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sirenspull2012-11-07 10:49 pm
freeholding) wrote in sirenspull2012-11-07 10:49 pm
[001 - video]
[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.]]
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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Loki, what actually happens when we go home? Is there something that could trigger it? Whatever information, even if you don't think it's relevant - please, tell me.
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I mean, I tried leaving earlier. The Ways worked, so I guess I have a way out - but I couldn't... get far.
[ which is pretty embarrassing to admit ]