[ He chuckles. ] I know because they came here after my shop did. The items in my shop come from my world. These items are neither native to that land or Mandalus. They have a ... different feel to them, I suppose you could say.
[The Major hasn't made a fuss about it. Even in the world she's used to, she didn't always wear it. More often than not it was tucked away safe in her apartment, or in her locker at work if they were out on a case. She couldn't risk it being damaged, after all everything else she had, everything she was, was well, ultimately replaceable. New limbs, a whole new body if necessary, a new cyber-brain to house her memories. Even those down be downloaded and rebooted now, to some degree
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[ Mr. Gold smiles at the woman as she walks in. She is certainly from a background of justice, that much is easy to see. He puts his hands on top of the glass display case in front of him. Oh, she very much is looking for something. If that something is in his possession now or yet to show up is something else entirely. ]
I see that you are here looking for something. [ He waves his hand to dismiss any comments that could be made about his. ] That something is from your home, yes? It's possible it could be here.
[She's never been all that happy that she's so easy to read, but she wasn't about to pretend she was anything but herself at the moment. If what she wanted was here, then she was leaving with it, one way or another. It was probably going to be fairly difficult to arrange- the place didn't exude a feeling of helpful friendliness, not even if the proprietor was more than keen to be helpful.]
Doesn't everyone come here looking for something they've lost? I thought that was the nature of your invitation. Things... turn up here. [And so saying, she starts looking through the display cases, trying to find that one, small item.]
Maybe you've seen it. A silver watch? Oval face. The back is... there's a date, on the back.
[ In her defense, there tends to be only one reason why people come to his shop. Either deals in magic or deals for their items from their long lost homes. It's simply a matter of math to figure out what one the mysterious purple haired woman was looking for. ]
Not everyone, but enough of them for it to matter. [ He smirks at her wit. ]
I have several watches here, my dear. Although... I may have seen the one you are describing. [ Taking his cane, Mr. Gold walks over to another display case. He reaches into it, pulling out a display rack with several watches on them. ]
[The angel folded his hands together as he looked at the camera.] I see. Where is your shop, Mr. Gold? I believe there are some items I would be interested in procuring if they are available.
It is located in Old Town. A quaint little place a few blocks from the docks. [ He makes a gesture to the area around him. ] If it is here, then we will see what deal can be struck.
[And Rumple? He really is there shortly. Like twenty seconds later there is a man standing in your shop. Tall, dark-haired, with a serious expression and a rumpled suit, over which he has a trenchcoat. Both are immaculately neat, but look windblown. Even his tie looks like it's gone through a hurricane.]
[He looks around with intent blue eyes that seem to see everything, before he focuses on the man in front of him. His eyes narrow.] You are quite powerful, to hold all these items.
[ That is... well, surprising. He'll chalk it up to magic and just have to investigate this one further. At the comment, Mr. Gold lets one of his old smiles show. The impish one. The one where it's hard to tell exactly who and what he is and why he does what he does. ]
I collect items of power. [ Which isn't necessarily a lie. He does. ] However, it seems not all these items hold a power that I'm interested in. They'd do far better in the hands of their owners than they ever will me.
[ All this time, he knew that it was there, within that little shop. It wasn't going anywhere so while he was unnerved that it was taken from him, he did not seek it out. It was safe. It was not in danger of being taken. The only ones who would even recognize it would know better than to try to take it too. And he could easily do his job without it of course. It was not absolutely imperative that he go to collect the scythe.
Not until now that is.
As the twinkling sound of the bell chimed when the door opened, a set of footsteps punctuated by the sharp tap of a cane could be heard soon after. The collar of his long black coat was turned up, a white scarf wrapped loosely around Death's neck. A gloved hand reached up to dust snow from his shoulders as his gaze roamed the interior of the pawn shop. His expression betrayed nothing of what was going through his mind. Merely the calm, blank look of an uninterested gentleman. ]
[ As impish and devious as Mr. Gold was, he always took care of the items in his shop. From Storybrooke, the Enchanted Forest, or other worlds, he made sure they were cared for and in the best condition he could manage. That included the scythe that had found it's way into his care. He had placed it on the wall, for all to see, that way it's proper owner could find it with ease.
Imagine the amusement that he had when a man in black with a white scarf walked into his shop. He could tell it belonged to him. There was a certain aura that came from the scythe that matched the stranger perfectly. That was one of the glorious things about having magic. ]
What you're looking for can be found there. [ He pointed to the wall with his index finger, his thumb pointing out, a rather impish smile on his face. ]
[ The slight arch of his let eyebrow was as close to a reaction as the shop owner would see from him. His gaze followed the direction he pointed at even though the Horseman knew the precise location of the object question already. He knew even before he stepped trough the door.
