One On One- daz and lacuna;

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[daz]

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the dark fairy
+ nineteen
+ heterosexual
+ has horns, pointed ears,
& magic
+ black clothing enthusiast
+ hates too much
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the trickster
+ eighteen
+ heterosexual
+ has the power of pixie
dust
+ sociopath
+ can't be trusted
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the knight
+ nineteen
+ heterosexual
+ extremely skilled in hand-
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+ underdog
+ whimsical
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the crow
+ percieved as thirty-six
+ heterosexual
+ can shape-shift, and
vanish at will
+ right-hand-man
+ you want him on your side
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+ maleficent

[vixen;]

Age: 17 years old
Gender: Female
Daughter of: Jafar
Decided Role: Evil
Powers: Well, no.

[vixen;]

Age: 19 years old
Gender: Female
Daughter of: Cinderella and Prince Charming
Decided Role: Good
Powers: No, but she has her own fairy godmothers.
Etselle

[vixen;]

Roya
The sounds of the village filled her ears, and she pulled her hood farther, to cover her face. She walked on the edge of the street, trying to blend with the others. She stared at the ground, walking past a stand, food stacked high. She looked up at the buckets of apples, baskets of bread. Her stomach growled, and her mouth watered as she looked at the food. No one would ever need that much food, she tried reasoning with stealing an apple and a loaf of bread. She pulled her hood farther down, hoping no one was watching as she walked past the stand, she stood by the stand, trying to act as though everything was normal. It wasn't. She had just run out of money, and was now hungry, it had been two days since she'd last eaten, and now staring at the pile of food, she had convinced herself that stealing an apple wouldn't be so bad. She looked across the street as a horse spooked. Roya smiled, thankful for the distraction. She grabbed an apple, stuffing it under the cloak as she grabbed a loaf of bread. She stuffed the bread under the cloak as well, and ducked down an alley. She looked around, then quickly pulled the food out. Roya stared at the apple. "This is what I've become. A thief. Evil." She spat the word out, staring at the apple. She set it down, staring at it again. She felt more hungry than ever, and quickly grabbing the apple. She ate it quickly, then set down what was left of the apple. She held the bread in one hand, without thinking of morals, she tore a piece off, eating it just as fast as she had eaten the apple. She looked over as she heard a whimper, she frowned as she saw a ragged street dog. She tore a piece of the bread off, tossing it to the dog as she went back to eating. The dog quickly ate the bread, then walked to Roya. The mutt received a harsh word, and yet another piece of bread. How every great friendship starts, a few words of insult and food. Wow. Magical moment.

Juniper
The young girl sat in a carriage, alone expect for the small fairy which sat on a box. Juniper looked at the fairy, watching as it messed with a piece of thread. Juniper looked out the window, the only one in the carriage. She sighed, let her arm lean on the window sill. She watched as the trees passed by. "Lila." Juniper said, talking to the fairy. "Why do you think mother put me in a carriage by myself?" She asked, turning her attention to the fairy. The fairy didn't look of the thread it was messing with, and instead of talk with the young girl, it nodded its head, muttering about plans for the summer palace. Juniper stared out the window again, watching as the trees passed. She looked back at the fairy. "Lila. Why don't you talk?" She asked again. In reply she got another string of mutters and yet even more of being ignored. She sighed, looking out the window. "Lila." She began to speak. "Look, Miss Juniper. I do not know all the answers in the world. Now, Miss, I am trying to work." Juniper frowned at the fairy's first and last response. She leaned her head against the side of the carriage. She was jarred awake as the carriage bounced roughly. Juniper sat up, looking out the window. She reached over, grabbing her boots. She slipped the riding boots on, pulling her cloak on. She looked back at the fairy, who had once again was not paying attention. She opened the door to the carriage, stepping out. She looked around her, feeling a raindrop fall on her face. She looked up at a tree. She wiped the rain drop off her face and let the carriage door shut behind her. She walked to where a small crowd of guards and horsemen were standing. She stood silently, before being told that it might take a while to repair. Juniper walked down the road, waving away the guard that had begun to follow her.

