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[Miss Manday]

The usually dead Underworld was alive this night.

Where once one would only usually hear wailing, screaming, and the repetitive dripping of moisture from the caves, this night there was discussion. Voices, echoing over stone walls. And these voices were far from friendly. They were full of venom, spite...they were revenge-driven.

In one of the many chambers belonging to the leader of the Underworld, Hades, met the Dark Forces. Some were male, some female. Some creature, some human. Some with magic, others not. But they had all come together for one common purpose -- to decide a fate for those who had scorned them.

Leading the group was a tall and statuesque woman, with pale emerald skin, clad in the dark and foreboding colors of black and purple. In her hand was a dangerous looking staff with a glowing emerald orb adorning it's top. On her shoulder was a violent looking raven, staring out over the assembled villians with a watchful eye.

These said villians were talking loudly amongst themselves, whining about the heroes of their worlds, and how they were defeated, and what they lost due to this unfortunate occurance. It didn't take long before the reminders of these stories sent their tempers flaring, and chaos would break lose in the room. It was a neverending cycle this evening, and the dark faerie leader could only try to keep her patience long enough to silence them once more.

"Ladies, gentlemen..." she purred, looking over them. "Enough of this in-fighting." Her tone sharpened with this statement as her gaze did also, and she glared out over them. "We must save our strength to attack the heroes. It is they who deserve your scorn." Clicking her nails against the orb thoughtfully, she glanced down at the table she stood at. "The dear, sweet faeries of the Alliance have surely caught on by now, and they will be sending those knights in shining armor to try and dispose of us." At this, she chuckled, quietly at first, before breaking out into almost maniacal laughter. "Won't they be in for quite a surprise. They won't stand a chance!"

In the back of the room sat a girl who was obviously younger than the rest of the deranged in the meeting, and obviously equally uncomfortable at that. Never had she been in the presense of such evil, nor power. Her mother was a great woman, there was no doubt about that...she had grace, poise, power, statue, and a temper to boot. But this woman...this...Maleficent. She even bested her mother in all of this. And that in itself was frightening.

As the fae started laughing in an almost insane manner, Drizella couldn't help but lift an eyebrow. She was crazy...! How had they become aligned with these mental ward escapees....?

[DisneyPrincess]

Ursula listened to the tall dark woman regale them with talks of revenge. "Oh how I would just love to get back at that silly little Prince and his mermaid bride, not to mention my dolt of a brother. They thought they could get rid of me, but wont they be in for a surprise when they see Ursula is back. Oh revenge is sweet!" She said cackling.

Gaston had been checking his reflection in a pool, generally ignoring the others around him. He had been summoned here by that thing with green skin. But when he heard the word revenge he turned his attention away from himself. "Yes, revenge! that is what I need. I'll make that wimpy Prince wish he never laid eyes on my girl!" He looked around at the people and creatures that surrounded him. With all these people, that Prince will practically hand Belle right over to me. He thought diabolically.

[Captain Hook]

The Underworld, even to one as sinister and evil as the famous Captain Hook, wasn't a very welcoming place in the long run, and the fact that it was currently housing some of the greates villains of various worlds just made it even more sinister. As much as Hook didn't want to admit it, the atmosphere was enough to make him squirm in his seat in both unease and excitement, waiting almost anxiously for this impromptu meeting to start. The very thought of suddenly being whisked away to another world wan't anything new, really, seeing as Hook came from Neverland, and the fact that this "fairy council" or whatever they called themselves was most likely operating in Neverland made him even more anxious. No doubt it would be Peter standing in their way, and if they ever so slightly had to trample him on the way to world domination... well... Captain Hook wouldn't really mind it.

He lifted his right hand, twirling his moustache slightly as he thought about wicked plans of revenge, seeing Pan running after a captive Wendy, only to be captured and fed to the crocodile himself! Who knew, the beast may find a new favorite meat snack. The very thought of it made a smirk curl at Hook's lips as he tapped his hook of a left hand against the stone next to him absently, dragging it down slightly and leaving a scratch, just to test its sharpness. Yesss... Pan would definitely pay this time around.

Just then, Maleficent, the main event of this show, took her place at calming down their chatter and starting off a short opening to their master plan with a curt tone and an evil laugh. Hook felt his smirk spreading as he chuckled as well, excitement banishing all thoughts of anxiousness or nervousness.

