Non-Canon Illusions and Intrusions

Pretentious Pineapple said:

Things had been changing, since the demise of Bill Cipher. To those who knew of the demon, it was almost certain that this was for the better. That, certainly, whatever could come Gravity Falls's way could never be so horrible as the monstrosity that had wreaked havoc upon the small town could never compare to the beast with just one eye.

Arguably, they were wrong. In the eyes of one, mystical temptress, in any case.

Cipher was... A piece of work, she had to admit. He was certainly an entertaining creature, by every mean. Her own world's version of the one-eyed being was pathetic and weak, but Cipher showed usefulness. Truly unpredictable and insane by every definition most could think of, willing to do whatever it took to get what he desired. And admittedly, that was something that Mabel appreciated; admired, even. To her, it was nothing short of thrilling, not knowing the powers at play. Only knowing they were dangerous; oh, yes, that made it all the more thrilling. And this particular woman lived for nothing if not thrill, which, the one-eyed beast created. What Cipher did not know when they entered their deal, however, was the other thing that the damsel lived for.

Breaking beasts like him.

You see, it was not something that she made any active attempt to hide, but Mabel Gleeful was not a woman appreciative of being manipulated. Sure, she adored seeing others being used, but she much preferred to be the woman in charge. After all, the sense of satisfaction that came with watching the wills of her victims crumble was... satisfying. And while the company of others who felt the same absolutely elated her, she could only enjoy her playmates for so long before she got bored and had to spice things up, in her own way. But there was a difference, few knew, between her 'playmates' and those that tried to rule her. One ended with certain death, the other? A little more fun.

In any case, she felt no need to linger on her past conquests, as fun as it had been to deal with her parallel universe's devil. No, right now? She was far more interested in something else. A disturbance, of sorts, in the falls; not that it was exactly her right to care. She had vacated the town long ago, running off with her most recent fixation; a cute little less-literal devil known as Roman Torchwick that had proven himself to be a great deal of fun to play with. No, these dinky little falls were of little concern to her, but she certainly enjoyed the occasional return, with or without her boy toy, brother, crybaby triangle and colorful mute dragged along. If only to remind the town just who owned it.

Apparently, more than just those in the falls knew of such.

Nothing went unnoticed by her, here. So when an unknown figure entered the place, and through a portal nonetheless? Well, suffice to say the mistress of the town was quick to find out. And even quicker to arrive on the scene, a warm, pleasant giggle erupting from behind Toffee as the lizard noted not only a sudden shift in the tracker, but a feeling of something cold pressing lightly against his back.

"Well, well, well...." the owner of the laughter, which had finally faded to a complete halt, cooed in a silky voice. Casually, the figure sashayed her way around to Toffee's front with one hand placed on her hip, humming thoughtfully as she did.

"I can't say I was expecting visitors," she spoke with a hint of something like woe, flipping her long brown hair absently with a smirk that contradicted the wistful sigh passing her lips. "I must apologize. Had I known I would be graced with company, I most certainly would have cleaned up..."

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The sight of the tracker's sudden shift caused Toffee's eyes to peer around his back with a quirked brow, taking notice of her presence right away, though not saying anything as he allowed the female to saunter around to his front.

"Greetings. I take it that you are Mabel Gleeful, correct?" Toffee asked in a calm, relaxed manner despite knowing that this was indeed the damsel he'd heard about. "You may call me Toffee. I do hope I'm not intruding." He stated, his facial features remaining with an almost bored expression despite his polite words and tone of voice.

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"Hm? Oh, how terribly rude of me," the female spoke, shaking her head for a moment before glancing to Toffee with an almost predatory grin, she executing a respectful curtsy before resuming her tall and proud stance, hands rested calmly on her hips. "Please, no need for such formalities. Or shall I say lack thereof? I suppose those of the reptilian species have a different set of standards regarding courtesy than human folk," she mused aloud, not at all subtle in her insinuation that he was hardly being respectful as it were. Still... "In any case, you may call me Mabel," she declared with equal amounts of calm, appearing entirely indifferent despite that smirk she wore.

"...Toffee, hm?" she repeated, seeming to test the name on her tongue. "A peculiar name, certainly. Though, I suppose it's fitting enough, considering you seem to be a peculiar... individual," she remarked with faux interest, only to seem to dismiss the matter as a whole. It wasn't of importance to her in the slightest, really. Besides, she had something more important to address. "I assure you, your presence is far from intrusive. It is rather uncommon that we receive visitors, you know~ Tell me, what brings you to our humble little town? --Oh, pardon my manners; certainly we can discuss whatever matters you come bearing over tea. Please do follow me."

