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[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Okay, McMillan, either your tastes have somehow thrown themselves out the window since I last saw you, or this is definitely the wrong place.

[Hey Accordians. If you're on the first floor of this tower you probably will automatically notice the very tall and thin man in a purple suit and sunglasses gazing at his surroundings with a raised eyebrow and a frown.]

Honestly, when I see that man I'm going to give him a word. I'm not sure he would want people to die by lack of decorum every time he has a guest...honestly, I wake up and the place is like this? What is this, a joke?

[He scoffs, and moves to the nearest window, looking out.] Hold on a second...this isn't the city. What the hell? Where have I been brought to? I specifically arranged for him to bring me to the tower on the edge of the city, what is this? ...Have I been sabotaged?

[Don't mind him, he'll just be angrily glancing around, trying to figure out what's going on. Clearly, he needs to be bothered.]

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[umbrare.livejournal.com]

[... Why are people so obsessed with immortality?]

That's unfortunate. So you're not a 'Butterfly'?

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs, lies falling easily from his lips. Who know what they knew here? They could just be pulling a big charade on him to make him reveal himself.] Of course not! Just a lowly Moth. Trust me, you'd know when you see a Butterfly, they're stranger-looking than us- taller, have an extra pair of arms, and wings on their faces. I don't look anything like them.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

[Wings on the face is new. Kind of.]

I'll keep that in mind, then. As far as I know there aren't any of those here.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, I wouldn't be surprised. They're doing all they can to hide when all of humanity is after them. Doesn't help that some of their subjects have turned traitor to them.

But if there's anything a Butterfly is really good at, it's hiding in plain sight. I'm sure most of them are stashed away someplace safe where no one will ever find them.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Ah, but we aren't in your world anymore. Who knows if the humans in the city nearby have ever even heard of Butterflies in this context. [He'll be remembering all of that, though :D]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

We aren't in my world...anymore?

[Just...what.]

Okay, that's technically kind of impossible. Space travel isn't that fast. And if it's another world, how am I still alive? Shouldn't be in one of those stupid spacesuits they have people wear?

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

....................

I think you should try explaining what you're talking about.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

You know! The things which humans use to fly up to the cosmos. Spaceships? Satellites? Any of that ringing a bell?

[He pinches his nose in exasperation.] Why am I explaining this to a talking dog?!

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

...!

I had no idea humans in other worlds had managed to go into the stars. That's quite an accomplishment.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I have to admit they're got a few things coming for them. Technology, literature, the like.

[A sigh.]

I really hope that when I wake up from all of this I'm sleeping in a nice bed in a nicely-decorated place. I deserve it after all of this.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, if it's any consolation you have a room somewhere in this tower. It comes furnished, too.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...

Um. Do you mind if I ask why the hell I have a room here? I didn't ask to be here.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, actually. It happens with everyone who arrives here.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Everyone who arrives here...what, there's more than one of me?

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

You, me, my summoner.... There's a lot of us.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

That's...wow. And nobody even bothered to try to go against the mass kidnapping or anything.

...What do you mean, summoner?

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Summoner. She summons things.

....

Well, me.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...

Isn't that magic? But magic doesn't exist.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Of course it does.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

No it doesn't. Most of it is just sleight of hand things that magicians do.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Well... if you want to believe that....

[He'll pick up his dentabone and hop off the couch.]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

I believe in whatever I like to believe in, talking dog.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Mmf rrf. [Right, the bone. He'll just tilt his head a bit, then point with his paw down the hall.]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

What's down there?

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Rr frrm.