing emanating from his point of entry into the new land; he should have been able to feel his allies on the other side, readying their departure as well. But it was as if they did not exist at all!<br/><br/>He would force an explanation out of Snow White if he caught her, but for the moment he was feeling even more concerned. The trip should not have taken any toll on his magic reserves, but he felt a significant decrease nonetheless. Could it be this magic-free place was going to place unforeseen hardships upon him, and other mages? He almost laughed at the irony. What would Maleficent do when she arrived and found out? Oh, he would have fun with that.<br/><br/>A loud argument caught his attention and he turned to find what he would not recognize as a pimp and one of his working girls. The large man was roughing the small woman up, and though Rumplestiltskin had no personal qualms with this, he did not see the point in decreasing the aesthetic value of a perfectly good whore. He approached the man and got the sort of reaction one would expect for someone dressed in his bizarre garb. The pimp sized him up, determined he was not a physical threat, and issued a warning. "Unless you got green, boy, you best step the fuck off."<br/><br/>Rumplestiltskin did not understand this and made this plain. The pimp flashed a money clip full of bills and Rumple snorted derisively. "So if I am to understand this, you will relinquish ownership of this girl in exchange for...this." he made a motion with his hand and produced a hand fan of $100 dollar bills. The pimp did a double-take, as did the prostitute, but he then nodded.<br/><br/>"25,000 for this bitch. We got a deal, son?" he tried to play it cool but he was practically drooling. Rumplestiltskin smirked. He extended his hand. "Deal." As soon as his hand made contact with the pimp's, the pimp's eyes went wide. He dropped to his knees. He was apparently choking on something. He reached into his mouth and pulled out a $100 bill.<br/><br/>"Only 240 more to go. Too bad the rest are all rolled up. Good luck getting them out." Rumplestiltskin chuckled, watching the pimp eventually suffocate from the roll of money obstructing his wind pipe. "Now then, my dear, come along." he snapped his fingers. A metal collar and chain materialized around her neck and he yanked on it, forcing the horrified woman to follow him. "And in case you were wondering, women are better seen and not heard." he glared at her, warning her against saying anything out of turn.<br/><br/>It was only a few hours before he dragged his new 'pet' to the mayor's office after a few more colorful misadventures. A subtle threat here, a little bribe there, and a few white lies were all it took for the mayor to be involved in a scandal that never actually happened and leap out his third-story office window. Another election was to be held to replace him, and Rumplestiltskin, while not familiar with democratic politics, decided he liked the idea of people voting for their leader. Though, he still rigged the entire thing so that he was elected regardless of what people actually thought. Once he had seized the election, he set his plan into motion. Since he did not know whether he was simply stranded there with no support, he decided to cut off Snow White's means of escape and used a great deal of his power to erect a barrier around the city.<br/><br/>No one from outside the city would know it had ever been there. It was as if the place never existed. The people inside the city limits would similarly react as if there was no need to ever leave, nor think it odd not to call or visit relatives who lived elsewhere. Resources would replenish, eliminating the need for importing or exporting goods. But this was all a very sensitive glamor; someone like Snow White, who would be immune to it, could undermine it by trying hard enough to get the mesmerized populace to realize what was actually happening. But that would give away her location and he would be able to find and eliminate her. He decided to do things the simpler way; bide his time, enjoying being the unopposed ruler, and selecting a few bad apples from the bunch as his secret police, and attempted to have them scour the city and try to find Snow White. But for how long would he have to wait until someone else came through the mirror?<br/><br/>Six months passed, with no eventful occurrences. But soon...