Hidden Agendas: A Collaborative Fiction

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Meirlkor

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07-05-2013

Since you're doing this for the literary experience, I may as well point out some things:

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It only took a few minutes of steady walking before he arrived at the bakery. Dirk looked at the locked door with sadness, seeing no expected return sign in the window. Dozens of pastries and cakes, hundreds of cookies and brownies sat behind various counters.

"Yes, Sinful Succulence has been closed for a few days now." Zilean said sadly. "But I have all the time to wait for it, her sweets are particularly good. What is your favorite snack Summoner? I find mine are day old brownies. Two days is slightly too stale and fresh is just too gummy to handle."
Where did Zilean come from here? Was he standing around near the shop? Was he passing by? Is there a bench nearby he was sitting on? Did he pop out of temporal thin air?
There's a description of the shop, but not anything around it. You'd think Dirk would notice Zilean standing around. It also doesn't flow that well, going straight from the shop to Zilean's dialogue.There's a little something missing to connect the two things.


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Flytrap

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07-05-2013

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I am sorry, but I am cracking up all the time reading this story.


I mean Dirk... really... a devine being called "Dirk".


CanŽt take this story serious by any means. XD
Your Syndra story... let's just leave it at that.


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IMTOOJUICY

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07-05-2013

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Morgageddon peers in at his work...

You can laugh at his name all you like, however there is a deeper meaning behind why his name is Dirk, instead of Summoner 1220 or some other odd name.
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk Diggler?


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Arcdeek

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07-05-2013

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Morgageddon peers in at his work...

You can laugh at his name all you like, however there is a deeper meaning behind why his name is Dirk, instead of Summoner 1220 or some other odd name.
Does he run a holistic detective agency?


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Riot Morgageddon

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07-05-2013
3 of 22 Riot Posts

Morgageddon is writing chapter 3 now!

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Originally Posted by Meirlkor View Post
Since you're doing this for the literary experience, I may as well point out some things:

Where did Zilean come from here? Was he standing around near the shop? Was he passing by? Is there a bench nearby he was sitting on? Did he pop out of temporal thin air?
There's a description of the shop, but not anything around it. You'd think Dirk would notice Zilean standing around. It also doesn't flow that well, going straight from the shop to Zilean's dialogue.There's a little something missing to connect the two things.
Added a small addition to address just that, thank you! I was editing this during the LCS games, in between of referring the games. I hopefully won't be so sloppy next time, haha.


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CaptainMĂ„rvelous

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07-05-2013

((And now it's my part!))

What is the sound of a typewriter? Is it “tick” or “tack”? The typewriter had been a gift from one of his fans, a necessity considering his absolutely horrid penmanship with a quill. Still, what sound DID it make? Maybe...”tck”? Would he write it without the second letter at all? Maybe if he described it that way people wouldn’t quite catch on to what he was talking about? “Eh, either way this will work.”

This small, inconsequential curiosity plagued the Captain’s mind in the dark Bilgewater room. Light provided by only a single candle, he continued to type and attempt to pen another work of fiction. He paused, pale hands lifting from the keys of the typewriter to comb through his hair, bright green eyes blinking back exhaustion. He didn’t always work like this, mind you, in this dark and dingy room that reeked of brine and lust. No, Marvelous used to work at home on his ship or just go out and collect information.

That is, until someone took his name and committed one of the biggest heists in Runeterra’s history.

“Though if I finish this story, things might be proven wrong,” he said. After all, he lacked the key feature the criminal had: His eyes were green. The perpetrator bearing his namesake had eyes of crimson. Even now, those green eyes looked to the small hextech watch he was given by an adoring fan, checking to see just how much sleep he had lost in working on this new novel. The clock was not kind in the least, the time reading nearly one in the A.M.

Then, Captain heard it. A noise. The most gentle of clicks on the wooden floor just outside his room. “Damn it, you’re kidding me,” He whispered. Of all things, he had let his guard down in a time of danger. Foolish as it may be, Marvelous couldn’t dwell on it. He grabbed the few papers he had penned and began to stuff them into the holding bag he had bought to carry his things about. His hand fell to his scimitar, resting on his hip by a single loop, as he pulled the typewriter into the small magical space the bag offered.

Completely packed, Marvelous pushed himself out of the chair, starring at the door. His heart raced as his eyes fixed on the knob. Silence. A standoff with someone who may not even be there. What were his exit options? There didn’t seem to be any asides the door and a jump from a two story window. The window was likely his only option but time was beginning to drag on. Maybe he had imagined it?

