andres ♔ you're gonna catch a cold | from the ice inside your soul

[unhappily]

♬ jar of hearts - christina perri

WHO || Emma, Snow, Regina, Wynn. [closed]
WHAT || Wynn asks some of his Knights to investigate a strange matter on Andres Isle.
WHERE || Andres
WHEN || At the same time as this log ; mid-October
HOW || Actionspam

[ A few weeks into October, Wynn sends a message back to the castle asking Snow and Regina to make their way to the Isle, saying he has a small matter that bears investigation.  When they arrive at the castle, they're ushered by Woodhouse to a small parlor where he's waiting...  And moments later, their other mission partner arrives. :D ]

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[unlost]

[She's just going to swallow down the whole fact that there's a magical dagger involved in a case where Mr. Gold might be the culprit and focus on the...facts. /cough]

So they really can't control what's happening.

[At least that sort of confirms her theory.]

If they no longer have the dagger, then does Hasmed think these attacks should stop?

[uncurse]

I didn't want to risk futzing around with a dagger that could be causing explosions to wait and see what happened. [ Snapped sharply. She cools off when she looks at Snow. ] That's the idea. Without the magic of the dagger, this guy's probably just ... ordinary. We're gonna try to scry for him in case we're wrong.

But the dagger, it's — [ She waffles. Flounders, trying to muster the best way to explain this. ] It belongs to Gold.

[unhappily]

So he is behind this.

[unlost]

[Snow frowns, looking at Regina.]

Not necessarily.

[No really, how do they explain this.]

I don't think this is how it's supposed to behave. [Her frown deepens.] How is it even here? Shouldn't it have been left behind when he arrived here?

[uncurse]

We don't know.

[ She states that firmly. Whether it's Gold's doing or not, as far as Emma is concerned, remains unclear. So she holds her hands up to pause that line of thought. ]

It must have fallen through the Veil on its own. Hasmed has some ... theories, about why it's behaving like this. Let's just— [ She gestures behind her. ] He's getting set up to scry for the bastard that did this. We should get back.

[unhappily]

Maybe he'll be able to tell us where he got his hands on this in the first place.

[unlost]

[Snow just gives Emma a short nod.]

Let's go then.

[uncurse]

[ It takes her until they're approaching Hasmed's place in the castle to work up to breaking further news. As she pulls open the door, she notes, ] Hasmed thinks that if there's some kind of blood magic involved, the dagger's power may transfer. Get unstable. So whoever we're looking for is ...

[unhappily]

Extremely dangerous. [ don't sound so fucking excited regina. when they open the door, hasmed has the place set up with a giant mirror :'D aw yeah ]

[unlost]

[Snow seems to finally fucking catch on that Emma's discomfort is pretty intense (wis 22), but it's a little late for that as they all enter the room.]

Did you find anything else, Hasmed?

[eldritchweaver]

Not yet. I needed Sir Swan present before I began. [ he studies emma's face for a moment like wat, before gesturing them all over ]

[uncurse]

Me?

[ Emma bristles. ]

I don't know what I'm doing; I've never scried before.

[ But she's approaching anyway, looking rather like she's caught between a rock and a hard place. ]

[unlost]

[Snow's concern grows as she makes her way over as well.]

Does the spell require extra people?

[eldritchweaver]

I need your assistance in focusing the spell. It works best not only when we have one of their possessions at hand [ and he waves a hand, summoning a magical safe into the room, which he proceeds to open, and carefully remove ~the dagger~ from ] -- but when we have someone who has met the subject as well.

[unhappily]

Except she didn't meet him. Our expert tracker there lost his trail in the woods. She only found the dagger afterward.

[unlost]

[Snow looks REALLY CONFUSED. She looks between the three of them before her gaze settles on her daughter.]

Emma?

[uncurse]

I'm sorry. Until I brought the dagger to Hasmed, I thought it would be better if we never had to see him again. [ She turns to Snow, readily apologetic. At this point, the lie hurts too much to maintain, to look Snow in the face for, and she turns to look at Hasmed. ] Let's get this over with.

[eldritchweaver]

[ hasmed waves a hand over the mirror, intoning words in some snake like language. emma plz do a concentration check??? ]

[uncurse]

[ it was





an 8.

S-So IC. ]

[unlost]

[She has more questions, but clearly they need to wait if they're going to do this spell.

So she'll just watch. Silently. She does not look happy.]

1/2

[eldritchweaver]

[ you are useless, swan. hasmed frowns, but with the dagger gripped tightly in his hand, he at least manages to pierce the target's will save all by his fucking lonesome aight.

the mirror's surface begins to waver, and regina steps forward, curious. and idk. drawn to mirrors. ]

[fuckingneal]

[♬ i'm a mess - ed sheeran

At the bar is a man that they may or may not remember. He's about three fourths finished with the beer in his hand, glancing over his shoulder, as if he's not quite sure just how long he should stay here. It's that glance that show his face so plainly.

That internal debate seems to be resolved as he tips his hand to get the bartender's attention, ordering another beer. He's at least staying for one more round.]

[unlost]

[Snow catches sight of the man's face in the mirror, moving closer to make sure she's not seeing things.]

Neal!?

[uncurse]

[ What little concentration she had is broken by Snow's identification. Emma whips her head to the side, eyes widening to look at her. She knows him.

If she knows him, that means—

Emma's eyes squeeze shut, a slow acceptance the implications. As if something makes sense now. Shame settles in a moment later, and she turns away from the mirror. She's already spotlighted the features of the bar—she doesn't need to spy on him. ]

I'll go pick him up.

[unhappily]

[ now snow's getting a look like gurrrrl ] You know this man?