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I'd be interested, though I'm not sure which Villain to chose yet, but I'm currently leaning towards Penguin.
Feel free to inform me when the IC starts, as I might miss it between juggling a Fables RP at the same time and school work.
Cole's Office
Gideon leaned back in his chair and ground his teeth in frustration. He wasn't mad at Cole, so much as the situation this put him in. If he found nothing to ease the concerns of the Fairies, not only would his ass end up being chewed, but the fear and paranoia risked setting in among the Fairy Fable community, which wouldn't lead to anything good for them, other Fables, or the Mundies. He couldn't afford to wait for Bigby or even this Momo to produce the results he needed in their own time unless they were on to something right now, and he knew of a way to check. He dusted himself off and stood up from the chair.
"That's fine Cole, I was just hoping that something would have turned up about that by now...but in any case, do you mind if I use the Mirror? If Bigby and Momo truly are on the case, then I might as well try looking for them and see if they have any answers."
Gideon leaned back in his chair and ground his teeth in frustration. He wasn't mad at Cole, so much as the situation this put him in. If he found nothing to ease the concerns of the Fairies, not only would his ass end up being chewed, but the fear and paranoia risked setting in among the Fairy Fable community, which wouldn't lead to anything good for them, other Fables, or the Mundies. He couldn't afford to wait for Bigby or even this Momo to produce the results he needed in their own time unless they were on to something right now, and he knew of a way to check. He dusted himself off and stood up from the chair.
"That's fine Cole, I was just hoping that something would have turned up about that by now...but in any case, do you mind if I use the Mirror? If Bigby and Momo truly are on the case, then I might as well try looking for them and see if they have any answers."
Cole's Office
Gideon sat down in a chair in front of Cole's desk, adjusting his sleeves since his Glamour was fixed, and he steepled his fingers together. He began by speaking calmly and composed.
"Quite simply Cole, information on what's going on with this 'Fairy Dust'. Specifically on what we know about who is producing and distributing it."
He reaches into his coat and pulls out the bundle of letters he had read over. He fans the bundle in his hand to show Cole the variety of writers.
"I don't know how many letters your office has been getting, but I have as big a stack as ever from Fairies, both irate and composed, writing to me demanding reconciliation for their fears about being associated with this new drug. Both small-time pixies and gnomes as well as the bigger ladies are worried about their property, associates, and persons. Therefore, I need something to reassure them that they're safety will be assured."
Gideon sat down in a chair in front of Cole's desk, adjusting his sleeves since his Glamour was fixed, and he steepled his fingers together. He began by speaking calmly and composed.
"Quite simply Cole, information on what's going on with this 'Fairy Dust'. Specifically on what we know about who is producing and distributing it."
He reaches into his coat and pulls out the bundle of letters he had read over. He fans the bundle in his hand to show Cole the variety of writers.
"I don't know how many letters your office has been getting, but I have as big a stack as ever from Fairies, both irate and composed, writing to me demanding reconciliation for their fears about being associated with this new drug. Both small-time pixies and gnomes as well as the bigger ladies are worried about their property, associates, and persons. Therefore, I need something to reassure them that they're safety will be assured."
13th Floor of the Woodlands
Gideon passed the next half hour by reading through a couple of the letters from his mailbox as the Wicked Witch worked. Traditionally, Fairies could be very petty about what they complained to him about. Being some of the smallest Fables around for the most part, their problems were much different from most Fables. For them, a brick falling out a building could be a whole wall of their house destroyed or a hobo lighting a trash can for warmth could destroy their "property", and these were issues which weren't necessarily worth the attention of the Fabletown Government. This didn't mean that they should just be thrown out though, scorned Fairies could cause just as many problems as the ridiculousness of solving the issues of their problems directly would cause, it just meant Gideon had to be very creative at times in how he placated his constituents while not wasting time, money, or human resources.
Several of these letters appeared to be more serious complaints though, relating to the recent incidents linked to this new drug people were calling "Fairy Dust". Half a dozen letters alone were to have Gideon petition a ban on the phrase, as the writers felt that it was violating, or simply dangerous to have the drug be associated with them. Gideon understood the fear, if people somehow implicated Fairies in general of being behind the new drug, it could lead to potentially bloody vendettas, especially if this drug took off with more serious side effects besides comas.
