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Harry Dresden	It's not Mac's, and it's not Harry's, but it's out of Chicago, out of Harry's dark apartment, and out in the open air of the Multiverse, such as it is. And Harry Dresden sits in the tavern, looking actually dressed up a bit, wearing his best shirt buttoned to the top and his bolo tie and his good looking duster as he waits for dinner to get here. "So, I know I haven't come out in a while, and... you kept dying out there. What did I miss, and what do I need to know?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	This is a 'date' which is still a strange term, she thinks, but apparently one is suppose to dress up for a date out to a restaurant to celebrate Valentines day. Information she's likely learned from the radio and TV, mostly. So, she'd gone out and bought a new dress. How she let the saleswoman talk her into it she doesn't know, but Inga is wearing something that /isn't/ ankle length. It's a knee length dress in a deep blue silk with a draped neckline, flaring out a little at the hips but otherwise, slinky. It's a sleeveless number, one she's paired with a white shawl. On her feet? Sensible shoes. Flats, but pretty ones that match her dress at least. She still carries her staff of course, but the pouches and belt she usually wears have been replaced by a purse. She's even let someone put a bit of makeup on her and she's left her hair down, unbraided. Even Harry has dressed up a bit! Which earns him a brilliant smile of approval. If they're going to this 'date' thing, that may as well do it properly. Of course, apparently you were supposed to date for a while /before/ moving in together...but hey, can't do everything properly! Inga doesn't mind cooking, really, but not needing to do it so she can just focus on talking and enjoying her man's company is nice as well. A quiet sigh. "I can't blame you for not wanting to come out to Kingsmouth--though I think the Academy would interest you," she begins, reaching for the glass of red wine in its delicate glass. "Where to start...between what we have learned by investigating and what I have been told by the Buzzing, we have concluded that this whole mess began on the Lady Margaret, a fishing boat. A storm took them, and somehow, they stumbled upon Caledfwlch. It was a man named Joe Slater that took the sword...and that was when the fog arrived," she continues, frowning, her eyes growing distant with the memory. "We tracked dow Joe Slater...but all did not go...well," she sighs.
Harry Dresden	Harry's eyebrows furrow at the name of the sword. "Caledfwlch. I... Ugh. I haven't heard that blade called that in ages. But... Hnnn. That blade in your world, I assume it carries quite a different power there than it does for our Arturia. I can't even imagine what the Concepts there twisted it into. Or..." He sips on his beer a moment, looking thoughtful. "Did it bring the Filth with it or is the Filth there trying to claim it as well?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga knows the name Excalibur seems to have stuck, but that isn't how she knew it and she is stubborn. "Indeed. I do not know if the blade is tainted or cursed or...well, we do not know, really. But Joe said we must put it back. Perhaps it was placed to to seal this powerful evil," she ventures, shrugging slightly. Another sigh. "When we found Joe he was already half transformed into one of the draug. I...I did not think he could be saved. I was prepared to kill him--indeed, to make a sacrifice of him in hopes it would aid us in saving the island, for surely it needs the gods. A strange man showed up however.../wielding/ the Filth. He unleashed it on us--luckily, I had put a magic circle around us," she says, giving him a little look. She'd had practice with those because of him. Now, she looks quite irrate as she continues. "I botched the sacrifice. His skin was too thick to get a clean kill. I thought...to give him a good death while he was still...himself. But as that failed, Staren saved him and 'teleported' him away. I do not think this is wise, as he is very likely infected, but Staren will not listen to me," she sighs.
