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Jack Helyer

"The most extraordinary things can come from the most unexpected places."

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

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"The most extraordinary things can come from the most unexpected places."





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Name: Jack Arthur Helyer

Nickname: He's always just been Jack.

Age: 19

Origin Story: Jack And The Beanstalk

Character: Jack

Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Likes:
  • Taking risks: He's never been the cautious type. After all, he did climb a beanstalk to see what it held.
  • Having a comfortable life: He's never forgotten the poverty of his youth, and he appreciates the comfortable life he now lives.
  • His friends: They're the only family he has.
  • Finding new things: His curiosity could almost be described as a fault.
  • Adventures: They hold everything he loves- excitement, discovery, and danger.
  • Adrenaline rushes: He could almost be described as a junkie.

Dislikes:
  • Being hungry: He went hungry for far too long as a kid, and he doesn't see any necessity for it now.
  • Heights: Rather ironically, he's not too keen on heights.
  • Large dogs: He faced down a giant, but big dogs make him nervous.
  • Being in pain: What's to like?
  • Talking about his grandfather: He never particularly liked the old man, and still doesn't, even though he's dead.




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Fears:
  • Heights- I'm not scared, I'm just not particularly fond of them...
  • Losing everyone he loves
  • Going back to the way he lived as a child

Hobbies: He enjoys going on walks... Even if it's into his neighbours' gardens and taking their beans. They don't appreciate it, but they can't prove it's him, so he's safe.
He still practices his sword-fighting, just in case.
He enjoys finding new ways to get adrenaline rushes.

Strengths: He's an extremely talented sword-fighter.
He's a natural climber. His feet and hands can find sufficient ridges on a smooth surface.
He's extremely quiet. He could be walking knee-high in crunchy fallen leaves and still be hard to hear.
He's brave, almost to the point of a fault.
He's willing to forgive and forget.
He can make a good meal out of just about anything.

Flaws: He's incredibly naive.
Sometimes he can be too quick to trust, which goes hand-in-hand with his naivete.
He can be reckless at times.
He's a little accident prone and clumsy.
He can be incredibly stubborn at times.





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Personality: In the fairy tale, we don't learn much of Jack's personality. We assume that he's your typical hero- chivalrous, brave, a strong leader. Aspects of this can be seen in the real Jack, but he's not exactly what you'd expect a hero to be. Yes, he's brave, but the similarities start to fade out there. Jack can't immediately tell when the bad guy is lying- or even who the bad guy is. He's far from the sharpest tool in the shed. His self-esteem varies, and can take a nose-dive at the slightest provocation. It's improved ever since his adventure in the skies, but it's still rocky. His morals aren't exactly that of a hero, either. One of his favourite pastimes is strolling through his neighbours' gardens, stealing any beans they may have. He didn't give the treasure to the rightful heir- or even check if there was one. If he was in trouble, he would have no problems with stealing to get him through, and would forget to pay them back. If he borrowed money (not that he has to nowadays), he would see how long he could go without paying them back in the hope of them forgetting. Needless to say, that got him into trouble more than once.

However, Jack has his lovable qualities as well. He's a complete adrenaline junkie, and he's always coming up with mad new plans for his adrenaline rushes. He gets so animated when he's discussing them, it's hard not to smile. He's naturally extremely curious, and will drag you into going exploring with him. It doesn't take much for him to trust you, and he's the type of person you think you can trust as well. He's protective of the people he cares about, and can almost be over protective of his friends. He might drag you into an adrenaline rush, but he won't let you get yourself into a genuinely dangerous situation. There's a reason he took on the giant himself. That and the fact that he's completely accident prone and a ridiculous klutz. He mightn't be the type to come bounding up for you for a hug, but if you need it, he'll put his arm around you. He's ready to listen if you need to talk, and he can talk the legs off a chicken if you just want to be distracted. He knows when it's appropriate to talk and when he should just shut up. He gets pretty animated when he gets into something.

Despite all of this, Jack Helyer is one person you don't want to mess with. Beneath his almost foolish exterior lies a dangerous temper. If you betray his trust, or if you hurt anyone he cares about, you'll be faced with a duel from one of the most talented swordsmen that this land has ever seen, one that could very well end in your own death. If you piss him off, he won't hesitate to play dirty. His over-protectiveness can be a fault. He'd take on two fights at once if it meant keeping someone close to him safe, even if he got hurt. His bravery can definitely be a fault- it makes him reckless. He would charge unprotected into a fight against a magic user armed only with his sword. He can be dangerous when he's angry and can't vent it. The slightest thing can set him off into an uncontrollable round of shouting, and it takes him a while to calm himself down.

History: Jack was born to a poor family. His mother died in childbirth. His father set him to working from a young age, making sure that his son earned his keep. Jack learned his way around the various farm tools and learned how to handle the animals before he was as even as big as them. However, his father resented his son, blaming him for his wife's death. When he learned that his son wasn't exactly Einstein, he used that against him. He never dared touch his son, but often called him stupid or a fool or told him that he was worthless. His father died when Jack was ten, and Jack was shoved onto his grandfather.

