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Oh, really? Mumsy is very proud of you!
A Peace Treaty? That won’t do. Anyway to get out of it?
Hm? -she looked over her- Can I help you, dear?
ooc: Got it! :D
Oogie stuck his snake tongue out. “Well, I have reason to be…” He looked her over, taking into account her thick mop of black hair and red dress. She looked rather ominous in the light but Oogie said nothing, still tossing the dice in his hand. “So, what brings ya here, other than trespassin?”
Gothel looked over her hands for wrinkles, not paying attention to what he was saying. Once she realized he had spoken, she said “What was that? Please don’t mumble… I hate the mumbling.” She knew he hadn’t mumbled, but it’s not like she actually cared.
Pascal growled to himself as Mother Gothel approached, but laid low and remained camouflaged to the ground beneath him. Althfough he wanted to give her a piece of his mind, he was still quite frightened of her, so he made sure he steered clear of her path.
Gothel heard a small growl as she was walking. It sounded very familiar. Could it be the little pet Rapunzel always had? What was is name again? Pascal? She examined the ground until she found a spot where that was just a little different. “If it isn’t the little frog!”
Calling him a frog just made Pascal angrier. Even though he’d been spotted, he remained camouflaged but snarled loudly, infuriated by Mother Gothel. Why did she always have to be such an annoyance to Rapunzel? He conitined snarling, hoping she would leave as quickly as she had arrived.
Was he really growling at her? She wasn’t scared of a little, whatever he was. Gothel couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, I’m so terrified!” She continued laughing as she shooed him away with her hands.
fine-now-im-the-bad-guy started following you
Oogie looked at the woman entering his lair and rolled his eyes. It seemed like every day now a new person came through his lair and left without a trace. Placing a hand on his hip, he tossed a pair of dice in his hand.
“Hello” he said reluctantly.Gothel glanced around at the strange place she was in. She found it tacky, her tower was much better. Her eyes caught sight of the creature in front of her. She arched her eyebrow. “Who are you?” She demanded.
“I could ask ya the same question” Oogie spat. The audacity of the woman! Coming into his lair and demanding who he was. He should be asking who she was. “But if ya must know first my name’s Oogie and you’re trespassin’ in my lair.”
“You can call me Gothel.” What kind of a name was Oogie? She crossed her arms. Trespassing? It’s not like she actually cared. “Well, someones a little angry..” She said in a mocking tone.
fine-now-im-the-bad-guy started following you
Oogie looked at the woman entering his lair and rolled his eyes. It seemed like every day now a new person came through his lair and left without a trace. Placing a hand on his hip, he tossed a pair of dice in his hand.
“Hello” he said reluctantly.
Gothel glanced around at the strange place she was in. She found it tacky, her tower was much better. Her eyes caught sight of the creature in front of her. She arched her eyebrow. “Who are you?” She demanded.
