"Have we got a deal?"

My dear, sweet child. That's what I do. It's what I live for. To help unfortunate merfolk; like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to.  

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Unsuspected | Cinderella and Ursula

The slender maiden traversed her way through the busy village, a cloth bag hanging from her forearm. Some didn’t pay much attention to her, while others shoved her to the side to pass. She scoffed at the umpteenth person to act so rudely in the market crowds.

Humans. Ursula found the beings strange and - at some times- disgusting. However, these land dwellers were just as gullible as merfolk; the sea witch couldn’t complain.

Keeping her bag close to her, she looked about the vendors. Surely one of them would have lemongrass, her face growing in irritation.

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Beastie | Nala and Ursula

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“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve met an animal quite like you, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” Ursula said to herself,moving her hands on her hips and shifting her weight to one leg. 

She wondered if the beast before her could talk or was just another flea ridden creature. She couldn’t deny the majestic build of the lioness, but if this land animal was like the ones she met before, they certainly couldn’t talk.

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Precidament | Elinor & Ursula

Her sinuous tendrils coiled about, like clouds of smoke. The sea witch examined the being before her, crossing her arms to prop her chin with one hand. “My my, aren’t we in quite the predicament? Well, just you.” She chuckled. 

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Starter call for my DRP members? I know I owe Lumiere, but I’d like to have a thread or two more to get things going. Also, I haven’t even scratched the surface of people to interact with! Give a like~

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Looking for a cure // Ursula and Lumiere

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A jolt went through Lumiere’s flames. He felt a dark air come from his side, followed by a menacingly deep voice.

“What do we have here?”

He turned to his side, slowly, not making any sudden movements. He wanted to be sure he saw what he was actually seeing.

“Uh…bonjour…” Lumiere felt his suave and silver tongue leave his body, basically saying “See ya later!” allowing him to deal with this..uh..person on his own.

“You..were..living under the dock? I..must have disturbed you! Please, accept my apologies.” Lumiere took a deep bow, the wax being drug toward the dock - perhaps it was the thick and heavy air being cast by the..person.

She chuckled. What the witch saw was true. It was in fact one of those candles humans used, acting on its own will! How interesting. There had to be another witch nearby bringing inanimate objects to life.

Ursula chuckled at his behavior upon laying eyes on her. She didn’t mind scaring people, but she didn’t want to frighten this candelabra just yet. The witch had far too many curiosities surrounding this thing’s very existence.

“Under the dock? Goodness, no! My taste is far too luxurious for living under a structure of plywood and pillars,” she chuckled again, “And no you weren’t disturbing me in the slightest! It’s not every day that I get to meet such a well mannered-candlestick, like yourself.”

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Looking for a cure // Ursula and Lumiere

He was out, against the will of the prince, looking for a cure. It had been five years, five years, since the curse was cast and nothing had come to fruition. There had been no opportunities, with the exception of Pocahontas, but that wouldn’t have gone over well. And the Prince…was upset. The servants were getting nervous, fearing that they would be stuck forever as furniture.

So, after combing through every book in the castle’s library, or at least skimming through, Lumiere decided to venture out. He sat on a dock with some crates, waiting for the next shipment to leave. He stood silent, trying not to be seen or heard, but he couldn’t help but voice his thoughts.

“There must be something, someone that can help us.. I refuse to give up on this matter. We will not be stuck as furniture forever. The prince needs us, the servants need their lives back…”

Looking around, checking for people, Lumiere hopped onto the dock to begin pacing.

“I must think…this boat leaves for Corona.. Perhaps there is someway… Perhaps the royals know of something… There has been word of magic there… Perhaps…”

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It was another day, and Ursula was till banished, forced to live the live of an outsider. It was absolutely humiliating. Living in her cavern like a common urchin. However, she was free to do what she wasn’t allowed to do in Atlantica, which was practice and sell her magic.

She had not come to the shore in several months, having run low of her ingredients for a transformation spell. She cursed herself for being overzealous in her spell usuage, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Flotsam and Jetsam were sent out to gather, and would return in a few days time.

Still curious of what the wretched landdwellers were doing, she emerged under the dock, out of sight from any humans. The seagulls cried, and people were yelling commands in the distance. The witch was confident that she would not be discovered.

The unfamiliar noises and talking of magic above her caught her attention. It wasn’t the sound of footfalls from humans or animals. Satisfying her curiosity, she peaked out from under the docks to see..

Well..

“What do we have here?” she smirked, looking down at the enchanted candelabra.

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Throwing some good energy your way! You have got the BEST BODY LANGUAGE EVER, Ursula! I adore your confidence and ambition! Keep on being glamorous, Ursula!

Ursula laughs, flipping her hair. 

“Thank you, it’s nice to see someone notice..” 

She chuckled.

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Sha-la-la-la, my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy, go on and, kiss the girl

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+Do you have other siblings?

“Why yes I do. I have a sibling, her name is...”

Ursula opens her clasped hands to reveal the smudged writing. 

“Morocca.”

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+ Would you give up an opportunity to take the trident to save Flotsam and Jetsam?

I don’t believe such an event would happen, but if that were the case..

