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[fableprotector]

[fableshqrp]

TASK 003: HOLIDAY GALA

It’s here! the first night of the Gala and auction. so put on those ruby slippers, dust off your gowns and tuxedos! We want to see what each character is wearing. Remember not all nobility managed to get out with their riches, not all thieves are scrapping the barrel. Some have had to rebuild their fortune, other manage to make it by.  It all depends on where they fall on the economic line how fancy or expensive their attire should be. Meaning someone living in Winkie Country shouldn't be able to afford Jimmy Choos unless they stole them ( which is totally plausible). 

Tag these as #fablestask003

Secondly, if you haven't already done Task 002 get it out ASAP you technically have until the 31st  to get them done: BUT the sooner the better! Activity will be going back to normal ( 5 days ) as of today. Anyone who is past a week and was not on hiatus will be warned once more before being unfollowed.All those whose hiatuses have ended will be tagged, you have 5 days to make a post. If you have any questions feel free to drop us a message or contact us on discord.

[unfrogettable-prince]

FABLE COMMUNITY V [ PRINCE NAVEEN ]

I. BASICS

Story:  The Frog Prince Name: Prince Naveen ; Narcisco Campos D. O. B:  June 6 D. O. A: December 9th ( last year ) Height: 6’2" Weight: 194 lbs Hair color: Black Eye color: Brown Dominant Hand: Right

II. CHARGES

I, [ PRINCE NAVEEN ] have been tried and exonerated for:

The Public Indecency: . . . Have you seen him? It's hardly a REAL crime.

The Drunk and Disorderly – Knows how to flaunt a good time. Loudly.

The Trespasser – Illegally hopping a ride onto a steamboat to New Orleans.

The ( Reluctant ) Aid to Conspiracy Theories – Having been kidnapped and impersonated, counts as this sadly.

The Assault/ Self Defense – Frog Hunters looking for some... Attractive legs.

The Endangerment to Lower Back Pain – Rode on an alligator as a charming and handsome frog, but stiilllll

III. DEED OF NOTARY MENTION

   Created a musical program for those of any age, gender, or race to participate. Also, has paid for all the musical instruments of each member.

   Owner of the Velvet Note

IV. ABILITIES AND TALENTS

He can play the ukulele.

He’s smooth with the ladies.

He can turn on the charm, even as a frog.

He looks super great in a sweater vest.

He looks stellar in green.

He’s adventurous

He’s crafty.

He’s a fast learner. ;)

He makes the best out of difficult situations.

V. MISCELLANEOUS

   N/A

I certify that I have told the truth, the whole truth and agree to abide by fable statures put forth from this day forward.

X. Prince Naveen

[unspokendestiny-blog]

Tables Task 02: Old Fashioned Threats

It wasn’t uncommon for Merlin to leave the office late.  His horrible habit of losing track of time often meant he didn’t leave until well after dark when his paperwork was actually done.  It was an entirely normal occurrence.  What was not normal was the figure waiting from him on the street, almost shrouded in darkness and likely trying to look intimidating.

“Knave.”  Merlin greeted cautiously with a nod.

“You’re not finished for the day yet.”  Knave claimed, words slurred with whatever alcoholic substance he’d surely been drinking.  Merlin frowned, already having an idea of were this was going.

“I think you’ll find I have.” He replied, walking the intent of bypassing the drunk Knave all together.  A tight grip around his wrist stopped him and Merlin turned to glare at Knave.

“Then you’ve written up the Queens permissions to glamour her pet.”  Knave stated, grip tightening around Merlin’s wrist.

“The council has already refused her request.”  Merlin reminded.  “The bandersnach is too dangerous to have roaming around.  Let go of my hand.”

“You cannot refuse the Queen.”  Knave claimed, words almost calm save for the slur.  His grip became so strong Merlin could feel the pressure on the bone.

“No one is the queen anymore.  Even if she were, that’s no right for Red to be allowed to put the rest of the community in danger for her desires.”  He winced as Knave tightened his hold.  Any tighter and Merlin was sure his wrist would break, and he was sure Knave wasn’t going to let go.  A funny, unpleasant feeling bubbled in Merlin’s throat as the thought.  Helplessness, if he had to name it.  Without magic he couldn’t force Knave away, his only hope was that another guard might patrolled past and stop Knave.  

