first wing

[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]

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.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...

Sorry, I don't speak "dog with bone in his mouth".

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head, then sets his bone on the ground.]

Your room. All the resident's rooms are upstairs.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...You can't expect me to stay here.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Why not? We get free food in the kitchen, mechanical servants, and some very large public paths.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

So do prisoners. Without the mechanical servants and all, but you get the idea.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

Well, if you don't feel inclined to stay here, there's a city across the water.