quicktoanger | First Casefile: New Feather [Action/Written]

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Well, sure, I was just sitting on the roof. I mean, hey, it was a bit chilly, but I'm used to that. And I wasn't sure where I was, but hell, that's hardly any change.

The fact that I couldn't figure out how to get down was entirely irrelevant. I assure you. So there I sat, on the roof, scribbling in my journal.

The wings, it seems, didn't come off. Damn near fell off the roof figuring that out. They still throbbed.

The journal was an interesting thing, actually. It had my name on it. Apparently it updated to represent the journals other people used? I'd tried to look at it through the Sight. Luckily, the freezing cold was doing wonders staving off that headache.

I looked over the side again. Considered trying to climb. But, well, it was a rather tall building, and there weren't many handholds within reach. No. No, better to find some other method. So I'll just keep writing in that journal.

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Hey. Don't know if there's some sort of etiquette to this... journal thing, or whatever it's called, but I have a question.

Where the hell am I, why do I have wings, and how did I get on top of this building without any clothing?

I don't think I was that drunk last night...

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[It's a relatively minor particularity in the bigger scheme, but Lupin prefers to keep his handwriting hidden. That way, he can leave notes anonymously around town as he pleases. He's done it before, and it was always interesting watching people scramble to figure out who sent the message.

Lupin replies in audio, because. He's Lupin III.]

...Just the usual, no revving up chainsaws at midnight, and spare us your drunken recitals.

[He goes more serious then, calmer, as he searches for the best way to answer a New Feather.]

How well do you know your movies? Because the phrase 'Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore' fits pretty well here. No, you're drunk--that was my first reaction too.

Sorry to disappoint.

"Movies are a very old, very dear companion of mine. And if I'm not drunk, why do I have wings, exactly?"

They're a part a part of this place, like these stupid books. Think of them as a dog collar--they do nothing, and are really annoying.

Don't do anything to them, though. Pull them off and you die. No joke.

"When I first found myself stuck up here I tried to pull one off. I damn near fell off the roof. And I'm pretty good at coping with pain."

..be glad you're not passed out. That was a little stupid--I mean, they flap. They're useless, but you can flap them.

You're on a roof. How high are you?

... I hadn't pulled that hard...

"Um. High enough that if I jumped, I'd hurt myself. Low enough that I probably wouldn't die."

I know the feeling. [He could fall from multi-story buildings and walk away with only a few scratches. Had even done it in Luceti too.]

It sounds like you're on top of one of the Community Housing buildings. I like to scale those sometimes--do you see any gutters or trees around? You can use them to get down.

"Hmmm. None of the trees are in reach, and the only gutter I found didn't look like it'd hold my weight."

All right. Do you see something that looks like a military compound then?

"... No... is there a military compound here?"

Well, there's a barracks near the apartment building I live in, so that kinda counts...?

I was mostly thinking out loud. Do you see anything that looks like a landmark or something? Big buildings? A fountain?

"There's a fountain off past a couple other buildings, and a river a short distance behind me."

...That puts you near the town square then. Hang on--I'll be out soon.

If you see a guy with a red jacket running passed, that's probably me. Lupin III.

"I'll keep an eye out. Harry Dresden. The first."

Ha ha~ That was so cute my grandfather is rolling in his grave!

[He says this, but he's throwing on his jacket and grabbing some supplies--namely a blanket and a simpistic grappling hook. He's tested it scaling the walls of CH 5 to sneak into Fujiko's room. It seems to work, at least for his lanky form.

It'll be a bit before Lupin gets over to the square. It's not a short walk, and he's starting to get himself rolling again after a debacle early last month.]

I stood with my journal in my hands, looking out over the square, waiting for a red jacket to appear. It took a while, but there it was, finally. I lifted the journal.

"I see you. Turn left. I'm the really tall guy on the roof."

[Lupin follows the directions and waves when he catches sight.]

I see ya now. Hang on.

[He jogs over, grappling hook and attached rope ready in hand.] You'll want to stand back Dresden.

[Without explanation of his action or warning, he throws the hook at the nearest possible latch up on the roof.]

In my line of work, you learn a couple things. You learn that people aren't to be trusted, even if they seem like they are. You learn that people aren't to be assumed guilty, especially if they seem like they are. You learn how to spot liars, you learn how to work spells, you learn how to make contacts and dig up information.

And by god, you learn that when somebody tells you to duck, get down, jump, turn around, or stand back, you damn well do it.

I stood the ell back. And there was a grappling hook.

... I may have laughed a little. I'm sorry, it was just funny.

A grappling hook.

Hopefully he couldn't hear it down there. I poked my head over the side.

"Will this thing hold my weight?"

It should--I tested it on an eight story building! You can just make sure it's properly tied and rapel down.

[Lupin's confident in his equipment this time--there's no reason it should fail. Besides, killing a New Feather was the last thing on his agenda.]

I made sure the grapple was secure, gave it a few sharp tugs- it held- and then began lowering myself cautiously down the line. No way in hell was I going to try rappelling.

[Lupin awaits, blanked ready for when Dresden is standing on solid ground. If he's surprised at his height, he doesn't show it. Though, admittedly, Dresden is taller than the talles guy in Luceti that he calls friend, Captain Smoker.]

When I reached the bottom, I glanced up behind me and frowned.

"How do you plan on getting that down?"

I plan to come back in the dead of night, shimmy on up there, and steal a hang glider from my girlfriend to get down.

[He's smiling, all confidence.]

I think I liked this guy.

"Well, Lupin- Is that what I call you? Lupin? -it seems I owe you one."

Nah--you owe me nothing! I was just doing my good deed for the day.

Anyway, have any questions? Frustrations?

...want to find your clothing?

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