With neither a word or further sign of acknowledgment otherwise Death took the few strides necessary to bring him to the object in question. He knew the imp would be watching him but he cared little of this. His property was taken from him and was in the hands of another. Another living being that lacked the common sense to show resect when it called for it.
A gloved hand reached out, fingers curling carefully around the handle.
[ To be fair, Mr. Gold rarely showed respect to anyone. There was hardly a point in actually being offended by it. From Queens, to Kings, to other magical beings? Mr. Gold hardly cared about how he would offend them. There were a certain few, of course, but none of them were in the shop at that very moment.
He watched with mild interest. Once the stranger had the scythe in his grasp, Mr. Gold stood to his full height and gripped onto his cane. What was interesting about this exchange was the reaction the stranger had to his scythe. Oh, it was very obvious he was some archetype of a grim reaper. Even a child could see that. ]
I may have your "stuff." It remains unseen if what item is yours has found it's way into my little shop. That is why I asked for you all to come and claim it.
I've got my lunch break in about fifteen minutes. [Which she was going to use to go window shopping, buttttt the mystery of having something from home is too tempting.] Where's your shop located?
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[ aka: MAGIC. ]
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[The Major hasn't made a fuss about it. Even in the world she's used to, she didn't always wear it. More often than not it was tucked away safe in her apartment, or in her locker at work if they were out on a case. She couldn't risk it being damaged, after all everything else she had, everything she was, was well, ultimately replaceable. New limbs, a whole new body if necessary, a new cyber-brain to house her memories. Even those down be downloaded and rebooted now, to some degree ( ... )
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I see that you are here looking for something. [ He waves his hand to dismiss any comments that could be made about his. ] That something is from your home, yes? It's possible it could be here.
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Doesn't everyone come here looking for something they've lost? I thought that was the nature of your invitation. Things... turn up here. [And so saying, she starts looking through the display cases, trying to find that one, small item.]
Maybe you've seen it. A silver watch? Oval face. The back is... there's a date, on the back.
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Not everyone, but enough of them for it to matter. [ He smirks at her wit. ]
I have several watches here, my dear. Although... I may have seen the one you are describing. [ Taking his cane, Mr. Gold walks over to another display case. He reaches into it, pulling out a display rack with several watches on them. ]
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It is located in Old Town. A quaint little place a few blocks from the docks. [ He makes a gesture to the area around him. ] If it is here, then we will see what deal can be struck.
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[And Rumple? He really is there shortly. Like twenty seconds later there is a man standing in your shop. Tall, dark-haired, with a serious expression and a rumpled suit, over which he has a trenchcoat. Both are immaculately neat, but look windblown. Even his tie looks like it's gone through a hurricane.]
[He looks around with intent blue eyes that seem to see everything, before he focuses on the man in front of him. His eyes narrow.] You are quite powerful, to hold all these items.
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I collect items of power. [ Which isn't necessarily a lie. He does. ] However, it seems not all these items hold a power that I'm interested in. They'd do far better in the hands of their owners than they ever will me.
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[ All this time, he knew that it was there, within that little shop. It wasn't going anywhere so while he was unnerved that it was taken from him, he did not seek it out. It was safe. It was not in danger of being taken. The only ones who would even recognize it would know better than to try to take it too. And he could easily do his job without it of course. It was not absolutely imperative that he go to collect the scythe.
Not until now that is.
As the twinkling sound of the bell chimed when the door opened, a set of footsteps punctuated by the sharp tap of a cane could be heard soon after. The collar of his long black coat was turned up, a white scarf wrapped loosely around Death's neck. A gloved hand reached up to dust snow from his shoulders as his gaze roamed the interior of the pawn shop. His expression betrayed nothing of what was going through his mind. Merely the calm, blank look of an uninterested gentleman. ]
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Imagine the amusement that he had when a man in black with a white scarf walked into his shop. He could tell it belonged to him. There was a certain aura that came from the scythe that matched the stranger perfectly. That was one of the glorious things about having magic. ]
What you're looking for can be found there. [ He pointed to the wall with his index finger, his thumb pointing out, a rather impish smile on his face. ]
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With neither a word or further sign of acknowledgment otherwise Death took the few strides necessary to bring him to the object in question. He knew the imp would be watching him but he cared little of this. His property was taken from him and was in the hands of another. Another living being that lacked the common sense to show resect when it called for it.
A gloved hand reached out, fingers curling carefully around the handle.
It felt at home within his grasp. ]
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He watched with mild interest. Once the stranger had the scythe in his grasp, Mr. Gold stood to his full height and gripped onto his cane. What was interesting about this exchange was the reaction the stranger had to his scythe. Oh, it was very obvious he was some archetype of a grim reaper. Even a child could see that. ]
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You have our stuff? [Her tone is one of incredulous-ness. No wai.]
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