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[happilyneverafter]

Once upon a midnight dreary, as the whispering of something O so eerie, comes a rapping, comes a flapping, from the front door. An unwholesome green glow the wood does limn, though without even a crack does the noise come in, growing louder, growing prouder, across the floor.

With a sudden feathered flap, and a thundering clap, a raven is seen unfurling into a queen (whose usual vices for leather and silk, have been transformed into a commoner's ilk).

"Oh no, my dear. We can do much better."

With a barely repressed sneer she picks at the skirt; a little more leather could never hurt. And so, with a snap, and a swirl of black smoke, the ribbons and velvet are replaced with a cloak; deep as night, black as thought, with a form-fitting dress underneath, as one ought.

She sits, one heeled boot on a rung; and with eyes crying mischief, she looks for some fun.



[OoC: Couldn't resist the opportunity to have the Evil Queen around for some mischief. Want an evil witch to mess with your pups? Regina has no qualms doing so, any and all effects completely temporary of course. I am reachable on AIM as LordoLorien for any questions. Let it be noted that Regina won't mess with your pup without explicit permission - she can be civil, and I'm A-OK with an easy conversation thread. But if you're looking for an opporutnity to be mean to your pup, she's just the magic-practicer to facilitate it. >:D

Open foreverrrr, subject to slowness because my laptop is a piece of junk.]

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[forgottenmotley]

"Oh. Nice trick!" the Fool calls out from his position sitting on the bar. His hat is tilted back so that light should fall on his face, but it doesn't quite and his walking stick is resting across his knees.

"Can you do something else?"

[happilyneverafter]

"Do I look like a common magician to you?"

Her obsidian eyes bite like a venomous snake. He himself looks like a pauper, and she is as of yet still unaccustomed to how few people quake and bow in her presence.

[forgottenmotley]

He laughs, bells following it, though as usual there are none visible and they're not quite heard by the ears.

"No, you look like an uncommon magician so there must be an uncommon trick from you," he says, smirking utterly undaunted by her hateful looks.

[happilyneverafter]

It's the sound of magic. A sound which this queen would recognize in any world. Something unnatural; something delicious. Ruby red lips drag amusement across her face.

"Perhaps you are right." Her voice is honey and rotting apples, sick and sweet. "And what would you care to see? Talking animals? Dancing brooms?"

[forgottenmotley]

It's quite unnatural, his laugh and the bells that follow. The smirk doesn't leave his face as he contemplates her, but his hat does fall back over his eyes, hiding them. He doesn't bother to push it up right away.

"Oh, but that's dull magic. That's every day magic. Surely you could do something more?" he says.

[missginnytonic]

"I'm rather impressed."

Said the short red headed woman a couple stools down sipping something out of a chalice.

[happilyneverafter]

"Then that makes you considerably more intelligent than most here." The Queen smiles tautly, as if she cannot expend the energy to widen it.

[missginnytonic]

"I like to think, I'm smarter then most. Why do they challenge your magic or simply doubt it?"

Shes amused but refuses to give the satisfaction of saying so.

[happilyneverafter]

"Don't we all, dear?"

But she is young. The Queen turns her dark eyes on her, a girl no older than she was when she lost something dear. Back then she thought herself wiser than most herself.

Back before it was true.

She sighs, "It seems they find it rather ordinary. Apparently, I am not to use my magic in this place to show them that they're wrong."

[missginnytonic]

"See, the thing is you have to do it in a way as not to hurt them or you get in trouble. I spent time in Cells before for turning someone in to a fly."

Ginny is wise like this. You get smarter about the fights you pick. Don't pick fights that will end up with them crying for help.

[52_dropoff]

Charlie, in his old costume because it seems like the right day for it, watching from the rafters. He rarely sees real magic in action, and it's fascinating.

[happilyneverafter]

Has she noticed the bat in the belfry? It's possible. It's even likely. But, as demanding as The Queen can be, she can be just as patient.

She watches the mass of costumed figures moving about the room, deciding at length whom will interest her the most. She waves her hand and a silver goblet appears, ruby studded, filled with red wine.