"And where these... fairies are, Pan won't be far behind," Hook mused, laughing shortly as he leaned foward in his chair, grin becoming almost maniacal. "With our power Pan and his precious Wendy will be at the bottom of the depths in no time!" he finished, more thoughts and plans flashing before his eyes, the possibilities of revenge vast and almost endless with his newest alliance.

[Nova]

...They were insane. All of them.
And not in the generalized, Ooh, they're stupid and annoying sense. They were insane, as in been hit one too many times in the head with some sort of metal bat. He supposed it could also have something to do with the fact that they died and had somehow scrabbled their brain. Dying really wasn't that bad; there's nothing to go insane over. But of course, this is the Lord of the Dead talking. Not many dead things could rattle his bones anymore (pun possibly intended).
Besides that sun spot and his bloody obnoxious family up in the clouds.
Which reminded the god why they were all together in the first place instead of rotting down in his area of expertise. From his throne (which he had momentarily moved), Hades cast a boring look upon Maleficent as she began talking. Pessimisticly he wondered why they would win against their opponents, these 'heroes' if they had already been beaten once? What would make the second time more successful? If at first you don't suceed...
Bah. What a bunch of horse radish.
Oh well. It'd keep him entertained for a while. Hopefully. And who knows, maybe with the help of the insane-back-from-the-dead folk, he actually WOULD win against Hercules and Zeus.
A delightfully malicious grin slowly inched across the blue god's face, revealing two rows of sharpened inscisors.

[Aethere.]

The decor of the Underworld was hardly to Grimhilde's taste. She could hardly stifle a grimace - not unlike her current expression - at having to be in the company of such largely unattractive, disgustingly senile company. The seating arrangements were less than satisfactory as well; was it such a foolish boon to ask to be placed in a different seat rather than inbetween an octopus-woman hybrid and a pirate hellbent on killing two persons she knew only as Pan and Wendy. Pan, the former of the two, appeared to be the main object of his attention, the apple of his eye, so to speak. What had he done to annoy the fellow? Stolen away that Wendy girl of his? The thought that someone could be so obsessed with killing someone over such a trivial matter was actually rather amusing. Only an idiot could actually have faith in the power of love - if any - and come out with his heart intact. Hook's hand certainly had not survived the encounter. Grimhilde knew little else otherwise.

Of course, her distaste for Ursula was among the worst. How could someone live like that - all tentacles and oozing purple fat? What did she do to deserve a countenance like that? The mermaid, Grimhilde found, she could hardly blame for trying to get rid of this particular villain, and the same went for the "silly little prince," and the brother Ursula obviously disliked. Yet she could not deny that the sweetness of revenge was indeed intoxicating and very satisfying. It gave one the idea that all was settled and there was nothing more to said of the matter - and Grimhilde did so love getting the last word.


Gaston inspired only disgust in her. How - how - could one of the few here that was actually even slightly aesthetically pleasing lack not only in modesty but the capability of thought as well? What was this world coming to?

...of course, that was why the majority of them there had died already. Because the world was not only deciding it no longer wanted to be populated by decidedly self-serving, capable villains, it had also come to the conclusion it was better off without them. Honestly. How had the world survived thus far without them? It was amazing that Germany hadn't been decimated yet, or even the Underworld itself squashed into a infinitely miniscule speck of dust under one senshi's foot or another. Master plan could hardly describe the lengths to which all of them, however flawed, were willing to go to right the world. And how could the world not appreciate that? After all, most likely without them the world was going terribly soft. A villain or two would toughen it up. People would start looking after themselves again, instead of being open and kind to every little stranger. Stress and anger aren't bad things, honestly. Evil is just a combination of the two, mixed in with a little hint of hypocrisy and violence, and somehow Grimhilde instinctively knew that people were going to get lazy without the threat of being disfigured or turned into a toadstool lurking around the next corner. Gods knew what Germany was doing without her. She should have been there, too, if it weren't for this silly council.

Of course she could handle Snow White on her own. It was her silly prince (his name was Fergie or something) and his fairly large kingdom populace of able-bodied men she was worried about.

Sadly, her kingdom had fallen into shambles as of late. The opportunity to restore her land to its former glory was not bypassed, which was exactly what had landed her here, across from a vastly egotistical French man and next to another French man, this one emotionally unstable and just waiting to burst. She didn't even want to mention the little spit of a thing in the back of a room, looking hungrily around like a street cat, or the flaming indigo man who sported shark teeth in his maw.

