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[Maybe he should've been worried about the fact that he didn't remember activating the Magic Finger to get...wherever he was now, but oh boy was this fun! There were people! And things! And people who were selling these things! This one was super shiny, and that one had colors Larry had never even seen before and--]
MY MELONS!
You! Get back here you little....
[--and he might have just accidentally knocked over an entire cart full of local fruit.]
[ Nothing like a deal gone wrong forcing Tess to make a break for it. Dashing down side-streets, into busier thoroughfares to try and throw off the couple of kedan pursuing her before they can grab her - she barrels into a strange man breathlessly. ]
Oops! Don't suppose you can help a girl out, can you?
[Harry has absolutely no idea what's going on. That is a rare moment for him. Sure, sometimes he gets confused on a case or someone manages to pull the wool over his eyes, but rarely is he completely and utterly befuddled by what's happening.
One moment he's opening a way to the Nevernever and now he's here, wherever here is anyway. It couldn't be fairy. The city shows no signs of belonging to either courts, and as far as he knows there are no fae cities among the wild fae. The people here are just as confusing. Some appear human while others appear to be anything but. The thought of using his Sight crosses his mind but he decides against it. Who knows what might scar his brain in this place.
And then someone slams into him, sending his train of thought careening of its track. Of course it's a woman too, and of course she asks the one question that can't say no too. Well, paraphrases it anyway.]
[Molly is -- I don't know, probably scowling at some vendor in the marketplace. At least the hair and the tattoos are particularly hard to miss?] Come on, you're making me pay 5 juulaan for that? That's not even worth 2.
[Harry would recognize that neon hair anywhere at this point. Immediately he begins pushing his way through the streets towards her. Being the size of most NBA players helps with that.]
Molly! Hells bells grasshopper how did you get here?
[Duh Harry she went through the same portal you did. Which brings up another question.]
[So it does! The vendor is promptly ignored in favor of whirling to face Harry, eyes wide and uncertain for just a moment. She moves over towards Harry, then, frowning.] Morgan? I don't -- Harry, he's...[Okay. Breathe, Molly, messed-up timelines are a thing here. She knows that, she'd just never really expected to run into it head-on. Time to change tactics.]
Let's back up. Who gets called a scruffy-looking nerfherder in Star Wars? [She settles back on her feet, holding her breath a little. She doesn't trust this place (or M.) enough to be sure this isn't a hallucination or a spell or something. ....Knowing her, it could easily be a hallucination, too, but things have gotten somewhat better, lately.]
[Already off balance, the question confuses him a bit. Then he gets it. At the same time he notices starts noticing differences about her. The glaringly obvious ones being that her hair and clothes are different when he saw her just a few moments ago. Her stance is different too, and the constant energy he's so used to seeing isn't there.
Just what on earth is going on here? One mystery at a time Harry. Get your feet back underneath you first.
He cocks an eyebrow at her.]
The same guy who made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
[It's still there, just very well hidden, now, and if Harry's paying close attention he'll note the cane, abandoned for the moment at the vendor's stall. But her hair is slightly faded blue, now, probably going to stay that way for a while. She is very definitely more guarded than the Molly he is used to.]
[But the smile she gives him after a beat is just the same, blooming into excitement as she practically tackle hugs him, holding on tight.]
[Harry grunts from the unexpected show of affection and plants his staff to keep himself from being taken to the ground. Alright that is definitely not the reaction of someone who has been gone for only ten minutes.
Still, confused as he is, Harry returns the hug all the same. At least he knows she's safe.]
Good to see you too Molly. So you mind cluing me in now?
Um. Depends on what you wanna be clued in on, sensei. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey things and all that. But for now, you're in a place called Keeliai. It's a city on the back of a turtle. Like Discworld, kind of.
[That last sentence leaves him dumbfounded. A year? An entire year? He hasn't even been here for half a hour yet! If this isn't the Nevernever time sure behaves like it. God he actually wishes Bob was here right now.
He lets her go in favor of rubbing his temple.]
It feels like I just walked into a bad Twilight Zone episode. All I need now is the narration.