[daz]

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________jazz pensively sat atop a barrel, munching thoughtfully at a bundle of fresh grapes. occasionally, he'd constrict one in between his thumb and forefinger until it burst. afterwards, he'd pop the squashed fruit into his mouth, allowing the juices to swirl around against his tongue. what could he say? one of his many guilty pleasures included food, especially when it came for free. he'd helped the elderly woman, the one who still lived in that smelly old shoe, set out her things for the market. he was offered the grapes as his payment. of course, he found he simply couldn't refuse such a delightful offer. after accomplishing his quick and easy job, she complied with her original deal and gave him the fruit. he'd accepted it gladly, now perched on the makeshift chair so he could eat his snack in peace. he'd held a conversation here and there, pointlessly introducing himself to a villager who had simply walked past to buy something from one of the available shops. however, if you were to trail in jazz's direction, one should expect a word or two to be passed their way. everyone should know and recognize peter pan's boy. if you didn't, you must've been very new to the fairy tale society.
________a loud racket caught jazz's attention, snatching him away from his food momentarily. it was a horse, positioned near the entrance to the bustling market, neighing discontentedly and snorting. it eventually rose up on its back legs, swinging its front hooves to-and-fro threateningly. jazz watched as several desperate villagers went about soothing the steed, offering it carrots and strokes in return for its calmed demeanor. the horse wasn't being too agreeable, but jazz had already lost interest. no one was genuinely endangered, so he felt no need to spring into action. he was fixing to return to his grapes when something new caught his eye, making him freeze in place. an unfamiliar girl, hurrying to snatch a few bits of food from one of the markets. she glanced around, as if to ensure no one had noticed her, before scurrying away. she had just blatantly stolen food, not offering a penny to the unaware shopkeeper. it didn't appear that anyone else had even noticed her doing it, meaning he was the lone witness. if nobody else would stop her, then he would. jazz felt it was his duty.
________the young boy sprang off of the barrel, careful not to tip it over, finishing off his grapes as he went on his way. he followed closely behind the unknowing girl, tossing his trash over his shoulder. eventually, the two ended up in a hidden alleyway particularly close to the marketplace. as she began to eat, briefly talking to herself while also managing to share her stolen goods with a dog, jazz reached for his belt loop. just like always, he had a miniature sack tied to it. it slung around and smacked into his thigh all of the time, reassuring him that he hadn't lost it. the contents were precious, given to him as a gift by his father. it was meant to be used to "emergencies only," although jazz had a tendency to tweak that rule to his liking. except this time was different, and this was definitely an emergency. someone had snatched some food, and there wasn't a chance jazz would be letting her get away with it.
________jazz pried open the teeny sack, dribbling a bit of pixie dust into the palm of his outstretched hand. after sprinkling it over his head, he could fly efficiently. now easily undetected, he casually flew above the female robber. just as she gave the stray dog his second fill of bread, jazz flew downwards rather speedily. his face was literally inches away from the girl's, upside down as that was how he'd descended. the remainder of his body casually hovered in the air above his head, straight as an arrow. he beamed at her, casually twiddling his fingers.
________"my gut is telling me that you've just eaten something that never belonged to you in the first place. is my gut correct?" he paused, before tilting his head a tad. "don't answer that. i know i'm right. i'd love to know who you think you are, stealing from a lowly marketplace as you have. do you have any respect?" all of this was delivered with him upside down still, his legs straight up and above him.