The biggest problem Gideon had with dealing with this problem was that he knew next to nothing about the drug itself, or where it was reportedly being found, other than the fact that working girls had been caught comatose from it. He decided to head back downstairs and talk to Cole, or anyone else down there about it once his Glamour was fixed.
Gideon passed the next half hour by reading through a couple of the letters from his mailbox as the Wicked Witch worked. Traditionally, Fairies could be very petty about what they complained to him about. Being some of the smallest Fables around for the most part, their problems were much different from most Fables. For them, a brick falling out a building could be a whole wall of their house destroyed or a hobo lighting a trash can for warmth could destroy their "property", and these were issues which weren't necessarily worth the attention of the Fabletown Government. This didn't mean that they should just be thrown out though, scorned Fairies could cause just as many problems as the ridiculousness of solving the issues of their problems directly would cause, it just meant Gideon had to be very creative at times in how he placated his constituents while not wasting time, money, or human resources.
Several of these letters appeared to be more serious complaints though, relating to the recent incidents linked to this new drug people were calling "Fairy Dust". Half a dozen letters alone were to have Gideon petition a ban on the phrase, as the writers felt that it was violating, or simply dangerous to have the drug be associated with them. Gideon understood the fear, if people somehow implicated Fairies in general of being behind the new drug, it could lead to potentially bloody vendettas, especially if this drug took off with more serious side effects besides comas.
The biggest problem Gideon had with dealing with this problem was that he knew next to nothing about the drug itself, or where it was reportedly being found, other than the fact that working girls had been caught comatose from it. He decided to head back downstairs and talk to Cole, or anyone else down there about it once his Glamour was fixed.
13th Floor
Gideon scratched his head briefly in thought.
"I don't carry cash, but I'll drop an ounce of gold in your box by tomorrow if you give me the works."
He then glances around the room, checking out the window through the blinds to see where the sun was for time.
Gideon scratched his head briefly in thought.
"I don't carry cash, but I'll drop an ounce of gold in your box by tomorrow if you give me the works."
He then glances around the room, checking out the window through the blinds to see where the sun was for time.
Name: Lars "Ice man" Uomik
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Parent: Ithaqua, The Wind-Walker
Personality: As cold and indifferent as the arctic he makes him home in, Lars is not a very sociable person. Partially stemming from the pro-longed lack of contact with any intelligent being (besides the ones he hunts), he is very awkward or blatant whenever he usually talks about anything to anybody aside from his father whom are able to understand each other intimately.
Alignment: Great Old Ones (Currently...)
Abilities: Invincible to cold temperatures, extreme endurance for running/travelling, master traditional hunter
Tools/Weapons: Hand-made seal hook (improvised hockey stick and meat hook), Caribou leg bone knife, snow shoes, polar bear coat and cap, and a longbow with arrows fletched with arctic fowl feathers.
History: Born near Ellesmere Island in Nunavut, Canada, Lars Uomik was the son of a Inuit woman and supposedly a poacher from Norway who had a come to seek a life away from civilization. In truth, Lars was a son of Ithaqua, The Wind Walker, or "Wendigo", whom was one of the Great Old Ones. Lars was never told this by his mother, whom had been tasked by her God to raise him in the ways of being a hunter of beasts and men until he came for him when he would be older. Lars grew up never knowing it was abnormal for him to not shiver despite the extreme cold, nor that his mother and fellow band members worshipped a deity who demanded human sacrifices and hunted men and women who travelled the northern frontiers of the world in order to appease their God.
When he reached the age of 21, his "father" finally met him personally. Ithaqua had always watched him as he had been growing up, being a hunter covered in white, always afar, but now he decided it was time to test his son. For ever since Ithaqua had come into being and started producing offspring, he had desired to create a child greater than himself in order not just to replace him one day as the Wind Walker, but also to help free the other Great Old Ones from their prisons as he alone could not. Thus, ever since that faithful meeting, Ithaqua has tested Lars in all aspects of being a hunter and survivalist, and has tested his mind by introducing him to his half-dragon and ghoul servants and by giving him glimpses of Boreas, the world which Ithaqua took his sacrifices and primarily resided. These tests were necessary, for if Lars failed even one, he would join the legion of failed children, and Ithaqua would do everything in his power to kill him.