Little choice was given, for she was already moving away without so much as a glance back. If this were not a cue in and of its own, the cool blade of the knife that had settled against Toffee's back pressed against him harder, threatening to draw blood should he refuse to move or take too long.

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"Yes, a cup of tea does indeed sound quite refreshing." Toffee replied, his hands still cupped behind his back as he began to follow suit. "However..." Toffee began as his tail moved up and wrapped it around the hilt of the knife, casually grabbing it out of the air before dropping it onto the ground, the lizard not even glancing towards the blade as he did so.

"I'd suggest that you avoid threatening me in the future. I've come to hopefully strike a deal. You're well aware of them, after all, what with your past endeavors with that trilateral demon." Toffee replied, maintaining his calm demeanor as he continued to follow closely behind her.

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"It does, does it not?" she agreed without so much as a glance over her shoulder. "Tell me, do you take sugar or honey? I tell you, I've a brother, and he simply won't drink without a precise three teaspoons of honey," she hummed, shaking her head with a faint laugh, as though the concept amused her greatly. "Quite ridiculous, truly. Personally, I'm more for a cube of sugar or two. Ah, but perhaps you prefer neither. I forget some quite enjoy bitter things."

While her 'rambling' appeared pointless in nature, it was quite obvious there was some sort of hidden meaning to it. That much was clear from the faint edge to her voice alone, if not additionally by the fact she took joy in ominous notes. Whatever the case, she giggled warmly when Toffee advised against threatening him, the knife he had tossed aside ripping itself free of the ground and spiraling through the air around Toffee on it's way to Mabel, who caught it casually, twirling it cheerfully between her fingers as she walked.

"Threaten you?" she repeated with giddy disbelief, voice warm and sweet. "I would never. Such a silly boy you are to think I would even consider such," she dismissed casually, smiling briefly over her shoulder before turning forwards once more. Not far off was a tent, grand in whites and blues with a peculiar star- the same one she wore as a pendant -settled at the top. Upon arriving, she casually swept the knife out at the entrance, using it to push the curtain open. One may have been alarmed to see the fabric wasn't cut by the gesture... But a closer look showed just why.

The blade wasn't what made contact with the curtain. The hilt did.

No, Mabel Gleeful all-too-calmly gripped the blade of the weapon firmly through the action, a smile on her face as she gestured Toffee to enter, seeming to ignore the fact her very own trickle of crimson blood had started to paint her blade. "Please, come in. To keep you outside any longer would be simply barbaric."

Once Toffee had entered, the temptress followed suit, flipping the blade in her hand to instead grasp it by the handle once more. "Now, then. You mentioned some sort of deal? I can't say I know what 'trilateral' you refer to, but I suppose it's no matter. I do have a partner at the moment, and I can't say I typically deal with the crocodilian sort, but perhaps if you insist..."

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"I prefer my tea black, if it's not too much trouble." Toffee replied, catching onto what Mabel was getting at. Toffee remained silent as they made their way toward the tent, only glancing downward slightly as Mabel proceeded to nonchalantly grip the blade by her bare hands, though he didn't seem to show any immediate concern at the sudden mess of blood.

"I'm a lizard, not a crocodile." Toffee pointed out, gripping the knife and cutting off his left hand, the entire hand growing back in a matter of seconds. "Though, I can see the confusion." He stated before taking a seat in a nearby chair. "Now, you may continue play coy with me, but I assure you I am no fool. Excuse me for being blunt, but I'd like to cut the chase, if you don't mind.​

You see, I am aware of the Murder Game which took place in the alternate dimension's Gravity Falls, which was ran by Bill Cipher. I am aware that both you and your brother had a hand in it, along with the thief named Roman Torchwick. I am also aware of Bill Cipher and his untimely defeat at the end of the ordeal. I wish to run one of these events myself, though I'm afraid I require... assistance in doing so. I assume that you know where I am going with this."

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"Ah, I see. You prefer the darker variety of things, then. I can certainly appreciate such," she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully before shrugging it off. "In that case, do have a seat. I'll fetch some straight away," the female assured, though she made no move to so much as turn away from the lizard man. Even when he did comply and sit down. Instead, she snapped her finger, the dagger in her hand licked up by blue flames that quickly vanished right along with the blade itself. In the air, similar flame appeared, bringing a kettle into existence. The flames lingered this time, right up until the pot began to steam and the female cheerily snatched it from the air. Without effort, she poured the contents into two intricately crafted cups, settled on either side of the table; almost as though company had been expected.