The only one here that caught her eye for a good reason was Maleficent. Maleficent dazzled her. How many times had she wished to end up like that? To be in possession of such enormous power and not strike down your enemies immediately...she made Grimhilde look like a common hedgewitch in comparison. She surmised that being a faerie was what did it - immortal, weren't they, with a natural gift for magick far surpassing any simple mortal? At any rate, even her name invoked shivers down the queen's spine, quivering with anticipation and excitability at the possibility this enchantress could excel where Grimhilde had always fallen behind.

"Knights in shining armor? Hardly. If they have need of the sympathy of little girls like Snow White, it's doubtful they have even a single useful person employed in their arsenal," drawled said senshi's stepmother. "I'm surprised it's even necessary to have all of us here. Have you any other purpose for us, my dear sorceress, or shall we simply dispose of those who once vanquished us and then wait for the next onslaught of faerie pawns? I'm sure the wait wouldn't be long - from the looks of things this Alliance of yours must be quite the collection of fools."

Snow White would be dead in no time, and this time, she would (preferably) stay that way.

[Anastasia]

In the back of the room, next to Drizella, was her older sister. The creepiness of the underworld was making her tense and she sat quietly, hugging herself and rubbing up and down her arms. It felt colder than she would imagine the place to be, and the assemblage of villains and their leader before her weren't helping her feel less uncomfortable. The fairy-witch-thingy was quite frightening and she began to have doubts about being here. But the promise of revenge... was too enticing. At long last, she'd be able to get between Cinderella and her prince, put that wretched, goody-goody, disgustingly sweet, perfect stepsister of hers in the dump where she belongs, and live out her days as royalty, happily ever after, with her castle, her prince, and true love. What more could a girl ask for?

The nearly demented subsequent laughter of Maleficent snapped Anastasia out of her daydreams and she huddled closer to her sister, making a face of utter confoundedness.

[belle_lover]

Lady Tremaine sat next to her girls, thinking of why this meeting was called and even necessary. True, she did want to get back at Cinderella, and she already had a plan in mind to get her. Why do I need their help when I already got a perfectly good plan? She sat patiently, hoping that there would be a good explanation for this meeting.

As the head woman started speaking, she listened, but she also got thinking. We all must have the same goal - to get back at the people who stole our happy-ever-afters. She did not know who each person might want to get revenge at, but, as the head woman - Maleficent? - had said, all the people they wanted to fight were in some sort of alliance. If that is the case, then maybe, just maybe, it would be good to work with these people, however strange they might be. As she thought that, she was looking at the octopus-lady, which made her shiver. I wonder who she is...?

When the woman was done talking, she turned to her girls. "Anastasia, Drizella, I know this is uncomfortable for you two, but these people could help us get rid of Cinderella for good, and then one of you could be Queen." She smiled her twisted evil grin, thinking that this group might not be so bad after all. They could help carry out my plan and make sure it's going correctly. This might be a good thing after all, if they dont' try and mess with my plan. Things might work out for us for a change. Then we could be royalty and get whatever we want, instead of Cinderella. By now, another woman had stood up and said something, so she waited to hear what Maleficent would have to say about her questions and statements.

[Miss Manday]

Maleficent's cold gaze roamed the room as she listened to the vengeful agreements of those gathered at that dark meeing that night. They were all easily excited over the fact that they would have their revenge. And after all, why shouldn't they be? They had all been stupid enough to allow their willy-nilly heroes of their worlds defeat them... making stupid mistakes such as letting power get to your head so that a boat might be driven right through you, or getting so cocky about one slight upperhand...or hook.. so that it might be turned upon you. No, she never did any such foolish thing, and had those ingrate fairies minded their own business, she would not have been defeated herself. Still, no matter...it had been easy to find means to return...and now all who had wronged her would pay.

It would be easy, she mused, now that she had all of these...lackees. Little did they know what they were being used for. But let them be blinded by their want for revenge. They were only helping her with her ultimate goal...

Only, there was one that she was worried about. Pausing, she turned her cool gaze to Grimhilde thoughtfully, listening to what she had to say as she stroked the orb on her staff idly. Yes, this one actually had a brain on her shoulders...quite too bad that she had let little MEN get the best of her. Shaking her head with a small smile, she waved a hand at her. "Dear Grimhilde, I do not think you are aware of my ultimate plan! With the princes and heroes gone, there will be no one to oppose us as we take over their worlds, deposing of their little princesses and friends. With them gone, who else WOULD the Alliance be able to ring into opposing us? No one, for the faeries will be too busy grieving over their...dear little Briar Roses and Cinderellas." She chuckled here at the very thought. "Their defenses will be null, and we shall easily overcome them. It is as simple as that, my dear...just follow my lead, and I promise we shall find victory in this fight...and the bounty will be plentiful."