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________having a mother who was considered the fairy tale society's number one most despised villain had its pros, as well as its cons. the most obvious pro was how people reacted whenever he entered a room, or when one realized he was in their presence. they would become petrified, immediately suspecting he had shown up intent on murder. his mum's first official debut included cursing an infant child, so realistically it shouldn't shock him others would expect the very same from him. he had a lot to live up to, and he wasn't certain he was doing such a splendid job. maleficent wanted him to be a dastardly, domineering, incredibly cruel extension of herself. unfortunately, he felt he didn't entirely meet that standard.
________lark was doing what he did best: people watching. he could sit in trees all day long, concealed by their thick foliage. no one would know he was there, quietly observing them as they went about their daily lives. on this particular morning, he had selected an impressively sized tree near the dirt path. it was a winding road which essentially trailed through each and every one of the society's known landmarks, leading you wherever your heart desired. lark visited this tree rather frequently, as the road tended to be incredibly busy with dozens of villagers coming in and out of places. they would scurry along, shouting boisterously among one another. children would kick balls, teenagers would skip along with their companions, and adults would commonly hold hands. seeing people so blissfully unaware of his shadowy presence made him feel powerful.
________today brought something new, though. a carriage came along, guarded by several uptight guards covered head-to-toe in silver-plated armor. they seemed highly intent on reaching their destination, as well as protecting whatever was concealed within the carriage. he would've allowed them to pass without further disturbance, had it not been for the carriage's abrupt crash. it looked as though the poles securing the wheels to the base of the carriage had snapped away, leaving it entirely useless. this meant they'd be forced to repair it, so they'd be sticking around for a while. more fun for lark!
________lark watched, curious as ever, as a petite young woman emerged from the safety of her carriage. she looked as though she was very tired; like she had just been awoken from a pleasant dream, before being forcefully yanked from it by her ride breaking down. she journeyed away from the multitudes of guards, putting herself in a position where she was alone. the knights set to work on attempting to solve the problem the carriage had caused, which made lark smirk in spite of himself. now, here was something he could sabotage even further.
________he slid down the side of the incredibly tall tree, his feet making contact with the forest floor with ease. he made not a sound, having been taunt how to make his footsteps as light as a feather. before going after the mystery girl, he paused near her carriage. he still hid among the untrimmed bushes, peeking through them cautiously so he could remain undetected. then, with a devious glint in his chocolate eyes, he proceeded to curse the carriage. thorns abruptly sprouted from within it, busting the window and coiling around the round form of transport. the knights cried out in infuriated anguish, confused and startled by the sudden appearance made by the dangerous vines. before they could discover who had caused the dark spell, vines that would never stop regrowing, lark darted quietly in the girl's direction. a guard would likely head for her eventually, hoping to protect her now that they were aware an evil presence was nearby. but he chose not to query about it, instead more intent on solving this funny little puzzle. who was this woman? he simply had to know.
________there she was. she walked along peacefully, all by herself. not a care in the world. she was beautiful, he had to admit. but her kindness echoed clearly from her mere aura, swaying him to dislike her by instinct. yet, he found he was still curious. lark wasn't certain what led him to do it, and afterwards he was certain it was pure insanity, but he approached the girl from behind. he leered over her, great horns and all, his black cloak whipping about at his heels.
________"hello," he muttered coolly, arching his brow at the mysterious girl he stood behind. he needed a good look at her face... that was all. "and who might you be, lovely?" his voice dripped with habitual venom.

[vixen;]

Roya
The girl had simply been eating, having nowhere else to go she decided to stay in the alley, the stray dog had since left, taking whatever kindness Roya had felt with it. She sat on a wooden box, trying desperately to figure out a plan, unaware of the boy overhead. She hadn't bothered to look around for a guard, this was a small village, not a castle or palace in sight. There was no need for guards, no one to protect. She had begun to feel as though things were going to be okay. She was as hungry anymore, and still had part of the bread left over from her 'trip' to the market. She stared down at her boot, letting the dirt that was blown by the wind, cover part of the top. She didn't smile, nor frown, but her face was placid as she looked at the boot, thinking of what she would have to do next to get out of this town.

As you can image, she jumped as Jazz stopped in front of her. Roya had knocked the wooden box down all together before she was finally able to regain herself. She stared at the boy, the placid expression still on her face. It didn't take long to find out who his parents were, or well, at least who one of his parents were. "Peter Pan." She said, her voice quiet and hushed. She stared at him, now wide eyed. That lasted a grand total of one second before her gaze turned more to a glare. She felt her face heat up, and now she knew she was angry. Of all things, this boy was interrogating her. She felt the sudden urge to get out of the alley, she understood why. Here she was trapped, cornered by a man she had never met. At least on the street she had a chance to get away. She looked around them, trying to find somewhere to go, or maybe another distraction. But no ones that lucky. She stared at the boy, still furious about the snap judgement.

"Excuse me. Your gut?" She snapped, just beginning to feel what was now rage. She bit her lip, trying desperately to stay calm, as if that would work. Now she was about to walk away, thinking this was the end of their wonderful little conversation. She now hated this boy, with little to no reason why, expect for how arrogant he acted. Here she was, a scared, hungry runaway, trying to get away from Evil, only to have this boy, who knew nothing about her, judge her.

"Listen. I don't care who you are, or how you think you are. I'm not trying to do anything expect stay alive. There was enough food on that cart to feed this entire village. Twice. I ran out of money in the last town, and I don't want or need your approval." Roya finsished talking, and stared at the boy, her eyes filled with angry, and something else. Hurt? No, doubtful. But maybe, yes, she was Jafar's daughter. Is it her fault she was his daughter, her fault he raised her into Evil. Is it really her fault? She was out here, trying to get away from the evilness of her family, yet it was her who had just allowed the Evil back in.

