Another Town, Another Problem

[no_love_potions]

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.

Comments

[no_love_potions]

It's his own mistake, really, as focused as he on the meandering, winding path of whatever it is he's trying to follow along. So when the Pumpkaboo ends up in his path, he barely notices until the Ghost-Type passes straight through him and sends a frigid chill rushing through him.

"Ghaaaa-haaa--!" He stops in place, freezing in place like he'd just gotten a bucket of ice water dumped right over his head. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. That is just a heck of a wake up call."

[arachnocide]

He lets out a sound of relief as the ghost-type chirps to Kurapika, turning to face Dresden upon hearing the sounds he makes, milky eyes unblinking. "Pairo here is blind, so he usually hangs onto a chain so he doesn't get separate from me." The young man explains as he lifts it up, handing the end back to the pokemon.

"You seemed like you were distracted - is there something on your mind?"

[no_love_potions]

At least the little ghost isn't hurt. Harry too takes a second to shake off the chill but does so quick enough.

"My fault then, sorry about that." He reaches up to remove the glasses from his face, nodding to Pairo there, then turns to address Kurapika. "Something like that. Just a little distracted."

It really is hard to focus on what's actually going on with these things on.

[arachnocide]

He gives a faint nod in response, before pausing a moment - brows knitting in thought, as if debating something, then the young man speaks. "Are you new to this city?" He asked as Pairo ran it's free limb down the chain's length until it's close enough to Kurapika to sit on his shoulder.

[no_love_potions]

"Not that new." He mutters, turning the glasses over in his hands thoughtfully. This is going to need a little tweaking... good idea but not without its bugs. Even if he claims he isn't new, he certainly hasn't made his presence known very much, even though the Warp Band on one arm marks him as an Enlightened. "Maybe a little tweak in the visualization construct."

[arachnocide]

"Ah." He tilts his head, before bowing in apology. "So - your glasses are suppose to bring into the visual spectrum something humans cannot see?" He ventured from the muttered remark, his curiosity piqued, it would be quite useful.

"What is it that you are trying to see, if you don't mind me asking?"

[no_love_potions]

Harry glanced up curiously at that remark. Sharp eye on this kid.

"Something like that. It's a new spin on an old trick." He held up the glasses for Kurapika to get a closer look. "Basically I work up a tracking spell and add a twist to these glasses that should, ideally, make a nice visible trail to follow instead of working purely mentally. Still needs a little work though."