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Robert 'Bobby' Singer (uncle_bobby) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-10-27 19:01:00

Entry tags:

bobby singer, harry dresden (tv)

Who: Bobby Singer & Harry Dresden
Where: Bobby's Fortress of Awesome
When: Now-ish
What: Digging through storage
Warnings: Possible language and mis-use of muggle artifacts, not likely to be much else.

Bobby's yard looked almost the same here as it had back home, a machine shop in the back, stacks of junkers in various stages of rusting out scattered throughout. In an empty, dusty patch off the back porch there was a rough ring of hubcaps, most of them plain, but a couple, the ones that were portkeys out, were painted, there was a union jack for the London portkey, an Apple Records logo for New York, a cartoon aligator with a collar for Louisana and randomly, a bamboo torii for an empty meadow in the Japanese countryside.

The man himself was sitting in a well-worn wooden porch chair on the back porch. He wasn't as imposing a figure as people made him out to be, not quite six foot tall, even in his workboots. At that particular moment he was just watching the silver bulldog, only just starting to grow into her feet, chasing lightning bugs in the darkening evening. As promised, there was a cold beer sitting on the porch railing for his guest.

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fatedwizard
2009-10-28 02:45 am UTC (link)

The aforementioned guest was still shouting rather unbecomingly as he landed with a stumble on the other side of the portkey. He'd used magical transport before, of course, but it was always of his own devising. He knew what he was getting into, at least roughly, when he tried it. That was... different. The shout ended abruptly a second after his feet hit solid ground, and he looked around with a quick, nervous air. A small, metal clanging sounded from his wrist, a shield bracelet shaking out, which seemed to draw the attention of the dog loping around the lot. His eyes moved from her to the man on the porch, and he had the decency to look chagrined for his reaction.

"Some trip," He offered by way of greeting, letting the dog chase the tails of his duster, get his scent. Once she seemed settled, he started toward the porch, nodding towards the beer before picking it up. "Nice setup," From what he could see, it looked mostly like a scrap yard, but he felt the slight crackling of magic energies from somewhere off in the distance, interesting without being overtly threatening. He gave Bobby a politely curious glance, avoiding making direct eye contact for too long- he was feeling a bit queasy from the travel, and he didn't need to add the possibility of a soul gaze to the mix.

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uncle_bobby
2009-10-28 03:03 am UTC (link)

Bobby smiled faintly, unfolding from his seat as the man landed, watching Thatcher greet him, "Ain't it somethin'?" He shrugged one shoulder, shooing the dog into the house and waving his guest in next, "C'mon in, going to give the library another once-over, just in case it's in there, after that there's a couple back rooms being used as storage space, more'n likely it's in one of those."

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fatedwizard
2009-10-30 02:25 am UTC (link)

Harry wasn't shy about taking a drink from the beer. Hey, the person he'd replaced here somehow made his former life look rich. He didn't know where his next beer was coming from, no reason not to enjoy this one, right? Mind, that did call into sharp relief the issue of just how he was going to pay this new source, but he couldn't just fumble around blindly in this place. He'd come up with something.

The wave in was invitation enough, and he followed Bobby inside towards the library. "So, all this stuff come with you, when you landed? Or... have you just been here?" He had gotten the impression most people fell in the way he had, but Bobby seemed pretty well-adjusted to things. And first things first, he really needed to find his skull, his staff.. his things in general. If nothing else, Bobby might know how to make that happen.

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uncle_bobby
2009-10-30 02:33 am UTC (link)

"It was all here when I got here, but it's damn close enough to what I had back home that now I've got it all in the right order it's like I never left." Aside from a few things, having six out of a set of seven books where he'd only had five before, for instance.

He shrugged, "Apparently there's a TV show here that's almost exactly what I lived back home, and whoever's life I landed in here wanted to pretend to be my character in it." His brow furrowed, "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said, I've replaced a guy who was pretending to be an alternate version of me. Confusing, I try not to think about it too much."