She sat down in defeat on the wooden box. "I don't have money, I couldn't find any and no one would hire me." She said softly, her tone now dramatically changed. She stared at her boot again, unsure of what to do know. The boy was clearly a Good, and her she was; Evil. It was true many on the Good side hated the Evils and the Evils returned the feeling. Se wanted to find the middle ground, to try to stay neutral, but that was proving impossible.

Juniper
She had walked along the dirt road, blissfully unaware of any danger. She hadn't even turned to see what the guards had been doing, and now as their more than protesting and somewhat frightened voices filled the air, she had yet to turn around. This was just another typical day. Juniper continued to walk down the road, her cream colored dress was slightly dirty at the edges from where it had been dragged across the ground.

She neglected to hear the footsteps of a young man behind her as she was lost in thought, more of humming now actually. She preferred to stay within the cent er of her kingdom, dreading whenever they left it. For a strange reason, she preferred routine and familiarity to newness and chaos. She stopped as the voice said hello, and for the time being, that was all it was, a voice with no name or face to associate with it. Just a charming voice. Juniper turned around, expecting to see a guard perhaps, or a villager. Not a man with horns. She felt her jaw drop as she stared up at him, since she was in fact a few inches shorter than him. She was confused at his question. It was not a threat, nor a warning. Just simply a question.

"June." She answered his question, her voice as she small as she felt. She looked at the man. "Cinderella's daughter." She spoke even softer, yet still confident as she looked up at the man. "You are Maleficence's son." It wasn't hard to tell with the horns and his cloak as she looked at him. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. "We must be farther from the boarder than I thought." To be true, there was no real border, it existed mostly in her head, as did many things. A border between right and wrong, playfulness and stupidity.

She peered around, seeing the wagon. "That is your doing?" She asked him, her tone still matching the one from earlier. "That dreadful fairy was in there, very nice work." She commented, though she knew little about magic, she had watched her fairy godmother work, and could tell that some magic was harder to use, and other types were near uncontrollable.

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________jazz smiled pleasantly at the evident shock scrawled across the robber's face, incredibly startled to have been caught by someone who could fly. seeing her face clearly now, no longer quite as disguised by her hood, she began to become rather familiar. he could've sworn he recognized her facial features, and the way her lips had this natural quirk to them. jafar's daughter. he had heard, having eavesdropped on some villagers' conversation, that she'd run away from home.
________the forest was separated into many, many different sections. all of which seemed to include their own biomes, inhabitants, and ways of life. there were kingdoms, dungeons, villages, mountains, valleys, lakes, caverns... the list went on and on. where you lived depended solely on your parentage. so, if you were an animal, you tended to stick to the forests. if you were a prince or princess, you lived in your family's kingdom. if you were a plain villager, not being the child of an important fairy tale being, you made up the remainder of the population. you could travel wherever you pleased, and belong wherever you wanted. it wasn't that easy for villains, however. there were two significant halves to the forest, one primarily filled with the good. jazz lived there, with his dad and a few lost boys. the palaces were always hosting parties for no good reason, and everyone seemed to get along quite harmoniously. then, there was the other half... the bad. it was like a restricted section, where the good guys were advised to never enter. if they chose to anyway, they rarely came back.
________there was supposed to be order and balance between good and evil, as declared by all of the palaces when this society first began. the good and bad were meant to appreciate one another, and attempt to get along. but it simply wouldn't have ever worked, as the good were too good and the bad were too bad. the groups inevitably divided once more, leaving two individual societies for the groups to function in. the laws were altered, stating that if any villains were discovered in the "good half," they'd be kicked out automatically. and, if they were caught spewing their devilish tricks, they'd be arrested and sent to the dungeons. their mere existence was like a crime, and these laws have now passed onto the children. to put it simply, attempting to bend those rules was a dangerous act. this was why jazz liked to stick with them, disliking the existence of evils in his "perfect" society. they caused nothing but trouble, as seen here.
________"i don't care if you haven't any money. if you're out of it, get a job. elsewhere. your presence here is unwanted. all you do is cause trouble for everyone else. i'm not surprised that no one would hire you around here. we know who you are, jafar's daughter, we know to be cautious."
________peter pan's son kicked his legs, maneuvering his body so now he would be upright. still in the air, shrouded in pixie dust, he "laid" on his side. he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand, resting his other one at his hip. "what's your name, anyways? i'm jazz. pan's son. duh. as if you didn't already know."