With that, she allowed the flames to steal the kettle away and glanced down at Toffee with sweet grin, even as he took a knife off of the table and his removed his hand. "Oh, dear. Forgive me, I should've known; Lizards possess far more charm. It should have been a giveaway. Alas, I suppose it slipped my notice. For that I apologize most sincerely." Apparently, she didn't really care to address the fact he had removed his hand. However...

"...In addition, I will request you not misuse the silverware."

It was not silverware, that much was certain. Still, there was a dangerous edge to her tone as she uttered her alleged request. There was a lack of anger or anything of the like, just a threatening air about it. But as quickly as it came, it vanished, and she instead seemed almost disappointed, a pout settling on her lips as her eyelashes fluttered momentarily. "Fool? Oh, my dear Toffee, I hadn't considered categorizing you as such a thing for even a fleeting moment," she purred, shaking her head with sadness. "Allow me to dissuade you of such notions straightaway. Now then, as for your proposition, so we may... 'Cut to the chase', as you requested." And suddenly the sadness was gone, a smirk that could only be described as exploitative replacing the pout as an eerie glow came to her pupils, enhancing their unnaturally bright blue hue.

"It would certainly seem someone's done their research~" she cooed, almost seeming amused by this. "Please, do help yourself to your glass." As she encouraged him to do so, she reached over the table to a small container in its center, procuring two sugar cubes and flicking them carelessly into her own cup. With that the drink was lifted to her lips, where she sipped it calmly without any seeming care about the fact she was leaving his words unanswered. But after a few moments she set it back down, her gaze never having left him even through the action. "So. If you truly wish to be blunt, as you claimed, you wish to enlist my services as your underling, undoubtedly to carry out duties that could be classified, in simplest terms, as your 'dirty work'," the seductress haplessly rattled off, tilting her head afterwards. "So, allow me to cut to the chase, in turn, if you would. What, precisely, will my services be rewarded with, should I accept to partake in this endeavor?" she queried with what seemed like genuine, innocent curiosity, leaning right up in Toffee's face with elbows rested on the table to support the position.​

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"Of course. In exchange for your services, I shall give you--"
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Blacksmith said:

"Not to mention my well-spoken, monochromatic reptilian friend that we're kind of a matched set nowadays."

The snap of a lighter followed by a heady scent of rich nicotine filled the air. The voice itself, light-hearted for all the age that it had been, since seen in company. He had done pretty much what he promised himself he'd do-no more end-of-the-world schemes, no kowtowing, no dream demons or any other kind of demon really. The exception in his life extended to the woman in fish-net stocking across from Toffee as the man walked into view. No. Walk was far too tame a word. He strutted, cane swinging in hand that Toffee would recognize if he did his research as claimed.

Like Mabel, he kept his old sense of fashion because why change perfection? And as he regarded Toffee, Toffee would be free to regard him in turn. Roman Torchwick- former traitor, casino owner, still involved with Mabel Gleeful all that time since. He had a smile that better belonged on a fox that had seen an open henhouse, and hard eyes that twinkled with black humor. Making himself a cup of tea, his only added confectionery of choice was a drop of something he kept in a silver vial. A thick, reddish syrup as he stirred and sipped slowly. Not a noise coming from him till he put his saucer down and smirked.

And then he laughed.

"So what's a smart looking figure like yourself, trying to get into things that should be left alone? Mabel here adores the bloodshed, but me? I'm a born cynic by nature. What exactly do you seek in running this...Stupidity? Momma lizard didn't play enough Clue on game nights?"

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Toffee's attention would soon be taken away from Mabel Pines as a new figure entered the room. A figure he was all too familiar with. A man whom he had researched while going over the case file for the Gravity Falls incident. A man who would lie, cheat, and steal for power and money, disregarding anyone and anything in his path as he did so with little to no remorse.

Roman Torchwick.

Toffee stared solemnly at the thief, a deadpan expression on his face as he nonchalantly interrupted his conversation with the temptress, casually strolling into the room as if he owned the place. His charm and casual insults bounced right off the lizard as he stared on, only sipping his tea once he was finished talking. And, after a moment of silence, the lizard spoke up.

"I take it that you are Roman Torchwick. I am Toffee. Though, if you don't mind, perhaps you could use better manners before entering next time? They do cost nothing, after all. A simple knock would not have gone amiss." Toffee said, his stoney-faced expression matching his tone perfectly.

