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Wow. Nice tech. Flashy. And here I thought waking up in Gotham was a headache. You've got to wonder how deep down this particular brand of eccentric dedication goes -- I mean, I've dated enough cops and have the common sense to know that this isn't a regular kidnapping. No ransoms, no demands, just promises of heroism, providing we do exactly as we're told. Vague instructions and all. It's our own personal social experiment-slash-reality TV show, set in Asgard (sure), which is making it seem like someone is in desperate, desperate need of lifetime membership to Arkham. Looks like I'm batting for Team Thor. Ooh, exciting. Do I get a roommate? Are we all gonna participate in team-strengthening activities and bond over a beer and a burger? Inquiring minds. -- Kate

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You'd get along just fine in Kirkwall.

[ but-- ]

It's too bad this isn't Kirkwall. And I suppose I hope there aren't any dragons. Though once you start asking yourself "what's worse than dragons?" things tend to get sticky, don't they?

Tell me about it. I wake up every day hoping for dragons.

Well then. Maybe you ought to consider a change of location? Wherever I go, dragons do seem to follow. Not that I'm taking it personally, mind you.

[ maybe he takes it a little personally. ]

Sounds to me like you're taking it personally. But I'm guessing that your dragons are a little less figurative than mine.

Don't tell me you only have figurative dragons. That's awful.

Not sure I'd feel comfortable either confirming or denying that. But I've gotten this far without anything scaly trying to BBQ me.

I have no idea what this 'BBQ' is, but then again--we've already established not knowing can be better. I'll do my best to infer it's something unpleasant.

[ it always is! ]

When you're the one being made the centre of a BBQ, yeah, it's something unpleasant. Not the sort of attention you really want.

I'll keep it in mind. And I'm sure the jargon I've picked up will confuse and delight the locals. Do you really think it's a kidnapping, then? Not some more sinister plot?

Great. Watch it go right over their heads. I think it's a kidnapping, abduction, whatever, really. But I don't doubt it's part of a more sinister plot. You had any thoughts on it, mysterious BBQ-fearing stranger?

Only a few. It's not as though I'm not used to my fair share of ordeals. In fact, I think I've had more of those than dragons.

[ communicating this way is rather a relief, isn't it? no one can see the dark little faces you make. ]

Still, there has to be a reason. Why us? And what happens next? And will it be terrible?

[ that sort of thing. ]

Tune in next time to find out, huh.

I'll add that to 'BBQ.' Context is everything, isn't it?

Heh. Sorry. It was just your line of questioning. Made it sound like the hook for some godawful storyline.

Oh, that. That's probably because I've been spending too much time with a storyteller. Sometimes we play a game when we're going through the sewers--a game called 'Think up the hook for Hard In Hightown VII: Harder and Harder.' It's better than the alternative--which is looking down.

Probably better than the alternative of being stuck in said godawful storyline, too.

Tell me about it. All the people who think you really act like that. It's just awkward.

Guess that begs the question: Who are you?, though.

Me? No one that important, really. It's Anders.

Anders. Hey. It's Kate, like I said, but I might as well repeat it.

It helps. We have a lot on our minds, after all. Promises of heroism and doing exactly as we're told, for example.

On a scale of one to ten, how compliant do you plan on being?

I believe the best answer is "not very."

Okay. Get the feeling that most people are gonna answer that way. With any luck.

Is that what you plan on being? Compliant?

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