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Moving Day

{Heyup--so Sarah has been moved from here, shortforadragon-slayer, to shortforadragonslayer, which is a separate account instead of a sideblog like this}

{So...see ya there.}

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(she cheers quietly and hops over the windowsill.) Why five minutes? You don't need weapons or anything. This is a sneaky mission. (she trails after him like a bouncy duckling.)

(glancing at the stairs, she barely refrains from jumping and sliding down the banister. this is not her home, and that would be rude. possibly the only thing she misses, being on the road all the time, is banisters.)

( he listens to her speak, not once offering anything in return. he just stares blankly, hoping she’ll understand that he doesn’t give half a shit. )

Meet me downstairs. Five minutes. 

( he steps away from the window, allowing her to enter if she wants. he grabs his coat and leaves quickly, making sure she isn’t directly behind him. )

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[text: will]: you have no idea. [text: will]: yes and therein lies the problem [text: will]: hospitals provide awesome pain meds [text: will]: and then tell you AFTER you take them that you prolly shouldn’t drive [text: will]: colorado. you?

[text: trouble]: sounds creepy. very creepy. [text: trouble]: and probably very fishy smelling. [text: trouble]: you went and got your arm actually looked at, right? [text: trouble]: mortal doctor or magical, doesn’t matter which [text: trouble]: where even are you?

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[text: will]: knew he was magic, but thought he'd just summon a big carnivore or two like he does when he's out & about being evil. [text: will]: but it seems he'd got stuff ready-made in large numbers at his secret base [text: will]: i'm good unless you can die from a busted wrist [text: will]: puppet. attack. lobsters. [text: will]: lobsters should not be that big. or that coordinated

[text: trouble]: you didn’t think to check on that before you went in? [text: trouble]: you’re ok though, right? nothing life threatening? [text: trouble]: did you say puppet attack LOBSTERS? [text: trouble]: she’d turn me into something unpleasant, that’s for sure

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parallelpaths:

[text: trouble]: less mad and more annoyed. [text: trouble]: What did you do? [text: trouble]: Madeline would kill me if you died

[text: will]: oh good. [text: will]: What I always do, fight bad guys. [text: will]: Only this bad guy turns out to have been some kinda magic person and did not fight fair. There were puppet attack lobsters. [text: will]: Don’t be silly, she’d turn you into a stoat. Anyway I’m not dead.

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parallelpaths answered:

[text: trouble]: Yes! Sarah, what did you do?

[text: will]: Ah. How mad are we talking about, here? [text: will]: Alternately, what if I did get hurt but only a little? [text: will (unsent + deleted)]: In the interest of honesty. [text: will]: Hypothetically.

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bloodypart:

Can I say no, or. ( probably not, but hey. he tried. wasn’t like he was sleeping, anyways. only losers go to bed before two. ) 

Whose lair is it.

Why on earth would you do that? It's an adventure, Emmett. One without anything large that wants to eat you. It's like an adventure specifically for you, because there's almost no chance of getting eaten! (this is something she's pretty sure is important to him.)

A bad guy, of course. Who else has a secret lair? Well, some good guys, I guess, but I wouldn't take you to break into a good guy's secret lair. That would be rude. Are you going to let me in? Or I suppose you could come out instead. But I thought you liked using doors and walking on the ground, and if you came out the window we'd have to go by rooftop. We could do that if you want.

(she'd had the impression he wasn't the sort of person who would find running and bouncing across the city high above the streets fun, but there's no reason not to offer.)

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Hey Emmett. Hey Emmett. (tap-tap on the glass.) Psst! Emmett! (it's one in the morning and she is perched on your windowsill looking delighted.)

D'you wanna help me break into an actual secret lair?

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A talking sword. I'm Sarah. I might be crazy. (she's certainly weird. most of the sane people she knows are not very nice people.)

Do you think you're crazy? I don't mind if you are. We can be crazy together. Some people say going looking for dragons on purpose is crazy, or anything that wants to eat you really, but I think if you've got enough practice it's alright. And why shouldn't a sword talk? If ships and forests and schools can have spirits then so can a sword.

Hold up. You sound crazy. Like, dude, I’m not the most mentally stable person out there - but holy shit. A talking sword? ( foot, meet mouth. )

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That sounds like fun. C'n I come? I'll pay! I'm Sarah and this (she gestures to the sheathed sword) is Peritus. He's sulking right now, though, so he probably won't talk to anybody. Sorry about that.

( what the fuck. ) … Lego Movie. I want to go see the Lego Movie. 

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Anything? (now she's curious) Even...even kiss a kelpie? That would be gross. Also you'd probably get eaten. Unless you could run really fast or fight it. You probably wouldn't want to do it alone. What do you need twenty bucks for?

I would do anything for twenty bucks right now. ( why do the movies have to be so expensive. why does money even exist. )

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Oh--hi!

Nice to meet you.