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Daniel Wolfe

"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"

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a character in “Turning Pages”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"





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Name: Daniel William Wolfe
Nickname: Some have the nerve to call him Dan or Danny. However, he prefers to be just called Daniel.
Age: 23
Origin Story: Red Riding Hood
Character: Wolf
Sexuality: Straight

Likes: Running
The forest
Being polite
Respect
Baking
People who aren't afraid of him

Dislikes: His curse
The few days before and after his transformation
People who are afraid of him
Hunters
Time-wasters
Thieves
Immoral people




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Fears: He's scared of completely losing control of himself in his wolf form.
He's scared of being driven from the town and losing the few people he calls friends.
He's scared of snakes and small places.
Hobbies: He enjoys running and most forms of exercise.
He loves to read and is usually found with a book in his hand or in his bag.
He has also taught himself to play the piano and loves to play.

Powers: It's not a power. It's a curse.

Daniel is a werewolf. The first night of the full moon, he turns into a huge wolf and stays in that form for a few days. His speed and strength surpasses that of a regular wolf, and that, combined with the size, is the only way you can tell the difference between Daniel and a typical wolf.

While Daniel is in his human form, his speed and his strength are still increased, although obviously not as strong as his wolf form. He could outrun Usain Bolt at his three-quarter pace. His stamina rivals that of some Olympic marathon runners.

However, Daniel loses control of himself while he's in his wolf form. Most werewolves- or, at least, his brother- retain some of their human instincts and thoughts while in their wolf form. Daniel retains very few of his, barely enough to recognise who his friends are. He's incredibly irritable and short tempered in the few days before his transformation, and usually exhausted and both of the above for a few days after he transforms back. His appetite is always huge.

His bite can transform others, providing that they survive the other grievous wounds they sustain. It doesn't always cause the mutation, however. The mutation can also skip generations. For instance, Daniel's father wasn't a werewolf, but it was his grandfather who was bitten.

He has no aversion to silver. However, while the actual herb of wolfsbane hasn't been discovered, some plants make him uncomfortable to be around. Eating them has had negative effects on him, severely weakening him, but never curing him of his curse.

When he's badly hurt as a wolf, his body turns back to it's human form, despite the stage of the moon. His clothes do not transform with him at any point- hence why he has basic sets of clothes hidden all around the forest.

Strengths:
He's incredibly intelligent, thanks to a scholar father and a love of books.
He's quite a good cook, having had to cook for to growing teenage werewolves on more than one occasion. Then again, they would eat almost anything, so that's not much of a guarantee of his skill.
He's extremely good under stress. He's extremely calm most of the time.

Flaws:
When he's really hungry, his manners can go right out the window when he finally gets food.
He has little tolerance for certain kinds of people, and won't be that pleasant to them.
He needs huge amounts of sleep.




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Personality: Daniel is far from what you would expect a werewolf to be, and in more than just appearance. He's a complete and utter gentleman the vast, vast majority of the time. He's extremely mannerly. He thanks everyone, from the bus driver to the waitress to the guy who held the door open for him. He'll always hold the door for someone else, or help an old woman with her bags, or get something off a shelf for a woman who's got two kids hanging out of her and a baby in the pram. If he was standing behind someone in a queue and they lost their wallet and was panicking, he wouldn't hesitate to pay for it for them. He's good with kids- however, a lot of the time, they find something about him sinister, even if they don't know about his secret.

To his few friends, he's slightly less formal. He's got a sense of humour, and he's a really reliable friend. He's incredibly thoughtful towards those he likes. If he sees something and thinks of them, he'll buy it for them. He's not the type to be filled with conversation- he's much happier to sit and listen and see his friends happy. Besides, he seldom has anything important to say anyway.

However, the wolf is always present in Daniel. As hard as it might be to provoke, he has a nasty temper and can become incredibly cold and sarcastic at a moment's notice. He turns violent as soon as his temper is triggered- a bad idea for someone with superhuman speed and strength. If it's around the full moon, it's better to stay away, as he can snap over the smallest thing. He hates his condition and would get rid of it at any cost.

History: Daniel was born to a scholar father and his baker wife. Daniel's intelligence was evident from a young age- his curse, however, was not. He was eleven the first time he turned. His parents managed to keep it hushed up, and they managed to pass off the destruction in the house to a temper tantrum thrown by Daniel's younger brother. They moved to Folksdale, where they weren't known. And every full moon, Daniel would be sent to the forest until he turned back. His father also went away for the few days, and they passed it off as camping trips. When Daniel's brother also started turning, the whole camping ritual was complete.

