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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[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."

[fleurdesel]

It's not fault of mine you make it so easy.

[quicktoanger]

"Not as easy as you guys made it in World War Two."

[fleurdesel]

Now that is low, and you know it. I grew up on that beach.

[quicktoanger]

"Now you know how I've felt for the past decade."

[fleurdesel]

Constantly surrounded by ghosts? What a macabre man you are.

[quicktoanger]

"... You have no idea how right you are on both counts, but I actually meant the constant inundation with cheap shots at my country."

[fleurdesel]

They are obligatory comments on my part as a Frenchwoman. Any loathing I have for Americans is directed at specific individuals. As a whole? Not terrible. Just terribly easy to poke fun at.

[quicktoanger]

"You can have my cheeseburgers and my baseball when you pry them from my cold, dead, greasy, overweight fingers."

[fleurdesel]

[Now that, of all things, startles a proper laugh out of Adele. She covers her mouth with a hand to muffle it, eyes crinkling at the corners. She can't even respond to that right now.]

[quicktoanger]

Oh yeah, Dresden. You've still got it.

[fleurdesel]

That was- [She clears her throat and tries to regain her previous smug demeanor. She fails.]

Unexpectedly candid.