tampered | Log: Ongoing (Closed)

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Log: Ongoing (Closed)

When; Shortly after Harry Dresden's arrival
Rating; PG13ish?
Characters; Mercy Thompson (

coyote_walking)
Summary; Harry moves into the beach house
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Mercy gestured to the house as it came into view. "So... this is the house. Pretty big as you can see."

She wondered if he'd comment on the dog doors on all the doors or if he'd just assume there was a dog there - or figure they were for her cat, Medea, once he'd seen her.

"It's really way too big for just one person, but it's my home now and I just couldn't stand to leave it." Not to mention how convenient it was to the wooded area up past the beach where she could run as a coyote to her heart's content.

The hot tub was pretty darn nice too.

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"Hey, company, a potential good friend?" Mercy smiled. "All good things. Any fallout? I can deal with it."

Interesting. "Well, I clean when I'm stressed," she admitted, "so the house stays pretty clean. Oh, and bake, so if you ever want cookies or brownies, there are usually a ton of them in the freezer."

He might have responded to the mention of fallout and dealing with him but she mentioned homemade sweets and he wondered how long it had been since he had anything homemade. At least a year. When was the last time he visited the Carpenter's?

"Cookies?" If he was a dog his ears would be perked.

She nodded. "Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies." And those were just the ones she'd made yesterday,

Mmm peanut butter cookies. He gave her a covetous look and asked hopefully, "And coke?" Because really, what could be better than home made cookies and cold coke? Maybe cookie's and Mac's Ale. But really he was going to be picky here.

Mercy laughed. "And coke. Come on, I'll grab you some."

"Marry me." He replied, sounding pleased about the whole thing. "Home made cookies and coke. If you had a Burger King I think I'd reconsider not having died. Cause that's almost heaven right there."

Mercy laughed. "Been there, done that," she said, not thinking for a moment that this was not the Harry she'd known before.

"No Burger King as far as I know, but I can keep you in cookies and coke."

He blinked and raised a brow at that but she was talking about Burger King now and he gave a depressed sigh. "Yeah I heard about that. But Cookies and Coke are an excellent alternative. Homemade even. It's been a long time since I had homemade cookies."

"You'll get a lot of them if you're here," she said with a smile. "Hang on and I'll bring you back a plate and a coke."

He was welcome to follow her, but if he stayed to explore his room she'd back back in less than five minutes.

Well he's not trying to make her be his maid and cook or anything but he's giving her an eager grin. Because seriously, how did he luck out getting to stay in this plush place (which may be a little too plush for his comfort but still...) and with a pretty girl who baked COOKIES because she was upset.

Besides, maybe she was just trying to save the electronics. "Thanks." He replied warmly, deciding he'd have to get to work on figuring out how to ward a house with so many windows anyway. So while she moved away, he moved toward a window, looking at it thoughtfully. He was going to have to start writing down supplies he'd need. Man he'd give a lot to have Bob around right about now.

Mercy was back shortly with a plate of cookies and two cokes. "Hope you don't mind if I join you," she said, handing him the plate and one of the cokes. "So, what do you think?"

Harry took the coke and drank a sip with relish before biting into a cookie and pausing to stare at her and say with his mouth full "Jish ish wirry goo." He chewed and closed his eyes for a moment before swallowing and adding on, "I mean really good."

But he didn't think that was what he meant. He just.. you know, had to appreciate the gooey yumminess before continuing on. He turned and looked at the big window again. "It'll be a little more complicated to give a good solid protection on the windows, they're a natural weak point but I think I can do something modified like my duster... weave the spell into the glass maybe. And ward each window individually. I'm going to have to get a token for you and for you to give any guests you want to let in so they don't have to worry about wards blowing up in their faces."

She laughed. "Glad you like them. There's always more where those came from."

She looked at the windows thoughtfully. "Well, I don't have a ton of people coming to visit, but it would probably be good to have those tokens. And maybe some way to take them down if you vanish unexpectedly. It's a big house to always have empty."

He snorted softly. "I think moderation would be good. I need to be able to run if something tries to kill me."

He glanced at her thoughtfully. "You do have a touch of magic, perhaps I ca find a release mechanism that will work with your inherent talent."

"You're welcome to join me in my morning runs," Mercy offered. "Or come by the Welcome Center for a sparring session. Keeps me in pretty decent shape."

Really good shape, actually.

She nodded. "That might work."

Oh excellent, morning runs. He needed to stay in shape anyway, and it was always interesting to run with someone else. He'd done it with Thomas on occasion. "You know how to use a bo? I was being taught a bit but things got hectic and I kind of slacked off."

"I'm going to have to start writing down supplies." He took another bite of cookie. "Cookies first though." They all had to have their priorities.

"A little. We didn't work with it too often where I studied, but I'm a quick learner," Mercy said, enjoying the way he attacked the cookies. "I'm always happy to learn new things.

That earned a snort. "Yeah, I'm not the best to teach anything about using a bo. Murphy kicked my ass on a regular basis." The blind leading the blind.

"What kind of fighting do you do then?" Murphy was into aikido and she'd learned a lot of different weapons. Which was more useful against the supernatural than you'd think actually. Meant she was good in a pinch with things that were just laying around. And no one expects a little pixie of a woman to open a can of whoopass, especially not someone with power who knows she's mortal. They tend to underestimate all the time.

"It's a form called Shi She Kai Kan," Mercy explained. "It's designed for fighting groups of people, so it can be a little brutal. The idea is that you put someone down fast and hard so you don't have to worry about them getting up again while you're dealing wth the next one."

He'd never heard of it. But then again it wasn't like he went around memorizing martial arts styles. He was lucky to know what weapons were called when they started getting obscure. "Huh... well sounds effective at the very least. Let me guess, you're a terror?"

Mercy laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time someone's called me that, though usually they weren't referring to my martial arts abilities."

"Oh hoh, and what earned you that moniker?" That sounded like an interesting story.

"Because I had a talent for enraging werewolves?"

"That seems like kind of a bad idea to me. Especially in large groups." Werewolves plural he noted. Well, Harry could appreciate someone who picked on someone bigger and badder than them. It took a certain amount of guts, stupidity or a combination of both. She didn't seem particularly stupid. But she did seem playful. So it was likely guts or crazy in her case.

"Yeah, well, when you're the lone coyote in a pack of werewolves and you're constantly being told how inferior you are and that you're not and never will be pack..."

She shrugged. "Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

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