Miscellaneous Ideas Thread

Prince Charon

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DhampyrX2

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#2
Can Discworld really survive for an extended period without it's favorite reluctant hero? Who else can catch that kind of hell while trying his best to run away from it?
 

bissek

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#3
Evangelion/Dredsden Files. There are fifteen additional Fallen Angels bound to silver coins that the church doesn't know about. Their names? Sachiel, Shamshel, Ramiel, Gaghiel, Israfel, Sandalphon, Matariel, Sahaquiel, Iruel, Leliel, Bardiel, Zeruel, Arael, Armisael, and Tabris.
 

SotF

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#4
bissek said:
Evangelion/Dredsden Files. There are fifteen additional Fallen Angels bound to silver coins that the church doesn't know about. Their names? Sachiel, Shamshel, Ramiel, Gaghiel, Israfel, Sandalphon, Matariel, Sahaquiel, Iruel, Leliel, Bardiel, Zeruel, Arael, Armisael, and Tabris.
Honestly, I'd modify Tabris from a straight up Denarian type.

Perhaps he's the son of one who's luck ran out. On the plus side, he's not trapped with the coin, on the negative, well, he's been mashed togather with a human soul.
 

bissek

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#5
Dresden Files/Chrono Crusade: A certain group of Fallen Angels are one of Harry Dresden's regular enemies. A certain Risen Devil visits Chicago to pay his respects to his partner's grave every March. The collision should be interesting.
 

Pirazy

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#6
How about a LotR-crossover?

With this guy..


Walking into Mordor? Gatts will walk through Mordor and tear Sauron a new metaphysical asshole.
 

bissek

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#7
Gargoyles/Dresden Files:
Xanatos joins Marcone on the list of non-magical mortals who are recognized as freeholding lords on the Unseelie Accords.
 

SotF

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#8
bissek said:
Gargoyles/Dresden Files:
Xanatos joins Marcone on the list of non-magical mortals who are recognized as freeholding lords on the Unseelie Accords.
With gargoyles you would need to figure out how to explain the 3rd Race somehow.

Macbeth popping up to borrow one of the swords would be amusing as well, not to mention dealing with the real Excalibur being in NYC.

Of course, both courts might have a hands off agreement where Oberon is the equal of the Queens and can keep a handle on Puck to keep him from causing mayhem.
 

Nemi

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#9
SotF said:
bissek said:
Gargoyles/Dresden Files:
Xanatos joins Marcone on the list of non-magical mortals who are recognized as freeholding lords on the Unseelie Accords.
With gargoyles you would need to figure out how to explain the 3rd Race somehow.

Macbeth popping up to borrow one of the swords would be amusing as well, not to mention dealing with the real Excalibur being in NYC.

Of course, both courts might have a hands off agreement where Oberon is the equal of the Queens and can keep a handle on Puck to keep him from causing mayhem.
And then there is Oberon's Titania. A fusion rather than a crossover could work.

Idea:

A young man walks into Harry Dresden's office, he has bandages on his cheeks, and is wearing green long sleeved shirt and full length pants. He wears a baseball cap backwards, the lip covering the back of his neck.

"I am looking for someone, Mister Dresden, if he is here, you are the most likely to find him. My name is Naoki, and I am looking for a white haired man who dresses in red. His name is Dante." He took a small bag from his pocket and pushed it over. "This is what I can pay you in. I do not know if you will deem it acceptable tender, though."

The hair on the back of Dresden's neck stands up. "Thanks, right. I'll get back to you..?"

"I can come back in a few days."

"Lovely. I like to have a solid date on these things, you know. Come by tomorrow."

"This time."

For the life of him (literally), Harry wasn't certain if he meant that he would be back at the same time tomorrow, or that he would listen, this time only. The fact that the creepy kid smiled for the first time made him settle firmly on the latter.

"A question before I go, Mister Dresden. Having the choice between powers, would you choose to strengthen what you have, compliment what you have, or the opposite of what you have?"

