Character icons meme, addendum!
Oct. 16th, 2007 10:08 pmI realized to my chagrin that I completely skipped three of my character icons when I built my list. As a result, rather than re-order the entire list to account for those I left out, I bring you this special bonus matchup!
Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files, TV edition) / James Bond (Daniel Craig edition) / Martha Jones (Doctor Who)
007 liked his cases simple: find target, eliminate target, God save the Queen and the sanctity of Britain. Why the bloody hell M assigned him to a stakeout of robe-wearing Druid cultists in Stonehenge he could not begin to fathom--and about what the hell an American detective was doing there, also staking out the cultists, he could not begin to give a damn. On any other case, in any other country, he might almost have liked him; the man did have a certain refreshing honesty about him. But in Britain, he was out of his jurisdiction and far out of his league, and James wasn't about to let Dresden waltz off with his mission. Or the feisty, dusky beauty who'd pulled him out of the ruin that the cult leader had made of his latest Aston Martin, and then patched him back together with skilled and efficient hands.
He didn't know what strange new tech the cult had armed themselved with, that they'd flung his car a hundred feet into a ravine without any trace of an explosive device. Or for that matter, why Dresden seemed to know more than he was telling about their activities...
Or why lovely, clever young Martha, confronted with the danger at hand, did not seem the slightest bit surprised.
Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files, TV edition) / James Bond (Daniel Craig edition) / Martha Jones (Doctor Who)
007 liked his cases simple: find target, eliminate target, God save the Queen and the sanctity of Britain. Why the bloody hell M assigned him to a stakeout of robe-wearing Druid cultists in Stonehenge he could not begin to fathom--and about what the hell an American detective was doing there, also staking out the cultists, he could not begin to give a damn. On any other case, in any other country, he might almost have liked him; the man did have a certain refreshing honesty about him. But in Britain, he was out of his jurisdiction and far out of his league, and James wasn't about to let Dresden waltz off with his mission. Or the feisty, dusky beauty who'd pulled him out of the ruin that the cult leader had made of his latest Aston Martin, and then patched him back together with skilled and efficient hands.
He didn't know what strange new tech the cult had armed themselved with, that they'd flung his car a hundred feet into a ravine without any trace of an explosive device. Or for that matter, why Dresden seemed to know more than he was telling about their activities...
Or why lovely, clever young Martha, confronted with the danger at hand, did not seem the slightest bit surprised.