Fables: Twisted Tales IC
It was like any other day in Fabletown. Fall was approaching, as the biting cold drove many citizens into their homes, seeking warmth.. Only a few souls lingered outside. But there was something more... sinister lurking about... just waiting for the right chance to strike. The relative peace of Fabletown would be crushed with a single swipe... He only had to be patient, and move quickly and silently. His reign of terror would occur once more, and surely chaos would follow.
Meanwhile, the citizens of Fabletown brace for the upcoming winter. This winter would be especially harsh, with a record number of Fables in poverty. Still, they will get by as they always have.... At least that's what they think...
If only they Knew....
IC: Rook ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply and looking down at his feet as he walked the roads of Fabletown.
Couldn't he remember his keys for once?
Anka sighed as he dropped onto the couch. It had been another long, hard, day's work of doing nothing. He turned on the TV, and flipped through some channels. There wasn't much on, so he sighed again and looked around the room, searching for some kind of inspiration to relieve the ceaseless boredom.
The elliptical room was made of a shiny metal, and floored in a thick, dark green rug. Some pillows were scattered along the wall towards one end, along with a couple blankets and a small bean-bag chair. The other end was dominated by electrical equipment, somewhat resembling a television studio. State-of-the-art microphones and computers were set up, as well as high-definition cameras and special-effect greenscreens. Nearer to the center of the room was the couch, and facing it was the large flatscreen TV he was currently "watching". The room was notable only in that it lacked doors of any kind, or windows, for that matter.
You see, djinn have the ability to translocate themselves in-and-out of containers, such as lamps and bottles. While inside their chosen compartment, they reside on an alternate plane of existence, closer to the dimension they originate in, than Planet Earth. If someone were to reach inside the bottle, there would be no sign of occupancy on the mortal level. However, when seen from the djinni's point of view, it can be furnished in any way they desire.
Anka had used the conjuration power of the Lamp to satisfy his hobbies, ranging over the past from model airplanes to supermodels. His current fad, although it was soon to end, was computer games and video design.
The Lamp itself stood on a lonely shelf in the back of an antique shop, located in one of the many alleys of Fabletown. The owner of said shop didn't pay much attention to it, so the goods sat around gathering dust while he whiled away the hours with cheap rum. Customers came and went, although not as often as to be good for business, and all this time, the Lamp awaited its Possessor.
Today had been a good catch, there had been several different kinds of fish, all of them delicious. Or at least, Chine 1 hoped they were. He hadn't tried them yet, and wasn't planning on it any time soon, either. Winter would be upon them soon, and he needed to stock up. He would need extra money, because things got more expensive during the winter, and he would need to dry and salt a lot of fish for the winter. Winters here usually meant his pond would freeze, so he couldn't go fishing there. He put the fish into his basket, and walked back to his house and started hanging them outside on the drying rack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a boy wearing all black, complete with black hair. He was walking past, and seemed to be very deep in thought.
A petite woman walked out of the hair salon, her long hair in a thick braid. She swept the leaves away from the front door and kept her eyes low. She looked up and smiled brightly at a young-looking woman with curly black hair. Zelia, the blonde with a braid, continued to sweep. She hadn't thought of looking for her parents. To her, they were long gone. She looked up at a sign across the way. It was a picture of her when she was younger on a lost sign. She shook her head. That was a long time ago and she wasn't in the mood to look for something that could depress her.
"How're we looking Sandra?" the sharp dressed man asked. He took wide steps, as if he were playing around aimlessly, but in reality, his voice led one to believe he was truly serious. "Were up by four percent sir" the woman responded. She sat at the desk of the colossal architecture of a home, reading off of charts and graphs, watching numbers elevate and drop within fractions of a second. "So the investment paid off, good to hear. How about we celebrate tonight Sandra?" the man asked, laying his elbows on the desk, reflecting his image through her glasses. "I'm going out with my husband tonight sir" she responded, blushing at the sense of his emotional body heat and facial expression. "Oh! I had no idea. Pity then, you are really attractive Misses Sandra, just my luck" the man said, walking towards the walls made of glass, looking out onto his plateau. "May I ask you a question Mr. Jones?" The man known as Mister Jones was actually, in his sense of reality, Captain Hook, the infamous pirate of the seven seas. "Sandra, Sandra, how many times do I have to tell you...? You may call me by my first name, Killian, and ask away" Jones responded, walking back to his secretary and financial adviser. "Yes...Killian sir. Just wondering, why aren't you already married sir? You're rich, handsome, you've got everything, just not a woman?" she questioned. Killian's smile turned upside down. A neutral formality of lip exposure appeared across his face. Sandra noticed his expression and spoke "I didn't mean to be out of place sir, apologies." One could sense his tendency to speak, but his words just wouldn't come out. After a second to breathe, he was able to regain control and balance his authority. He clapped his hands and smiled. "I just haven't found the right woman, that's all" he joked, not showing the truth behind his act. "Now, you're off the clock Misses Sandra, you may go, I also have some matters to attend to, after you" he said, opening the door of the main office in order to walk after her, downstairs, and out the front gate. Sandra drove off in her small red SUV, while Killian hoped on his limo, allowing his chauffeur to drive him to a business conference.
