[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

[forzare]

Uh huh. And I'm guessing SERO hasn't made their research available to the general public.

[ because that'd just be SO typical of rival factions ]

[terminates]

They generally don't.

[forzare]

So, the only way to access special information held by either would be to join their side of the argument.

[ Obvious questions are statements, but he isn't an investigator for naught. He's organizing. ]

AGI and SERO. What are their mission statements? Anything on their hierarchy?

[terminates]

More or less.

AGI wants the Core destroyed and promotes the entertainment industry and slavery. SERO wants to fix the CORE and promotes scientific inquiry and human experimentation.

Those are the basics.

[forzare]

That's enough to start with. And it's enough to tell me I am not ever visiting the company picnics.

[ actually, the set-up sort of reminds him of the sidhe courts; which isn't a fun reminder ]

Which one are you subscribed to, if either?

[terminates]

Neither.

The bounty hunting system is neutral.

[forzare]

An established bounty hunting system, huh. [ Yeah, not doing that either. Personal reasons. ]

I'm a PI back home. If I wanted to set myself up, where would I start? There an office for that?

[terminates]

[ He figured. ]

Check in with the Siren's Port Police Department.

[ He attaches an address in Sector Four. ]

They should be able to give you some direction.