Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)
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				Title: <strong>Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hall</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 02:47:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"></span><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rain City</span></span><br></div><br><div align="center">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/alexgprb/4cd66217-92a7-450b-9c91-e25cde1723dd.jpg?t=1398126604)</div><br>Seattle is a city in deadlock, a place where the slightest move could be the hairtrigger for a supernatural war. The underworld tendrils of the local faction of the White Court, headed by sex trafficker Lucrezia Raith, have reached an impasse with the political machinations of the Red Court, led by Alejandro Delgado. Unimpressed, but not ignorant, of the efforts of the vampire factions the Fae of Seattle are focused on their own issues. Kailen, Duke of Summer, has been driven mad by human attempts at deforestation and Ysabelle, Duchess of Winter, has trouble enough dealing with the large stronghold of Wyldfae in her dominion. Added to the mix are an apathetic Warden, a group of disenfranchised Native American shapeshifters, and a priestess sent from the inner council of the Red Court. Sooner or later, something's got to give. <br><br>OOC Thread - https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202206.msg9882176#msg9882176<br>Recruitment Thread - https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=201363.0
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hall</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 02:48:05</strong>
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				It was raining in Seattle that morning. Yesterday it had been a fine drizzle barely strong enough to soak through a summer jacket. By the evening it had grown heavier, the steady rhythm beating out on the drum that was familiar to the long-term residents of the Emerald City. When it reached the early hours of the morning it had become something titanic. The storm drains were filled, cars veered off the road, and the waterfront properties flooded. The ferocious roar of water throwing itself against the pavement was the only sound, a background symphony to the unpleasant business of Seattle at night. People woke during the storm, in the warm comfort of their own beds, confused until they heard the angry beast slapping at the window. <br><br>At three o'clock the first and only lightning bolt of the night struck. It struck out over the water off Mercer Island harmlessly enough, but those that saw it swore that it was a monster of a thing. Twice as large as any lightning bolt they had ever seen, three times as bright, burnt into their eyes long, long after it had faded from the sky. In years to come people still spoke of that storm - the worst Seattle had seen in many lifetimes. Other people, those in the know, remember it for another reason.<br><br>It was the night that Feng Zhou, Warden of Seattle, died. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rajah</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 20:42:13</strong>
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				Being in the know meant a lot of things, most of them a little horrifying. One of those - maybe the main thing, depending on who you ask - is that you stop taking things for granted. Nothing's innocent. No coincidences.<br><br>Where there's smoke, there's fire.<br><br>Jake leaned back against the glass door of his balcony, soaked to the skin and wincing as the heavens split with light and fury. The storm was so loud he almost didn't expect to hear it, but he did, and felt it, too. The thunder's percussion followup resonated in his bones. It made him uneasy. A storm like this was hell on practitioners: drowning the streets in running water, grounding almost everything. Water magic got to cheat, and he knew a fair amount of it, but not everyone was so lucky - and even in his case, water was far from his best footing, magically speaking. Like light, it was a secondary element, one he could command with surety but not quite confidence. <em>Which means a night where we're vulnerable.</em> Humans weren't the only ones to suffer, plenty of beasties and bugaboos had trouble with running water...but not all of them. An ill omen, and he was in the business of taking ill omens seriously.<br><br>He headed back inside, crossing through his threshold. As he did he called power and sent it shifting slowly and carefully through his clothes, driving the water out of them and then sending it rolling across the carpet without sinking in until it could climb his spartan kitchen counters and vanish down a drain. He stood for a moment as the process completed, taking stock.