Now, Ithaqua decided it was time to give Lars the greatest test of all next to facing him personally, and that would be taking Lars out of his element and throwing him into something altogether alien...
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Parent: Ithaqua, The Wind-Walker
Personality: As cold and indifferent as the arctic he makes him home in, Lars is not a very sociable person. Partially stemming from the pro-longed lack of contact with any intelligent being (besides the ones he hunts), he is very awkward or blatant whenever he usually talks about anything to anybody aside from his father whom are able to understand each other intimately.
Alignment: Great Old Ones (Currently...)
Abilities: Invincible to cold temperatures, extreme endurance for running/travelling, master traditional hunter
Tools/Weapons: Hand-made seal hook (improvised hockey stick and meat hook), Caribou leg bone knife, snow shoes, polar bear coat and cap, and a longbow with arrows fletched with arctic fowl feathers.
History: Born near Ellesmere Island in Nunavut, Canada, Lars Uomik was the son of a Inuit woman and supposedly a poacher from Norway who had a come to seek a life away from civilization. In truth, Lars was a son of Ithaqua, The Wind Walker, or "Wendigo", whom was one of the Great Old Ones. Lars was never told this by his mother, whom had been tasked by her God to raise him in the ways of being a hunter of beasts and men until he came for him when he would be older. Lars grew up never knowing it was abnormal for him to not shiver despite the extreme cold, nor that his mother and fellow band members worshipped a deity who demanded human sacrifices and hunted men and women who travelled the northern frontiers of the world in order to appease their God.
When he reached the age of 21, his "father" finally met him personally. Ithaqua had always watched him as he had been growing up, being a hunter covered in white, always afar, but now he decided it was time to test his son. For ever since Ithaqua had come into being and started producing offspring, he had desired to create a child greater than himself in order not just to replace him one day as the Wind Walker, but also to help free the other Great Old Ones from their prisons as he alone could not. Thus, ever since that faithful meeting, Ithaqua has tested Lars in all aspects of being a hunter and survivalist, and has tested his mind by introducing him to his half-dragon and ghoul servants and by giving him glimpses of Boreas, the world which Ithaqua took his sacrifices and primarily resided. These tests were necessary, for if Lars failed even one, he would join the legion of failed children, and Ithaqua would do everything in his power to kill him.
Now, Ithaqua decided it was time to give Lars the greatest test of all next to facing him personally, and that would be taking Lars out of his element and throwing him into something altogether alien...
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13th Floor of The Woodlands
Gideon looked down and showed his hands to the Wicked Witch of the North; now having become more pale, his fingernails now extended a little further, fingers more slender than a normal human should have, his true Changeling self becoming more apparent as his Glamour waned.
"Its Gideon again, I require a new Glamour if you have the time. The one I currently have is starting to fade, and given how things seem to be going downstairs, I don't think they need a Fable getting caught by a Mundy without their Glamour in top shape as well."
Gideon then waited patiently for the response of the Wicked Witch, briefly checking his soul stone around his neck, glad that so far it had remained unchanged today.
Gideon looked down and showed his hands to the Wicked Witch of the North; now having become more pale, his fingernails now extended a little further, fingers more slender than a normal human should have, his true Changeling self becoming more apparent as his Glamour waned.
"Its Gideon again, I require a new Glamour if you have the time. The one I currently have is starting to fade, and given how things seem to be going downstairs, I don't think they need a Fable getting caught by a Mundy without their Glamour in top shape as well."
Gideon then waited patiently for the response of the Wicked Witch, briefly checking his soul stone around his neck, glad that so far it had remained unchanged today.
Sabre##04
Military Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: Veronika Strovinko
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Appearance: In Sabre-Deployment suit:
Out of suit:
Personality: Shy and reclusive, Veronika doesn't usually approach people until she gets used to them. She has a high degree of camaraderie for those whom she has gotten used to though, especially in the case of her work as a soldier. She views the rest of her squad as an extended family and holds them in a high degree of respect, so long as they have shown her the same.
