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The World Author: What Story Will You Write?
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The First Story: Setting, Name, and Story
- Location
- USA
In a realm beyond and between the endless possibilities of the multiverse, in a small and humble home, was a being that looked like any other person. This entity was a human like being with smooth greying black hair, soft blue eyes filled with wonder, and wore a attire that resembled that of a certain time traveling Doctor's tenth life. He sat in a fine chair made of ivory wood, behind a well made desk with subtle fantastical animal designs craved in. Dragon, unicorns, griffons, krakens, and more such magnificent creatures were all present upon the desk, surrounding a smooth blank space reserved for papers, books, and more. The man weld in his right hand a writing quill, or was it a pen? Perhaps it is both or neither. The man with the quill that might also be a pen had a look of deep thought on his face, thinking of a myriad of different works that had yet to be written. The man looked upon the sheets of paper he had place on the blank space of the desk and said to himself, "What Story Will I Write Today? What Kind of World Will I Create?" Then the man looked up, and saw you.
"Oh, hello there." Said the man. "How did you get here? Most people don't know I even exist, let alone manage to visit my little home." The man then looked back to his papers, and then to his quill that was also a pen, before looking back at you with a twinkle in his eye. "Maybe you can help me with something. You see, I've written many different stories in my long life, but never once have had someone to bouncy ideas off of, or to give me suggestions. I would like you to help me write my newest story." The man's offer left you surprised, you were being offered a chance to help write a story with a man who could write whole world's into being? Such an chance, an opportunity, had never crossed your mind before, and yet here it is now.
Not knowing what else to say, you agree.
The man smiles and shakes your right hand with his unoccupied left. You feel a tingling sensation run up your arm, not painful or bad, just tingly. You see a symbol of a writing quill and a book on the back of your hand, a sign of your agreement with the "Author". You ask the "Author" what they should do first, to which he replied. "Well my new friend, we start with what kind of world we want our story to take place. I am feeling something on the more science fiction side of things, a world of marvelous technology and strange science. But, perhaps you have something else in that head of yours?"
You did actually, but you were uncertain of just how to say it, if you say it at all. You...
[]-Suggest a Different Setting.
-[] A World of Magic and Fantasy, where Wizards cast spells, gallant knights face down dragons, where all many of creatures dwell.
-[] A World of Heroes and Villians, where people with amazing powers help others or seek their own gain.
-[] A World of Science and Magic, a mixture of technology and the arcane arts.
-[] Write-In.
[]-Don't Suggest a Different Setting.
The Author nods his head and writes down some notes on the setting, and out one of the house's windows you see something amazing. You watch as a World slowly begin a to fade and filler into existence, a World that held so much potential. "Breathtaking isn't it? Watching the birth of a brand new World, it never gets old." Said the Author. "By the way, and I apologize for not asking early, but what is your name?"
You say your name is...
[]-Name: Write-In.
The Author smiles. "What a nice name, now then shall we continue?" You nod and he speaks again. "Well, now that we have our setting, we need the actual story we will be writing. I am thinking something a little old school, a classic tale of a band of heroes facing down an evil empire to save the world. Again, feel free to speak your mind if you think of anything different."
You think and decide to....
[]-Suggest a Different Story
-[] About a explorer or a group of explorers traveling the World and discovering many wondrous and terrifying thing on their adventures.
-[] A story of spies and espionage, of thrilling and suave rogues, amazing escapes, and a game of intrigue.
-[] A story of romance between the heirs of two kingdoms forbidden by their families.
-[] Write-In.
[]-Don't Suggest a different story.
"Oh, hello there." Said the man. "How did you get here? Most people don't know I even exist, let alone manage to visit my little home." The man then looked back to his papers, and then to his quill that was also a pen, before looking back at you with a twinkle in his eye. "Maybe you can help me with something. You see, I've written many different stories in my long life, but never once have had someone to bouncy ideas off of, or to give me suggestions. I would like you to help me write my newest story." The man's offer left you surprised, you were being offered a chance to help write a story with a man who could write whole world's into being? Such an chance, an opportunity, had never crossed your mind before, and yet here it is now.
