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"It’s your turn to take the test" Ruby expressed it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His reactions made her smile. "Why can’t I touch you?" she cocked her head, still grinning. "Does it make you uncomfortable? because if it does I’ll stop" she held her hands up in surrender.

Whether I impress you or not is not my concern.  As for the information you are oh so willing to share, it would depend on the name of the price you desire. Otherwise, I can just find out the information on my own.

"Peter Pan is nothing like your stories, Dearie. He captures children and keeps them captive, he hurt my family and many more. He now takes people’s souls and we must obey him whenever he commands us. He abused my son and my grandson and threatens us" He can’t think of his family right now, he’d cry "Now you must want to know why you are brought here. In a certain world we all are stories, including you. I might be a story in more realms as stories than you, but in this certain realm, all of us have been put into twisted stories, and this realm is the heart of what stories contain. Stories are full of hope, intelligence, and belief and you hold one of the main 3 parts: intelligence. If Pan gets your soul he could do great harm to other realms by just storytelling. I do not know if he knows this but if he does, we cannot let that happen. He has also brought other characters, they have a strong impact, there are also people not in stories but they are still here for souls. The drop of your blood is a key element in a potion that can stop Pan, I however have been stripped from my powers so I cannot perform this but Elsa can. She will not listen to me though. If you have good" Rumple sighs remembering what he has down and wonders if this will makeup for it "if you have good we can stop Pan from taking anymore souls and we can kill him. You must become a fake ally of his, deduce him and figure out his weaknesses, and we will be able to stop him. It won’t be easy" Rumple prays that Sherlock will listen to him, he might have done horrible things in the past but he will make up for this by stopping Pan.

Then he continued. What he heard was more than a simple deal. "What you're asking me to do is more than what was offered." He stated firmly. "Do you really believe that this all could be possible? And if you are really saying a potion can stop this..Pan, how would we know for sure? It'd be suicide to go in and try to stop him, only to have it all not work. Then this effort would be for nothing." Sherlock held his arm, purring pressure at the skin to keep from it stinging anymore. 

He let his breath meet the air as his thoughts whirled in his head. This was crazy. Certainly not what he had anticipated before accepting this small deal. Thinking out loud once more, Sherlock spoke, "Do we know for certain this will stop him? Can we free the souls he has taken? And if we stop him, would there be a way back home?" His eyes focused to the elder man who now held some of his blood in hand. 

"From what I've heard, this Pan has no weaknesses. And if he did, he would not share them so blindly." Given with how powerful he seems to be and all those he has snatched, it seems like this Pan knows just what to do. A dangerous being. And with the Shadow lurking..

"Maybe" she paused for a moment, unfolding her fingers once more. She stepped closer to the man trying to make herself roughly his height. Whispering in his ear. "Its your turn" she smirked deviously pressing her finger into his stomach before stepping back wards to see his reaction.

The woman stepped closer, whispering to him that it was truly his turn. "Turn for what?" He asked, curious once more. This woman was becoming more than bothersome. Her touch worked it's way to his stomach, to which he worked to slap her hand away. "Do not touch me." He warned angerly. Looking outwards and back towards the woman, Sherlock aimed his footing away from her. 

Whether I impress you or not is not my concern.  As for the information you are oh so willing to share, it would depend on the name of the price you desire. Otherwise, I can just find out the information on my own.

"If you truly believe this, and are willing to give me the information you promised, I'll do it." Sherlock breathed a deep breath from his lungs. He wondered in the back of his mind if this was truly a poor decision on his part. Knowing his luck, it would not be a surprise. But he felt as if there was not much to lose at this point. 

"Just a few things here and there, its only one of those magic anons, I don’t think this will do any harm" she shrugged her shoulders, stepping closer.

"What am I doing?” she tapped her bottom lip, unfolding her fingers hesitating to point at him. “The question is, what are you doing” she smirked at the man. “Just got to pick the right time” she dropped her arms to her sides tapping on her thighs.

No. No, it was the power of some magic anon. Both words did not click well together. Something he was rather unsure about. As many should be. Clearing his throat, the tall man did his best to stand firm. Shoulders narrow and his head held high, he wanted to show he was not afraid of her. Nor was he embarrassed as she had assumed. No, he was more confused as well as unsure. He was only slightly worried for her. Perhaps she was under the influence of something. Or someone. 

The man nodded to Ruby and was prepared to make his way through the area in case she was busy doing something else. "I'm just passing through-" His words were put to a stop as the woman's hand met with his chest. Her finger tracing elements of his outfit and form. "Uh.." His breath left his lungs as the woman's eyes met with his. Her pupils were a tad wider than he last saw them. She was aimed to him at the moment. And her recent words rather worried him, causing his body to desire a step back. 

"Test subject?" He repeated. "What is on your mind?" He questioned, taking another cautious step back and his eyes focused to her gaze. Ruby stated the new effect of his collar being turned up. A feature he was used to doing on colder days. After a odd while of wearing a bed sheet, he would rather be bundled up more than not at all. Shaking his head to her odd touches from moments ago, he stated a question again, this time, much more sternly.