Everything went wrong for Daniel five years ago. He was attacked by a hunter, who returned to the town boasting of the damage he'd done to this huge wolf. When Daniel struggled back into the town, badly injured, the townspeople became suspicious. The name Wolfe... The fact that they disappeared every full moon... Daniel's injuries... and before long, the whole town had guessed that the brothers were werewolves. When photographic evidence came back, and a reliable source claimed that they saw Daniel change into this huge grey wolf, it was confirmed. Their parents left town rather quickly, claiming not to know of the curse of their sons.

It was made worse when Daniel lost control of his wolf and attacked Leona Hopewell's grandmother a year later. Except for the fact that there was one or two in the town who still liked him, and a few who were willing to let him say, he would have been kicked out into the forest. Ever since, Daniel's been trying to find ways to rid himself of his wolf. The townspeople have stopped trying to lynch him, but he's still an outcast.

Other: He has a scar running along his hip from where the hunter wounded him.

So begins...

Daniel Wolfe's Story

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Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Marigold Lokes Character Portrait: Lacey Swan Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ºC (73ºF)


Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'



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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.




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Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.

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He looked at the rock face in front of him and grinned, hooking his fingers around a ledge and hauling himself up it. His fingers found purchase in ridges that bugs had trouble scurrying along, and his toes were able to grip them almost as easily. He swung his leg over the top of the cliff and followed with the rest of his body. Everyone else was only getting up- and yet Jack was on his daily adventure already. Admittedly, he had skipped breakfast, instead choosing to head out as soon as he was dressed in his white t-shirt and black combats. His breakfast awaited him in the backpack on his back.

Being careful not to look down, he made his way along the ledge to a suitable picnic spot. He was glad to have a little time to himself, but he was still pretty sure that some of his usual companions would find him at some point. And that was cool with him. He rooted in his backpack, pulling out the bowl of fruit and yogurt. His grandfather would have laughed at the breakfast, insisting that it wasn't enough for a man- but then again, his grandfather had never seen him as a man, so it didn't particularly matter.

He sat down on the ground and looked out over the forest. The ledge was high enough to give him a vantage point, but not so high as to be above the trees and cloud his view as he ate. It felt ideal for the early morning, and he stared at the empty bowl once he was finished, longing for more. But instead he shoved the empty bowl into his bag and took up his walk once again.

He came across a waterfall, which had been his destination all along. He grinned and pulled off his shirt, shoving it into his bag an dropping the bag near the rocks by the river. There was nothing of value in it, but he doubted it would get stolen anyway. He unbuckled his sword and left it beside the bag, before taking a running start and hurling himself from the cliff, over the waterfall.

He'd checked it out, and knew it was perfectly safe to jump into. Well, if it had been perfectly safe, he wouldn't have been doing it- but he was pretty sure that he wouldn't die anyway.

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Daniel was sprawled across his bed, the covers balled in one corner and three out of the four pillows on the floor. The baggy t-shirt he wore for sleep had been shoved up, revealing a long white scar on his hip. He dragged his eyes open and yawned, starting to sit up. He took in the state of his bedroom and looked at his phone, checking the date. He rolled his eyes and swung his legs out of bed.

One advantage of most of the townspeople hating your guts was the fact that there was practically no chance of visitors. So he could walk around the house in his baggy t-shirt and holey pajama bottoms for as long as he liked. That had never been Daniel's style, however, and he went to his cupboard, pulling out a white shirt and black jeans. It only took him a few moments to get changed and to fix his hair, before he went to the kitchen in the search for food. His stomach was growling like he hadn't eaten in days- which was normal for Daniel. He fried himself up some bacon and scrambled some eggs.

The real problem, however, came when he had finished and was thirsty. His first instinct was milk- but when he opened the fridge, the spot where the milk should have been was empty. He stared at it blankly for a second, before remembering draining the carton the night before. Great. Now I have to go face a town that would rather see me dead and my wolf pelt being used as a rug.

He sighed and grabbed his wallet, shoving it into the pocket of his jeans and heading out the door. He took a deep breath and started walking towards the town. Everyone he met on the road glared at him. Everyone knew that Daniel was a werewolf, and pretty much everyone hated him for that.

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Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.

