When Mountains Move
7th of February 2007 A.D.
Squeezing into the blasted fridge is a special kind of hell given your recent insight, but it is at least brief. When you open the door again it is to a domain that had traded in the trees for pools of bubbling liquid that looks like pure blue water and smells like death warmed over. The ash is still falling just as thick, though you have a feeling there's a drop off not far behind you, the air whistling up from some secret depth.
"Darn it!" you bite back the impulse to say something a lot stronger. "Can't see anything in this damn ash. I'll fly up to see if it gets any better. Wait for my signal. Three flashes, alright." There is no masking the disappointment in Harry's upturned face as you zoom off, nor that other emotion you'd been hopping to see there for so long. Too bad it came a heavy helping of guilt like plastic wrap on a birthday cake.
God damn it! Go to confessional or something Harry! Alas that's not something you can shout in parting no matter how much he needs to hear it.
Lost 1 Essence (BRR) -> Now at 12/18
Intimacy Harry Dresden (Crush) changes to Intimacy Harry Dresden (Frustrated Crush)
The ash does in fact get thinner, enough that you can see Harry is currently on the edge of a winding jagged canyon which cuts across a blasted moonscape where the air is ash, the water poison and at first at least you think there is no life. That is until you realize that those hillocks in the distance, all arrayed in a line are crawling across the face of the blasted land occasionally letting out a loud wailing bungle, heavy with alien sorrows.
There's very little here that looks like the Earth you're familiar with, you realize suddenly. This place is either a lot deeper in the Spirit World than all of its neighbors or something from the deeper reaches had clawed its way up here and established a presence. Given the Fey Courts' presence in the city it can't be too disruptive. Then again, given your suspicions that it may be responsible for the Great Chicago Fire, one would do well to remember that the standards of the fey are not those of men.
Looking around for more... 'hill herds' for lack of a better term, you spot what might be another smaller one on the other side of Harry, you had given up on cardinality by now, and a single jagged mountain looking lonely to the right. As you watch it starts to shift, to rumble and then explode in a shower of hot smoke and molten stone like a mane flowing over the dark stone.
"Good news, I found the troublemaker, bad news, he's about two thousand feet high and a volcano," you inform Harry on your descent, feeling a little better. "Do you want to introduce yourself first or should I?"
"It's not bothering anyone, we could just leave well enough alone," he points out, though he does not sound like he means it, more like it's the responsible thing, the 'adult' thing to say. And just like that the good mood's gone.
"It looked pretty upset, I don't know about you but when something that big looks upset, I think it is a good idea to at least ask what the problem is. Plus you like fire right? Imagine if you could cut some kind of deal how useful it might be to enchanting or large scale warding. Fire purifies and that's a lot of fire." You consider your next words with care...
it's the safest way to do this. "Come on, I'll carry you."
And that is how you end up playing Superman to his Lois Lane as you approach the enormous elemental crowned with a mane of fire.
What do you do?
[] Take the lead, claim Porter told you a lot about him and so did all the spirits of genius, try to butter it up (Charisma+Subterfuge)
[] Ask what ails this domain, you would help if you can (Charisma Etiquette)
[] Write in
OOC: Molly is convinced that if Harry went to confess his perceived sins to say Father Forthil the priest would dispel the motion that he has anything to feel guilty over. This may not entirely reflect the position of the character, you're inside her head not his. 
