Dresden Files - New Orleans
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				Title: <strong>Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 01:58:29</strong>
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				The Big Easy is a city with many stories and many secrets ... here are a sampling of them ...<br><br><br>The stormy weather of the last few days has left most people feeling unsettled and out of sorts. With the recent history of REALLY BAD weather, maybe the people here pay that little bit more attention to it than most would. At any rate, the weather forecasters seem to have been taken by surprise at the sudden blowup of squals, though they say it will only last a few more days at the most. Most sensible people try to keep out of it as much as possible. What does that say about those who don't?<br><br>Iris and Antonio: Your (separate) sources in the city have both informed you about something a little odd going on. A handfull of goblin warriors, fae of the Wild Hunt, have been seen in and around the city, apparently searching for someone, or something. Fae in the city is odd enough, but when they do show up they tend to be Summer or Winter court. The footmen of the Wild Hunt are another matter altogether. Both of you have tracked their movements to the French Quarter, and it's twisting backstreets.<br><br>Mica, you've been contacted by an individual calling himself Mr Johnson, who wishes to talk to you about the possibility of retrieving a certain item, missing for quite some time, and rumoured to have recently surface in a select market. The meeting has been arranged at a rather secluded Italian resteraunt, Giovannis, nestled deep in the back streets of the French Quarter. Your appointment if for 8pm.<br><br>Taylor and Junior, having run into each other earlier in the day, have been simply hanging out, taking it easy and trying to avoid any bathrobe wearing loonies with pointy objects and bad dispositions. Checking out the tourists is a much better way of enjoying the day. However, the day is wearing on, and the weather isn't really suitable for hanging out on the streets. <br><br>Allen .. you've had a feeling that the storm is portentous, though you're not entirely sure of what. Whatever the reason for it though, it's been making you feel uneasy, which is why you're now out on the streets, rather than doing something more enjoyable. You don't have a clear idea of where you're going, or what you'll find there, but your instincts are pulling you along regardless.<br><br>((OOC - those out on the streets have the option to bump into any of the others. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:24:19</strong>
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				Eyeing the growing darkness, Junior stands from the bench where he's been peoplewatching for most of the afternoon.<br><br>"Don't know about you, man," he says to Taylor, "but I could use a drink.&nbsp; You coming with?&nbsp; Thought I'd go hit Mister Saturday's."<br><br>Not, perhaps, the sanest choice of bars--the ambience is Hollyweird Goth and Voodoo, with an emphasis on the cheese factor!&nbsp; Then again, nobody really clued in is likely to be anywhere near the place (...which is probably Junior's intent, if Taylor thinks about it).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:56:43</strong>
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				[OOC- I'm assuming Iris knows about the neutral grounds?&nbsp; If not, or if you want a contacts roll or anything, just let me know and I'll edit.]<br><br>Iris heads for the Place D'Armes Hotel, pulling up in her battered old pickup truck a few blocks down the road.&nbsp; She hoofs it the rest of the way, giving dirty looks to anyone that stares at her.&nbsp; She's hardly dressed properly-- black and white cammo fatigues, muddy combat boots, a tight black tank top and an open leather jacket.&nbsp; She has her fiery hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, and she has fingerless leather gloves on her hands.<br><br>When she arrives at the hotel, she lets herself into the specific townhouse that houses the neutral grounds.&nbsp; She takes a look around, un-used to the city or it's regulars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 07:43:43</strong>
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				Looking down at the open guitar case, Taylor sighs at the meager earnings his playing has earned him so far, "Yea, I think today is pretty much of a wash.&nbsp; The weather is not being friendly to my wallet."<br><br>"Though Mister Saturday's?" Taylor grimaces at the idea.&nbsp; "I could think of way better places to get a drink.&nbsp; The booze is eh and the atmosphere is just... more eh.&nbsp; About the only good thing about it is that we'd be the only people we know willing to go there at this time."<br><br>Taylor pauses for a moment, "Ah, right.&nbsp; Point.&nbsp; Alright, let's go to Mister Saturday's."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 14:41:05</strong>
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				Junior manages a wry smile.<br><br>"Exactly!&nbsp; I'll put up with wannabes and whoopie-witches for a couple rounds in relative peace and quiet.&nbsp; And since today's a lousy day for busking, I'll buy."<br><br>He eyes the weather again.<br><br>"Guess this might have to be an Arthur Dent kind of beer run, though.&nbsp; Three pint minimum."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 20:04:46</strong>
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				Mica watches the scenery roll by as the streetcar takes her towards the French Quarter. Hopping off several stops past Jackson Square, she stops to get her bearings and unfolds a tourist map. A little red dot marks the location of Giovanni's and with the help of a name plate tagged to the side of a building, she quickly finds her own current location. She memorizes the route and folds the tourist map away, heading towards the Italian Restaurant after a quick glance at her watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:15:42</strong>
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				Antonio is in the Italian restaurant that Mica is heading towards. By modern standards, he's dressed... eccentrically. Dark gold doublet over a red shirt. However, just one of the perks of living in the Big Easy... no one's giving him a second glance. He's actually nursing an ale, having finished his dinner a while ago. While he has his walking stick beside him, he's still slightly nervous, since he had to leave his other focus at home.<br><br>Still, the Wild Fae are working in the city. And he wants to know why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 23:38:17</strong>
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				Iris found the staff inside showed little reaction to her appearance, no doubt having seen stranger things in their time there. A waiter, perhaps in his early 20s, approached her, carrying a menu. "Is there something in particular you're looking for tonight ma'am? Dinner, drinks, a room? Will you be expecting company that we will have to make any special arrangements for?"<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>The ambiance in Mister Saturdays is pretty much what the two guys would expect, with the thrum of heavy drum beats evident as soon as you enter. A pretty little thing with her face painted like a skull, and a top hat set at a jaunty angle, welcomes you inside. The bar is a little busier than you would have expected, a handfull of tourists sheltering from the weather and apparently seeing if enough alcohol will improve it any.<br><br>((OOC - I'll let Antonio and Mica take each other's measure, if they so choose, before doing anything else there))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 23:58:08</strong>
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				"Ahhh, here we are!&nbsp; Barring a sudden call from Uncle 'Nube, we should be all set."<br><br>Junior heads for a corner table that will let him face the door.<br><br>"Mind the goth muppets and tourists," he laughs.&nbsp; "No teasing the animals..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 01:08:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3105403#msg3105403">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 02-06-2010, 23:38:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Iris found the staff inside showed little reaction to her appearance, no doubt having seen stranger things in their time there. A waiter, perhaps in his early 20s, approached her, carrying a menu. "Is there something in particular you're looking for tonight ma'am? Dinner, drinks, a room? Will you be expecting company that we will have to make any special arrangements for?"<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She waved off the menu.&nbsp; "Don't you have a bar here, mate?"&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; "I'm lookin' for info."&nbsp; She scans her eyes around, hoping to spot one of her contacts.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 01:58:57</strong>
