Harry Dresden (Wizard) (thewinterknight) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-09-05 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~~!35 points, ~~harry dresden (thewinterknight), ~~kvothe (the_bloodless) |
Who: Harry Dresden & Open
What: Checking out the barrier
Where: On the edge of the map.
When: Morning, 9/6
Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress
Harry wasn't really a morning person, but there was nothing better than rolling out of bed to go play around with things that could kill you. Okay maybe that was the worst thing, but Harry had worse days before. He'd once woken up dead, so there was that. But he got up alive today, resolutely, and popped back a bottle of Coke and a couple of aspirin to stave off the headache that was constantly pushing at his brain these days. Without Demonreach there to scare off the parasite crawling around his brain, Harry was pretty sure he was about to die from his head exploding when the thing made its bid for freedom. Nice way for the universe to thank him for all his wonderful contributions. Thanks for listening, God, and for saving his life Mab. Whatever. There wasn't anything he could do about it with Molly gone. Wherever she'd gone, he just hoped she was safe. That was worth dying for.
Safe and out of Winter's grasp.
Sighing inwardly, he trudged along the road to the barrier. No trucks had come through and the street was empty, he didn't have the Beetle and the Nevernever had proven useless in his attempts to get through it. So sneaker express it was. Which was fine, he was running out of things to do so walking and occasionally running made up the bulk of his day. When he wasn't screwing around with magic.
He'd come out to the barrier multiple times already, first in the week of his arrival and frequently since then. He wasn't sure why, but he just hoped that something changed and their imprisonment wouldn't be forever. Not because he didn't like Indiana, but because Maggie and the world he cared about were back in Chicago and if the Outer Gates were breached--No, stop it, Dresden. There wasn't anything he could do about that, either. Focus on the task at hand.
Harry crouched down, his staff leaned against his shoulder, as he unfolded his things on a small pillow sheet. No matter how much he searched for solutions there was the distinct reminder present in his mind that said that without Bob, he probably wouldn't be able to figure this thing out.
"Stop wallowing and pull yourself together, Dresden," he growled to himself, and stood his full height. He was near 7 feet tall, and wearing a black leather duster that hung midway to his shins. And he carried a great oak wood staff that was as tall as he was, carved with runes and hailing from the oldest tree on Demonreach's island. He'd carved it himself after Thomas and the others had left him on the island to learn about his position as 'Warden' and the secrets of the place he claimed as Sanctum. Too bad none of that mattered right now.
Harry squinted at the barrier and stepped forward, drawing up his will and preparing to funnel it through his staff as he tipped it toward the wall of energy. "Dormio dorme disperdorius," he started chanting. So he made up words in Latin, so sue him. Stupid correspondence course.