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[angel_of_prey]

[OOC: Sorry about the long absence! Final exams are done now so I should be getting back into the swing of things.]

Atop a small hill in Grant Park, there is an archangel enjoying the weather by means of sword exercises. Granted, Egon did have to call the cops first to make sure no one was going to report a crazy guy swinging sharp objects at

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[beanshield]

Bean got a little lost exploring the city, but now she has a general idea of where she is and--lo and behold--there's a video store! She practically bounces her way inside, Potato the German Shepherd right at her side. He's wearing his service dog vest today--people have been complaining.

"Ooh, this is a nice one, too! Potato, look at all the movies! Um, what do you want to watch tonight? Oh, I just got the best idea! Let's watch the X-Men movies, okay? So we're ready for the Wolverine movie tomorrow!"

She jumps up and down a few times with a little squeal. Nothing makes her squee quite like a comic book movie, even though most of the time they're terrible. Unfortunately as she's bouncing she lands wrong, trips over herself and falls right into Harry.

"Oh gosh! Ohmigosh, I'm sorry!" She attempts to pick herself up, but is now tangled in Potato's leash.

Potato, for his part, just watches the scene with what can only be described as doggie amusement.

[thepizzalord]

Harry is about halfway through reading the blurb on the back of Beowulf when something knocks into his legs, and he looks down, expecting perhaps a gnome attacking his knees or something. Instead there is a tiny girl and a dog, who seem to have become attached more than just emotionally. They are also sitting on his shoes.

"Well, normally women fall all over me, but this is a new one," he casually says to the dog.

[beanshield]

Potato just stares at Harry with that look that dogs get when they really want to tell you just what they think of a situation, but just can't.

After quite a bit of flailing and rolling around on the floor, Bean finally disentangles herself from Harry's feet and Potato's leash and she springs back to her feet, tossing her hair and dusting herself off.

"Wow, that was a tumble! Um, sorry, sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..."

She has to crane her neck to see his face. He's tall!

[thepizzalord]

Harry is quite used to interpreting doggie facial expressions, thanks to Mouse, so he just smiles innocently. Just in case.

He tries not to laugh at the girl looking up at him. "Well hello there, little lady," he drawls. Emphasis on the little.

Oh, Harry. What is it with you and tinygirls?

[beanshield]

Tall. He is very tall. His stature and the comment only serve to remind her of how small she is. She has never been embarrassed about her height, though it does get a little tiring having to stare up at things all the time.

"Um! Um, I didn't, like, I didn't break anything or, you know, stub your toe did I?" She's probably about the size of his big toe. Metaphorically, anyway. What would it be like to be the size of someone's toe? Distances would be a lot different. And of course there'd be the danger of getting stepped on. Though shrinking people to that size would have good applications for famine and world hunger and such...

She shakes her head before she gets too lost down the path of tangents.

[thepizzalord]

Harry very seriously inspects the tips of his boots, then smiles at her. "No harm done. My toes will live to be trod on another day."

She doesn't seem hurt, but it's only polite to ask. "You all right too? Well, you and your..." He gives the dog an appraising look. "...magnificent service animal there?" He is actually not being sarcastic. Harry is very much a dog person, and the only reason he is not thinking about giving scritches is because you do not pet a service animal when it's working. And chances are, it's a real service dog, not like Mouse pretended to be sometimes.

[beanshield]

Bean smiles and gets to her feet, stumbling a little but eventually righting herself. "Oh, I'm okay! Yeah, just fine. And Potato's okay too, right, Potato?"

She reaches down and pats Potato's head. Potato snuffles at her a little, giving her a somewhat exasperated look. Though he preens a little at the compliment.

"Yeah, he's okay! Um, sorry again."