#primechicagowizard

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Somewhere int he midst of what he’d been saying, Liv had gotten quite lost. He was clearly fixated on something, but the way he continued to circle around his point of discussion was starting to make her head spin. Usually he was a lot more concise in his enigmatic ramblings, however, he was making it rather difficult for her to keep up. 

Something that was only compounded by the fact that the tall man couldn’t have possibly eaten anything remotely good for him in the last little while. If she’d had to guess, she would have said at least forty-eight hours

Green eyes narrowed slightly as she rested her hands on his arms, in the vicinity of his elbows as she was far too short to reach his shoulders. “Just.... breathe. Take a moment, you’re talking in circles. Gather your thoughts, then try again. But first, I want you to tell me when the last time was you had something to eat. And I don’t mean a cracker here or a biscuit there, I mean something tangible. Filling.” If she’d been able to reach, she would have poked his temple gently with a fingertip, so settled for his chest instead. “Food makes not just the body go and the magic flow, but it makes the brain work better as well. So, first things first. We’ll get you something eat, then you can try to explain it to me again, yeah?” 

Though she may be under the protection of Mab the winter queen of fairy, when not in her court she very much had a target on her back. So this little trip to the island where the winter knight lived was a dangerous one. She had always lived with a target on her back, but the assassins had always been incompetent enough for the woman to take care of herself. But these men, the ones hunting her now were smarter, stronger, they were organized....and as strong and terrifying a force as she was, she just wasnt enough to take these seemingly endless enimies out. So Mab had instructed her to see the winter knight and have him protect her.

“Protect me. Like som weak willed woman who faints at the sight of blood!” She snarled to herself as she crossed the lake in the dead of night. Each step she took froze her path infront, while the path behind melted away into the water. Sage had a good handle on her powers already and was a literal force to be reckoned with, but she still had much to learn. She hated having to ask for help, she hated seeming or feeling weak. But here she was, going to a man she had never met, to ask him to keep her safe, well, HELP keep her safe. She rationalized withbherself. She supposed that wasnt so bad, asking to help her keep herself safe.

The sound the ice made as it froze was loud, it cracked and made sounds like shattering glass as it broke apart and melted in the lake. She was thankful for the full moon, cloudless sky and calmness of the water. It made the journey easier on her vision and body, but it also made her an easy to spot target.

“I should move quicker.” She muses, breaking out into a run. Her long white locks flowed behind her, moonlight catching them and making them glow. She could feel the energy of his island growing closer, the pull and push of its life and it was terrifying.

“How frightful, this wizard must be strong as Mab says to live in a place like that, then again she did choose him to be her winter knight night and she doesnt seem the type of woman to just choose willy knilly.” Sage sighed and began skating on the ice, moving faster so she could reach him before it got too late.

“I hope hes up for visitors. Its doubtful mab told him I was coming. She seems to like to mess with the poor man, from what ive heard at least.“ she made it to his island when the moon was high. Her feet had barely touched the sand and she felt a jolt go up her spine that made her shudder. This place...it felt awful. It made her stomach do flips and she felt ill. But shed deal with it, calm her nerves down and trudge on.

Sage was a young woman of 24, only two inches over five feet, pale skin, long white slightly curled hair, brown eyes and a pretty, youthful face with full lips. Her form curvy, busty, a little squishy in the middle, but strong muscular arms and legs. She was definitely a woman who worked out and could hold her own. But she was also a cute, pretty thing.

Bodies were complicated!

Very, very complicated.  Stupidly complicated, in fact!

Bob had been around humans for hundreds of years, passed from one wizard to the next -- he’d seen humans, learned what they did, what they liked... Oh, he practically had an encyclopedic knowledge of what they liked!  (And what they wouldn’t admit to liking).  

But actually living in a body?  A real, with-a-pulse human body?  (Thank you, Butters!  Oh, he’d done such a beautiful, beautiful job with his new body!)  Well, there were just so many moving parts.  And maintenance!  How did humans get anything done with their bodies constantly craving, needing, burning through calories and getting cold and--!

Even a month in, it was still a bit overwhelming.

Thomas had been nice enough, really generous enough, to lend ‘Robin’ some things to tide him over until he found his footing, and his own style.  Personally, Bob thought he’d been deprived of dolls as a child, and was making up for lost time (but he wasn’t going to mention it, just in case he stopped!)  But it had been a few weeks, and Chicago was getting colder.

Standing in front of the mirror in the (bloody cold!  He’d never known that before!) lab -- the only full length mirror in the house, for some reason -- (actually, a full length mirror was used for spells fairly often, but that didn’t excuse the fact that it was the only one!)  quickly shrugged into the coat Thomas had sent over.  And scrunched up his nose at his own reflection.  “He has to be taking the piss.”  He huffed to himself.

