Omake: Oh shit.
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Dances in Shadows Omake: Oh shit.
This half omake is brought to you by 20oz of beer and 8+ oz of mead. ( Don't judge me. )
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The sound of steel ringing against steel sounding out beneath him a lone man sits on a tree branch, beer bottle in hand. As he takes a swig a feminine voice calls out to him.
"What are the odds of me getting one of those?"
Reaching into the pocket of his denim jacket he pulls out another long neck before passing it to his well dressed, but "fashionably" late companion.
"Looks like its your lucky day"
Popping the cap and taking a sip she levels an annoyed stare.
"Any idea why we both got called here?"
Taking another swig he gestures out at the chaos below them.
"From what I can tell sister number one has been away for a while and does not know that sister two is now a harmless idiot. Sister two evidently used to be quite sadistic to sister one, so now sister one assumes that sister two is going to kill someone."
Tossing back another sip he continues.
"Now their brother was trying to interrupt the fight when sister one's understudy? Apprentice? Her something attacked him. Oh and there are some wizards watching from a distance from what I can tell."
"O...K.....but why are WE here?" Pulling out her phone she gestures to the screen.
"Why did the both of us get alerts to haul ass over here? Fights like this are hardly our jurisdiction."
"I haven't figured that out yet, hmm looks like the fight is moving behind those trees."
With a crash the aforementioned trees collapsed into toothpicks.
"Ah how fortunate. Think they can resolve this without anyone getting killed?"
"If they're lucky"
Suddenly one of the combatants screams over the din of combat.
"His name is Harry James Potter, AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER IT AS THE LAST THING YOU HEAR BEFORE YOU DIE!!!"
Slumping his shoulders the man sighs.
"Ah crap baskets, its a code P"
Leaning back he downs the rest of his beer in one long drag.
"Well lets get to work, ill start on the left.....and you've run off again...great...."
This half omake is brought to you by 20oz of beer and 8+ oz of mead. ( Don't judge me. )
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The sound of steel ringing against steel sounding out beneath him a lone man sits on a tree branch, beer bottle in hand. As he takes a swig a feminine voice calls out to him.
"What are the odds of me getting one of those?"
Reaching into the pocket of his denim jacket he pulls out another long neck before passing it to his well dressed, but "fashionably" late companion.
"Looks like its your lucky day"
Popping the cap and taking a sip she levels an annoyed stare.
"Any idea why we both got called here?"
Taking another swig he gestures out at the chaos below them.
"From what I can tell sister number one has been away for a while and does not know that sister two is now a harmless idiot. Sister two evidently used to be quite sadistic to sister one, so now sister one assumes that sister two is going to kill someone."
Tossing back another sip he continues.
"Now their brother was trying to interrupt the fight when sister one's understudy? Apprentice? Her something attacked him. Oh and there are some wizards watching from a distance from what I can tell."
"O...K.....but why are WE here?" Pulling out her phone she gestures to the screen.
"Why did the both of us get alerts to haul ass over here? Fights like this are hardly our jurisdiction."
"I haven't figured that out yet, hmm looks like the fight is moving behind those trees."
With a crash the aforementioned trees collapsed into toothpicks.
"Ah how fortunate. Think they can resolve this without anyone getting killed?"
"If they're lucky"
Suddenly one of the combatants screams over the din of combat.
"His name is Harry James Potter, AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER IT AS THE LAST THING YOU HEAR BEFORE YOU DIE!!!"
Slumping his shoulders the man sighs.
"Ah crap baskets, its a code P"
Leaning back he downs the rest of his beer in one long drag.
"Well lets get to work, ill start on the left.....and you've run off again...great...."