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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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"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.