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"So it has. No thanks to you, Monsieur, but I no longer care about your wrongdoings." Lumiere glanced down at his hands, smiling triumphantly. "We finally are human again."
I smirked at the thin man before me. “Well, perhaps…” My eyes glowed a bright green before a long, acid-green musical tendril shot out of my hand and wrapped itself around the leg of a nearby chair. Yanking the magical tendril like a whip, the chair flew back towards me before being gently set down by the bright green music chord. Smiling smugly, I sat down in the chair, a visibly pleased expression on my face. “Human, yes… Though, I think some more than others, mon ami…”
Rapunzel looked to the other and couldn’t help but feel….well. Confused. The style was so different from back at home and she was well..having some trouble getting used to adjusting to everything here in Adam’s castle. ” Uhmm.H-hello… who are you…? I’ve seen everyone except you sir…” she said softly. Rapunzel was a new guest staying at Adam’s castle until certain circumstances. ” and how do you do..?” she said putting on a smile for the other. She was still quite terrible with social skills. People were all so very new to her.
I smirked, bowing politely. “Mademoiselle, please… I am Maestro Forte; Court Composer, and your most humble servant… I’m not surprised you have yet to encounter me… The other servants tend to avoid me, letting me write my music alone in my chamber… I am one who does not like to be disturbed during my work… Pratell, child… Forgive me my forwardness, but… who are you?”
"Oui, Monsieur." Handing the man the duster willingly, she understood how passionate he was about music. "It is very nice to be human again, no? I did not believe that the spell would ever be broken."
I rolled my eyes at the girl’s foolish comment. “I don’t think that nice would be the adjective I would use, though I do admit it is ‘nice’ to have regained full use of my limbs…” I sighed, slightly, remembering the absolute sense of rapture and contentment that I had upon becoming one with my beloved instrument. “Such a shame, though I’m sure I’ll manage… I always do… After all, true genius always manages to survive difficulties, wouldn’t you agree, mademoiselle?…”
Oogie opened the bag and looked at it skeptically. “Just gold? Where’s the fun in that? When I play, I make it interesting.”
*smirks* “Well then… Tell me, my friend… What do you propose the stakes are?…”
Oogie grinned darkly. “It’s much more fun when a life is on the line, wouldn’t you agree? In fact I do believe I have a life to bargain for now.” He laughed. “Not mine of course, but my shadow captured a poor soul earlier that was poking his nose where it shouldn’t have been.”
I smirked, pocketing the gold. “Tell me then, what precisely happens if I win?…” I leaned in, grinning darkly as my eyes quickly flashed a bright green. ”Trust me, I don’t intend to lose…”
Jasmine looked at Master Forte with a frown. “What am I doing that is bugging you?” She asked, a hint of hurt in her voice.
"That smile… It’s too… happy… Haven’t you ever just sat and enjoyed the dark and gloomy things in life?…”
Jasmine shook her head. “There’s no such thing as ‘too happy’, sir. I don’t like gloomy things. I love adventures, and making people smile!” She said, a smile forming once again on her face.
My eyes widened in surprise… Hadn’t this girl ever experienced the wonders of misery?… Or the peaceful satisfaction of gloomy reminiscence? I was truly shocked… ”But… but… what of the beauty of the night, the rapture of lamentation, and the glorious sensation of melancholy sorrow?…” I adjusted my wig slightly, then continued… “Did not Monsieur Henry Longfellow once say that, ‘the night shall be filled with music/ and the cares that infest the day/ shall fold their tents like the Arabs/ and silently steal away…”
Jasmine shrugged. “I have been smiling for almost my whole life, sir. Being happy is… healthier. And to have your spirits lifted is a wonderful feeling.” She smiled.
I scoffed in amusement, sneering at the girl. “Tell me, child… What happens on the day those hopes come crashing down around you?… What of the day when your mother and father die, your husband leaves you, and you’re left alone to rot in an empty house until the end of your days…” Pulling out my pipe, I struck a match and took a hit from the slowly burning poppy. Blowing the smoke in the girl’s face, I slowly circled her like a shark, smirking as I continued talking.
"Everything you love, everything you care for, will someday wither away into dust…. What then, is the point of happiness, if it’s going to be taken away?… After all, happiness is just so… depressing…”
"I didn’t get a degree in Teaching and Child Development for nothing, smartass. Of course I know who they are. Y’know you wouldn’t be a lonely old mule if you weren’t so pretentious and close minded."
I narrowed my eyes slightly, staring at the woman before me. “Old? I’m forty-three. If that’s what you consider old, I suggest taking a good look at nursing homes, ‘cause in another decade and a half, you’ll be the same age I am now.”
I looked at the mouse with pleading, frantic eyes. “Please, old sport… You must…” Sweat was rolling down my skin, which was paler than normal due to the lack of blood in my system. Animalistic instincts began to rush through me as my gaze fell upon the vein protruding slightly from the mouse’s neck. I closed my eyes and grunted in pain as I felt my eyeteeth begin to grow longer.
"Mickey, please… I… I don’t have much time before the transformation is complete… Just… Just drive it through my heart… If you don’t, I fear I’ll kill you, and Chantal, and others in some sort of depraved frenzy of bloodlust… Please, as a man on his deathbed…" I arched my back, screaming slightly as the teeth reached their full length and my fingers began to elongate, turning thinner while my nails sharpened into claws.
"Please, Mickey… I… I don’t want to live this way, killing every night as a soulless beast… Just… Just promise me… That you will look after Chantal when I’m gone, and… And never tell her what became of me…"
Disney legend Frank Thomas used live action reference for a number of his characters. In this case it was character actor Hans Conried who provided the voice and acting reference for Hook. You can see how Frank adapted the photographs to create the one and only Captain Hook, right on top of the actors performance.