Curiousity Killed the Cheshire Cat

"You just… heard of the Dark One’s castle and decided to have a look? Risky decision," Belle shook her head a moment before the question truly registered, and she broke out in laughter, holding up her hands, "Ah, no. No, I’m not… Trust me, when you see him, you would know."

"Well, yes? I didn't think he'd really invite me in if I asked... Why are you here, then?"

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"'Bugger my way through'?" She raises a brow, smirking.

"Will Scarlet?  Yeah, I’ve met him.  Didn’t think he had any friends, honestly."

"Will? Well, I do see your point, actually. He has a good heart, though.  When it's in his chest, that is."

"I've heard this was the Dark One's castle. I just wanted to have a look, really! Are you the Dark One, then?"

"Arendelle’s a beautiful kingdom - I just wish it wasn’t so cold!"

"I will, I think. Right after I visit the Land Without Magic. I'm visiting as many realms as I can, you see."

"Alice. I'm quite new here, really..."

"I couldn't read any of them. They seem to be in some strange language..."

"Oh? What’s so strange about it?"

"I don't know what any of these things are! What's... What's this?" She may well have just forgotten things after years in Wonderland, but much of it she doesn't know.

By now, she was used to random requests for help on the streets by the citizens of Storybrooke.  She was Sheriff, and Savior.  She had to be.  But never before had the request been because someone was lost.  She knew that the others were suspicious of anyone new in town, so she was inwardly wary while maintaining a friendly exterior.  ”I don’t mind, no.  What seems to be the problem?  Beyond being lost, I mean.”

"Just that, actually. I... This certainly doesn't look much like Wonderland at all. Do you know if the hatter is here? Or the knave of hearts would probably be better. A little more stable, really. He also goes by the name of Will, I think?"

A slow cheshire grin pulled the corners of his lips as he folded his hands together. He held a regal stature, yet something about him was off, “You’re one of the Alices… isn’t that right?” A slow tilt of the head, his amber hues still fixed on her, “We have met, not mutually though.” He chuckled at the memory. Crossing her scent while tracking Cyrus a few times on behalf of an anonymous hire. 

"One of them? There are others? And what exactly do you mean by 'not mutually'? Meetings really do have to be mutual."