In Continuing With The Trend...
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kiffieAnother 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."
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Date: 2011-07-13 05:01 pm (UTC)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).
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Date: 2011-07-13 06:11 pm (UTC)