<br><br>'Spartan' was an aesthetic that defined just about exactly half of his uncomfortably large studio apartment: the simple, spotless white carpet had little to landmark its expanse, a bedroll here (no frame), a desk with a prayer mat there, scattered notebooks, three tables with an assortment of raw materials placed in unlabeled tupperware containers and stacked neatly. No phone; there was a laptop on a short pedestal against the wall near his bedroll,&nbsp; guarded by a half-circle of unworked copper and water stirred by one of those cute little endless fountains. The other half all started above shoulder height, a riot of artwork ranging from traditional paintings, murals, and one ancient-looking tapestry to a variety of carefully-supported sculptures and fixtures, including a massive hanging garden that stretched through the whole of the apartment with a handful of bubble terrariums hanging from it. Heaven below, a clean white sky, with earth above. The inversion had power in it, confusing and off-balancing hostile forces, preventing them from bringing their strength to bear properly. For him, the complicated mental arithmetic needed to navigate the local metaphysics was as familiar and easy as his times tables, or as his times tables would be if he practiced them every day. He padded over to his desk after the water had drained away, looking over the items there and then collecting them one by one.<br><br>A gun. Snub-nosed revolver, large caliber, slit in its holster for its relevant paperwork. Three rounds hollowpoint, one round streaked with blessed silver (whole rounds of silver were expensive, which wasn't much an object for him, and often impractical, which was), two rounds cast iron.<br><br>A keyring to a motorcycle that had never actually finished the assembly line, which had required a lot of interference and paperwork-shuffling to arrange; the symbolism was worth it, though, and it could call together Jake's ride half again as fast as the first set of ordinary keys he'd enchanted starting out.<br><br>A red amber amulet. Where the keys to his bike built it up out of whatever was laying around, this was more esoteric: it was also a key, linked to a chest of red amber buried somewhere nondescript in the Nevernever, and in that chest was a singular and terrible axe. Jake wore the gun to warn the unwary off, a precaution, a polite request to the world to avoid stupid decisions that might give him cause to draw it. He wore the amulet for very different reasons. There was nothing precautionary or polite about it, and you could get the sense of that from the way it caught the light, if you knew how to look.<br><br>The other things were newer, untested and unstoried. A little piece of mirror-polished steel he'd used to signal other kids as a kid himself, charmed to take in a fifty-foot radius and send a luminous, miniaturized, illusory copy of it to a foot-wide hoop of similar metal with a pair of unmarked leather grips; as close to a magical camera feed as he'd been able to rig. A pair of novelty handcuffs with a shiny-smooth river stone set into the chain, capable of drawing a "current" of flowing water around the cuffs. A cracked fossil from a Paleozoic predator whose magic would be burned away in its first use; after about ten seconds of working itself up to the task it'd act as a kind of specialized grenade, one that would wreak terrible damage on stone, metal, concrete, glass...but not organic life or materials of any kind, although of course one's glasses exploding in one's eyes or a car crumpling around you tended to be pretty damaging. And one last thing: a plain white umbrella. There was nothing special about the umbrella, but it would keep the worst of the rain off. The water trick wasn't exactly inconspicuous, after all.<br><br>Tools of the trade. Man's comfort was ever in his arms and armor, Jake knew, just as he knew how little that could count for against the things that would make of man an enemy. <em>But then,</em> he thought, feeling the reassuring weight of his holster as he buckled it, <em>they take the same comfort in their claws and scales, right up until the moment they remember whose world this is, and who has a <strong>right</strong> to be counted in it.</em> He smiled at the thought, and it wasn't a very nice smile.<br><br><em>I should see the Collins-Myer girl on my way to check in with the Old Man. If this turns out to be out of my league - and I've got that feeling - it couldn't hurt to see about enlisting backup. She seems like she's into killing things. More importantly, the RIGHT things. Maybe swing by the apothecary too, see if there's anything on offer...</em><br><br>Jake Merigold, lieutenant Warden to a man soon dead or dead already, stepped out and locked the door behind him. He headed downstairs, took the first left through the hall, and then he was on his way to storm-chasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 02:47:23</strong>
