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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 20, 2012 22:21:32 GMT -5
"Ah," he said, "Probably some fairy then. Dispensing her own form of justice. Come with me."
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Post by Karen/Vanessa Saltare on Jun 21, 2012 3:06:02 GMT -5
"Fairy..." Karen was slightly shocked at this, fairies were supposed to be the good ones weren't they? She nodded slightly, readjusting her crutches and following him. "There was an Angel." She said after a moment. "But he claimed he didn't put the curse on, that he was only there to enforce it."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 21, 2012 17:24:35 GMT -5
"Well, Fairies take it upon themselves to reward those that they think are good and punish those that they think are evil," he replied, opening the door to his house, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
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Post by Karen/Vanessa Saltare on Jun 22, 2012 2:15:33 GMT -5
Karen stopped short, looking at him in a mixture of confusion and horror. "Evil?" Her voice choked slightly and she turned away, hobbling through the door as she tried to understand what she had just been told.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 24, 2012 23:01:11 GMT -5
"They get it wrong a lot."
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Post by Karen/Vanessa Saltare on Jun 25, 2012 3:05:06 GMT -5
Karen turned to look at him. "But how do you know when they've got it wrong?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 25, 2012 15:21:04 GMT -5
He spread his hands in a shrug, "I try not to judge."
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Post by Karen/Vanessa Saltare on Jun 27, 2012 4:26:51 GMT -5
Karen looked away a moment. "You still never answered my first question, can you destroy them or not?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 30, 2012 11:11:09 GMT -5
"Have you tried yourself?" he asked
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Post by Karen/Vanessa Saltare on Jul 29, 2012 3:59:24 GMT -5
Karen froze, her eyes sliding over to him "Have I tried myself? Why do you think I am here? I have burned them, drowned them, smashed at them repeatedly and even had an old sorcerer cast a spell... I cannot destroy them myself." She said, her knuckles going white as she clutched her crutches tightly.
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