Then no. Because with the Triton, I could fix them right up, honestly. King Triton was able to change that little redhead into a human again with ease, I’m sure I could bring back my poopsies.

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+What do you think about Melody?

She’s the mini-version of that little redheaded tramp. 

But I think she would come in handy in the future if needed...

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+ Two options: 1. The trident exists, and is forever in the ownership of Triton. No matter what you do, you will never get it. or 2. The trident doesn't exist at all. Which would you choose?

I would have to choose the later.

It evens the playing field. And by “even” I mean I would still have my knowledge of magic and ascend the throne in a much simpler more underhanded way.

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+ What do you love most about your eel pets and why?

They have names, you know. Flotsam and Jetsam are almost an extension of myself. Fetching ingredients, sending messages, and snatching up clients in debt. Also, the two serve as my second pairs of eyes for spying on others. They’re quite good in sending people my way, as well.

But usefulness aside, they’re family to me, similar to how the surface people have hairy, flea bitten beasts in their own homes. They keep me great company.

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Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

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A perfect blendship \\ Hades & Ursula

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“Ursula, babe, how’s it going?” Hades brushed a bit of salt water mist from his cloak. “Oh, you know, just going to town, in the market for a little Calamari. I kid. I’m kidding. I do that. Anyway, as usual, I’ve got a deal.”

He circled around the cove, inspecting the area and stroking his chin. He wiggled his eyebrows at his potential cohort and gave a nasty chuckle.

“I know you’re kinda, sorta some sorta authority on deals too, so this should be quite a show, huh? Whadya think? Baboom.” Hades summoned forth a wisp of smoke in his hand that shifted to become an image of a little mermaid. He slashed through the smoke and the wisp transformed again, and this time into the image of fish sticks. “What do you say of making that pest of yours disappear, huh? Is that something you want? Hey, I know I’d do anything to get rid of old Wonderbread, y’know?” He dashed the smoke away.

“But, hey, anything’s on the table.Trying to extend my social network. Make a the right connections, you know… that sorta… thing. You feel me?”

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She lifted an eyebrow at the tasteless calamari joke, but the witch brushed it off. Such things was typical of the god of the dead. Her tendrils coiled about in the water as her bum sat on the sandy cove. The weather was drab, cold, and gray. The air was so heavy with mist, one might have drowned from inhaling too deeply. It was honestly the perfect cover for two villains to meet at this time of the day.

Ursula listened to his offer to get rid of a particular red headed mermaid, and his desperation to get rid of his annoying equivalent of the tramp.

“Yes,” she drawled, “I understand. But what I really what is that trident her precious daddy has. However, revenge would be icing on the cake..”

She chuckled. “I can assume that you have the same problem as I, and I wouldn’t mind offering a hand in support. Well, as long as there’s something in it for me...”

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A perfect blendship \\ Hades & Ursula

The waves ebbed and flowed against the shores of the secluded cove. The sea witch would have drawn too much attention to her regular form. She would have appeared on the scene as her human self, but she was beginning to run low on supplies to create a transformation spell. 

“Oh, Hades. I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see you,” she smiled smugly, “What brings you on this side of the styx?”

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"Whaddya need a stolen set of pipes for, anyway?" the parrot asked, picking up the conch shell in his wings and turning it over, eyeing the washed up old magical relic as if appraising its value. "With the right kinda training, and enough practice, you can mimic anybody you want! Or I can, anyway -- call it a flawless talent of mine. But you're a seawitch, ain'tya? That shoulda been a piece of kelp for you!"

Her eyes flickered with anger as the feathered creature snatched up her pendant and talked verbosely of her greatest failure. How dare he? Ursula ought to reduce him into a pile of feathers.

“Beat it, birdbrain!” she spat, swiping back the shimmering shell in one fluid motion, “Don’t you have some statue to sit on?”

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“Yah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about! If you’re stayin’ cooped up in a cave all the time just because you had a whole ship stab you in the gut, that ain’t any good!” 

Certainly lacking tact in the way he drummed up conversation, Iago flapped his wings to land on one of the sea witch’s broad, pale-purple shoulders, brushing some of her hair out of his face with one wing. 

“Okay, okay, so there are probably a lot of people who wouldn’t be that happy to see you strutting around Atlantica or on the mainland or whatever, considerin’ how many people you tried to enslave – that was the point, right? Domination of the seven seas and whatever? – but you got all this magic at your disposal and you’re wastin’ it by being a magical fitness program for a buncha chumps! Why don’t you transform into somethin’ with legs that nobody’ll recognize and come with me to the shore someplace, huh? I’ll show’ya a better time than listenin’ to everybody whine at ya for spells all day long while you hide under a rock! Whaddya say, Ursula?” 

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The seawitch rolled her eyes and brushed away the bird leaning on her shoulder. Ursula was tempted to pluck the feathers off of the avian annoyance, to use him as an ingredient in one of her spells. But Ursula had to refrain, considering his possible connections..

“What good would that do if I simply became a human? What then? I don’t travel to the surface unless I have a reason. And I’m just biding my time, dear. Those fitness programs come at a hefty cost. I make my living from it. And if they don’t satisfy their side of the bargain, their soul is mine. It’s a win-win situation for me.” 

“Besides, I’m just waiting for the right wish to drift by.”