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				Alana grumbled as she continued unpacking, all the domestic stuff had been unpacked weeks ago but these boxes only just arrived. It was mostly the stuff for her lab and various other things she needed for her magic and weapons, lots of weapons. She was using the large attic room as a lab/workshop set up. The apartment was large and had cost a lot but her previous profession paid really well. She was dressed in loose fitting jeans and a black Nightwish t-shirt. She worked quickly keeping everything in order, an old CD boombox blaring out operatic metal. She didn't have nearly as much trouble&nbsp; with technology as a full wizard as she didn't have as much raw magical power and she took measures to protect the apartments appliances.<br><br>She turned off the music and padded down the stairs to the main apartment, the living room consisted of several bookcases filled with paperbacks and leather bound tomes the latter she inherited from her adopted father and mentor Malcolm Walker. Another bookcase was filled with graphic novels and science fiction books, her little sisters contribution to the room. The sofa and armchairs came with the apartment and the landlord had explained the theory of eclectic interior design to her. Though they didn't match they were comfortable so she hadn't bothered to have her old furniture shipped from Bristol. <br><br>She relaxed on the sofa a while waiting for her sister Kate to arrive back from a date. She had just started to nod off when the phone rang eliciting a string of profanity from the young sorceress. She answered wearily "Walker residence, Alana speaking" She was annoyed enough for a lot of her English west-country accent to be more pronounced. "Hello Alana, how are you settling in? You should stop by the club some time...we would have such a good time" Alana shuddered in disgust, it was Karim Raith. "What do you want Raith, it's late."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"I need you to find Blake for me and bring him to Bell Harbour warehouse seventeen, he's been a naughty dog." Alana burst out laughing almost dropping the phone. "You want me to bring in a trained killer alive? That's going to be un-fucking-beliveably expensive." She noted down the information and hung up the phone before he could come on to her again. Good thing her weapons got in today she mused as she climbed the stairs to gear up.<br><br>She was in her civilian dress but had foci at hand and a tranq pistol and enough darts to bring down a zoo, she hated the grab missions especially nights like this and it was even more dangerous given what she knew about him. For some reason the Raith vampire prick thought had been hiding at Evergreen Point Road, Medina though the rat bastard didn't tell her where on the street. She drove an old battered SUV that had been cheap and was useful for a grab like this, plenty of boot-space. She was unsure how she would get the guy in the trunk, she was stronger than she looked but was not inhumanly strong. She drove along to see if there were any signs of the whereabouts of her target.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 05:19:52</strong>
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				Time had passed since her arrival in the mortal realm, though she'd be hard pressed to tell anyone exactly how many days had gone by (either through being used to different time or sheer boredom at the fact that she could be expected to remember) and still these mortals find new and interesting ways to impress her. These rounded, palm sized cakes of batter, topped and filled with all manners of sugary treats made for a delicious, if somewhat unsatisfactorily easy to catch, treat.&nbsp; <br><br>N'emea had come to the Great Wheel, one of the cities treasures, and to be fair it was a rather impressive monument. Still, she’d rather be dancing and playing along the girders and wires then marching in the rain, consuming the current lemon flavored treat, and awaiting the arrival of her guests. A small friend had accompanied her to the meet, followed her and had been idly strolling between her legs in a figure eight, the plump alley tabby making hopeful noises at the taller member of it’s lineage. Smiling, she knelt down and offered a piece of the sweet bread to the greedy fat lump, one gloved hand stroking its soaked fur. “Your quest for food overwhelms sense today little one hmm? Seeking the finer treats others would miss in this dreary weather.”<br><br>She sighs, standing as she looks about the gathering place, closed for hours clearly and still she waits. Her hat’s brim dropping downward a bit in the rain, and her boots splishing in the water puddle that’s accumulated beneath the carriage she waits beneath for her meet. Eyeing the cat again, who lacks the sense to leave once its treat is had, she sighs softly, “Your gift of food comes not without price my corpulent companion. I will ask a boon perhaps in the future soon.” <br><br>If the tabby understands her, it gives no sign, just thumping happily against her booted foot. Her reddish hair dangles in wet strands, even as lightning crackles in the distance. Her eyes narrow a bit as she turns towards the striking points in the distance, one hand brushing over her rapier. Her skin tingles slightly, even as her lips purse “Pfwah…familial obligations…duty…there is no battle to be had here…no stories to be won or glory to be found. Somewhere there is prey to be found and chased, and I would have it…” <br><br>Her grumbles cease for a moment as her ear twitches slightly. A puddle splash, her guest approaches. A small, toothy smile crosses her lips, one fang peeking out, even as she nudges her foot to impress the need to leave upon her companion, who takes the hint. No accorded ground to be had here, no promises of safe conduct. She wouldn't have it any other way, of course. <br><br>(Open for anyone to jump in really...or just the idea discussed w/ Hall) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hall</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 20:02:28</strong>
