[Video] Backdated: Saturday late morning

[anuglyman]

[The background of this video shows forest somewhere, and the bits of which that are viewable show some damage to the tree branches and a little scorching to a couple bushes.

The foreground shows a very frustrated and impatient-looking Mr. Gold.]

I require transportation. And I require it quickly. I can, of course, pay handsomely.

[Because somebody's ability to teleport seems to have been curtailed rather sharply, because his mun is mean to him.]

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[fromthevalley]

Are you stranded, my Lord?

[ Helga is used to apparition and the sensation that is reminiscent of being sucked through a reed. ]

[Video]

[anuglyman]

Not precisely. I am merely in need of something that can go much further than I can, and I am in need of it in short order.

[Before he loses his patience and blows up a tree entirely, or something. It's a small measure of respect for her own magic that he's not being completely rude right now. Just impatient.]

Do you have anything to offer, dearie?

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[fromthevalley]

Possibly. I need to know how far outside of Poseidon you are and where you intend on traveling.

[Video]

[anuglyman]

Fairly far. There are some ruins a week's travel from here.

[He lists a fairly exact mileage that the mun does not have access to, heh.]

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[fromthevalley]

[ Travel by foot or horse? ]

I believe that would be too far for myself to make it in one trip, especially considering that I do not know that area well enough travel blind.

[ Why hasn't she set up a series of portkeys to get her around? ]

May I ask how it is that you became stranded?

[ Don't worry, Rumple. Helga won't leave you! ]

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[anuglyman]

[By car. Which probably amounts to horse, given the terrain.]

I'm not, actually. I'm not far from Poseidon. The ruins are where I need to get to, and apparently I am unable to do so on my own. Thus, the request for help.

[Which he hates doing, by the way.]

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[fromthevalley]

I have never been to the Ruins and there are dangers in apparating in blind.

[ One of them could become splinched. While there are people who might not mind seeing that happen to Gold, Helga is not one of them. ]

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[anuglyman]

Apparating. And this is some kind of flight, or vanishing transport?

[Because the word is unfamiliar, but it could mean either of those things. Most likely vanishing transport, given the more likely presence of danger there.]

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[cantcatchme]

I can do transportation. And fast - that's my specialty. Can't promise it'll be comfortable. What can you pay?

[Pietro's expression is somewhere between bored and amused.]

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[anuglyman]

[Rumple looks him over with a little skepticism. He looks awfully young, and he doesn't like that obvious disrespect there.]

Gold, if you want it.

[If he's lucky, Pietro hasn't heard that gold isn't quite as valued here as it is on Earth. If not, he'll find something else to pay with. He's got spinning silver down, working on the rarer metals.]

But I'd rather hear just what you'll be transporting me with, before we have a deal.

[panicandfreeze]

[looks like someone responded just to gloat. Or pester. Pick whichever you want.]

Between you and me both attacking the wildlife they might declare war on us. Did the tree insult you?

[anuglyman]

[Oh, it's you. Rumple looks vaguely annoyed, but no worse than that. She doesn't deserve it.]

It was convenient for taking out a bit of frustration. What's your excuse?

[panicandfreeze]

Venting. Sometimes it's accidental. I accidentally blew up our grandfather clock and knocked my sister out with it once. Yeah she didn't like that very much...

[anuglyman]

So about the same, then.

[And he looks briefly smug that she has absolutely no call to mock him if she does the same thing, though it doesn't last, and he slips back into annoyance.]

A shame about the clock, though.

[panicandfreeze]

You're telling me. Everytime there's a fight in the house, it turns into highway robbery. Do you have any idea how much that clock takes to fix? We keep that guy in business.

[Piper crosses her arms]

Last time I blew up a tree here a druid nearly had my head. Can't have you destroying the wildlife and getting completely off. If I see a druid, I'll point them your way.

[anuglyman]

You do that. And I might just turn him into one of the trees he loves so much.

Did you have something important to offer, or were you just here to chat?

[panicandfreeze]

I might help you. [Piper really hadn't trusted that guy. More than she didn't trust Rumple actually. Maybe it was the way Atticus had been leering at her Book, insulting her magic, abilities and heritage as a Charmed One. Or maybe it was just that he suggested she meditate.

Nah. That's it really.

[anuglyman]

Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this conversation short. I do actually have things I need to be doing.

Good day, miss Halliwell.

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[frostedoverland]

What did the forest do to you?

[He tilted his head, looking a bit amused. He's actually not that far from you though.]

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[anuglyman]

[Seeing as Rumplestiltskin is of legend, himself, seeing Jack Frost is kind of a no brainer here.]

It was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did you have something useful to say, or are you just going to sit and stare at the video screen?

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[frostedoverland]

Hey, I'm not always positive everyone I speak to can see me. Saves me time for those who can't.

[Rude :|]

Do you want help or not?

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[anuglyman]

If you can offer it, then certainly.

[The derision is gone, but now there's just impatience. He wants to be gone, okay.]

What is it that you do, and how quickly can you do it?

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[frostedoverland]

Talk to the Wind, ask for rides. The Wind will generally fly others if I ask too, but I gotta come along.

[As for how quick? Well, it takes perhaps a little less than a minute for him to fly in to where Rumple is.]

I'm Jack Frost, and you are?

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[anuglyman]

Jack Frost. Honestly.

[Rumple eyes Jack for a beat, but then shrugs and rolls right on. He's Rumplestiltskin, after all. And the method of travel sounds, intriguing, if uncomfortable.]

I go by Mister Gold. So you're willing to have the wind carry me-- and coincidentally, you-- for several hundred miles to where I need to be?

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[frostedoverland]

[He gave a mocking bow.]

Honest, Mister Gold. And yeah, sure, why not. Never actually checked out what's outside this place by several hundred miles. Why do you need to go that far out anyway?