Harry Dresden	The culprit of the shenanigans there... does not surprise Harry in the slightest. He lets out a sigh, and then scoots back as his plate arrives. Steak and a twice baked potato and mixed veggies. Mmmmm. "Staren... he's got a complex. He's convinced he can beat death in all its forms and I'm sure there's some sort of scheme in that fuzzy little brain of his that he's going to undo all of that damage and bring Mr. Slater back to life or restore him or something." Harry slumps a bit. "I know we are both in agreement that sometimes 'saving' someone means you're going to do worse things to them in the process." The wizard's eyes widen a bit though. "Wielding the Filth? Like, those tentacle guys? Or something different?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods. "Yes, that is it exactly. I think he was also hoping we would get more information from him, but he's told us all he knows I am certain. He knew where the sword was taken--a place called Innsmouth Academy. So, we went there...but it seems the sword was stolen their from a highly protected vault," she informs him. Inga chews her lip. "He...unleashed it, somehow. Controlled it, it seemed like. A Filth ridden beast appeared and lunged for us. He wasnted Joe, but for what reason I do not know. I was certainly not inclined to let him have him. The circle would not hold much longer...everyone was running," she says, pausing to smirk slightly. "Obviously that wasn't really an option for me...so rather than expose myself to the Filth I...killed myself...to escape," she says, voice lowering. It's a strange bloody thing to say.
Harry Dresden	Inga's steak also arrives. It's pretty much been knocked over and then blackened on both sides. Mmmmm. Potatos and more veggies for her too. Harry grumbles at that. "I heard about the Academy at least. Pretty much everyone dead, a jerk still in charge and another one of you still there." He cuts some steak. "And by You I mean Buzz Buzz." A grin. He chews a bit more and hmmms. "Tell me more though. What's the sensations there? Is it like that weird church or some other sort of feeling?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks to her plate as it arrives, smiling. She cuts into her steak and takes a bite. Her eyes lid with pleasure as she chews. "That is amazing," she comments. "We did not eat cow often, at home. Better to keep the cow for milk. We'd only kill it if we didn't think we could keep it through the winter," she explains briefly, dragging her potatoes through the bloody juices that run from her steak. "The Academy is...interesting. I have never seen it's like, but then...the whole 'school' thing is rather new to me. They are well fortified, but their wards have mostly failed them--an issue I intend to resolve," she says, taking another sip of wine. "Carter, the 'Buzz Buzz' as you say, is very interesting," she comments, looking a little sad. "She has a great deal of power...and she is a Seer as well. I hope that I can help her somehow. It would be interesting to talk more with her. She's young...though not so young as I was when I first had visions. The school is apparently Illuminati run, but I do not know if they have anyone who can help train her in the art of a Seer."
Harry Dresden	Harry snorts a bit, and then pokes with a finger. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. I know all of you so far have visions, the Bees do that for you, but... she might not be a full time Seer. There's plenty of other ways your Anima all manifests, you know. Riva's got her sword things going on, Wuyin's got his Nebulous Magic Bullshit." A massive grin from the Wizard. "What if she turns out to be a spell caster like me? Fire and wind and crap?" He laughs, and then sighs, hearing the rest of that. "I'd be wary for now. She might be a Novice, but you should be careful how she's treated."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga blinks. "Tch! I am a Seer, but that is hardly the extent of my magic. I merely thought perhaps I could help her deal with the visions. What she describes is not...it is not like when the Bees speak," she replies. "I did not only begin to have visions when I was Chosen, you know. I have had them since I was young. I have always been able to glimpse the orlog, to see the possibility of wyrd..." Inga shakes her head, sighing. "It has grown stronger, however." Back to Carter. "Oh, he is a spell caster, most certainly. I have Seen as much. She's...quite honestly, she is /extremely/ powerful. Of course I would have a care. Tch, she may not want my help anyway--if it would even be allowed. Perhaps when she no longer belongs to the Academy," Inga says, waving it off then. Inga purses her lips. "Wind, hmm? I should learn to do that. The thing you do when you throw things around like a blast of wind? That would be very useful for me," she says, laughing slightly. Omnomnom steak.
Harry Dresden	Harry grins, at every single piece of that. "That's because you've got a good partner. That's what's makes us better together. You keep me honest, and I want to help you grow into more. And you're cute as hell, so, that's a double double bonus." Harry's lips curl into a grin, before he sits back and plants his beer bottle on the table. "Okay, so, I've got two spells, that really perform similar effects. You've seen Fozare, right?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga blinks, blushing. "Keep you honest? Harry Dresden, do you have a problem with lying?" she asks, raising a brow. "I rather thought you were more the type to be ungraciously blunt," she adds with a smirk. She looks to the side, "cute as Hel? Hel is not known to be 'cute'..." probably another strange expression. Inga takes another few bites of her dinner, nodding. "That is the one where you thrust people away from you, yes?" she asks to confirm.
