Fables

[Who Wrecks?]

There are few things left in this world beyond the view of modern man. While this is a very real fact, many of these subjects slip by undetected because many deem them ridiculous or simply made up, and in some of the worse cases, "Fairy tales". The blind masses fail to see that the same reality of their holy religions and scriptures, stories passed for generations by word of mouth before actually written down, is the exact same process that many of our childhood rhymes and stories have taken. Now we have proof that Jesus, Muhammad, Moses, Buddha, and all these great spiritual leaders and icons have existed and many of their prophecies and beliefs have been scientifically proven to have taken place, so why cannot the same be said for our "made-up" fables? Were they not spread through word of mouth? Are their contents really more unbelievable than Moses parting the Red Sea?In these times more than ever the need for a real hero is dire. This is it; this is the stuff that men write stories about and pass on for centuries to come. To be remembered as a legend once is a feat most will never achieve. But to be remembered as a legend twice is...

FABLES
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A man who, ironically, has been plunged into the media and the source and hero of many adoring adolescents is, at first glance, not what you would expect. For one thing, he isn't wearing a purple vest, red hat, and large sweat pants. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he was involved with the FBSE, one would never expect that he was anything other than normal. Maybe incredibly good looking, but beyond that, still normal. However, the man who began to lean against one of the pillars of the circular chamber was none other than Aladdin. While his outer appearence held little recognition of his true identity, there were still many similarities between this man and our Disney classic. For one, he was still a street-rat, hated by police, but loved for his underworld connections. However, his most valuable asset was still the genie. Project: Genie, that is. A cybernetic component of the modern street rat, this Genie allows the user to access the internet from anywhere on the globe, hack into highly guarded mainframes with a simple thought, and even allows up-to-date satellite videos of the surrounding area, or anywhere else for that matter. And as such, he was the first to be notified, as well as the first to enter the circular room.

 

[jediduncan]

Achilles

A brute of a man was already leaning against the wall of the room as Project: Genie entered it. He scoffed and turned to look the other way. The great hero Achilles cared not for others; after all, what was the purpose of having teammates if you couldn't be killed?

Achilles sighed and looked around the room. So far it was just him and carpet-boy. Others should be there soon. A large, semi-circular table sat in the direct middle of the room, with the open end facing an extra-large HD screen. Currently the screen was off. The walls were made of marble with a very high ceiling but no windows anywhere. The room was instead brightly illuminated by lights that hung off the walls in various places. The ancient hero had seen this room so many times already he had grown bored with it and wished they could go somewhere, anywhere else for these meetings. At least once the meeting started he'd have something else to think about. If it ever started, with the rate people were arriving!

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin
It wasn't hard to notice the loud and obnoxious sigh coming from the only person within the chamber. Achilles thought he was such tough shit, but when it came down to it, he was afraid. Aladdin could see through the bad ass facade, and realized what it came down to. Guys like him weren't needed anymore. Why get someone who can't be killed, and in turn kill thousands when you could get someone like Aladdin and do the whole mission without even being detected?

"I thought you were busy with the whole WWF scene..." Aladdin scoffed. In reality, Aladdin was pretty sure the behemoth was actually in the one that wasn't fake, but you couldn't tell by the size of his ego.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Odysseus
A fit looking man, if a little aged, entered the room through the doors. Pepper hair combed back and neat against his neck falls to his shoulders, and his face is sharp and hawk-like. His eyes dart around the room, surveying the area, as he stepped into the room, his strides long and powerful, perfectly measured. A briefcase swung lightly as he walked, straight to his usual seat around the table. Placing the briefcase on the table, he opened it and removed a number of folders, placing them at each chair. The minutes of the last meeting. Always one to be organized, Odysseus kept extensive records of every movement of the FBSE.

Returning to his briefcase, he removed one last object, a small flask, containing a special elixir. He took a quick shot from the flask before placing it back in his case, before sitting down.

 

[jediduncan]

Achilles

Achilles turned to face his teammate, a disgusted look plastered on his mug. He grunted to Aladdin.

"Too easy. No one could beat me in the ring or even give me a challenge."

