[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/46225469/RP/Dresden/port.png[/img][/center]
Harry stood on the rain slick streets of Chicago. Mab had come to me with a job and, typical for one of the Fae, been frustratingly short on details. Something was missing and she wanted it found, quickly. He gripped his staff and mustered his will, preparing top open a Way. The last of the frost that had come with Mabs arrival was slowly melting.

[color=0072bc]"[i]Apartum[/i]"[/color]

A tear opened in front of him, the white of winter and a dark sky on the other side not looking very inviting given his rain drenched state although with the Winter Mantle it wouldn't bother him a whole lot. Harry stepped through and was given a quick blast of cold before being pulled away to somewhere that was decidedly not a part of Winter.

His first impression was that of blinding pink, his eyes adjusting over time until he could make out the figure of a small girl. An instant later and it seemed that they were no longer alone. He looked around for a moment and decided for the time being to leave his blasting rod inside of his jacket. In his painfully extensive experience beings of evil had the good grace to at least have their lairs look the part, it was like a universal law or something. Pink was totally out.

[color=0072bc]"I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."[/color]