originaljackass | Ch. 2 - Legends are made when you're Jack of Fables

[Right now he's got his feet kicked up on a stack of all the various books he could find where he was in them. Collections of fairy tales, fables, and more colorful adaptions - all of them. The other day he raided the library and took all of them home. If people want to go off and read about him, they'll have to talk to the real thing first. After having spoken to some other people about their worlds and sharing his own identity when convenient, Jack has come to some conclusions about Luceti. Ones that requires a little more looking into.]

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You people have legends in your world, right? Any of them true? Any of you ever met them? Or hell, maybe some of you are the legendary type too.

I'm one of the latter. I'm Jack of the Tales - at least, all the good ones. Any of you [losers] people heard of me?

Oh right, one more thing. Someone mind telling me how those filters work? Seems like it could be handy.

[Later, for anyone who wants to bother him in person, he'll be hanging out at the shops, wishing he had money to spend on all of it (even though it's all free). Luceti is a poor place to be for a man obsessed with wealth.]

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[ a little tired of jacks -- plural -- telling her she's missing the point, buffy sighs and regrets being unable to cross her arms. so burdened they are with pillows. ] Sure, okay...but you just sound greedy, being so many of them.

I didn't just go picking the ones I liked. All these things actually happened to me. [Said with just a bit of annoyance, thank you very much.]

So how do you slay a giant?

You get them with a sword. [He presses a finger against Buffy's forehead, dead center.] That's always a good spot.

[ the finger (she thinks) draws undue attention to her lack of height. so there is no shortage of pout in her voice. ]

Sounds way messy, to me.

[He'd never dream of dissing her height. Unless she was twelve feet tall, then there might be questions.]

Most of it is making the giant do all the work hurting himself. Sure, maybe I wasn't as good looking and strong back in those days, but I was just as quick.

Nimble, even?

It was ten candlesticks, for the record. Lined up in a row. But sticks doesn't rhyme with quick.

Ten deep or ten wide? 'Cause that definitely makes a difference on the impressiveness of any jump.

Deep. It was a very impressive jump for a nine year old.

And early bloomer, then. Good for you.

Enough about me. How about you? You never told me why you decided to become High School Counselor for the damned.

I was in debt and I needed a job. The principal hired me on the spot.

[ simply the truth, really. ]

That must've been one hell of a resume.

What can I say? I've got skills.

So when do I make my appointment?

When you're actually attending a high school, that's when.

Uh huh. Have fun with your slumber party.

[With that, he decides to tip his hat to her and be on his way.]

Believe me, I will.

[ and she continues on her own way to pick up things, willing her indignation to dissipate. ]

Ch. 2 - Legends are made when you're Jack of Fables

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