One strong heeled boot kicked the door open, nearly sending it off its hinges. “Right, time to go,” Marvelous muttered in surprise. Turning on his heels, he ran to the window, the sound of pistol fire behind him. The wood cracked as he kept his head low, charging to the window as his arms wrapped around his head and he jumped. Captain aimed to go shoulder-first but tilted a bit, hitting with a combination of his shoulder and head.

The few active patrons, drunkenly stumbling out of bars with a prostitute under one arm (or violently vomiting in an alleyway), turned to see the man in the bright red coat leap from the window, head low and shoulder out. He fell from that two story window and hit the wooden boardwalk, rolling violently to break his fall. Sure, Marvelous was in pain, but the alternative was being filled with lead. “Can’t we talk about this for just ONE moment!?” he cried as he ran from the inn.

Stepping to the window and, not just leaping from the window but landing on the awning of the adjacent bar, Miss Fortune began to pursue the wanted man. Her lips pulled into the brightest of grins, her impressive pace not just something exclusive to the fields of justice. “Sorry darling, your bounty is just too sweet!” She cried back, leaping to the next awning. To be fair, Marvelous was extremely impressed she could not only keep pace in heels but launch herself from awning to awning like Elise.

Even with her impressive pace, Sarah couldn’t get a clear shot on him nor could she leap on him. He just seemed to be too far ahead. She sneered a bit, pulling one of her guns and aiming as she ran. Except instead of aiming for the Captain, she aimed at one of the planks in front of him. The bullet sailed from the chamber, whistling through the air as it hit the board. “Nice try!” Marvelous cried up at her. His tone quickly changed, however, when his foot became lodged in that massive hole. He sank, grinding to a halt as Captain tried to free his foot.

Miss Fortune was not a heavy gal, not by a long shot. Still, an entire human being dropping onto your back from one story up was still going to send you to the ground. This is exactly what happened to Marvelous, his face slamming against the old briny wood. He seethed, Sarah grabbing his hands and pressing them against his back. “Mmm. I myself do think it was quite the nice try, darling.” She laughed, beginning to tie his hands together.

“Sarah, damn it, you have the wrong person!” he cried, wriggling under her as his hands were tied and his foot remained lodged in the walkway.

“Poor baby. Am I being too rough?” She asked mockingly, pressing her chest to his back. This normally sweet gesture transformed into a predatory stance, as Sarah simply enjoyed the conquest of her prey.

Marvelous squirmed against her, still unable to move much. “This is about the books isn’t it?” he grunted, Sarah finally getting off of him only to place a heel on his back. It was not the most comfortable of situations.

Miss Fortune looked at her fingernails, admiring her handiwork in both personal beauty and bounty hunter work. “I’ll admit, dumpling, I’m one of your more harsh critics. Then again, ‘Miss Whoretune’ isn’t a very nice thing to say about a lady.” She glared.

“If you two are about DONE here?”

Marvelous and Fortune turned their heads, peering down the alleyway they had stopped in front of. Slowly emerging from the alley’s shadows, Dirk stepped forward, cloak masking his features so as to conceal his standing as a member of the institute. “Release him, Sarah, I need both of you for what’s to come.”

“Sorry sugar, but on who’s authority am I letting him go?” She asked, grinding her heel a bit into his back. It was then that Dirk raised his hand, flashing the gleaming ring that designated him a member of the institute. All at once, Sarah’s gleeful dominance was replaced with sullen disappointment.

“...Damn it.” She huffed angrily. Sarah knelt down, roughly untying the Captain’s hands as she stepped to his side, watching her bounty stand and yank his leg from the hole in the boardwalk.

“Well thanks buddy. Still, kinda curious why you are having me let go.” Captain asked, rubbed the area on his back where Sarah had dug her heel into him. She grinned at this, a tad malicious even for her standards.

“Because I need you two for what is to come. Now are you going to bicker or will you aid me in this?” Dirk said, trying his best to assert his standing. It was kind of nice to be able to do so, even if it was just for one mission.

Sarah and Captain exchanged mutual glares, neither trusting the other. Fortune’s dainty fingers fell to her pistols and Captain’s hands grasped both scimitar handle and flintlock pistol. Despite the situation, their response was unanimous.

“For now.”


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Heart to Hart

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07-05-2013

Yay new chapter!


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Amish Hacker

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07-05-2013

moar plz


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Genow

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07-05-2013

>sentient barn


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CaptainMĂ„rvelous

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07-05-2013

These will probably get longer, as both I and Morgageddon pretty much finished the "intro" posts.