<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>Throne Room<br/><strong>Current Objective(s):</strong>Open the way to the new world<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snow White<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The moment had come. His invisible army had either avoided conflict with the battalions they passed on their way to the castle of Snow White, or taken them as easily as if they had been sleeping. Rumplestiltskin snorted with laughter when he thought how ironic it would have been if Maleficent had agreed to join them from the beginning, a sleeping curse from her could have achieved the same effect and he could have conserved a great deal of his own power for the upcoming confrontation with Snow White, keeper of the mirrors and his prized objective.<br/><br/>The meager castle guard remaining to defend the stronghold fell as easily as if they were made of cardboard; had he been alone, Rumplestiltskin might have actually used his power to do so, but it was so much more satisfying having his lowly minions slit throats or bash skulls in with their clubs. What was the point in having them if they didn't do the dirty work, after all?<br/><br/>WIth a flourish, he negated the invisibility spell as he strode into Snow White's den and revealed himself, and his sizable entourage, to her in case she was thinking she might be able to fight her way out. "We knocked." he began sarcastically, "No one answered. Quite rude of you, your Highness. One might question your upbringing and your royal manners." he smirked.<br/><br/>She was business as usual of course, never one for the playful banter he was so fond of. "I've come for your mirror, yes...and your fortune, your hand, your chastity...anything worth taking, really. My condolences about your husband, by the way. I always said he was never good enough for you. Couldn't even defend home and hearth properly, talk about a let-down."  he approached her, indicating with a finger for his men to stand down and wait. "My supporters, the ones whose names I bothered to remember anyway, are on their way. I know you've summoned help but I'm afraid they'll be arriving a bit too late for it to matter. Not that they could do anything anyway. I've not been this powerful since may days inhabiting the tiny prison I called home for hundreds of years." he ruminated on how far he'd come.<br/><br/>"But since you're so direct, let's get down to business. I want the Supreme Mirror, and I want it opened. Chop-chop, dearie. Unless you'd rather see the rest of your beloved friends and allies slaughtered. We're actually doing you a great favor, if you think about it. I and my minions simply want to leave this god-forsaken land of strife and conflict and find somewhere new, that a troublesome group like you and your allies won't be waiting to resist our efforts." he was now directly before her, reaching out to stroke her baby-soft cheek. If she were sensitive to magic power as most wielders were, the amount coming from him may have had a sickening effect.<br/><br/>"Don't make me ask again, fairest. Open the way and all the war, all the death, plaguing your kingdom and the rest, will be over. You can say you won, and be remembered as a hero." he turned his back to her, almost daring her to try something, feeble as the effort would be under the circumstances. "Or I can extract the knowledge of how to activate it myself from your severed head. It's up to you, really. But the clock is ticking." he made a few playful clucks of his tongue to simulate the sound.