Line 01 - Open to Action

[willyouwalk]

You know, I’d almost forgotten how much I dislike the East Coast.

[The feed opens up on a fairly “punk” looking teenaged boy with a light (way lighter than Sadie’s) English accent. He looks about as bored as you can look without being a slab of redwood. He has several Egyptian charms on his wrists.]

San Francisco may have its fog and weird weather patterns, but at least it isn’t so…crowded. It smells better, too.

[Well, at least it smells better than Brooklyn. The camp, actually, is pretty nice. Not that he’s going to admit it, however]

Moving on. My name is Tybalt, I’m on the Path of Bast, and if anyone needs me, check a roof. Please, don’t need me.

[And cut the feed]

Comments

[willyouwalk]

I could just put you on the ground and it wouldn't be a problem then, either. I don't trust you loose.

[lastplaceigo]

I've been fine loose for years. Untie me.

[willyouwalk]

Let me rephrase. I don't trust you around me loose.

[lastplaceigo]

[That is not a nice smile.] Just let me go and I won't do anything. Truce.

[willyouwalk]

Nope, sorry. Not buying it.

[lastplaceigo]

I promise. Look, see -- not even crossing my fingers!

[willyouwalk]

...I'm putting you on the ground first.

[So he does. It's not hard at all to hoist Margot over his shoulder, get down, set her down, get back on the roof, and mumble the release spell.]

Now leave me alone, or next time I may not let you go.

[lastplaceigo]

Wow, thanks. Real gentleman.

[She's travel size, for your convenience.

Oh, look. The ground. And freedom. Margot's day is on the up and up.

She dusts herself off like nothing terrible just happened, nope, and flips Tybalt the bird.]

Yeah, yeah. You and your stupid string, I'm so scared.

[With a huff, she stalks off. She'll get him later.]