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				Taylor playfully nudges Junior in the side with an elbow, "Hey, I don't cause trouble anymore, I get enough of it as is just by breathing.&nbsp; Besides, tourists is how I make some of my money."<br><br>Settling into a seat across from Junior, with his back facing the door, Taylor toys with the bar menu for a bit.<br><br>"So, what do you think about the cutey in the hat and face paint?" he whispers to Junior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:48:48</strong>
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				"Cute, yes, but also staff."<br><br>Junior eyes the girl sidelong.<br><br>"Not really my type, but if you want a wingman, I guess I could oblige you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 06:36:38</strong>
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				"Really?&nbsp; What is your type then?" Taylor asks.&nbsp; "I'd normally take up your offer but she isn't Iris."<br><br>He sighs a little moodily, "She still won't give me her number, which makes asking her out all the harder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 06:42:13</strong>
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				Iris pauses, holds in a breath, and sneezes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 09:18:17</strong>
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				"Info, ma'am?" replies the waiter, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'm afraid that is against house policy. I'm not allowed to discuss the clientele."<br><br>"I, on the other hand, am not bound by any such restriction." interupts a smooth voice. "And I believe the young lady was about to ask for me." Your gaze is drawn to a tall figure stepping inside. He turns to regard Iris. "My apologies for the delay, my dear, but as I'm sure you know .. business." He gives a small shrug, as if to say 'what can you do?'<br><br>"My usual table, if you would be so kind, Pierre." he says, dismissing the waiter with a small gesture. "The bar is just through here." he continues, gesturing towards a nearby doorway. "They will tell us when our table is ready."<br><br>He gives Iris a small smile. "Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:49:58</strong>
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				"I ain't asking shit from <em>you.</em>"&nbsp; Iris tells the waiter.&nbsp; As the other man interrupts, she looks at him, sizing him up, trying to figure out his angle.<br><br>"Awright.&nbsp; Let's have a drink then, eh?"&nbsp; She says after a moment, leading through the indicated doorway.&nbsp; She slaps a&nbsp; hand on the bar as she sits down.&nbsp; "Scotch on the rocks, mate.&nbsp; Make it a double."&nbsp; She says, before looking back at the man.<br><br>"What do they call you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 16:02:35</strong>
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				Taylor's mention of Iris earns him a frown from Junior and an incredulous shake of the head.<br><br>"No accounting for taste!&nbsp; I'd rather date a woman who won't try to stab me in fifteen places, kick me a few times, and then threaten to set me on fire <em>before</em> she figures out that I'm not the bad guy she's after.&nbsp; But hey, if you like 'em a bit unhinged, you could do worse than Iris."<br><br>He exaggerated events, of course, but that first unpleasant meeting still loomed large in his mind...and the less he saw of the monster hunter and that little sneak thief, the happier he felt.&nbsp; At least matters had worked out before anyone got really badly hurt, which was more than he could say for the people she'd been hunting.<br><br>"I like my women a little bad, maybe, but not violent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 21:41:48</strong>
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				The man seems mildly amused at her behaviour, but Iris's scrutiny shows that the smile does not go anywhere near his ice blue eyes. He turned to the bar man. "Courvoisier. The '37." <br><br>After the drinks arrived, and the barman prudently retreated to a safe distance, he turned to regard Iris, taking a few moments to let his gaze take her in from top to bottom. "I am generally referred to as Karag." he replies, his accent sounding somewhat European perhaps. "Though names are simply a convenience. I could not help but overhear you as I entered."<br><br>He paused, taking a sip from the glass, before continuing. "I am an arranger of matters, and one who holds many favours. Information is one of the commodities I deal in. You require some information, do you not? What is it you seek, and what would you offer in return, had I the knowledge you require?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 03:15:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3109182#msg3109182">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 03-06-2010, 21:41:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man seems mildly amused at her behaviour, but Iris's scrutiny shows that the smile does not go anywhere near his ice blue eyes. He turned to the bar man. "Courvoisier. The '37." <br><br>After the drinks arrived, and the barman prudently retreated to a safe distance, he turned to regard Iris, taking a few moments to let his gaze take her in from top to bottom. "I am generally referred to as Karag." he replies, his accent sounding somewhat European perhaps. "Though names are simply a convenience. I could not help but overhear you as I entered."<br><br>He paused, taking a sip from the glass, before continuing. "I am an arranger of matters, and one who holds many favours. Information is one of the commodities I deal in. You require some information, do you not? What is it you seek, and what would you offer in return, had I the knowledge you require?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Karag?"&nbsp; Iris tries it out, making an odd face.&nbsp; "Awlright.&nbsp; Call me Hunter.&nbsp; All I want is a location, or a name, or something."&nbsp; She downs half of her drink in one gulp, and then produces a hand-rolled cigar, lights a strike-anywhere match on his shirt, and puffs.<br><br>"You know anything about buggers from the wild hunt 'at have been showin' up lately?"&nbsp; She asks, leaning in close.&nbsp; "If you do, 'en we can negotiate, mate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 06:11:00</strong>
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				"Hey, it was an honest mistake on her part.&nbsp; It wasn't like I was hurt that badly and I healed up pretty quick.&nbsp; Besides, if you were her, would you really want to talk first with something that could rip your face off and then shoot if things turn hairy, or would you rather nick 'em a bit first to give yourself an advantage."<br><br>"And besides," Taylor responded a little defensively, "I wouldn't say she's violent.&nbsp; She's... scrappy.&nbsp; It takes guts, that's admirable."<br><br>"Anyways,, it's shitty weather and I'm thirsty.&nbsp; Let's order that beer you're treating me to.&nbsp; New topic: anything interesting happening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 13:42:28</strong>
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				“There should be reservation on the name of Johnson.” Mica shrugged off her coat and left in the capable hands of the staff. “Has he arrived yet?” <br><br>Entering the restaurant proper, Mica’s expression brightened as the first thing coming into view is a familiar face. “Just a moment…” <br><br>She crosses the restaurant towards Antonio’s table and extends a hand to the wizard in friendly greeting. “Antonio, fancy seeing you here. What a nice surprise. How are you?” She looks over at the other tables and back to the Italian gentleman. “But don’t let me keep you from your meal.” She smiled. “I should say hello to my company as well, but perhaps I could persuade you to buy me a drink afterwards?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 14:16:21</strong>
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				Junior frowns again.<br><br>"When'd she beat the crap out of <em>you</em>?&nbsp; I missed that story, amigo."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 17:12:22</strong>
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				Antonio looks up. "Mica! <em>Buona sera!</em>" He half-raises from his seat, takes her hand and plants a courtly kiss upon the back. "It is good to see you again. I hope that you are staying out of trouble?<br><br>"And I would love to buy you a drink later. Perhaps a decent Italian wine?" He looks back down at his own ale. "It appears that most of the best aperitifs here are imported. I mean, most of the American beers are like making love in a gondola." He smiles and winks, not needing to say the rest of that joke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 22:52:24</strong>
