Harry found he spent a great deal of his time on the Satellite wandering around lost. Perhaps those who had known him back home might have made a snide comment about him getting overly dependent on those tracking spells he was so good at, which was rather unfair given GPS's were closed off to him, but he was convinced it had more to do with the place reworking itself every other week.
Case in point, a castle sitting right in the middle of where the library/used DVD store should have been. Really, he'd been to parts of the Nevernever, a place shaped by the whims of beings beyond mortal comprehension, that made more sense than this place. Though at least here the talking inanimate objects just offered to take his coat and give him a shave, and didn't try to rip him apart and turn his soul into something unpleasant.
Not that he was taking the shave anytime soon. Experience with prior musically inclined straight razors had taught him the dangers of that.
Anyway, he had been one more wrong turn away from shelving his pride and going back to ask that coat rack for directions when he'd stumbled upon Xion, looking as cozy as could be with her feet propped and a book in hand. Sighing in relief, a clear sign he hadn't yet noticed which book she was reading, Harry moved over toward the girl, only slightly regretting that he had to interrupt her quiet time.
"So, is this the part of the dungeon where I get guidance from the oracle, or are you the deceptively cute midboss?"
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Case in point, a castle sitting right in the middle of where the library/used DVD store should have been. Really, he'd been to parts of the Nevernever, a place shaped by the whims of beings beyond mortal comprehension, that made more sense than this place. Though at least here the talking inanimate objects just offered to take his coat and give him a shave, and didn't try to rip him apart and turn his soul into something unpleasant.
Not that he was taking the shave anytime soon. Experience with prior musically inclined straight razors had taught him the dangers of that.
Anyway, he had been one more wrong turn away from shelving his pride and going back to ask that coat rack for directions when he'd stumbled upon Xion, looking as cozy as could be with her feet propped and a book in hand. Sighing in relief, a clear sign he hadn't yet noticed which book she was reading, Harry moved over toward the girl, only slightly regretting that he had to interrupt her quiet time.
"So, is this the part of the dungeon where I get guidance from the oracle, or are you the deceptively cute midboss?"