The start of something

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

Who: Artemis Fowl, John Egbert, and Dave Strider
When: July 26th
Where: The forest and eventually the castle.
What: The boys are going to bring their complaints right to the source. Aaaand they are going to find out that the rulers are not as benevolent as they may seem.
Warnings: Shenanigans!

[Well, he guessed he'd found a big enough hammer. It was a sledge hammer and had a heavy swing to it, but it wasn't anything like Wrinklefucker or Fear No Anvil. It would have to do for now. Hopefully he wouldn't even need the thing.

He found the entrance, dragging Dave along with him who'd been lucky enough to find a sword in his room. John had one too, but swords weren't really his thing. Despite not having access to his Specibus, he'd gotten pretty used to swinging around hammers. It wouldn't have felt right to grab the sword.

He stood by and looked around, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of Artemis, where ever he was coming from in the city.]

Comments

[oftime]

I'm guessing lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.

[ Dave adjusts his gloves calmly as he gives Artemis a nod to silently return the greeting. ]

Not everyone's going to be a fairytale character, Egbert, considering we're LARPing from the Arthurian legends.

[notsofowl.livejournal.com]

[ ...LARPing? Oh god these people were that kind of kids? Awkward...]

Well, if I know the People like I do, I would say these rulers aren't making us pretend, they intend to make us these fictional characters.

[ a pause, as he looks to the entrance of the forest ]

And I am supposed to be replacing the Imp Prince, Leandre, from the French Fairytale.

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes at Dave.] You know what I mean.

"The People"?

[Blinks at him and tilts his head in thought.]

I don't think I know that one.

[oftime]

[ Nope but it's pretty much what the Rulers want them to do, he's pretty sure, so. ]

Yeah yeah.

[ He holds onto his belt with one hand, the other resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword. ]

I'm taking a stab at it being an alternate universe thing for Imp Prince here.

[notsofowl.livejournal.com]

[ he nods, thinking for a moment how to address each in turn. He again, taps the hilt of his own sword five times ]

The People, in my world, are fair folk, magical beings. They consist of an underground population of pixies, elves, imps, demons, warlocks, centaurs and sprites.

That would imply I'm from an alternate universe, provided these Rulers are not of The People. I assumed the same for the both of you, unless you are just in my world.

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

Oh, I get it. [Then maybe he's right and these rulers are Those People.]

I don't think we're from the same place. If you were then that means your world is gone.

[oftime]

Mm. Our world got reamed by meteors not even twenty-four hours ago, so it's history now.

So we're either in your world, or we've all taken a little field trip to fuck knows where. Wound up on the island of misfit folklore where the Rulers want us to dance the dance of their people.