09-16-2014, 07:15 PM
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden was angry. Tolkein had written it best; "meddle not in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger." Harry didn't like people messing with his friends, and he'd never been much for the "subtle" half of that sentence. He slowed to a walk as he approached the gate, winded but not allowing himself to feel it. He looked pretty scary, even if he wasn't aware of it; a man with a huge staff in a long, black duster, striding purposefully towards the guarded gate to Coruscant without paying the guards any apparent attention. They looked like stormtroopers from Star Wars. This 'verse sounded like a great big Star Wars ripoff, but then, Minas Tirith had been the real Minas Tirith. Maybe they actually were stormtroopers. He chuckled slightly, breaking his stormy facade, as he stepped through the gate.
When the sense of gut-wrenching disorientation wore off, the first thing he could think of was, Butters would love this. He looked around him at the surroundings. Flying cars, skyscrapers, white metal and clear glass reflecting blue skies. He'd literally just stepped into Coruscant. It was something straight out of the movies. He let his feet carry him forward for a bit, trying to wrench his attention away from the distractions all around him. Think, Harry. Coruscant isn't all rainbows and gumdrops. It's just about as seedy as Chicago, if the movies were anything to go by. Still, Harry liked his chances against anything that wasn't a Sith lord jumping him out of the shadows.
Of course, Samus was fairly formidable, and she'd been hurt by something that had just jumped out of the shadows. It would do Harry a lot of good to be alert. Samus had said she was attacked on the lower tiers. It seemed better to start at the bottom and work the way up. He pulled out the speaking stone he'd fashioned, getting in touch with Samus. "I'm in Coruscant. I'm going to try and track down the person who jumped you. Know what he looks like?" It was time and past time that Harry got to flex his PI muscles instead of throwing magic at things. It was a lot less tiring. He looked at the hypermodern elevator and shuddered, walking over to the much less high-tech stairs and starting down.
He had a long way to go. Down, down to Goblintown.
When the sense of gut-wrenching disorientation wore off, the first thing he could think of was, Butters would love this. He looked around him at the surroundings. Flying cars, skyscrapers, white metal and clear glass reflecting blue skies. He'd literally just stepped into Coruscant. It was something straight out of the movies. He let his feet carry him forward for a bit, trying to wrench his attention away from the distractions all around him. Think, Harry. Coruscant isn't all rainbows and gumdrops. It's just about as seedy as Chicago, if the movies were anything to go by. Still, Harry liked his chances against anything that wasn't a Sith lord jumping him out of the shadows.
Of course, Samus was fairly formidable, and she'd been hurt by something that had just jumped out of the shadows. It would do Harry a lot of good to be alert. Samus had said she was attacked on the lower tiers. It seemed better to start at the bottom and work the way up. He pulled out the speaking stone he'd fashioned, getting in touch with Samus. "I'm in Coruscant. I'm going to try and track down the person who jumped you. Know what he looks like?" It was time and past time that Harry got to flex his PI muscles instead of throwing magic at things. It was a lot less tiring. He looked at the hypermodern elevator and shuddered, walking over to the much less high-tech stairs and starting down.
He had a long way to go. Down, down to Goblintown.
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