Subject: Intro to a Dresden Files based fic.
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Posted on: 2014-07-16 01:47:00 UTC
Starting info: This is based in the Dresdenverse, but as should be quickly apparent it doesn't take place on the same continent as 90% of the Dresden Files, so it's unlikely you'll be seeing a familiar name or face from the series. Set somewhere between Grave Peril and Changes, I want to try an work with a couple of run-of-the-mill White Council wizards/apprentices who are being slowly drawn into the war with the Red Court, who are also having to deal with the issues of being a student at university. So here is the intro that I've got so far, coming in at around the 2 page mark.
“Are you sure you can’t get there any faster?” I asked, hoping that the tracking spell I was currently using would get us to where our target was in time.
“What do you expect?” Rebecca, my partner and current driver of the car, replied. “It’s a Saturday, at the start of the summer holidays, the sun’s out and we’re in Brighton. Of course the roads are going to be full.” I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was, slowly crawling along the main road into, and out of town.
“Touche.” I replied. Looking back down at the spell I currently had laid out on a piece of card on my lap. “Good news, he seems to have stopped, just up ahead on the left.”
“Peter?” Rebecca asked, slightly nervous.
“Yeah?” I replied, looking up briefly and wondering what was wrong.
“You know how you said you wouldn’t mind having a fight on campus one day?”
“Mmm” I could sense where this was going, and, actually looking around outside of the car I saw I was right.
“It’s your lucky day.” Rebecca said, smiling as the queue moved forward a bit, just enough so she could pull into the bus lane and accelerate towards the Uni, earning a few honks on the way.
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I should have started somewhere near the beginning, at least then I wouldn’t need this over cliched thing where I introduce myself. So, my name’s Peter T.B Williams, no you don’t need to know what the T and the B stand for, I’d rather not have someone conjuring my name. I’m a student at Brighton University alongside my girlfriend and fellow wizard, Rebecca. We’re members of this thing called the White Council, which is basically a collection of wizards from all around the world who generally try to stop bad stuff from happening, of course it’s a bit more complicated than that but such things always are.
Knowing most people, you probably want to know more about us, and to be perfectly honest, there’s no real reason why I’m not allowed to tell you. I stand at a tad of six six, messy brown hair that always seems to want to defy gravity, two normally neatly trimmed sideburns run down the sides of my face. Rebecca and I always argue over the colour of my eyes, but I say they’re Hazel so it might as well stick here.
Talking of Rebecca it might be a good idea to properly introduce her as well, after all you’ll be seeing, or rather reading, a lot of her. She’s a tad shorter than me at only six foot, yeah it’s tall for a girl but still. Her hair normally changes colour every so often although she seems to have stuck with blue for now, probably something to do with matching her eyes.
As normal when we’re doing wizarding stuff we’re wearing our standard wear, leather jackets with half a dozen or so spells woven into it, blue jeans, trainers and a white T-shirt, it does make us look like something out of the cast of Grease, but that’s half the reason we chose it.
I should probably get back to the story before someone complains about me taking so long describing everything.
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So there we were, standing outside our university, not somewhere we’d normally be on a Saturday afternoon, but circumstances had called for our plans to be changed. My tracking spell was only so good and so having got us to the campus I’d ditched it, breaking the small circle on the card to do so.
“You’d of thought he’d of made more of a mess of the place” I observed, looking around entrance to the main building which, besides from the lack of people, looked just like it did on any normal weekday, or any other day I suppose but the amount of times I’ve gone to or by Uni in the weekends is none.
“Probably doesn’t want attention, and it’s likely he’s in his human form now.” Rebecca guessed, before saying out loud what I was thinking “Which means we can’t just follow the trail of destruction like normal.”
“Shame.” I agreed. “But where would a Hexenwolf go to in the University of Brighton, and for that matter why the Uni?”
“Weak threshold, not many people there, hoping the traffic would hold us up?” Rebecca guessed again. “Not that the why matters at the moment, especially seeing as some people work on a Sunday.”
“Right” I said, turning more serious. “We don’t want to split up for this one, we can’t take it alone. So which building should we take?” Like I said, we may have been on the White Council but it didn’t mean we were powerhouses.
“Cockroft’s got more people in it I’d guess.” Rebecca said, “Also only building that’s actually open at this time on a Sunday.”
I glanced at her, “You’ve been here on a Sunday?”
“Once.” She replied, “Needed to get some coursework done and couldn’t concentrate at home. Ended up taking out half the machines in the computer pool before I decided to stop stressing out the technicians and finish it elsewhere.”
“Ah.” I said, nodding. “So, time to take on a Hexenwolf?”
“I believe it is.” Rebecca smiled, pulling a blasting rod out from her leather jacket. “Let’s get going.”