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quicktoanger) wrote2012-03-05 10:06 pm
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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...
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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Good. Saves me the trouble.
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And if all else fails, there's always shields.
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What is it you mean by shields? Literal, medieval shields, magical shields, Force shields...?
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Okay. This is going to sound a little bit psycho, but I swear it's true.
I'm kind of a wizard.
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Yeah. Shield spells. And if I can find my bracelet, it makes my shield spells more effective.
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... Okay, maybe a little.
Also, what power cap?
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Are there any spells you know that are small, and com easily?
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Yes, but they all require some sort of focus or material target. None of which I have on hand at the moment.
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Harry Dresden, by the way. Nice to meet you.
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Doctor Adele LeBlanc, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Dresden.
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