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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[Spanish... as a language of power? It's an interesting thought. She shakes herself out of it quickly.]

I see it! I'll be there very soon now. [She hurries towards the signal.]

I was standing on the edge of the building, facing the direction that stream had come from, when I saw a young girl with bright blue hair.

For a moment, I thought it might be Molly, but then I aw the Japanese Schoolgirl getup, and then I saw the, well, Japanese Schoolgirl face. Not Molly

My potential rescuer, I hoped.

"Hello?"

I'm Sailor Mercury. I came to help you.

[Now how to get up there, when there was no roof access. Or...]

Is there any roof access at all? Is it locked? [That'd be easier: she could go inside and head upstairs to let him in. Otherwise, she'll have to make do with another way.]

"Far as I can see, there's no way up here at all, locked or otherwise."

Hell, if it was a locked door I could have just blasted it open, with enough time.

"Which really kind of makes me wonder how the hell they put me up here to begin with."

They have a habit of that sort of thing. I think they do it deliberately sometimes.

But it might be an error. Anyway, in that case, I'm coming up.

[It should not be possible to jump straight into the air, several storeys, but there it is.]

Well. That was different. I've met some limber girls in my time, but damn.

"... Impressive."

I needed to reach the roof. [As if that's the only part worth noticing here.]

Are you alright?

"Well, my head hurts and I'm stuck on a roof. Also, I just saw a blue-haired woman jump several times her own height from a dead stand-still.

Other than that? Peachy."

I'm sorry if I startled you. It seemed the quickest way. [The only handy way, really. Though now that she's here... how to get down. She's not sure she can carry a grown man.

A ladder, maybe?]

Are you feeling well enough to climb? To get down from here, I mean.

"I think I'm alright, as long as I can actually find some handholds or something. I don't seem to be injured."

Just a moment. [She makes a signal to wait, and hurries back to the edge to look for a clear way down. She turns back to her companion quickly enough.]

You might be able to climb here.

Hmm. It was possible I'd missed a pathway. I went over to the edge and looked, and yeah, it looked like there was a fixture I could probably reach from here. Not sure it'd support my weight, but if I moved fast I could try and split my weight between the fixtures and the gutter.

Nothing for it but to try. So I swung down from the rooftop, apropos of nothing, and began making my way down, as carefully as I could.

I really had to learn how to jump like Blue up there.

[Mercury stays close, mostly to be ready if anything goes wrong.]

After we get down, things will be a lot easier. [It's meant to be encouraging as she picks her way carefully, as slow as he is this time.]

First Casefile: New Feather [Action/Written]

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