When god came down, the door was shut
Who: Ryoji and Harry Dresden
Where: Hatter's realm, near the train station
Summary: Harry got cabin fever and took a walk without first consulting the resident medic, on the grounds that she'd have called him a moron and tied him to a chair. It's not going quite as well as he'd hoped it would. Ryoji's going in Tsunade's stead to make sure he doesn't kill himself too much.
Rating: PG-13 at worst?
Arriving at the station to hatter's realm, Harry's trail wouldn't be too difficult for someone to follow. There was a steady stream of deceased teapot robots, all having apparently managed to get themselves tangled in their own legs, gears stripped and mashed, engines exploded or some other freak internal malfunction. There was a bullet hole through each angry red eye, though the teeth they dropped were currently jingling in a certain wizard's pocket, not that he was feeling all that happy about them anymore.
The reason Harry wasn't quite as happy about his little bounty was that he was busy vomiting over the edge of one of the numerous precipices that the factory manager seemed to think were so important to efficient planning and layout. his abdomen was burning now, and he wasn't sure why, but he had a hunch that it had to do with half an hour of brisk walking and moving about when really he should have been sitting on a makeshift bed in a traincar under the watchful eye of a certain medic, a situation that was looking better and better to him in hindsight.
He was sitting near a circle of half-finished wards, his attempt at a little "safe zone" for beleaguered facility rats caught without a train when they needed protection. After a moment, he wiped off his mouth with a grimace and stood up, wobbling a little bit.
Where: Hatter's realm, near the train station
Summary: Harry got cabin fever and took a walk without first consulting the resident medic, on the grounds that she'd have called him a moron and tied him to a chair. It's not going quite as well as he'd hoped it would. Ryoji's going in Tsunade's stead to make sure he doesn't kill himself too much.
Rating: PG-13 at worst?
Arriving at the station to hatter's realm, Harry's trail wouldn't be too difficult for someone to follow. There was a steady stream of deceased teapot robots, all having apparently managed to get themselves tangled in their own legs, gears stripped and mashed, engines exploded or some other freak internal malfunction. There was a bullet hole through each angry red eye, though the teeth they dropped were currently jingling in a certain wizard's pocket, not that he was feeling all that happy about them anymore.
The reason Harry wasn't quite as happy about his little bounty was that he was busy vomiting over the edge of one of the numerous precipices that the factory manager seemed to think were so important to efficient planning and layout. his abdomen was burning now, and he wasn't sure why, but he had a hunch that it had to do with half an hour of brisk walking and moving about when really he should have been sitting on a makeshift bed in a traincar under the watchful eye of a certain medic, a situation that was looking better and better to him in hindsight.
He was sitting near a circle of half-finished wards, his attempt at a little "safe zone" for beleaguered facility rats caught without a train when they needed protection. After a moment, he wiped off his mouth with a grimace and stood up, wobbling a little bit.