Gift Exchange

[genpcs_a]

[OOC: So this here post can be used for quick 'Character X got Character Y a new pair of _______________ for the holidays' lists, or play out the giving, or whatever. You can RP it out, just make note of it, or even post your own thing outside of this list if you prefer! HOORAY FOR PRESENTS!]

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[metsandjoes]

[Merry Christmas, Harry! There's a festive Met at your door with a little Santa hat on.

It's even got a sticker that says;

"To: Harry Dresdon.

From: Albert W. Wily."

It's going to look up at you with it's big robotic eyes and... Shoot a laser blast at you.]

[no_love_potions]

[Albert who?]

[Suddenly a laser!]

Holy crap!

[Harry Dresden springs into action with reflexes honed by years of battle! He expertly jerks his head back from the door, whacks it against the door frame and falls backwards onto his ass.]

Son of a bitch!

[He rubs his head for a second before realizing that the door had swung open and that there were currently no explosive wards between him and the little homicide-bot.]

Crap! Riffletum!

[He throws his left hand up, bringing an invisible half-sphere shield into existence in front of him. Hopefully just in the nick of time before getting his head shot off.]

[metsandjoes]

[You get to keep your head today Mr.Dresdon, however, the little machine is going to charge and tackle your little shield. Well it's more of a headbutt seeing as it's body is all head.]

[no_love_potions]

[There's a flash and sharp crackle when the force of the Met's tackle hits the shield and the kinetic force is converted to light and sound harmlessly.]

Oh, screw this. Malivaso!

[He tosses his right hand forward when he casts that spell, gathering the energy around him that caused technology to fritz out and focusing it into a sharp blade and casts it straight at the stupid little robot jerk.]

[metsandjoes]

[...Well. You win this round Mr.Dresdon. The machine does indeed fritz out. Don't mind it as it lifelessly stumbles over.

Way to break your Christmas present.]

[no_love_potions]

[Oh, good, it's dead. Harry grumbles a little and gets to his feet, rubbing his head where it smacked the wall, and nudges the robot with his foot and pulls the sticker off its head. Wily, Wily... where had he...? Oh, right, Haircut. That explains that.]

You'd think I'd start expecting this kind of crap by now. [And then he turns his attention back to the downed bot.] And as for you.

[And a few minutes later the Met is deposited in its final resting place: the dumpster out back.]