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				Mica grinned, raking her fingers through her wealth of curly brown hair. "You're on. Do you think they'll have a nice bottle of Chiaretto chilled for us?" The hazel eyes sparkled when she recognized the joke. "Antonio!" She placed a hand over the breast pocket of her peacock blue jacket, reeling back in feigned shock. "You devil, you've been watching British comedy!" Laughing, she leaned back in, lowering her voice. "Although I think they'd have chosen a gondola if they'd thought of it first." She winked and straightened, looking around her. "I should find my company, but it shouldn't take too long. Arriverderci amigo." <br><br>Signalling the waiter as she walked away, she gestured lightly to Antonio's table. "Kindly refill the signore's glass, Sir, or replace it with something of his choice. Eh.. Mr Johnson's table was..where, again?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 23:52:43</strong>
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				Antonio smiles his wide smile. "Of course, <em>mia bellezza.</em>" His eyes twinkle. "And it's <em>amico.</em> Amigo is Spanish." He raises his glass as the dark haired beauty heads off to find her appointment.<br><br>"Ah, yes. A bottle of Chiaretto Bardolino Classico DOC, <em>se non vi dispiace.</em> That should give it time enough to breath." He returns to his scanning of the area. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 07:14:04</strong>
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				"Oh, you mean she kicked the crap out of you too?&nbsp; Huh, small world.&nbsp; Anyways, I was new in town, there were murders, she thought it was me, cue misunderstanding and resulting hi-jinks.&nbsp; I managed to sort it out with some help, cleared my name and then tried to ask her out.&nbsp; She wasn't interested but well, you know, stuff.&nbsp; I'm still trying.&nbsp; How about we have those beers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 16:36:39</strong>
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				The waiter gestured to the table right beside where Antonio was sitting. "This table, ma'am." he replied, "Though I'm afraid the gentleman hasn't arrived yet. Can I bring you something while you wait?"<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>Karag smiled again in apparent amusement of Iris's chosen name. "I know many things, and I know people who know things." he replied. "I am aware of those of whom you speak. I cannot attest to their motivations, but knowing who and what they are, I can recognise the pattern they are following, and could make an educated guess as to the region they may be found."<br><br>He raised his glass, inhaling the aroma as he swirled the amber liquid around. "What is this information worth to you?" His nose wrinkles at the cigar and he reaches his hand up towards it, stopping less than an inch from the lit end of it. With a small gesture, the tip is encased in a thin crust of ice, putting it out. His finger curl and point to the side, where a small "Thank you for not smoking" sign can be seen. "I would advise against antagonism here." he said.<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>While the two scions were talking, the interestingly made up young woman approached them. She smiled down at the table, and her eyes rolled back to reveal only the whites. "The mistakes of the past haunt the present." she intoned, her voice pitched low. "What was lost can be found, and one wrong righted. Chance brings choice, where the old world meets the new."<br><br>She shook her head and blinked, then produced a small electronic pad. "What can I get you gentlemen?" she asked, her voice normal sounding once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 17:24:05</strong>
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				"Yeah?&nbsp; I was trying to stop somebody from committing criminal stupidity with an item of interest and got the crap beaten out of me..."<br><br>Junior clams up as the girl arrives, rolls his eyes with exasperation as she delivers he message, and orders four pints of stout.<br><br>"Oh, and some buffalo wings, too, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 03:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3115782#msg3115782">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 05-06-2010, 16:36:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br>Karag smiled again in apparent amusement of Iris's chosen name. "I know many things, and I know people who know things." he replied. "I am aware of those of whom you speak. I cannot attest to their motivations, but knowing who and what they are, I can recognise the pattern they are following, and could make an educated guess as to the region they may be found."<br><br>He raised his glass, inhaling the aroma as he swirled the amber liquid around. "What is this information worth to you?" His nose wrinkles at the cigar and he reaches his hand up towards it, stopping less than an inch from the lit end of it. With a small gesture, the tip is encased in a thin crust of ice, putting it out. His finger curl and point to the side, where a small "Thank you for not smoking" sign can be seen. "I would advise against antagonism here." he said.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Iris gives him an unfriendly look as he puts out her cigar.&nbsp; Not wanting to be outdone, she bites off the end of it, chewing it like a baseball player, crunching on the ice till it melts.<br><br>"Sawry.&nbsp; Fahgot you yanks don't smoke in yah' public houses."&nbsp; She doesn't look away as she chews, open-mouthed for him.<br><br>"Whats it worth?&nbsp; 'At depends on how useful it is, don't it?&nbsp; Would it lead me tah' the source of this here mess, or am I gonna have tah' go galavantin' all over to fill in the 'oles?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 08:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor's expression stays bland as Junior orders, not really trusting himself to say anything.&nbsp; Once the server leaves, he bangs his head on the table with an audible thump.<br><br>"Did we just get a cryptic arcane message?" Taylor asked quietly.&nbsp; "Here of all places?&nbsp; You know that if word gets out, business is going to jump through the roof with even more goths and late night psychic wannabes.&nbsp; I don't know if I can take that: I don't even like this place and I'm offended by this idea."<br><br>Sighing, Taylor looks around to make sure no one is paying attention to them, "So what are we going to do?&nbsp; Besides drink our beers and eat our wings.&nbsp; Are we going to tell someone or are we just going to figure things out on our own?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 16:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, we did.&nbsp; Goes with the territory, I'm afraid.&nbsp; And since we came in here to avoid all that crap, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to have my two pints and eat my wings, and then I'll think about looking for someone to 'help' with this job.&nbsp; Without mentioning where I got the message, of course."<br><br>He pulls a cell phone out of his pocket.<br><br>"Been trying to get them to just call me instead of doing the drama thing, but you know wizarding types."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 20:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Imagine that. I couldn't have asked for a better place. I'll have a capuccino please." Mica pulled out the chair that was closest to Antonio's table and turned it towards him. She parked her behind and stretched her legs and, crossing them at the ankles. "No rest for the wicked, <i>amico</i>." Mica grinned, exaggerating the pronounciation. "I hope this fellow isn't standing me up, what time is it?" The question went with a quick glance at her watch. "Ah." She raised her gaze back to Antonio. "But I'm ever so lucky to run into you here. What's brought that on? I thought you were into home cooking? Did I miss out on a celebration?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 23:37:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough.&nbsp; You'd think it'd be easier to just send a text but I guess wizards are into being arcane and mysterious," Taylor shrugs.<br><br>"I have to admit though, it kind of sounds pretty important.&nbsp; Know anyone we could talk to about this sort of thing?&nbsp; Besides your dad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 01:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..."<br><br>Junior frowns in thought.<br><br>"Nobody I <em>want</em> to talk to, exactly.&nbsp; But I know people who might be useful.&nbsp; If you get the distinction.&nbsp; You?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 22:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles as Mica takes her seat. "Ah, very good. I'll have you speaking Italian in no time." At her request for the time, he simply bared his wrists. Modern watches constantly fail when worn this close to a wizard, and no one makes them like they used to anymore.<br><br>"Well, actually, there's something weird going down." He lowers his voice slightly. That, coupled with a minor air veil to deaden and distort the sound around them, insures that they have a bit of privacy. "The Wild Fey have been spotted in town. Agents of the Erl-king. Now, if it was Summer or Winter, I could understand that. But these are goblins. I want to know why.