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				The air cooled suddenly, like stepping inside a walk-in freezer. The rain that had been falling in gentle sheets turned to sleet that settled into unappetising lumps of slush. The darkness of the evening seemed to draw in even closer as a lithe figure stepped out of the shadow of the Wheel. She wore a gown of blue goassamer silk that gently hugged her form and trailed behind her, staying dry and perfect despite the slush she was wading through. She had the usual supernatural beauty of the fae, an aquiline nose on a flawless face that was at once perfect and slightly terrifying, graced with catlike eyes of a deep maroon. <br><br>"Dear Cat," the Winter Sidhe said as she moved across the open space as though gliding on ice. "I am Ysabelle, Duchess of Winter. Such a pleasure to meet thee at long last, even if I had need to summon thee here with a messenger of the Wyld Fae,"<br><br>She walked around N'emea in a great circle, swishing the changing blue hue of her silk behind her, flicking up slush. Her hair hung down in white rivulets, decorated with&nbsp; dangling icicles that looked like crystal, woven into her locks. She finished appraising her, and then turned her back with a tut. She flicked her head back to gaze at the catgirl with eyes that blazed like fire.<br><br>"Thou art most beautiful for a creature that chooses to dwell with mortals," Ysabelle drawled. "It has been many months since thee entered my city, dear Cat, and thou hast not visited mine court in that time. I understand the fickle nature of the Wyld, do not misunderstand me, but manners are important even amongst your kind. Thy rudeness places thee within mine debt. And I wouldst ask a favour of thee,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Savant of the Wastes</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 01:53:09</strong>
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				There was nothing quite like the smell of rain and formaldehyde in the afternoon, Saunders thought to himself, as he sat cross-legged in front of a tea kettle, stirring it slowly. It was, he was happy to note, very nearly a unique thought. It didn't come up much. It was like a small adventure on its own. The kettle began to steam, and he peered owlishly into the depths. <br><br>He'd had a lot of orders lately, he mused. It happened, this time of year. Beyond the usual run of cold cures and warming solutions, he'd filled up the rest of his containers with an assortment of creative nastiness and other such potions. So right now, all he had left was a kettle. He'd have to go without his morning tea for a while, which was a shame. But this new brew was going to be exciting! He'd got the idea from some smelling salts he'd seen in a shop window the other day. The two tiny stones were in fact, slowly melting away in the mixture. They were the stand-ins for smell. The lovely formaldehyde was the base of the potion, he'd had to wear a mask just after he'd poured it in. After that, inspiration came swiftly. He'd been trying to figure out the recipe for a week now, but as was their habit, his muses woke up at the last moment. <br><br>He'd managed to acquire a bit of fox fur for touch, and a rather expensive brand of ground pepper for taste. After adding those two, the mixture was already starting to bubble furiously, threatening to escape the kettle, which made the next bit very tricky. Carefully, he exposed it to a black-light for sight, and brought out the recording of a hunting bugle he had prepared earlier for sound. The was already dying down, but the last two ingredients still needed to go in quickly, very quickly indeed.&nbsp; A drop of his own blood was trickled in for spirit, and a very strong round of vodka for mind. Now, all he needed to do was focus and stir.<br><br>Just focus and stir. It was a quiet day. He didn't expect any customers for a while now. He could just sit here and do his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 06:04:09</strong>
