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aubergines2014-11-09 12:43 pm
chatona) wrote in aubergines2014-11-09 12:43 pm
( #004 ) WIZARD COPS
an AU inspired by the rivers of london series |
[ brings it down. just for u. ]
Thank you for your help, Petre.
Thank you for your help, Petre.
[ ruins everything. the guy escapes. ]
[ oop. ]
[ oop. ]
[ Ohhh, that look was something. It made Bob just grin even further and appreciate why Harry seemed so fond of her. Bob was almost starting to think she might be somewhat capable of surviving in their world. At least longer than any old joe off the street. ]
I guess you could call it an elephant on the rampage, when there are giants out there in the world. [ He was so helpful, wasn't he? At that point, the drink he had ordered from the bar had arrived and he took it up to take a sip. Unlike his "friend," Bob liked his "girly" drinks: fruity, brightly colored, and everything. ]
Okay, long story short- you might lose a good chunk of the state. Might seem catastrophic on a national level, but like I said- there are bigger and badder options out there.
I guess you could call it an elephant on the rampage, when there are giants out there in the world. [ He was so helpful, wasn't he? At that point, the drink he had ordered from the bar had arrived and he took it up to take a sip. Unlike his "friend," Bob liked his "girly" drinks: fruity, brightly colored, and everything. ]
Okay, long story short- you might lose a good chunk of the state. Might seem catastrophic on a national level, but like I said- there are bigger and badder options out there.
[ Well, that look was something Harry had only seen a few times from wizards far his senior, and not nearly with as much depth. To see that coming from a little girl was unnerving, but- as far as he knew, she was still a kid, if not a usual one. He steeled himself up a little after that address. ]
Well that's a title I don't get called much out of club meetings or DnD. [ He offered a small grin.
What can I help you with, Miss...?
Well that's a title I don't get called much out of club meetings or DnD. [ He offered a small grin.
What can I help you with, Miss...?
LALALA going for AU, rather than rehashing their canon meeting...
hecalledmeivy
2014-12-05 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
I am the Archive.
[ Which. Is all the name that she has. It's enough - for her. ]
In the larger context of things, you cannot help me, and I cannot help you. It is a part of the neutrality that binds me.
However, as another side in the global balance of power has broken rules to procure certain information, I am allowed to point you in a direction that will be, if nothings goes majorly wrong, be beneficial to you. May I come in?
[ She could have come to him in the office, of course. She didn't. ]
[ Which. Is all the name that she has. It's enough - for her. ]
In the larger context of things, you cannot help me, and I cannot help you. It is a part of the neutrality that binds me.
However, as another side in the global balance of power has broken rules to procure certain information, I am allowed to point you in a direction that will be, if nothings goes majorly wrong, be beneficial to you. May I come in?
[ She could have come to him in the office, of course. She didn't. ]
That is pretty big, and you know it yourself.
[ Her eyebrows drew down, and she gave him a speculating look. ]
Is there any remote chance that we could open a portal and leave the depends-on-how-you-look-at-it big thing to be Nevernever's problem, for once? They do seem somewhat more likely to be able to look at such problems in perspective.
[ Her eyebrows drew down, and she gave him a speculating look. ]
Is there any remote chance that we could open a portal and leave the depends-on-how-you-look-at-it big thing to be Nevernever's problem, for once? They do seem somewhat more likely to be able to look at such problems in perspective.
[ Ah, aren't those looks precious? Bob leans against the bar, his head coming to rest against his fist. ]
Creative idea, but the power you'd need for that would require a god, and unless you wanna go around calling up ol' One-Eye or his ilk, that means it's out of the question. [ But this was where Bob was a scaredy cat; he wanted nothing to do with the higher powers, other than when it involved getting information. And even then, that risked getting him killed. ]
There is oooone teensy possible option, however. It'll cost you a date, should you succeed. [ At which, Bob innocently took his drink up again and took a sip. ]
Creative idea, but the power you'd need for that would require a god, and unless you wanna go around calling up ol' One-Eye or his ilk, that means it's out of the question. [ But this was where Bob was a scaredy cat; he wanted nothing to do with the higher powers, other than when it involved getting information. And even then, that risked getting him killed. ]
There is oooone teensy possible option, however. It'll cost you a date, should you succeed. [ At which, Bob innocently took his drink up again and took a sip. ]
[ That was a name he hadn't expected to hear outside of hushed conversations. Of course Harry knew what- who- The Archive was, but he hadn't expected it to be someone so... tiny. The wizard's brow furrowed as he took another look at this girl; the temptation to use his Sight was strong, but if she was telling the truth, that could very well bite him viciously on the ass. ]
... [ Without a word, Harry went to his door and opened it up, stepping through to the other side. His threshold wasn't strong; hell, it was practically nonexistent, but there was something there. He turned around on the other side and faced Ivy - he hated doing this, but better safe than sorry. He stared at her quietly - if she really was The Archive, she should understand what he wanted her to do: cross without his invitation, and leave some of her power (however much it may be), at the door.
He even stepped back to give her enough space to do so. ]
... [ Without a word, Harry went to his door and opened it up, stepping through to the other side. His threshold wasn't strong; hell, it was practically nonexistent, but there was something there. He turned around on the other side and faced Ivy - he hated doing this, but better safe than sorry. He stared at her quietly - if she really was The Archive, she should understand what he wanted her to do: cross without his invitation, and leave some of her power (however much it may be), at the door.
He even stepped back to give her enough space to do so. ]
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