Post by Magnamon on Jun 15, 2012 17:47:21 GMT -5
A/N: this is really just the chapters that I've done... I'm not sure if I want to continue it... gimme all teh thoughts... oh right and it's Original Fiction
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Grimm Incorporated Prologue
Time: November 15, 2012. 7:28 PM. Operative: Alistair Cornelius Grimm aka the Man in Black Location: Wilmington, Delaware.
Things are not well. I am not speaking of the current state of the world: war, poverty, disease, etc. No, that has always existed. It is just more publicized now. That is, more people care nowadays. That is not to say people did not care before. There are always benevolent souls in the world. One such benevolent soul is Jacob Keenan, an Immortal. I too am an Immortal and one of the oldest at that. Jacob is a young one, barely a century old. He is still a wide-eyed idealist like many of those before him. He believes that our immense power and influence- we DO rule the world from behind the curtain after all- can bring peace. While we could do much to prevent war, poverty, and disease, we would make ourselves known to the world. While we are immune to most things: disease, poison, age, bombs, among other things, we are not immune to an individual person. We can be hit with a nuclear bomb and survive, but a man with a knife will kill us if he gets a lethal blow in. Most Immortals, myself included, become extremely-skilled fighters to help defend against a mortal with a knife. It MUST be a blade however. Gunpowder does nothing to us. Still, it IS a little annoying. A mere man with a knife can fell one of the mightiest beings in the world and take away everything that he has: assets, influence, Immortality, it all is given to the man who takes an Immortal's life. This is done to preserve balance. There must be twenty of us at all times. Why? I was not there when Immortality was first discovered. I came many millenia after that. Still, Jacob is naive, like many before him including myself. I sympathize with the man, but his idea would most assuredly cause the death of all Immortals that came after him. We are to be like shadows. If we reach out our hands to help a few people, the curtain is raised. We cannot allow that. Of course, I have not said this to him or the other Immortals. For some reason, my vote sways several. This meeting is mostly to curry my favor. I will not vote either way until the others have decided where they fall. William Jordan Adams has made his opinions public, condemning such action. The man is a gifted orator, serving in politics before being drafted into the military and killing an Immortal Native American chief. He was the oldest up to that point. Now, I am. Despite all of this, I am excited for the future. I have opened a private mercenary company called Grimm Incorporated. A bit conceited, I must confess, but my friend and business partner, Julius Bloodrage liked it. He is an Immortal as well. I have not seen him in several months. He has been busy recruiting the ten mercenaries that will serve as the core of the organization and getting them acclimated to their new home in the Nevada Desert. I like Nevada. The desert is a nice place to hide one's secrets and business interests. I am sitting in my limosuine, enjoying the scenery of Wilmington. I DO enjoy the suggestion to hold our meetings in a new place every month. As much as I enjoy Jerusalem, it CAN get a little dull after a millenium or two. Most things would. I am dressed in a black suit and red tie. My grayed hair is slicked back, and my cane is ever-present at my sides. I am alone. The neighborhood I am in seems used to visitors in limosuines. No one has even looked up. Good, I prefer my privacy. Prying eyes or paparazzi do not suit me, another reason why I would dislike the decision to help people. I am a quiet man who prefers to keep himself out of anyone's eye. The driver stops the car and walks out to open the door for me. I step out and look at the mansion I am to enter. It is certainly beautiful. It is a light blue, normally a very dull color for a house in my opinion, but I like it on this house. There is not much special about it. There is an iron gate with the word "Brewster" on a sign to the right of the house. Ah, Maximilian owns this place. I wonder who is playing the part of his parents THIS time. I honestly don't know why he doesn't just live with Julius and Miyako. The two of them know they can't REALLY have children, much to their chagrin. They would love to play house with Max. I begin walking into the yard, my cane tapping with each step. I walk through the gate and have a look at the yard. Nothing in it: no animals, no trees, just grass, it is very simple. I would live here. I walk along the concrete-paved path and get to the door, white with a gold doorknob. A bit out of place with the rest of the house, but it is not my decision. I tap on the door with my cane three times. The doorknob turns and opens. Maximilian is there. We exchange pleasantries before he leads me to the dining room. He looks like one of those child stars on the red carpet in his black tuxedo with matching bow-tie. His hair is like mine. We look like father and son right now. He turns to me to speak.