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________the woman's face bore sheer terror for a moment, her jaw collapsing as she turned to see who'd spoken to her. clearly, lark wasn't at all what she'd been expecting. seeing her face now, he could've sworn he recognized her. she had long blonde hair, which fell around her face in massive, wispy curls. she was quite little, naturally having a feminine and rather petite physique. placed next to him, an extremely tall boy with gigantic horns to match, she was like a mere ant. he'd be lying to say he didn't like it that way, having his intimidating presence meant few people enjoyed approaching him first. it assisted him when he wanted to watch villagers go about their day, so if he was ever spotted few would jump to intervene. they'd simply scatter, fearing him for being so far from home. lark was rarely home. there weren't enough trees to hide in, and if they were they were coated in beastly thorns. everything was incredibly deadly where he came from, so he simply preferred to remain here. but it was very tempting to mess with the innocent passerby's, who were undoubtedly impossible to resist. messing with them and their overly fragile souls was too fun!
________june. so, her name was june. and, of course, she was cinderella's daughter. why did that answer not surprise him? she had shown up, riding in a highly decorative carriage, followed by dozens of knights and trusted steeds. she was, completely and totally, though and through, royalty. her mother was the queen who reigned over all of the good's society, being the one who guided all of the other palaces in their times of need. whether it be little red riding hood, rapunzel, sleeping beauty, whoever... cinderella led them all. how coincidental then, as their parents were polar opposites. maleficent was the ruler of the bad society, claiming her place as leader as she defined villainy to her core. this meant he was a "prince," although he never felt like one. princes were meant to be treated luxuriously, not like garbage.
________"correct," he responded softly, his voice hard and heavily accented. he was just... so very cold. "you're actually right where you belong, darling. i'm farther from my home than you are from yours." he didn't expand further on himself, not even bothering to give june his name in exchange for hers. it wasn't worth it. if she asked, he would answer. but she'd have to work for it, he didn't toss his name about all willy-nilly. that was likely why few even knew his name, only identifying him as "maleficent's son." the one you were meant to avoid like the plague, or else you'd surely be cursed by his mere presence.
________lark turned around, facing the carriage behind them. the knights were fruitlessly attempting to destroy the thorny vines, quickly discovering it was hopeless trying. he'd reverse the curse if need be, but for now watching them squirm was too much fun to ignore. when they spotted him, knowing it had to be him who caused the chaos, they'd immediately go after him. their responsibility as the queen's guards was to eliminate the enemy, and to capture him to prevent him from causing anymore trouble. they'd yet to be successful, of course. they were too slow... too foolish. not skilled enough to catch a dark fairy like himself. "correct again. gosh, you're on a roll." he paused, surveying june's body language. she was intimidated, and that was all he could ever want. "oh, is that so? hm. what a shame. i'm sure she'll be alright, so don't get your hopes up." he waved his hand, smirking cunningly at the female before him.
________lark brushed his cloak away from his body, allowing it to carelessly flap about in the breeze. it revealed his figure, giving you a good view of his physical form. just as expected, he was a very tall, slender individual. all of his clothes were black too, aiding him whenever he wished to hide in the shadows and remain undetected. "where are you off to, princess? don't you know it's not safe to travel alone when monsters like me are lurking about?" he smiled cruelly. he was unafraid to scream it to the rooftops: he was wicked. he was malevolent, and vicious, and sinister... at first.

[vixen;]

Roya
She stared at the boy, her anger grew yet shrank at the same time. She huffed, she was terrified, angry, and upset all at the same time. She looked up, biting her lip as she stared at the ground. She listened to him, the mix of emotions growing with every word he said. This was the side of good she had heard about. The side that even though they laid claim to Good, were the ones who hated. She fumed, staring at him. But, she stayed silent, as if she was trained not to talk. And she was; her father, Jafar had a bad temper, it may be genetics, because now Roya had that same temper. She could taste blood from where she was biting her lip. She stopped, and looked down at her outfit.