"In answer to your question, I seek one thing: A force known as malevolence. It is a natural occurring force throughout the multiverse, often brought on by feelings of hatred, despair, suffering, grief, greed, and selfishness. Though it cannot do much in small quantities, in large amounts, it can be used for many things.

That is why I wish to form a Murder Game. An event such as that would no doubt produce large amounts of malevolence. I will then proceed to harness that malevolence and use it to create dark magic, which will power a wand akin to the royal family's. You may not believe it, but magic is very real where I come from." Toffee would then raise his right hand, revealing his missing finger.

"It's how I lost this, after all."

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Raptor Jesus said:

"I take it that you are Roman Torchwick. I am Toffee. Though, if you don't mind, perhaps you could use better manners before entering next time? They do cost nothing, after all. A simple knock would not have gone amiss." Toffee said, his stoney-faced expression matching his tone perfectly.

"In answer to your question, I seek one thing: A force known as malevolence. It is a natural occurring force throughout the multiverse, often brought on by feelings of hatred, despair, suffering, grief, greed, and selfishness. Though it cannot do much in small quantities, in large amounts, it can be used for many things.

That is why I wish to form a Murder Game. An event such as that would no doubt produce large amounts of malevolence. I will then proceed to harness that malevolence and use it to create dark magic, which will power a wand akin to the royal family's. You may not believe it, but magic is very real where I come from." Toffee would then raise his right hand, revealing his missing finger.

"It's how I lost this, after all."

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Pretentious Pineapple said:

A sound caught her attention in the moments before Toffee could respond to her. Faint at first, but growing undeniably louder; closer. Footsteps, she immediately determined, right alongside just who they belonged to. Oh, yes, it was as clear to her as the sun painting the sky on a cloudless day. In her profession, she could easily identify a woman by her cough and a man by his pants. Or, in this case, footsteps.

And this particular man was met with a sedulous sigh as he strode into the room, the owner folding her arms neatly and firmly against her lower bosom, one eye lazily closing as she regarded the male with a pout set in stone.

"Didn't I instruct you stay behind, love?" she complained, with something seeming almost like boredom or wariness, as though dealing with this particular man was a tedious task. But one hand raised to her chin in thought as she seemed to ponder something, tapping it idly. "Or perhaps it slipped my mind and my instructions left to Will only regarded keeping brother in line, not yourself. Ah, I suppose it's of no matter," she mused to herself before shrugging it off, hands almost lackadaisically extended to her sides through the gesture. Despite the implication that she had meant for her demon companion to restrain Roman from accompanying her, she seemed rather casual about his appearance. Her pout even diminished in favor of a Cheshire grin as she let one hand fall to her side and the other went to her waist, both eyes open and apparently dismissing Toffee in favor of her favorite toy for the moment.

"...However, since you are here, I will request you refrain from inconveniencing my guest. Please." Something about the word didn't seem right, the way it rolled off her tongue in a purr seeming much more demanding, dangerous and... sultry??? Than it should have. It was also rather obvious that she had used the word 'my' with purpose, the avoidance of 'our' quite obvious, as though this were hers alone. Just as she considered, well, everything to be. Yet she continued without a second thought, eyelashes fluttering as she gesticulated fleetingly to the lizard man with flourish. "I shan't have this lovely squamate's request, or feelings of comfort amidst his stay, disrupted by such a roguish display. I ought to discipline you for this ridiculous intrusion..."

"Count yourself blessed I'm feeling generous."

With that out of the way, and a flip of her long dark locks, the female once again fixated her gaze upon Toffee, fully intending to respond to her first matter of interest. Buttttt instead, it appeared that, as expected, Roman's intrusion had brought about an unwanted, typical motive monologue. She could have just as easily read this in any of the boundless novels in her library, or found it in the most common knockoff film. Still, she endured it, though she made no attempt to mask her occasional glance down at her nails until he had, she deduced, finally finished. At which point, she sprung back to life, her smile almost sickly sweet as she tilted her head at him.