[Well, it's not the Nevernever, but it is pretty magical. Enough so that Molly's magic doesn't fritz out any comm systems much. She might also look a bit older than when Harry saw her last. It hasn't been the best of times, but hey, at least here she's not on the streets or anything.]
What about John Kassir? I'll take some Tales of the Crypt in emergency situations.
[Harry takes a breath and tries to fit facts together. The problem is nothing is falling into place. All the facts he has and the ones he's being presented with aren't matching to make any sensible picture.
He looks at her again, more closely this time, picking up details he missed before.]
Nope, sorry. [She hunches her shoulders at that, gives him a slightly guarded look. She hates keeping secrets from Harry. She knows she shouldn't have to, really, but a lot of things have changed since Morgan and the events that followed.]
If you're asking about Morgan, I don't think you've gotten to it yet.
[She's not telling him something and he knows it. That bothers him. Since when does Molly keep things like this from him? Normally he's the one pulling the secretive wizard routine here.]
Haven't gotten to it?
[The hamster wheel in his head spins so fast it nearly falls apart. Then it hits him.]
[She winces a bit at that and very nearly turns away from him. But this is Harry, now that he's actually here she doesn't want to for fear of losing him. (Stranger things have happened.)
It is difficult to even remember what she was like back during the time Harry's talking about, the whole events with Morgan and Luccio. Different, certainly. Saner. More naive. The smile she finally gives him is quick, guarded and bitter, avoiding his eyes as much as she can. She knows better, now. There's a quick, pained laugh, and she shakes her head.]
Sometimes I wish I was. It was a whole lot easier then.
[He knows she's Molly. She's one of the few people in his life he Soulgazed after, but at the same time she's not Molly. At least not the Molly he knows. That smile says it all. It tells him she's seen things the grasshopper never should have seen. Where was he this whole time? He wouldn't let this happen to her right?
God he wants to ask so many things but at the same time...]
Maybe it's best I stay in the dark here. Less likely I ruin the flow of time that way.
[Because messing around with that is something Harry knows is an awful idea.]
Somebody's going around breaking the sixth law of magic.
[It's a long and complicated story, but that is for another time. She certainly won't go into it now, she's never actually told people what happened at home, here. Sure, at least one knows what's coming, maybe two, if we're counting the Archive even if she is no longer present, but no more than that.]
[The mention of the laws of magic, however, makes her give that same sort of smile again, a little wary.]
I keep forgetting you're a big-time Warden now. I'm pretty sure this place doesn't follow any of our laws of magic, we've got guys from World War 2 and a bunch of French guys from back in the 19th century.
Well you sure sound like one. [It comes out a little harsher than she means it to, especially around Harry, but what if she slips? What if he finds out what's going to happen? God, she hates time travel.]
[That hits him a little harder than he thought. No way he's becoming like the Wardens. He can't be. There's no way he's anything those paranoid zealots...right?
Great, another thing for him to fret over when he tries to sleep at night.]
This isn't about Wardens. It's about keeping the universe from tearing itself inside out from paradox. Everyone loses if that happens.
Well, quit worrying about paradoxes, because we've got a literal guy who wants to tear the world inside out here. And then he'll presumably move onto other places. Like home.
I'm pretty sure I would have noticed a guy running around with a star on his shield or a green giant in purple shorts. Those guys cause more collateral damage than I do.
[The closest thing Harry's seen to an actual superhero is Michael.]
[Who even knows what these things are. They look like someone spliced together a kangaroo and a velociraptor, then stuck a gas mask over their faces. Not pretty, in other words. And they travel in packs, because of course they do.]
[Nevertheless, there's a huge Russian and a haggard wizard to the rescue! Sort of. At least one of them still has a sword in hand. So there's that.]
How are we doing this? You take left, I take right?
[Hey he's got his staff and his .44 revolver. He's also got a headache that could make a whale cry for its mother but he'll deal with that later. Harry doesn't need some fancy shmancy sword. Not that he'd know how to use one if he did.
Whatever these things are they're hurting people, and no one hurts people in his to- uh...turtle...city...thing.]