“Are you turning to suggest that her majesty is a bad queen?”  Knave all but growled, face suddenly close enough that Merlin could smell the alcohol on his breath.  “You will write her permissions, and then you will apologise for saying such an unkind lie and refusing her in the first place.  Or else I will make you pay the old fashioned honed way.”  

“I said no unkind lie, an unkind truth I won’t apologise for.  You’ll let go of me right this instant what or I’ll deal with things the old fashioned way.”  Merlin threatened right back, although the threat was empty.  He was trapped with no means of freeing his wrist, with no one to see them, and magic inched under his skin but the threat was empty.

“How dare you.”  Knave growled, his free hand pulling back.  Merlin tried to brace for the punch he suspected was coming-

“What’s going on here?”  A new voice rang out.  Both Knave and Merlin looked over to find the guard Merlin had been hoping for.  Even drunk Knave apparently new better then to start a fight with witnesses.  He dropped his hand, not very subtlety.  

“Nothing.”  Knave slurred.  “Just telling Marty here that he should reconsider his decision about refusing Red.”  He said, the lingering threat equally unsubtle.  

“The councils decision is final.”  Merlin said, managing to force Knave to let go of his wrist after a few tugs.  “If you can’t accept that I’ll have to remind you of old fashioned methods.”  He threatened, rushing off before he the inching and fear got the better of them.  He wasn’t sure if he hoped Knave did or didn’t take him up on that threat.

[fableprotector]

fables task 002.  knave of hearts. 

It’s not too bad honestly if he tilts his head to the left. . . okay it is. The windows are shattered in, things are straight out stolen and he has the damn muffin man bitching in his ear about his goods. 

He finally got some peace and quiet so he could investigate. He needed moments like this to really focus and figure out what to do about this. Granted this isn’t what he’d normally be doing in his past life, in fact, he’d probably have just eaten the damn guy.  “Wolf!” 

Speaking of eating someone. . . Bigby grunted as let his cigarette fall to the ground, stepping on the lit end to stop it’s flame. “I’m busy.” His tone is slightly aggressive, he realizes that but sometimes it works to get people off his back. And this guy really doesn’t need to be around him. 

“Oh, c’mon!” Bigby turned, his eyes narrowed and brows drawn in. He was in no mood to play around and the slight of the Knave of Hearts leaning against a streetlight did not improve the night what so ever. “Come on, you have time for old friends, right?”  “We’re not friends.” “Oh.” He laughed, it bubbled up the smooth column of his neck and Bigby could hear his heart beat pound against his chest. The heart usually beat that fast if someone was scared---- and he was too drunk to be scared--- or if someone were to be daring. Or stupid.  “Can you, just, I don’t know? Beat it.” The sheriff mumbled as he turned back to his crime scene. “I’m in the middle of something here.” “Do you think it’s funny?” Okay, so he wasn’t taking a hint. His legs moved his forward but he had a swaying about him from the alcohol. Bigby could smell it, and it was clear the Knave was smashed out of his mind. “Do, do you think it’s funny that you---” He pointed at him, as he walked backwards into the shop. He laughed suddenly in between his sentences. “--- that you, the big bad wolf, are the lawman? The saviour of the fables? The protector when you’ve eaten, I don’t know, how many of us?”  “--- Hey, get out of there! It’s a crime scene!”  “And another thing,” The Knave was touching things now, fucking with things and it was pissing Bigby off something fierce. “I---I was the Queen’s right hand, me! I was--- I am the one with the righteous titles and yet, here you are. A wolf. A giant puppy going around looking for pets and biscuits! How sad!”  He was wasting his time and bringing up his past was not something that Bigby didn’t do well with. Granted, it happened. He was young, he thought he was better than everything, stronger--- faster---- but that’s it. He was young. However, it wasn’t his past that was making him mad. It was the fact that this drunk fuck was fucking with his crime scene and not stopping. “I’m gonna say this one more time, get the fuck out of here.”  The Knave stopped what he was doing, as he picked up something--- it looked expensive. He looked at the sheriff, a smirk on his devious lips and dropped the vase, or whatever it was. It shattered on impact against the ground. Bigby narrowed his eyes and tried his bests to remain calm. “Get. Out.” “Or what?” The drunkard was making a mess of things but he was somber enough to know that he was winning. Getting under Bigby’s skin. “Are you going to throw me in the witching well? Or are you going to gobble me up like poor old granny?” “---Knave.” “Wolf.”  They were on a stand still for a moment, both glaring at each other. Bigby was trying to stay calm. To not go postal on this waste of space but it was hard when all he could hear in the back of his head was ‘kill him. kill him. kill him.’  The sheriff didn’t know what happened next, or how it came about--- but the Knave said something. And to Bigby it sounded like he was underwater, floating above the surface.  All he knew was that he had jumped at him, knocking him down in the process and straddling his chest as landed several punches against his head, neck and overall his fucking face. It was a fury, blinded by rage and all that he could not understand.  Taking a moment to breathe, Bigby did not regret it, in fact--- a part of him liked it. Liked the rage that flowed through his bloodstream. The poor sack of shit on the ground didn’t speak for a few moments and then suddenly there was a small, choked out chuckle. “--- You’re still a m-monster, Bigby. You’re just, ahh, fooling yourself.”  ”Get up and take a shower. You smell like shit.” The wolf turned to walk away. He wasn’t going to fix anything tonight, he’d come back in the morning and deal with things then. As he walked away, the words the Knave spat out in venom echoed in his head. The saddest part of that? He wasn’t wrong.

