Shot to the Heart [OPEN, EVENT]

[cyprian_swan]

Who:Aphrodite, her minions and YOU
What: Shot to the heart and Aphrodite's to Blame~ aka Arrows of Love!
Where: Anywhere
When: Today onward
Warnings: Sappy poetry, kissing, tsun, blushy people, and a whole lot of dere dere.
Notes: You are free to assume interaction with the NPCs, and any form of tag is encouraged. A second log will go up for the

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[gumshoewizard]

As soon as the announcement that Aphrodite had dispatched her minions for some sort of nefarious plan, Harry Dresden drew on years of combat against the supernatural to come up with a brilliant strategy to thwart the Goddess of Love's machinations

I couldn't resist >.> and lmao my excuse for her to be there makes her sound like a creeper ;;

[needsheadphones]

Strictly speaking, there was absolutely no reason for Rebecca to be trying to find out where Harry Dresden, self-proclaimed wizard, lived. She didn't exactly have orders to investigate wizards, even wizards with a sense of humor and a dog that she wanted to cuddle.

That hadn't stopped her from trying, however, and after some research and a nice fall into a bush, Rebecca was fairly certain she found the place. She wasn't going to break in or anything (she had treats for the dog), but she had questions that she didn't particularly want to ask over the network. As far as she was aware, Harry was her best chance at helping Hope -- and besides, he was a wizard, and how cool was that?

She hadn't been expecting such a gorgeous woman to be outside his door, however. Rebecca couldn't see the man with the arrows, and since the woman was turning and heading toward her now, she had just missed seeing Harry get shot.

Blankly staring at the woman who apparently brought salutations from Aphrodite (and how had she missed that?), Rebecca took the

Its cool~

[gumshoewizard]

Mouse heard her before Harry saw her, standing in his doorway, nursing a tingling, unnatural feeling that was threading its way up his arm. He growled and stalked back inside, leaving his door open. He saw the arrow buried in his hand just before it dissolved into a golden puff of sparkling motes that dusted over his skin. And the chubby-cheeked jerk had vanished in a flicker of light before he could do anything about it.

His stomach rolled, he hated being suckered into things like this. Who knew what kind of maddening, dangerous shenanigans a crazy goddess had pulled him into?

Then Mouse woofed softly and Harry turned around. His tail wagging, the mountain of fluff greeted the woman.

"Hey, Rebecca." He flashed her a quick smile and was glad that he'd shaved this morning. Still shaking his hand, he let it hang loose. "Whats up?"

\o/

[needsheadphones]

The arrow hit its mark, right in her shoulder while Rebecca's back was turned to watch the woman leave. "Ow!" Rubbing at her arm with her free hand, she didn't think anything of it; it was probably just a bug or something. If she was actually under attack, she'd know it, right?

Shaking her head and rolling her arm to try and get the weird tingling to go away, Rebecca laughed and knelt down to greet Mouse better (despite how tall he already was), scratching him behind the ears. "I brought treats for you -- though you can probably tell."

Luckily, Mouse was still moving a bit, and therefore Rebecca had no urge to spout poetry at him... yet. Standing back up, she flashed Harry an answering grin, rubbing at her shoulder again. Man, that felt weird. "I decided to spoil your dog and bother you. Hope you don't mind." Pausing, she frowned slightly, stilling as she went over the events in the hallway again. "Also, I got a weird invitation from the chick outside your door. Oh, and I think something bit my arm..."

(o(

[gumshoewizard]

You fiend of a woman, trying to sweet-talk his dog! And Mouse is more than eager to be swayed as he leans forward and sniffs at Rebecca's face and hand before relaxing into a merry canine grin as she buried her fingers deep in his fur right behind his ears. Keep going, he's not moving anywhere.

Meanwhile Harry's brow furrows in concern. Her shoulder? He fisted and relaxed his own hand again, the strange feeling subsiding. Walking over to close the door behind her, Harry gave a look at the spot she was rubbing at.

"What did it feel like?" He wasnt about to start touching her without her permission, but some great and mystic wizardly instinct told him that the cherubic hitman outside his door might've gacked her in passing.

:| LJ do not start with the notif shenanigans

[needsheadphones]

She can't help the fact that she loves animals. Laughing at Mouse's obvious enjoyment, she continued to pet him, already working to pull out one of the treats she'd brought. What a lucky dog.

"What, the bite?" Sorry Harry, she's a bit distracted by the ball of fur. "Uh... It was sharp? And my shoulder kind of tingles now. I should probably take a look at it, actually; I'd rather not end up finding out I'm allergic to dream-insects the hard way."

Giving Mouse another pat on the head and tucking the treats back under her arm, Rebecca shrugged her arm out of her sleeve before rolling the sleeve of her t-shirt up. The angle was making it next to impossible to see anything, however, no matter how much she turned her head -- not that there was much to see. Just the same gold dusting over her skin that had been on Harry's hand.

>|

[gumshoewizard]

Harry didn't even need to extend his wizard's senses when he saw the gold dust on her shoulder. Peering at it (from a respectable distance), he looked at the shimmer of gold on his hand and growled.

