[Dave]

OOC: LOL. Gripping,eh?
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Fisher turned to the eagle. It looked vaguely familiar... no matter just now. He had an audience. Time to entertain.
Fisher: "Don't look so sad, little bird. The gunslinger isn't dead. He's a minor inconvenience to me, and I had to relocate him. He'll soon be meeting someone I think he'll find very interesting .... but chances are he'll come back - his type always does - and try to find me again."
Fisher turned his attention to
blaze and charger said a voice in his mind
the Anthro tigers. He was fully aware that
kaira
the tigress was trying to sneak away, but it suited his purposes to let her go.
"Now, gentlemen," he said, focusing on the antrhos, "I believe my associate here brought you to the circus as an attraction. Is this right?"
"Yes. But what the hell kind of circus is this?" Blaze blurted.
Fisher tittered. "Never mind." He looked at the battle-bloodied Benvolio. "You brought them here ... and are they talented?"
Benvolio's eyes widened. "Uh ... I didn't check ... I just thought, you know, that they would be Breakers, like the other --"
Fisher looked annoyed, and flicked his hand towards Benvolio, who instantly erupted in flames. The other taheen stepped back, so as not to be burnt.
Fisher sighed. "He just thought ... hmmm ... well, no matter. He was a dope anyways."
He looked again at Charger and Blaze. "Now. Are you Breakers? If not, I suppose I can let you go on your way ..." the little voice told him why they were here. "And you'll be leaving Streak with me, of course. She is far too valuable to me, and to my superior."
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Roland hit the ground. His guns fell out of his hands and skittered away from him.
He scrabbled for them and climbed quickly to his feet.
Damn! To be so close to Fisher only to be shoved aside and into ...
Where was he? It wasn't the circus, and it certainly wasn't the big city he was just in. But ... it certainly was a city of some sort. And it wasn't daytime anymore.
He looked around ... a smallish pond sat on his right, and it reflected a full moon. Across the pond was a tower which, as Roland counted the windows, proved to be twenty seven stories high. Off a ways to his left, across a patch of grass, was a large, intimidating building of interesting construct. There were no windows, and it was made of a grayish cement.
A path was paved along the side of the pond, leading towards the gray building and branching off in several places. People were walking hither and thither on these paths, yet none of them seemed to be surprised by his sudden appearance.
He sighed, finished reloading his guns, holstered them, and began to walk up the path.
Roland soon saw a tallish man with a mop of dark hair and vivid blue eyes. A sloppy goatee sprouted from his chin, and patches of hair grew in under his jaw in an embarrassing attempt at a beard. The man was a little husky, and was dressed in blue jeans, a denim jacket, and a black t-shirt with a white stick figure falling down (the caption read "I do all my own stunts"). He limped slightly, hinting at a leg injury. Over his right shoulder was a blue and black bookbag.
At first the man didn't notice the gunslinger. He assumed it was just another college student dressed funny: long dark trenchcoat, wide brimmed hat, the usual. He had seen them around, and learned not to be too freaked by it. But as he got closer ... he noticed the guy had guns strapped to his waist.
The gunslinger would have kept moving, but the man stopped him. "Hey! Uh ... your ... you wouldn't happen to be named Roland, would you?"
Roland stopped. "Yes. Why?"
The man blinked in surprise. This is it, he thought. I'm having a breakdown. College finally got to me.
"Well," he said. "Do ... uh, did you ever meet a guy who looks like ... a tiger? Like, a half-tiger, half-man?"
Roland looked impatient. "Yes. Who are you?"
The man swallowed hard. God, but was this weird. "Well .... uh, my name is Dave. I think I've been writing about you."
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The real Dave - not the fictional version of himself that he just finished writing about - was nervous about introducing himself as a character. He typed out a little blurb expressing this to his fellow RPers.
"I don't know what you guys'll think about it," he began, "but there was, as far as I remember, never a rule against using yourself as a character. But this is part of a plan I have that will affect Roland's own quest, and Fisher's story, as well. And even, to an extent, Streak. So I feel it fits. If you guys think it's way out there, I will happily rewrite this part."
Dave supposed this would have to do. He clicked "Post Quick Reply."
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Several minutes later, after rereading his post, Dave clicked the little link that read "Edit." He began typing.
"I also think I might need to say that my character, Roland, is based on the character of Roland in Stephen King's books. I am using his name and the fact that he is a gunslinger on a quest, similar to King's Roland, but I am not trying to tell King's story. I am using elements from it to tell a new story. Much of it is similar - multiple worlds and Breakers working to knock them all into Chaos - but the fact that there are so many other characters in this story makes it different. Roland's story is meant to be secondary to that of Charger - who, I feel, is the true Protagonist in this whole story."
Dave was unsure of how to continue. So, he simply reread what he had typed, made some changes, and hit "Save Changes."