"Things are... quiet. They were waiting for you, Alistair.", he says. I nod. Of course they are. They always do. I tell them not to of course. I dislike being the only person whose vote matters. It makes the Immortal Council seem more like a dictatorship. I walk into the dining room and examine my surroundings. The walls are black, a little odd for a dining room, with a crystalline chandelier hanging above. The table is mahogany with a red cloth stretching from one end to another. The chairs are mahogany with red cushioning. Very nice. I see that the Immortals have all rounded up into their cliques. Julius, Miyako, and Jacques de Flor, the Maestro, are all in their little group. I will be joining them of course. The three are very good friends of mine. Very old friends as well. We do not always see eye-to-eye, but we have supported one another for centuries. Jacques and Miyako run their own mercenary organizations, Requiem and Wonderland Industries respectively. Miyako has taken on the codename the Cheshire Cat to match the storybook motif of her organization. I refused to partake of such notions and decided to just name the company after myself. Much simpler and the employees like it. I sit down with my friends and motion for them to begin. Jacob, dressed in a white suit and a red tie, stands up to speak. He has bright blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks like a celebrity. Then again: he WAS in his twenties when he became Immortal, and we stay the age we were at physically forever. Poor Max is an example of that. Jacob clears his throat to speak.
"Good evening, my fellow Immortals. You all know my name; so I will skip the rest of the introductions. Now then, I am bringing to you an idea that you all have probably heard before: help the common man. Think about the possibilities of such an idea! We would be revered the world over. The increased influence would basically cement our position in the world forever. Not only that, but we would be HELPING people instead of only increasing our own fortunes. We have enough! Between the twenty of us, there is enough to end all war, end all poverty, and cure all disease in time! We must! We rule these people! They are our subjects, and we should take care of them as the rulers we are!"
Many clap for him, including myself. Actually, we all clap out of respect. It's only proper. He is a very capable speech-giver. William is a formidable opponent on this stage however. I motion for William to begin his speech. He rises and fixes the purple rose in his suit pocket. It contrasts well with the stark white of the rest of his suit and the bright red hair on his head. He rubs his eyes a bit before speaking.
"That was an inspiring speech from my friend Jacob Keenan. However, I must disagree with his notion. If we do this, they will no who we are. As you all know, the only way to kill an Immortal is at the tip of a blade. If we are revealed to the general masses, how do we know they won't turn on us and attempt to take the Immortality for themselves? Killing one Immortal is a tragedy, as you all know. However, killing all of us... it would be disastrous. The new Immortals would have no one to guide them, no one to show them how to BE Immortals. It IS a tragedy what happens to those poor, poor people, but what of the world as a whole? You will be condemning the world to help a few people raise their stock in life. Is it worth it to you, Jacob? Is it worth it to you, my fellow Immortals? Is the lives of the few really worth the lives of the many? Jacob, my boy, if you can figure out a way to do this without our deaths, I would love to hear it. If we give the governments money to do this, they'll just buy guns to shoot each other with, the animals. We would have to do it directly, and I can't see that ending well for us. If someone is loved, they are hated. We cannot allow ourselves to be on either end of the spectrum. So, I ask you, is it worth not just our lives and the lives of countless others to save a few people from poverty and disease? Answer that question for yourselves and vote!"
Clapping follows as it always does. I must say, William put on quite the performance with that speech. He is very talented and charismatic, but that was the best speech I have honestly ever heard him give. It seems the vote will be in his favor in this. I, of course, will be the last vote. I cannot allow my vote to change the votes of others. It feels like I am cheating the system which is not fair to either party. I tap my cane on the table to draw everyone's attention. It is time.
"Well, gentlemen, those were excellent speeches. Now, we must vote. As cliche as it sounds, all in favor of Jacob's proposal, raise your hand. I was getting tired of all the shouting over people when we had to vocalize everything."
Ten hands come up. My own stays down. Jacob rises from the table and puts on a black fedora. He tips to everyone before beginning to walk out.
"Well, gentlmen, as much as I'd love to see a deadlock, I am not going to impose my will on everyone. If there isn't going to be a unanimous decision, I withdraw my proposal. Good day."
I nod as a way of telling everyone the meeting is adjourned. We all rise and begin walking out. I catch up to Jacob fairly quickly. After all, the cane I carry is purely cosmetic. Well, that and it carries a blade on the inside of it at all times. I do not let the cane touch the ground. I get to Jacob as he approaches the door. I place my hand on his shoulder.
"Jacob, don't let this deter you. We've all had our proposals fail when brought up in a meeting. Keep trying. They'll come around." He does not say a word and simply walks out. I stand there for a moment, letting my fellow Immortals pass me by. Then, Julius grabs me back into reality, and we walk away together, discussing the plans for our little business venture.