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The water was freezing as Jack plunged into it. He felt it take his breath away, and surged towards the surface, pulling away from the tumbling chaos of the waterfall. As his head broke the surface, he gasped for air, grinning. His heart pounded, adrenaline flooding his veins. He swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water. The air was warm against his skin compared to the water. He shook his hair like a dog, spraying the surrounding area with water. He had enjoyed that, but was starting to feel lonely. And with that, he decided to head into town and track down somebody to drag into going exploring with him.

He scrambled back up the rock face to where his change of clothes awaited him. He preferred to do anything that involved diving off waterfalls with his trousers on after he'd cut his leg on a sharp rock a few weeks ago. Shirts were too much of a burden, and besides, if you got a cut on your chest or arm, you wouldn't be limping for a week.

Double checking that nobody was around, he changed his underwear and trousers for dry ones and pulled his shirt back on, before swinging his bag onto his back and buckling his sword back around his waist. He scrambled back down the wall face, jumping the last few feet and heading back into town. The bookstore was almost empty, so he decided to pop in and say hello.

"Got any books on killing giants?" He called jokingly as he entered.

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Daniel felt his eyes drop lower the closer he got to town. Everyone glared at him, parents pulling their already cautious children away from him. Of course- it was nearing the full moon, and everyone knew it. When it came to the full moon, they'd check their doors twice and load their shotguns before they went to sleep. And for a few days, he'd forget who he was and allow himself to become all wolf.

But until then, he was just a pariah. His heart pounded as he went into the general store. People skirted away from him as he picked up a carton of milk, and some steak as an afterthought- partially just to wind them up, and because he genuinely fancied steak for dinner that evening. "Good morning." He smiled at the woman serving at the checkout. She nodded, and he felt his heart sink a little. Damn that hunter, and damn Leona Hopewell.

The cafe was open, and he knew he could rely on them for a decent fruit smoothie. He saw Gabriel Leroy sitting outside and had to resist the temptation to growl at him or remind him of the fact that his wolf form had eaten frogs before. He ordered his smoothie and sat a few tables away, the plastic bag by his feet.

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Ali had taken a booth, without even looking up from the leather-bound book. Clutching her coffee in one hand, she ran her fingers over the rough pages absent-mindedly as she poured over the runes and equations. Her curtain of auburn hair hid her face from view, as her eyes roamed greedily over the words. It was a fascinating read, to Ali, though she doubted anyone else would be particularly interested in it. Even still, it didn't matter what other people thought of it. It was going to help with her project, regardless of anyone else. And now, she was so immersed in it, she doubted anything could disturb her. That was until someone close by spoke. When Gabriel's voice reached her ears, she jerked her head up suddenly. She almost dropped the coffee cup, but held tight to the handle, before setting it down with a bang. Blushing slightly, she bowed her head again, noted the page number in her book and closed it quickly. Looking up through her eyelashes, she cleared her throat and gave him a half-smile.

"Good morning Gabriel." She said, fairly brightly, brushing strands back from her forehead and looking him in the eye as she turned in her seat to face him. "How are you today?" As the words left her lips, the door dinged again and Ali's eyes flickered towards it. Immediately her whole body tensed, her right hand clenching into a painful fist, until the knuckles shone white against the skin. Daniel Wolfe had just walked in. Without thinking about it, she drew her eyes away and glared at the floor. Ali knew it wasn't fair to judge Daniel, the way that she did, but she couldn't help the resentment that rose in her throat. Daniel's brother had been the bane of her life since school. He had mercilessly bullied her for years, causing many tears and horrible days. Ali hated the sight of Wolfe and his brother's reputation was just as bad. She didn't trust Daniel because of his brother. Perhaps that wasn't fair, but the way she'd been treated wasn't fair either.

Coughing, she looked back to Gabriel and forced a smile. "Sorry...what was it we were talking about?"

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At the tinkling bell sound that indicates the entrance of another customer to the fine, if small, establishment, Gabriel glances over towards the door and makes brief, but hostile all the same, eye contact with his least favorite town pariah- Daniel Wolfe. He had once wondered whether the family had adopted that last name in response to their werewolf status, or if this was simply some happy coincidence. Of course, now any thoughts he has about Daniel Wolfe are rather negative ones; the werewolf never seems to have a problem with reminding him that he dines on the occasional frog, and that the loathing is mutual, after all. His eyes flicker to the plastic bag in Daniel's hand, and he briefly wonders what is in it- most likely his latest prey, or something. Noticing the tensing of Ali beside him, Gabriel recalls that she and her friends have a particular grudge against the Wolfe brothers. This shared hostility towards Daniel gives him a bit of a connection to her, though they are hardly strangers to begin with. Still, he views general attractiveness to be one of the only things they have in common- a pretty decent thing to have in common, as far as he's concerned.

