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[That elicited a grin from the Native American. Then something of a dubious look as he examined the keys.]

Your girl drives a Volvo Station Wagon? I thought she was hot. What is she, some sort of M.I.L.F.?

[He arched an eyebrow.]

We're not gonna find booster seats in the back, are we?

Sure hope not. I wouldn't be caught driving something with booster seats in the back.

[... but being a passenger, that he could do. Thus the reason he was allowing Raven the indignity of driving.]

Young mothers, though. You'd think being single and with a baby, they'd know better.

Great Spirit.

[Raven rolled his eyes.]

Let me guess- the kid was in the room with you all night too?

[He headed for the door without waiting for an answer. After all, he had to locate the damn vehicle before they were going to cover any ground between themselves and the briefcase thief. Fortunately, it was a mostly empty parking lot with only a single Volvo to choose from.]

Real popular hotel you picked for us, by the way.

Asleep.

[And still asleep, he suspected. Jack climbed into the passenger side of the Volvo and looked over his shoulder to ensure there were no surprise babies in the back. The last thing he wanted was this to become some road trip from hell. There were no babies. Just a floor filled with baby toys.]

I like to keep a low profile and besides, the Motel Six didn't have HBO.

We had HBO?

[Ah, another missed opportunity, though Raven tried not to sound too disappointed as he slid into the drivers seat and turned the ignition.

...the soothing sound of NPR news filled the car. He gave Jack a look.]

A baby and public radio? Yeah, she's a real catch.

You're just pissed you didn't see her first.

[For both their sakes, Jack flipped the radio until he found an oldies station. That helped to soothe the ancient man inside him. Even if part of him still felt like some of these songs were still too recent. Fifties music, really?]

[Well, yes. He was, actually. Raven had spent the previous night dozing and watching the free television channels-- Jack's evening sounded infinitely more entertaining, save for the small fact they were now many, many gold pieces poorer. It did little for his mood.

He drove the car as far as the driveway out before hitting the breaks and turning to Jack.]

Which way we should be headed?

[He frowned.]

Shouldn't we have Gary with us, since he's the only one with any idea what happened?

Black Cadillac, Idaho plates, and heading north. I grilled him before we left.

[Granted, Gary had said it was a 'fancy black car' and that the state 'might have started with an I' followed by a 'he pulled out left... or was it right? Oh dear, no, it was left. I think.'

But Jack felt Raven was having a rough time already. Best not to burden him with the troubles of Gary's addled memory.]

[Raven nodded, content with the information. After all, it had come from Gary, right? And there was no reason Jack wouldn't want his briefcase back either. He pulled the car into the main road, heading north.]

Edited 2013-12-07 04:07 (UTC)

[The drive gave time for Jack to think. Raven was a useful guy to keep around and while Jack did not dislike him, he knew well that the other Fable was treacherous. Not as treacherous or crafty as Jack, but still a problem. I may need to get rid of him, Jack thought as he considered his partner. When he stops being useful, anyway. But before he realizes that. Hmm...

I'm hungry.

The immediate problem was the man they were hunting. He had carefully avoiding giving specifics to Raven, because the man they were hunting had a fearsome reputation. Zorro had been stealing from America and the connecting Fable worlds for centuries. Even Bigby Wolf had went hunting for him once, but was never able to sniff him out. And as much as Jack hated Fabletown's sheriff, he knew good and well he didn't quite have what it took to hunt down this particular Fable.

They were going to need to cheat.]

So... Raven. Buddy. We may need to take a slight detour. There's something we're going to need.

[Raven had been somewhat enjoying the relative silence of the drive. Sure, the radio was on, but that was hardly the same as trying to keep up with whatever half-assed plan Jack was hatching. He cocked his head.]

A detour? What do you mean?

[Then again, he knew nothing beyond what Jack had told him thus far. If Jack said they needed a detour, well, who was Raven to say otherwise?

He still was a bit dubious.]

What are you thinking?

Edited 2013-12-10 22:58 (UTC)

[Jack leaned back in his seat and cradled his head in his hands.]

