Well it's no space station but it's cosy.

[hellsbellsharry]

Who: Harry Dresden and John Grimm
What:  A wizard and an near immortal ex-marine find out they're roomates. Wackiness ensues.
Warnings: Violence, foul language. Derping.

Things had been quiet lately. There used to be a time when that would be a welcome reliefe, a chance to catch up on books, maybe better focus on work...

Nowadays, it just set him on

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John is walking back to the boarding house where he was living, back pack slung across his shoulders coming back from school. He is going through medical school for what feels like and is the third time.

Something feels off when he hits his street causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise he slows his pace a little, and fakes reading from one of his textbooks.

[hellsbellsharry]

There. Suddenly Harry picks up a clear reading. A cold icy shiver slitheres down his back and he grits his teeth and he summons his power.

Vampires. Red Court.

Keeping up the ruse, Harry get's out of his car, carefully shaking his bracelet into the open, blasting rod firmly within his right hand. He looks up to the boarding house that sits over his apartment. It's dark, as it should be. It's late after all. The only other person he see's is what looks like a student, their face in a text book.

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John watches the man fumbling for his keys, and lets out a soft huff, this guy wasn't the problem and hopefully what ever was, he wouldn't end up getting hurt. Or figure out John's little secret. Because damn it he really didn't want to move again this soon.

He would really like to have a gun on him now, but he had figured he wouldn't need to carry one at this point in his life. But it's not like he didn't have any hand to hand skills.

He catches movement on the top of one of the building and eyes flick quickly over to it, two maybe three people... but something was way off with them...

So sorry for the lateness!

[hellsbellsharry]

As Harry mimiced fumbling he narrowed in on the vampires. Rooftop, moving fast, scuttling over the brick work like ninja cockroaches. Harry kept his head down and he started moving, walking to intercept the other. His shield was ready, his will gathered.

It was holding the power there that would take his focus.

Getting closer to the other, he gave him a vague nod, the one you'd usually share with a stranger on the street. That's when Harry saw the second group. They were right above them.

Harry looked at the other, meeting his eyes directly for a split second.

"Run." He said and then lifted his arms, the right above them, the left directed back.

"VENTAS SERVITAS!"

[fuck_mars]

"Not a demon... still mostly human, Scouts honor." He chuckles a little shaking a dark thought about what he could have turned into from his head. "And if you ever need a hand you know, 'm here."