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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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"A little." He casts a look down to the guilty-looking Vulpix. "I was in the middle of studying the wandering habits of missing Skitties. But I was running into a few hitches so I was thinking of getting back to the drawing board anyway."
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"You're certainly not going to lack for felines and normal-types here. How long has it been gone for?"
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"The one I'm looking for is about two and a half feet tall, twenty-six pounds, wears a white bow on its tail and apparently loves walking in circles." He's a little dizzy from following that trail. "Don't suppose you've seen one matching that description?"
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A sulky tailswish from the Vulpix pauses mid-flick, followed by a thoughtful tilt of its head. A white bow, a white bow.. Has he seen one recently? He then barks at the Lillipup: Have you checked out the boxes behind the westside market place?
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Mouse looks up at the Vulpix's bark, tilting his head thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head. No. Why, did you see something there?
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It's a cat. A hind leg lifts as Kenaz tips his head to the left, then starts scratching behind one ear, mindful of his forehead curls. Fish market starts early, fresh stinky leftovers are a hot commodity. Plus cat pokémon love the smell in the empty crates.
That and the boxes lull them into a false sense of security on the prank and theft fronts. Not that he'll be admitting to old capers from before he started following Sophia around.
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"Looks like." Harry shrugs a bit, returning Sophia's smile with a slightly tired one of his own. "But I'll figure it out. Maybe head back and rework this spell-wha?"
He cuts off suddenly and looks down to his Lilipup who has the end of his coat in his teeth and is tugging at it. Getting his Trainer's attention, the dog bounds away a few steps and barks once, tail wagging excitedly.
"Or... maybe Mouse here'll pick up something up. Got something, boy? Think of something?" Mouse gives another bark and hops away another step, motioning for Harry to hurry up and follow already.
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Sophia doesn't get to verbally pounce on that thanks to the pokémon, distracted by Mouse's actions as much as Harry is. "Some pokémon species are known for their keen sense of smell. Maybe he's picked something up?" Depending on how much of an Odor Sleuth he is, of course. "You'd better keep up! Don't want to miss a chance to find that skitty."
The Riolu glances at Kenaz. He continues scratching his ear. She frowns at him. He'd better not have been sending them off on a wild Zangoose chase!
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Hopefully Kenaz isn't playing any tricks here. Otherwise, there'll be a Lilipup with words for him.
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Kenaz, for once, certainly isn't lying: box alley behind the fish market is certainly teeming with feline (and fish-eating) life. It may be the target is there, or maybe it isn't, but no doubt Mouse may be able to find another pokémon who knows where that missing skitty may be.