11-02-2014, 09:43 PM
As if things weren't getting complicated enough, Harry's speaking stone started vibrating within his duster. He pulled out the phone-sized rock and held it to his ear, and was greeted by an unfamiliar voice.
"Is this Harry Dresden?"
The voice was male, and a tad gruff. There were only a couple people who Harry had connected the stone with; Proto Man and Samus. This man clearly wasn't Proto Man, or Samus, which raised a certain question. "Yes, speaking. How'd you get in contact with me?" The man wasn't in the mood to bandy words with anyone, it seemed. His response was succinct and to the point. "My name is Adam Malkovich. I'm with Samus Aran, who is currently engaged in combat with Stormtroopers and fighting her way to the gate leading to the Vasty Deep. The lady's in a spot of trouble, and she could use your help."
Harry muttered something irritated and cast a glance at the direction the orgosynth was hiding in. "Adam? Tell Samus that I'm in Tier 7 and I'm coming to find her." Without waiting for an answer from Adam, Harry grabbed Vivio's wrist and pulled her along towards another elevator, mentally working out a suppression spell to keep the thing running smoothly once he got there. "Vivio, one of my friends is in a lot of trouble. Don't get involved, it's not safe for a little girl. I wish I could help you find your mother but I don't even know where to start. I'll leave you with a police officer on Tier 1." He didn't wait for her to answer before he started chanting in faux Latin under his breath. The mantra helped him hold together a spell that would keep his magic self-contained and stop it from breaking the elevator.
The elevator was even faster than Harry had hoped, and soon enough he was stepping out onto Tier 1. He located a security officer within 2.5 seconds; they were everywhere on the uppermost tier. He pointed Vivio over to him and took off running, ducking around a corner and sliding to a stop as a ship colored a strangely familiar shade of orange flew overhead, pursued by honest-to-god Stormtrooper ships from Star Wars. Harry couldn't keep up on foot, and summoning a flying mount was impossible here. He tried for a normal horse and set his speaking stone on the ground, ready to be scooped up once the irritatingly long process of summoning was complete.
"Is this Harry Dresden?"
The voice was male, and a tad gruff. There were only a couple people who Harry had connected the stone with; Proto Man and Samus. This man clearly wasn't Proto Man, or Samus, which raised a certain question. "Yes, speaking. How'd you get in contact with me?" The man wasn't in the mood to bandy words with anyone, it seemed. His response was succinct and to the point. "My name is Adam Malkovich. I'm with Samus Aran, who is currently engaged in combat with Stormtroopers and fighting her way to the gate leading to the Vasty Deep. The lady's in a spot of trouble, and she could use your help."
Harry muttered something irritated and cast a glance at the direction the orgosynth was hiding in. "Adam? Tell Samus that I'm in Tier 7 and I'm coming to find her." Without waiting for an answer from Adam, Harry grabbed Vivio's wrist and pulled her along towards another elevator, mentally working out a suppression spell to keep the thing running smoothly once he got there. "Vivio, one of my friends is in a lot of trouble. Don't get involved, it's not safe for a little girl. I wish I could help you find your mother but I don't even know where to start. I'll leave you with a police officer on Tier 1." He didn't wait for her to answer before he started chanting in faux Latin under his breath. The mantra helped him hold together a spell that would keep his magic self-contained and stop it from breaking the elevator.
The elevator was even faster than Harry had hoped, and soon enough he was stepping out onto Tier 1. He located a security officer within 2.5 seconds; they were everywhere on the uppermost tier. He pointed Vivio over to him and took off running, ducking around a corner and sliding to a stop as a ship colored a strangely familiar shade of orange flew overhead, pursued by honest-to-god Stormtrooper ships from Star Wars. Harry couldn't keep up on foot, and summoning a flying mount was impossible here. He tried for a normal horse and set his speaking stone on the ground, ready to be scooped up once the irritatingly long process of summoning was complete.
![[Image: u17lb3R.gif]](http://i.imgur.com/u17lb3R.gif)