"It is completely and utterly racist to assume that every black person you know will know every other black person you know, especially if the black people you know are limited to 'my black friend who told me it was cool for me to use the N-word, and Oprah."
Sophie looked bewildered, Nate made an aggrieved face of innocence, and Parker assumed the expression that meant she was listening very carefully because she knew it was important to make the right emotive response. Elliot just blinked.
"It is also completely uncalled for to think that black folks have some kind of magic, spiritual connection with the earth like Native American people only with more more dead chickens and voodoo, and if I hear the word Magical Negro even once I will send you TV Tropes and don't think I don't have the power to make you never come out again."
This time everyone just offered five different flavours of silence.
"And I will have you all know, people, that this does not have anything to do with the geek thing. Y'all make fun of me as it is, s'alright, its cool, but I work as hard as you do to be good at my job, and there's no tricks about the stuff I make, or the things I can do, so anyone who wants to imply that I might be coasting off of some unearned, shiftless hocus-pocus can step the hell out right now. You understand, people?"
There was no movement or response from the four people facing Hardison, except for a simultanious shift of eyeballs, and he sighed and glanced over his shoulder.
"Man, you gotta come in the fancy fireplace way, don't you? Its always about the smooth, showing-off entrance, isn't it. Like you're James Bond or something. I mean green flames in summer. Seriously? Seriously?!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt flicked a non-existent speck of dust off of his tailored black robes and gave the ladies a dignified nod. "It's good to see you again, Cousin," he murmured suavely.
Also? Tag - you're it!
Sophie looked bewildered, Nate made an aggrieved face of innocence, and Parker assumed the expression that meant she was listening very carefully because she knew it was important to make the right emotive response.
Elliot just blinked.
"It is also completely uncalled for to think that black folks have some kind of magic, spiritual connection with the earth like Native American people only with more more dead chickens and voodoo, and if I hear the word Magical Negro even once I will send you TV Tropes and don't think I don't have the power to make you never come out again."
This time everyone just offered five different flavours of silence.
"And I will have you all know, people, that this does not have anything to do with the geek thing. Y'all make fun of me as it is, s'alright, its cool, but I work as hard as you do to be good at my job, and there's no tricks about the stuff I make, or the things I can do, so anyone who wants to imply that I might be coasting off of some unearned, shiftless hocus-pocus can step the hell out right now. You understand, people?"
There was no movement or response from the four people facing Hardison, except for a simultanious shift of eyeballs, and he sighed and glanced over his shoulder.
"Man, you gotta come in the fancy fireplace way, don't you? Its always about the smooth, showing-off entrance, isn't it. Like you're James Bond or something. I mean green flames in summer. Seriously? Seriously?!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt flicked a non-existent speck of dust off of his tailored black robes and gave the ladies a dignified nod. "It's good to see you again, Cousin," he murmured suavely.