Not knowing what else to say, you agree.
The man smiles and shakes your right hand with his unoccupied left. You feel a tingling sensation run up your arm, not painful or bad, just tingly. You see a symbol of a writing quill and a book on the back of your hand, a sign of your agreement with the "Author". You ask the "Author" what they should do first, to which he replied. "Well my new friend, we start with what kind of world we want our story to take place. I am feeling something on the more science fiction side of things, a world of marvelous technology and strange science. But, perhaps you have something else in that head of yours?"
You did actually, but you were uncertain of just how to say it, if you say it at all. You...
[]-Suggest a Different Setting.
-[] A World of Magic and Fantasy, where Wizards cast spells, gallant knights face down dragons, where all many of creatures dwell.
-[] A World of Heroes and Villians, where people with amazing powers help others or seek their own gain.
-[] A World of Science and Magic, a mixture of technology and the arcane arts.
-[] Write-In.
[]-Don't Suggest a Different Setting.
The Author nods his head and writes down some notes on the setting, and out one of the house's windows you see something amazing. You watch as a World slowly begin a to fade and filler into existence, a World that held so much potential. "Breathtaking isn't it? Watching the birth of a brand new World, it never gets old." Said the Author. "By the way, and I apologize for not asking early, but what is your name?"
You say your name is...
[]-Name: Write-In.
The Author smiles. "What a nice name, now then shall we continue?" You nod and he speaks again. "Well, now that we have our setting, we need the actual story we will be writing. I am thinking something a little old school, a classic tale of a band of heroes facing down an evil empire to save the world. Again, feel free to speak your mind if you think of anything different."
You think and decide to....
[]-Suggest a Different Story
-[] About a explorer or a group of explorers traveling the World and discovering many wondrous and terrifying thing on their adventures.
-[] A story of spies and espionage, of thrilling and suave rogues, amazing escapes, and a game of intrigue.
-[] A story of romance between the heirs of two kingdoms forbidden by their families.
-[] Write-In.
[]-Don't Suggest a different story.
First Story: The Characters and The Beginning.
- Location
- USA
The World you suggested was quite similar to a modern day version of Earth, pretty mundane and normal. At least, that was how it used to be before the Fables came. One day, just like any other, characters from all kinds of fiction from myths, folk tales, books, and even a few from comic books. Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, King Arthur, Herakles, The Wicked Witch of the West, and more just one day pop into this World, lost, confused, and sometimes violent. In order to make sure the greater population doesn't find out about the Fables and go into a mass panic, a group of government workers was assigned with the task of finding these Fables, bring them in, find out why this is happening, and to see if they can stop or even reverse it. These workers are the "heroes" of this Story, the protagonists. But first we must know who they are, their personalities, their wants, and more. The Author looks at you. "Don't worry Quill, I won't ask for specifics or anything. I just want some guidelines, or if you want I can do it myself." The Author seemed quite pleased with your Creativity and undoubtedly wanted to hear more. You decide to...
[]-Give Him A Few Group Suggestions.
-[] A Classic Five Man Band: A Leader, A Lancer, A Big Guy, A Smart Guy, and the Heart.
-[] A Dynamic Duo.
-[] A Power Trio.
-[] An Organization.
-[] Write In.
[]-Give A Few Character Suggestions.
-[] They are just in it for the Money
-[] They genuinely want to help out the Fables.
-[] They are simply following orders
-[] A Combination of the Above.
-[] Write In.
[]-Not Give Any Suggestions.
The Author writes in the details, whether you give any suggestions or not, and you see the characters come into existence. Now then, how to kick off the story? "I am thinking something of an explosive beginning, a mission gone wrong. Our heroes go in to retrieve a Fable, only for them to find them either dead, missing, or maybe discovering that this particular Fable was a Monster instead of peaceful. What do you think, Quill?" The Author asked. You think on it, this kind of opening would quickly introduce a clear conflict from the start and opened the avenue for additional plot. But at the same time, it had its issues. You decide to...
