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Characters: The Witch of the Candy House
Open? Yep
Where: Two Faced Forest
When: RH4 [or really, any other day if you wanna backdate]
What: In the Forest is a candy house, and a cranky old witch who wants these dang heroes to get the hell off her lawn!

Deep in the Two Faced Forest, next to a lake of impossible clarity sits a small candy house. Walls made of gingerbread, decorated with hard candy that magically stays unmelted in the sun, it's picturesque and inviting. Care to knock on the door? Or just have a nibble of the gingerbread? Either way, take great care. The witch is not known for her good nature...

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No one knows that better than this particular ghost.

...and yet, practically, beyond the fairy tale sense, he knows that old women with mystical powers are often the best sources of information. It had been his intent to try to gather useful information from her before, after a bit of observation for his own knowledge, but she'd sensed him watching, gotten sick of it, and stuck her in a bottle.

So Giles is going to be a bit more forthright, this time. He's standing just outside her gate, perfectly visible, and waiting with the patience of the dead for her to come out. If he has to phase through the wall, he will, but Giles really doesn't want to be stuck in the bottle again.

"Back again so soon?" the crackled voice asked from inside. "You're a stubborn one."

"So I've been told. Um...repeatedly. But, um, I'm actually presenting myself, this time, a-and you'll hardly have to worry about me eating your house."

Really, Giles still can't entirely believe that he's looking at an actual candy house. They may be in a world of fairy tales...but there are places where he just has to draw a mental line.

She gave a snort of amusement as she opened the door, hobbling out into the yard. "As if some insubstantial stammerer is any better. What are you looking for this time? Another round in a bottle?"

Giles actually takes a sharp step back at the question, holding up his hands in an attempt at a mollifying gesture. No. No, he really does not want another stint back in the bottle.

"Just...had some, um, questions to ask. If, i-if that's all right."

The stammering, however, she's going to have to live with.

She smirks at that reaction, hobbling over to sit on a candy crusted bench. "That depends on the question."

"Questions, actually. I had..." Here he pauses to run through the mental list in his head. He actually has a great deal more, but doesn't want to push his luck, so: "...three. Is, um, is that all right?"

She gave him an unimpressed look. "Start sayin' em and maybe you'll get an answer. Unless that's your first one."

Helios really just wanted to see this for himself. Though on first delving into the forest that wasn't his immediate goal. He was actually looking for a source or anything else that could be attributed towards the creatures encountered some nights ago. Having found none so far he'll eventually make his way towards a lake and with it the candy house.

Well he's certainly not too surprised about it. Given the nature of this place but still he might tentatively draw himself nearer and nearer to the candy house. Curiosity was a dangerous thing and after what happened to Giles he knows better than to actually provoke the witch. Still when he's close enough he might bring a hand up to one of the walls of the house. Nothing detrimental in his exploration. He's just mildly fascinated okay? An entire house made out of candy from a children's story. He's met Hansel and Gretel but never the witch.

"It...really is gingerbread. Ha! That's rather amazing." Of course it is Helios, you derp, what else would it be made out of?

Out of seeming no where, a walking stick smacks his hand, the gnarled old witch glaring sideways at him. "Have you no manners, little man?"

Thor had no interest in the witch herself, nor her house, nor her lake. No: he was after something even rarer to this world, and certainly more precious to him. He had ridden out with Sif at dawn, as soon as the thorns withdrew, trekking through the Forest in search of Mjolnir. Now, so close to the hammer, the searching was much easier. He could feel it calling out to him, lodged in the ground not far from the lake, the power in it humming to his ears.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet for much of the trip, with a look on his face that Sif might well have recognized from the feast the night after the Bifrost -- and Loki -- fell. The Prince of Asgard had grown much, and grown thoughtful, and now he was thinking as he rode.

Normally, Sif is more attuned to her friend’s moods. In the days after Loki’s fall, she had taken it upon herself to see that he did not wander too far into his own grief. She was rarely successful – it was like encouraging a man to write a letter, days after he had lost an arm – but the effort was there.

This morning, she is a less able friend. She is drawn into her own thoughts, her own dreams, and trying desperately not to be.

“How fare your wounds?” she finally says. She is unnerved to realize that she has not yet asked about them.

Oh nooooooo, not another candy house!

How many of these things were there?!

Well, now that Sundrop knew what they were used for, she wasn't going to let it be!

The unicorn approached the side of the house closest to her. It had no window. Good, she didn't want shards of glass falling on her. (Or maybe it would be sugar?)

Positioning herself was tricky, but doable. Satisfied with her placement, Sundrop bucked to create momentum, then delivered a solid double barrel kick to the gingerbread wall.

Hurrah!

There was an indignant exclamation from with in. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Blasted unicorns, why are you ruining my house?!"

Oh gods. Helios didn't even see the woman there. There's a slight exclamation of surprise from him as he draws his hand back wincing and flinching a little as he holds up his hands in mild defense. "S-Sorry! I-I'm terribly sorry. I-I didn't realize that someone was here. I-I would have asked..." to examine it otherwise. It's still a curious thing, though. Helios looks sheepishly back at the old witch rubbing his hand with a frown as he does so.

"You're the, ah, w-witch..." obvious statement is obvious.

Rapunzel knew she had fallen asleep at some point, but she didn't remember falling asleep in this forest again. In fact she wished that she knew where she was ever going, so with her frying pan ready for action, she kept an eye out for anything that might try anything.

What she did come across though was not something she expected, she came across a nice looking house. So with her curiosity peeked she walked on over, wondering just who would live in a house like this?

"Hello, anyone home?"

"No, I'm an artist who specializes in acting as part of the installation," the witch retorted sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "Daft fool..." she muttered before lurching over to sit on a candy-crusted bench. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Whatever you're selling, I ain't buying, so go away!" came a cranky voice from inside the house.

Oh cripes, there was someone inside--

No matter! All the more reason to get on with taking the terrible house out! ... Gingerbread was sturdier than it looked, though. It took another kick before the wall crumbled in.

Sundrop twisted to face the inside of the house, lowering her head a fraction. It was a movement of defense and of warning.

"You lure children in with its sweet call," she said, ears trained on the direction the witch's voice had come from. "That is why I am ruining your house."

A sturdy cane snapped out from the hole to smack at the unicorn as the crone emerged. "The devil are you even going on about you blasted nuisance! Get away before I turn you into a crow!"

She yelped in surprise when the cane made contact, and hopped back a step or two. "Your house!" she started, stamping the forest floor in budding agitation. "There was another like it, and in it a goblin with a nasty taste for children. Are you not the same?"

... Was she not...the same?

...

"Huh!" the witch snorted. "You think everyone who lives in the same sort of house is the same sort of person? Even for a fool unicorn, that's dim witted!" She grunted slightly as she laboriously stepped out from the hole, dusting herself off before turning and looking back at the wreckage. Muttering under her breath she began to wave her hands, the pieces of gingerbread picking themselves up and fitting themselves back into place.

Sundrop retreated to allow the witch ample room between them. Her words made the unicorn feel foolish. She watched her work with conflicting thoughts.

Finally, she asked, "What other reason is there to have a house of sweets?"

"Why would anyone want a house of wood? Or brick?" the witch returned. "It takes skill to keep a house like this up! Especially with all these stupid hero types who think they can do whatever they please with other people's homes."

"Skill better suited to addressing the thorns," she blurted unabashedly.

Well, maybe a little abashedly.

But it was true! (Right?)

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