[raegolde-blog]

FABLE COMMUNITY V [ RAPUNZEL ]

I. BASICS Story: Rapunzel; Tangled Name: Rapunzel; Rae Golde D.O.B: May 12th D.O.A: March 21st (Five years ago) Height: 5′0″ Weight: 110 lbs Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Green Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous

II. CHARGES I, RAPUNZEL has been tried and exonerated for:

Assault: Knocked a man out cold, three times, with a frying pan.

Kidnapping & Extortion: Temporarily held a man hostage before using him as a guide by means of extortion.

Assault(?): Broke Eugene’s smolder.

Property Damage & Resisting Arrest: Destroyed a dam, by accident, while running from the palace guards and also resisted arrest in the same breath.

Justified Homicide(?): Technically the cause of Mother Gothel’s death was due to Rapunzel’s magic hair being cut, by Eugene Fitzherbert, out of self-defense.

III. DEED OF NOTARY MENTION

Currently providing counseling to anyone in need, both ruffians and innocents alike, and has been doing so since her arrival.

Kept Fable secrets from leaking into the mundane world.

Built a bridge to peace between two groups of rivals by providing them reasonable solutions to deal with one another in this new community where their new lives begin.

IV. ABILITIES AND TALENTS

Regeneration & Healing Magic

Singing

Painting

Baking

Astrology Charting

Sewing & Knitting

Lock-picking

Pick-pocketing

Able to charm almost anyone she comes across.

V. MISCELLANEOUS

N/A

I certify that I have told the truth, the whole truth and agree to abide by fable statures put forth from this day forward.

X Rapunzel Fitzherbert Rae Golde

[unspokendestiny-blog]

FABLE COMMUNITY V [ MERLIN ]

I. BASICS Story:  Arthur and the Round Table Name: Merlin; Marty Staff D.O.B:  December/6 D. O.A: March 20, 1660 Height: 6’ 0" Weight: 180lbs Hair color: Black Eye color: Dark brown Dominant Hand: Left

II. CHARGES I, [ MERLIN ] have been tried and exonerated for:

Use of Magic in a time Magic was barred 

Revealing knowledge of the future through prophecies

Inability to arrive in time to protect Camolot

III. DEED OF NOTARY MENTION

Use of Magic for the betterment of the Fable community

Helped set up the goverment

Helped assure Fables they’d be safe in the mundane world

IV. ABILITIES AND TALENTS

Magic

Diplomatic knowledge

V. MISCELLANEOUS

Repression Amulet: A simple looking amulet that Merlin wears constantly.  It makes his magic less responsive and keeps him from using it without thinking.  He hates the thing, although he knew it was necessary to keep magic in check.

I certify that I have told the truth, the whole truth and agree to abide by fable statures put forth from this day forward.

X. Marty Staff

[fableshqrp]

TASK 002: THE USUAL SUSPECTS: KNAVE OF HEART EDITION

For this task, we're going to ask you write a little bit. As many (all of you) should know we've been asking why your character would have a beef with the Knave of Hearts. Well here's your chance to write the scene it happened in. Did your character get physical? Was there an argument for everyone to witness?? Did you steal from him? Did he steal from you? Show us! Tell us what was spoken!! Did the Knave start it? Did you?

These don't have to be long winded but aim for a good size paragraph at least. You have until Next Week 12/15 at 8PM MST

If you need more background on who the Knave is you can read his bio here

Don’t forget to tag all these #fabletasks002