The neon glow from the 7-11 sign spilled across the wet pavement outside the convenience store, gilding the edges of discarded plastic bags and puddles that had formed in the cracks of the sidewalk.  

It was the sort of bitter cold night, the wind whipping in from Lake Michigan, that compelled all smart people (mortal, and immortal alike) to stay inside.  Preferably hidden under a slack of blankets, with a cup of cocoa, and a radiator.

From across the parking lot, Maria caught sight of her quarry-- well, of the dilapidated car that had certainly seen better days.  This guy was supposed to be a wizard?  Right... And she was looking for a wizard?  Was this what her life had become?

Shaking her head, Maria squared her shoulders and ducked between a pair of old cars, one with a faded For Sale sign penned in the window.  With frozen fingers she grabbed the door of Harry’s car, and slid inside.  She was a small thing, cheeks burnished red from the wind as she looked over at Harry.

injured / bleeding sentence starters – accepting

Cole  ( @primechicagowizard​ ) said: “Everything hurts.”

SHE ALMOST DIDN’T HEAR HIM. SO CONSUMED, SHE’D BEEN, BY THE POWER SHE FELT. AS HER RUNEBLADE PIERCED GRAY FLESH, IT CONSUMED THE SOUL THAT HAD BEEN BOUND TO IT, STRENGTHENING ITSELF AND THE WOMAN WHO WIELDED IT. FOR, SAE WAS AS MUCH HER WEAPON AS HER WEAPON WAS HER -- AN ANCHOR FOR HER SPIRIT, THE ESSENCE OF THE WOMAN SHE USED TO BE. 

EARS RINGING THROUGH HER BLOODLUST, IT TOOK A MOMENT TO PROCESS WHAT HAD BEEN SAID -- WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. NOT TWENTY MINUTES PRIOR, A LARGE CARAVAN HAD BEEN TRAVELLING ALONG THE ROAD, ABOUT A HALF MILE AHEAD OF HER. SAE SENSED THE MAGIC BEFORE SHE HEARD THE SCREAMS -- ENOUGH WARNING TO REACH THE PARTY JUST AS THE GHOULS DESCENDED. THERE HAD BEEN ABOUT THIRTY OF THEM, AND THE FIGHT WAS AS CHAOTIC AS IT WAS MESSY; WHEN HIS WORDS PULLED HER OUT OF HER FRENZIED STATE, THE FIRST THING SHE NOTICED WAS THE SEA OF ROTTEN, DISMEMBERED BODY PARTS SURROUNDING THEM.

SAE TURNED HER HEAD TOWARD THE SOURCE OF THE VOICE. A HUMAN. A MALE. LYING ON THE GROUND, SPEAKING OF PAIN BUT WITH NO VISIBLE INJURIES FROM HER VANTAGE POINT. SAE’S NATURE WAS TO HURT, NOT TO HEAL; THERE HAD TO BE SOMEONE BETTER SUITED TO AID HIM THAN SHE. BUT AS SHE APPRAISED THE STATE OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS, SAE REALIZED THEY WERE THE ONLY TWO LEFT. THE OTHERS HAD FALLEN OR FLED -- EITHER OUT OF FEAR OF THE ZOMBIE HORDE OR THE ANIMATED CORPSE WHO’D RIDDEN OUT TO MEET IT. 

FROM SADISTIC LUST TO IRRITATION, SAE SHEATHED HER WEAPON AND CLOSED THE SPACE BETWEEN THEM. DOUBTLESS SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN OF MORE USE PURSUING THE SOURCE OF THE ATTACK, BUT TO LEAVE HIM TO DIE WOULD ONLY FURTHER BLUR THE LINE BETWEEN SHE AND THOSE SHE FOUGHT. SO, SHE WOULD HELP. SHE WOULD TRY TO HELP, ANYWAY. GLOWING EYES PEERED DOWN AT HIM, HESITANT TO OFFER HIM A HAND, AS SHE WAS UNAWARE OF THE EXTENT OF HIS INJURIES. WHEN SAE FINALLY SPOKE, HER COLD VOICE RANG THUS -- 

“Harry Dresden,” Lara purred.  Her lips curved up at the corners as she looked him over with unveiled interest (and judgement).  “To what do I owe this... pleasure?”

Anxiety emanates from her, she's combing through her hair too much, standing too straight. When she sees the blond in the mirror, she let out a soft sigh, her shoulders lowering somewhat.

“Cole.” His name is both a relief filled sigh and a summons. “I must tell you, i do hate having to go to The Winter Palace.” She shakes her head as she moves forward into doing her hair. “Just the thought of going there makes me feel sick.”