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bravenewworld2016-03-27 07:17 pm
no_love_potions) wrote in bravenewworld2016-03-27 07:17 pm
Another Town, Another Problem
A
Everyone's probably seen the ad at some point or another. It's been in the newspapers for around about a year now and passed around here and there on business cards. Small, unassuming but the subject of a few mumbles among people who actually notice it. And who can blame them, while the format isn't exactly an attention grabber the content is probably unusual enough. A simple address beneath a block of plain, boring text.
HARRY DRESDEN - WIZARD AND PRIVATE DETECTIVE
Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties or Other Entertainment
The address points to a simple office on the third floor of a building in Union's business district. A frosted glass window on the door proudly displays the same name and title as the ad. Anybody venturing inside will find a musky old office containing little more than a worn old desk with a few equally worn chairs in front of a small window with a wonderful view of the brick wall next door, a couple of filing cabinets and a couch against one wall that looks very much like it had been dragged off a curb somewhere. A ceiling fan squeaks obnoxiously overhead.
More important is probably the tall man stretched out on that couch. One hand dangling off the side next to an empty coffee cup resting on its side and a magazine over his face muffling his snoring. A Lillipup snoozes away curled up on his chest.
... Business is slow.
B.
There's a man wandering around the streets of Union. A very, very tall man in a long black leather duster and otherwise plain clothes and sneakers. Mouse the Lillipup trots along at his side as he weaves and wanders his way through the streets.
It's a pretty strange sight as the man doesn't seem to have any idea where the heck he's going. Just kind of weaving around randomly on the streets and sidewalks, even doubling back and looping around here and there. Is he blind? Maybe. That'd certainly explain the tinted glasses he's wearing despite the sun beginning to dip over the horizon.
Maybe he's just piss drunk.
Blind or not, he's not particularly watching where he's going so you'd better watch out if you cross his path unless you want to get run over. Or you can stop him if you're feeling more curious.
Everyone's probably seen the ad at some point or another. It's been in the newspapers for around about a year now and passed around here and there on business cards. Small, unassuming but the subject of a few mumbles among people who actually notice it. And who can blame them, while the format isn't exactly an attention grabber the content is probably unusual enough. A simple address beneath a block of plain, boring text.
Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties or Other Entertainment
The address points to a simple office on the third floor of a building in Union's business district. A frosted glass window on the door proudly displays the same name and title as the ad. Anybody venturing inside will find a musky old office containing little more than a worn old desk with a few equally worn chairs in front of a small window with a wonderful view of the brick wall next door, a couple of filing cabinets and a couch against one wall that looks very much like it had been dragged off a curb somewhere. A ceiling fan squeaks obnoxiously overhead.
More important is probably the tall man stretched out on that couch. One hand dangling off the side next to an empty coffee cup resting on its side and a magazine over his face muffling his snoring. A Lillipup snoozes away curled up on his chest.
... Business is slow.
B.
There's a man wandering around the streets of Union. A very, very tall man in a long black leather duster and otherwise plain clothes and sneakers. Mouse the Lillipup trots along at his side as he weaves and wanders his way through the streets.
It's a pretty strange sight as the man doesn't seem to have any idea where the heck he's going. Just kind of weaving around randomly on the streets and sidewalks, even doubling back and looping around here and there. Is he blind? Maybe. That'd certainly explain the tinted glasses he's wearing despite the sun beginning to dip over the horizon.
Maybe he's just piss drunk.
Blind or not, he's not particularly watching where he's going so you'd better watch out if you cross his path unless you want to get run over. Or you can stop him if you're feeling more curious.
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Mouse settled back on the couch beside his trainer, eyeing the old man carefully and glancing between him and Harry. For his part, Harry stayed right where he was on the couch scratching the back of his head and rubbing a hand over the scratchy stubble on his chin.
"... So, can I help you?"
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"Unfortunately not. I have received a message from the Council of Magi. Apparently they were prepared to ignore you so long as you were nice and far away here in Union. Now that we have an official presence in the city, though, I'm afraid it falls to me as the senior representative to 'put the fear of the Gods in you.'"
If Harry thought that sounded absurd, he could probably tell that Ridcully also felt it to be fairly absurd just from the man's facial expression. He looked like it was taking all his self control to stop his eyes from rolling so hard they got lost under the couch.
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"Okay." He figured he'd stayed sitting long enough for the order to get up to considered suitably dismissed. Clapping his hands on his knees he stood, giving the older Mage an entirely insincere smile. "Well, you can go ahead and tell the Mage Council that I'm just all aquiver with fright and we can all get back to ignoring each other, and maybe get some breakfast. Or lunch. Or both."
He started toward where his coat hung from a hook by the door then paused for a moment, thoughtfully, then his eyebrows raised and he gave a little nod.
"Lunkfast."