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quicktoanger) wrote2014-12-11 06:17 am
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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That voice was familiar...and she felt a familiar sense come rushing back to her as she focused her senses.
"Harry?! Harry is that you?!"
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I actually laughed a little.
"Sorry if I startled you. You decent yet?"
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There's a lot of rustling sounds and she finally slips out of the bathroom, tying the bathrobe even tighter.
"Not completely, but better than before. I'll...go put on something suitable if you don't mind. Have a seat and I'll be dressed in a moment, I just got out of the shower."
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I lowered my hand and headed for the nearest seat, glancing around me for the props I knew I'd have. Journal, check. Any of my other stuff, uncheck. The lack of a shirt kind of bugged me, if only because I knew it'd probably make Rei uncomfortable, but they didn't drop any of my clothing here.
Because why would they, right?
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“Harry. It’s…been a while. Welcome back, I suppose.”
There’s a dry sense to her words, mirthless and amused at the same time. This isn’t the Luceti he’d left, not even close. Not the horrible prison, but rather some purgatory with a few small perks. Oh he was going to love that.
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But there was that scream.
She'd been too far away to be entirely sure she'd heard it or where it'd come from, but it did make her hurry towards Rei's house. And when looking through the window reveals a surprised Rei in a state of undress around a strange man after hearing what might have been a scream, she doesn't immediately think about the reason behind his shirtlessness (or that the man looks a little familiar thanks to an earlier event).
She's sure now. That scream must have been Rei. It's up to her to save her girlfriend. ...Save might be a strong word since it might just be saving her from embarrassment, but that's still a good cause and it could be more of an issue.
So Harry's probably not going to get much of a chance to reply when a short woman throws open the door, grabs a pillow from a seat he is not in, and throws it straight at his face. Her aim might not be entirely on point since she doesn't slow in doing so, only stopping when she can stand between Rei and Harry defensively.
"Rei! Are you all right?"
Fenimore may not have noticed that this tableau is slightly more relaxed from the one she saw through the window in that Rei has gotten dressed and Harry is sitting down casually. She'll pick up on it eventually.
OH NOES
... It's good to be back, is what I was going to say. Unfortunately, I only made it as far as 'or not' before I heard the footsteps. And then the door went open, and something was flying into my face.
Damn. Damn. No duster, no blasting rod, no shield bracelet, not even my amulet. Nothing. I was a sitting duck. Hopefully Rei could handle herself. I sprang to my feet and gathered my will, one hand batting aside the-
... Pillow?
"... What?"
A moment later, the chair overturned behind me, my hands raised as if to ward off incoming attacks with the shield spell I was about to cast, I blinked at the young woman in the doorway. I didn't recognize her, but...
She was trying to save Rei.
... She was trying to save Rei from me.
I don't remember starting to laugh, but I was suddenly having a hard time stopping.
/waaaahhh
It's an absurd picture for anyone who doesn't know Fenimore, and even then Rei has to admit that she's fighting back a laugh. It's hard, but she manages it. And to reply calmly.
"It's fine, Fenimore. I'm alright, really."
Stepping closer, she snakes an arm around the blonde's waist and pulls her back from Harry and into an easy embrace from behind, as much to show Harry that the girl isn't a stranger as it is to prove she's alright. She grins at her old friend, propping her head against Fenimore's in a show of affection.
"Harry, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Fenimore. And Fenimore, this is Harry Dresden. My friend the wizard."
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But he's laughing. And Rei is hugging her from behind and Fenimore has the sneaking suspicion that her girlfriend is holding back amusement of her own. ...And it's Harry, the guy that Rei had told her was important to her. Oh. She'd really gotten this one wrong. She brings one hand up over the bottom half of her face in a vain attempt to cover her blush.
"I heard a scream...."
Her explanation for her sudden pillow assault comes out not quite as a mumble, but her tone is certainly edging towards one. But, after a moment, she lowers her hand, resting both on Rei's arms around her waist, and attempts to collect herself, though her cheeks still retain a pink tinge. This is certainly not how she would want to make a first impression on one of Rei's friends, but she can't exactly change that.
"It's, uh, good to meet you, Harry. Rei's told me about you."
SORRY. Sorry.
"Ah, crap, my reputation precedes me, huh?."
I managed to smother my laughter, though I was still smirking a little more than I would have liked.
"It's alright. She hadn't had a chance to tell me about you, but I have to say, if my girlfriend screamed and a guy who looked like me was the reason why, I'd probably have been a lot less polite about it. We're good."
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"You're quite the the scruffy one, that's for sure. I can completely understand why."
Hopefully Fenimore will be able to get over it and move past it. She doesn't exactly want her feeling bad around Harry over a little mistake, anyway. If it'd been anyone but Harry, she'd have welcomed the distraction so she could get away.
"Thank you dear. Really."
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"If I had known how big you are, I might have thrown something harder than a pillow, so it's good I couldn't tell from the window." A rock like she had thought about might have fallen more in line with a less polite response as Harry said, but she was glad she's changed her mind. "Though if I had, maybe I would have realized who you might be. I don't know of many people as tall as you."
Or as scruffy. She'll keep that one to herself.