[]-Give a Suggestion
-[] Start Slow, introduce the main cast and supporting characters first.
-[] Have them begin at the start of a mission rather than during it.
-[] Write In.
[]-Don't Give A Suggestion.
The Author starts writing, and the Story begins. "Actually." Said the Author. "What shall we be calling this work? Every good story needs a Title after all." Somehow tha fought had completely slipped your mind and you say the first thing that you can think of, which was...
[]-Write In.
[]-Give Him A Few Group Suggestions.
-[] A Classic Five Man Band: A Leader, A Lancer, A Big Guy, A Smart Guy, and the Heart.
-[] A Dynamic Duo.
-[] A Power Trio.
-[] An Organization.
-[] Write In.
[]-Give A Few Character Suggestions.
-[] They are just in it for the Money
-[] They genuinely want to help out the Fables.
-[] They are simply following orders
-[] A Combination of the Above.
-[] Write In.
[]-Not Give Any Suggestions.
The Author writes in the details, whether you give any suggestions or not, and you see the characters come into existence. Now then, how to kick off the story? "I am thinking something of an explosive beginning, a mission gone wrong. Our heroes go in to retrieve a Fable, only for them to find them either dead, missing, or maybe discovering that this particular Fable was a Monster instead of peaceful. What do you think, Quill?" The Author asked. You think on it, this kind of opening would quickly introduce a clear conflict from the start and opened the avenue for additional plot. But at the same time, it had its issues. You decide to...
[]-Give a Suggestion
-[] Start Slow, introduce the main cast and supporting characters first.
-[] Have them begin at the start of a mission rather than during it.
-[] Write In.
[]-Don't Give A Suggestion.
The Author starts writing, and the Story begins. "Actually." Said the Author. "What shall we be calling this work? Every good story needs a Title after all." Somehow tha fought had completely slipped your mind and you say the first thing that you can think of, which was...
[]-Write In.
The First Story: Chapter 1.1
- Location
- USA
The Author seemed quite pleased with your suggestions. He chuckled at the title you cane up with, amused by the word play. ""Off The Books", what a clever name for this tale. Now then, let's us truly begin this story." The Author begins to write with his quill. Words appear on the pages faster than you can track, seemingly flashing into existence while the Author's hand blurred. You turn your attention to the window and see that the World has been set into motion. You watch as the scene plays out before your very eyes.
I was running, trying to get away from the thing that the brass had sent me to try to "recover". My lungs burned and my legs screamed in protest, how long have I been running for? Hours, days, months? I don't know, I just know that if I stop then it will be over. I will die at the hands of that monster just like the others. It's long branch like arms reached out from the shadows, I could see its blank featureless face gazing at me in my mind. The trees were closing in, darkness creeped in from the edge of my vision. I suddenly go down, falling to the ground while pain shots up one of my legs. I look down and see that my left facing an unnatural angle and a large root. I tripped, I broke my ankle, I had stopped running. I try to stand up, to keep running for my life, to get away from it, but the pain was too much and I fall back to the ground. I try to crawl away, but something grabs me by the back of my neck and lifts me up into the air. I flail around and try to get free, but its grip is to strong. I look into that black face that wasn't a face, and I scream before feeling the grip around throat tighten until-
SNAP!
The man in my hand goes limb and cold, just like the rest. I let go and watch as the new corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
Ah, silence at last.
...Well, that was...something. You just watched a man die in front of your eyes at the hands of a popular Creepypasta. You honestly don't know how feel about that. You know that person was real, with their own life they lived, but there was just this sense of disconnection that made you not see him as a person. Does that make you a bad person?
[]-Yes
[]-No
[]-Maybe?
You continue to watch as the scene changes to a group of people in suits all gathered around a table.
