One minute I'm staring at a Red Court Vampire screeching in my face while another quite literally had impaled me through the chest from behind, then next I'm in my office hearing someone approach my door. Funny really, I was told death was comforting, but this sight was a bit to surreal to comfort me.
The man approached my door, paused a second, laughed, then finally knocked. I couldn't help but wince. Couldn't what ever being that is going to take me to my next life not laugh at the fact I had "Wizard" on the door to my office? It was bad enough that happened all to often when I was alive.
I got up out of my chair and opened the door. The figure looked like a basketball with arms, legs, a sunburned balding head, and wearing a mailman uniform. Not exactly what I had expected, though I did meet Uriel walking around as a janitor so it was not a complete surprise. It did irritate me that he was still chuckling while looking at my sign in the door glass. He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign. "You're kidding, right?"
I read the sign(making sure this surreal afterlife did not change it to something mocking like people did in real life), and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. Can we please get on with business, please."
"So, uh." He started sweating and wilting under my stare, but still managed to choke out, "Like parties?" He glanced behind me, seemingly both trying to spot a skimpily dressed assistant and trying to avoid my gaze.
Shame Molly wasn't here, he may actually have seen a skimpily dressed assistant/trainee if she was trying to rile me up again.
An uneasy silence falls between us, as I don't even bother making a reply. Strange though, I swear I have been through this before. Deja Vu, but not like the prescient capabilities of my Wizard's Sight. Why does this all seem so familiar?
The mailman hesitantly passes a clipboard over mumbling, "Sign, please." Then proceeds to hand me my mail, then hobble off as fast as he can. Huh, maybe he wasn't to take me on to my afterlife. Though if thats the case, I don't even want to think about how my office would be considered my hell...
I glance down at the letter, a years old late notice from my landlord, and get the shaking feeling that maybe this entire thing may not be what I thought. I walk over and check the calender, and notice the date on it is years behind as well. I reach down to take the glove off my left hand, only to find that it isn't there. In fact, it looks like it was never even burned, much less the fact it almost looked like a melted candle at one point. What is going on here?
I activate my Wizard's Sight on a hunch, but it didn't show me what I expected. No veil or illusions, just strange remnants of magic that I couldn't identify clinging to me, but slowly dissipating. Best had back home and ask Bob what this magic is before it fades completely, as I never seen this before.
The phone begins to ring as I head out, but I ignore it in favor of solving the strange mystery of why I am not dead. Hey, I'm all glad for it honestly, but I don't want this coming back to bite me in the ass later.
Down on the street, I nearly miss my Blue Beetle. Hell Bell's, it actually had upholstery at one point in time? Even more, I nearly forgotten it actually had some blue on it until damages replaced various parts on it.
On my drive back to my apartment, it slowly started to sink in what was happening. I was back in the past, wasn't I? Before everything started to go pear shape. My mind starting playing over various faces of friends and allies that died in the war. I could save them, protect them. Karrin, Michael, Molly, Ivy, Morgan...
A loud cough behind me caught me by surprise as I closed the door to my car. Funny, I don't remember parking. I turn around, and spot Morgan standing close looking as serious as he always does. I open my mouth to say hello, but he cuts me off.
"Warlock Dresden, for breaking the laws of the White Council by going against the flow of time you are sentenced to death." Then right after that statement, before I could say anything to defend myself, there was a loud snicker-snack and I started falling. Morgan's blade had streaks of blood down it as he brought the blade to a halt, and I couldn't help but notice a headless body wearing a canvas duster that wouldn't look out of place on the set of El Dorado standing where I was. Then everything went black as my head bounced off the sidewalk.
Next thing I knew, I'm sitting behind my desk in my office again and hearing the same footsteps from earlier approaching the door.
Hell's Bells, maybe not Morgan after all.
Again, I greet the basketball impersonating the mailman, but I don't pay much attention as my mind is already making multiple plans to keep myself alive. Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there is an invisible demon about to eat your face, or in this case a sword-happy warden about to lop off your head.
I couldn't help but spot my ad in the yellow-pages as I went back to my desk.
Harry Dresden û Wizard
Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations.
Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, or
Other Entertainment.
Maybe add something about time traveling as well?
((AN: Just a small attempt at getting the Dresden Files Loops started. The traces of magic on Dresden he spotted with the Wizard's Sight earlier is the remnants of the Harry getting shunted back into a brand new loop, which Morgan took as Harry here breaking the laws of the White Council on time travel and sentencing him to immediate death. If he waits long enough, or disperses the traces, Morgan would never know unless told.
Probably confusing, nor the best quality of writing, but I had to try. Poor Harry Dresden is the only one of all the loops that would immediately get killed if things got out about him looping, not to mention the various powers that would be out to get that knowledge from him for their own purposes.