I knock them down like bowling pins and you pick up the spare.
[He's feeling pretty confident teaming up with a sword of the cross and all. Summoning his will, Harry thrusts his staff forward and releases it in a cannonball of force.]
Fozare!
[The creatures scatter. One flies off its feet and crashes messily into a building behind after being struck by the full force of the spell. Maybe this will be simple after all.]
[He just sort of grins over at him, before nodding, and holding his ground while the wizard works. This is normal. Totally normal. Old habits and all.]
[The creatures just sort of mill around, nervously hooting to each other as the blast rocks through them. He steps forward then, the sword blazing in white light. One of the creatures is soon minus their head, while the one that struck the building begins to wobble itself to its feet, beaten and bloody.]
[Only to... suddenly open its mouth, despite the fact it looked like it was wearing a mask over it. The jaws are huge, and it grasps a nearby creature in them, before simply swallowing it whole. Its wounds knit together as if nothing had happened, and the creature leaps forward again.]
[Harry stops and stares. He just had to think it. Sometimes it seems like it might just be more effective to start beating things with a stick.]
That is just not fair!
[His next thought is to burn it with fire. The problem with that is he rather not accidentally burn a city block to the ground. He seriously doubts the people here have 'crazy guy in a trenchcoat' insurance.
Right about then his instincts scream at him. He whirls just in time to see one of the monstrosities launch itself at him from an alleyway. No time to do anything else but raise his shield in a quarter dome of blue light.]
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Larry the Titan | Teen Titans
[Maybe he should've been worried about the fact that he didn't remember activating the Magic Finger to get...wherever he was now, but oh boy was this fun! There were people! And things! And people who were selling these things! This one was super shiny, and that one had colors Larry had never even seen before and--]
MY MELONS!
You! Get back here you little....
[--and he might have just accidentally knocked over an entire cart full of local fruit.]
[Oops?]
Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files
4!
Oops! Don't suppose you can help a girl out, can you?
Re: 4!
One moment he's opening a way to the Nevernever and now he's here, wherever here is anyway. It couldn't be fairy. The city shows no signs of belonging to either courts, and as far as he knows there are no fae cities among the wild fae. The people here are just as confusing. Some appear human while others appear to be anything but. The thought of using his Sight crosses his mind but he decides against it. Who knows what might scar his brain in this place.
And then someone slams into him, sending his train of thought careening of its track. Of course it's a woman too, and of course she asks the one question that can't say no too. Well, paraphrases it anyway.]
Whoa, what's wrong? Are you alright?
[Please don't be a faerie.]
Sort of a mix of 2 and 6!
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Molly! Hells bells grasshopper how did you get here?
[Duh Harry she went through the same portal you did. Which brings up another question.]
Where's Morgan?
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Let's back up. Who gets called a scruffy-looking nerfherder in Star Wars? [She settles back on her feet, holding her breath a little. She doesn't trust this place (or M.) enough to be sure this isn't a hallucination or a spell or something. ....Knowing her, it could easily be a hallucination, too, but things have gotten somewhat better, lately.]
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Just what on earth is going on here? One mystery at a time Harry. Get your feet back underneath you first.
He cocks an eyebrow at her.]
The same guy who made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
[Then he smirks.]
And he always, always shoots first.
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[But the smile she gives him after a beat is just the same, blooming into excitement as she practically tackle hugs him, holding on tight.]
Oh my God, it's really you!
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Still, confused as he is, Harry returns the hug all the same. At least he knows she's safe.]
Good to see you too Molly. So you mind cluing me in now?
[Because he really hates being clueless.]
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I've been here...uh, a little over a year.
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He lets her go in favor of rubbing his temple.]
It feels like I just walked into a bad Twilight Zone episode. All I need now is the narration.
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Sorry, I'm fresh outta Rod Serling impressions.
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[Harry takes a breath and tries to fit facts together. The problem is nothing is falling into place. All the facts he has and the ones he's being presented with aren't matching to make any sensible picture.
He looks at her again, more closely this time, picking up details he missed before.]
The cane...where'd that come from?
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If you're asking about Morgan, I don't think you've gotten to it yet.