"...And lead to the deaths of Agents Taylor, Grimm, Richardson, and Alexandria. As of now, that section of the Black Forest is off limits to the public until we can find a way to bring this Fable in. Any questions?" Said a man in black suit with brown hair, green eyes and a scar going over his left eye. This was Adam Williams, the least of the Fables Recovery Agency, or F.R.A. for short. Using his connections in the world governments and with more shady characters, he had help the agency recover Fables such as Snow White, Alice, Beowulf, and more.
"Are we at least aware of what Fable has claimed that territory?" Asked an older man with grey hair, glasses over blue eyes. He wore a lab coat over a blue medical scrubs. Professor Henry Bridges was the head of research and development for the Agency, studying the legends of Fables, looking for any weaknesses that the field agents can exploit while also trying to find out why and how Fables were entering the real world, and find a way to stop it.
"Before we lost communications, the agents described the Fable as tall with long limbs, no face, and wearing a black suit. So we're dealing with the Slender-Man, a popular Creepypasta with quite a few interpretations." Said a woman in a suit with short blond hair and blue eyes. Rachel Woods was the Agencies top psychiatrist and helped not only the agents but also the displaced Fables, finding out you are a fictional character can be pretty stressing on the mind as it turns out.
"Great, another psycho I'm going to have to defend in court. Why not put these kind of Fables down like the beasts they are? With the wolf at least he proved useful, but these Creepypastas cause us nothing but trouble!" This was the lawyer for the Agency and, by extension, the Fables. Jonathan Green was a stick of a man with a pointy nose, Brown eyes, and black slicked back hair. He also was very rude in your opinion, caring only for money. But damn was he one hell of a lawyer.
This was the point where I made my own statement. "Our job is to help Fables, even the bad ones. Plus, we still don't know what will happen if a Fable dies in our world. We can't afford to take any chances." I said. My name is Joshua Parker, just a simple man following orders. A simple man who could snap most people in half like a toothpick, and the guy in charge of both the PR and HR departments. Now just one of those wouldn't be so bad, but both? I was way in over my head. In fact...
[]-It's a miracle I've managed to keep both our numbers and our image in good shape!
[]-Our image isn't very great, but at least we got plenty of man power.
[]-We have a pretty great image, but each Agent is a precious resource.
[]-We don't have a good image and we don't have enough agents.
I was running, trying to get away from the thing that the brass had sent me to try to "recover". My lungs burned and my legs screamed in protest, how long have I been running for? Hours, days, months? I don't know, I just know that if I stop then it will be over. I will die at the hands of that monster just like the others. It's long branch like arms reached out from the shadows, I could see its blank featureless face gazing at me in my mind. The trees were closing in, darkness creeped in from the edge of my vision. I suddenly go down, falling to the ground while pain shots up one of my legs. I look down and see that my left facing an unnatural angle and a large root. I tripped, I broke my ankle, I had stopped running. I try to stand up, to keep running for my life, to get away from it, but the pain was too much and I fall back to the ground. I try to crawl away, but something grabs me by the back of my neck and lifts me up into the air. I flail around and try to get free, but its grip is to strong. I look into that black face that wasn't a face, and I scream before feeling the grip around throat tighten until-
SNAP!
The man in my hand goes limb and cold, just like the rest. I let go and watch as the new corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
Ah, silence at last.
...Well, that was...something. You just watched a man die in front of your eyes at the hands of a popular Creepypasta. You honestly don't know how feel about that. You know that person was real, with their own life they lived, but there was just this sense of disconnection that made you not see him as a person. Does that make you a bad person?
[]-Yes
[]-No
[]-Maybe?
You continue to watch as the scene changes to a group of people in suits all gathered around a table.
"...And lead to the deaths of Agents Taylor, Grimm, Richardson, and Alexandria. As of now, that section of the Black Forest is off limits to the public until we can find a way to bring this Fable in. Any questions?" Said a man in black suit with brown hair, green eyes and a scar going over his left eye. This was Adam Williams, the least of the Fables Recovery Agency, or F.R.A. for short. Using his connections in the world governments and with more shady characters, he had help the agency recover Fables such as Snow White, Alice, Beowulf, and more.
