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Wally was not a brave man, nor a very good wizard even when he did possess full control over his magic. The moment the other man's hands were on him, he was shrieking in a pitch none too dissimilar from that which might be made by a very small girl.
"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, TAKE MY MONEY - NO WAIT, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY MONEY - I HAVE STUDENT LOANS!"
And then his 'sorries' were coming in time with Connor's, and slowly, he fell silent, though he did maintain an artful cringe against the wall. "Wait. Why're you sorry?"
That pitch was not friendly to his ears at all. It helped that his drums were biomechanical and didn't send piercing amounts of pain up his spine but it was a close thing. When he stepped back, it was with a grimace and a shake of his head to rid the lingering ringing. Jesus Christ, what kind of lungs did that guy have?
"Because I just attacked you?" he said, obviously. "All you did was bump into me, didn't you?"
Wally straightened, looking rather shifty as he glanced from side to side, then dusted away whatever grime and wrinkles were to be found on his coat. "Ah - yes. Exactly. Just a bump."
How best to recover his dignity? This man was clearly no elf and not after his money. The important thing was to appear magnanimous as well as composed. "Well. No harm done from either of us, right? Right. Here, my good man: have a handshake." He held out the same hand he had used to brush dirt from his clothes.
Connor ran a hand through his hair, ending at his nape to scratch there awkwardly long enough to listen to Wally continue. This was not a good thing, attacking people was not good, but he'd been getting better about it and as long as Myers didn't hear anything... no harm done, like that guy said. He would just be more alert, right?
He hesitated briefly at the hand offered, then reached out to shake it. Despite the single glove covering his hand, it was cooler than it ought to be and the give wasn't quite right. Just a bit too firm to be entirely real. "Yeah, sure, shake on it."
There was something strange about the other man's hand, though Wally couldn't quite put his finger on it. He withdrew from the handshake with the look of a man who has just touched something that ought not be squishy, but is, and thus inexplicable and just plain weird.
"Yes. Ah...so, then." He faltered, then regained his smile. "Allow me to introduce myself: Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, GGIP, LLTC, LMNOP, and occasional reciter of orcish poetry. 'Wally', for short, if you like. Now, why on earth did you attack me?"
That expression only inspired Connor to shutter his own. Right, not everyone was used to cybernetics and he was somewhere completely different here. He couldn't expect some social graces out of anyone who might be too awkward to comment on it. His left hand went to hold on to his right at his side, careful and wary.
"Did you just say wizard?" The question was rhetorical. That was definitely 'wizard' stuck in the middle of that ridiculous name and title. "I, um, I'm not... used to downtime, you could say. I work in a dangerous field."
"I can understand that. Dangerous fields. That, in fact, allows me to answer your other question: I, too, work in a dangerous field. You see, my new young friend," which was something of an overreach, as Connor and Wally were surely near to the same age, "I dabble in the arcane. I motivate the forces of the universe to do my bidding. I have fought the dark forces. I make pretty amulets for love spells."
Jazzhands. He was definitely doing jazzhands. "For I am indeed a wizard." One of those jazzhands came to rest on Connor's shoulder, patted, and, as Wally recalled the weird feeling of the other man's hand, fell away. "What dangerous field do you work in? Mercenary work? Oh, you wouldn't happen to be a warrior in need of a party, would you?"
Twenty-eight years old and counting, but he didn't blink at the diminutive. He got that a lot, from both good and bad sources, and it was just one of those things. Easy to ignore. When Wally reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, Connor reached up to push it away with his forearm, far enough down that there was genuine flesh there instead. Not very open to random touches, this one.
"Security, actually," he said. Wally was a bit too on the nose, not that Connor would admit it. "I'm not looking for a group, I'm looking for where the hell I am. You should probably keep looking for help, though."
Edited (tenses? what are those?) 2015-09-26 02:45 (UTC)
The removal of his hand went wholly unnoticed; Wally was a bit too full of himself at the moment to be perturbed by the action, and continued on agreeably as though it hadn't happened. "I can help you there! You're on the back of a giant turtle, in some distant universe far from home. Isn't it marvelous?"
It had yet to occur to Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, that he might in fact be the only person here who was pleased to be abducted by mysterious turtle forces. Not everyone had his problems. Some people actually had things going on back home which required their immediate attention. "Or did you mean in a more specific and local sense? I have no idea where I am, either, in that case. Fire District? Bubblegum District? No idea."
Taking a deep breath, Connor resisted the urge to just walk away. Someone was here and talking to him and even if he was talking some crazy things... well, what was his life aside from crazy things lately? Myers was certainly proof of that, and suddenly appearing here in an impossible city on an impossible turtle was definitely adding to the pile. Had he finally snapped? If he had... was there anything he could do about that?
"You really don't pay attention to your surroundings at all, do you?" he asked. Their meeting was a case in point. He didn't quite know what to do with someone so offensively carefree. Works in dangerous fields, his ass.
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"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, TAKE MY MONEY - NO WAIT, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY MONEY - I HAVE STUDENT LOANS!"
And then his 'sorries' were coming in time with Connor's, and slowly, he fell silent, though he did maintain an artful cringe against the wall. "Wait. Why're you sorry?"
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"Because I just attacked you?" he said, obviously. "All you did was bump into me, didn't you?"
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Wally straightened, looking rather shifty as he glanced from side to side, then dusted away whatever grime and wrinkles were to be found on his coat. "Ah - yes. Exactly. Just a bump."
How best to recover his dignity? This man was clearly no elf and not after his money. The important thing was to appear magnanimous as well as composed. "Well. No harm done from either of us, right? Right. Here, my good man: have a handshake." He held out the same hand he had used to brush dirt from his clothes.
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He hesitated briefly at the hand offered, then reached out to shake it. Despite the single glove covering his hand, it was cooler than it ought to be and the give wasn't quite right. Just a bit too firm to be entirely real. "Yeah, sure, shake on it."
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"Yes. Ah...so, then." He faltered, then regained his smile. "Allow me to introduce myself: Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, GGIP, LLTC, LMNOP, and occasional reciter of orcish poetry. 'Wally', for short, if you like. Now, why on earth did you attack me?"
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"Did you just say wizard?" The question was rhetorical. That was definitely 'wizard' stuck in the middle of that ridiculous name and title. "I, um, I'm not... used to downtime, you could say. I work in a dangerous field."
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Jazzhands. He was definitely doing jazzhands. "For I am indeed a wizard." One of those jazzhands came to rest on Connor's shoulder, patted, and, as Wally recalled the weird feeling of the other man's hand, fell away. "What dangerous field do you work in? Mercenary work? Oh, you wouldn't happen to be a warrior in need of a party, would you?"
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"Security, actually," he said. Wally was a bit too on the nose, not that Connor would admit it. "I'm not looking for a group, I'm looking for where the hell I am. You should probably keep looking for help, though."
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It had yet to occur to Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, that he might in fact be the only person here who was pleased to be abducted by mysterious turtle forces. Not everyone had his problems. Some people actually had things going on back home which required their immediate attention. "Or did you mean in a more specific and local sense? I have no idea where I am, either, in that case. Fire District? Bubblegum District? No idea."
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"You really don't pay attention to your surroundings at all, do you?" he asked. Their meeting was a case in point. He didn't quite know what to do with someone so offensively carefree. Works in dangerous fields, his ass.