Biography: Born on Mars in 4562, Veronika was the daughter of a civil engineer and a nurse whose family had immigrated from Russia to Mars in the 32nd century in one of the first waves of cosmoneaughts who left Earth to colonize the red planet. Now, generations later, her family was fairly successful in having made their names building and working Mars into something like Earth was. Decent, but never exceptional in school, she decided to try something different and relatively unique for the history of her family, and that was joining the EMA's Martian Garrison. Serving as both a police force and arm of the EMA's Military forces, they kept themselves busy by maintaining order and helping their communities whenever they were not in active service or training, but in the time Veronika joined, they were being assembled and sent out to the Asteroid belt to try and contain the growing rebellions. She passed physical testing with decent results and went on the specializing as a Tactical Sniper, being sent out for active service on the asteroid belt immediately.
For ten years, she served the EMA faithfully, earning an impressive service record of kills and wrecks on targets throughout various theatres of war. She never complained or disobeyed orders, but even she started to have doubts as to the effectiveness of her work killing heavy weapons teams, drivers, enemy fleet captains before they could board their vessels, was actually having any effect upon the outcome of the war. For every man she killed, another four seemed to take their place at times. Even so, she kept her head down and her added more kills to her record, becoming one of the most decorated markswomen in the Garrison forces with the least collateral damage or requisition of EMA resources to complete her missions. Such a skilled sniper was just one of the specialists the Sabre Project was looking for, and with augmentations, they knew they could make her into something even more deadly.
Specializations: Augmented Eyes (allow for all fields of vision and zooming as in regular scopes), "chameleon" skin augmentation (allows for her skin to mimic the surroundings, rendering her invisible so long as nothing she is wearing stands out. Is most practically effective with a camo-cloak or suit), "statuesque" augmentation (blood cell modifier, on demand, it can be activated to produce minute amounts of oxygen within deplenished blood cells, giving the same effect as if she had taken a breath. It allows for her to momentarily not have to physically breath, thereby enabling her to become as still as a statue, hence the name. Used for aiming precise shots, usually over long distances.)
Military Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: Veronika Strovinko
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Appearance: In Sabre-Deployment suit:
Out of suit:
Personality: Shy and reclusive, Veronika doesn't usually approach people until she gets used to them. She has a high degree of camaraderie for those whom she has gotten used to though, especially in the case of her work as a soldier. She views the rest of her squad as an extended family and holds them in a high degree of respect, so long as they have shown her the same.
Biography: Born on Mars in 4562, Veronika was the daughter of a civil engineer and a nurse whose family had immigrated from Russia to Mars in the 32nd century in one of the first waves of cosmoneaughts who left Earth to colonize the red planet. Now, generations later, her family was fairly successful in having made their names building and working Mars into something like Earth was. Decent, but never exceptional in school, she decided to try something different and relatively unique for the history of her family, and that was joining the EMA's Martian Garrison. Serving as both a police force and arm of the EMA's Military forces, they kept themselves busy by maintaining order and helping their communities whenever they were not in active service or training, but in the time Veronika joined, they were being assembled and sent out to the Asteroid belt to try and contain the growing rebellions. She passed physical testing with decent results and went on the specializing as a Tactical Sniper, being sent out for active service on the asteroid belt immediately.
For ten years, she served the EMA faithfully, earning an impressive service record of kills and wrecks on targets throughout various theatres of war. She never complained or disobeyed orders, but even she started to have doubts as to the effectiveness of her work killing heavy weapons teams, drivers, enemy fleet captains before they could board their vessels, was actually having any effect upon the outcome of the war. For every man she killed, another four seemed to take their place at times. Even so, she kept her head down and her added more kills to her record, becoming one of the most decorated markswomen in the Garrison forces with the least collateral damage or requisition of EMA resources to complete her missions. Such a skilled sniper was just one of the specialists the Sabre Project was looking for, and with augmentations, they knew they could make her into something even more deadly.
Specializations: Augmented Eyes (allow for all fields of vision and zooming as in regular scopes), "chameleon" skin augmentation (allows for her skin to mimic the surroundings, rendering her invisible so long as nothing she is wearing stands out. Is most practically effective with a camo-cloak or suit), "statuesque" augmentation (blood cell modifier, on demand, it can be activated to produce minute amounts of oxygen within deplenished blood cells, giving the same effect as if she had taken a breath. It allows for her to momentarily not have to physically breath, thereby enabling her to become as still as a statue, hence the name. Used for aiming precise shots, usually over long distances.)
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