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Fairytale: Antía is the progeny of a wicked and powerful sorceress who was killed by a prince. Although she aspires to be just like her mother, and is a very powerful sorceress, she has little control over her powers and often makes mistakes. Additionally, she is involuntarily obnoxiously nice and pleasant-natured, making it difficult for her to be wicked like her mother. She is also a little bit daft and silly, and just overall very weird.
(FC: Antonia Prebble still, when she played Clare Langtree in Power Rangers Mystic Force)
Storybrooke: Tonia has become her total opposite. She lost her ability to perform magic, but gained intelligence, wit, and a dislike for all living creatures. She tends to isolate herself, so not many people are aware of her presence. She's taken to a job filing and occasionally nicking things from Mr. Gold's shop. The lifting of the curse only made her more determined to become like her mother, now with the correct attitude and brains, and so now is working at getting her magic back by stealing items with magical properties.
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"Well how about a drink? I won’t touch it. I don’t like hurting women like that." He smiled, trying to make himself look innocent. though it was rather like trying to make a wildcat look unthreatening. "I just want a chat Miss." He smirked and held up his hands.
Toni glared at the man for a good ten seconds, deciding what to do next. "You can buy me a drink," she told him. "But I reserve the right to ignore if you bore me." Although she couldn't shake the idea that this person had an ulterior motive, she was also interested to see what he had planned.
"That’s good, cause this kitchen is pretty terrible. Been experimenting with food lately. Hope you like chocolate banana pancakes!"
"That sounds... interesting..."
"I can't say I've ever had them. I'm not much of a sweet tooth."
Running With The Girls
Three heists. One night. The scores of a lifetime. Some would, and have, said that attempting what she and her current partner are going to attempt is impossible, if not entirely foolish, but Katherine begs to disagree. Of the few people who know what they have in store—which isn’t many, and the ones that do most likely won’t live past tonight anyway, seeing as she hates loose ends—told her that most certainly she’ll be caught; the both of them will, and be locked away forever. But not everyone knows what she knows. Not everyone has an ace in the hole. And most certainly, not everyone knows that she’s a universe-hopping time traveller who can just leave at the first sign of trouble that she couldn’t escape from otherwise. Life is good. Currently, she’s standing outside of a lavish old mansion. All down the street are parked limos and other various fancy cars. Expensive cars. From inside the mansion, classical music floats through the air. It’s a grand party for the exclusively wealthy, and it’s just what you’d expect it to be: Millionaires gossiping and drinking imported alcohols. Talk about boring to the extreme, but for right now, and the next hour or so, she’s Valerie Haines, daughter of a successful banker. Aka, one of them. The real Valerie is a little… tied up at the moment. Quite literally. And as soon as her cohort arrives, “Valerie” can make her grand entrance.
Toni was running a little late, which never sent a good message. When you're planning a full night of deception and crime, timing is very important, and not keeping to the schedule may be interpreted as sabotage.
She arrived a full ten minute after the schedule meeting time, and she suspected her partner wouldn't be happy. Although she was similarly dressed in aristocratic formal wear, Toni wasn't going by a false persona tonight.
Toni, or Tonia as people would know her, was attending this party in the guise of her former occupation as a companion. Though she was less than pleased to revisit that part of her career, it was made easier by the thought that she wasn't required to take on clients tonight. She was simply using a persona she could comparatively access more easily than her criminal counterpart. Besides, the result of tonight's work would more than make up for this slight unpleasantness.
Tonia approached 'Valerie' and smiled. "I apologise for my late arrival," she said in a smooth, calming tone. As they were already out in public, it was important to maintain the illusion of their persona's rather than risk being caught out over any sort of small squabble. She offered her arm to escort Valerie into the party, though they would move their separate ways soon after being announced. "Shall we?"
"Okay, okay. Sorry. Good point."
"I’m whatever species results from the unfortunate combination of wolf and human DNA."
"What, so like a lycanthrope?"
"Can you change form or do you just have different senses?"
Dwelling Place for Demons
Demon had to finally find something on the thing she was following. When she got to the office of the person it was pretending to be, she saw that something’s wrong. There should be no one in there, but she could hear strange noises.
She decided to sneak on someone inside and have advantage because of surprise. When she walked in, her gun ready the person immediately saw her.
Schiraz decided to not show any emotions and replied: ”Neither you are.” Schiraz said quietly. “What are you doing here?” She asked, pointing a gun at the woman.
Toni raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm not threatening anyone with a gun, for a start. I'm not sure that's really a good move. I mean, this place doesn't really have the best security, but I'm fairly certain that someone would notice a gunshot sound." She leaned back on the desk, adopting a relaxed and in control demeanour. "Bullets don't have much of an effect on me, anyway."
