![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
In Continuing With The Trend...
Another Dresden fic, because... Well, because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ja_bucc and cyloran (and also eliyes) were writing Dresden fics and I have this habit of chasing bandwagons, what can I say. :3
Murphy slammed the door shut behind her, backing against it while Harry dug through his desk drawer, searching.
"Harry, what are you doing? Get a chair! A box! Anything!"
Harry stopped digging long enough to give her a look, "Murph, those things out there are ghosts. They're not gonna care if there's a chair in their way." He leaned back down into the drawer, "I just need the proper-- aha!"
The door rattled in its frame.
"Harry!"
Harry ran to the door and quickly slapped a small, tattered bit of paper against it. It stuck fast, like tape, then began to glow a soft blue. The door continued to shake, and Murphy backed up until she felt Harry put a hand on her arm, "It's okay, the spell erects a barrier that spirits can't cross." He tapped at the window. On the other side, a greenish forrm in the vague shape of a man clawed at him without result, then, screeching its displeasure, vanished.
Murphy sighed, relaxing only slightly. "Ghosts," she said, pointedly. "I'm in the know for two weeks and now you're telling me ghosts are real."
He shrugged, helpless, "It's not like I'm allowed to give you a primer--"
Murphy's expression stopped him. In a single, fluid motion, she'd pulled her gun and pointed it at something behind him. The wizard spun, shield bracelet at the ready.
Two ghosts stood in the doorway on the opposite side of the room. Unlike the vague shapes outside, they were defined and sharp; if it hadn't been for the slight orange glow both gave off in the dark of the room, it would have been difficult to peg either as a ghost. Murphy kept her gun trained on the closer of the two, a tall man in a well-tailored suit.
Harry dropped his arm. "Murphy--"
"We need to leave, Harry. Now."
"Murphy, would you just--" He reached for her hand and attempted to lead the gun down. She wouldn't budge.
"Iron hurts ghosts, right? Iron jacket. It might buy us enough time to get away."
"Ahem," said the male ghost. Both turned to him. "Lieutenant, might I suggest you save your rounds -- we mean you no harm. Indeed, we are friends."
Murphy glanced at Harry. He nodded and sucked his teeth, clearly not having planned to have the conversation just yet. "Murph," he said, glaring slightly at the ghost, "this is Bob." The ghost-- Bob --bowed, and offered a placating smile. "And that's Winifred," Harry continued, gesturing to the dark-haired female ghost just beyond Bob. "They're my... roommates."
Murphy dropped her gun to her side, "Your roommates? What, are you in college?" She caught herself. "Harry, they're ghosts."
Harry nodded, "Yep."
"They're ghosts," she repeated. "They can't be your roommates because they're ghosts and... we were just fighting ghosts."
"Wandering spirits," offered Winifred. Murphy turned to her, and so she continued, "They are spirits without a purpose. They wander, angry, and know neither friend nor ally."
"So, what does that make you?" Murphy asked, "Homebodies?"
Bob grinned and pulled Winifred close, "In a way. We are... Grounded ghosts. Settled spooks." Harry groaned. Bob's grin turned slightly sinister, "Domestic dead."
"Alright, enough," Harry all but walked through Bob to get to the lab door. "We've still got a gang of angry poltergeists out there that need to be taken care of before they hurt someone." He turned and glared at Bob, "You are not helping."
"I am ever the spirit of aid," said Bob with an innocence that hardly outplayed his smile. Winifred hid her face in his shoulder to conceal her laughter.
Harry turned to Murphy, but she was biting back her own smile. He threw up his hands, "I give up!" He retreated into his basement laboratory, grumbling.
Murphy walked over to stand next to the two ghosts, "I think I see where he gets it from."
Bob nodded, "Naturally."
ja_bucc and cyloran (and also eliyes) were writing Dresden fics and I have this habit of chasing bandwagons, what can I say. :3Murphy slammed the door shut behind her, backing against it while Harry dug through his desk drawer, searching.
"Harry, what are you doing? Get a chair! A box! Anything!"
Harry stopped digging long enough to give her a look, "Murph, those things out there are ghosts. They're not gonna care if there's a chair in their way." He leaned back down into the drawer, "I just need the proper-- aha!"
The door rattled in its frame.
"Harry!"
Harry ran to the door and quickly slapped a small, tattered bit of paper against it. It stuck fast, like tape, then began to glow a soft blue. The door continued to shake, and Murphy backed up until she felt Harry put a hand on her arm, "It's okay, the spell erects a barrier that spirits can't cross." He tapped at the window. On the other side, a greenish forrm in the vague shape of a man clawed at him without result, then, screeching its displeasure, vanished.
Murphy sighed, relaxing only slightly. "Ghosts," she said, pointedly. "I'm in the know for two weeks and now you're telling me ghosts are real."
He shrugged, helpless, "It's not like I'm allowed to give you a primer--"
Murphy's expression stopped him. In a single, fluid motion, she'd pulled her gun and pointed it at something behind him. The wizard spun, shield bracelet at the ready.
Two ghosts stood in the doorway on the opposite side of the room. Unlike the vague shapes outside, they were defined and sharp; if it hadn't been for the slight orange glow both gave off in the dark of the room, it would have been difficult to peg either as a ghost. Murphy kept her gun trained on the closer of the two, a tall man in a well-tailored suit.
Harry dropped his arm. "Murphy--"
"We need to leave, Harry. Now."
"Murphy, would you just--" He reached for her hand and attempted to lead the gun down. She wouldn't budge.
"Iron hurts ghosts, right? Iron jacket. It might buy us enough time to get away."
"Ahem," said the male ghost. Both turned to him. "Lieutenant, might I suggest you save your rounds -- we mean you no harm. Indeed, we are friends."
