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

[Action]

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.

[Written]

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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And I do not believe you.

Are there any spells you know that are small, and com easily?

Fates preserve me from perceptive people.

Yes, but they all require some sort of focus or material target. None of which I have on hand at the moment.

Then there is no way to test it. A shame. But powers, supernatural especially, tend to be dampened somewhat in the village.

I'll keep it in mind. They thought of everything, didn't they?

Harry Dresden, by the way. Nice to meet you.

Do not most jailers tend to do so?

Doctor Adele LeBlanc, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Dresden.

I'm not your average prisoner. It tends to be tough keeping me captive if I don't want to be captive.

You are not the first I've heard claim that, and you will not be the last.

Well, sure. Hence my surprise at them having thought of everything.

Kinda pisses me off.

An angry, frustrated inmate. Just what the village needs. Find a productive outlet, one that doesn't involve sending me more patients.

I'm angry, not psycho. I'm not gonna go around assaulting people.

Less assault and more initiate potentially dangerous activities.

Nothing that's gonna get anybody around me killed or hurt, I promise.

...I am going to have to start handing out frequent suture cards.

Your faith in my self-preservation instincts is touching.

My faith in most people to tie their own shoes without cutting themselves is limited. There is no need for you to feel singled out.

I like this lady already.

Fair enough. I'm gonna remember you said that, though.

Remember as much, or little, as you like. As it is try not to get yourself or others killed, do not attempt to pull of the wings, and do not provoke the Malnosso. May the rest of your day be less strenuous.