askmollycarpenter asked: Warden Ra--er, Carlos, if you would like, you're more than welcome to come to my birthday party. No, it's not at Burger King. Alhambra Palace Restaurant at 8. Hope to see you there. :)
But if Harry doesn’t take you to Burger King, how are you going to get a crown to wear for your birthday?
I’ll see what I can do to try and make it out there. You better appreciate that I’m leaving sunny LA for the Windy City.
Anonymous asked: Roses are red and you are hot, I want you in my bed- ready or not! xoxo <3
Oh, trust me, I’m always ready.
Harry: Not. A. Word.
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Why is it so surprising that someone with countless years of experience within the art of necromancy cannot die? Death is not as final for myself as it is for you.
I invite you to try again.
Only took one bullet once pal, and that was from Dresden! He’s a terrible shot. I am curious to see how you would take being shot from 200 yards away with no one around. Very curious indeed…
*Wink*
…can you actually shoot a ghost? Because that would be pretty impressive, all things considered.
*smiling* Ghost Dust…
Trust me. If its moving you can kill it. And if its not, its because I already have.
I’ll welcome you to try ghost dust on me. If you manage to get close, that is. Forget not that I am also a warlock.
Oh yes, I’m terrified of a warlock’s ghost. Oh no whatever shall I do?
I don’t need any dust to shoot you, ghost.
I am fully aware of how restricted archangels are. Keeping to balance stops you from doing much more than idle threatening, Uriel. You are a threat, but not currently at the front of my mind.
And you think I can’t outsource my work? Have you any idea how many Nephelim are out there? How many work for us in some capacity?
Now fuck off before I decide to take a personal interest in your annihilation.
Place your interest wherever you please. I have more pressing interests to pursue, and all of them live and breathe inside this city.
Do not “waste your time” on such a minor threat when you have hoards of humans to judge. That, or we must all assume that your heaven has run out of things to do.
Ladies, angels, scary men with guns, there’s enough of Carlos to go around! No need to bicker!
I just want the record to show, Mr. Uriel, that I’m crossing myself and everything here. Todo el respeto. But this may be more a wizard’s game than yours. I know you… guys take the long view, and this is a temporary problem. I’ll get in touch with Harry and put together an exorcism group.
Oh.. please, boy, bring the fight to me. I wholeheartedly await the chance to skin you. Perhaps after that we could visit your Warlock friend and give her a real show. After all, humans have quite a lot of blood inside them.
You won’t have the chance to touch Molly. I hope you know how to party like it’s the end of the world, because I’m going to end you.
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I hope you’ve all said your goodbyes to your family…
Why is it so surprising that someone with countless years of experience within the art of necromancy cannot die? Death is not as final for myself as it is for you.
I invite you to try again.
Only took one bullet once pal, and that was from Dresden! He’s a terrible shot. I am curious to see how you would take being shot from 200 yards away with no one around. Very curious indeed…
*Wink*
…can you actually shoot a ghost? Because that would be pretty impressive, all things considered.
*smiling* Ghost Dust…
Trust me. If its moving you can kill it. And if its not, its because I already have.
I’ll welcome you to try ghost dust on me. If you manage to get close, that is. Forget not that I am also a warlock.
Oh yes, I’m terrified of a warlock’s ghost. Oh no whatever shall I do?
I don’t need any dust to shoot you, ghost.
I am fully aware of how restricted archangels are. Keeping to balance stops you from doing much more than idle threatening, Uriel. You are a threat, but not currently at the front of my mind.
And you think I can’t outsource my work? Have you any idea how many Nephelim are out there? How many work for us in some capacity?
Now fuck off before I decide to take a personal interest in your annihilation.
Place your interest wherever you please. I have more pressing interests to pursue, and all of them live and breathe inside this city.
Do not “waste your time” on such a minor threat when you have hoards of humans to judge. That, or we must all assume that your heaven has run out of things to do.
Ladies, angels, scary men with guns, there’s enough of Carlos to go around! No need to bicker!
I just want the record to show, Mr. Uriel, that I’m crossing myself and everything here. Todo el respeto. But this may be more a wizard’s game than yours. I know you… guys take the long view, and this is a temporary problem. I’ll get in touch with Harry and put together an exorcism group.
Anonymous asked: I suppose you've forgotten all about last week, haven't you. I should be surprised, but I'm not.
Qué? Who is this?
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It seems to me, Warden, that you had no direct hand in my death nor my associates’ deaths. You give yourself far too much credit.
I killed the dude with the sideburns! What was his name… something with a G.
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I hope you’ve all said your goodbyes to your family and friends, or else hold them close. I have not returned this time lightly.
Uh, Harry? First the Nickleheads, then your godmom, now this guy? …..Should I be getting…
Oh, your glare is painful. I have absolutely no choice but to obey your every word.