Meanwhile, an beautiful blond boy in a french cap shows up in Saint Mary of The Angels. He seems terminally amused, but he makes Michael and the Father itch.

The next day they meet and Harry names his price. Naoki asks him another question, "What would you rather be strong against, yourself, your enemies, or your allies?"

He's always asking him these strange questions. Until he cannot find Dante.

"As expected, yet I had hopped...I am the Hitoshura, conjure by it at your own risk," He smirked as he threw Harry's line back at him, then handed Harry a box. "But to avoid that as I am far above your pay grade, this. Consider it a tip, or a gift. Many things happen to you, Mister Dresden."

"Thanks, what is it?"

"Power. Power that only you can use. It will change you, but you and your will shall remain your own. It will change you, it can change the world."

"This wouldn't happen to have belonged to some chick called Pandora, would it?"

Naoki laughed. "No, though it can be your hope, if the need is ever strong enough. Tell me Dresden, will you fight?"

Fight him? This guy was progressively creeping him out more and more. He liked him though, for a given value of like...but he was certain he'd get his ass kicked, and that this guy would play for keeps. "No."

"But thou must."

Years later, when his daughter was taken he gripped the box. A fourth option. Denarian, Darkhollow, Mab, or this mystery. If it petered out, there was always Mab again.

Will you fight? The memory echoed in his skull.

He must.
 

Crusader

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#11
A crossover between Delta Green and the Pariah by Graham Masterton. Alongside the main character, a cell of Delta Green operatives are called in to investigate the strange murders in Granitehead, Massachusetts which is all connected to the sinister entity imprisoned in an sunken old ship.

If I ever manage to get my hands on a copy of Tengu by Graham Masterton and read through it, maybe I could write a reverse fic where a Chinese businessman summons a demon or a monster of Chinese folklore to take vengeance on the Japanese for Suzhou and Nanking in 1937 and the comfort women.
 

SotF

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#12
Not sure how to set this kind of thing up, but Tavi vs Thrawn. I'm not really sure what kind of insanity would come out of that kind of conflict, but it would be amusing to watch unfold.

And for bonus points, the Wraiths thrown in at a later point.
 

crazyfoxdemon

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#13
Dresden Files Idea

What if Kincaid were to die? Who would the Archive go to to get a new bodyguard? Harry Dresden that's who.. And everyone knows Harry's a sucker for little kids...
 

Crusader

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A short Bolo story where an old Mk. XX Bolo and at least three Yavacs of the Deng fight alongside each other against a common foe invading a Deng colony, possibly a Malach army
 
#15
A Codex Alera and Dresden Files crossover would be nice....
Tavi as one of the Freeholding Lords. The awesomeness of both series combined would make the world explode.
 

Thorn

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Dresden Files, Post Changes.

Post Changes Idea.
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The light at the end of the tunnel is bright. Too bright. When people talk about near death experiences, you don't hear them bitch and moan about retina scorching pain, just their elation of having made the discovery of the after life. They are not me. I'm Harry Dresden, professional wizard, and just when I finally was about to run all the bases with my good (and hot) friend Karrin Murphy, some asshole had the balls to shoot me. Make that 'Dead Professional Wizard'. The light seemingly got brighter as I got closer, and I had to lift my hand to shield my eyes. The Big Man, Uriel, St. Peter, Lucifer, or whoever the hell I saw on the other side of it was going to get chewed out for this

Then the light engulfed me and suddenly there was blackness. A more muted flash of blueish light lit up the darkness and a tall, blond woman stepped out. She was attractive, not Ms. America, but attractive nonetheless. I had once described her as amazonian. Now I knew better. Nordic Angel of Death fit better, these days.

"Gard. That light was fucking bright. Tell the All Father to cut back on the blinding fluorescents."

Gard, or Sigrun if you prefer, was a true life Valkyrie, employee of Donnar Vadderung. Translation: She's a minor Norse god, hand maiden to the big chief himself, Odin. She gave me a flat stare, before rolling her eyes.

"Even in death, Dresden, you cannot keep your remarks to yourself."