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fatedwizard
2009-10-30 02:40 am UTC (link)

The news obviously put him down a little, but he was distracted looking over the various books and trinkets on the shelves. He recognized a few versions of Latin, a few sigils here and there. He tried not to put too much attention on any one thing, feeling something akin to walking around a gasoline farm with a lighter.

"A TV show? That's..." He scoffed lightly, a slight sign of worry, but... Like the Council would ever let them make a TV show about wizards. "If it makes you feel any better, I replaced a street performer. That's irony at its finest,"

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uncle_bobby
2009-10-30 02:46 am UTC (link)

The library had a simple organizational system for those who knew it, and a baffling one for those who didn't. It was set up geographically, texts for Eastern Religions along the east wall, western ones along the west wall and so on, older tomes at the top, newer books at the bottom, with odds and ends here and there to mark spaces where books had been taken out and left in stacks on the desk or one of the chairs.

He shrugged, "Haven't got around to watching any of it myself, not sure I'd want to, too close to home and all that." There was something that was almost a smile then, dragging an umbrella stand out from between a couple shelves, it was full of various implements, a golf club, a half-size cricket bat, a few different walking sticks, a child-sized crutch and various other sticks, twigs, and branches, "Take a look, if it ain't in here we'll head to storage."

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fatedwizard
2009-10-30 02:59 am UTC (link)

Harry stepped up behind Bobby, setting his beer aside on a table and looking down into the umbrella stand with a discerning eye. He lifted one of the thicker, walking-stick-sized branches out of the container carefully, turning it over in his hand before sliding it back in. The process repeated itself a few times, before he finally went back to the one he picked up first, settling it down on the ground next to him. It stood about to his shoulder, about as thick around as his forearm. With a 'what the hell' sort of face, he pushed just a hint of energy into the wood, satisfied with the resonant thrum he felt in response.

"Not bad. You said there was more? I could use a smaller piece, too, if you've got it," Which was true- kind of. Mostly, he was just curious to see what else the guy had. To know what he was dealing with, and all.

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uncle_bobby
2009-10-30 03:08 am UTC (link)

Bobby had watched this process, head tilting, just staying out of the way, leaning against the desk. He nodded at the question, "Yeah, c'mon." He pointed at the dog on the way out of the library, "Stay, Thatch." He snagged a ring of keys off the hook by the door, heading down the back hall and unlocking what had started out as a spare bedroom, but was now a storage space.

The walls were lined with shelves, most of them home made so that they could hold the assorted boxes, crates, jars and cannisters that any Hunter who'd lived as long as Bobby had kept around, "How much smaller are you looking for? About switch size or about wand size? Smaller than that?"

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fatedwizard
2009-10-30 03:19 am UTC (link)

Watching the dog as they passed (and wishing he could have managed to teach the same kind of obedience to Mouse), he slowed his walking as they started toward the back room. He leaned one shoulder in the doorway, giving a wary look around as Bobby went inside. Oh, right, a question.

"Wand size, or so. Left my set in my last universe, I'm afraid." It wasn't quite the same thing as a wand, but fighting thousands of pages' worth of fantasy fiction vocabulary was past even Harry's level of stubborn.

"At the risk of prying- and feel free to tell me to shut up, I get it a lot- where did all of this come from?" The guy hardly struck him as a fanatic, but then there wasn't anything inherently powerful about him that Harry could feel, either. He'd mentioned being a hunter- which, while far more descriptive than 'wizard' as far as job titles go, still didn't say too much.

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uncle_bobby
2009-10-30 03:35 am UTC (link)

He smiled crookedly once more, weaving his way through the shelves, "Here there and the next place." He shrugged, "Lot of mail order, lot of a friend of a friend type stuff, at least, that's where I got mine, going to assume whoever I replaced got his the same way."

He emerged from the stacks with a double-wide cigar box, setting it on the worktable before spinning the combination lock on it, popping it open easily enough and waving the other man over, "Take a look, not sure if any of these are anything more'n decorative, get a feeling you'll know better than I do."

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