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Haven't gotten to it?
[The hamster wheel in his head spins so fast it nearly falls apart. Then it hits him.]
You're not my Molly are you?
[Now it's his turn to feel a little guarded.]
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It is difficult to even remember what she was like back during the time Harry's talking about, the whole events with Morgan and Luccio. Different, certainly. Saner. More naive. The smile she finally gives him is quick, guarded and bitter, avoiding his eyes as much as she can. She knows better, now. There's a quick, pained laugh, and she shakes her head.]
Sometimes I wish I was. It was a whole lot easier then.
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God he wants to ask so many things but at the same time...]
Maybe it's best I stay in the dark here. Less likely I ruin the flow of time that way.
[Because messing around with that is something Harry knows is an awful idea.]
Somebody's going around breaking the sixth law of magic.
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[The mention of the laws of magic, however, makes her give that same sort of smile again, a little wary.]
I keep forgetting you're a big-time Warden now. I'm pretty sure this place doesn't follow any of our laws of magic, we've got guys from World War 2 and a bunch of French guys from back in the 19th century.
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Yeah I'm a shinning example of the Wardens what with me harboring a fugitive and half the White Council thinking I'm a ticking time bomb.
[But screwing around with time periods screams bad idea to him.]
Laws or not, yanking people out of time and space will probably cause an issue or two.
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Yeah, no shit.
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Great, another thing for him to fret over when he tries to sleep at night.]
This isn't about Wardens. It's about keeping the universe from tearing itself inside out from paradox. Everyone loses if that happens.
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Right. Of course. Because if one disaster isn't enough, we need to throw a world ending crisis on top of that.
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[Man Harry, you're boring when you're not saving the world.]
Wait, there are actually people running around in tights calling themselves superheroes?
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[She sticks her tongue a little, but grins.]
No, there are actual superheroes. Like Superman. And Captain America. And Bucky Barnes.
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[He shoots her a look but there's no heat behind it. Hell, it's good to just see her smiling. That's something he's much more familiar with.]
Hell Bells, seriously? The genuine article? Not just crazy people who think that?
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[Harry finds himself asking that a lot lately.]
I'm pretty sure I would have noticed a guy running around with a star on his shield or a green giant in purple shorts. Those guys cause more collateral damage than I do.
[The closest thing Harry's seen to an actual superhero is Michael.]
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[Yeah well, don't mention that to Molly. She'll just get homesick.]
I dunno if the giant green guy is here, but Cap is.
6 HELL YEAH WE'RE GONNA FIGHT SOME STUFF
[Nevertheless, there's a huge Russian and a haggard wizard to the rescue! Sort of. At least one of them still has a sword in hand. So there's that.]
How are we doing this? You take left, I take right?
AWW YEAAAAAAH
Whatever these things are they're hurting people, and no one hurts people in his to- uh...turtle...city...thing.]
I knock them down like bowling pins and you pick up the spare.
[He's feeling pretty confident teaming up with a sword of the cross and all. Summoning his will, Harry thrusts his staff forward and releases it in a cannonball of force.]
Fozare!
[The creatures scatter. One flies off its feet and crashes messily into a building behind after being struck by the full force of the spell. Maybe this will be simple after all.]
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[The creatures just sort of mill around, nervously hooting to each other as the blast rocks through them. He steps forward then, the sword blazing in white light. One of the creatures is soon minus their head, while the one that struck the building begins to wobble itself to its feet, beaten and bloody.]
[Only to... suddenly open its mouth, despite the fact it looked like it was wearing a mask over it. The jaws are huge, and it grasps a nearby creature in them, before simply swallowing it whole. Its wounds knit together as if nothing had happened, and the creature leaps forward again.]
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That is just not fair!
[His next thought is to burn it with fire. The problem with that is he rather not accidentally burn a city block to the ground. He seriously doubts the people here have 'crazy guy in a trenchcoat' insurance.
Right about then his instincts scream at him. He whirls just in time to see one of the monstrosities launch itself at him from an alleyway. No time to do anything else but raise his shield in a quarter dome of blue light.]