"Oh, you simply innocuous little thing! You wish to harness malevolence so you may resume 'flipping the bird', hm? A valiant quest, I must say. Oh, but certainly you've further plans than that, no doubt. No matter, it's hardly my place to intrude with inquiries as to what your personal little quest is. Isn't that right, dear?" she remarked, shooting Roman a fleeting, sharp look, her smile a silent assurance he should not contest her. As quickly as it was delivered, though, her gaze returned to Toffee, and she all too happily resumed her invasive position. "So. Tell me, darling; let us say that I follow your little plan. The grovelling, incompetent, oblivious little lambs are herded and penned for your harvest as you please. You spread your pretty little misdeeds, strike terror into the hearts of many.... Etcetera~!" she exclaimed with a giggle that was nothing short of giddy, one hand gesturing outward and sweeping to the side before she brought it back to her chin, grin impossibly widening. "What then? What renders this little endeavor worth my time? I'm waiting, and as my acquaintance here could assure you, I'm not fond of waiting."​

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Toffee only watched as Mabel spoke to Roman, taking note of her rather..... possessive nature, for lack of a better word. Toffee also kept an eye on Roman as well, he was hard to read and even harder to trust, but even still, Toffee figured that he could have his uses.

"Well, in exchange for your services, I will grant you a portion of the malevolence. I'm certain that a woman of your... admirable skillset could find uses for it. Though, what I have planned will require your brother's involvement as well." The lizard then turned to look at Roman as he stood to the side and smoked his cigar. "As for you, I will require a man of your expertise as well. Though, I'd assume that you'd be interested in a more... physical reward than malevolence, correct?"

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What a good little boy... She'd have to reward him, later, should he continue to behave so well. In the meantime...

"...Ah, I see. How interesting," Mabel uttered, seeming almost distant as she spoke. Not for a lack of interest in Toffee's offer, entirely, but rather? The sound of Roman's cane, her smirk seeming to widen and her eyes locking with his after the words were spoken. With a subtle glint of knowing amusement, she bit her lower lip, not breaking eye contact with the thief even as she spoke again. "I must say, your offer is most gracious. I would be simply delighted to offer my services as your... underling."

While she didn't care for the word, she also didn't care for beating around the bush with this particular exchange. Still, it was difficult not to sneer as she uttered it, but as it were she really held no personal interest in what had been offered to her. Malevolence was something she did not care for even remotely, nor did she care for being a servant to another's wills, unless it were under her own... less orthodox, conditions. No, her reward was ever the same as it seemed to be with any particularly murderous or disruptive endeavor she went on.

Roman Torchwick's pure, unadulterated disapproval.

Speaking of which, it appeared that Toffee was sticking his scaly snout where it didn't belong, and the female had to fight a disapproving huff upon hearing his request for her partner's help. Instead, she simply turned her eyes to her right hand, where she casually coiled and uncoiled a strand of dark hair around her pointer finger with disinterest. "Please, my dearest reptilian; you needn't concern yourself with my pet's desires. His services shan't be something you need fret over providing for, I assure," she spoke in the male's place, leaning back away from where she had shamelessly gotten in the lizard's space. Heh. If Roman's disapproval of her accepting the deal wasn't enough, he was sure to be quite miffed by the denial of a reward. And she was gonna rub it in even further, her smile innocent as she tilted her head at her alleged associate. "Isn't that right, pet?"

Heh, heh. Anyways. Turning back to Toffee, she sobered up, if only slightly, tone remaining pleasant and calm.

"Nor should you worry over brother. I'm certain he'll be simply overjoyed to partake in your... Now, what did you call it? 'Terror time'? 'Slaughter scheme'? 'Death date'...? Ah, no matter. The point is it will be a pleasure for all parties, I'm quite certain. But all of that said, I do believe a key piece of deal striking- not that I'm any sort of professional -is the shake. Is it not?"

Expectantly, her hand was extended, eyelashes batted as she gazed at him with a smile. The offered hand was swallowed by flames - or, rather, surrounded. The blue-hued heat source danced about her almost eagerly, patiently waiting for the matter to be addressed.

"Shall we, then, hm?"​

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"Oh, please, the term underling sounds so derogatory. We are partners with mutual interests, I assure you." Toffee said with a small, coy grin before his usual stoney-faced demeanor soon returned as she proceeded to badmouth Torchwick. Toffee didn't care about their little pet game the two had, he had more important things to worry about after all.

As Mabel extended her hand, Toffee extended his as well as her hand emitted a blue flame. Though, as the two joined hands, something peculiar proceeded to happen.

As they shook hands, a dark ribbon proceeded to wrap around Mabel's arm as well as Toffee's. As this happened, Mabel would feel a strong energy course through her body, one which was unlike anything she'd felt before. Yes, as she did this, she could tell that her new partner was pure evil, even moreso than Bill Cipher. Yes, whoever this Toffee figure was, he truly had no soul.

Darkness in its purest form.

