[Jasmine was beginning to form a bad habit of wandering off on her own, trying her hardest to escape the eyes and ears of anyone and everyone. So many things weighed down her heart, so many horrible images flashed before her mind’s eye, so many nightmares plagued what little sleep she was able to acquire. It was too much for her to allow other
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Suddenly, her surroundings grew darker--but not immediately enough for her to notice right away--and it looked quite foggy from the smoke that would soon become Hades himself. The temperature didn't have to drop for things to seem cold.]
Is it crowded here or is it just me?
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Her blood ran cold; not from his presence, rather, from Mozenrath's words. Ask Hades. Whatever the reason he was here now, however, Jasmine couldn't help but feel an ill forboding.]
The stadium is empty.
[Save for them, but that was semantics. Sorry, Hades; Jasmine doesn't share your sense of humor.]
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[Clears throat and starts closer.]
Alright, so, princess--right? Nice title, by the way.
As I recall, you're friends with my sweet Meg. I'm sure you've noticed by now that the little bundle of joy hasn't been responding to your sleepover invites, hm?
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She exhaled slowly, trying to calm her already-frayed nerves. Her gaze found the deathgod's visage again, and she continued, warily.]
Where has she been?
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Let's just say she's taking an eternal nap. Mozzie stole her from me--well, us, right? Since, y'know, you're pals--and I don't like my toys to be messed with by other kids.
I have a feeling you don't either.
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...Eternal nap? Oh dear Allah his words were sinking in.
Mozenrath murdered Meg.
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to sting. No, no... it couldn't be!
But it was. No other explanation would make sense.
Words failed her for a long moment, unable to escape her lips. She looked to the deathgod, horrified.]
Is... she really...?
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[His cold hands find her shoulders and he moves in closer, allowing himself to speak near her pained face. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't enjoying this.]
Look, babe. We already went through your little title, but let's not neglect mine, okay? God of death, if you will--that's me. There are a few tricks or two up my sleeve and I'm betting we can get our favourite person back by using the right one.
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She slowly turns her gaze towards him, his words only then registering.]
You could... do that?
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So you're a princess, right? That means you've got riches, a sufficient amount of power, all the good stuff. Oh--and about this Mozzie guy; you're not too fond of him right about now, are you? Just a wild guess.
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Unfortunately, the treasure of Agrabah is currently unreachable; the Mist is still looming over my kingdom. My people and my father have been seeking shelter in the Middle Kingdom for some time now.
[In other words, her voice had very little sway at the moment, unable to reach them.] My royal influence is nothing more than a title right now, at least until the Mist wanes.
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But you, uh, have some buddies, right? Chums? Friends in high and low places? Most of which share your enemies, I'm sure? Well, actually, I'm not sure, since I don't even know any of them, but.
Y'know what.
Let's just cut to the chase, I'm running a little low on time here, babe. So are you, actually.
[Clears throat.] Do you, or do you not, want to avenge your friend's--Meg--death?
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I would do anything to right those wrongs.
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I'll tell you more about it in a moment here, but first...
[He extends a hand, an evil smirk crossing those deep blue lips.] Teamwooork?
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Meg deserved nothing less.
All of the Princess's alarm bells were going off, a cold shiver running down her spin at his grin. She takes a deep breath before gingerly taking his hand.]
A-alright...
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