[001 - video]

[freeholding]

[Two men have settled into one of the larger rooms of the Tower. One is tall and lean and looks vaguely untrustworthy, like someone you wouldn't want to share a cab with. He's got a mean-looking scar through the right side of his face, a silver pentacle around his neck, and a dramatic black leather duster hanging off his frame. He's the one seated on the floor, a circle drawn around him (was that done in chalk?) on the lumpy carpet.

The other man is far more respectable looking, but something about him would incite nervousness and distrust if you met him in person. He's older, with greying hair and eyes the color of dead grass. Dressed like a businessman in tailored Givenchy and silver cufflinks, there is nonetheless the sense of a prowling panther as he paces slowly around the outside of the circle.]

Are you ready? [says the man in the suit.]

[The one in the circle opens an eye to glare at his companion.] Are you interrupting a wizard when he's wizarding?

We're on a time table, Dresden.

A what? [The one by the name of "Dresden" squints at the other man like he's in awe of his existence.] I don't care how OCD you are, you don't have a time table yet.

Near and present danger.

Hell's bells, fine. Operation Stress-test commencing in five... four... [His voice trails off as he closes his eyes again, focusing before:] Hexus.

[There's a quick series of pops as all the lights burst into showers of sparks, power sockets go up smoke, and the NV's feed promptly goes dead.]

[[OOC: Blue font is Harry, Green font is John and they'll be replying separately to your comments!

If you'd like to play along, Harry just hexed the electrical things (lights, AC units, TVs, anything really) in their room, and the effect may spread to anyone nearby in the Tower apartments. Feel free to suddenly have a freezing cold shower or have your radio cut out, etc.]]

Comments

[action, but audible on Harry's feed]

[freeholding]

May I answer that question?

[pranksterheir]

I guess...?

[forzare]

Ignore him. [ HE CAN USE HIS OWN NV IF HE WANTS TO CHAT ]

I may have just blown out some of their utilities. Which might not go over too well.

[pranksterheir]

What were you trying to do?

[forzare]

We were testing to see how durable Marcone's NV was.

Usually technology and I don't get along very well - you saw the lights.

[pranksterheir]

Were you going to zap it with lightning or something?

[forzare]

Nah, just with a hex. It was supposed to be contained to just the NV, but you see how well that worked.

I wouldn't go flinging electricity around indoors. [ spoilers: he has ]

[pranksterheir]

What other kinds of spells can you do?

[forzare]

In theory, a lot of different things. Like, I'm good at things that require pre-planning for maximum effect.

I also know my ABCs. [ hurr hurr spelling ]

[pranksterheir]

[He laughs at the joke.] What's the biggest thing you've ever done?

[forzare]

Thaumaturgically speaking? [ That's not even a word, Harry. ]

The biggest thing was probably when I became a private investigator. I'd find things, mostly. It helped that I had skills that worked with the process. [ And brains. ] Or it was the T-Rex. The T-Rex was pretty impressive - not to toot my own horn. But it wasn't really thaumaturgic.

[pranksterheir]

[Wait, what.] T-rex...?

[forzare]

I kinda' reanimated the most complete skeleton of a T-Rex to date. Hi-ho Sue, and all that jazz.

It was for a good cause, I promise.

[pranksterheir]

That... sounds awesome. What did you do with it?

[forzare]

Mainly used her as a battering ram through a horde of zombies.

[ YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP ]

[pranksterheir]

[Oh wow, he is very impressed.] Did you destroy them all?

[action jeeze don't be rUDE]

[forzare]

No, you may not.

And stop lurkin' around.