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@bearnamedted
// 'twas the night of school cancelled and all through the lands, the teenagers were surfing for the fiction of fans. The ships were picked in their hearts with care, in hopes that smut would be there. Young siblings were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of canon danced in their heads.
[ fuckin’ posting this, cause it’s clever as shit & I’m laughing so hard I’m wheezing ]
What can I say, I live to please
Littlemsridinghood
She let out a little giggle “Dont worry about it,” She leaned on the bar and sighing “at least you dont have people snicker and look at you weird when you say your name is Red.” She looked down then back to him “And then thats when the ‘Oh little red you running to Grannys dont talk to the wolf.. sorry Im talking to much.” She laughed a bit.
"I find it hard to believe anyone in this town has the right to snicker at names." He shrugged, figuring he might as well, "And if it's any consolation, technically my name is Bear." Ted grinned, "Now I'm the one talking too much."
New Town, Old Troubles || Ted and Percy
Amazing how fast people could run. When the protective border around Storybooke fell, the cage was opened. It seemed like half the town vacated, preferring to try their luck in the wide world than stay in the unstable mess that was magic and kings and queens. Ted hadn't even concerned himself with how they broke the curse--it seemed like every other day there was a new curse, and another curse broken.
And well, Ted knew when he was beat. Not a drop of magic in his blood, and a curse that may or may not be looming over his head? Hah, fat chance he was going to stay in that damn town. It was a long walk to the nearest bus station--of course nothing would run close to a town that didn't even exist.
But, one city bus and two greyhounds later, Ted was finally far enough away from home--no, he couldn't think of it like that anymore--that he was comfortable stopping for the night. They couldn't reach him this far, they just couldn't.
He wandered down the streets of the city, completely overwhelmed. Storybrooke was a small town, and before that...he lived in a land with more trees and snow than people, for chrissake! The feel of the city, though in truth, it wasn't even a city, was huge.
Time to bite the bullet and ask someone on the street for directions. Dammit. " 'Ceuse me, kid, do you know where I might be able to find a hotel or something for the night?"
Littlemsridinghood
Walking over to the taps she nodded “Tell me about.” She said pouring the beer into the mug. then walked back over to him “Here you go.. Im Red by the way.” She said smiling at him sliding him the beer.
"Thanks," he said, taking a first sip of the brew. "I'm Ted," he rolled his eyes with a little laugh, "God, that sounds like the opening to a bad joke--or a really simple nursery rhyme." Oh, irony.
Lord's Work || Merida and Lord Ivan
Since the moment that Merida had met Lord Ivan she had not bee completely sure what to make of him. He was much like some other men she had met in the past — somewhat high-and-mighty — but there was something else about him. She could not put her finger on it, but she did not try to wreck her brain over it. She wanted this business over and done with so he could return home, and she could return to being the free-spirited princess she was. Having to wear the fanciest of dresses and keep her unruly hair pulled back in an up-do that she despised made the entire affair even more agitating.
Merida took a deep breath of the crisp air as she walked through the garden, trying to clear her head. Her mother’s voice rang in her mind, reminding her to be a lady, to watch her manners, think before she speaks, and on and on it went until she felt her head ache.
"Rules, rules, rules," Merida muttered to herself, rolling her eyes up to the sky as if the answers to her problems were written in the fading sunlight. Hearing someone’s footsteps coming towards her, she looked forward and saw Lord Ivan coming in her direction. He did not seem to have seen her yet. Biting her lip, Merida turned quickly on her heel and began to walk in the opposite direction as discretely as she could.
Not good… definitely not good!
What was the longest things could take? A few days? A week? Ivan was accustomed to the hospitality of the frozen north, taking in strangers like lost cats and having them stay for months. In a way, he hated that about his culture. The greatest drain was to have another mouth to feed, and clothe, and house. He had little idea of what to expect from his hosts--would they turn him out after a night? Bones! He should have listened to the traders closely.
Yet, these matters couldn't be rushed. The easiest way to make an unstable bargain was to make a quick one. The lord couldn't have that, not when the weight of his lands pressed on the matter. He needed a way inside, something that would solidify--
That was it! Ivan caught sight of a certain redhead with certain daughterly ties to Fergus. Though, why was she retreating? He was sure she was not previously walking ahead of him. She had to have turned...
Quickening his step, he called out, "My lady, if you could spare a moment, I think I am lost." Almost a half truth, he was sure he would eventually get lost in the maze of the unfamiliar castle. "Perhaps you could point me in the right direction to get outside? I'd love to take a walk in the fresh air."
Enter forgetmenotwendy
"Goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as enthusiastic about taxes as you." She said with a giggle.
"Well, I want to try and save more. For my future you know. Not that I’m married or anything but you know, just in case I suppose."
"Believe me, I'm not enthusiastic about taxes. I do taxes, sure."
"Alright, now, I could set you up with a nice savings account, or invest in some reliable stock, or put it in bonds. But all that tends to be slow in terms of gain. You're really better off gambling. Now, I can also hook you up with some good numbers, or poker sites if you've got skill, or some horses to bet on. Just so you know your options."
Littlemsridinghood
Red walked over toward him “Uh yeah sure anything specific?” She looked at him worriedly “Do you need help?”
"A beer, whatever's on tap." He shrugged, brushing a hand in the air, "It's nothing, just a long day. Feels like it's never gonna end, ya know?"
Enter forgetmenotwendy
"Um, I suppose so. I was told that you’re an accountant?"
