Fables

[The Balance]

Boogeyman

Seeing honest abe walk into the room, the Boogeyman quickly jerked his hand into his pocket and powered down his i-pod. Straightening his back he pulled his hood off to reveal a very pale looking face, with curly black hair. His eyes intensified as he heard abe's plan circulating the room.

A werewolf eh, the boogeyman had some brush offs with them in his earlier days, but now the thought of actually battling one did not seem too pleasing to him. He waited to see what the others would say about the mission, and watched as the wizard blurted his plan out, and Odysseus quickly followed up with a plan of his own. Odysseus' plan was all fine and dandy, but what was he suppose to do? Opening his mouth his tone calm he said "Thats great and all, but I believe you are forgetting about me" Then as soon as he finished he saw Hercules crack the table in half, and then breakdown, apparently there was something under that gruff exterior.

 

[jediduncan]

Abraham Lincoln

The Emancipator sat quietly during Hercules' outburst and the others' comments, waiting for his turn to speak. When it came, he spoke calmly and with confidence, as if this was how he had planned this meeting to go.

"Do not fear, Hercules, you and Achilles both will both be going on this mission. And Boogeyman, I wouldn't worry about finding something to do; there will be plenty of opportunities for someone of your skill.

Now, of course I wouldn't send you into the breach unprepared."

From underneath part of the table, Abe pulled a black, unmarked briefcase and set it out in front of him on part of the table that was miraculously undamaged. He opened the briefcase and revealed the contents; a large quantity of silver bullets.

"Take what you will. Whatever you are currently carrying is bound to be far less effective against a lycanthrope than these."

 

[Green Ranger]

Merlin, oddly enough, walked over to the case and picked up a clip of silver bullets, ejecting one and placing the clip back as he placed it within his robe. Smiling oddly at the group - he was missing more than a few teeth beneath the curling grey hairs of his matted beard - he then continued making laps around the room. For once he kept his mouth shut, which would probably be bit of a relief for the others in the room.

 

[Niner]

Hercules took his head out of his hands and put on his helmet to hide his still red face.The helmet was black like the rest of his armor and had a reflective face plate in the front. He looked into the case. He grabbed two clips for his pistol, then asked, "I don't suppose you have any chains of those for my mini-gun do you? Maybe a couple of grenades or other explosives loaded with silver shrapnel?"

 

[The Balance]

The Boogeyman

Nodding to abe he pulled his hood back up seeing that the meeting was almost over. As he pulled it up he also reached his hand back into his pocket and turned his i-pod back on. Starring at the bullets before him, he didn't even make a move for them, he barely remembered how to fight anyway.

Standing up he pulled his satchel back up over his shoulder and leaned against the wall waiting for the rest of the group to be done looking at the new goodies. As he waited he started humming the tune of 'enter sandman', but quickly stopped remembering where he was, and behind his hood he turned a shade of pink.

 

[Will]

Zamiel looked over the silver bullets, taking the high calibre rounds for his sniper rifle. Normally, he'd just use a magic bullet, but he decided to be sporting to the others... ''Zese vill do nicely'' He muttered to himself in his German accent. The long, ebony wood case holding his original hunting musket sat behind him. If he ever got in a spot, he would simply shoot, and it would all be done... He nearly turned back to his 'iwantoneofthose.com' magazine. He had already earmarked more random gadgets for purchase after the meeting.

 

[jediduncan]

Achilles

Achilles scoffed at first, seeing the silver bullets. Dumb. Why did they need this crap when regular bullets would work? But begrudgingly, he could find no reason not to take some, so he grabbed a handful of clips and attatched them to his belt.

Abraham Lincoln

After everyone had taken their share, Lincoln nodded solemnly, folded his briefcase up and stood up slowly.

"Good luck to all of you. I foresee a difficult journey ahead of you, more difficult than you may have anticipated for a simple lycanthrope. If you need me, use one of the communicators."

He rummaged into his pocket and threw a few small radios onto the table. There were only two. It was strange that he said nothing else, almost as if he was purposely omitting something. Regardless, now as he left all that was left to do was head to the private jet and go.

 

[Will]

Zamiel folded up his magazine, placing it in the long case with his modern sniper rifle. ''So, vat is ze plan? How are ve goink to find zis verevolf?'' He smiled broadly, his white teeth flashing.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Aladdin
One of his greatest skills was multi-tasking, and while he normally used this to ignore multiple people at the same time, on occasion he actually put it to good use. He had gathered what he could from the police records as well as odd sightings and other various anomalies and was able to comprise a fairly reliable basis of where to start their search. Now, normally, he'd have told his comrades this valued information right away, but he just hated accents. Of all kinds.

"You!" He shouted, pointing at the angel. "Don't talk anymore. You've been alive for how long? And you can't even pronounce words like "This" correctly?! It starts with t-h, making the "thhhh" sounds. Do it with me... "THHHH-isssss" Kthxbai..."