<br><br>"Besides, this place does an excellent minestrone. Their pasta, while still excellent, is not really to my taste; too much red sauce. And their tiramisu..." He closes his eyes and smiles. "Almost better than sex. Almost." He opens his eyes and shoots a quick wink at Mica.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 23:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, the message could have just been subtle floorshow, but you get the feeling it probably isn't. The girl might be a Cassandra type, giving out prophecy and cryptic messages without being aware of it ... or she could just be looking for a decent tip. Time will tell.<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>Karag gave a sigh, a drawn out expression of long suffering painted on his features. "Regardless of my own feelings on you poisoning yourself and everyone around you, this establishment is not one that you wish to get yourself barred from. Believe me, such information would make it's way through the community very quickly, and you would be hard pressed to find someone willing to give you the time of day afterwards, let alone more."<br><br>"Now, given that those you seek are merely pawns, no, it will not lead you to the source of anything. It may, however, lead you to them. Where they lead, I would not hazard to guess."<br><br>"Now, if you wish to know what I know, what will you offer in return? Something physical? Information of your own? Or do you wish to owe me a favour?"<br><br>&nbsp;- - - -<br><br>In the restaurant, the drinks are swiftly brought to the table, and the waiter retreating once more to ensure the customers privacy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 23:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3124857#msg3124857">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 07-06-2010, 23:22:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>Karag gave a sigh, a drawn out expression of long suffering painted on his features. "Regardless of my own feelings on you poisoning yourself and everyone around you, this establishment is not one that you wish to get yourself barred from. Believe me, such information would make it's way through the community very quickly, and you would be hard pressed to find someone willing to give you the time of day afterwards, let alone more."<br><br>"Now, given that those you seek are merely pawns, no, it will not lead you to the source of anything. It may, however, lead you to them. Where they lead, I would not hazard to guess."<br><br>"Now, if you wish to know what I know, what will you offer in return? Something physical? Information of your own? Or do you wish to owe me a favour?"<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She taps her glass against his.&nbsp; "We all pick our poison, mate."&nbsp; She says before taking a swig.<br><br>"Awlright...lets haggle, then."&nbsp; She says.&nbsp; "I'm not from 'is area, so I don't think I 'ave much info you'll like.&nbsp; I can tell you who's still alive, who's dead, who's got a bounty and all that.&nbsp; If you ain't interested in that...I don't know, I might be able to do an odd job for ya'. Need anything done?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 00:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fae? Goblins? Heh, that takes a second to go down. Mica chews on her bottom lip and studies Antonio with a solemn look. He doesn't <i>look</i> mad, and well, after their last meeting she isn't so quick to rule out the impossible. "I see", she says, her voice carefully neutral. "Well, actually... I take that back." She grimaces and hops her seat a lil closer to the wizard, keeping her voice down as she explains. "I don't see anything at all. Goblins? Fey? Here?" Her eyes narrow. "They're not after 'shinies' or whatcha call em? You know, like in the books, lil green fellows being a whole lot of trouble over a couple of shiny coins? What've they been up to that they got your interest, amico?" <br><br>She stirred her capuccino when it was brought and tapped the spoon against the saucer. "I hope you don't mind me saying so, Antonio, but it all seems a tiny bit fishy." <br><br>He mentions the food and her smile returns. "Aha! The love of the Italian man for good food. I'm glad to hear some things never change." Mica chuckles and waves a hand before his eyes when he closes them. "Earth calling Antonio..." She grins. "Almost, eh?" She catches the wink, and her quick smile shines. "Yeah. Right."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods at Mica's comment that something seems fishy. "They're searching for something... or someone. I'm not sure which. But, it seems that you tend to encounter these sort of things in your... business. I thought you should be forewarned. Especially after what happened the last time we met."<br><br><br><br>He returns Mica's smile with one of his own. "Well, then. After your meeting with your friend, I shall treat you with dessert, and you shall find out for yourself. As for the comparison, well... I am, after all, a gentleman. I am presuming you have your own experiences to compare it to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 22:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Grazie, amico. I appreciate it." She turned the menu over between nervous fingers and glanced over the delicacies listed without much interest. The Tiramisu did draw her gaze however, causing a wicked little smile. "Ah, presumptions. I shall let you off the hook this time, Antonio." She teased, raising her gaze to the Italian gentleman. "But now I am very much afraid. If I do like it, what should this say about my lovers." She let a pause fall, her grin deepened. "And if I do not... I shall not say anything and silently readjust my views of latin lovers." <br><br>She tossed the menu on the next table and leaned back, stretching her arms behind her head. "What's taking this guy so long?." A slightly irritated look found the door, and Mica cupped her chin in her palm. "Anyway, I can't say I'm meeting many goblins in my line of work... What do they do, exactly? I mean, okay, searching? For what? Why?" She snapped her mouth shut, and cocked her head. "Something important?" Her voice lowered, bemusedly, betraying a hint of speculation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 23:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles. "Well, it's a win-win situation for me either way. If you do like it, it merely says that your past lovers weren't Italian. And if you don't, well, that proves my point. I did not say that it <em>was</em> better than sex, mind you." He shoots Mica a quick wink.<br><br>His expression turns serious again and shakes his head. "We are Mortals, and they are Fae. Their thought process is as alien to us as... well, an Italian nobleman freshly plucked from the 16th century and plopped into modern day New Orleans." He allows a slight smile at this self-depreciating jab. "As for what, and why... I would like to know that as well. If they are here, it most likely is something they consider important. As a wizard, it is my duty to help safeguard the mortals against those who would view us with utter contempt, such as the vampires we encountered a while back. We may be low on the food chain, supernaturally speaking, but that doesn't mean that we're totally helpless.<br><br>"If the Wild Fae are here, I cannot guess their motives. If it were Summer Court, or Winter Court, I could speculate. But the Wild... they tend to defy generalizations."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 01:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor pauses for a moment in thought, "Hmm, no one really comes to mind except Iris and that one guy I met a while back.&nbsp; And they kind of tend to be on the gun-totting side of things.&nbsp; Still, I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask.&nbsp; They might lead us to some other people we could talk with and figure things out.&nbsp; Maybe they'll even know something we don't."<br><br>"Aside from that, I guess our only shot is wandering the streets until we hit up a clue or something.&nbsp; Finding out who sent the message would be a pretty big help as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 01:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior makes an expression somewhere between 'I have bitten into a lemon' and 'there's half a worm in this apple'.<br><br>"It had to be Iris, didn't it?&nbsp; Crazy macha trigger-happy tomboy...okay, fine, we find Iris.&nbsp; But you get to do all the talking.&nbsp; I'd just piss her off."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 21:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Karag smiled at Iris, a smile that did not go anywhere near his eyes. "I accept your bargain. In return for what information I possess, you will perform a service for me at a later date."<br><br>He raised the glass in what might charitably be a salute, and took a sip from it. "At the present time, there is only speculation as to the presence of the Wild Fae. However .." a slim finger was momentarily raised skywards .. "I have it on good authority that a tome of potential value was being brought into the city. It was written several centuries ago in France, about the time of their Revolution, and may be unique. The tome in question concerned folk tales of the region in which its author lived, and specifically concerned itself with the Wild Hunt."