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Michael Carpenter | The Dresden Files (amoracchius) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2013-07-03 20:45:00

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WHO: Harry Dresden, Michael Carpenter and Briseis
WHEN: Wednesday evening
WHERE: In front of the pub and at the bakery
WHAT: Michael's just arrived
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing

Michael had gotten just enough out of Harry's broadcast to confirm to him that his friend was, indeed, also on this island. Other than that, the rest of his words had been swallowed in the static and interference that generally accompanied him. So, in the hope of them both understanding something, he had given Harry his location and was now standing there, waiting for him.

This was an entirely new experience for him. In his years as a Knight of the Cross, he had faced many strange and terrible things, but never had he been involuntarily transported to somewhere that was so obviously not Chicago. But his heart was filled with faith, not fear. He trusted absolutely that this was His plan, and that things would fall into place here, as they always did. That was the way of it, and his faith did not waver for one moment. He would not have been sent here unless He wanted him to be, and he would be sent home when His purpose was accomplished. It was that simple.

Amoracchius was strapped to his waist, and the weight of the sword silenced any last lingering doubts that he might have had. Crossing his arms across his chest and shifting his weight, he waited for Harry, curious to discover what this place was, and what their mission here might be.

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thewinterknight
2013-07-04 03:50 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, that didn't work so well last time I tried," he replied shortly. He gave Michael a Look then turned his eyes away before anything of Winter could seep through them. He didn't want to ask about Maggie, or Molly, or apologize or say anything for what had happened.

He should have seen it coming. He should have protected her, but it was too late by the time Harry understood what was going on. He shook his head physically and looked up when Briseis brought over the sodas and the doughnuts. "Thanks," he didn't ask her to let them have privacy.

She wouldn't interrupt if she didn't have to. Harry popped open the can of soda and took a healthy drink of it.

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amoracchius
2013-07-04 04:35 am UTC (link)

"Just because something fails does not mean you should abandon it forever, Harry," he said with a raised eyebrow. He took the doughnut from his plate and took a bite. "Things often do not work out the first time, or even the fifth, sixth, or seventh. That is why sometimes we must have faith."

But he left it there, and finished the doughnut, wiping his fingers on the napkin.

"What is this place, then, Harry? And what is our mission here? Has it been revealed?"

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thewinterknight
2013-07-04 04:46 am UTC (link)

He'd heard the lecture a thousand times and he never listened to it. Once. It was amusing and comforting and familiar though, and he appreciated the solidity that was Michael Carpenter. Even if he didn't want to hear the lecture. He smiled.

"A magical island," he said frankly. "Literally. I felt around and it's basically made up of power source that comes from that tower in the middle of the city. There's leylines that extend from it. A couple days ago a group of people disappeared on the horizon. There was a flash, but other than that the common way to get off the island is to die." he shrugged faintly.

"But there's portals, to be.. imprecise. Doorways. People come in from all over time and space. It's like a giant time warp."

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amoracchius
2013-07-04 04:52 am UTC (link)

Michael knew very well that Harry didn't listen. But he was patient, and he would keep repeating himself, and in time perhaps it would soak into his mind. If not, well, at least he could die knowing he'd done his best. Not every goal was an achievable one.

Perhaps he should have felt nervous when Harry described the island, but he didn't. He was here by His will, and things would happen as they were supposed to do. He did not waver in his faith or devotion, which made him calm and steadfast in the face of even the most terrifying evils. Magic? He knew that it was real, how could he deny it? He did not like many of the things Harry did, or believe that the power came from the same places that Harry did, but he would not condemn him, or refuse to believe in Harry's power. It was real, and he had seen it in action. So if Harry said that it was magical, then it was certainly something.

"So why are we here? Have you discovered that, yet?"

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thewinterknight
2013-07-04 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Harry finished his coke and his doughnut before speaking again. And even then he sort of just looked at Michael bleakly and frowned.

"No, not unless you're going to fall out of love with Charity and decide to raise a new family in the next three weeks." He blanched a little, rubbed his face and sighed. "There's no purpose I can see, Michael, we have soldiers, a crap load of supernatural beings, and a bunch of mortals. Half these people need protecting, the other half think they don't, and then a part of them just want to argue all the time."

He shook his head, thinking he needed a beer more a coke, but the coke would suffice for now. "But the purpose? There's none, Michael. I want to get back to Chicago."

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amoracchius
2013-07-04 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Michael gave Harry a look at the absurdity of that comment, but finished his coke and put it down on the table before speaking.

"Is that something that is common place? People abandoning their families back home and starting new ones here? In three weeks? Thank you, no, Harry. I'll stick with the family I have, and be eternally grateful for it." He shook his head. "What kind of a people would forget their loved ones so quickly?"

He finished his doughnut, then rose, taking the plate to Briseis and thanking her for it warmly. Returning to Harry, he took his seat and shook his head.

"There is always a purpose, Harry. It is just sometimes harder to find than others."

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