<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Body is in Northern Continent, Russian province; Consciousness is inside Snow White's dreams<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreamwalking<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White</strong></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>This promised to be great fun. Rumplestiltskin found the door to Snow White's mind open, knowing she had to be asleep now, and easy prey. He slipped inside, and closed the door behind him, to ensure she could not wake herself until he was good and ready to allow her.<br/><br/>Before he began his little dream theater, he examined her recent memories. No sense letting the opportunity to gather intelligence go to waste, after all. He walked along a corridor, with images of people of significance standing like suits of armor all along the stretching hallway. A man, handsome and rugged, but she felt no attraction to him, at least, not like she had for her beloved. Well, that didn't mean Rumple wouldn't kill him anyway. A lovely young woman stood frozen on the other side. Examining her, he found her shrinking down to the size of an insect. Curious. That could be troublesome if she managed to use that to sneak up at just the right moment. He might need to recruit a creature talented at hunting little pests. Good to know.<br/><br/>And there, at the end of the hallway, standing dead-center rather than off to the side, stood an unmistakable figure. "Maleficent." he grinned. It wasn't really her, of course, just Snow White's mental projection and memory of her. Not bad-looking at all, though Snow still held the title for Fairest of All. Besides, he would always have to be on his toes around Maleficent, it wouldn't do to share a bed with her. He would have to do something to limit her power if he managed to persuade her to his side. Otherwise she would have to die like all the others who refused to bow. He almost looked forward to seeing her try, she would truly prove to be the ultimate challenge. Defeating her would echo all across the world and convince everyone everywhere to fall in line. He did not share Maleficent's taste in humans, either. All other beings were equally inferior to him in his eyes, and as long as they acknowledged and accepted their place, that was good enough for him. Her desire to wipe the humans out was rather antithetical to his rule over the world's population. Well, that seemed to preclude the possibility that they could get along when he came knocking on her door. She would have to give it her all to have any hope of coming out on top, but even then, she would likely be so weakened that Snow and her allies might stand a chance of finishing her off afterward. Really, the best outcome of all for Snow would be for Maleficent and Rumplestiltskin to go head-to-head.<br/><br/>A few of the other figures in the hallway revealed what Snow had learned or already knew about them, and he thanked them for their cooperation before evaporating the entire scene, leaving his own projected form in a blank, white canvas of a space. Rubbing his hands together, he went about constructing an alluring dream environment for Snow, an appropriate venue for him to make his formal introduction to her. He would recreate the wedding ball from her bridal day, reinforcing his intention to make her his. But also, he would appear as excessively regal, with no false pretenses about how his ambition for domination beyond anything that had ever been achieved. A fur-trimmed cape over a blend of kingly silks and golden armor, and a crown-helmet hybrid befitting a warlord emperor announced to all the party guests his unmistakable status as High King. He made it a point, however, to skulk about the ballroom, watching Snow from afar, hiding from her view as he witnessed her fear and confusion.<br/><br/>Suddenly everyone halted, and began to raise their goblets in a toast. His footsteps echoes throughout the ballroom as he took the center, everyone bowing at the knee and lowering their gaze to the floor as he passed by. He downed his massive goblet slowly, with a look of serene relish, as if he was supremely unconcerned about how long it would take to finish, it would end just the same, the way he dictated. He finished, belching loudly with another echo, and tossed the goblet aside carelessly, striking a serving wench in the head, but she dared not react beyond spilling her own goblet a little as she trembled. He turned to face Snow, removing his head covering. "My lady." he curtsied mockingly.<br/><br/>"This is a rather nice kingdom you've got here. It will look so much better when I get through with it. With you at my side, and our children tormenting the peasantry and fighting each other over what parts of the world they wish to claim for their own, oh, what a lovely future we have to look forward to." he outlined his intention as he slowly approached her. "I ran into your little friends on my way here. Not a bad bunch, very talented and worthy of legend in their own right. I'd hate to have to slaughter the lot of them for being loyal to you. Except Maleficent, of course, she'll be troublesome for us both. But even though she didn't align herself with you, I'm certain she and I will come to blows. I'll bring you her severed dragon head as a wedding gift." he conjured an illusion of said severed dragon head in his hand before turning it into black dust and blowing it away.<br/><br/>"But enough business, time for pleasure." he snapped his fingers, and the guests all stood back up, making their way to the edges of the ballroom floor, leaving the majority of the floor empty for the two of them to dance. He put a hand up, and puppeted her mirror-image hand to mimic his action. "This is your dream, but I've got the power here. Just like everywhere else, dear. Best you learn that now and make the right decision when you see my armies marching towards your castle. He levitated closer to her, lacing his fingers with hers in their raised hands, and wrapped his other around her waist. His cold eyes stared directly into hers, his closed-mouth smile almost demonic, and shuffled his feet, with hers moving likewise. Music began to play and the women at the ball began to vocalize, though without words, simply adding to the melody. "I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person. But...I don't think I'm patient enough to wait for our wedding night to consummate our vows." he grinned wickedly, and licked his lips like a predator anticipating bringing down its prey.