canon is stil the Dresden Files

[in_the_book]

Okay, mun. You've found me a game, and you're working on an app. I can deal with that. I don't have to like it, and I'm pretty sure it's just going to louse things up for everyone, especially me.

But you've got a hell of a lot of nerve picking that canon-point. If something happens to Murph because of you pulling me out...

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[stalksthedarkness]

[Sudden camera flash!]

Well I don't think anything bad will happen to them, whoever they are.

[in_the_book]

[What the hell...? He blinks away spots from his eyes. Hope your negatives get exposed, pal!]

Much as I'd like to trust that, with where my mun's pulling me from, he's leaving her at the mercy of some very nasty creatures.

[stalksthedarkness]

Yeah? Uh, like what kind of nasty creatures?

[spacedragonmonk]

[Dresden would hear a SNOP! behind him and, upon turning, would see a scaled woman offering him what is distinctly a beer while drinking her own.]

Tell me about it. Mundy's are right scunners, ain't they? Always so needy an' demandy with their drama scragshite.

[in_the_book]

[For a moment, an amused grin plays at his lips. The same kind of insatiable curiosity about things that go bump in the night that Susan had always displayed.]

A scourge of Black Court Vampires, led by one of the most powerful practitioners of black magic I've ever encountered.

[in_the_book]

[He distinctly did not jump. Nope. And he should know better than to take food or drink from strange beings, but with the day he's been having, it's worth a shot. He accepts it with a nod of thanks.]

Ugh. Tell me about it. Bad enough I've got a real, gets paid to tell my stories writer out there, but now this mun guy too? Sheesh.

[spacedragonmonk]

[Hey, she's not strange! She's a perfectly normal human being with aesthetic martial arts training who just happens to have the reawakened blood of a dragon flowing through her veins! More normal than 'Guy who just happens to be everyone's pawn'! To her anyways]

Ugh, tell me about it. I was this Mundy's [She waves hand vaguely upwards] fething player character in a tabletop so I got to have all the fun of being in the shitty stories with none of the bennies of 'oh yeah at least some jackass somewhere is making money off of me and I can totally sue if I find him' but then he decides to pull me out after months getting my place in his brain all lined up? What a jackass.

[in_the_book]

[Hey, he's not everyone's pawn. Just... various vampires, faeries, fallen angels, necromancers, sorcerers, warlocks, and... um...

Getting the impression that the whole lot of them are a bunch of bastards. If I ever find any of them, boot will meet ass.

[spacedragonmonk]

[Harry honey, Raziel from Legacy of Kain called and he selling a river called De Nile]

We'll take turns. I'll joint lock 'em while you bury your treads up into their assholes. Or that stick of yours. Either-or. Not picky. Then we'll switch.[siiiiiiiiiiiiip]

[in_the_book]

[On his budget? That sounds like a pyramid scheme.]

[He takes a long drink.]

Best idea I've heard all day.

[stalksthedarkness]

Really? Vampires that use magic? Well I guess it's not too odd, considering the two are sometimes one and the same. But I can't say that I've ever heard of vampires using magic before. Are they what, undead witches who suck blood?

[spacedragonmonk]

[Nah nah, its totes legit!]

I'm a veritable fount of them. A right damned fountain of wisdom, spewin' the righteous word all o'er the damn place, scunner.

[in_the_book]

Some of them, maybe. A lot of them just get the magic 'cause it comes with being a vampire.

This one though... real nasty piece of work.

[in_the_book]

No brag, just fact, huh? You sound like Thomas.

[spacedragonmonk]

Dunno who he is, but I'll assume its either a compliment or a sidejawin' comment. I'm fine with that either way.

[stalksthedarkness]

Serial killer nasty?

[in_the_book]

Little of both. He's my half-brother. Kind of a egomaniac sometimes, but he's family.

[in_the_book]

Worse than that, really. Impossibly old, impossibly powerful, and utterly lacking in anything resembling humanity. We're all just food to her.