Convicted smart ass, that's me.

It was only then I took a look around the inky blackness. The light emitting from Gard had provided some visibility and I realized I was in Graceland Cemetery. I did a quick 180 and gulped as I read the tombstone before me.

'HERE LIES HARRY DRESDEN - HE DIED DOING THE RIGHT THING.'

The grave had been filled and covered...

My mouth opened, then shut again. I had died after slitting the throat of the mother of my child. I had died after committing genocide against an entire race of vampires. I had died after saving my daughter...

The tombstone was right. I had died doing the right thing. It brought me no comfort. My humor sufficiently snuffed out, I turned back to Gard and spoke quietly,

"So what is this?"

"Monoc Securities has taken an interest in you Dresden."

"I figured as much, what with your boss riding in on a bolt of lightning to kick vampire ass with me."

She nodded. "And now, you've perished."

My eyebrow quirked up. "I can't help but feel we're inching closer to a point. We've established my lack of life enough."

From no where apparent, she handed me a piece of paper.

'MONOC SECURITIES TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT: EINHERJAR'

My mouth opened slightly before I lifted my eyes back to the tall woman.

"I thought I was under contract with Mab."

She shook her head. "The mantle of winter passed back to the Queen of Air and Darkness upon your death, Dresden. Your 'contract' so to speak, is up for grabs and there are very few who may offer you a position at this point."

I could only think of two others at this point. "What, Uriel didn't want to pursue our work relationship? I must've been a crappy intern."

A grin tugged at Gard's lips. "I'm faster than the Angel."

Ah. So maybe He did have more plans for me, the All Father just reached me first.

My eyes went back to the so-called contract, scanning through it. Some sections caught my eyes.

'Benefits include:Return to Midgard, increase in physical and magical traits, flexible hours, paid housing, and lightning fast transportation' The last bit was likely literal. I had seen Vadderung come and go from Chichen Inez back to Monoc in a single flash of lightening. I continued my scan.

'Duties: Assist Valkyries[Brynhildr,Sigrun,Hildr] in matters of supernatural security. Defend against Vanir threats. Return 'sleeping' Aesir to active duty. Protect the All Father, Odin at all costs. IN THE EVENT OF RAGNAROK: Defend Valhalla and the High Gods.'

Gard's blue eyes were looking at me expectingly. I had no clue where to start, so I picked a topic at random.

"So...Ragnarok, huh? Still hasn't happened? Fenrir and the old man haven't thrown down yet?"

Gard's eyes flashed with hate. "The vile beast yet sleeps. Jormungandr still grasps his own tail, and Loki has yet to show his cowardly face."

"The recruiting of the other Aesir?" I asked.

"The times are quiet, many of my brothers and sisters forget themselves. Still, we must seek them out and remind them. We must prepare for the end."

"Look. This all sounds cool, being an Einherhar and all, but I remember who you're under contract with right now. I refuse to work for Marcone, so I'm afraid you're going to have to take your job offer somewhere else."

"You needn't worry about that."

"But the contract states that I have to assist the Valk-"

"I'm aware of the contract. I wrote it. If you would let me finish, I was saying that the contract states that you must assist the Valkyries in certain matters of supernatural security. John Marcone's case is a personal contract, and while he does benefit from our help now and then, he primarily serves as one of our ears to the mortal and supernatural communities."

Monoc backing Marcone's entry into the Accords suddenly made a little more sense.

"How much time am I looking at here? It says flexible hours." Yep. That's me, arguing for free time, even in death.

"Normally, your assignments would be very specific and time consuming, but Mr. Vadderung has taken special interest in you, Dresden. Given the locale of Chicago and the events surrounding it lately, your duties as Einherjar would not often take you away for long."

"What if I decide to wait around for Uriel and the Big Guy?" I like to explore my options.

"You, work for Uriel? Somehow I don't see that going over well Dresden. After all, one of his resume highlights is 'Slaughtering First Born Egyptian Children in the name of the Almighty'. Somehow I don't see your personalities meshing."

