Post by Moe on Jul 4, 2012 0:10:43 GMT -6
Because Moe is obsessed.
NOBODY FUCKS WITH MOUSE. NOT EVEN DEMONS.
"What are we doing again?" Murphy asked.
"Setting up a spell." I said.
"With Play-Doh."
"Yes."
She gave me a level look.
I shook out a can that still had most of the original material in it, and showed it to her. "The little pieces I've been leaving around are part of this piece. See?"
"Not yet." she said.
They used to be one piece. Even when they're separated, they still have a thaumaturgical connection to the original," I told her. "It means that I'll be able to use the big piece to reach out and connect to the little pieces."
"Is that what you meant by a web?"
"Yes. I'll be able to..." I twisted up my face, searching for words to explain. "I can extend energy out to all the smaller pieces. I'll set it up so that if one of the little pieces picks up on a disturbance of the energies, I'll be able to feel it through the larger piece."
"Like...seismographs, sort of," Murphy said.
"Yeah," I said. "And we use blue Play-Doh."
"Setting up a spell." I said.
"With Play-Doh."
"Yes."
She gave me a level look.
I shook out a can that still had most of the original material in it, and showed it to her. "The little pieces I've been leaving around are part of this piece. See?"
"Not yet." she said.
They used to be one piece. Even when they're separated, they still have a thaumaturgical connection to the original," I told her. "It means that I'll be able to use the big piece to reach out and connect to the little pieces."
"Is that what you meant by a web?"
"Yes. I'll be able to..." I twisted up my face, searching for words to explain. "I can extend energy out to all the smaller pieces. I'll set it up so that if one of the little pieces picks up on a disturbance of the energies, I'll be able to feel it through the larger piece."
"Like...seismographs, sort of," Murphy said.
"Yeah," I said. "And we use blue Play-Doh."
"When we leave, I want you to make sure the gruffs and their crew don't notice. Hopefully that will buy us some more time while they play patient and wait for me to expose myself again."
"Heh." Thomas sniggerd. "Expose yourself."
Murphy tossed an onion ring at him, which he caught and popped in his mouth.
"Heh." Thomas sniggerd. "Expose yourself."
Murphy tossed an onion ring at him, which he caught and popped in his mouth.
"What," he said in a low, deadly tone, "is that?"
Mouse stared at Nicodemus, and let out a growl so low that individual snowflakes jumped off the ground all around him. My dog bared his teeth, showing long white fangs, and his snarl rose in volume.
Hell's Bells. I'd never seen Mouse react like that, except in earnest combat. And it looked like Nicodemus didn't like Mouse much, either.
"Answer my question, Dresden." Nicodemus growled. "What is that?"
"A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow." I said. "He's training to be a Saint Bernard."
"Excuse me?" Nicodemus said.
I mimed covering one of Mouse's ears with my hand and stage-whispered, "Don't tell him that they don't actually carry kegs of booze on their collars. Break his little heart."
Mouse stared at Nicodemus, and let out a growl so low that individual snowflakes jumped off the ground all around him. My dog bared his teeth, showing long white fangs, and his snarl rose in volume.
Hell's Bells. I'd never seen Mouse react like that, except in earnest combat. And it looked like Nicodemus didn't like Mouse much, either.
"Answer my question, Dresden." Nicodemus growled. "What is that?"
"A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow." I said. "He's training to be a Saint Bernard."
"Excuse me?" Nicodemus said.
I mimed covering one of Mouse's ears with my hand and stage-whispered, "Don't tell him that they don't actually carry kegs of booze on their collars. Break his little heart."
NOBODY FUCKS WITH MOUSE. NOT EVEN DEMONS.