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Frogs.
It is fucking raining fucking frogs.
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden did not go to Wizard College* so some asshole could make it start raining frogs in his town. He takes a team to check it out. (His team consists of Mouse, who is now large enough not to need to sit in his pocket, and Buttercup. They are a good team.)
(*Ebenezar McCoy's second-largest barn)
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fortheliving
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"Still alive," Buttercup reports cheerfully. "Regretting her choices. I don't know what you're talking about, he was pure adorable when I said hi."
fortheliving
"He thinks the vampire he's with is his vassal, or something. Very overprotective. Got all pissy when I mentioned their tendency to eat people. Does she seem inclined to chat about her employers and/or goals?"
The ghoul spits a fang at him. "Eugh. Bad form."
The ghoul spits a fang at him. "Eugh. Bad form."
no-return
"Play nice," Buttercup chides gently, shifting his weight a little in a way that happens to put more pressure on several of the ghoul's broken bones. Her fear is delicious. "No spitting."
fortheliving
She hisses. "Fuck this. It was some kid. Changeling. He did not tell me you had friends. If I ever see him again I'm eating his face."
"Any more info?"
"He had friends. All changelings. He was working with the vampires. Let me live and you'll never see me again."
"You're hilarious. Buttercup, if you would?"
"Any more info?"
"He had friends. All changelings. He was working with the vampires. Let me live and you'll never see me again."
"You're hilarious. Buttercup, if you would?"
no-return
"Mm..."
He looks down at the ghoul. He takes a second to think it over.
Smirking, he gets up and stands back.
He looks down at the ghoul. He takes a second to think it over.
Smirking, he gets up and stands back.
fortheliving
Harry shrugs, then turns the ghoul into a smoking crater.
"Well, that was intensely satisfying in ways I shouldn't examine too closely."
"Well, that was intensely satisfying in ways I shouldn't examine too closely."
fortheliving
"Eh. She was a contract killer, I recognized her from another job. I'm not losing any sleep over keeping her from killing dozens more people."
no-return
"Suits me," he shrugs. "Beating her up was fun and all, but I'm pissed off that she ruined the nice sweater your friend gave me."
fortheliving
"It's fine. Charity Carpenter is an endless font of sweaters. She'll be happy to help. Especially if you visit her and she likes you better than me, which is likely."
fortheliving
"Probably for the best." He extends a hemispherical "umbrella" over them both from his shield bracelet; a frog skitters off of it just in time.
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