The lady had a point. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Didn't seem like I had much of a choice.

"Where do I sign?"
 

Thorn

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Yup. Don't much care either. The idea struck me as soon as Odin was introduced and stayed with me through the entire story, the end of Changes just gave me the excuse to use it. It'll be blatantly AU as of July, but eh.
 

Ordo

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Thorn said:
"You, work for Uriel? Somehow I don't see that going over well Dresden. After all, one of his resume highlights is 'Slaughtering First Born Egyptian Children in the name of the Almighty'. Somehow I don't see your personalities meshing."

The lady had a point. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Didn't seem like I had much of a choice.

"Where do I sign?"
Oh please, like Odin's hands are so free of blood :)

An interesting start, curious to see where you take it.
 

Thorn

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After signing my name on the dotted line, darkness over took me and a burning desire to just breathe hit me. I gasped in a breath and began to sit up û and hit my head before I could even get a quarter of the way up. I rolled to the side and instantly came against a wall. No head room. No room to roll. And that air was
seeming awfully sparse.

Oh. Shit.

I was in my coffin.

I fought down my panic, forcing myself to breath sparsely. DonÆt get me wrong, IÆm not claustrophobic or anything û not after living in my (now burned down) apartment- but thereÆs something about lying in your grave, six freaking feet under that tends to set off your instincts natural panic button. I tried to calm myself and think of my options. As always, my mind provided its usual solution: fire.

No, Harry, that wonÆt work. In a space as small as this IÆd fry myself before I blasted to the surface. Earth magic then, which I really wasnÆt all that proficient with in the first place. Now I had to use it without my blasting rod, staff, or even more than a couple inches of wiggle room.

ôOk, Harry,ö I muttered ôyou can do this.ö

I gathered in a moderate amount of energy and focused upward, doing my best to keep the magic smooth.

ôGeodas, geodasàDispertiusö I heard a rumble and the sound of loose soil scattering around the side of the coffin.

ôAlrightàthat shouldÆve at least loosened things upàletÆs add a bit more juice now.ö

I drew in a heckuva lot more power. Coffins are heavy things, and IÆm not exactly weightless myself. It was gonna take a bit of power to propel myself over six feet through the air and onto solid ground. With any luck, IÆd break my coffin in the process. I took in a deep breath; I didnÆt have the option of holding back, it was either bust out of here, or die again.

ôVentas Servitas!ö At first I wasnÆt quite sure that anything had happened at all. Then I found myself pressed against the top of the box, instead of the bottom.

ôOh, crap.ö With a massive thud, I hit the ground on my side, all my breath forced from my lungs. A glimmer of light seeped in and I realized that the coffin had splintered. Oh thank God, they had used wood. I drew back my leg and as hard as I could kicked at the crack. The force put my foot entirely through, surprisingly.

Right. Enhances physical strength. Part of the whole Einherjar deal.

As I squirmed my way out, I had to fight the strong sense to groan out
æBraaaaains.Æ

ôBraaaaaaaaainsàö At times, I lack self control.

Sufficiently amused with myself, I got up and brushed the dirt off of my burial clothes. It was a suit, in case you were wondering, and it was damned nice. In fact, I only knew one person that could afford one of this quality. John Marcone had evidently paid for my funeral garb. I was nearly surprised, until I remembered that this was very much like him. Half the city believed I was working for the crime lord. Paying his respects would only cement the idea that he had been in control.

I took a look at the city lights from Graceland and narrowed my eyes.

Harry Dresden was back from the dead, and someone was going to pay.

But first, I was at least a few days late for a date.
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I approached MurphyÆs small house warily. I had veil up, not knowing if she was being watched. Seeing as how I was dead, I was pretty sure she wasnÆt, but it never hurt to be careful. A few people had called me paranoid. Lately, I wasnÆt bothering to correct them. I went around to the back and knocked on the door. Her bedroom light flickered on and I heard the sounds of someone moving through the house and toward the door. She opened it slightly and squinted into the darkness.

