Hidden Agendas: A Collaborative Fiction

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ManicPhilosopher

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09-29-2013

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Originally Posted by Cliff Walrus View Post
Umm yes? Really not sure how you missed it with the
#FreeOurCaptain
and his goodbye post

I can't speak for him but its unlikely the Cap will continue this story; for more details read this thread and http://forums.na.leagueoflegends.com....php?t=3787304
Thanks for the link. I've been wondering for months if we'd see a "Regarding Captain Marvelous" thread.


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Jerkface Killa 2

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10-03-2013

ok well i just read this till 4 in the morning only to find out that it isnt finshed :/ ugh ...awesome work guys..give me hope for fan fic..


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DEagleEye

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10-16-2013

You guys sure are completing this story *sarcasm*


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Riot Morgageddon

Player Support Tech Specialist

10-28-2013
22 of 22 Riot Posts

Morgageddon pops back in.

Marv finally had his life clear up a bit, here's his next chapter:

On the balcony, Marvelous sat alone. Letting his legs dangle off the side and slowly swing in the breeze miles above the ground he simply sat alone, watching the clouds dance through the sky. The pain in his neck was still extremely present, fingers dragging over his neck slightly. As he pulled the fingers away he found stains of blood upon said fingers, causing him to grimace in disgust but otherwise remain silent.

“Let me see that,” somebody spoke behind him. Marvelous turned to see Sarah, moving to sit next to him with a small bag of supplies from their brief time camping. Miss Fortune placed two fingers under his chin, lifting it as her other hand began to scour through the supplies to find disinfectant and bandages. “It’s not too bad to be honest. It’ll hurt like hell but otherwise you’re going to be fine, Marv.”

As Sarah pulled out a small bit of cotton and a tiny container of Zaun anti-biotic (Which would likely get him more injured than prevent sickness), and began to dab along the cut. She could see the Captain seething as the antibiotic left a stinging sensation all along the cut but, otherwise, he remained still. “This is probably going to leave a scar on your neck,” Sarah mentioned, frowning to herself as she slowly began to place a bandage over the cut. It made Marvelous look similar to Singed in having his entire neck wrapped but otherwise, it was clean medical work.

Finally he spoke up. “I don’t suppose you have scars too or you’ve simply dealt with wounds that would scar? You seem to know a lot about injuries,” He muttered.

Sarah frowned softly, grasping the bottom of her blouse and lifted. At first, Marvelous thought she was trying something to change the subject. This thought was stopped once he saw what she meant to display: A long, thin gash just under her breast that reached across her side. Curiosity took hold as Marvelous reached over to touch it before recoiling. It was, after all, very close to a personal area. “Sorry.”

Sarah shook her head, lowering her blouse. This time she hooked a hand on the rim of her pants, pulling down ever so slightly to reveal another scar: A small but noticeable “dot” on her pelvis, most likely a bullet wound. “Don’t worry about it, Cap. Any pin-ups I’ve done use so much magic to remove these little...imperfections...that most don’t know they exist. It’s natural curiosity to want to touch.”

Marvelous smiled before turning away, rubbing at the bandage. “Thank you for saving me. It means a lot, especially since we were sort of in that argument.”

Sarah turned to him, smiling back as she reached over. Her hand was placed atop his, fingers sliding under his palm. She squeezed, fingers agile but callous from years of gunplay and ship labor. He squeezed back, turning to her and smiling softly.

“It meant more to me for standing up for me after my...moment.” Sarah spoke with a twinge of regret. The unprofessional “freak-out”, for lack of a better phrase, was pretty unbecoming. More so, it brought about unpleasant memories of what had catapulted her from average young woman into pirate-hunting markswoman. “Seeing his eyes? The red. It made me, well, panic. I know he likely didn’t do it, he’s too young, but it still made me want to turn him into a bullet sponge,” Sarah admitted.

“Well, I kind of realized why it hurt so much for me to talk down to you like that. In a way, I saw myself when that guy was talking so much garbage of you.” Marvelous turned away. Sarah’s eyebrow rose, moving her hand off of his. “I guess this is my way of saying I’m sorry?” he spoke, questioning his own intention as Sarah watched him.

Slowly, Marvelous turned. “If you’re still mad, I don’t blame you. You have a right to be. Sticking up for you was the right thing to do but I doubt it makes up for what I said before,” he added, looking away from her. Instead, Marvelous flinched. Sarah’s weight was placed upon him as she wrapped an arm around him, pulling herself into a half-hug. He turned, surprised as he watched her just press against him. It wasn’t the slightest bit risqué either! It was a pure, unconditional embrace of gratitude.