<br><br>He took another sip from the glass. "The courier was to arrive four days ago. I cannot confirm if he did or not, but the fae appeared the following day. He may have been to meet with them, and did not, or he may be hiding from them. Either is a possibility, and I will offer no guesses as to the validity of either option." He gave a small shrug. "Or perhaps it is simple coincidence." His lips twisted into a momentary smile, which then vanished again. "I am not one to believe in coincidence."<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>In the restaurant, one of the hovering waiters saw Mica set down the menu, and moved into her line of vision, gesturing towards to the menu to see if she wished to order now, or continue to talk and wait.<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>The two guys fell silent as the girl returned, balancing a tray on which sat their food and drink, which was efficiently transferred to the table. "If you need anything else, just let me know." their waitress said before moving off towards an obvious tourist trio that had just entered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 21:30:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In spite of his earlier comments, Junior's eyes track the young woman's swaying hips for a moment.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; I guess we brave Iris," he repeats without much enthusiasm.&nbsp; "Maybe we'll get lucky and someone'll just come after us, and then we'll have a clue to follow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 21:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me neither."&nbsp; She grunts.&nbsp; "A tome of folklore...sounds like the typical bollocks that ends with bloody mayhem."&nbsp; She sighs.&nbsp; "Any idea where the little fucks are hiding in the city?&nbsp; Or at least a place they were seen recently?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 23:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica declined the offer with a faint shake of her head and glanced at the other tables, discretely taking in the other customers. This mister Johnson might well be among them, watching and choosing his opportunity. Or perhaps the presence of Antonio had scared him off, but even if that were the case, this elusive gentleman should have been present to notice the Italian. Or, perhaps Mr Johnson was just late. And finally, with an inward sigh she admitted, she might have been stood up. <br><br>She called the waiter over. "Has there been a message for me?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 07:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor catches the way Junior is looking at the waitress but doesn't say anything about it, instead pausing for a moment, "I think it's sad that part of our plan is to get attacked."<br><br>Sighing, Taylor grabs a pint and jugs deeply, burping as quietly as he can before diving into the hot wings.<br><br>"Let's eat quickly and head out before we decide to order more beers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 21:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a plan so much as an anticipation of probable events," Junior agrees morbidly.&nbsp; "Just once I'd like to be handed&nbsp; a job that doesn't come down to a fight.&nbsp; Or an argument.&nbsp; Or a shouting match."<br><br>He tears into his share of the wings ravenously, slugging down the stout to clear the sinus-clearing burn of the sauce.<br><br>"It'd help if the Old Man cared about PR.&nbsp; Which he doesn't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 14:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe that they have mostly been spotted in and around the old French Quarter of the city." replied Karag. "Given the network of old tunnels under there, it would make a logical place for them check for someone hiding. While we lack as many smugglers as the city used to have, the tunnels are not abandoned by any means." He took another sip. "I am aware of at least 3 different groups that make use of them, though ..." <br><br>He paused, then waved the thought aside. "No matter, that is mere speculation on my part." He lifted a coaster and wrote an address on it. "Speak to Antonio here. For a modest sum, he will allow you through the hidden door in his cellar, which will get you into the tunnels. You may use my name to establish a relationship with him. If he has customers in the restaurant, please try to be discrete. He has no wish for his service to be made public."<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>"I'll check for you." said the waiter, in response to Mica's question. He vanished for no more than a minute before returning. "Si, one just arrived. Your companion wishes to express his apologies, but something has come up, and he will be delayed. He is unsure as to just how long it will be, but has promised to send another message when he knows."<br><br>"Do you wish to order something now, or will you wait?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 15:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose I might as well order." She re-opened the menu and glanced at its contents. "I'll have the Salata Caprese and the sole in white wine sauce, if you please." <br><br>Mica waited until the waiter had gained a sufficient distance before returning to the previous issue. "I don't understand that part", she confessed. "Summer, winter or wild. What makes them so different? You say they defy generalizations, but no one does. Even chaos can be predicted if only by its absence of order." A little frown creased her smooth forehead. "All that on the premise that coincidence doesn't exist, of course, and even the most random choices have parameters."<br><br>In the following silence a slow and brightening smile curled the corners of her mouth upwards. "I'm intrigued." She said at last. "Amico, thank you for providing me with this wonderful puzzle. Do you intend on finding out more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 22:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris takes the paper and finishes her drink.&nbsp; "Antonio?&nbsp; Alright...pleasure doing business with you."&nbsp; Iris writes her cell number on a napkin and hands it to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let me know what you want done.&nbsp; Or if something relevant comes up."&nbsp; She says before leaving in a hurry.<br><br>She climbs into her truck and heads for the address he gave her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 10:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles as Mica orders. "Excellent choice." He nods, and waits until the waiter is back out of earshot.<br><br>"Summer and Winter have their own agendas. Summer is in charge of growth and beginnings, Winter is in charge of decay and endings. Neither one, in and of themselves, is malicious... as long as there's balance between the two. They can be predicted, somewhat, in the fact that they follow their natures. That is why I would not be as concerned if it was Summer or Winter wandering around the city.<br><br>"The Wild, however, are another matter. If I knew what type of Fae they were, I could figure out their nature, and hence their motivations. But, at the moment..." He shrugs his shoulders, indicating that he doesn't have a clue.<br><br>At Mica's closing remarks, a broad smile crosses the Italian's face. He reaches over, pouring two glasses of wine, and handing one to the lady. "Naturalmente, amico. Like you, I am intrigued by this puzzle. And I can think of no better companion." He raises his glass to her in a toast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 10:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor chuckles, "Wouldn't that be funny: billboards up with a smiling snake god, commercials on the TV talking about the joys of Egyptian worship and an ad in the newspaper about a bake sale in the local temple of Set.&nbsp; We could even hand out pamphlets door-to-door and sing songs on religious holidays.&nbsp; And somewhere along the line, our self-respect dies."<br><br>Eating his share of the wings, the hot sauce causing him no trouble at all due to certain circumstances, Taylor motions for the waitress to bring their bill.<br><br>"Well, if we do get into a fight, we'll at least be ready to kick some ass."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 14:47:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Salawa, not snake.&nbsp; He says he's not quite sure why people associate him with the asp.&nbsp; That's Apep."&nbsp; Junior tosses a twenty on the table to cover the tab.&nbsp; "At least I think it's Apep.&nbsp; It's a big pantheon and every Egyptologist seems to have their own personal variant on something.&nbsp; And don't even get me started on original sources!