ôKarrin, ItÆs me-ô Before I could even finish indentifying myself, she struck. She kicked the door open, sending it careening into my face and before I could even recover she pistol whipped me in the face. She dropped me to the ground, twisting my arm at an awkward angle and I knew the barrel of her gun was pointed directly at the back of my head. I idly noted that my veil went down.

ôYou motherfucker!ö She screamed. Karrin was screaming, and I was understandably terrified, although a part of me objectively noted: What the hell else was I expecting from Karrin Murphy?

She wasnÆt done, not by a long shot. She kicked me onto my back, putting her boot down on my neck, a crunch away from crushing my wind pipe.

ôWho are you!? Who killed Harry!? Answer me you son of a bitch!ö The hammer of her gun clicked back in anticipation.

ôKarrin,öI croaked out, ôItÆs me, I swear.ö

She kicked me hard in the ribs with an incomprehensible scream of rage.

I tried again. ôYou remember when we met? I was a Ragged Angel, the word was that a little girl had been kidnapped, and I was the one that had her. You didnÆt bust me, remember?ö

ôYou shut the fuck up!ö Her voice cracked, and I heard anguish heavily coloring that rage. IÆm glad I didnÆt have the Sight on, because IÆm sure if I had seen my best friend as she truly was at that moment, my heart wouldÆve broke.

I did the only thing I knew to do at that moment to confirm to her I was who I said.
Me and Karrin had never soul gazed. If you didnÆt know, a soul gaze is initiated when a practitioner of sufficient power meets someoneÆs eyes for anything more than a quick glance. For most people, continued eye contact is merely uncomfortable. For a wizard, itÆs look into some oneÆs soul. They say eyes are the windows to the soul; itÆs not just a saying people.

We locked eyes, and hers widened as she realized what was happening. She tried to pull away, but it was already too late. Every wizard goes through a soul gaze a little differently. My friend Ramierez says that he hears them, like music. Others are more vague and esoteric still. I tend to see someone as they are, and what they could become.

Murph was hanging on by a thread, and it broke my heart to see it. The Chicago PD had forced her into early retirement and that left a bruise on KarrinÆs very being. She was a proud, strong woman. One that took her commitment to the people of Chicago very seriously. Hell, she had once stared down a giant Billy Goat Gruff into submission over her oath. But that wasnÆt what had her so broken down. Karrin knew she was losing her job, but she was proud that she had lost it doing the right thing. No, something else had scarred Murph far more deeply and I knew what.
My death.

She had always reacted strongly when my life was on the line. She had given me a couple good bye kisses in those scenarios before. She had been bracing herself for loss. This time thoughàI was stolen from her at a time when she least expected it. It was supposed to be a time of recovery. Hell, we were supposed to go on a date and make love that night. Instead she came back to the Water Beetle and saw my body floating in Lake Michigan.

I turned from Murphy Present and stared at what she Could Be. To my utter surprise, there was only one path in front of her at the moment. Fidelacchius blazed in the little blondeÆs hands, her gold hair blazing brightly with the reflection of the holy swordÆs blinding light. She was an angel of death, and she was avenging the hell out of me.

In an instant we were pulled away from each otherÆs souls. I looked up at my best friend. Her blue eyes were wide, and steadily filling with tears. She dropped to her knees and draped her body over mine and I found myself in a bone crushing embrace.

ôOh, God, HarryàItÆs really you.ö She sobbed. ôWe lost you Harry. Dear God we lost you. I came back to the boat and you were there floating in the lakeàthere was blood all around you Harry. We buried you!ö

I shushÆed her gently, running my hand through her hair. I sat up, and brought her into my arms, picking her up to her feet easily. I wouldnÆt carry her, her pride didnÆt need any more blows. I found my body surprisingly unhurt, despite the beating my friend had just unleashed on it. ôLetÆs get inside, Murph. We can talk there.ö

She sniffled and nodded, trying her damndest to compose herself. We got inside and she shut and locked the door. The two of us walked to her living room in silence, and she turned on a lamp. She turned to me and gave me another crushing hug. She let go and looked up at me, seemingly composed for now.
She only spoke one word. ôHow?ö

ôYou remember the guy with the spear in Chichen Inez. Kicked major ass, used lightning as a method of transportation?ö

She nodded.

