Chain 036: Dresden Files

Chain 036: Dresden Files
Location: Free Choice (Chicago)
Age: 25
Identity: Outsider
Drawbacks: [+500] Death Curse, He Who Walks Beside

[300/1500]  One Sip
[900/1500]  Venator
[1100/1500] Stars And Stones
[1500/1500] Empty Night
[Free]  	The Jumper Files

Ten years of utterly trolling Harry Dresden.

Ten GLORIOUS years.

Okay, I'll freely admit that Harry tried to kill me because I was an outsider. And that I was actually VULNERABLE to his magic, whereas anyone else's basically didn't affect me. As I found out the hard way when I showed up. He gave me a soul gaze, utterly panicked over what he saw and actually swallowed his pride enough to call for literally everyone to help him.

Considering my nature as an angel hybrid that can regenerate from literally anything as long as my horcrux remains intact, and my horcrux always being placed in a particularly secure place in every world I visit, it was actually kind of comical if you ignore how painful the process was. Up to the point that I pointed out that this wasn't going to get anyone anywhere, that I had a visa for a ten year visit (I actually magicked up a US visa for that purpose with an Outer Gates stamp inside), and if they had any others that they wanted to get rid of, I'd be happy to help.

Also that I was Harry Dresden's new roommate and no one could talk me out of it, but I promised to chip in for my part of the rent and that I had to help save the world when things happened here, because come on, I'm keeping my stuff here, it would be a dick move to rent a house and then burn it down.

This went over about as well as you would have expected. That is to say, GLORIOUSLY.

Of course, part of carrying my weight as a roommate involved supplying barbeque on demand, and occasionally showing up when things got more difficult than they ought to be.

"Hey, hold on a minute, this is Earth, right? I thought Bush was supposed to get a second term after- ohhhh, never mind, you didn't have that happen here."
>"...What?"
"Oh, back where I'm from, some lunatics flew a couple of jets into the world trade center, everything went a little nuts for .. uh, basically forever, the US turned into a bit of a police state before it became self-parodying. Trust me, you're better off not knowing. Though that world didn't have any magic."
>"Wait. You're from Earth- well, an Earth?"
"Mm hmm, lived a few hours east of here. Earth's nice but it's overrated, believe me. I'd rather be out among the stars any day, but I don't get to do that as often as I like."
>"But- you- what?"
"Yeah, yeah. I started out as human as you, Dresden. Born a few years after, maybe, in a world that's a little more in the orange direction than this one. Hey, do you guys have the large hadron collider going up at CERN? Nothing happened where I was, but I bet they'd punch a hole into the Nevernever, here."
>"...What."
"Er. Crap. Bob, did I break him again?"

Glorious.

Less glorious: other decidedly-less-friendly Outsiders coming after me, or things consistently going wrong. Or even better, the BOTH of these things happening at the same time. Of course, things tended to go wrong whenever I helped Harry out, but I thought that was just the way things went. Well, up to the point that things started going hilariously wrong when I did things myself. At which point I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, looked upward, and accused a certain someone of laughing at my misery.

Then I remembered where I was and shrugged. Building character, or something, right?

On a highly related note, killing curses do not work on outsiders. You know what does? Glass spheres with space expansion charms being thrown at them, filled with kerosene. Magical thermobaric bombs, more or less. The fuel wasn't magic, and even though a cheap fire spell might light the fuel, it doesn't make the explosion magic.