Arrogant little prick. WWF? Who did he think he was talking to? Achilles was the undisputed international champion wrestler after winning the Olympics for his home Greece three summers straight. He'd fought UFC and no one had presented an even remote challenge, so he'd decided to do a bit of dirty work for the CIA. Unfortunately, this meant working with Aladdin.

"What about you? Heard you got caught lifting a pair of socks from Macy's..."


Achilles smirked. He knew Aladdin's skill was far more than that, but he just liked taunting him a bit. Achilles looked over and saw his old friend Odysseus had snuck in without his notice. Instantly his mood lightened and he grinned devilishly. He and Odysseus had been on plenty of missions together, and having someone capable on a mission like this made up for having to deal with the whelp Aladdin.

 

[Niner]

Hercules

Hercules walked through the door, he had to turn sideways to fit his broad shoulders through. He was wearing his heavy plating and carried his helmet under his arm. As soon as he entered the room he saw Achilles, "Achilles, is that you? How you been....your not still sore I beat you in that wrestling match we had are you?" He grinned and looked around the room at the others, all of them looked like people he would be glad to have at his back.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin
Before he could respond, his jaw dropped. However much he hated Achilles for being the arrogant brute that he was, he respected his skill in his own domain. This Herc, a newbie, may have crossed the line. For Achilles, pride was everything.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Odysseus
Odysseus glared at Hercules intently, before moving his gaze to Achilles. He gave him a look that the prideful warrior had seen all to often. Don't. They weren't allowed to fight while on the clock, and even then, it would only cause trouble.

 

[jediduncan]

Achilles

At the mention of the match, Achilles stood up straight and became absolutely focused. You could almost see the hair bristle on his back. Hercules was a nice enough guy, but the comparisons drawn between the two had always plagued Achilles. Hercules killed the lion, what'd you do Achilles? Hercules is stronger than you, why do we need you Achilles? He was tired of it. The whole wrestling incident was a one-time thing, and Achilles had proved his superior skill time and time again over the course of their work. Why couldn't everyone see that?

"No one's a better warrior than me, Hercules. No one..."

Achilles was fighting back the urge to leap across the room and tackle Hercules just to prove it, but he kept his emotions in check, largely in part because of the stern glare Odysseus was giving him.

 

[The Balance]

Boogeyman

Walking down the hall into the circular room, he could feel the tension already mounting. Too many strong egos, caused many a problem in his experiences. With his black hoodie up one could barely make out his face and the white headphones in his ears, part of the reason why he could not hear what the tension was about.

With his computer case dangling from his shoulder, his lean figure made its way out of the darkened hallway, taking a quick glance around to see who was present. Not having to remove his headphones, the Boogeyman could see it was caused by Hercules and Achilles. But it still didn't matter, they could kill each other for all he cared. Reaching into his pocket he turned his music louder and took his seat, waiting for the meeting to start.

 

[Niner]

Hercules

Hercules raised his hands

"Woah there, I wasn't saying I was a better warrior then you. I don't do that kind of thing. I had an unfair advantage. I know your more skillful then me." He smiled at Achilles, hoping to break the tension.

He looked at the man that walked in wearing the black hoodie, or at least he thought it was a man, he couldn't see his face, even though he could hear the music coming out of the white headphones in his ears.

He turned back to the others,
"So, I don't think I've met any of you before, what's your names and specialties?"

 

[Green Ranger]

"Merlin is here, Merlin is there,
Merlin is rhyming and he doesn't really care!
Let's all sit down and have a cup of tea,
herbal with lemon, no sugar for me.
We've all been called here for one reason or another,
so let's all calm down - please, no jokes about 'your mother' "

In a sing-song, almost irritatingly cheerful voice, Merlin entered in all his splendour - a ragged brown cloak and a conical hat, bent at the top. Behind bushy eyebrows and circular spectacles, the wizard of Arthurian legend hid eyes that glittered with magic - or was that madness?

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin
Aladdin was about to make a smart ass remark, but suddenly something in his brain tingled, and immediately information flooded into his head. He processed it at an uncanny speed and discovered the source without much delay.

"Shit, you guys, he's coming..."