Thus, he turns his attention fully back to the bookish girl, looking away from Daniel and, in doing this, perhaps providing a distraction for Ali from the Wolfe brother. "Oh, I'm grand, thank you. We were discussing you moving over into my booth, I believe?" he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he none-too-subtly suggests this idea. After all, twisting around to talk to her is a pain, especially when there is a perfectly good seat right across from him at his own booth.

"And you, by the way? How are you today?" he adds retrospectively, looking up as the waitress returns and sets down his drink before delivering a promise that his food will be arriving shortly as well. He thanks her and smiles before taking a drink from his tea- something the young man instantly regrets, as it is likely fresh from the pot, and burns his mouth. He moves it away from him in a sudden motion that is some strange compromise between fluid and jerky, before placing the cup down and resisting the urge to stick his tongue out so that the air-conditioning of the building might somehow help in cooling it off.


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Peter's way of eating is rather. . .unorthodox, but Sam has adjusted to it by now, and merely raises an eyebrow as he ravages the plate- as though she hadn't done a similar thing only moments ago. Of course, she had done so properly using her utensils and such, but the fact remains that she had wolfed it down as though it was the food after a week of fasting. The girl has quite a stomach on her, and Peter is clearly quite similar when it comes to having a massive appetite. He does appear to always be moving, after all, and that likely requires a good amount of food to fuel, she supposes. At least he swallows before speaking up to answer her previous question about his plans for the day. His answer meets her expectations exactly, and eyebrows seem to shoot even further up at his considering filling a police car with donuts.

"Sounds like an expensive waste of food," she comments skeptically, not even bothering to fully outline why the plan won't work. She often seems to be the one who ends up putting the cap on Peter's bizarre and occasionally fantastical schemes- but that is simply in her nature, being a rather grounded individual, even if she doesn't always seem precisely that.

"Not that I have any plans for today- I was thinking of going hiking, or maybe swimming," she says, folding her arms over her chest as she speaks, her words being just as much for her sake as they are for Peter's, as she is still trying to properly work out her plans for the day. Both options are rather tempting for the young woman, and the weather is rather nice outside for anything involving the outdoors.

Sam grabs the plate that he had set down and quickly cleans it before putting it back into the cupboard. She doesn't like just leaving dishes in the sink when they can easily be cleaned upon no longer being used. Her brother and father had always left dishes around, and it had come to be one of her pet peeves, rather than something to which she adapted.

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"We do have '100 ways to kill just about anything.' Can't remember the author, but it's in the fiction section near the books that were written to go along with that serial killer show on television. Maybe you should write a book on that topic?" Wendy seemed dead serious. Jack laughed. "I can barely write my own name, Wendy. I think a novel might be a bit out of my league." She continued on. "We can always use more books on the more practical side of fairy tales. I've been thinking of making a sort of compendium of practical advice if one lands into magical trouble, remind me to ask you about that later. With all of the people in this town, I think I could make quite a useful guide. I'd probably have to put some illustrations in it and humor to make it more publishable, but I think it might do well." Jack nodded. "That'd be awesome! But for fighting a giant, all I could say would be, 'Wing it. Watch your head.'"[/b] He shrugged.

Alice entered in her usual manner and Jack grinned, nodding as she jumped up onto the counter. "And hello Jack! How's the giant-killing been lately? I've been wondering lately if giants could use a jabberwocky like a flying horse- I think it would be big enough for 'em, as it's about fifteen of me tall. At least I think it is. Killing it was awful hard though, I know that. Horrid, it was, to get up to it's neck. Hard, too, it was so tall. Anyway! Do you think it could? I don't know if the creature could handle the weight though..." He shrugged. It was a normal question for Alice. Wendy thought for a moment, then added to the question.

"I highly doubt a jabberwocky would be good for a mount, but if anyone could ride it, you could. And if anyone could kill it, I'm sure Jack could find a way. Speaking of, Jack, did giants actually have any kind of mount? Or did they just stride around? I haven't heard much about giants. Did they have a culture? Different physiology? I haven't made much of a study about magical races, I wonder if there are any good books on the topic."