Though what Goddess would be sent to update Harry Dresden on the loop situation?))
The man approached my door, paused a second, laughed, then finally knocked. I couldn't help but wince. Couldn't what ever being that is going to take me to my next life not laugh at the fact I had "Wizard" on the door to my office? It was bad enough that happened all to often when I was alive.
I got up out of my chair and opened the door. The figure looked like a basketball with arms, legs, a sunburned balding head, and wearing a mailman uniform. Not exactly what I had expected, though I did meet Uriel walking around as a janitor so it was not a complete surprise. It did irritate me that he was still chuckling while looking at my sign in the door glass. He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign. "You're kidding, right?"
I read the sign(making sure this surreal afterlife did not change it to something mocking like people did in real life), and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. Can we please get on with business, please."
"So, uh." He started sweating and wilting under my stare, but still managed to choke out, "Like parties?" He glanced behind me, seemingly both trying to spot a skimpily dressed assistant and trying to avoid my gaze.
Shame Molly wasn't here, he may actually have seen a skimpily dressed assistant/trainee if she was trying to rile me up again.
An uneasy silence falls between us, as I don't even bother making a reply. Strange though, I swear I have been through this before. Deja Vu, but not like the prescient capabilities of my Wizard's Sight. Why does this all seem so familiar?
The mailman hesitantly passes a clipboard over mumbling, "Sign, please." Then proceeds to hand me my mail, then hobble off as fast as he can. Huh, maybe he wasn't to take me on to my afterlife. Though if thats the case, I don't even want to think about how my office would be considered my hell...
I glance down at the letter, a years old late notice from my landlord, and get the shaking feeling that maybe this entire thing may not be what I thought. I walk over and check the calender, and notice the date on it is years behind as well. I reach down to take the glove off my left hand, only to find that it isn't there. In fact, it looks like it was never even burned, much less the fact it almost looked like a melted candle at one point. What is going on here?
I activate my Wizard's Sight on a hunch, but it didn't show me what I expected. No veil or illusions, just strange remnants of magic that I couldn't identify clinging to me, but slowly dissipating. Best had back home and ask Bob what this magic is before it fades completely, as I never seen this before.
The phone begins to ring as I head out, but I ignore it in favor of solving the strange mystery of why I am not dead. Hey, I'm all glad for it honestly, but I don't want this coming back to bite me in the ass later.
Down on the street, I nearly miss my Blue Beetle. Hell Bell's, it actually had upholstery at one point in time? Even more, I nearly forgotten it actually had some blue on it until damages replaced various parts on it.
On my drive back to my apartment, it slowly started to sink in what was happening. I was back in the past, wasn't I? Before everything started to go pear shape. My mind starting playing over various faces of friends and allies that died in the war. I could save them, protect them. Karrin, Michael, Molly, Ivy, Morgan...
A loud cough behind me caught me by surprise as I closed the door to my car. Funny, I don't remember parking. I turn around, and spot Morgan standing close looking as serious as he always does. I open my mouth to say hello, but he cuts me off.
"Warlock Dresden, for breaking the laws of the White Council by going against the flow of time you are sentenced to death." Then right after that statement, before I could say anything to defend myself, there was a loud snicker-snack and I started falling. Morgan's blade had streaks of blood down it as he brought the blade to a halt, and I couldn't help but notice a headless body wearing a canvas duster that wouldn't look out of place on the set of El Dorado standing where I was. Then everything went black as my head bounced off the sidewalk.
Next thing I knew, I'm sitting behind my desk in my office again and hearing the same footsteps from earlier approaching the door.
Hell's Bells, maybe not Morgan after all.
Again, I greet the basketball impersonating the mailman, but I don't pay much attention as my mind is already making multiple plans to keep myself alive. Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there is an invisible demon about to eat your face, or in this case a sword-happy warden about to lop off your head.
I couldn't help but spot my ad in the yellow-pages as I went back to my desk.
Harry Dresden û Wizard
Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations.
Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, or
Other Entertainment.
Maybe add something about time traveling as well?
((AN: Just a small attempt at getting the Dresden Files Loops started. The traces of magic on Dresden he spotted with the Wizard's Sight earlier is the remnants of the Harry getting shunted back into a brand new loop, which Morgan took as Harry here breaking the laws of the White Council on time travel and sentencing him to immediate death. If he waits long enough, or disperses the traces, Morgan would never know unless told.
Probably confusing, nor the best quality of writing, but I had to try. Poor Harry Dresden is the only one of all the loops that would immediately get killed if things got out about him looping, not to mention the various powers that would be out to get that knowledge from him for their own purposes.
Though what Goddess would be sent to update Harry Dresden on the loop situation?))
