[The first thing Harry notices as he begins to come around is the throbbing in his head. That's not unusual for Harry. At this point headaches and concussions are a staple of his life. No, what's unusual is everything else.
Warning bells sound in his head even as his eyes reorient themselves. His instincts know something's wrong and Harry knows to trust his instincts. He tries to move but feels the leather straps biting into his skin. Harry strains against them taking a moment to test his bonds. Strength alone won't get him out of here.
His head twists around as he searches for another angle of escape. Everything he sees he doesn't like. The room itself conjures up one too many bad memories and the surgical tools nearby do little to ease his mind.
But there is one good thing to all of this. At least he isn't being held with thorn manacles.]
Getting a real Hannibal Lector vibe from this place.
III
[It probably says something about Harry that he feels instantly paranoid the moment he finds himself in the gift shop. Then again, when you suddenly find yourself magically transported into an overly cheery gift shop it's hard not feeling paranoid.
Harry eyes the stuffed animals carefully as he passes them. Honestly he half expects them to start growing fangs and spring to life at any moment. That's probably a sign he needs to take a vacation, but there's no rest for the wicked and especially no rest for a wizard living in Chicago.
When he notices the pedestal it quickly grabs his attention, the globe especially. In it he sees a picture of not one person but many. Thomas, Murphy, Molly, Mouse and Mister, the Carpenters, all the people he's come to love as friends and family. The tension in his shoulders begins to disappear and the inscription brings an honest smile to his face.]
Starting to wonder if Mr. Sunshine is behind this.
[He looks around the gift shop again.]
Still, feels like there's a lot easier way to get the message across.
Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files
[The first thing Harry notices as he begins to come around is the throbbing in his head. That's not unusual for Harry. At this point headaches and concussions are a staple of his life. No, what's unusual is everything else.
Warning bells sound in his head even as his eyes reorient themselves. His instincts know something's wrong and Harry knows to trust his instincts. He tries to move but feels the leather straps biting into his skin. Harry strains against them taking a moment to test his bonds. Strength alone won't get him out of here.
His head twists around as he searches for another angle of escape. Everything he sees he doesn't like. The room itself conjures up one too many bad memories and the surgical tools nearby do little to ease his mind.
But there is one good thing to all of this. At least he isn't being held with thorn manacles.]
Getting a real Hannibal Lector vibe from this place.
III
[It probably says something about Harry that he feels instantly paranoid the moment he finds himself in the gift shop. Then again, when you suddenly find yourself magically transported into an overly cheery gift shop it's hard not feeling paranoid.
Harry eyes the stuffed animals carefully as he passes them. Honestly he half expects them to start growing fangs and spring to life at any moment. That's probably a sign he needs to take a vacation, but there's no rest for the wicked and especially no rest for a wizard living in Chicago.
When he notices the pedestal it quickly grabs his attention, the globe especially. In it he sees a picture of not one person but many. Thomas, Murphy, Molly, Mouse and Mister, the Carpenters, all the people he's come to love as friends and family. The tension in his shoulders begins to disappear and the inscription brings an honest smile to his face.]
Starting to wonder if Mr. Sunshine is behind this.
[He looks around the gift shop again.]
Still, feels like there's a lot easier way to get the message across.