ôThat was Odin, Lord of the Aesir, The All-Father. How caught up are you on Norse mythology?ö

She shrugged. ôThor, Odin, Loki, Valkyries. Horses with more legs than necessary.ö

I snorted. ôOk. LetÆs go from Valkyries. You remember what they were supposed to do?ö

She shook her head in the negative, so I continued my explanation. ôTheyÆre tasked with the responsibility of choosing the souls of dead warriors, to prepare them for Ragnarok. AKA, the end of the world. Or at least as far as Norse Mythology was concerned. Anyway, these dead warrior souls were called Einherjar.ö

She nodded her head, putting the pieces together like I knew she would.

ôMarconeÆs security agent, Gard. SheÆs a Valkyrie. She came to me when I died, offered me a deal.ö

Her eye brows scrunched up. ôSo, youÆre working for Odin now. What about Ma-ô

ôDonÆt say her name!ö I interrupted her. ôWhen I died, my deal with the Winter Queen expired. That doesnÆt mean IÆm in any hurry to see her again, though.ö

ôWhatÆs this deal with Od-ô

I interrupted her again, and I caught her eyes flicker with annoyance. ôCall him Donnar, or Vadderung. Saying his name any more could summon him. I donÆt expect heÆd cause any harm, but that doesnÆt mean heÆd be happy about it either. Sorry.ö

ôWhatÆs your deal with Vadderung, then?ö

I shrugged. ôFrom what I can tell, IÆm supposed to just keep on where I left offàI just have to keep my eyes out for certain things now. Out with the Red Court, in with the Vanir. Oh, I have to look for sleeping Aesir and be ready to kick ass at Ragnarok if it breaks out too, I guess.ö

ôSleeping Aesir? How does that work?ö She asked.

ôBeats the hell out of me. WasnÆt really explained. Guess IÆll know it when I see it.ö
She nodded, apparently accepting that explanation.

ôBut youÆre not going away againàright?ö I could hear a faint twinge of apprehension in her voice.

ôNot if I can damn well help it, Murph.ö

She breathed out a sigh of relief and gave me a genuine, beautiful smile. She opened a cabinet and pulled out a little box of mints, handing me one.

ôYour breath,ö she started ôis stale as shit.ö

I took the mint and chewed on it. After about the third crunch, Karrin lunged at me and pressed her lips to mine. I returned the favor, and before long the kiss deepened. We stumbled backward, lost in each other. She fumbled with her arm, and I heard the click of the lamp being turned off before we fell to her living room floor, never breaking contact.
 

Prince Charon

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#21
Interesting, that it is.
 

crazyfoxdemon

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#23
Watashiwa said:
Thorn on Dresden
You had my interest until the end. I ship Dresden/magic, so I can't continue with your fic now that you've destroyed the OTP. :p
I agree.. I have no problem with Harry/Karin shipping.. But I think you went a little too fast there. Sure they took the first step at the end of Changes, but not to the point where they go straight to the snookie...
 

Prince Charon

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#24
crazyfoxdemon said:
Watashiwa said:
Thorn on Dresden
You had my interest until the end. I ship Dresden/magic, so I can't continue with your fic now that you've destroyed the OTP. :p
I agree.. I have no problem with Harry/Karin shipping.. But I think you went a little too fast there. Sure they took the first step at the end of Changes, but not to the point where they go straight to the snookie...
He just did the 'Slain and Risen One' thing, so its easily forgivable. Trauma makes you do the wacky.
 

Thorn

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#25
Never said it was going to be Karrin/Dresden, and besides, they were planning on it anyway at the end of changes. Karrin straight up said "I'm gonna go bang a random dude."

and Dresden was all "I volunteer!"
 
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