He shrugged again. "They probably could- I'd have to get a look at one first." He laughed. "I'd rather take on the giant again than a jabberwocky, if I'm honest." He thought for a moment, remembering the land above the beanstalk. "They didn't really have mounts, they just kinda stomped around." He mimicked the giant's stomp. "And they were just like humans but waaay taller. I didn't stick around long enough to find out about their culture if I'm honest."

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Daniel couldn't bear the atmosphere in the cafe any more. Ali was clearly scared and he could feel the hostility radiating from Gabriel. As soon as he got his smoothie he stood up and left. He hated what had been done to him. Both the curse of the werewolf and the fact that everyone hated him for his condition.

He kept his head down as he walked the street, his shopping hanging from one wrist. He didn't know anything about the weaknesses of a werewolf, and the only way he was sure of dying was if someone shot him. And nobody liked him enough to shoot him as a favour. Pissing off the townspeople in the hope that one of them would shoot him would just make everything worse. And nobody would sell the werewolf a gun to do it himself- he was dangerous enough as it was.

He stopped outside the bookstore as a thought occurred to him.

He pushed open the door to see Jack and Alice already in there, and Wendy behind the counter. He cleared his throat. "Um, hi. I was wondering if you had any books on werewolf legends? Specifically their weaknesses?" It would be a strange order for someone like him, but he had to.

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Wendy chuckled and shook her head mock-sadly. "Jack, you must learn to make as many observations on your adventures as you can. How else are we going to peddle your memoirs to sell and finance your retirement when you're too old to carry a sword?" she joked, but there was an element of truth behind it, at least from her perspective. Jack was a good friend and a first-rate adventurer, but sometimes she worried about what would happen to him in his twilight years, especially if he had no one to take care of him. Reminding herself yet again that everyone makes their own choices and really, it wasn't her fault if he made the wrong ones--it really wasn't. Really-- she looked up as she was addressed.

"Good afternoon, Daniel." Weaknesses of werewolves? An odd question from a werewolf, didn't he know the weaknesses of his own species? That reminded her, she had been planning to interview him on the topic before she found out that it was a sensitive subject in town. Unfortunate, as one of her newer stories could have used a werewolf anti-hero. Maybe asking him to tea, being tactful, plying him with scones? "There's an interesting mix of ideas on the topic. 'Beasts and Beauties,' by an author I can't recall at the moment, has a fairly good compendium. It's in the fantasy section. Also, 'Wolves are People Too,' by R. Lupan, seems to have some of the more unheard-of weaknesses, ones I haven't seen in other books. There are a few more in that section, if you want to browse."

The day passed rather quickly, with her friends in and out and a beautiful Daniel Wolfe to look at... she meant.... assist with his books. Yes. Must have good service at the bookshop, that was it. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts as she closed up the bookstore. At the apartment, Wendy quickly changed, wanting to use what sunlight was left of the evening as it was already past six. Shorts were a bit too cold in the woods for this time of the day, even when working up a sweat, so she decided on a green tank top and stretchy black capris, along with her running shoes.

Ranvir looked up from his ebook. "Ready to run, Wendy?"

"More than," she replied, filling up a water bottle and, as always, making sure she had a small pouch of fairy dust and a compass in the compartment for emergencies. Running with a sword was problematic, Ranvir and a little dust usually solved whatever problems came up on her jogs. "Let's get out of here."

"Long day, I take it?" He said, annoyingly still not out of breath as they jogged quickly into the woods on one of Wendy's favorite paths.

"Very, very busy. And occasionally ridiculous. A fussy author, a big crowd... the usual for a book signing. I'm just glad it's over." Wendy paused and went down a random fork in the trail. Trail was too kind for it, it was more a path that a deer or two had made, but that was enough for exploring purposes. She hadn't worked up a good sweat quite yet, so she led Ranvir deeper into the woods and up some hills. It was nice to get out of her head a bit, and twenty minutes passed without too much thought or conversation. Just the peace of the woods, with the occasional sound of someone else running other paths or the animals of the forest escaping Ranvir's mischievous advances.

Wendy checked her compass at the half an hour point, and decided to take a different way back. Taking one trail that had been worn by human feet, although not hers, she came across something that surprised her. Was that... a tree house? Ranvir growled a little. "It smells like boy. We should keep running."