As Toffee released her grasp, the ribbons evaporated out of thin air, and Toffee smiled and nodded to the both of them. "Well, I suppose that it is settled, then. Do either of you have any further inquiries about our little deal?"

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Pretentious Pineapple said:

While she didn't care for the word, she also didn't care for beating around the bush with this particular exchange. Still, it was difficult not to sneer as she uttered it, but as it were she really held no personal interest in what had been offered to her. Malevolence was something she did not care for even remotely, nor did she care for being a servant to another's wills, unless it were under her own... less orthodox, conditions. No, her reward was ever the same as it seemed to be with any particularly murderous or disruptive endeavor she went on.

Roman Torchwick's pure, unadulterated disapproval.

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Pretentious Pineapple said:

Speaking of which, it appeared that Toffee was sticking his scaly snout where it didn't belong, and the female had to fight a disapproving huff upon hearing his request for her partner's help. Instead, she simply turned her eyes to her right hand, where she casually coiled and uncoiled a strand of dark hair around her pointer finger with disinterest. "Please, my dearest reptilian; you needn't concern yourself with my pet's desires. His services shan't be something you need fret over providing for, I assure," she spoke in the male's place, leaning back away from where she had shamelessly gotten in the lizard's space. Heh. If Roman's disapproval of her accepting the deal wasn't enough, he was sure to be quite miffed by the denial of a reward. And she was gonna rub it in even further, her smile innocent as she tilted her head at her alleged associate. "Isn't that right, pet?"

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Raptor Jesus said:

As Mabel extended her hand, Toffee extended his as well as her hand emitted a blue flame. Though, as the two joined hands, something peculiar proceeded to happen.

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Blacksmith said:

It was had in spades. Roman sighed inwardly, his posture one of resignation. There went his perfect record, away from that kind of shit. Was there something about him that attracted the egomaniacal figures, the world-conquerors? Did he look like a man who just screamed 'Personal Agent?' Good or bad, Coalition or otherwise- Everyone was the same. And now, they were going to get tossed back into the midst of it because his woman was a petty little bitch.




See? He threw Mabel an un-amused expression before heaving out a theatrical sigh, followed by a shrug. A flicker of a grin returned to his face as he put away the remainder of his cigar in a special container. Returning it to his jacket he said lightly.

"Meh, fleecing rich fools was getting boring anyway."

Besides, either way he knew he'd help her out. And if he went, Neo would and of course, Dipper boy would follow in his siblings wake. Sometimes you just had to go with the flow.






But even so, in his head, Roman cursed the gods above and below. An opportunity for questions however would not be wasted as he spoke with a gesture.

"Anyone else involved in this caper we need to work with?"

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"Yes, well as I stated before, I will require the assistance of Mabel's brother."

Toffee tapped his finger against his chin for a moment, as if in deep thought. "Dipper, I believe his name was. This will require him as well. If you two require anything else to aid you, simply let me know and I shall see it done."
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Pretentious Pineapple said:

"...Hm. Of course we are," the Gleeful agreed, quaintly. But of course, the opposite was true. There was no interest shared between them, not in what he had described. Certainly, partaking in another Murder Game could prove entertaining for some amount of time. The suffering of others did entertain her, after all, as did the prospect of the slaughter. But as all flames did, even that fun would flicker and die, especially when it was being attained under the beck and call of another.

Still. Certainly this would prove interesting, if only for a short while.

"I couldn't agree more," she added in regards to Torchwick, emphasizing the end of the statement by firmly clasping Toffee's hand. As the ribbons of darkness coiled around her, the flames flickered likewise, extending themselves to Toffee's arm as well. There was a clear, unhinged glee in her brilliant blue orbs as the darkness and cold enveloped her, her smile broadening as she relished the thrilling feeling of dark emptiness that reminded her just what she lived for--

Ah. His hand had pulled away from hers, and she likewise did not linger, drawing back to her chin with a longing sigh. "Inquiries, hm?" she echoed, one of her particularly well manicured nails tapping her cheek absently. Had she intended to speak further, she opted to wait until Roman was finished, tsking with mild disappointment thereafter. "A fair query, but please do refrain from such intrusions in the future. I can only be so lenient with you, and I thought you prided yourself a gentleman. Have you not heard of 'ladies first'?" she quipped rhetorically, only to instead resume seeming to ignore him. "In any case, I suppose the only question I seek to raise is as follows..."

A glow came to her right eye as she peered down at Toffee where he sat, an innocence to her gaze that was betrayed only by the dark, seductive tone with which she spoke the words.

"When shall we begin~?"​

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