[Visual] Backdated to the start of Fairy Tale Glitch

[smecker]

Paul Smecker is sitting on the steps of a delightfully fairy-tale castle, and despite the Disneyesque sort of theme behind him, flapping pennants and pastel turrets, he is not the happiest boy on earth

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[ ...location] I have GOT to be stopped

[justaddmarbles]

From behind him - nevermind if there was no one there before, the fae do as they please - came a distinctive chuckle, and perched a few steps above Paul was...something that passed for a man. The pointed toes of his shoes curled slightly upward, his leather trousers were aged but certainly serviceable, his shirt a patchwork of fine fabrics in many colors and patterns, and his coat retained some of its finery. Still, the long, pale face with its hawk-nose and warm brown eyes should be familiar, as should the wild curls sticking out from under--

Ah, yes, there's a very particular grey fedora with a braided band 'pon the pixie's head. How curious.

"I've not heard such language in dog's years," the trickster who still called himself Glitch declared. "What refreshing boldness, sir! I'm not sure whether to dub you uncaring prince or uncouth pauper, as either suits."

[ ...location] nooo.

[smecker]

Paul nearly gave himself whiplash spinning around to look at the voice that imposes itself on his sullen musings.

"Go with the pauper," he mutters, and then squints. Two things: one, that looks a lot the fuck like Glitch-- and two, that looks a lot the fuck like Wyatt's hat.

He decides he doesn't want to goddamn know.

Paul lights a cigarette. "Not in the mood to be part of whatever story you're stuck in, Glitch. Prithee m'lord to go the hell away."

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[justaddmarbles]

Paupers were by far more interesting anyway, and this one had just said something guaranteed to capture the sorcerer's attention for quite some time.

"And why should I follow the directive of one so sullen?" the pixie asked and managed to gracefully tumble himself down to the same step as Paul, keeping a distance which was both safe and polite.

"Especially one who knows my false name when I do not recognize him. Are you an emissary of the fae?"

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[smecker]

Paul just starts laughing at that one, a half-cough on his cigarette's smoke. He waves it away with one hand then grins humorlessly up at the Glitch-who-isn't-Glitch.

"I have definitely been called a fairy a time or two. Does that count?

"As for knowing me, you could say we met in a past life."

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[justaddmarbles]

And Glitch laughs right back, a short, throaty giggle reminiscent of the time before he got his brain back. "Certainly!" he replied and bobbed his head. "As such I'll call you cousin, and say that I'm glad to...meet you once more."

The pixie understood that this was a strange land full of strange events and stranger people, and that paths tended to cross for a reason. He tipped the hat back a bit to better study his new relation, the end of his silver scar peeking out at the hairline.

"You mentioned captors, and a city, and something else which was a touch confusing. What do you believe will happen in a week's time?"

[smecker]

The sometime-FBI agent sprawls on the steps, staring up at the faux sky. "Mm. Yes. Pleasure to remake your acquaintance or some shit."

Dammit, that hat is Wyatt's. The scar is pure Glitch, except not.

"Oh, Jesus, goddamned if I know. Maybe they'll have us polka. Maybe they'll have us star in a musical. A big flaming fucking number with glitter. At least I have the legs for that."