His grandfather blamed Jack for the deaths of his daughter and her husband, and made Jack's life hell. Jack was given all of the chores to do. His grandfather was as poor as Jack's family had been. The fact that Jack was constantly working meant that he needed more food, but he didn't get it, and was instead constantly hungry. Perhaps the hunger clouded his judgement- which was how his story came about at the age of seventeen.

"Take the cow and sell it- even you can do that." Instead, the naive and hungry Jack traded it for some beans that were supposedly magic. He just hoped that they could grow them for food. His grandfather yelled at him for being such an idiot and threw them away. The next morning, a huge beanstalk and an adventure awaited outside Jack's window. Longing for an escape, he climbed it in search of an adventure.

There, he found a giant, who wanted to kill and eat Jack. The fairy tale tells of a princess that Jack also saved- but of course, he had no such luck. The giant managed to capture the young man. But as the hero in every fairy tale does, Jack managed to escape and get his hands on a weapon. He sneaked up on the sleeping giant and killed it in it's sleep, claiming the treasure for himself. This took place over a few days, and with nobody to do his chores, Jack's grandfather died. Everyone thought that Jack had died as well, and started cutting down the beanstalk. Jack nearly died on his way down, but thanks to a little luck, he avoided serious injury and was stinking rich. His life changed, and many people realised that Jack mightn't be the timid creature they had all expected. It took guts to try and kill a giant- and skill to succeed.

With no farm chores to do, Jack found himself searching for life's smaller adventures. Adrenaline rushes and exploring the surrounding forest was how he spent his days. He kept the sword he'd stolen from the giant's house, and trained himself even further in it, becoming extremely talented in it. He also took to stealing beans, partially as memories and partially in case they happened to be the same magic beans. He's not entirely sure that the giant would stay dead. However, he's becoming bored with this, and would love some drama or a proper adventure to occupy his time.

Other: He never leaves the house without his sword.

So begins...

Jack Helyer's Story

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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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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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It wasn't long before Alice had made her way all the way from her quaint home to the door of the bookshop. She was feeling pride at that accomplishment, at least. She had only stepped on one crack the whole way over (She hadn't seen it, mind you, and had been devastated for a good ten seconds when she saw it under her foot), and time had been kind and made the trip over so very short and nice. As she opened up the door with a small ding of the bell that signaled a customer, she saw a sign for a signing later in the day. She wondered about it as she walked over to the counter, where her friend was situated, looking awful ragged for the time- well before noon. How many people without the need to be anywhere would wake before noon? Mad people, that's who. That's why she was always up when she almost always never had anywhere to go- sometimes she helped Wendy about her shop, reading books to keep children occupied- she was the best for that job, at least, as she became just as drawn in as they did. Alice, though, had never really been interested in working- new technology guaranteed she could work just fine and she was a smart girl- her almost-fiance's (who she hated the notion of) father was a very handy man when it came to trading companies, so she was in charge of buying and selling wares for shops all over. He arranged it, of course, but she was good at deciding when to buy what and what was more important to keep stocked for the companies that trusted her to keep them stocked. It was easy work for her, at least, and she loved it. She couldn't travel with them, of course, as she had home here, but she loved the stories of other countries, and even just other states.

"Hello Wendy, darling" she said brightly before collapsing into giggles, even though she said that almost every time she saw her. It was awful funny, to her at least. She jumped up onto the counter even as she giggled though- it was her favorite place to sit, as it made her seem tall and she could see everyone. It took her a few moments to even notice another figure in the room, but when she did her face lit up. "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..." she trailed off, seriously considering it. She really thought it could- tall enough, at least, and strong enough definitely.

"No matter then though- the only jabberwocky I've even heard of living has it's head dispatched from it's body now- maybe The White Queen stuffed it. So I guess they couldn't, even if they wanted to. Awful notion, though, don't you think? Giants on a jabberwocky?" She mumbled before smiling brightly.

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Wendy smiled at Jack. "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?" She suggested, ringing up a customer. "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."

Hearing Alice's usual greeting as well as her giggles, Wendy chuckled. "Hello, Alice. Feeling much-y today?" She did occasionally just get called "Darling," but that was mostly at school, and Alice used it as a sort of inside joke. That was a lot of their friendship, really, inside jokes, secrets, odd conversations after midnight, and usually some kind of tea. Her relationship with Jack was a lot more like... anyway, it was more rambling and sword fighting and laughing at him. Or with him, depending on the day. They were both good-hearted people, with very different personalities, and she was glad to have them both as friends. Alice's ridiculous conversational gambits and Jack's recklessness were a nice change from some days when she felt like she was trapped in practicalities.

Listening to Alice's question to Jack, Wendy added, "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."

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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."