Yes, unfortunately. What're you looking to do? Put away a nest egg? Get back something in taxes? Save some cash by budgeting?
There are a few other ways to increase capital, you know. Of which I am also happy to help with.
My Bite Like Frost's || Open (Multiverse)
Bear trudged through the snow, his eyes scanning the landscape for any sign if another living soul. The snowflakes stuck on every hair of his furry face except for his snout, which was wet with the melted ice and blowing a cloud of steam with each pant he made. The bear part of him begged Bear to sleep, to find a cave and curl up in it until the warmth of spring shook him awake, but his mind, his reason, his humanity begged him not to. He couldn’t sleep time away, there was too much he could do.
Although being a bear put a damper on things. Bear chose to never think back on his human life-not until he was human again-but memories would flare to the surface before he could stop them. Oh, the plans he once had. He would travel from court to court, being so cordial and diplomatic, slowly gain all their trust, and then pick the strongest leader to ally with. Then, cause a few wars, burn some crop harvests, and see his candidate rule all. All while under the influence of Bear. Perfect. Or at least it was. Granted, the Enchanted Forest had a host of talking animals, so they weren’t completely unusual, but people who lived in the forest talked to such beasts. Not royalty at court.
Before the snowstorm, Bear knew he was traveling on what was known as the Queen’s Road. But with the near whiteout, he had no real idea if it was just a forest trail. His feet crunched with the snow, gods, he was tired. And cold. Weren’t bears supposed to be fine in the cold? Bear’s shaggy, heavy coat didn’t feel like it was keeping any warmth in.
At last! A beacon of hope! Bear hurried toward the glow of firelight in the distance. His eyes nearly popped at the castle that stood before him. It looked warm inside, but the metal that surrounded it gave it a frightful, cold appearance. Just his kind of monarch. Imposing, yet elegant. But how to get in? Bear meandered past the front entrance, he didn’t have the gall to upstage formality like that. But a side door caught his eye. It was situated between two windows, so Bear peered into one. The door opened into a hall, not a servant’s hall by the look of it, there were too many artifacts for it to be a serving hall. However, it didn’t look like anyone was coming.
Rolling his eyes at the idea that sprung to his head, Bear sat down in the snow and pawed at the door, trying to be careful enough to not scratch it, but loud enough that someone would hear. Let them come, he thought, and before I freeze my teeth out.
Littlemsridinghood
He sluggishly walked into the diner, mind blurring numbers into his vision. "Any chance I could get a drink?"
Enter forgetmenotwendy
'Lo, miss. Something I can help you with?
Enter queenoffaeriesx
He tensed uneasily, feeling the uncomfortable shift in the air. It was unmistakable, and completely unfair that some should be blessed with such power and others left to fight fire with dry kindling. "Magic?"
Enter Serenitybennett
Sorry, I feel like I should know you--but I don't. From either world.
Oh well, name's Ted. You?
Lord's Work || Merida and Lord Ivan
He was angry.
Things were supposed to be easier for people in power. They lived the luxurious life, after all. A little bit of declaring laws, the weight of a crown, those were supposed to be the hardest part of ruling. Pity that the new lord never inherited his father's ability to rule in time of peace.
In times of war, that was where the young lord won his bannermen's allegiance. By leading battles, taking a score of men from his father's army and laying waste to the invading southern men. The young lord knew how to manage plunder, he knew how to wield a great battleaxe and inspire men to fall behind him. He did not know the subtleties of picking up a plow and racing against the winter winds to get crops to grow. He knew how to hunt deer and foxes for sports, but not the small game that his folk relied on.
Various consultants had whispered to him.
My lord, they're turned to looting in the east near Elkwood.
My lord, our own coffers are suffering.
My lord, I would not wish to criticize you, but raised taxes will only may them hate you.
My lord, the common folk are coming to the castle walls begging.
The young lord, tired of hearing the title reverberate in his ears, dismissed all of them, retreating back into his own quarters. Yet even there, he found no solace, the clamor of the commoners still pounded through his skull, a hint of it slipping through the stone of the fortress.
Tucked under a thick cloak to keep out the chill, the young lord rode. Deep into the forest, in hopes that he would not find another mortal. Little did the young lord expect the trappers of the forest. However, they sparked an idea. They spoke of other clans to the east. The young lord smelled the profit of trade.
Months later, after the exchange of emissaries, the lord--not quite as young as he once was, time seemed to be tenfold when he ruled--journeyed for a more personal arrangement. Trade was always there between the lands, but only between a few merchants, something more official, that would take careful weaving and trust.
The necessary formalities passed, slowly as if every moment was a spear prod. He felt as though the smallest movement would send the whole matter into chaos. He was the Lord Ivan Kronya, following his father's line, and he would make this work. He would not lose his family's name and good standing. This had to work.
Finally, the pomp and circumstance was over. The lords would discuss matters after dinner. Until then, Ivan had the walk of the stones. Which he intended to take advantage of.
Open // "Hyperrr!!"
"Umm ok…who are you exactly?"
Right, how rude of me. Name's Ted Medvedev, resident book-keeper and bookie.
And you? You know, just in case you decide to take me up on a wager.
Open // "Hyperrr!!"
"Yeah I don’t know why I’m just in an extremely good mood! Umm pass on racing squirrels though,"
Pity, racing is where the money's at. If you're ever in need of cash, I can hook you up with the best odds. Especially in a cruddy small town like this.