Beast's mirror. Ol' granny from the thirteenth floor set him up with it a long time, so as to torture him with all the things he couldn't have. He doesn't have it anymore. But I knew a guy who tried to sell me on an adventure to find it. Well, what good's that, spying on some asshole? But spying on an asshole who has a briefcase with all of El Dorado tucked inside it? Well, I say, let's get the mirror.

[A magic mirror? Raven couldn't deny it was an original angle. And more importantly, an unexpected one. Whoever had made off with their gold would never see it coming.]

That sounds crazy enough to work. So, who has it?

[Never mind Raven's mind was already going through all the other perks of liberating the looking glass from its current owner.]

Dude, can you imagine all the stuff you could do with a magic mirror?

I did. But then the mundies invented cable television.

[Besides, he knew the mirror was limited in some ways. It could only find people. You couldn't use it to find treasure on its own, which is what he was more interested in.]

There's one small stitch. We're gonna have to cross back to the homelands for it. Now, apparently the Adversary is gone now, so we might have a chance of getting to it now. But there may be some goblins. Trolls. Giants, even.

Why did you leave it behind?

[Because if Raven had a magic mirror, he'd take that sucker everywhere..]

It's not cursed, is it?

[He wouldn't put it past Jack to omit such details. Checking the rear view mirror, he pulled off into the parking lot of what appeared to be a dollar store.]

Well, how do we get there? There aren't that many gateways. Don't suppose you know some secret way in?

[Raven himself had never been to the European Fable homelands, though he'd heard plenty about them from the various Fables at the Golden Boroughs.]

Edited 2013-12-13 18:15 (UTC)

Hey. Hey. I didn't leave it behind, pal. That was Beast, running from the Adversary with his tail between his legs. But that's not the point. There's no curse.

[Or at least, there was no curse he was aware of. That was the sticking point.]

As for the way there... that's the tricky part. [Jack turns to Raven with his fingers steepled.] What do you know... about Santa Claus?

[Santa Claus?]

The fat guy from Christmas?

[Short of marketing around December, Raven's knowledge of the jolly man was limited. And given that he didn't even realize St. Nick was a Fable, Jack's train of thought seemed...derailed.]

Look, Jack, maybe it's better if we just keep heading North. At least we have something solid to go off there.

[Because "magic mirror", "homelands", and "Santa Claus" didn't really connect in any coherent way as far as the Native American was concerned.]

I want the treasure back as much as you do, dude, but this is starting to get ridiculous.

Ridiculous? You're starting to sound like a Mundy. [Jack rolls his eyes. In his approximation, Raven could be pretty stupid at times. Which is why he liked Raven. He wasn't smart enough to outsmart Jack and that was the kind of thing that was valuable in a relationship between scoundrels.]

Listen, back in the fifties, I managed to bust the big man's vault. That was just for his naughty or nice list. That was small bananas, though. The real jewel he has up at the Pole is a gateway back to the Homeworlds. The others have been closed or lead to places you don't want to be mixed up in. But that one? That's our winning ticket. But only if you've got the balls to get past his defenses.

So like you said. We keep heading north. Or we try to find goddamn Zorro.

[The name rolled off his tongue with purpose. There were many scoundrels out there, but Zorro was one that could out smart them both without even trying. His popularity with the Mundies only made it worse.]

Zorro? What does he-

[The realization dawned on Raven's face and he turned abruptly toward Jack.]

Zorro has our briefcase?!

[Beat.]

Er. Your briefcase.

[More importantly though, had it just slipped Jack's mind to mention this until now? No, Raven knew full well that Jack didn't "forget" things like this. That son of a bitch was calculating.]

And you think the only way to catch someone like Zorro is with a magic mirror.

[Raven couldn't exactly deny the claim, as he had no great ideas of his own. Still, Zorro? How he he learned of the treasure? It was squirreled away out of sight and it wasn't as if either of them went around bragging about--

Scratch that.]

...what exactly did you tell that woman you were with last night?

[Because obviously someone had heard about the contents of that briefcase.]

Edited 2013-12-15 01:21 (UTC)

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Sorry for the delay, just wanted to consider a direction for this

Oh, no worries! I've been dicking around, trying out Raven's voice, hopefully getting it down right.

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Apologies for the constant editing.

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