Ha.
Hey, Molly, you want I should disassemble the perra? Harry ‘n I know all about taking down wannabe Kemmlers.
Oh! Hi, Warden Ramirez, I didn’t realize you were back on tumblr. Yeah, by all means, one less nasty on tumblr is always a good thing.
Yeah! Sorry for not contacting you or Harry or anyone. Had some… business to attend to. Stuff I’m not exactly going to share with the Corpsetaker here.
Speaking of which… I though Harry shot you already, dammit. Doesn’t anyone stay dead around here? Look, pedazo de mierda, you step off or the Wardens end you. Simple as that.
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I hope you’ve all said your goodbyes to your family and friends, or else hold them close. I have not returned this time lightly.
Uh, Harry? First the Nickleheads, then your godmom, now this guy? …..Should I be getting…
Oh, your glare is painful. I have absolutely no choice but to obey your every word.
Ha.
Hey, Molly, you want I should disassemble the perra? Harry ‘n I know all about taking down wannabe Kemmlers.
THE RP IS A DYING BREED ;-;
We need people! Harry, Georgia, Michael, Kincaid, all sorts! Just drop a note in my ask to make sure a character’s available and you’re in. Harry requires a sample paragraph in-character, but that’s it. PLEASE, PEOPLE ;-;
((OOC: Spreading the word))
A few days after the fiesta in La Casa Dresden
Thomas had debated going back to his own apartment and removing himself from the vicinity of people, but in the end his worry for his brother had won out. Harry was hurt and he should probably stick around just in case. He’d slept on the couch, and had woken up early in the morning for a food run, both for him and Harry, and he’d also stopped by his apartment to grab a cheaper slightly more clunky phone that didn’t tend to stop working as often around wizards.
He’d grabbed a cab, heading back to Harry’s apartment with two coffees, two hot chocolates, and a box of assorted pastries, predicting, correctly, that their previous company would show back up, out of their worry for Harry or each other or in Ramirez’s case just not having anything better to do as well.
Upon arriving back at his brother’s apartment he stepped out of the cab to see Molly at the door, and another cab stopping to let out an occupant, Ramirez. He hurried toward the door to catch up with the two of them.
A few days ago, Hendricks had appeared at her doorstep claiming that Molly and Marcone were in serious danfger, and that Dresden was nowhere to be found. He had more or less demended her help and after a somewhat hostile negotiation, they managed to agree on working together to find them.
It turned out they were all together, along with Thomas and Ramirez at Dresden’s place, which was a great relief. Hendricks took care of Marcone, Charity of her daughter and Thomas stayed with Harry that night, because although they were safe at the moment, it was obvious they had suffered some terrible things.
She had gone back home somewhat relieved, but of course she was still worried. So she drove to Dresden’s place that morning. When she arrived she realized she had the same idea as everyone else.
“So… The party starts early today?… Good morning all.”
For a moment, Harry simply stood gawking at the minor crowd that had assembled within and without the apartment of one tired, sleep deprived, as-of-yet unwashed, and (Most importantly) un-breakfasted wizard.
“Um.” Master of Snark and Wit, Harry Dresden may have been, but it was early, and there were people in his apartment. “Well, I’d hate to leave you all completely hanging, so here’s the deal: I think I know where He/she/it took me during the whole Walker hullabaloo. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment with food and a shower, and I’ll be right back.”
Molly looked from the door that had just been shut in their faces, then to Thomas and the food he was carrying, then to Murphy, and Carlos, who had also gathered. Sighing, she opened the door and let the others through the wards, noting the sound of the shower running as she did so. She eyed the others keenly as they entered, but all three of them passed through without difficulty, with no invitation, so she relaxed her guard ever-so-slightly as she shut and locked the door behind her.
Grabbing one of the hot chocolates and a donught out of the pile of treats Thomas had brought, she sat down on the couch.
“I guess we wait for boss-man to wake up enough to be human, huh?”
Carlos offered Murphy a little salute and a smile, bowed his head slightly to Molly, and was about to greet Thomas when the scent of hot chocolate caught his attention. He eyed the drinks and pastries in the vampire’s hands as he imagined Dresden’s little fae buddies must eye pizza, for all that he’d finished his bagels on the ride over.
“Thomas, you hermoso bastard.” he said, closing his eyes and inhaling. Before he could commit any further worship at the altar of morning chocolate, Harry opened the door, looking only barely better, if at all. He mumbled something about food and a shower, which considering the older wizard’s state seemed a fine idea to Carlos, and shut the door in their faces. Ramirez couldn’t help it; the stress of the last 36 hours combined with the ridiculousness of the current situation set him giggling. Choking down laughter, he followed Molly into the apartment, snagging the other hot chocolate before anyone else could lay claim to it and grabbing a croissant from Thomas on the way.
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