Drizella made a face as her sister buried her face in her shoulder. Trying to shake her off, she paused only when her mother leaned over to speak with them. As she listened, she couldn't help but wonder...was her mother comfortable in this room with such...evil? Or was she too only just making the best of it because it was good for them in the long run...?

[DisneyPrincess]

"Then why are we just sitting around here talking? It's time to take some action!" He yelled leaping to his feet. Gaston was never one to know patience. "Let's go!" he cried looking around at the people that surrounded him. "I'll finally get that Prince out of the way, and Belle will come to her senses and marry me!" he boasted.

[Pocahontas]

The Queen of Hearts was frankly annoyed by all the stupidity that was all around her in this chamber. It was annoying that these infamous villains were reduced to this, sitting around in the Underworld, complaining about the heroes who had done them in! All she wanted was revenge on Alice!!! That little wretch would pay for her insolence!! She would kill her, if it was the last thing she ever did!!!

There was one thing though that made this whole meeting funny, all the others had apparently had defeated by men whereas she'd been defeated by a little girl! She timidly asked " And what of my world's supposed heroine Alice? She alone, I think, is the only female to defeat any of us! She needs to be punished!!" she smiled wickedly, and drummed her fingers over the tabletop while she waited for the reply to her question.

[Aethere.]

Grimhilde was, in an instant, composed and looked much less exasperated than she really was. On the inside, she'd rather have run her own shoe heel through Gaston's vaguely puny excuse for a brain than force herself to aid him in his quest to get back his little whore of a blushing bride. But then, of course, she hadn't known exactly what it would mean. Yes, that was Grimhilde for you - perhaps not as blinded by revenge as her villainous counterparts, but nonetheless with her own goals and basic desires to care for. She could care less of the adversaries themselves as anything but simple obstacles in her path, yet she hesitated to agree to helping in destroying them if it meant letting out buffoons like this out into the world. Grimhilde, true to her haughty aristocratic nature, did not let her own failure distract her from what was important...which was that all of these people, no matter how they feigned cooperation, all had their own agendas and would separate themselves from the others upon the slightest chance of increased success.

Not to say that she wasn't guilty of that same cruel streak of independent malice. She doubted she would attach herself to this lot of fools unless she was certain it would allow her the best of profitable ventures, which was as entailed in this case: the death of Snow White, the ascension back to her throne in relative surrender, the...well, apparently, newly added goal of destroying this Alliance that Maleficent (who Grimhilde was now sure was quite in control of this entire state of affairs, as if she could ever have believed otherwise) so appeared to despise. The other fools didn't matter, nor did it weigh anything against Maleficent that the faerie witch seemed to be innerly sneering as Grimhilde's apparent inaptitude. That was something she couldn't deny herself, but she had quite a good argument to prove that the scales had simply not been tipped in her favor when those damn dwarves of Snow White's acquaintance had cornered her. She'd almost had them! It had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with their lowly status compared to her lofty one; only that they had had a stroke of good luck what with the sudden storm (it had been so fair that morning she'd never expected it) and the poor structure that the mountain afforded. Heroes, it seemed, always got all the good luck. Or at least they had in the past, with their . Had Grimhilde known that yes, Maleficent truly didn't think much of her as anything but a lackey - albeit one with a brain that was more apparent than the others - she would have been annoyed, but nothing else. After all, Maleficent did have a good point. She would have to be more careful next time if she expected to make it out with anything less than Snow White's head in a fermented jar.

Grimhilde's lips tightened even further than they had at Gaston's exclamations as soon as another's mouth spilled over her chin (literally and figuratively, as this one's great berth was not quickly forgotten). Grimhilde was ashamed at the possibility a fellow member of the royalty of the universe could act with such audacity. Soon, however, she composed herself and let her only hints of contempt leak through her cold glimmering eyes and the way her lips curved down ever so subtly. She doubted the Queen of Hearts (not that she deserved the title) would notice. After all, most, even Grimhilde herself, had to have lacked some sort of insight to have been duped so easily by their corresponding heroines. Besides, apart from the fact that Alice's gender wasn't much to go by as to what her nature was like she could hardly argue with the Queen, however conspicuous she made herself with her horrid temper and little...mannerisms.