Harry Dresden	"I mean to say you are extremely cute. And you keep me honest as a person, not as just a wizard. Otherwise I might still be locked away in my own head, instead of having someone able to bring out my heart and make it shine." Harry smiles broadly, before his hand reaches out to slip fingers across Inga's wrist, moving it into a position to face the bottle. "Yes. That's the one where I push. I have more tools than that to back it up, of course, but the idea is the same. Forzare." He nearly whispers the word, and the bottle hops two steps and then falls over on its side. "Don't think about it moving. Think about... think about the bottle running away. It wants to get away."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga blushes a deeper red. Even with all they've been through, she still blushes at compliments. Especially extremely sweet ones. She returns his smiles, extending a leg under the table to caress his leg with her foot gently. "I'm glad, Harry. Meeting you has really...it has made everything easier. Even with all the crazy things that happen. It makes this whole...being removed from my time situation feel like it was actually /right/," she replies. She sniffs, then looks to the bottle as he pushes it over with a word and application of his anima or whatever he calls it. "Do I need a word? Everything you do has words it seems...galdr magic," she says, thinking. If she were to use galdr to achieve the same... Inga tries a word for 'Push', but doesn't quite manage to push the bottle. She nudges it slightly, at least.
Harry Dresden	The Wizard can feel the familiar sensation of inga's anima reaching out at the bottle, but only managing to nudge at it. A little chuckle and he smiles. "It's a start, Grasshopper." Fingers against graze at the back of Inga's hand and he murmurs. "The words... are not really required for the spell. They're a focusing tool, really. It's a way for your mind to link the effect you want to the idea and sensation of making it happen. Don't try and use my words, but instead use your own. Magic comes from us, remember. Yours has to be your own as well."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga raises an eyebrow. "Grasshopper?" its a wonder they're able to communicate at all with all the pop culture references Harry makes. Another thing she needs teaching in! Inga shifts to take his hand when he brushes against hers. They're done eating, they can hold hands across the table, right? "Well, yes, if if I use words as focus I would use words more natural to my previous training, rather than yours...your Latin is a bit sketchy anyway," she adds with a playful wink.
Harry Dresden	Fingers twine with fingers and Harry's face puffs up a little bit. "My Latin is impeccable. Don't besmirch the fine fliccus biccus. That's a great piece of latin." Harry's face continues the fake pouting even as he lifts Inga's hand to his lips for a kiss on the back of the palm. "Mmmmh. Happy Valentine's Day."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga laughs brightly, she can't help herself. Fliccus biccus? Really! She warms as he kisses her hand. "Yes, happy Valentines Day. Strange holiday, but I think I like it," she says. "Oh! I am reminded. Gifts are suppose to be exchanged--goodness you have a lot of gift giving holidays," she says, reaching for her purse. She pulls out a box of chocolates, home made of course. "I am told chocolates are traditional."
Harry Dresden	Harry smiles and looks at the box of Chocolates, and then hmmms. "I did buy you dinner, and... Would you accept more training in combat magic as my gift to you? I know it's a bit more esoteric, but... uh."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga blinks, then laughs. "Dinner is fine--and training too," she informs him. He probably spent all of his money on rent again. She nudges him under the table again. "Come on, let us settle our bill and go elsewhere, hmm?"
Harry Dresden	Harry snorts at the last bit, but... there's that familar color in his ears. He may never get past Inga taking charge on this. "Zug zug, Ms. Inga. I hear and obey." A little snort as he gets out of his chair, helps Inga out of hers, and plants a kiss on her forehead. "Besides, we've got Mac's at home and that's gotta be better, right?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks extremely confused again. Zug Zug...? What language is that? "Are you making another reference to something I do not understand?" she asks with a sigh. She leans into him as he presses a kiss to her forhead though, wrapping an arm around his waist. "That was very good...but yes, Mac's is something special," she agrees.