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[this can not be happening.]
That's a phone box. You realize that, right? An artifact of one, at that.
. . .
[this can not be happening.]
That's a phone box. You realize that, right? An artifact of one, at that.
...Sure. This may as well happen.
[The summary of his life.]
[The summary of his life.]
[He'd done a lot of stupid things, and this was hardly top five. It didn't really register on the list at all. But it was still pretty stupid. Still...he adjusted his sunglasses, stepped in, and...]
[...was mildly impressed. At most.]
Hm. Spatial distortion, perhaps with a level of perception alteration to leave the outside unremarkable--well, except for the fact that it's wildly anachronistic.
[...was mildly impressed. At most.]
Hm. Spatial distortion, perhaps with a level of perception alteration to leave the outside unremarkable--well, except for the fact that it's wildly anachronistic.
Oh, spare me. I didn't do a damn thing. [He leaned back against the wall, looking around.]
Guess I've lost that bet, then. Space alien, huh?
Guess I've lost that bet, then. Space alien, huh?
...
[Honestly? He'd seen stranger things.]
El-Melloi II. Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft. Pleasure.
[Honestly? He'd seen stranger things.]
El-Melloi II. Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft. Pleasure.
...
[what a good question]
My predecessor met with an unfortunate fate a bit less than ten years ago.
[what a good question]
My predecessor met with an unfortunate fate a bit less than ten years ago.
They'll live. I'll just tell them you outran me, they'll buy that.
[A shrug.]
Whatever. It's just what a knight is meant to do, preventing wanton science experiments and all that.
[A shrug.]
Whatever. It's just what a knight is meant to do, preventing wanton science experiments and all that.
Don't be stupid, no one does that kind of thing anymore. A modern era requires a modern approach, that's the entire purpose behind my department.
[Huffing out what was probably a derisive noise, Waver tapped his fingers on the handle of his cane in irritation.]
I follow the chivalric code laid out by the Knights of Fianna. If someone's undeservedly in danger, I can't very well stand about and let it unfold.
[Huffing out what was probably a derisive noise, Waver tapped his fingers on the handle of his cane in irritation.]
I follow the chivalric code laid out by the Knights of Fianna. If someone's undeservedly in danger, I can't very well stand about and let it unfold.
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...it isn't, no.
[Sighing, Waver looked to be weighing his options; not like the weird space alien was going to go around parroting his secrets to anyone that mattered.]
I had a friend some time ago who imparted the concept on me. It's a long and complex story.
[Sighing, Waver looked to be weighing his options; not like the weird space alien was going to go around parroting his secrets to anyone that mattered.]
I had a friend some time ago who imparted the concept on me. It's a long and complex story.
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