OOC: Technically speaking, if anyone wanted to have their char recognize Rook, he is the Librarian of Fabletown.
IC: Rook stopped walking, sitting on a bench and pulling a leather volume out of his pocket. The book expanded to a more average size, the reader starting to thumb through it.
Rapunzel, the elaborate script noted on one page. He smiled slightly and waved at the girl on the other side of the street.
"Merrill Organic Foods Industry has become one of the most popular markets in town now!" A young businessman exclaimed, "Business has been skyrocketing faster and faster miraculously!"
"It's all thanks to you sir!" Another replied, "You have made this all possible Mr. Merrill!"
"Why thank you," Jackson, the first businessman, replied, "But I truly think that the success of this company is to all of you! And with that, I think we'll call this meeting to a close!"
As Jackson left the building, he smirked and began snickering, "Of course my business has made money... Because of my influence and power Ive been able to do whatever the hell I want... Ever since these Mundies have come along its almost been easy pickings! If only Mother could see me now!" He said to himself, "Sadly though... I could be the richest man in the world... And it still wouldn't be enough for me... It's a true shame... Oh well, time to return to my manor and perhaps have a fresh cup of hot tea!"
"Business is business after all Mr. Jackson. Nowadays, competition is rash. You make one mistake, JUST ONE! And they get you for all your money mate. You know what I'm saying? DON'T INTERRUPT! Now....I heard about your business proposal with Mr........Merill was it? From Merill Organic Foods. Oh yes, that man. So it seems your investments towards my company have already came to a close, isn't that right? Right Charles!?" Killian stated, turning back to his chauffeur. All three men stood at the docks of Fabletown. Killian's grand ship floated on the calm waters, echoing its beauty through the rapid breeze. Killian wore a smile upon his face from all the excitement that was unfolding, though it wasn't a good time for those gestures, but it seemed to be frightening businessman Jackson, just as intended. But that was the beginning. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Killian came ramming his fist into Jackson's gut, forcing him to timber to the wood that stood below him, clashing hard against its surface. Killian watched, still standing, motionless, his blood pressure racing rapidly as his smile faded into a frown and his left brow raised vigorously. He bent forth an picked Jackson back to his feet, pushing him into the black elongated limo. "Now you listen to me mate! Your business with Merill is done. Your investments towards my company will double. If you......lets say........don't pay me, I hope Lady Violet and your poor boy Jacob don't mind if uncle Jones drops by once in a while" he said, smiling with malice, forcing Jackson to feel threatened and weak. Killian's grasp then loosened, allowing Jackson to regain balance and become free to move around once again. He walked towards his limo where Charles opened the back door for him. Before entering, he spoke. "Now Mr. Jackson, I hope you make the right decision! Charles, lets go to the library really quickly, there's another thing I have to take care of" and with that, the limo took off, brilliantly shinning with the sun and its rays, pulling focus from all other drivers in the streets of Fabletown.
Chine 1 finished hanging up his fish to dry and went inside. After washing his hands real quick, he suddenly felt different. He was no longer Chine 1, but... Chine 3. So now he could grow his legs as much as he wanted. Fabulous! Chine 3 walked outside, stretched his arms, then walked down the street, growing and shrinking his legs to make him move faster, as well as look sort of like a circus clown, without the makeup. And also the clothes. He arrived at the library at the same time as a black limo. He waved at the people inside the limo, then realized that his legs were a bit too stretched. He flicked his fingers for effect and his legs shrank down to normal size.