sirenspull | [001

[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.]]

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Thanks for the advice, but I'm really not the type to sit around on my thumbs.

[ that makes....... two of them oh dear... ]

[Lecture in 3...2...1...go!]

Look, kid, I get it.

[He throws his hands up in mock surrender.]

You think you're a big badass or something, can take on anything the night throws at you. Hell, you might even have the experience. But I can tell you one thing, you can't handle what's out there. No one can.

I am not a kid, not in age nor in experience. [ he takes the most offense to that tbh ]

Again, thanks for the advice, I'm sure you mean well - but stuff it up your ass. Fully-trained combat wizard, here. I've been throwing down with nasties since I was sixteen, and a little more Darkness doesn't spook me.

Fully trained combat wizard? You from somewhere where Dungeons and Dragons is considered combat experience?

[No, really, you sound like a nerd Harry.

But seriously:]

Anyway, that sounds great, really, but no amount of experience can prepare you for some of those things. Trust me.

I'm from Chicago, where it's considered "recreational fun". But thanks.

[ yeah he blows things up and plays table top rpgs

what now? ]

I get you're trying to be helpful, but man - you suck at it. Unless you're the authority on all things Port, I honestly am not backing down. Even then, I won't. So really, where's all this sage advice coming from? You're not even old enough to be my dad.

Edited 2012-11-11 07:22 (UTC)

[Ugh, Chicago. Shitty town, even apart from the fact he got torn to ribbons there...]

I've been here a year, so I'd say I'm pretty well read on this city.

[But obviously this kid's dead set on killing himself, so he's letting it lie for now.

The age thing though, that gets his attention.]

And technically I'm 58, so I'd say I am. Unless you're one of those bastards who steals life force, along with blowing out everyone's electricity.

Awesome for you. Tell me more things I could stand to know, and be extra-super condescending. I totally dig that.

[ Just don't call Chicago names to Harry's face. Or his roommate's, that's for sure. ]

Yeah, but you're not. So, let's just get a few things straight: I'm not that type of practitioner. You're some stranger who called magic "crap", then proceeded to lecture me like I'm incapable of figuring out what I'm in for. If you find me and what I do offensive, just say so. Bonus points if you do it to my face.

Edited 2012-11-13 04:24 (UTC)

[He's sure Chicago is a perfectly nice town outside his mauling- and the Cubs.]

You know, I know a witch you really need to meet. Sound just like you, I mean word for word.

[ oh no you didn't just bring the cubs into this!!!

but anyways. ]

As long as she doesn't accuse me of plagiarism, feel free to name drop if that's what you're into. You get on her bad side too?

[You always bring the Cubs into it, it's like a law of nature or something.]

What, I'm on your bad side now for giving you a little advice?

Nah, just for calling me "kid". The advice is sound, it's the delivery could use some work.

[ Petty greivances, thy name is Harry. Plus, this guy reminds him of a grumpy SOB he once knew. ]

Okay, I'll give you that.

[It's a begrudging "apology, at least, the only apology he gives.]

I take it back, you're not exactly like her. You'll listen to sense, at least.

I'm obstinate, not suicidal. I never said I wouldn't listen to reason.

I've just got a habit of disregarding it from time to time.

[ READ: ALL THE TIME. ]

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