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 01:02:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The address provided to Iris is not that far away, no more than a few minutes. Of course, finding somewhere to park could take a lot longer, but that's a city for you. Before too long though, the restaurant that is her destination is coming into view.<br><br>- - - - <br><br>Inside, Mica and Antonio are enjoying a meal of above average quality while they discuss the strangeness of the Wild Fae, and what they might possibly be doing in the city.<br><br>- - - -<br><br>Taylor and Junior finish off their meal, catching the waitress between two other small groups long enough to settle the bill up. Outside, the sky is darkening, with the weather threatening to worsen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 03:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris parks in the most legal position she can find, and straps her shoulder holster on.&nbsp; She puts on her leather jacket and a black beret before entering the restaurant, looking around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The restaurant, Iris notes, is nicely laid out, going for subtle elegant look. It seems to be a reasonably quiet night, at least so far, as the place is fairly empty. Of the people she does see though, one woman looks somewhat familiar to her ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 07:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor looks up at the sky, frowning at the worsening weather, "Well, this is the perfect time to hit the streets for clues: all we need now is a crackle of lightning when anyone mentions the words 'castle' or 'monster' and we'll be set for a mystery.&nbsp; You don't happen to have a van do you?"<br><br>Shaking his head and bringing up the collar of his coat to ward off some of the weather, Taylor begins to walk down the street, trying to spot anyone or anything unusual.<br><br>"Hey, you think if we patrol the alleys, we'll have a better chance of finding something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 08:27:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks around, noting the general state of the restaurant.&nbsp; She also notices Mica but avoids eye contact for now.&nbsp; She stops a passing waiter.<br><br>"Pardon...can I ask for the owner of this establishment?"&nbsp; She says in a business tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 14:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The waiter, who had been coming to offer his usual greetings, seems a little taken aback by this, and his eyes flick over Iris. "May I ask your name, and if you are expected?" he asked, cautiously. "He is rather busy this evening, you see."<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>As if summoned by Taylors words, the two guys here a faint, distant roll of thunder. In that direction, the cloud cover looks decidedly unpleasant, and naturally it is heading in this direction, blown on the wind. It seems a storm is on the way.<br><br>((If you want to spot anyone or anything suspicious, I'll need a roll from you. It will depend on what you're looking for, and how.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 15:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica's eyes glitter. "You don't know? How exciting!" She raises her own glass and sips, glancing at the door when it opens. Would that be the elusive Mr Johnson? But no, not unless there had been some serious gender issues. At a second glance, Mica narrows her eyes. "Speaking of companions." She muses. "I <i>know</i> woman. She never struck me as the type to visit an Italian restaurant on her lonesome, but eh... this place sure is popular." <br><br>She looks back to Antonio, cocking her head as she considers. "She's kinda in your line of work. Not quite, but kinda... I could call her over but... " Mica smiles and shrugs slightly. "I wouldn't want to interrupt whatever she's up to... and besides, I haven't finished my dinner yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 23:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio raises an eyebrow. "True, this place is popular. Good food never goes out of style. But as for this woman..." He looks over Iris with a critical eye, assessing any magical talents she may possess.<br><br>"She does seem to be... how you say... a loose cannon? Hmmm... looks like she gets herself into trouble on a regular basis." He glances back to Mica, a twinkle in his eye. "I'm half tempted to go over to her and see if there's anything I can assist her with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A loose cannon?" Mica hmm's and sits back, glass in hand. "No, I wouldn't say that. Tight, locked 'n loaded, perhaps. Very determined." <br><br>"You're only <em>half </em>tempted? I'll strike that up to my charms then, amico, knowing your Italian ways." Raising her glass veils her teasing grin. "She's in your line of work, so to speak. Well, not <em><em>quite</em></em>, but there are similarities."<br><br>"I can introduce you if you like, but if you like to take your chances while I enjoy dinner, be my guest."<br><br>She pauses, thinking. "Her name is Iris."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 18:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Had to say it, didn't you?&nbsp; And now the weather's getting worse.&nbsp; Oh, well.&nbsp; If we must go looking to earn our pay, I can think of less random ways to start...but less random is usually less fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 22:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smirks. "Very well, amico. You stay here and enjoy your dinner. I shall offer my assistance to the lady." He smiles and, with a brief nod towards Mica, stands up.<br><br>"Buona sera, perdere," he states as he approaches Iris. "You appear to be on some important business. I am Antonio; may I be of some assistance?"<br><br>((And yes, I'm well aware of the mix-up with the names. This should be fun...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 02:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(This whole name mix-up thing has lost me OOC, but I won't let that stop me.)<br><br>Iris looks at Antionio and gives him the good once-over.&nbsp; She nods, a stern look on her face.&nbsp; "'Ats right.&nbsp; Important business, mate...'ow about we talk somewhere away from all your pretty customers."&nbsp; She glances around, looking not too impressed by the fancy nature of the restaurant and its patrons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're getting paid?"<br><br>Taylor looks around, "Fuck, with the weather getting worse, I couldn't even spot a mugging if I was the victim.&nbsp; You said you had less random, let's do it your way.&nbsp; Anything that gets me out of this weather sooner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:49:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, man, I said I could <em>think</em> of a less random way to do it.&nbsp; Not that I have a less random way...I usually don't have to find trouble.&nbsp; It usually comes gunning for me, loaded for bear and screaming about how I violated their kid sister's college room-mate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 22:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A rumble of thunder followed the words, perhaps to echo or underscore them. Movement from ahead caught the attention of the two young men ... was that the lady in question, just ahead of them and going inside the building just down the street?<br><br>((<strong>Compell Aspect: Kismet's Heavy Hand </strong> - Yes/No ? ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, fuck.&nbsp; The mother-fucking cast-iron sow of a bear just landed, claws down.&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">And</span> she's got cubs."<br><br>Junior reaches out to tag Taylor's arm.<br><br>"Your little girlfriend just waltzed into Antonio's place.&nbsp; I hear there's a warden magnet hangs out there.&nbsp; Which means it's about to hit the fan and be unevenly distributed.&nbsp; Gather your mojo and let's hustle."<br><br>He frowns sadly, resigning himself to the way today seems to be going: mysterious omens, bad weather, trigger-happy man-hating Van Helsing groupies...<br><br>"<em>You</em> get to do the talking, and <em>I'll</em> keep an eye on the exits, <em>capiche</em>?&nbsp; Because when this goes bad, I want to get a head start."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 01:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio glances momentarily out the window where the thunder show is happening, then back to Iris. "All my pretty customers? I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're referring to."<br><br>((And the name mix-up? The Antonio you're looking for is NOT the Antonio that's standing in front of you right now...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 07:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's not a sow of a bear," Taylor protests, taking umbrage at the remark, "more like a lynx, all sleek and dangerous."<br><br>"And hey, in terms of getting ahead, bad things so far have helped us get further along.