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Grimm Incorporated Prologue
Time: November 15, 2012. 7:28 PM. Operative: Alistair Cornelius Grimm aka the Man in Black Location: Wilmington, Delaware.
Things are not well. I am not speaking of the current state of the world: war, poverty, disease, etc. No, that has always existed. It is just more publicized now. That is, more people care nowadays. That is not to say people did not care before. There are always benevolent souls in the world. One such benevolent soul is Jacob Keenan, an Immortal. I too am an Immortal and one of the oldest at that. Jacob is a young one, barely a century old. He is still a wide-eyed idealist like many of those before him. He believes that our immense power and influence- we DO rule the world from behind the curtain after all- can bring peace. While we could do much to prevent war, poverty, and disease, we would make ourselves known to the world. While we are immune to most things: disease, poison, age, bombs, among other things, we are not immune to an individual person. We can be hit with a nuclear bomb and survive, but a man with a knife will kill us if he gets a lethal blow in. Most Immortals, myself included, become extremely-skilled fighters to help defend against a mortal with a knife. It MUST be a blade however. Gunpowder does nothing to us. Still, it IS a little annoying. A mere man with a knife can fell one of the mightiest beings in the world and take away everything that he has: assets, influence, Immortality, it all is given to the man who takes an Immortal's life. This is done to preserve balance. There must be twenty of us at all times. Why? I was not there when Immortality was first discovered. I came many millenia after that. Still, Jacob is naive, like many before him including myself. I sympathize with the man, but his idea would most assuredly cause the death of all Immortals that came after him. We are to be like shadows. If we reach out our hands to help a few people, the curtain is raised. We cannot allow that. Of course, I have not said this to him or the other Immortals. For some reason, my vote sways several. This meeting is mostly to curry my favor. I will not vote either way until the others have decided where they fall. William Jordan Adams has made his opinions public, condemning such action. The man is a gifted orator, serving in politics before being drafted into the military and killing an Immortal Native American chief. He was the oldest up to that point. Now, I am. Despite all of this, I am excited for the future. I have opened a private mercenary company called Grimm Incorporated. A bit conceited, I must confess, but my friend and business partner, Julius Bloodrage liked it. He is an Immortal as well. I have not seen him in several months. He has been busy recruiting the ten mercenaries that will serve as the core of the organization and getting them acclimated to their new home in the Nevada Desert. I like Nevada. The desert is a nice place to hide one's secrets and business interests. I am sitting in my limosuine, enjoying the scenery of Wilmington. I DO enjoy the suggestion to hold our meetings in a new place every month. As much as I enjoy Jerusalem, it CAN get a little dull after a millenium or two. Most things would. I am dressed in a black suit and red tie. My grayed hair is slicked back, and my cane is ever-present at my sides. I am alone. The neighborhood I am in seems used to visitors in limosuines. No one has even looked up. Good, I prefer my privacy. Prying eyes or paparazzi do not suit me, another reason why I would dislike the decision to help people. I am a quiet man who prefers to keep himself out of anyone's eye. The driver stops the car and walks out to open the door for me. I step out and look at the mansion I am to enter. It is certainly beautiful. It is a light blue, normally a very dull color for a house in my opinion, but I like it on this house. There is not much special about it. There is an iron gate with the word "Brewster" on a sign to the right of the house. Ah, Maximilian owns this place. I wonder who is playing the part of his parents THIS time. I honestly don't know why he doesn't just live with Julius and Miyako. The two of them know they can't REALLY have children, much to their chagrin. They would love to play house with Max. I begin walking into the yard, my cane tapping with each step. I walk through the gate and have a look at the yard. Nothing in it: no animals, no trees, just grass, it is very simple. I would live here. I walk along the concrete-paved path and get to the door, white with a gold doorknob. A bit out of place with the rest of the house, but it is not my decision. I tap on the door with my cane three times. The doorknob turns and opens. Maximilian is there. We exchange pleasantries before he leads me to the dining room. He looks like one of those child stars on the red carpet in his black tuxedo with matching bow-tie. His hair is like mine. We look like father and son right now. He turns to me to speak.
