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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"Oh, so we do have our stuff here?"

[Yeah, that was gonna need to happen sooner rather than later.]

"Thanks for the help, then. I'm gonna go grab my clothing."

[Hey, hey. You think her hand is out there for her health?]

Sure. Just give me your journal for a sec.

[Normally she'd let it pass, but hey, rude.]

I'll mark the guide an' you can be on your way.

"... Oh. Right. Sorry."

I handed her the journal, a touch sheepishly. I'm not an easy man to distract, but I really don't like not having my stuff.

[She takes the journal and flips it over to the appropriate page and, lacking a bookmark, Rogue reaches into her pocket and rips out a loose thread to mark the spot.]

There, the quick an' dirty guide ta Luceti.

[A wry smile.]

Welcome ta paradise.

[She hands the journal back to him.]

I took the journal with a nervous laugh.

"Why is that the scariest thing you've said so far?"

'cause evidently your sarcasm meter's intact.

[She'd love to say 'It ain't so bad,' but Rogue is fresh off the love experiment, and right now everything sucks. So she just smiles a little and shakes her head.]

Get some clothes an' read the guide. I'll be back in the Item Shop until three, if ya want me ta keep an eye on any of the new stuff for ya.

[She'll start moving cautiously around him now, clearing the way for him to go and so she can reclaim the ladder.]

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Sarcasm meter? She talked like me. Except the southern accent, that is...

"Alright. Thanks again."

I started to walk off, then paused. Wait a moment.

"Oh. Harry Dresden, by the way. And you are?"

[Already moving to detract the ladder, Rogue just glances over her shoulder at the guy - Man, he's gotta be freezing.]

Rogue.

Interesting name.

"Pleasure to meet you."

He turns around and heads for the clothing store again.

Wait. Did she say...?

I shook my head. Probably a coincidence.

[And now to lug the ladder back to the Item Shop. Looks like she'll have to make another trip for lunch.]

First Casefile: New Feather [Action/Written]

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[ action ] I should say that 4th Walling is OK!

[Action] Likewise, though his own fandom is a wee bit more obscure.

[Action] She'd have likely seen it in stores, but not picked it up