&nbsp; The weather got worse, we found Iris who might know something to help us.&nbsp; You know what?&nbsp; 'What could possibly go wrong', 'It can't be that bad', 'The plan is fool proof': now we'll definitely get a solid lead on things."<br><br>Taylor hurries down the street, almost with inhuman speed, and enters the restaurant.&nbsp; The fanciness would normally bother him, but his focus is only on one thing.<br><br>"Iris!"<br><br>((I wonder if I get a fate token for Taylor being a lovestruck moron...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 08:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Ah...well, Iris is none the wiser.)<br><br>She gestures around.&nbsp; "Your fine patrons...whatever you call them.&nbsp; Karag called you, right?&nbsp; Antonio?"&nbsp; She asks cautiously, quietly.&nbsp; The thunder doesn't so much as make her flinch.<br><br>As she hears her name, her right eye twitches and she bites her lips.&nbsp; She slowly turns around to see Taylor.<br><br>"Oh, bloody hell..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 08:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, doofus, the technical term for a female bear is a sow...and I'm referring to the fickle hand of fate.&nbsp; I called your girlfriend a trigger-happy man-hating Van Helsing groupie.&nbsp; At least get mad at me for the right reasons, yeah?"<br><br>Junior rolls his eyes and follows Taylor...but takes his time about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 08:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What a coincidence, I was just thinking about trying to meet up with you and here you are!" Taylor says excitedly.<br><br>"Lucky huh?&nbsp; What with the weather being terrible I didn't have much hope in getting a hold of you.&nbsp; You look... ready to kick some ass!&nbsp; It looks good."<br><br>Seeing someone speaking with her, Taylor holds out a hand to Antonio, "Oh, sorry to interrupt.&nbsp; My bad.&nbsp; The name's Taylor, I'm a local performing artist."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 17:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Hail, hail, the gang's all here... :P ))<br><br>The Italian in the Renaissance style clothing frowns slightly. "Karag? Why would he call me?" Upon seeing her reaction to Taylor, he quirks an eyebrow... then notices Junior enter.<br><br>"Buona sera, Taylor." He debates slightly, the takes the proffered hand. "Antonio Moroni."<br><br>When a wizard touches another person, if they aren't careful, they tend to broadcast what they are to the other person. Especially if the other person is of a magical nature. Antonio is not holding back, not at first. A small pulse, and Taylor knows that he's shaking hands with a war wizard... at least for a brief moment. He smiles, and fixes his eyes squarely on the tip of Taylor's nose.<br><br>"War wizard."<br><br>He turns back to Iris, looking at the tip of her nose as well. "My companion and I saw you walk in. She's still enjoying her dinner, but you seemed on a mission. She mentioned that you were in a similar business as myself, and I wished to see if I could offer assistance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 17:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior hangs back, spotting Antonio at once...and more importantly, spotting Antonio's date.&nbsp; His expression, quickly schooled back into vague tough-guy stoicism, flashes deep annoyance for a moment.<br><br><em>Great.&nbsp; Both of them!</em><br><br>For a moment he considers letting Taylor find enough rope on his own, but as tempting as the thought might be, it's only too obvious that something big is coming down, and whether he likes it or not these people are probably going to be involved in it as well.<br><br>And now there's a Ren-Faire reject joining the crew as well.&nbsp; What was the guy's name?&nbsp; Momo?&nbsp; Mormon?&nbsp; Mendelson?&nbsp; Macadamia?<br><br>'Antonio Moroni' the man says, and Junior's face shifts...first in recognition, then in resignation.<br><br>"Great.&nbsp; Him again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 18:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks over Antonio's shoulder at Mica.&nbsp; She looks like she's trying to ignore Taylor.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oi, Mica.&nbsp; She said you and I have similar business?"&nbsp; She chuckles a little.&nbsp; "No offense, but if you're wearing <em>that,</em> you ain't gonna be able to keep up, mate."&nbsp; She glances him up and down.<br><br>"If you wanna get your hands dirty...well, tell me where the entrance to the city's tunnels are." She says softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 19:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shock and realization of who Antonio is surprises Taylor and Antonio's open declaration causes Taylor to raise an eyebrow in curiousity, "Hmm, didn't expect to meet one of you guys here."<br><br>"Oh, you're up to something?" Taylor turns to Iris. "Hey, if you need a helping hand, you know I'm there.&nbsp; In fact, I could probably tag along right now.&nbsp; Junior and I got hit with a cryptic arcane message awhile ago but neither of us have any good leads on it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"First off, why would you want to enter the city's tunnels? And secondly, I think you may have me confused with someone else, because I don't know where the tunnels are."<br><br>He looks at Junior and sighs. "Yes, it's me. And it's you. Since you're here, things must be about to get bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In a manner of speaking," Junior says in a particularly funereal tone.&nbsp; "I see you've met the hotshot and the hot-head already..."<br><br>He gives Iris a dull glare, remembering old injuries all too clearly.<br><br>"Which raises the question of what's coming and how big a splash it's gonna make when it bellyflops into the pool."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 22:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drama was apparently listening, as thunder rolled overhead, and the lights flickered before steadying again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 22:57:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris rolls her eyes as Taylor continues to talk to her.&nbsp; She gives him a gentle push backwards, trying to talk to Antionio.&nbsp; "You don't know?&nbsp; Ugh...that bloody Karag lied to me, it seems..."<br><br>"I paid for some info.&nbsp; Said 'ese goblin buggers were HQing in the tunnels.&nbsp; I thought I'd go give 'em a scare."<br><br>As Junior glares at Iris, she gives him a stone cold stare.&nbsp; "Oh, you 'aven't seen nothing yet, Junior.&nbsp; Just a few love taps."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At this, Antonio raises an eyebrow. "Karag? Lie? Well, then, if he says that there are goblins in the tunnels, then there are goblins in the tunnels. I do not know him personally, but I know his kind, and they never outright lie. Bend the truth, twist words around to make you think one thing when they mean another, and outright not tell you things, yes... but never outright lie.<br><br>"Listen, it seems that all of us are heading into this together. As I am a proper Italian Gentleman..." You're not quite sure how he managed to pronounce the capitalization there. "...I would be remiss if I did not offer what hospitality I could."<br><br>He motions back towards his table, where Mica is enjoying her meal. "I have a bottle of fine wine, and would hate for it to go to waste. Please, would you join me in a glass, as we discuss what is going on, and perhaps all get on the same page?"<br><br>He catches the arm of a passing waiter. "I believe the owner of this fine establishment's name is Antonio, correct?"<br><br>"Sì, signore."<br><br>He slips the waiter a modest tip. "Could you direct him to my table&nbsp; over there <em>alla sua convenienza, per favore?</em>" &lt;&lt;Translation: at his convenience, please.&gt;&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's not a bloody fairy.&nbsp; At least, not as far as I know.&nbsp; He might very well have lied."&nbsp; Iris says, hands on her hips.<br><br>"Fine wine is wasted on me.&nbsp; I fancy whiskey, if you got it."&nbsp; She responds to the invitation.&nbsp; As Antonio mentions the owner's name, Iris slaps her forehead.&nbsp; "Oi...you mean you're not the owner of this joint?"&nbsp; She growls, rubbing her temples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 00:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior shoots Iris another glare but does not dignify her smart-assery with further comment, preferring to contemplate <em>ma'at</em> and <em>kismet</em> as dynamic forces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seems Antonio may have already been on his way out, perhaps drawn by such an interesting looking table of guests. He is an older man, mid 50s perhaps, and aiming for the distinguished look, with streaks of grey running from his temples. <br><br>"Good evening ladies, gentlemen." he says as he arrives. "Is there something in particular that I can help you with this evening?