The keycard for their leader had been punched in at the door, alerting Aladdin to the presence of their leader immediately. In through the door walked a man roughly seven feet tall wearing a well-tailored black suit and neat tie. His dark beard covered the bottom of his chin and up to his sideburns. His hairline was receding far, but one would not consider him bald by any means. Balding, maybe. It seemed as if a hat was missing. Anyway, among these other distinct features was an eye patch over his left eye, and if you looked closely, his right hand was made of some sort of gleaming metal. His stare was lifeless and cold and the inhabitants of the room could immediately feel the aura of confidence he exuded. It was obvious who their leader was to anyone who'd used American currency; Abraham Lincoln.

"Hello everyone and welcome, please have a seat. I'm glad you all could make it..."

He sat at the front of the table and motioned for those who hadn't sat down already to sit.

 

[Niner]

Hercules snapped to attention when Lincoln walked through the door. He then walked to the table and sat himself down on two chairs, to acomadate his massive weight due to his size and muscle mass. The chairs creaked as he sat down, but held.
Then he spoke, "So, why are we here?"

 

[jediduncan]

Achilles

Once good ol' Honest Abe had entered the room, Achilles detatched himself with melodramatic effort and scooted his way towards a seat. Taking one where he didn't have to sit next to anyone, he scowled forward at Lincoln.



Abraham Lincoln

Lincoln turned his attention to Hercules very briefly and immediately broke forward with the briefing, as if he had it rehearsed.

"Gentlemen, I've called you here because we've got a security leak. We believe his name to be James Brisbourne, British, age 31. Last seen in a pub in London three weeks ago... as a human, at any rate. There've been reports all over the English countryside about animals being killed, slashed to bits and their bodies mutilated. Now we've got the first human victim, just this morning. A reliable source has told us that he is a lycanthrope. A werewolf, for those of you not up on the in."

Lincoln looked around the room to see if everyone was following him, then resumed speaking.

"Firstly, we need to stop him from killing anyone else. Secondly, and probably more importantly, we need to make sure no one figures out what he really is. This thing could get out of hand quickly and we don't want the public's suspicions aroused about us. Pick him up, alive if possible. Make sure no one sees you or sees him. Keep him from killing any one else. Do it quickly. Anyone have any questions or shall I send you off across the sea to England?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin
"Question. How am I supposed to get the job done without being seen when we got Mr. Kill Bill and Chuck Norris over there..." He says, point his thumb over to Achilles and Herc. There is no way in hell they could not be seen, especially Achilles. He just had to be in the spot-light. How can you work for the CIA and be in the spot-light?! Another reason to hate him!

 

[Green Ranger]

'It's quite simple, my arasbian friend, let me explain,
it couldn't be easier, it's really quite plain.
What we do - and listen with care,
I won't repeat myself, I wouldn't even dare.
We take the brutes, we give them the slip,
we give them false orders and go on our trip.
The task will be easier, and meet more success,
when those two are gone and not making a mess.'

Sure, it would have been a decent plan, if the foolish wizard had not bellowed it out across the room. Seemingly unphased by the awkwardness such a thing would cause, Merlin strolled around the room casually, muttering random rhyming phrases as he did so.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Odysseus

"We'll need them if we get into a fight with this lycan. Best we can do is have us three," He said, motioning to himself, Aladdin and Merlin," Do all the investigative work, and then let them loose once we've cornered the beast." It was a sound plan, obviously one that would piss off the two more physically minded of the group. "Otherwise we're sure to attract attention."

 

[Niner]

Hercules tried to hold his temper in, he really did. They were just going to far now. He jumped up from his chair and brought one huge fist down on the table, splitting it down the center.

"What? You all think I'm all brawn and no brains. I was trained in stealth during my time in the military. I can do just as good as any of you. I came to actually do something, not just be used as 'the back up'. You will need me for more than just fighting this mongrel."

After this tirade his face turned red as he saw what he had done, he slowly lowered himself back down onto his two chairs and put his head in his hands.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin

"Ummm... Can you sit down? The grown-ups are talking now, thanks. Now, Abe, picture an outburst like that when I tell him to "Shut up", on a mission? He'd tear down half of London! And it's not like we can just walk around with these two either. Hercules looks like the goddamn Hulk, and Achilles is an Gold-medalist! You better have some serious compensation in the way of goodies."

He stared at Abe, his rich brown eyes gleaming in the florescent room. That was the thing about Abe, it was like he could actually read his thoughts.