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So - "Wingsville," is it? Just waiting on the final word? I've got to tell you, I'm impressed with the effort you put into the icons and all, but I can't say now is the best time to be taking me from Planet Earth. I mean, sure, a fifteen minute intermission is appreciated for the audience to stretch their legs, but we're heading into the climax now and I'd rather not miss it.

[Molly, honey, you don't really want to go to that Aztec temple, and we both know it. You know it's gonna be bad out there.]

Stop trying to convince me. Whether I want to go or not, I need to do it, and I don't care about those 'foreshadows' you keep trying not to tell me about.

...and the fact that Harry is going to be there really doesn't make a difference. He's just going to want to get back home to save his kid - and that's exactly what we're gonna do. So you can quit making icons now.

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Never thought I'd say it, but she's got the right idea, Molly.

You're gonna wanna sit this one out.

Trust me.

I don't think we'll be taking a car there, boss. There won't be any sidelines for me to sit on.

[You need her, she's going.]

No, no car, but that's not what's important, I mean, I think we took...well, from your perspective will be I guess, would have will be?

Christ. They need better tenses for this stuff. [he shakes his head]

Anyway. Point is, you're not going back and that's good, that's damn good.

[Slightly awkward silence. What to tell her? What does she know at this point? Sorting this out with the Molly he knows in Facility is...complicated at best, jesus.]

Um.

Maggie's fine, if you're curious about. How that turns out, anyway.

[He clears his throat]

Oh. [Okay, that startles her.] That's good. I mean - that's really good. So you're from-- after all that?

[Because, you see, she thought you'd be dead, after all that. She just helped you make certain of it.]

Yes. Well, sort of yes. I'm from quite a bit after, but things got weird after.

Like, weird even by my standards. [He laughs]

So weird that if I tried to explain it to you I know exactly what kind of face you'd make. [Because he saw it, when he explained it to you when you showed up]

But Maggie was alright. That's what matters.

[Okay, rapidly processing and - yeah, curiosity wins.]

How weird is weird, boss?

Weird is... I get shot, right? Back home. After... [he waves his hand] everything, and then...

And then I was on the floor of some place I didn't recognize, there was somebody sealing me up with some kind of healing magic I'd never seen before, and she pulled me up to my feet and told me I'd been kidnapped by space scientists.

[Harry shrugs]

And trust me, it just gets worse from there. But that's the gist of it.

[...so he did get shot.]

[...oh, she probably should be acting surprised. Well, fortunately there was enough there that she could clue into that's weird.]

Wow, Harry, you're right that's - wow.

[...and let's distract him with a question!]

Space scientists? How does it get worse than being shot and picked up by space scientists?

[ALL THOSE ALIEN MOVIES END BADLY.]

"Wingsville"? Nice. Personally I'm already passed the final word, but the mun's taking her sweet time getting me thrown into the mess of things.

...

She giving you a wing color to match that wild hair?

[Sorry it's the first thing he sees, okay? At least it's the first over other places he'd stare. :|a]

[Well, hello there, handsome.

Molly tucks a multi-colored strand of hair behind one ear and shifts her posture to stand a bit more appealingly. Source of information and hot? Let's dazzle him with... science.]

I hear it's going to match one of my other dye jobs. [And a quick looking-over.] Eager to get in the thick of things?

[YOUR WOMANLY WILES WILL NOT WORK ON ME

I'M A SPECIALIST!! ~~sorta~~

He itches his forehead, unsure if he has a proper answer to the question.]

Is 'yes and no' a decent reply? Sure, I know aggravating shit'll happen because it's just a part of my luck, but on the other side. Free everything.

[And a 'Live Again' Ticket, one per person.]

And your very own set of wings?

[Probing, because he mentioned hers.]

Hit the nail right on the head. Nice olive green color for me; on the downside, tiny wings, but on the bright side, they're not rainbow. Do you know how difficult it'd be, a sniper with blinding colorful wings? Yeesh.

[It doesn't really matter when you can outright disappear.

No. Bad Molly. Don't say what's on your mind and reveal your powers to the random ~~cute~~ stranger, even in this 'safe place.'

But he might be perceptive enough to catch the look of mischief on her face.]

[And now she just looks like she's trying to hide being impressed.]

It sounds like you'd have to do a lot of hiding. Or maybe wear something over them? I don't know. Are you planning on doing a lot of sniping there?

Well... S'far as I know? There's still a need for fighting, in Wingsville. If the drafts are anything to say about it. While I wasn't seeing eye-to-eye with my job back home, I wouldn't mind fighting if it comes to it.

Well... that's always good to know.

[Looking a little nervous, now. Her mun hasn't mentioned anything about drafts. And here's the perfect opportunity to lay it on thick, but... she's seeing that there isn't that much need for that just yet.]

So - what's your name, anyway?

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Wings. [ a rough, gravelled grumble. ] Ain't natural.

[ sorta like your hair, miss. ]

[Well, hello yourself.]

I guess that depends on who you're talking to.

[The Little People tend to have them, after all.]

I suppose, ma'am, that I'm talking with you.

[ clipped; slightly awkward. ]

[She responds to that by giving him a warm smile.]

They're not natural for me either. I can't say I'm looking forward to it. I prefer to make my own choices about what goes on with my body.

[She tucks a multi-colored strand of hair behind an ear.]

You chose those colours, ma'am?

[ unnatural? yes. but he is a bit...entranced. ]

"Ma'am" make me feel like you're talking to my mother.

[And Charity is a very impressive woman in all ways, but trust me in that she would not be all about the flirting here.]

You can call me Molly. And yes, I did.

[Her tone implies a flirty 'do you like them?' but the important part to her is that she does, and she does, so she doesn't ask.]

...I like the green, ma'a--milady. [ he drops his eyes and stares at his hands. ] Molly.

[ a comfortable name. a name that reminded him of taverns and cheapside. his shoulders relaxed but a little. ]