"Are we at least aware of what Fable has claimed that territory?" Asked an older man with grey hair, glasses over blue eyes. He wore a lab coat over a blue medical scrubs. Professor Henry Bridges was the head of research and development for the Agency, studying the legends of Fables, looking for any weaknesses that the field agents can exploit while also trying to find out why and how Fables were entering the real world, and find a way to stop it.
"Before we lost communications, the agents described the Fable as tall with long limbs, no face, and wearing a black suit. So we're dealing with the Slender-Man, a popular Creepypasta with quite a few interpretations." Said a woman in a suit with short blond hair and blue eyes. Rachel Woods was the Agencies top psychiatrist and helped not only the agents but also the displaced Fables, finding out you are a fictional character can be pretty stressing on the mind as it turns out.
"Great, another psycho I'm going to have to defend in court. Why not put these kind of Fables down like the beasts they are? With the wolf at least he proved useful, but these Creepypastas cause us nothing but trouble!" This was the lawyer for the Agency and, by extension, the Fables. Jonathan Green was a stick of a man with a pointy nose, Brown eyes, and black slicked back hair. He also was very rude in your opinion, caring only for money. But damn was he one hell of a lawyer.
This was the point where I made my own statement. "Our job is to help Fables, even the bad ones. Plus, we still don't know what will happen if a Fable dies in our world. We can't afford to take any chances." I said. My name is Joshua Parker, just a simple man following orders. A simple man who could snap most people in half like a toothpick, and the guy in charge of both the PR and HR departments. Now just one of those wouldn't be so bad, but both? I was way in over my head. In fact...
[]-It's a miracle I've managed to keep both our numbers and our image in good shape!
[]-Our image isn't very great, but at least we got plenty of man power.
[]-We have a pretty great image, but each Agent is a precious resource.
[]-We don't have a good image and we don't have enough agents.
The First Story: Chapter 1.2
- Location
- USA
You weren't sure whether this sense of disconnection made you a bad person or not. You probably could have prevented those deaths, but these were just characters in a story. But, you could see the World, the lives living on it, and you knew it was really there. You didn't know what to think. You push it out of your mind as you watch the Author continue to write.
...The number of agents available was low, only about two dozen now after the loss of the team sent into the Black Forest. On the other hand, I had managed to improve our public image to the point where most Fables will come along willing for relocation. Of course, Creepypastas and monstrous Fables needed to be subdued still, but that was expected.
Green scoffed. "I am well aware Mr. Parker, I am simply making my thoughts known." Oh I know you are, seems to be the only thing you do at these meetings. Sometimes I wonder why the powers that be put you in charge instead of someone more agreeable. I turn my attention to Professor Bridges when the older man coughs.
"Regarding the consequences of a Fable expiring, I believe I may have a theory." Bridges stood up and passed everyone a file. Opening it, I see a lot of scientific jargon and words I had never seen before. "I have noticed that Fables display an incredible amount of durability, but only the ones who are well known. I have also noticed that Fables that are lesser known or obscure seem more susceptible to the frailties of the average human and, unlike their better known counterparts, they have a harder time calling upon any abilities their legends attribute to them."
"Where is this going Prof?" Asked Rachel. I was curious myself, though I think I was getting an idea. The Professor looked at each of us before speaking. "I had preformed an experiment involving the testing of a Fable's durability. An accident occurred, and the Fable received what should have been a fatal wound." He brings up an image of a girl with a red hood and cape, with a large piece of shrapnel going through where her heart would be. Then the image change to that same girl, Little Red Riding Hood, an hour later looking completely healthy. "The Fable, Little Red Riding Hood, had a piece of shrapnel go through her chest and destroy her heart, only for the damage to fade away like a mirage in an hour. During this time, she showed no signs of pain or discomfort, not even aware she had received an injury that would kill you or me."