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				N'emea's skin bristled and prickled at the sudden wave of cold. Though she held no particular love for any court personally, her families alignment put her somewhat against the side of Winter. And to have this Winter harlot speak with the honeyed tongue that she never had patience for, only makes a low rumble in her chest grow, even as her hand clenched and unclenched about the hilt of her sword, before forcing herself to relax for a moment. "A true pity, certainly, having to sully your high born nature with such a common Wyld. Still...we all must tolerate those things in life which we truly regret." <br><br>The mere thought of owing this creature a favor raises her hackles, and makes her ears twitch in annoyance. Would that things were as simple as they were in Grandfather's time, when the mortal world was larger, vaster it seemed from his stories. Now, it seemed, one could not go for a lively stroll, chase some prey, without encroaching upon someone elses' territory. Still, appearances, balances. The curriences of Fae, obligations. She had suffered an insult upon the Winter court, hunting in their territory, though by her standards only a minor one. <br><br>Tapping a gloved finger against her chin, she pondered. The past few days had been so lacking in adventure, and this otherwise boring and trivial matter could perhaps spice up the tedium. Spinning as she's circled, her boot squeaks on the slippery asphalt, even as a toothy grin spreads across her face. "If you believe insult given then I apologize and grant you a boon, freely given to ask. Though speak it plain and true, and by your word given that I will not visit harm upon any that truly deserve it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 19:31:50</strong>
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				<strong>Kenneth O'Hannagan</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong> <em>2600 Evergreen Point Road, Medina</em><br><strong>Time:</strong><em>Early Morning</em><br><strong>Active Tags:</strong> <em>Shadow of A Dragon, Hidden From View, Here Comes The Rain, It's Too Early For This Shit</em><br><br><br><br>Most nights, Kenneth liked Seattle. For most magical practitioners and otherworldly creatures, the near-constant rainfall was an unpleasant muffler over their talent or an outright drain on their existence, but for him it was soothing. When it rained, the roiling heat in his belly subsided for a bit, and with it the constant irritability and mood swings that came with a direct, if unidirectional, tap into the unfathomable mind of an elder dragon currently dwelling in the mountains of Eastern Europe.<br><br>Tonight was not one of those nights. He liked to spend rainy evenings inside, preferably asleep, or else enjoying the creature comforts of his small but cozy and well-stocked apartment. Instead, he was out in the pouring rain, soaked through his best coat, and squishing around the property of a man who had just been murdered while the residual energies of the dead Warden's protective wards clawed at his brain. <br><br>He'd woken up abruptly at the sharp pain in his skull heralding an incoming message from Mortifax. It was familiar by now, but the way the dragon took control of his own mouth and vocal cords - a reciprocal of the gift of power that let Kenneth harness and expel raw dragonfire - never stopped being unpleasant or creepy.<br><em>"The White Council wizard Feng Zhou is dead. Long ago, he stole from my horde a treasure, and I wish its return. Go to his home and reclaim it. Should it be missing, find it, and reclaim it from its new owner."</em><br><br>So there he was, on the scene of a crime, looking to commit another. Zhou's defensive wards had been breached or otherwise dispelled, and though the door still hung loosely off its hinges, the interior room was visibly untouched. The shelves were lined with all manner of trinkets and artifacts from across the world in no particular arrangement, though many were surrounded by their own miniature wards that indicated enchantments or spells bound into them. Quickly, he began scouring the collection for the inscribed pendant his master had portrayed in Kenneth's mind - the sooner he found it, the sooner he could get out of here before anyone came to investigate the Warden, who was presumably out back somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hall</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 20:24:02</strong>
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				Ysabelle smiled as she continued her circuit around N'emea, her serpentine tongue pressed between her teeth in either amusement or irritation. Her cat-like eyes flashed.<br><br>"Be careful of thy tongue, dear Cat," she said, her voice a low hiss. "Lest I take further offence at thine actions. Had thou a formal education at Court then mayhap control thy temper more...appropriately,"<br><br>She raised her hand in a smooth circle before dropping it down again to her side. The air cooled further around her hand, condensing down into the form of a curved sabre. The sword of ice glittered, reflecting the lights from the Wheel for half a second, before it vanished again, turning into sparkling motes of light that flew away into the gloomy darkness of the night. <br><br>"All of us have our bodkins, dear Cat," Ysabelle said. "And tonight, thou shalt be mine. There are matters afoot in the city that I would have a stake in. The wizard Feng Zhou is dead, slain by mortal hand. It is not a matter of Fae, but I can not let it lie. I bed thee, find Zhou's killer and bring him Winter's justice,"<br><br>The glitter of her dress grew brighter, and then she was gone, a dozen glimmering motes that dissolved into nothingness. All that remained, for just a second, was the ghost of a sharp, predatory smile.<br><br>"Do not fail me in this, dear Cat. Thy place in Faerie depends upon it," <br><br>And then she was gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 22:33:22</strong>
