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A man enters the Nexus, clad in futuristic black armor, a small… 
21st-Apr-2010 07:05 pm
Oh no way
A man enters the Nexus, clad in futuristic black armor, a small golden hexagon over his heart. A collapsible shotgun and pistol are slung across his waist and hip respectively, and a gleaming silver sword is strapped to his back alongside a long, rune-carved stick. The full-sized staff in his hand is topped with strange symbols that blaze a faint orange.

Harry Dresden only pauses for a moment at the change in surroundings. He's done this song and dance before, more often than he cares to count over the last two or three years. Although this is the first time he's gone without Shepard at his side, but he instinctively knows he'll be back. And so will she.

"Have you ever been in a war? And if you have... have you ever started to wonder if maybe you picked a bad side to be on?"

[[OOC: Harry's bookverse, but split from canon as of the end of White Night. He spent some time in an alternate Chicago, fell in love with female!Shepard from Mass Effect, and eventually followed her back to her universe. He's currently at the beginning of Mass Effect 2, so expect spoilers for that.]]
21st-Apr-2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Alucard looks up from the almost worn out book he was reading. He looks like someone who just stepped out of the pages of a history book. He looks the apart of some kind of Eastern European nobility even if he's on the ghostly white side.

"Yes. And I often found myself at odds with the people I had decided to help. They were not easy to get along with or to trust fully."
21st-Apr-2010 11:31 pm (UTC)
Harry makes a face. "You couldn't trust them, or they couldn't trust you?" There is a fine line between the two, really.
21st-Apr-2010 11:54 pm (UTC)
Molly is leaning up against the wall, blue hair pushed back from her face. *

"Yeah. Yeah, I have. And ... no. That I haven't. But I didn't pick the right side. The right side picked me."

She smiles, but her eyes are downcast toward her blue checkered VANS.

*[[OOC: Molly split from Canon as of Proven Guilty, and it's only been a few months since that book that she's found the Nexus. Certain things are, as a result, still chafing a bit.]]
22nd-Apr-2010 01:31 am (UTC)
Harry is slightly startled, but happy to see his wayward apprentice. "Hey, grasshopper! It's good to see you."

She has no idea how good.
22nd-Apr-2010 12:10 am (UTC)
The Cat glances up, eying the staff in the man's hands and the various weapons strapped to his body. He's not the most heavily-armed person she's ever run across, but he's certainly in the running.

"Yes." She replies quietly. "Oh, yes I have."
22nd-Apr-2010 01:43 am (UTC)
Harry attempts a friendly sort of smile of greeting, but it mostly falls flat. "What did you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
22nd-Apr-2010 12:47 am (UTC)
"If there is one thing I have ever been sure of, it is what side I am on," the Leanansidhe says from her chaise longue in the Nexus. Sitting at the foot of the chair are three large, mastiff-like dogs, their eyes burning with a sort of faint, eldritch energy.

Lea's hellhounds.

She strokes one gently between the ears as she smiles at her godson - or, at least, one of the many versions of him running around in the Nexus. Her smile, with its pointed, dainty canine teeth, is at once pleasant and predatory.

"Even if I have done questionable things during my time on that side."

[OOC: Lea's post-Changes, but I will not be mentioning anything about the events of the book so as not to spoil the book for others.]
22nd-Apr-2010 01:37 am (UTC)
Harry's eyes narrow a little bit. "Hello, godmother." Okay, what angle is she working here of all places?

[[OOC: I've read Changes, so no need to spoiler-censor for me, but if you want to keep it up for any other Dresdenites who may pop in, please feel free to do so! Otherwise I'll edit the main post to warn for Changes spoilers too. :)]]
22nd-Apr-2010 01:11 am (UTC)
A tall old man dressed all in black frowns over the question. While the only marks visible on his face are the lines of age, there is yet something of a battle-scarred veteran about him. "There's no good side to be on, in a war."
22nd-Apr-2010 01:45 am (UTC)
Harry's eyebrows scrunch up. "Well, no, that's... not really what I..." He sighs, a little frustrated with trying to articulate exactly what it is about Cerberus that pings his Bad Touch radar. "It matters why you're fighting, though. Doesn't it?"
22nd-Apr-2010 02:09 am (UTC)
"I'm in one right now," says a young woman sitting on a nearby couch. She's looking over Dresden, unsure of what to make of his armor and staff. "I didn't get to pick which side to be on, but... well, do you mean 'bad' as in morally? Or 'bad' as in losing?"
22nd-Apr-2010 02:17 am (UTC)
"Moral. Completely and utterly," Harry says without hesitation. "I've been on the losing side a lot and I'm cool with that. But there's something about Cerberus that just... gives me the willies."
22nd-Apr-2010 03:48 am (UTC)
"Oui Monsieur" She answers quietly, her hands still at her sides as she watches a fish swim on the aquarium near her. Aquarium in the nexus? Hey, it could happen!

She turns slightly to catch his eye; but not long enough to stare. "And though I questioned some of our practices, which made us seem far to alike the enemy; I never doubted the side that I was on. That of the conquered, trying to be free."
22nd-Apr-2010 12:09 pm (UTC)
Harry's been hearing a lot of that. Sometimes it's sincere and good. Other times it's sincere and not good. She sounds honest enough though.