"So, I'm assuming you're not here for entirely legal purposes given that you've broken in and threatened me with a gun. So I'm going to assume you're either here to steal, which is unlikely given the lack of valuable possessions in this office, or you're here for the same reason I am." Toni smiled. "Research."
"A witch? Sorcerer? You’re shitting me. Those don’t exist."
"Well, that's a little close-minded, don't you think?" Toni's voice was stiff and cold, making it quite obvious she was offended.
"Go on, then. What 'species' are you?"
"…You’ve gotta give me more than that. You already know I’m not human. What are you?"
"Well, it's not as if you've told me what you are yet. If you must know, the term generally accepted is sorcerer."
"I have been called a witch, although I suspect they were just mispronouncing another very similar word."
((Today has been long. I may be sleeping soon. I feel like I've missed some replies. My tags aren't working properly and sometimes I have to log in on my personal blog to see them. Damn lazy tumblr. Damn lazy cows. Let me know if I missed you somewhere or if you tagged me and it flew away, or like for a starter at some point. I am very open for plotting, para-rp is my jam. I have no idea where that came from and it looks wrong. I feel like I should leave now before this stops being coherent...))
"Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind the next time someone questions my species origins. What makes you so different, anyway?"
"Yes, you should. Your poker face is not very convincing."
"What makes me different? I have a few... special abilities."
"Emmanuel. Look, the house was empty so I thought I could crash over here but then people came over, a party happened… and yeah, now there’s a mess. I wouldn’t go to the shower if I were you, some guy vomitted like five times in a row,"
"What the fuck? What would compels you to break into a house, just to throw a party? And then wait for the person to return home to gloat? What kind of second-rate juvenile criminal are you?"
"Did you even steal anything?"
The term went in at one ear and out at the other; it just didn’t make any sense to her. It was a noise gun. Period. She didn’t even get to roll her eyes before the guilt kicked in though, as she was reminded of the uniqueness of the weapon. And that she’d lost it, despite all cautiousness. Damn. “Uhm … yeah?”
“Of course! I’ve got that, really.” She wasn’t quite sure her assurance sounded as convincing as she’d like it to, but at least it covered the uprising panic in her voice. “Give me half an hour and it’s right back with you.”
In the end, it took her nearly four hours, plus a lunch break (because she was of no use with an empty stomach) and a nearly-panic attack to find the damn thing, and another quarter of an hour to find Miss Miller. She couldn’t quite hide the smile on her face when she finally presented the case to her. “Here it is. Top condition, just as promised.”
Toni raised an eyebrow. "Good. At least you have the good manner to clean up the messes you make, though I suspect you wouldn't get into so much trouble if you discovered a more preventative method." That might have been a bit harsh, though Toni had never really been one to hide her thoughts from people.
"I trust that you've finished using the device and won't be needing it any longer?"
Jake smirked. This one snapped. It would be different from his usual routine. Usually he went with anyone who looked inviting. Maybe she would taste different. “Not looking to go home with you. Just looking for a chat with a pretty woman like yourself. Interested?” He made himself out to be just another guy hoping to score. It made people less suspicious towards him.
Toni frowned. This felt like an act, and she would know. She's been at fault for pulling the wool over people's eyes in the past, though she would hardly stand for someone trying the same shit on her. "Unless you have a decent proposition, I'm most definitely not interested." She didn't want casual company, though she suspected his motives might run deeper than that.
That put John on the defensive.
"Why exactly do you think I’m not human?"
"Well, a combination of factors have led me to this conclusion. I have some ability to read people. Part of it is sort of instinctual."
"Mostly, the give away was in the fact that you didn't laugh outright when I suggested it."
Wash grimaced as she described the place. As far as he was concerned, it was hard to imagine anything much worse than to work in a place like this. To be stuck dirtside, in a hole in the wall, surrounded by paper work nobody in the Verse gave a damn about? Yikes! It made him shudder just thinking about it.
"So how’d you end up stuck here?" he asked. "I mean, I’m guessing stuck’s the right word…” It was hard for him to fathom that it could be anything other than somebody’s plan B. Or C or D….
Toni tensed. Her instant reaction was to jump on the defensive. She wasn't stuck here, she chose to be here. Kind of. Of course, it wasn't her dream job or anything. It was simply better than the alternative. She couldn't say that, of course, because that would involve explaining what the alternative was. She didn't want that kind of attention or perception, not in a place where she'd finally escaped from it.
She forced a smile. "Bad luck, I guess. I don't really mind it so much, though." The isolation is nice, she thought but decided not to voice it aloud.