"Ignoring the fact this wasn't brought to our attention sooner, are you saying Fables are immortal?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. The professor shook his head. "Yes and No. For while Fables whose tales and legends are well known do appear to possess this form of Immortality, I theorize that Fables who are obscure, or who are particularly forgotten, do not."
Williams leaned back into his chair, having taken a seat while the professor started talking. "While I can't say I approve of how we got this information, this could help us in subduing Fables that aren't friendly. Though...
[]-For now we stick with what we've been doing.
[]-I'm going to need to make a few phone calls. (Choose 1)
-[] Bigger Guns: The F.R.A. gets access to some more lethal weaponry.
-[] More Men: The F.R.A. get 3d6 additional Agents.
-[] Myth vs Myth: The F.R.A. gets permission to recruit Fables.
After that and a few more formalities, the meeting was over and we all went our separate ways. I headed straight to my office, but on the way I bumped into someone unexpected. They had an aura and look to them that made some part of my subconscious realize that this person was a Fable. I also recognized just which one of the many Fables this was, it was...
[]-Cú Chulainn
[]-Robin Hood
[]-Little Red Riding Hood
[]-Beowulf
[]-Alice
[]-Snow White.
...The number of agents available was low, only about two dozen now after the loss of the team sent into the Black Forest. On the other hand, I had managed to improve our public image to the point where most Fables will come along willing for relocation. Of course, Creepypastas and monstrous Fables needed to be subdued still, but that was expected.
Green scoffed. "I am well aware Mr. Parker, I am simply making my thoughts known." Oh I know you are, seems to be the only thing you do at these meetings. Sometimes I wonder why the powers that be put you in charge instead of someone more agreeable. I turn my attention to Professor Bridges when the older man coughs.
"Regarding the consequences of a Fable expiring, I believe I may have a theory." Bridges stood up and passed everyone a file. Opening it, I see a lot of scientific jargon and words I had never seen before. "I have noticed that Fables display an incredible amount of durability, but only the ones who are well known. I have also noticed that Fables that are lesser known or obscure seem more susceptible to the frailties of the average human and, unlike their better known counterparts, they have a harder time calling upon any abilities their legends attribute to them."
"Where is this going Prof?" Asked Rachel. I was curious myself, though I think I was getting an idea. The Professor looked at each of us before speaking. "I had preformed an experiment involving the testing of a Fable's durability. An accident occurred, and the Fable received what should have been a fatal wound." He brings up an image of a girl with a red hood and cape, with a large piece of shrapnel going through where her heart would be. Then the image change to that same girl, Little Red Riding Hood, an hour later looking completely healthy. "The Fable, Little Red Riding Hood, had a piece of shrapnel go through her chest and destroy her heart, only for the damage to fade away like a mirage in an hour. During this time, she showed no signs of pain or discomfort, not even aware she had received an injury that would kill you or me."
"Ignoring the fact this wasn't brought to our attention sooner, are you saying Fables are immortal?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. The professor shook his head. "Yes and No. For while Fables whose tales and legends are well known do appear to possess this form of Immortality, I theorize that Fables who are obscure, or who are particularly forgotten, do not."
Williams leaned back into his chair, having taken a seat while the professor started talking. "While I can't say I approve of how we got this information, this could help us in subduing Fables that aren't friendly. Though...
[]-For now we stick with what we've been doing.
[]-I'm going to need to make a few phone calls. (Choose 1)
-[] Bigger Guns: The F.R.A. gets access to some more lethal weaponry.
-[] More Men: The F.R.A. get 3d6 additional Agents.
-[] Myth vs Myth: The F.R.A. gets permission to recruit Fables.
After that and a few more formalities, the meeting was over and we all went our separate ways. I headed straight to my office, but on the way I bumped into someone unexpected. They had an aura and look to them that made some part of my subconscious realize that this person was a Fable. I also recognized just which one of the many Fables this was, it was...