Roya was ready to slap him, her reputation wasn't even hers. She stared at him, her eyes fixed on his. "Jazz." She spit the word out. "You are just like the others. I thought of all people, Peter Pan's son would be better than the rest of them. You claim to be good, but then you spew this hate." She stared at him. "I have caused no trouble to you. You approached me. I was hungry. So what. I'm trying to get away from Evil. I come here, only to find even more Evil. Even more hate than at home." She snapped, ready to strangle him. "I'm alone. I have no one to go to. I can't go home. You think my father is going to let me in?!" She said, now more upset. "He'd send me to the dungeon. He'd let me die, he would abandon me. And come here, of all places I stumble upon this little town. Every is just like you. Judgmental, rude, and. Just. Evil."

She stopped, backing away from him. "I had really hoped that this place would be better. Everyone's just the same." She looked down, pulling the cloak farther over her face. She looked away from him, not bothering to fill in the silence. The only sound in the alley was what echoed from her talking, and the sounds of the markets. She bit her lip again. "Peter Pan. What a wonderful man." She spoke softer, her tone quiet and small. "My name is Roya." She said, finally answering his question from earlier. "Yes. As you know, I am Jafar's daughter."

She looked back at him, her mood changed dramatically. "My apologizes. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I will be leaving this town tomorrow. When I get the money, I will pay the merchant for the food I have taken." She gave a defeated sigh. "Jazz. I am sure that you are not like that." Roya looked around the alley, needing a place to stay, he would have to leave for her to find a spot. Jafar's daughter backed up until she was against the wall of a building. "Go. Please." She looked up from the ground, she avoided looking directly at him. "Please leave."

Juniper
The young girl watched him as he spoke. She pulled the hood of her cloak away from her face, the golden hair rested on her shoulder. She smooth the front of her dress, her expression showed little fear, which was strangely replaced with curiosity. She looked over at the carriage, smiling as the guards continued to battle the thorns. She chuckled as she looked back at him. Her smile faded as he called himself a monster.

"You are many things. But you are not a monster." She commented, letting him finish talking. "I don't know why I am out here, mostly alone. My mother decided I was to ride on my own. I don't know why, and Lila, that fairy, couldn't help. Or won't." She smiled at Lark again. "So how is your mother, I mean, she is certainly skilled in magic, if she taught you that." She looked up at him again, trying to find a topic he would like. "This is an odd encounter. I can say that I did not expect to meet you, of all people." She gave a small smile again.

"I am off to our summer home. It's a strange place, full of separation, my parents have been giving me more distance than I would have liked. Mother's been busy lately, she won't even tell me why." She stopped, then looked overhead as a bird flew past. "It's a messenger hawk. You can tell by how the foot's different than it would normally be. See?" She asked, pointing to the bird. "Look at the other foot, it looks normal, but the other different, that square shaped thing is where the parchment goes." Juniper smiled again, looking over at him.

"It seems weird to know something like that. But my father use to take me with him whenever he went into the village, one day there was this shop. They sold messenger hawks there, so he bought one, and he sent it into the sky. I can't remember what the message was for. Or who. I think it was to my mother. Yes. It was. Yes. She was so happy when we got home." She smiled again, then laughed. "I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear about that." She looked over at the guards as one approached them. The guard bowed, talking with Juniper. Juniper nodded, she thanked the guard and he left. "He's new." She muttered. "I'm going ahead on horseback apparently. Thank you for the carriage mishap. I was not looking forward to riding with Lila."

