Harry Dresden- Reserved at luceti

[quicktoanger]

(ooc: Canon is The Dresden Files, canon point is during "Changes" shortly before that scene. With Mab. You know the one, and if you don't, I'm not gonna spoil it for you.)

So what you're saying is, I'm a fictional character, and you're going to shamelessly steal me and put me in an online role-playing game. You're taking me right when I'm in the middle of trying to save somebody's life. And you're not even going to tell me anything about the game?

Oh, everybody else gets to know the game, mind you. Just not me.

... Gandalf never had to put up with this crap.

Also, that guy you're considering as a PB? Looks nothing like me. Seriously, I'm almost offended.

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[emptynight]

Since when has not knowing what you're getting into ever stopped you?

Preparing to break out the first-person prose.

[quicktoanger]

Yeah, but since when has putting up with something ever stopped me from complaining about it?

:D Yay!

[emptynight]

I figure a broken jaw might, at some point. But then you'd probably use sign language to piss them off.

Besides, you're not Gandalf. Lea is Gandalf.

Aww, too early in canon to get the joke. Have wing hijinks instead!

[quicktoanger]

"Lea? Lea is either Galadriel or Shelob, and I have no idea which."

Right around the time I worked out that I was missing something, my back started to itch.

And then burn. And then just hurt. I reached back to touch the spot on my shoulders where I felt the pain, instinctively trying to soothe it.

There were feathers. They appeared to be attached to wings.

Oh, hell's bells.

"... Apparently this Mun of mine has a sense of humor. Or thinks he does, anyway."

Too bad. Oh well, Thomas is used to Harry not getting the funny.

[emptynight]

[Thomas stares.]

So... you pissed off Molly.

Poor Harry. He's such a butt-monkey.

[quicktoanger]

"Okay, just to clarify, is this by way of an explanation, or a change of subject?"

I had to, I'm sorry.

[fleurdesel]

What, exactly, do you look like then?

You're terrible.

[quicktoanger]

"I don't know, just not that guy. For starters, he doesn't look gaunt and ill-kempt enough."

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

[fleurdesel]

You could always attempt to find an alternative rather than complain about what you had. I started with drawn images, rather than an actual face. Be glad for what you have.

You're the one who keeps taggin' my stuff. <3

[quicktoanger]

"How am I supposed to do that? I can't come within typing distance of anything internet-compatible without wiping the damn hard drive."

is it my fault you're awesome?

[fleurdesel]

...I will admit to being unfamiliar from the works of fiction from whence you've come. So. Why is it you wipe hard drives? Are you made of magnets?

No, it's your fault you think so when I'm clearly not. :D

[quicktoanger]

"Ah. Right. Magic and technology don't mix, pretty much at all. Powerful wizards tend to cause technology to break down around them, and I've never in my life met anybody with an entropy field as awful as mine."

Bah, says I.

[fleurdesel]

Then politely request that your mun, or someone else, find one for you. Being an ass is not going to earn you any favors.

[quicktoanger]

"I'm only being an ass to him because he's the one dicking me around like this in the first place"

The fact that I'm typically an ass to anybody who isn't obviously in distress isn't relevant to this discussion, dammit.

[fleurdesel]

You're not the only one being 'dicked around' here. Still, if you've questions about the game: Ask. I will tell you what I know.

[quicktoanger]

"Oh, you should see the look on that smug prick mun's face. You just ruined his sadistic little scheme."

Alright, there was clearly one question that would not stand any longer.

"What's the deal with the wings?"

[fleurdesel]

...I could remain silent on the matter. I most likely should, considering how much grief he and mine have planned. But. I said I would answer, and I shall. There's not much they can do to a dead woman anyway. [She shrugs and quirks a brow, snorting.]

Ah, the wings. They are...vestigial, and arbitrary save for their connection to your health. Lose one? You are gravely ill. Lose two? You die. They cause a great deal of pain with very little punishment involved. From what else I've come to understand they translate language, spoken, written, etc. For example, the entire time we've been speaking, I've been using French.

[quicktoanger]

I was reminded, vaguely, of a show Billy and the Alphas used to watch. Doctor Who. There was a time-travelling phone booth that made people understand everything.

It was silly then, it was silly now. Wings? Honestly?

"Okay, why do we have them?"

[fleurdesel]

An organization surgically grafted them to us upon our arrival. They are so there is no chaos or discord due to our inability to understand one another, at least that is my theory.

[quicktoanger]

"If they can make wings translate stuff for us, couldn't they make us translate stuff without the wings?"

[notevendarkyet]

I wouldn't place bets on what Gandalf had to put up with. I think he actually is in a game she *thumb over her shoulder* has heard about.

SO I MEANT TO RESPOND TO THIS AND GOT SIDETRACKED. Clearly I am the failest.

[quicktoanger]

"Gandalf, too? Hell's bells, doesn't anybody respect us anymore? Used to be wizards were feared, y'know? Revered. Wise, powerful, mysterious. Dignified."

Also Considering!

[raglady]

But Samwise had to put up with all kinds of crap.

Considering for Luceti, or considering in general?

[quicktoanger]

"According to the jackass, here-" I jerked my head to indicate the jackass in question- "- that apparently is a funny thing that I don't get because I'm too early. Thomas made a similar comment. Have I mentioned I'm not real keen on being kept out of the loop?"

Luceti!

[raglady]

...

"You'd think you'd be used to it by now, boss."

And you'll have to be more used to it, if we end up in the same place.