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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[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?"

[fleurdesel]

Ask them that. I've long since given up on trying to understand the hows and whys of this place.

[quicktoanger]

"And my mun wants to stick me there? What kind of sadistic pricks are these guys, anyway?"

[fleurdesel]

Sadistic pricks that collect fictional characters of all sorts. We've Pirates, magicians, vampires, werewolves, ninja turtles, British Spies and Navy men, Jedi, and talking animals.

[Again, she shrugs.]

The common theory is they are trying to escape. That they are just as stuck as we are.

[quicktoanger]

"... Jedi? Seriously?"

[fleurdesel]

Your mun also put Obi-Wan Kenobi into this game. So. Yes, seriously.

[quicktoanger]

"... Wait. My own mun, and he didn't grab Yoda?

That's it. I quit. I'm done. I'm DONE."

[fleurdesel]

With how he speaks? Can you imagine having to write that out for every single conversation? I'd go mad thinking about it.

[quicktoanger]

"So he's lazy and he has bad taste? Not really helping."

[fleurdesel]

You realize you're talking about the person who will be in control of what you do, say, and think once you are in the game, correct? He could put you in a tutu and make you waltz through the village if he could justify it. Tread. Carefully.

[quicktoanger]

"I'd like to see him try."

[fleurdesel]

...and now it is going to happen. [She sighs and rubs her face with a hand.]

Just keep me free of the fallout, yes? I want nothing to do with wizards dancing in tutus.

[quicktoanger]

"Oh, come on, I have a great figure for it."

[fleurdesel]

You do have that emaciated heroin addict physique most female dancers are required to possess.

...why do I always end up talking to smart-asses? Why?

[quicktoanger]

"I'm a bit on the tall side, though. I may have to stick to tap."

[fleurdesel]

Self depreciating smart-asses. Just one sane man. One. That's all I ask.

...

Then it's nothing I need to worry about. Tap is not in my list of skills.

[quicktoanger]

"You saying ballet is?"

[fleurdesel]

Yes, it is.

[quicktoanger]

Well, I have to hand it to her. I genuinely wasn't expecting that.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, my mun chuckled. Asshole.

"Oh. Um..."

Go ahead, Harry. Come up with something witty. Or just punch that smug fucking mun in the face.

[fleurdesel]

Your eloquence is astounding. Shall I assume you intended to offer a witty rejoinder? Some form of verbal repartee? A quip, perhaps?

[quicktoanger]

Dammit. I hate when somebody else is a better smartass than me.

"You caught me on an off-day, sorry. You'll have to settle for a weak deflection."

[fleurdesel]

Typical American. When things speed up, you spin out.

[quicktoanger]

"Typical French. When all else fails, make fun of America."