Back from the grave to tell you jesus doesn't always save

[gumshoewizard]

 [The sky is getting dark, night is coming soon for Promenade. The sun is heavy and blood red on the horizon in the last hours of daylight, turning the ocean scarlet in its final light. Everything is red, the sand on the beach, the buildings, the roads...

the island that, no less than an hour ago, wasn't there.

Its not very big. Just a spit of land

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[truailligh]

Dagda.

[Just a quiet sound out of her; he looks like the sunken face of a Dullahan only - thankfully - without the rot and putrified skin.]

You look like you need a good meal and a pint. Probably a bloody wash and all.

[Wash and bloody were bad words to say to a man in a grave. Her mind gives her the image of a bean nighe washing grave clothes that she has to shake away.]

[gumshoewizard]

[He bends to retrieve the PORTAL from the grave dirt at his feet. Touching just the right spot on the orb is simple, almost like muscle memory. When he talks, his voice is harsh and dry. Like a man that hasn't spoken in months.]

Hey...Shirley, right?

I think could go for that...yeah.

[truailligh]

[She would ask what happened because she doesn't have the full consideration for the feelings of others but when death is involved, she's rather more mannerly about things of that nature.]

Where on earth are you? Can you even get out?

[Standing and talking are very different to heaving oneself up and out of a grave.]

[gumshoewizard]

[The answer to that, dear Shirley, is a very long and complex thing. It might be right up your alley, honestly. Tonnes of ghosts, demons, angels, and faerie queens.]

I dunno. Can't see anything. Lemme try to...

[Harry, in his weakened, exhausted state, tries to clamor up the side of the grave. For a moment, it looks like he might make some progress, but a shaky hand crumbles through the soft, loose dirt and he loses his footing and BAM! Down on his ass in the grave again.]

...bad idea. [He's winded just from that little scramble.]

[truailligh]

[Well he can tell her all about it over Shepherd's pie.

She winces and mutters under her breath in rapid fire Gaelic before she draws out a little knife.]

Just...hang on, I owe you one anyway.

[The PORTAL is tucked away but the audio is still on and there's another quick and quiet word 'Claochlaigh' and then a series of pops and cracks as she shifts into a crow.

Crows have much better eyesight and move far quicker than her. Although she is a little sorry he was treated to the noises that herald her shapeshifting antics.]

[gumshoewizard]

[Maybe if he'd just come from something besides a gorey, nightmare-trough of a battle between homicidal ghosts, he would've winced. But right now, he's just too tired, too full of memories of horror to even blink.]

I...I think I'm near the ocean. I can hear waves.

[truailligh]

[The closer she gets, the more Driuch starts to encroach on her and she'll need to come, need to explore when she is no longer about to deal with a man who looks like he's fit to drop dead.

She lands and shifts, stretching as the feathers melt away to Shirley who actually looks concerned for once, mask off and out the way and thankful that she has actual proper clothes that she wears on guard duty.]

Dá fhaid é an lá tiocfaidh an tráthnóna. C'mon, give me your hand. Best to treat it like ripping off a plaster.

[One pale hand is held out, the other ready to grab his arm and pull hard to get him up and to his feet - she doesn't know how to get him off the island exactly but he looks like the most miserable bugger in a hole in the ground.]

[[ooc: Dá fhaid é an lá tiocfaidh an tráthnóna - No matter how long the day, the evening will come (this too shall pass)]]

[gumshoewizard]

[Harry, for all its worth, manages a lopsided grin. A crow come to get him out of a grave? The irony.]

Sup?

[He reaches up and clasps her hand, using his legs to help propel himself out of the damn grave. He missed being able to teleport out of it as a ghost.]

Welcome to Demonreach. Sorry, but its the off season, otherwise I'd treat you to a hot dog. Or something.

[truailligh]

[Well she is glad she can bring some sort of morbid humour to the situation.]

I will push you back in if you mention something that disgusting again. [She's not kidding. Just the thought of hot dogs make her stomach churn which is odd when it's warring with the rest of her senses.] What on earth is this place? Beyond having a tacky as sin name.

[gumshoewizard]

Maybe cotton candy? Funnel cake?

[Flopping on his rear on the dirty, Harry sighs. Man, he was tired.]

Its my Sanctum. I had a fight with it a while back and I punched it in the nose. We're buddies now.

[truailligh]

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden [that's a mouthful and a half] you will make me fat simply by saying those words.

[She sighs and dusts off her hands, taking a moment to have a real look around before a bottle of water materialises in her hands that she holds out to him.]

Slow sips. And you fought a landmass, a place that feels as though it has power? Isn't that one of the numerous pinnacles of idiocy? You wouldn't catch me picking a fight with the fairy mounds.

[gumshoewizard]

No, the three pinnacles of idiocy is falling for the bait and switch, betting against a Sicilian when death is on the line, and getting involved in a land war in Asia.

Besides, it was a necessary risk at the time.

[truailligh]

Goldman would be so proud Harry.

[She heaves a heavy sigh, just because and for no other reason.]

Would you rather we have story time while you get your breath back or would you rather we attempt to get the hell off of this place?

[gumshoewizard]

[Obediently sipping at the water (and damn if it didn't taste like God's own mana), he wrestles himself into standing. He can walk, but its a bit shaky.]

For now, lets book it out of here. [Scratching the back of his head.] Suppose I can wish up a boat.

[truailligh]

[She holds out an elbow in case he needs it but given the height difference, if he topples, they're both a little bit fucked.]

Do you trust yourself with any sort of nautical adventure? I suppose there's no other real option unless you can shapeshift too but I don't want you keeling over on me trying that.

[gumshoewizard]

Well, its either we make like Captain Ahab or were stuck here. Shapeshifting is the sort of thing you kinda have to be...introduced to.