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				N'emea listened to the speeches, starry nights how her sister and brother fae loved to hear the sounds of their own voices. She preferred the sound of metal clanging, the beating of her hearts, the rush of blood in her ears during those uncertain moments of combat, of chasing prey. The education comment stings, ever so slightly. She knows what she is, an aberration to the Fae, As much as she revels in it, she's as shamed by it as well. <br><br>At the sight of that rapier, her own had been drawn in a flash, her reflexes on par with any member of any court, the Fae metal glinting in the lights that flutter away. Before turning back. "To hunt your prey...to find them..an adventure by any sort, but your justice, Winter justice..." her voice hisses in a trailed off manner that voices her displeasure, and makes it known. <br><br>As the Winter disappears, she simply stares for a moment, before swiping her sword through the empty space where she was. It served no purpose but to make her feel better, before sheathing her sword back at her side with a soft slide of metal. The air warming considerably after the Winters departure, even as she taps a boot along the ground, pondering her next move. <br><br>"Grandfather, what would you do in this situation Hmmm? You would probably laugh and smile and know exactly where to turn..your friends would help. I've none of these things in the mortal world, fewer still in the Fae. So where to start Grandfather?" Her foot slides along the asphalt some more, sliding through the rapidly melting slush "Friends.."<br><br>It was obvious now, the wizard, whoever this person was it was not one that she had heard of, she had yet to cross paths with the mortal creature, but he must have friend within the city. She had seen some things that would be of interest to a wizard. The answer was was startlingly simple as she danced a tiny jig, and set off running in leaps and bounds, headless of the toxic substance she was skirting between, her gloves and clothes protecting her from the light contact she made even as she dashed towards the city proper, fangs gleaming. <br><br>She would go shopping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Savant of the Wastes</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 02:12:17</strong>
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				Carefully setting the kettle down, Saunders rushed over to the door, setting his face in the warm, happy smile of the commensurate businessman. "Welcome to Saunder's Spectacular Solutions, what-" He paused mid-spiel as saw Sarah, his smile fading slightly. "So I guess you're not here to buy anything?" He looked rather put out as he said this. Johnathan always had the sneaking suspicion that Sarah didn't like him very much. Or appreciate his very important work. He found this odd. He was personable, wasn't he? He had sold the whole group of them some very quality concoctions last time, at a very reasonable price as well. He still shuddered quietly at the memory of giving away one for free. But well... Circumstances had been dire.<br><br>Still, his smile resurfaced as he looked over at Sarah. "Now, the bat signal you say? What exactly happened? I really should pack some proper supplies, if Mister Merigold wants my help. I have a few potions for every sort of situation. Very fair price. Practically giving them away, really." He grinned, waving her into the shop as he dashed to and fro, tossing bottles into a dingy leather backpack. The door he left open. "Come on, can't you smile a little? You look like someone died. I thought you liked these little adventures. Why else would you always be running about when they happen?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 22:32:06</strong>