Grimhilde failed to prevent herself from cringing and leaning a little closer towards Hook. She would never admit it, but as all of the more disgusting prospects of this meeting seemed to be to the other side of her, the French man no longer seemed as...well, repulsive as he'd been moments before. But only in comparison, since she doubted that his hook was entirely appropriate. She didn't know what else he had to do with it so that it might substitute for a proper hand; such unhygienic habits - since she hadn't been suggesting anything too disgusting to herself - were better left unspoken. Hopefully he would read her gesture as the disgust it might radiate rather than any sort of...affection for him. As least he dressed better than he looked, all scrawny limbs that, unlike Grimhilde herself, were clearly visible and a sign of his apparent weakness. She doubted he even had much to top if off.

With a quick glance at him as her sleeve brushed his hook, nearly snagging on it in her attempts to stay away from the more...urgh-invoking members of their little group. Grimhilde raised one thinly curved brow as she retrieved her sleeve, which was as black as her expression, and said by way of apology, "Pardon, monsieur."

Clearly, the villains she had chosen to align herself with were all missing something of themselves, ranging from any intelligence (yes, that would be Gaston) to a calmer temper (the Queen of Hearts) or even the correct number of limbs (Ursula, the fat old witch). Still, that did make her feel a little better about her own scar - seeing as at least she still had both of her hands - and she straightened herself with rigid restraint as she replied coldly, "You disgrace your own gender, my dear Queen of Hearts. Are you suggesting that simply because Alice is a woman - excuse me, girl, since she hasn't the mentality of any deserving woman if she's a heroine - she can hardly do as much harm as any of us here? If anything, that would simply lead me to the conclusion that it was by your own faults that you fell from your lofty position in Wonderland rather than what chivalrous capabilities your adversary possesses."

Grimhilde arranged her features into the most patronizing of smiles. It didn't amount to much, since she still looked like a taunting feline speaking down to a mouse (a fat one at that), but it was meant to goad the Queen of Hearts into one of her rages again. Grimhilde did ever find them so amusing...in sparing amounts, of course, as one would deal with alcohol.

[Miss Manday]

Maleficent rolled her eyes as chaos once again broke loose in the echoing chambers made of rock, lifting a thin hand to rub her temples. Such a headache these imbeciles were providing her! They didn't know when to shut up and just listen. No, their drive for revenge and action would not permit such rational behavior.

But she mustn't lose her temper with them, she thought bitterly to herself. If she did, they might very well choose to turn against her or go out on their own. Ha. Hopefully they would know better than to go out without her support...they would fall faster than they had the first time. How lucky they were to have her, she mused to herself. Her thoughts entertained her, and she chuckled quietly before toying with her scepter, eyes roaming over those who were currently causing the most commotion.

"Ladies, ladies..." She nodded her head to the two currently speaking. "Perhaps it is true that there are...heroines...that we hold grudges against as well. Is it not true that many of us wish to eliminate the princesses and fair maidens who have wronged us? For many, it is they who are the source of our misfortunes, but they merely had their men carry out their dirty work." She stroked her orb thoughtfully. "Yes...we cannot underestimate the ladies, can we?"

At that moment, her orb gleamed, and her eyes widened slightly before narrowing with a delighted smirk. "They have been gathered..." she hissed excitedly. "The Alliance has sent their heroes, their little princes and lords and dukes, on their first mission." She glanced at Gaston, eyes gleaming. "You wanted to take action? Good, how lucky for you. For they are heading to your world first."

Waving a hand, a portal appeared behind her. "We must make haste, we have not a moment to lose now. They are the move, and will try to stabilize things before we can even intervene." She dropped a piece of broken glass, wrapped tightly in a cloth, into Gaston's hand as she met his gaze steadly. He would figure it's uses soon enough...

"Revenge is all yours." she said, her voice cutting through the silence in an eery manner. "Now go."

[DisneyPrincess]

Gaston was ready to go and get his revenge. These foolish women.. all they seemed to do was sit around and talk all day. What was it with strange women and their ideas.. and thinking! He just wanted to get move on so he could finish off that wishy-washy little Prince and claim his rightful bride! Belle would be so impressed with his skills that she would practically swoon at his feet, just as she should.

Maleficent dropped something into his hand. What is this piece of junk? he thought. He shrugged it off and thrust it into his pocket and focused on the swirling portal. It seemed he had to go through there to get back to his world. With a dark glare he stepped through, with thoughts of sweet revenge playing on his mind.