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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[Luke offer a hand, and another smile]

"Nice to meet you, Harry. How, why don't we see about getting you down. Climbing's probably not the best idea with you being so new, but if you're comfortable, I could levitate you down. Not everyone's alright with that, though, so I can always just go fetch a ladder."

For a moment or two, as I shook his hand, I didn't even care that this was insane. I didn't care that I was probably dreaming, or delusional, or anything like that.

Luke. Skywalker.

And he was going to use the Force to get me down.

Oh, man, this was so cool.

"Nah, I think I can handle the levitating thing. I've actually been moved around via magic before, and it's usually a lot less user-friendly than the Force seems to be."

...Wait. Did I just admit-

Dammit.

[And here, he can't help but laugh, though he says nothing. Calmly and quickly, he drew a bubble of telekinetic energy around Harry and slowly lowered him down to the ground. Hopping down himself, he landed and offered the New Feather a helping hand]

There you are. Now, since you're clearly new, why don't we go get you some clothes? Don't worry about money, everything here is free. It takes some getting used to, but thats the way it is.

He used the Force to pick me up.

He was laughing, and joking, and he used the Force to pick me up and put me on the ground.

... Molly was gonna be so damn jealous.

"Yeah. Clothing would be good. Don't want to make anybody awkward with the..."

I gestured at myself. The hand was still burnt horribly, the torso was covered in scars, and the entire affair was far too exposed for outside. I needed my duster and my glove.

Yea, I was wondering about that. Your hand alright?

[He goodnaturedly wiggles his right hand, fairly certain that Dresden understood it was cybernetic]

C'mon, lets head over to the shops. In the mean time, why don't you cover up with this? [He takes off his cloak and tosses it over. The weather isn't bad enough that he really needs it with his tunic and pants anyway, its just habit]

"Well, I guess it's better off than yours, at least."

Although, come to think of it, in a world where cybernetics were commonplace, would having your limb replaced be as traumatic?

As I pondered that, I put on the cloak. It was much heavier and darker than the Warden's cloak. I bet it didn't repel blood, though.

"Right. After you."

[Aaand off he goes, heading towards the fountain, and the central plaza of the town]

So, Harry, where do you come from? And have you read the guidebook yet?

"Chicago."

Beat.

"You have no idea where Chicago is, do you?"

I'm guessing its on Earth, like most people's homeworlds here, and by the sounds of the phonetics, not Japan?

[He's met a LOOOOT of Japanese people, and has had a bit of the linguistics explained, as well as picking up on patterns]

"No, not Japan. America. Err, the United States."

... There's a little cultural idiosyncrasy I didn't want to explain.

"But other than that, yeah. The guidebook was... sort of helpful, though honestly I wasn't really paying much attention. More interested in trying to get down."

Fair enough, if I was stuck on a roof I'd probably feel the same way.

So, what sort of questions do you have? I'll be happy to answer as many as I can, Harry.

"Well, I'll start with the obvious. How the hell am I talking to Luke freaking Skywalker?"

Well, this place seems to be some sort of nexus, or crossroads of worlds. As near as anyone can tell, it pulls people from all places and times into it. I was taken in, and now you.

"... Yeah, but... you're Luke Skywalker."

Hmmm. Did I dare to ask?

...Oh, who am I kidding, this is me we're talking about.

"Is Yoda here?"

Nope, just me and Obi-Wan.

[He chuckles. Clearly, this guy was going to be a really interesting fellow]

"... Obi-Wan Kenobi is here?"

Wait. It had to be asked.

"Cool old Obi-Wan, or the young one from the new movies?"

[NOW he can't help but laugh]

Young Obi-Wan? He's still thirty seven.

Aw, damn. I tried to contain the disappointment, though, because, I mean.

Luke.

Freaking.

Skywalker.

"... do you have your lightsabers?"

Yes. I sure do.

[Oh wait, he may need something?]

You have any special things of your own? They typically show up in town around the same time as you do.

"Oh, my stuff is here, too?"

Well, hell, couldn't they have left me my freaking clothes, then?

"Where would I get it?"

There are a few shops in town that typically contain belongings of new arrivals. I'll take you by one on our way around town.

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