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"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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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.