Eighth Casefile: Reversed Fortunes

[quicktoanger]

[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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[faithfulflame]

Rei blinked in shock when there was a blonde flash in the entrance, and raised her fingers in a warding gesture, preparing to block an attack when she heard the flump of a pillow hitting Harry. And then it registered that it was Fenimore who'd come exploding into the house like a bat out of hell. And she was trying to defend her?

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."

[blessingone]

Wow, um. That's a big man. Fenimore got the impression from glancing through the window earlier that he was tall, but she underestimated just how tall he was. It's pretty intimidating -- while Fenimore's not unusually short, there's quite a difference from her 156 cm. She's not sure what she can do if he actually is dangerous, but --

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.

[quicktoanger]

Oh. Oooohhhhhhh. Well, that explained a lot, then.

"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."

[faithfulflame]

Rei barely manages to hold back laughter of her own when she feels Fenimore's embarrassment coloring her emotions. Squeezing tight, she kisses the blonde on the cheek and focuses more on Harry.

"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."

[blessingone]

Fenimore is still embarrassed, but their reactions have mollified the feeling to make the meeting only a little awkward rather than something insurmountable. The hug and kiss on the cheek from her girlfriend certainly doesn't hurt, and Fenimore smiles a little

"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.