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quicktoanger ([personal profile] quicktoanger) wrote2014-12-11 06:17 am
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Eighth Casefile: Reversed Fortunes

[Action: Your character's living room!]

I noticed a few problems immediately.

The first was that I wasn't outside of Johnny Marcone's office building. In fact, I wasn't even outside. I seemed to be in some sort of small apartment. 

The second was that I couldn't feel the Winter Mantle. Which sucked, because I had been in really, really rough shape.

The third was that I wasn't in really, really rough shape. In fact, I felt fine. The only thing that hurt was my back.

The fourth was that my back hurt. Specifically, my shoulderblades hurt. And I had the most peculiar feeling of deja vu, in the same way that getting dropped into molten steel gives you a peculiar feeling of warmth. That, and the familiarity of the apartment...

"Oh hell's bells, you cannot be serious."

[OOC: So for today's exceptionally late re-intro, enjoy 1 Harry Dresden, slightly confused, and appearing in somebody else's house for a change.]
 

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[personal profile] quicktoanger 2014-12-16 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
I was still struggling to reorient myself as I sat upright on the table, and stared up at the woman standing over me.

A wise-ass. Great. I hate competition.

"I've never had anybody eat off of me, but then, I did miss out on the whole 'Spring break and body shots' experience."

Largely because college for me was a pig-farm in Missouri with a guy who would kill me if I twitched in the direction of black magic.

"Sorry. If it helps, I do know the deal. I got dropped into Luceti once before."
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[personal profile] crimsonblade 2014-12-17 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Nel might not be a very big woman, but she makes up for it in being quick and accurate with both her runology and daggers. The moment he moves, she's a few feet back, looking as cool as a cucumber and a hand touching the hidden hilt to her weapons.

"I'm not sure what that even means, honestly. What's a body shot?"

When he mentions that he's not new either, she relaxes a little, but her hand never leaves the dagger.

"I've never given the 'Welcome to a very strange land' speech here before. I suppose I should be glad that I don't have to start today."
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