“I still think what you did was incredibly stupid and the way you treat a fair bit of champions at the Institute, myself included, is shallow and exemplifies us in a bad light…but that was a good start towards making things better,” She said, pulling away before nodding to him. “Maybe deep down, there’s more to this author than profiting on other’s stories?” Sarah smirked a bit.

Marvelous looked away as he coughed slightly. So much for a complete reconciliation but, as Sarah said, it was a start.

Captain stood up, rolling his shoulders to fix his jacket. “C’mon. We should go find Dirk. Viktor should have almost finished getting a hang of the ship’s controls.” Offering a hand, Marvelous pulled Sarah upwards, the two walking back towards the depths of the hanger as they went to find Dirk.



Dirk was alone on a balcony, leaning over the railing after finally getting Maokai to leave him be. To say that his head was pounding was an understatement; it felt more akin to Nautilus bashing his skull with the heaviest part of his anchor over and over. The throbbing in his head was made only worse by the irritation of his shoulder, the two working in tandem to make Dirk feel as terrible as possible.

Dirk was so out of it that he didn’t notice M approach until he was already right next to him, a small brown cylinder in his mouth. “Cigar? Janna doesn’t approve of me smoking in her home,” He asked, offering Dirk a little cylinder from the pocket of his coat.

Dirk just glared, putting off an aura that would make the average person keep this distance.
“Eh, suite yourself.” M said even as Dirk continued to glare. Dirk wasn't quite sure what M did, but something made the blade burst into flames.

M tapped the tip of the cigar to the flame before shaking the sword. The flames died as M breathed deeply of his smoke. “Like it? It’s a blade made from a phoenix feather. All magical and such.” M tried to establish conversation but Dirk, unfortunately, seemed far too distracted with the agony of his wounds.

At this M grumbled, arms crossed as he stuck the sword back on his belt loop. “Very well, Dirk. Viktor told me that you have a “tragic story”. Question is, what exactly happened to you? Considering you’re not gonna talk to me, I think I’ll play detective.” For a long time M stared at Dirk, the Summoner’s head hung low as he fought back both anger and the urge to vomit. That idiotic cigar was only serving to increase the feeling of sickness deep within his body and the crimson eyes boring a hole into his back didn't make it any easier.

M nodded to himself after what seemed like an eternity. “Right, here’s what I guess: You’re too young to have anything to do with the rune wars. You don’t seem to bear any state insignia or marking, so this isn’t a matter of that. You don’t look Ionian nor Demacian. Maybe Noxian but that’d be a stretch. You’re something else. Hm. . . . Shurima nomad?” Silence. “Bilgewater orphan?” Again, silence. “Piltover? Zaun?” Once more, Silence.

Peering deeper at Dirk, M finally spoke that magic word: “Kalamandra?” Both fed up with his incessant questioning and aggravated beyond belief that M was prying into his life, that trigger word caused Dirk to furiously grab at M’s shirt, grabbing a handful of the cloth on his chest menacingly. M only smirked, nodding as Dirk finally looked up, regarding him with nothing but animosity.

“There it is. There’s that scar you don’t like people knowing,” M said, casually tossing his half-spent cigar over the edge of the balcony. Lightly he took Dirk’s hands, removing them from his shirt (Which Dirk reluctantly allowed) as he leaned on the edge. “I don’t need to know your whole life story, I just needed to see where you came from. I got what I need so we’re done here, if you so choose. You all should probably get moving anyway, no telling how soon until someone figures out where you went.”

With that, Dirk turned to the door of the balcony. As he grasped the handle, however, he turned to look at M. “Your name is M, right?” Dirk questioned. To this M nodded, arms crossed as he raised an eyebrow. For a short time the two men locked eyes, Dirk trying to figure out the right way to phrase this while M just waited to find out what Dirk had to say. It was difficult but Dirk finally figured out just what to say.

“You’re a dick.”

And with that, Dirk opened the door and closed it right on the dot. M could only chuckle to himself, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t say he’s wrong. Wouldn’t say he’s wrong at all . . .”



In the hanger, Dirk found his motley crew pretty much ready to go . . . sort of. Maokai stood on the “bridge” that let people walk up to the deck of the airship, even as Marvelous and Sarah were trying to push him along against his will.