"Cerberus isn't quite so nice, practices or no practices. They made it pretty clear that as long as I jump when they say frog, they'll make me useful, but if I try to leave, they don't want the next guy finding me useful either."
22nd-Apr-2010 12:46 pm (UTC)
[[Hallo! Long time no see, at least in RP-land! (this is dchan (Four/Luka-mun) from BTR, btw.)]]

A scarred young woman in impeccable professional attire approaches Harry. "I cannot say that I've ever been in a organized war, but I do engage in a certain amount of fighting. I've never questioned the side I've chosen; but my reasons for fighting--I've questioned those quite often."
22nd-Apr-2010 05:03 pm (UTC)
[[OOC: Hi! :D You know, thinking back, I don't think we ever got any characters talking together when I was in BTR. Clearly this is our chance to remedy that.]]

Harry tilts his head slightly to the side, considering that. It seems like a contradiction, almost. "Not sure if your reasons are good ones?"
22nd-Apr-2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
The Chancellor looks down at the man. He looks thoughtful, then speaks, his lips not moving, which is normal for him.

"Since the point in which we had the choice of which side to be on? Not once."
22nd-Apr-2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
Harry has never seen something quite like this guy, but as someone who has spent his life immersed in the supernatural, he doesn't even blink.

"Would be nice if I had a choice. What'd you do before then?"
22nd-Apr-2010 02:37 pm (UTC)
"Not so much wondering if we were the bad side as learning the extent to which the other side wasn't bad. God, I hate war."
22nd-Apr-2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, that would suck." Misunderstandings can lead to a hell of a mess.

"I know for a fact that the Reapers are evil," Harry asserts. "One of them told Shepard all about the whole wipe-out-all-galactic-civilization-every-fifty-thousand-years scheme. I'm just not entirely sure that the side I'm on is working for good."
22nd-Apr-2010 08:36 pm (UTC)
I didn't wonder. I thought it, and then I knew. There are, of course, no prizes for guessing which side the kid in the spiky grey-black armour might have settled on. The creepy voice, the over-sized axe, and the little blue goblin-creature goggling at the magic human from behind his legs are just bonus clues. They make up for his being a little... short, under the spikes.

The Overlord watches the stranger with glowing yellow eyes as he adds, But that was before the war started. It was kind of convenient, really.
22nd-Apr-2010 08:45 pm (UTC)
Harry, towering over him at six-foot-ten, is not exactly intimidated. More amused, really, layered with a thin sheen of caution. Horrible things come in tiny packages, sometimes.

But... it's a kid. Sort of. Maybe.

"And what about after the war started?"
22nd-Apr-2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
A young man with tanned skin and incredibly bright blue eyes, dressed mostly in black and white, looks up. "I dunno if I've ever been in a full-scale war, but I've been in some small battles that have seemed just important. But... no, I've never wondered if I'm on the wrong side. Sometimes I've wondered if people on my side were doing the right thing, but generally we've been fighting the sort of people that you really don't want to let run loose."

The way Davey almost spits the word "people" when he describes their opponents suggests that he's calling them that mostly because he doesn't like dehumanizing them by calling them "things", but thinks that if anyone deserves it, they do. Then again, it's pretty arguable whether Gentry count as people.
22nd-Apr-2010 11:31 pm (UTC)
"Oh, I know I'm fighting against the right guys. I'm just not sure I'm doing it with the right people," Harry clarifies. "Methods, goals, all that good stuff. More than two sides to some conflicts."

He's rather curious about who, or what, those "sort of people" are. Anything spoken with that much hatred, that makes people feel so strongly about something, is worth taking note of.
23rd-Apr-2010 12:18 am (UTC)
A caped monkey freezes in place at this rather grand entrance. He blinks in confusion. "Are you... speaking to me?" He looks around and realizes the man IS speaking to him. "I mean, OF COURSE you're speaking to myself, Mojo-Jojo! As if there were anyone else you would want to speak to when you could be speaking to me, Mojo-Jojo!"

The chimpanzee pauses. "A war? A battle fought between two opposing sides which results in one side being a victor, a winner, and the other side being the loser? As in, the one that doesn't win?" He pauses again, considering this very seriously. "I, Mojo-Jojo, am fighting a constant war, a battle, a QUEST FOR VICTORY, everyday, against the Powerpuff Girls. Those freakish little mutants are always stopping my most clever plans. My most fiendish schemes. My evilest plots." He shakes his head gravely. "I have thus far been the loser, NOT the victor, in these battles... but one day I will prevail! I will win! I will emerge victorious! I will be the one who does not lose! And when that day comes... It is I, Mojo-Jojo, who will become the supreme ruler of all! The king! The emperor! All will hail ME!"
23rd-Apr-2010 10:33 pm (UTC)
Harry can't help but snerk. He's never seen the Powerpuff Girls, but he knows enough to recognize a cartoon villain when he sees one. "And then what?"
24th-Apr-2010 03:02 am (UTC)
"Yes, to both," shays a quiet, unassuming man with a vaguely Eastern European accent. It's also worth noting that he's got some pretty heavy duty scarring: one of his hands is missing two fingers, he walks with a limp and a cane, and there's a bit of facial scarring too.
25th-Apr-2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Harry's no stranger to battle scars, as he's got more than a few of his own, but this guy has him beat for quantity and dramatic impact. He nods politely. "What did you do? If that's not too personal a question."
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