[52_dropoff]

Interesting. If not that much odder than the Bar creating wine.

"Excuse me. When you do that, do you have a specific vintage in mind?" Time to start asking questions.

[happilyneverafter]

(OoC: I know it's been a huge delay, if you'd rather ignore this tag that's okay! I'm not promising I'll be super speedy from here on, but hopefully I'll at least be around. ♥)


"Of course. If you leave too much up to the magic, my dear, you could be in for an unpleasant surprise. And what use is magic if not for your pleasure?" She tilts her head back, knowing just where to look, and smiles. It crawls across her face as if on spindly legs.

[52_dropoff]

[ooc: I am quite happy to run with this!]

That smile is downright creepy. But the advantage of a faceless mask is that it never shows when you've been creeped out.

"I know some people who would tell you magic has a lot of purposes beyond pleasure."

[sidhe_king]

Regina is being watched.

Finvarra, in rare inhuman form with his habitual hoodie off and black jeans torn as his wings (jewel colored and shaped like a dragonfly's) flick. He knows what kind of magic this Regina has--he can feel it, can all but taste it on his tongue, caged behind a pixieish face and pointed teeth as he perches on a chair.

"A raven. How...usual."

[happilyneverafter]

"Oh, dear me. I didn't realize I was being called upon to impress," she sneers, the curl of her red lips in contrast to the gentle laughter in her eyes. She's an attractive woman, made ever more so by the power she possesses; a contradiction of what looks good, but feels, deep in your bones, wicked. "But, if you insist."

It doesn't take much. The narrowing of her eyes, the subtle flex of her fingers. The chair Finvarra is perched upon begins to creak, quickly twisting in serpentine knots of living, mischievous wood. It reaches for him.

[sidhe_king]

He practically leaps off the chair--but if Regina's paying attention, the movie is far too graceful to be borne of panic or unsuspecting surprise. There's a faint laugh on his lips as he lands on the floor silently, cocking his head at her. She's attractive enough, and regal, that he can tell.

"A Queen, then," the fae murmurs, as if in conclusion to a silent argument.

[happilyneverafter]

It only seems to delight her. She chuckles, a warm cackle as if by water splashing over stones, earthy and low. Her smile is vivid, and not simply for the sanguine color of her lips. All attempts at magic cease, as a parley of respect to an opposing noble.

"And a prince?" she questions, fully aware that his position might in fact be higher than that. She mustn't be too eager to ascribe more than what is due, of course.

[sidhe_king]

He laughs, and bows to her, albeit not low enough to give her leverage were she to turn violent. "A king, lady," he says, eyes lighting up as if the midnight blue were backlit by a star.

"Finvarra, High King of the Daoine Sidhe," Finn introduces, standing back up to his full height. "It has been a great while indeed since I have met one like you. Well met on this good night."

[havetubawilltravel]

That gets applause from Pinkie. She's far too used to slight of hand tricks after knowing Trixie for so long. "Can you pull a coin out of my ear?"

[happilyneverafter]

Queen Regina hasn't attracted a talking animal in so many years that their presence is usually something she attributes to her fair stepdaughter. This would normally stoke her rage, but ... she likes horses.

The pink pony is slowly appraised; the Queen's expression is one of shock and curiosity. "My, my. And they say I have a loud sense of style."

She smiles slowly, and it is not altogether nice. "Are you always a pink pony?"

[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie naturally takes this as a compliment. "Thanks!" she grins. "Bar made it herself!" She twirls around, grinning hugely. "Since the day I was foaled!" She eyes Regina. "Were you always a lady?"

[happilyneverafter]

She arches an eyebrow, lips pinching and tilting into a smile. "No. Once, I used to be a girl. An ordinary girl, without magic."

Once, once upon a time. "Bar made what herself?"

[havetubawilltravel]

"Oooh! Pinkie remarks fecklessly. "I bet you're really glad you're all super-magicy and stuff now!

"Me!" Pinkie answers enthusiastically. Which is totally an answer, Regina, trust her.