originaljackass | Ch. 6 - Scales and wings are such a drag for Jack of Fables

[Jack is getting restless now. It's been nearly a month since he was turned into this big hulking beast and frankly? It's getting pretty damn old. Each day he has to roll in his gold a little longer to make himself feel better and he's less and less inclined to leave his gold behind. That damn pirate is going to try and find it, he just knows it. Still, hunger is hunger and he's getting sick of deer, bears, cows, and sheep. The farm animals are the easiest to get, but he's noticed he's been... thinning the herd a bit. He can't live off them forever. As for hunting? It's a pain in the ass.

Well, if he's going to be stuck like this, like hell he's going to just hide. So retreating from his cave, he'll be flying towards town. He'll stop just behind the grocery store and land there. Seeing as he's too big to get in... he'll just bust a hole in the roof and start grabbing stuff that way. Good thing these buildings auto-repair and the food restocks itself, because he won't be leaving much of a store behind by the time he's done.]

((ooc: Feel free to catch him at the store or prowling around the mountains. But not so much his secret treasure horde... not yet!))

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[... was that a joke? He raises an eyeridge.]

Yeah, well I was getting sick of eating cows whole. The hooves keep getting stuck in my teeth.

Are there any cows left in the pastures, then? Or have you eaten them all?

Plenty. I got sick of 'em. I wanted something with more flavor.

One assumes you cannot merely switch forms, then.

One assumes right, otherwise I wouldn't be running around looking like I should be selling car insurance. [No no, it's okay if she doesn't get the Geico reference.]

[Yeah, totally missing that. :| But she just shakes her head slightly, brow furrowing.]

Do people often change so drastically in Luceti?

I ain't been here much longer than you, beautiful. From what I can tell, outside of that weird experiment last month, this is pretty unique.

[Since... there's no experiment.]

There are many tales of dragons in my home country. Some say that to become a dragon is merely to manifest the power and nobility in your soul. [She... really doubts this is the case here.] Perhaps you are cursed.

Hey, hey. Why do you assume I couldn't have all that nobility and shit manifesting? That experiment did force me into being a pretty straight laced guy. I could buy that. Probably some kind of... narrative thing.

Narrative? [Headtilt as she considers him.] And are you the sort to commonly transform in response to some ...narrative?

[He might be. Even if Luceti wasn't a weird place, home has strange people in plenty.]

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Nope, this would be a first. But I've had other weird things happen to me because of it. It's why I heal so fast. I'm so mega popular, the mundys won't let me die. On the downside, it got a sword stuck through my chest.

[...mundys? A more important point, and one which she has personal interest in:] You're immortal?

I don't look a day over three hundred, do I? [Oh yeah, he knows, he's awesome.]

[She folds her arms and actually gives a wry smirk.] I see.

Dragons can also be seen as a symbol of immortality in the east. However, you do not look very eastern. Western mythology is much less selective. It hails dragons as everything from noble and kind to greedy and selfish.

I've been to Japan before. But I don't know what their Fables are like over there. [Or really the relationship is reversed in a sense, but that's harder to put into words.] So you're saying I should talk to someone of the European persuasion, then.

If such a one can be found in this place. He may be able to provide insight into what has happened to you.

So, be on the lookout for pale, geeky types with glasses. Got it. that should be easy, seeing as I spend all my time in the village and all.

[There's a moment of silence, in which Karai-- well, selects her damn milk, for a start, thinking it through. He'd have to ask on the journals. She doesn't see how the dragon could even open the journal with claws like that... let alone address the village efficiently.]

I can make inquiries if you wish.

[It gives her a chance to stop feeling like she owes him.]

Will you? Great. You're a peach, Karai. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

[He didn't feel like doing all the work anyway, dragon sized or not.]

[Hnn. Peach.]

Assuming I find something useful-- [Her tone says this is doubtful, actually, but--] How do I contact you?

I'm a two... three, five ton maybe? I'm a fucking huge dragon. Aren't ninjas supposed to be good at finding things, especially of the large variety?

[Seriously, you can't miss him.]

[Her voice flattens.] Do not mock me, Horner. You know very well why I ask. [Unless you tend to be plainly visible from this moment onward, a dragon can find many places to avoid detection. You have, in fact, done so for the past weeks.]

Fine, fine. Look, you wanna find me? Check the farmlands, around noon. I'll be hard to miss.

[Though at this rate, the pickings there are going to get slim, so who knows how long that will last.]

Then I will see if I find anything useful in the meantime.

[And she heads for the exit. Hell, it'll give her something to do.]

Yeah, you do that. Thanks, babe. [If she's leaving, he'll just finish up his meal, then head off as well.]

Ch. 6 - Scales and wings are such a drag for Jack of Fables

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