Murphy glanced at Harry. He nodded and sucked his teeth, clearly not having planned to have the conversation just yet. "Murph," he said, glaring slightly at the ghost, "this is Bob." The ghost-- Bob --bowed, and offered a placating smile. "And that's Winifred," Harry continued, gesturing to the dark-haired female ghost just beyond Bob. "They're my... roommates."
Murphy dropped her gun to her side, "Your roommates? What, are you in college?" She caught herself. "Harry, they're ghosts."
Harry nodded, "Yep."
"They're ghosts," she repeated. "They can't be your roommates because they're ghosts and... we were just fighting ghosts."
"Wandering spirits," offered Winifred. Murphy turned to her, and so she continued, "They are spirits without a purpose. They wander, angry, and know neither friend nor ally."
"So, what does that make you?" Murphy asked, "Homebodies?"
Bob grinned and pulled Winifred close, "In a way. We are... Grounded ghosts. Settled spooks." Harry groaned. Bob's grin turned slightly sinister, "Domestic dead."
"Alright, enough," Harry all but walked through Bob to get to the lab door. "We've still got a gang of angry poltergeists out there that need to be taken care of before they hurt someone." He turned and glared at Bob, "You are not helping."
"I am ever the spirit of aid," said Bob with an innocence that hardly outplayed his smile. Winifred hid her face in his shoulder to conceal her laughter.
Harry turned to Murphy, but she was biting back her own smile. He threw up his hands, "I give up!" He retreated into his basement laboratory, grumbling.
Murphy walked over to stand next to the two ghosts, "I think I see where he gets it from."
Bob nodded, "Naturally."
BWEE OMG BWEE
I CAN HEAR BOB'S VOICE
MURPHY ILU ;O;
AHHH BWEES
So, when did you watch the series?
no subject
I told you, I didn't even get through the first episode because I am a ginormous wimp and it was SCARY, but dude, Murphy is also in the books! And the tabletop game! I just kinda go "MURPHY ILU ;o;" whenever she comes up, in general.
BECAUSE I LOVE HER.
LET'S DO A CROSSOVER WHERE SHE HANGS WITH DETECTIVE RENEE MONTOYA.
MAYBE HARRY AND CHARLIE COULD HANG OUT, TOO.
MURPHYYYYY ILUUUUUUUU ;o;
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
NEVERTHELESS, THEY SHOULD DO COFFEE.
no subject
Wait. How would Montoya drink through her mask? How did Vic, for that matter? WE SEE HIM DRINK TEA.
no subject
Hm. This is mysterious. o_o
Harry: A-d'uh, it's magic.
Bob: Tea magic.
Harry: Yes. That.
no subject
If anyone is an expert in tea magic, it's Bob! XD
no subject
Yay for tea and Bob! Although I assume he either picked it up after he was dead... somehow... or else did more traveling to the Orient that most people in his time. Which, y'know. Is possible. Wizards an' all.
Meanwhile (iirc), Harry can't even make himself a decent cuppa. He seems to live off Guiness and cereal. Not neccessarily as a dish.
no subject
Actually, it was a bit of a jab at a line from the show; Bob is introduced to another detective as Harry's "tea expert" by the not-so-quick-thinking wizard. X3
I just had the horrific taste-image of what cereal would taste like with booze instead of milk. Yeck!
no subject
I am serious, I wanted to be Ariel until I saw Belle.
*serk* Did Bob get asked any tea-related questions and flub the response remarkably?
lyrics-bomb!
I wish I had some goddamn milk
My cheerios just ain’t the same
I wish I had some goddamn milk
Too bad the milkman never came
I can’t go, out to the store
I’ll just wait ’till mommy buys more
I’ll just have, wheat thins and beer
If I get sick the toilet is near
-Milk (Ode to Billy), Anthrax, Attack of the Killer Bs
no subject
Pffft that song. XDDDD
no subject
Anthraaaaax. XD
no subject
no subject
The only time I ever intake any amount of alcohol is when I'm eating a tri-tip roast -- you must add beer to the sauce, then let it cook for 3-4 hours. Harvest Blue Moon is best, but I've had some success with Wingwalker (and, to a lesser extent, Arrogant Bastard).
no subject
no subject
<3 <3 <3 <3
"Wandering spirits," offered Winifred. Murphy turned to her, and so she continued, "They are spirits without a purpose. They wander, angry, and know neither friend nor ally."
"So, what does that make you?" Murphy asked, "Homebodies?"
Bob grinned and pulled Winifred close, "In a way. We are... Grounded ghosts. Settled spooks." Harry groaned. Bob's grin turned slightly sinister, "Domestic dead."
*dies some more*
no subject
*offers towel, in case of coffee mishaps*
no subject
*borrows towel for any further fic silliness*
no subject
Wait... you're hearing Bob? Please share with the rest of us -- I'd love to hear Bob read a dictionary. >:3
no subject
Now THAT would be schweeet! I've often thought that Terrence Mann should do one of those car navigator thingie voices. I'd put in addresses for everything--going to the grocery store, the library, the vet, work, family get-togethers, etc.--just to hear him tell me to, "Turn right, now. Destination 1.2 miles....". :D I'd probably get lost on purpose, too.
no subject
no subject
no subject
LOL! Thankfully I was not imbibing liquids at the time I read this.
Bob: (confidentially) She forgot "amorous apparitions."
Winifred: (snuggling close) Perhaps a demonstration, my Lord?"
Harry: Um, guys? PG rating here, 'kay? Get a room.
no subject
Admittedly, a house haunted by forever-flirtatious ghosts would probably be a vast improvement on most spooks. Except for the (not so) occasional snogging through the walls.
no subject
Hey, how about "horny haunts" or "shagging shades"?
[/silly]
no subject
Harry: BOB! B|
no subject
*snickers*