"Its not a bite, you got whammied by that guy wearing curtains around his waist." Rubbing his hand on his face again, he sighed. "Oh, wow, man I said. Wait a second I said, what do you think the teacher's gonna look like thi-HMMPH!"

And that's Harry slamming his hands over his mouth to stop his lips from saying things he didn't give them the command to do.

[needsheadphones]

"Guy? What guy?" Rebecca was absolutely certain that she hadn't seen a guy wearing... did he say curtains? Tugging her sleeve back up, she paused again, slowly turning her attention back onto Harry.

"Are you singing summer lovi-" No, that hadn't been what she'd meant to say. Let's try again. "-had me a blast-"

Nope. Rebecca is lucky enough to recognize the song, though she privately thought she made a terrible John Travolta. She doesn't have the chin for it. Giving Harry a dumbfounded, slightly panicked look, Rebecca (completely at a loss) simply shrugged. At least it was just Van Halen and Grease... so far, anyway.

[gumshoewizard]

"Hell's Bells," Harry muttered between his fingers. Giving her a pained look, he struggled through his next sentence to be sure what he was saying was what he actually wanted to say, checking his mouth for the first time in his whole life. "Magic. We've been whammied by a goddess. We belong to light, we belong to the thunder, we be..."

Pat Benatar? Kill him now. Please. This was karmatic bullying of the highest order.

[needsheadphones]

Longingly thinking back to a time where the weirdest thing she had to contend with were other thrill-seekers (and, eventually, other computer nerds), Rebecca sighed. Magic. A goddess. She wasn't used to this, despite living in Promenade for a little over a month now, but there was one thing about Rebecca: she took things in stride pretty well.

"'There must be some kinda way outta here,' said the joker to the thief." Rebecca replied, somehow managing to nod seriously, as well as give him a thumbs up to show she understood. 'All Along the Watchtower' wasn't bad. "'There's too much confusion; I can't get no relief.'"

In other words, what do we do about it?

[gumshoewizard]

Instead of answering her, Harry walks over to his desk and pulls out a good old fashioned pencil and legal pad from a drawer and comes back over. He jots down something on the paper. Then looks back at it and growls before scratching through something and holding it up to her, his messy script somehow legible.

We pretend we're penpals until The Lady in Red dancing with me cheek to cheek the goddess in question decides she's had her fun. Betting it wont be till V-Day

Then he hands it off to her for her to respond.

[needsheadphones]

Stepping a bit closer to read it (really, his handwriting is terrible), Rebecca groans. The woman had said Aphrodite, after all, so Valentine's Day would make sense. Great.

Taking the pad and pencil, she takes her turn to write, in handwriting that is (only marginally) better than Harry's. She has to scratch out a few sentences of her own, but unlike him, Rebecca looks both frustrated and somewhat amused.

Doesn't seem like writing is exactly free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change of whatever this is, either, but it's better than nothing.

She hands it back then, glancing around to find Mouse -- at least she can cuddle the dog while she's there.

[gumshoewizard]

Well, if you want comfort, then Mouse is right there if you need him. Patient, stoic, and calm in the midst of all the magical hijinx. And hey, didnt you have some treats earlier?

Harry snorts as he reads her retort and and bends down to pencil in his response. Fellow chickenscratcher, I hope you can read this.

At least we can edit ourselves. I want to know what love is is if this mess is going to extend to the TENEKA

[needsheadphones]

It isn't so much a question of comfort as it is... well, okay, it is a little bit. But also, it's a huge, fuzzy dog and Rebecca can't resist animals. She's even a vegetarian, though she wouldn't dream of trying to feed Mouse vegetables. Don't worry, boy, these treats are salad free.

Snickering slightly at the scratched out part of the note, Rebecca gives Mouse another affectionate ear-ruffle before taking the pencil to reply.

Probably just whenever we try to have an actual conversation. I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body to see if there are any loopholes in the meantime, too.

There's a pause in her writing as she looks around before she adds onto her note.

Nice room, by the way.

[gumshoewizard]

Harry is going to go slightly red at the cheeks when he reads her scratched out lyrics. It wasn't her fault, obviously, but...still! This whole situation was mortifying for one and all and further justified in his head that steering clear of Aphrodite in the first place was a wise decision.

Which, as a little voice in his head points out, means that the sky was due to turn green at any moment.

Loopholes? Like what? I know I found in you my endless love that it has some limitations.

Doesn't take a lot to notice an intrigued gleam in the wizard's eye. Testing the limits of the TENEKA wasn't something he'd considered up till now.

And...thanks.

[needsheadphones]

Rebecca, unfortunately, completely misses Harry going red in favor of smacking her headphones. Looks like even her MP3-PORTAL and headphones aren't safe from Harry's techbane. Sighing slightly, she shakes her head and shrugs it off; she loves her music, but she's sure it'll work again later (...right?), and even music can't quite beat company (especially when that company has a dog).

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts have no idea. You're the wizard, after all.

She didn't even know magic was a real thing until she ended up in Promenade. Too bad, too; as much as she loves technology, it's not like she's opposed to the 'unnatural'.

Though really, this... poetry-thing could have limits and loopholes, too. Other than writing, that is.

Or at least, she really hopes it does.