“I shall go at my own pace, humans!” Maokai angrily shouted, this predicament a near-copy of the situation in trying to get the treant into the elevator. “You think it's easy to board a metal coffin that will throw me into the sky!? You disgust me with this abomination you call technology!”

In a much more peaceful display, Janna and Viktor were going over the final preparations of piloting her airship with Viktor rather quickly grasping the finer mechanics of using such a vehicle.

“Hey Dirk, we’re almost ready but a certain TREANT is making this VERY difficult for us!” Sarah said, the combined shoving of both Marvelous and herself moving Maokai only inches at a time. Dirk, not in any mood to watch this spectacle, simply moved up the ramp and onto the ship. The trio of Maokai, Marvelous, and Miss Fortune watched him march up the ramp, moving right past Janna and Viktor before heading below deck.

To this the entire group shared a look of worry. “Viktor wasn’t kidding. He’s going to hurt himself unless he has some way to de-stress himself,” Captain said, Maokai inching a little closer to the deck as the two stopped pressing on his bark. “We didn’t happen to have painkillers or any remedies to reduce the pain, did we?” Sarah shook her head at Marv's question, causing both of them to cross their arms and stew on the situation.

Janna nodded to Viktor, lifting herself off the deck and slowly floating herself to the hanger floor. “If at all possible, I’d like to have my ship back in the condition I gave it to you in. Though my better judgment is telling me I’d be lucky to get my ship back at all,” Janna shook her head, sighing to herself. These airships were pretty expensive to produce, but nearly as painful to lose as her friendships.

Viktor nodded, waving to Janna as moved to the side of the ship. “Do not worry. I will take as many precautions and avoid as many risks as I can. It is not much but it will be the best I can do for you.”

Finally the combined shoving of Sarah and Captain carted Maokai onto the deck...who made his way over to the closest, centermost section of the deck he could and planted himself onto the floor, making sure he couldn’t see over the side.

“Well with our group mascot on the boat, I believe we’re ready to ship out?” Marvelous questioned, looking around and seeing Sarah already removing the ramp from the side while Viktor moved into the pilot’s cabin. The ship’s engines began to roar to life as energy flooded the many wires and pipes connecting the various turbines and sails.

Janna watched from the side as they began to leave. Politely, she waved to the departing group. “Sorry again for all the trouble we caused you, Marvelous. Well, all the trouble M caused! For what it is worth, I found some of your books entertaining!” Janna yelled, voice barely clear over the roar of engines.

Marvelous waved back, Sarah joining in as the gripped the side of the ship.

“We’re sorry for the trouble as well! Sorta, that is! I’ll see you on the fields, Janna!” Sarah yelled back, the ship slowly hovering in the hanger before lethargically backing itself out. Janna watched as that ship emerged from the hanger gate, hovering in the land above the clouds before turning its back to her, sailing outward and onward.


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Jerkface Killa 2

Senior Member

10-28-2013

still need moar....good job tho guys glad to see a new chapter..got kinda worried lol


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ScarabAPA

Junior Member

10-29-2013

I just got put onto these posts via solomid. I should be studying or something, but I ended up reading the whole thing today and loved it. I hope you continue these even with Cap's difficulties. Keep them coming! Thanks.


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Frayace

Senior Member

11-06-2013

I liked it; however, I think you may have left a sentence out or something.

"Dirk was so out of it that he didn’t notice M approach until he was already right next to him, a small brown cylinder in his mouth. “Cigar? Janna doesn’t approve of me smoking in her home,” He asked, offering Dirk a little cylinder from the pocket of his coat.

Dirk just glared, putting off an aura that would make the average person keep this distance.
“Eh, suite yourself.” M said even as Dirk continued to glare. Dirk wasn't quite sure what M did, but something made the blade burst into flames.

M tapped the tip of the cigar to the flame before shaking the sword. The flames died as M breathed deeply of his smoke. “Like it? It’s a blade made from a phoenix feather. All magical and such.” M tried to establish conversation but Dirk, unfortunately, seemed far too distracted with the agony of his wounds.
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there was no mention of the blade before the bolded point, so I was confused and had to reread it a couple times before moving on and seeing him mention the blade afterwards. I felt like their should have been a sentence before then about M taking out a small blade or something, so we can understand what is going on as we read it.


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Lexperiments

Senior Member

11-07-2013

ehehehehe FINALLY! Glad he's back, or at least able to be channeled through Morg's spirit.


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BeastOG

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12-05-2013

3rd page of fan fic forums and no update is unacceptable.


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Averforge

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01-28-2014

from the looks of it i guess this story is done? disappoint...