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Adjusting | Open RP | Post-Daghmiir

(Because I'm not sure if anyone actually saw this...)

(If Will's replying, it's been a couple months, and she can do stuff, but her wrists still hurt a lot. Still paranoid, though.)

It had been a week since Angie had gotten back home. She sat on the couch, not able to really do anything. Her wrists were still healing, after being shattered and not properly set until she’d been rescued. It only contributed to the feeling of helplessness. She wanted nothing more than for everything to go back to normal, how it was before that whole damn mess. Where she could actually do things for herself without somebody else’s help, and her and Will were actually almost planning a life together, and she didn’t feel paranoid that anybody who knocked on her door was Daghmiir in disguise.

Angie was sitting there, lost in her thoughts, the only thing she could do, when there was a knock at the door. She sat up, looking at the door warily. “Who is it?”

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Waking Up Broken

It had been three more weeks of no response from Leyman. His wounds hadn't been healing, mind hadn't returned, and no more messages. Finally measures had been taken by the Winter Queen herself. Ice. He had spent three weeks in her garden encased completely in ice, untouchable, unresponsive. Even then, his wounds didn't fully heal. His arms, legs, organs, sure, but his hands and back... Ghoulfire left the most untouchable wounds. Mab's treatment only managed to cover the cleft in his spine with new brittle skin. That's all that would ever be able to be done. He'd been marked again. Three days after he'd emerged he lay in the same bed as before, face down and shirtless. He had new trousers, apparently tailored to suit him out of some sort of soft fabric that clung to him. A cuff lay thick around his wrist to signal him as guest of the Winter Knight and to keep tabs on him. His hair reached past his shoulders and eyes, and he had a thick beard under sharp, malnourished cheekbones. He was far from fully healed. And he was waking up. Stirring for the first time on his own in two full months, Leyman began to surface from his mind by a choice other than his own. His empathy was off the charts from just the air around him. Sleep, he wanted sleep, damn it!!

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

A voice, very weak and easily able to be missed, drifted through Dresden's mind one day, one he knew but may not be able to place. "Dr... es... ... he... help... me..." The link was highly unstable, wavering in and out without any sort of rhythm.

Harry sat in his cottage on demonreach hearing the voice in his mind. He tried to amplifiy it again ”Leyman….Is that you?” He asked trying to bring his own mind voice back to where the link was. Amplifying it with magic.

A small, pained noise of affirmation. " 's... ime t... get m... ow..."

Harry sighed ”I swear Leyman, Peter told me he had to pull your ass from a hole in a maze too.. When are you going to take my word and see and learn from the nevernever?” He stood up and got his staff and blasting rod ”Where are you?”

There was no smirk, no bitter laugh, no vague thought of a smart remark, only flickering waves of pain. " D'know... ush in... my fl... t. Tr... k me..."

Harry sighed. ”Ok, i will go to your flat and see if you have any hair or something there. I will keep this link open, i have just put some soulfire into it to make it stronger.” He pushed on his amulet to get the fastest way to London and started walking

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The voice made a small noise and faded fully out for a good minute or so before returning with obvious effort. "H... th' lin... I ca... o it m... self..."

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(In case ya missed it (:   )

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Call For Help | Closed RP w/ harrydresdenpi

Angie frowned at the text, hating that she had to ask for help, his help, of all people. She forced herself to swallow her pride and texted back.

"It's about Will...I'd rather talk about it in person... --Angie"

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PETITION TO SEND PETER/DRESDEN-MUN / BIGFANTASY TO THE BBC

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(( Time jumped because Ace really needs to be male right now.

The Duel ))

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Absence

Groggily, Leyman stirred in his huge armchair with the sudden realization that he was very stiff. Odd afterimages floated about at the back of his mind, things that didn't make any sense, so he wrote them off as dreams. Sweat covered him, and instantly he knew what must've happened (well, what had most likely happened). His injuries were still in full effect, but his leg throbbed and twinged. He had gotten a bloody infection, but warded it off. Should be better now. Carefully blinking open his eyes, he turned to look at the old two handed clock on the wall. 10:00. Well, not too bad, only been out for a few hours. He was unaware, however, that he'd slept through a complete day.