"Things are... quiet. They were waiting for you, Alistair.", he says. I nod. Of course they are. They always do. I tell them not to of course. I dislike being the only person whose vote matters. It makes the Immortal Council seem more like a dictatorship. I walk into the dining room and examine my surroundings. The walls are black, a little odd for a dining room, with a crystalline chandelier hanging above. The table is mahogany with a red cloth stretching from one end to another. The chairs are mahogany with red cushioning. Very nice. I see that the Immortals have all rounded up into their cliques. Julius, Miyako, and Jacques de Flor, the Maestro, are all in their little group. I will be joining them of course. The three are very good friends of mine. Very old friends as well. We do not always see eye-to-eye, but we have supported one another for centuries. Jacques and Miyako run their own mercenary organizations, Requiem and Wonderland Industries respectively. Miyako has taken on the codename the Cheshire Cat to match the storybook motif of her organization. I refused to partake of such notions and decided to just name the company after myself. Much simpler and the employees like it. I sit down with my friends and motion for them to begin. Jacob, dressed in a white suit and a red tie, stands up to speak. He has bright blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks like a celebrity. Then again: he WAS in his twenties when he became Immortal, and we stay the age we were at physically forever. Poor Max is an example of that. Jacob clears his throat to speak.
"Good evening, my fellow Immortals. You all know my name; so I will skip the rest of the introductions. Now then, I am bringing to you an idea that you all have probably heard before: help the common man. Think about the possibilities of such an idea! We would be revered the world over. The increased influence would basically cement our position in the world forever. Not only that, but we would be HELPING people instead of only increasing our own fortunes. We have enough! Between the twenty of us, there is enough to end all war, end all poverty, and cure all disease in time! We must! We rule these people! They are our subjects, and we should take care of them as the rulers we are!"
Many clap for him, including myself. Actually, we all clap out of respect. It's only proper. He is a very capable speech-giver. William is a formidable opponent on this stage however. I motion for William to begin his speech. He rises and fixes the purple rose in his suit pocket. It contrasts well with the stark white of the rest of his suit and the bright red hair on his head. He rubs his eyes a bit before speaking.
"That was an inspiring speech from my friend Jacob Keenan. However, I must disagree with his notion. If we do this, they will no who we are. As you all know, the only way to kill an Immortal is at the tip of a blade. If we are revealed to the general masses, how do we know they won't turn on us and attempt to take the Immortality for themselves? Killing one Immortal is a tragedy, as you all know. However, killing all of us... it would be disastrous. The new Immortals would have no one to guide them, no one to show them how to BE Immortals. It IS a tragedy what happens to those poor, poor people, but what of the world as a whole? You will be condemning the world to help a few people raise their stock in life. Is it worth it to you, Jacob? Is it worth it to you, my fellow Immortals? Is the lives of the few really worth the lives of the many? Jacob, my boy, if you can figure out a way to do this without our deaths, I would love to hear it. If we give the governments money to do this, they'll just buy guns to shoot each other with, the animals. We would have to do it directly, and I can't see that ending well for us. If someone is loved, they are hated. We cannot allow ourselves to be on either end of the spectrum. So, I ask you, is it worth not just our lives and the lives of countless others to save a few people from poverty and disease? Answer that question for yourselves and vote!"
Clapping follows as it always does. I must say, William put on quite the performance with that speech. He is very talented and charismatic, but that was the best speech I have honestly ever heard him give. It seems the vote will be in his favor in this. I, of course, will be the last vote. I cannot allow my vote to change the votes of others. It feels like I am cheating the system which is not fair to either party. I tap my cane on the table to draw everyone's attention. It is time.
"Well, gentlemen, those were excellent speeches. Now, we must vote. As cliche as it sounds, all in favor of Jacob's proposal, raise your hand. I was getting tired of all the shouting over people when we had to vocalize everything."
Ten hands come up. My own stays down. Jacob rises from the table and puts on a black fedora. He tips to everyone before beginning to walk out.
"Well, gentlmen, as much as I'd love to see a deadlock, I am not going to impose my will on everyone. If there isn't going to be a unanimous decision, I withdraw my proposal. Good day."
I nod as a way of telling everyone the meeting is adjourned. We all rise and begin walking out. I catch up to Jacob fairly quickly. After all, the cane I carry is purely cosmetic. Well, that and it carries a blade on the inside of it at all times. I do not let the cane touch the ground. I get to Jacob as he approaches the door. I place my hand on his shoulder.
"Jacob, don't let this deter you. We've all had our proposals fail when brought up in a meeting. Keep trying. They'll come around." He does not say a word and simply walks out. I stand there for a moment, letting my fellow Immortals pass me by. Then, Julius grabs me back into reality, and we walk away together, discussing the plans for our little business venture.
Awesome Sig by Tal