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				N'emea had taken her time getting to where she was going, stopping at one of the many hidey holes she had secreted around the city. She'd retrieved her cloak, slipping the leather weave over her head. A sore comfort now, given that she was already drenched, but still, the pitter patter of rain had gotten annoying. Then, she had gotten a bit more distracted, staring at a blinky advertisement on the side of a building for a few minutes. The lights had been so soothing, soft, warm. They flickered so nicely. But still, she had her mission and could not be distracted by the..pretty...<br><br>She shook her head clear and remained on course. She enjoyed traveling in a haphazard way, and though she could probably have gotten there faster by simply travelling from A to B, she preferred a less direct route, stopping at C, 9, Q, and ^ in between all of them. Besides, the wizard was dead, surely he could not be going far if she were not right there. And always new sites to see, new things to explore. <br><br>Still, she eventually made it there, the rain crackling against her cloak, which in the darkness and the rain, could be mistaken for a slicker of sorts, before entering the shop. Pausing and smiling at the twinkly little thing that goes off when she enters, she keeps the hood up for the moment, letting the darkness of it conceal her face. Her nostrils sniff and flare as she inhales the various scents and things of the shop. Two occupants, that she can smell, though with everything in here it could very well muddy her sense. Moving forward, boots making a heavy clomping noise against the floor as she approaches the rack where someone is standing, the male. The one she observed running this curio shop before, when she explored. <br><br>"The wizard&nbsp; Feng Zhou...I would know of him...if you please shop keep..." her hand moving up slowly, to tip back the cloak, splatters of water dropping to the floor, before tilting the hood back. Her not quite human visage coming into view, the eyes that are...wrong, the smile that's a little too fangy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Savant of the Wastes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 17:28:07</strong>
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				Saunder grinned as N'emea stepped in. "Ah, this time it certainly is a customer!" He said cheerily, looking her up and down approvingly. He wasn't put off by the fangs. As a whole, Johnathan approved of Fae. They never went back on a bargain, didn't expect any sort of loyalty without paying for it, and he enjoyed the mental gymnastics of setting up a deal. Many of them were also a good deal more cheerful than the other specimen in front of him, though they would both probably skewer him with some manner of unpleasant objects if he wasn't careful. Not a lot of magic didn't mean you didn't get into a lot of trouble. Though that was also part of the fun.<br><br>"Please, come in, come in. The Warden you say? I could tell you quite a few things. The question is, what exactly do you want to know?" He gestured her over to one of the many tables around the shop, this one empty, except for a tall fluted hookah in the middle. Tourists loved those. Said it was 'authentic'. He dashed over to a shelf, hopping about as his fingers ran over the row of bottles, mumbling over the contents. "Let me see... Vodka, snake poison, chocolate milk, amonia, Gatorade... Here we are!" He removed one bottle, functionally identical to all the rest, and set it down on the table. "Could I offer you some tea, while you help me, help you?" He said, smiling. He glanced over at Sarah and nodded. "If you want, you're free to stop watering my floorboards and have a seat." Always important to be a good host. Doubly so in this crowd. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rain City IC (A Dresden Files RPG)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 09:46:15</strong>
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				Alana was in a foul mood, she hated driving in the rain and was about ready to pay the White Court&nbsp; jackasses a little visit and with the storm augmenting her magic she'd likely do a lot of damage though she was under no illusions of her chances of survival. She had made sure Kate was safe home before going on this excursion. She mused about what Quentin Blake must have done to piss off his employers but it was clear why they wanted her to do it.<br><br>Several years before Queintin had tried to force himself on Alana and she put him down hard. His reputation had survived mostly due to Alana's own reputation but she would enjoy putting the bastard down again. But then a merc was a far cry from a Warden and she had killed four, but she still hadn't found the one who killed Malcolm and she figured she never would the way the war was going for the council.&nbsp; <br><br>She drove along scowling, unsure how she would even know what to look out for when she saw the charm bracelet on her wrist start to glow and she stopped suddenly and looked around a little confused. The charm that had been glowing was designed to detect wards and veils. She looked around and used the sight. <br><br>She never really liked using the sight but it was necessary at times.&nbsp; She could see the careful working of a veil ward. She saw the house and there was something shadowy over the house. Alana got out of the car and got her bow, knives and Colt Python. She approached the house slowly knife in one hand and gun in another. 
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