[]-Cú Chulainn
[]-Robin Hood
[]-Little Red Riding Hood
[]-Beowulf
[]-Alice
[]-Snow White.
Chapter 1.3
- Location
- USA
I was surprised to see the very Fable that revealed the apparent immortality of our charges, one Little Red Riding Hood. "Hello Mr. Parker, how are you?" The little girl asked. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a red and white dress along with her iconic hood. In her hands was a small basket filled with treats that never seemed to run out. You give her your best smile, and being the master of PR that you were, it was a very good one. "I'm doing fine Red, I should be asking you the something though. I found out about the accident." You say and you see her tilt her head in thought.
"I'm okay, at least that's what the doctors said. It was pretty weird, for awhile I didn't have a heart but felt like I still did. Then it just faded away, like a bad dream." She said, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Well, that was...strange? Then again Fables didn't always follow the normal way the world worked. The well known ones anyway, like the Professor said, the Fables from the more obscure legends and folklore out there were more...mortal? They didn't have any special abilities or if they did, they weren't very powerful. They were however the hardest to find, being able to vanish into the masses so easily. I wonder if that is an ability they got from being so obscure or- "Mr. Parker?" Little Red asked, breaking me out of my line of thought and letting me see her looking at me with a questioning expression.
"Sorry, just lost in thought. Is there something you need?" I asked. She nodded her head. "I'm looking for Mr. Hound, have you seen him?" She asked. I shook my head no, and she seemed to deflate a little. "Mr. Hound" was the nickname for the Celtic hero Cú Chulainn Red had given him after he explained that his name meant "Hound of Chulainn". It stuck ever since, and most of the younger and child like Fables had picked up on calling him that. It actually kind of cute. The two of us part as I head towards my office. When I arrived I sat down and looked over the files on my desk. I shift through them, until one catches my eye. It was...
Pick One:
[]-Project: Fable Haven. (A place for all the non-combative Fables to live with comfort.)
[]-Fable Cult Discovered. (???)
[]-Fable Mascots (???)
[]-Agent Try Outs (???)
You turn to the Author and ask if the P.o.V. could be changed. He agrees but asks which character you want. You think about it before deciding...
[]-Another Director
-[] Who?
[]-An Agent
[]-A Fable
-[] Who?
-[] Random.
"I'm okay, at least that's what the doctors said. It was pretty weird, for awhile I didn't have a heart but felt like I still did. Then it just faded away, like a bad dream." She said, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Well, that was...strange? Then again Fables didn't always follow the normal way the world worked. The well known ones anyway, like the Professor said, the Fables from the more obscure legends and folklore out there were more...mortal? They didn't have any special abilities or if they did, they weren't very powerful. They were however the hardest to find, being able to vanish into the masses so easily. I wonder if that is an ability they got from being so obscure or- "Mr. Parker?" Little Red asked, breaking me out of my line of thought and letting me see her looking at me with a questioning expression.
"Sorry, just lost in thought. Is there something you need?" I asked. She nodded her head. "I'm looking for Mr. Hound, have you seen him?" She asked. I shook my head no, and she seemed to deflate a little. "Mr. Hound" was the nickname for the Celtic hero Cú Chulainn Red had given him after he explained that his name meant "Hound of Chulainn". It stuck ever since, and most of the younger and child like Fables had picked up on calling him that. It actually kind of cute. The two of us part as I head towards my office. When I arrived I sat down and looked over the files on my desk. I shift through them, until one catches my eye. It was...
Pick One:
[]-Project: Fable Haven. (A place for all the non-combative Fables to live with comfort.)
[]-Fable Cult Discovered. (???)
[]-Fable Mascots (???)
[]-Agent Try Outs (???)
You turn to the Author and ask if the P.o.V. could be changed. He agrees but asks which character you want. You think about it before deciding...
[]-Another Director
-[] Who?
[]-An Agent
[]-A Fable
-[] Who?
-[] Random.