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________jazz may have been more stunned that he was being shouted at had it been delivered by someone deemed good, but this behavior originating from jafar's daughter came as no surprise. as she went on and on about false accusations and how terrible a person he was, he continued to casually hover in place. she was only successfully proving his point as she shouted, giving him a chance to see the girl's true colors. clearly, all villains and their children were just as incredibly worthless as he had originally suspected. ever since he had been a little boy, he was taught to despise the very existence of any and all villains. peter pan was a boyish, immature adult, who normally jumped to conclusions about everyone depending on labels. he had passed that quality on into his son, who was the same, if not worse. jazz had a nasty habit of unlawfully persecuting villainous beings before even actually getting to know them, thus giving them no chance to explain themselves. this was a prime example of his ridiculousness, as roya attempted to argue with him he ignored her. her words fell upon deaf ears, him having easily closed her out. whatever nonsense she was spewing would be excuses and petty insults, and he wasn't interested in listening to her babble.
________jazz extended his arm, placing the palm of his hand in front of roya's face. "say no more. i've told you once before, and i'll say it again. you're unwanted here. we're a perfectly happy society without you and your villainy poisoning the community." he moved his palm away, squinting at her viciously. "if you're so intent on being without your father, why don't you abandon civilization and go live in the forest? last i heard it was a common hiding place for a particular evil presence, whom i'm certain you must be familiar with. maleficent's son. so, there you go. the prince of malevolence can be your new friend. but, please, don't come back here. don't even bother repaying the store clerk you disgracefully stole from, i'll do it for you. consider it a bargain, really. get the hell out of here, and don't turn back... now."
________jazz, although a good guy, had quite the vicious side to him. put him next to any person considerably evil, and he became a completely different person. all of the villagers in this town would be rather shocked to hear the words he spoke, only imagining kindness from a boy like jazz. but no, he was the exact opposite. he considered himself a guardian of the innocent, doing all he could to smite the enemy at its core.
________"i'm going absolutely nowhere, not until you go. your apologies mean nothing to me. you said what you said. i know you meant it, no need to pretend you regret it. you're not waiting till morning, you're getting your ass out of this alleyway this instant. that, or i'm summoning some guards to haul you into the dungeons where you belong. and fun fact: the forest becomes far more dangerous when night falls. upon arrival, i highly recommend seeking out a companion. would hate for a wolf to devour you, eh?" jazz could care less whether or not his words were cruel, that was the point. he wanted roya out of this village's hair, and away from here so she could cause no more harm.
________the brunette would give anything to put someone like roya behind bars. but, currently, he had made it his mission to ensnare maleficent's unnamed son first. the cunning dark fairy couldn't avoid his rightful imprisonment for forever.

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________lark was admittedly taken aback by the princess's response, startled to find someone like her with that sort of mindset. whenever he ran into royalty, they always dove right into "you're the devil," or "i'm going to call the guards on you if you don't shoo." they normally were disgusted by him and his parentage, and by the way his body worked. seeing a large, male fairy with horns had actually become a bad omen among the kingdoms. spotting lark supposedly meant the remainder of your week would be doused with piles of bad luck, and even potential illness or death. so, meeting someone from the royal family who perceived him differently was like... well, a miracle.
________"fascinating..." he murmured, looking june up and down thoughtfully as she went about explaining her reasons for being out on her own. and then she proceeded to ask about the well-being of his mother, which undoubtedly made him slightly uncomfortable. since when did a good princess care anything about a bad prince? it actually made very little sense, but he was grateful for it. he was getting to dig his nails into the personal business of a person from the palace itself, and she seemed blissfully unaware of his devilish intentions. although, the cruelty in him only came as a first instinct. a good portion of why he remained rooted to the ground was curiosity, seeing as it had been a while since he'd actually civilly interacted with another being.
________"i... i don't quite see why it's any of your business, but... she's well. very well. her magic is as strong as ever." lark was cautious not to disclose his mother's schemes in saying that, however. she'd been plotting in the grisly shadows of the evil forest for a while now, secretly devising a plan to eventually overthrow cinderella and her castle. and, right here, the children of the two enemies had met in the middle.
________lark delivered a bit of a crooked smile for the princess, showing his pearly whites and his crater of a dimple. "you ought to expect the unexpected in areas like this. i have a tendency to show up whenever i'm most unwanted. funny how things work out that way, huh?"
________the dark fairy couldn't help but squint accusingly at the princess as she discussed her mother's business, explaining the queen had been preoccupied with things that hadn't been disclosed to her yet. whatever could that be? and then he turned his gaze to the sky, also spotting the messenger hawk. he hadn't been aware that that was what it was, but learning about it was quite cool. his mum had never introduced him to small things like that, as her main focus was turning lark into a mini her. "no... i wouldn't say it's weird at all. i wasn't aware."
________the son of maleficent's guard was placed back up when a guard traveled over to them, not even batting an eyelid in his direction. the man seemed to only give him a confused sideways glance, as if he weren't aware who lark was at all. even with june's explanation, he was surprised by it. anyone who was anyone recognized him, as he was probably the main reason villainous children had such a hard time fitting in. he still caused chaos without shame, unafraid to admit that he enjoyed doing so. "horseback, hm?" lark cautiously peered back at the cluster of distracted guards, ensuring that none of them were looking in their direction. getting caught here and now wasn't an option. "pardon the intrusion, princess, but... have you ever traveled by tree before? i can assure you it's far more interesting than horseback. you get a new view of things, and notice the world unlike ever before." he paused, smirking at her. "but i don't suppose you trust me enough, hm?"