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

[originaljackass]

[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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[honorbeforeall.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[dragonjack.livejournal.com]

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.]

[honorbeforeall.livejournal.com]

[Hnn. Peach.]

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

[dragonjack.livejournal.com]

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.]

[honorbeforeall.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[dragonjack.livejournal.com]

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.]

[honorbeforeall.livejournal.com]

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.]

[dragonjack.livejournal.com]

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