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks ready to burst.&nbsp; "Are you Antionio or not?"&nbsp; she growls, turning to the older man, trying her best to keep cool with all thats going on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:33:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Si, I am Antonio, the owner of this establishment." he replies, a little taken aback by Iris' behaviour. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slaps her chest.&nbsp; "Iris.&nbsp; I met someone who said..."&nbsp; She trails off and looks around at the company, as if hesitating, but seems to accept it begrudgingly.<br><br>"Talked to some bloke named Karag.&nbsp; Said you could help me get somewhere."&nbsp; She says quietly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles, apparently still willing to help the Damsel in Distress... despite the fact that the term applies very loosely to Iris, and the Distress she's in is more of her own making.<br><br>"*ahem* Apparently, the lady Iris here was given some information that you could provide access to the tunnels under the city."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 11:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah," said Antonio with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "You should have said you had a reservation for the White Room." His voice was just loud enough to carry to the nearby waiter, who nodded and turned to attend to some other business. "Please follow me." he said, leading the group through a door marked 'Private Suites'. <br><br>A short corridor, with doors either side, led them to a another room, more opulantly furnished than before. Once inside, Antonio closed the door and settled himself in one of the chairs. "Now, perhaps you might tell me why it is you wish to enter the tunnels under the city?" he asked. "The fact that you gave Karags name means that you had some idea of what is down there." He paused, looking around at the group. "Or some of you may at least."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 19:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris follows him to the white room, feeling even more out of place.&nbsp; She doesn't take a seat, instead standing with her arms crossed over her chest.<br><br>"I don't know about them..."&nbsp; She tilts her head towards the rest of the group.&nbsp; "But I'm going down there to make goblin goulash.&nbsp; There a problem with that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 20:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pardon our companion's lack of etiquette," Junior says dryly.&nbsp; "She is too enthusiastic and prone to youthful excess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 13:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Evidently." replies your host. "Very well, allow me to give you the short version. This city has a warren of tunnels beneath it. There are the ones that everyone knows would be there .. storm drains, subway and maintenance tunnels. Then you have the older ones. Pirates and smugglers dug them, way back when. There are also natural caves and tunnels too, though not as many. The deeper you go, the stranger things you find. Go deep enough, you will not come back."<br><br>He took a look around the group, to judge if his warning was being listened to or ignored. "Lastly, there is the matter of my fee. Since I operate a secure way in, and frequently more importantly, out of the tunnels, it pays to keep it that way. That means maintenance costs. $25, each, will allow you in. On your return, a 2% fee on the value of whatever you have returned with, or another $25, whichever is more. I am, of course, open to alternate forms of barter." he adds, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 19:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm guessing my quarry is in the older ones."&nbsp; Iris says, fishing into her pocket for her wallet.&nbsp; She produces some dirty dollar bills and hands them to him.<br><br>She raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; "2% fee on...what, is there buried treasure down there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio gave a shrug. "In some cases, yes. There's also, so I am given to understand, a market for spell components, some of which can be organic and hard to find and harvest. You also have, for lack of a better term, bounty hunters whose quarry have gone quite literally underground." He gave a small shrug. "If you choose to go down there, it is for your own reasons. I do not really need to know them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen had been out on the streets, his mind telling him that something was wrong, that the storm was a bad omen.&nbsp; He had wondered for a while what to do, then remembered that he had a friend - Antonio Moroni - who was plugged into these sort of things.&nbsp; That became his new mission.&nbsp; Find Antonio.&nbsp; In his car, he took off.<br><br>He ended up, strangely enough, at a place <em>called</em> Antonio's.&nbsp; He'd never heard of it before, but decided to check it out.&nbsp; Maybe God was at work again, here.&nbsp; Stuff life this had happened before.&nbsp; Picking up the sword he kept in his backseat (because you never knew when a bloodsucking bat demon from Hell was going to try and rip your face off), he put it over his shoulder, and headed inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 21:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio fishes in his belt pouch for his own wallet, handing over the required fee, and turns to Iris.<br><br>"You mentioned going after the goblins. I want some information about what they're doing here, so I'm going with you. This is not open for debate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 22:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine by me, Ragu.&nbsp; Just make sure you stay out of my line of fire."&nbsp; She pats her shoulder, rattling what might sound like a handgun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 03:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pirate and smuggler tunnels?&nbsp; Wow, I didn't hear about any of this when I decided to move here.&nbsp; And you say there might be some treasure?"<br><br>Taylor grins and turns to Junior, giving him a 'Oh come on, you know you want to' look.&nbsp; Fishing through his pockets, Taylor manages to find enough cash in an assortment of bills and small change to meet the fee.<br><br>"This sounds like it could be interesting and it might lead to something useful for Junior and I.&nbsp; Plus, I'm not about to let Iris wander those tunnels without heavy duty muscle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 03:53:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior's mouth twists cynically as he pulls out his own payment.<br><br>"Only if she walks point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 07:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OH, I'd love to...but I get the feeling all these gentleman will have a problem with a lady going first."&nbsp; She says, before sticking some chewing tobacco in her mouth.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 07:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Take a stand for the suffragette side of things and insist on it, then."<br><br>Junior's voice was dry, wry, cynicism.<br><br>"Show us how it's done, Iris.&nbsp; Lead from the front."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 08:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now inside, and with the Templar Blade over his shoulder, Allen started looking around, searching for the wizard.&nbsp; His intuition had led him here...so he was here, right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 08:52:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually, she is right. I would have problems with a Lady heading down there first." He grins at Junior. "However, the only one here that I consider a Lady is Mica here."<br><br>He pulls a handkerchief from one of his pouches and faces Iris. "Being a Lady is more than just a gender issue." He wipes the corner of Iris' mouth. "If you wish to act like a macho jerk, you will be treated like a macho jerk." He places the handkerchief - still wet with the tobacco juice - into her right hand.<br><br>He then turns back to Junior. "And what, exactly, IS a Ragu?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 09:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica had cut her dinner short when the group start moving. Hastily, she put down her knife and fork and dabbed her lips with the napkin. "Keep the wine chilled for us, please. Mr Moroni and I will be back." She smiled brightly at the fortunate waiter, paused and folded a small tip in his palm. "Oh, and if Mr Johnson arrives, please tell him I've been delayed."<br><br>She followed the group to the white room, walking in just as the conversation became interesting. "Tunnels, goblins?" Her eyes glittered with curiosity. "How exciting!" The sparkle in her eyes reached diamond quality when Antonio mentioned a possible profit and she leaned forward a little, hanging on every word. "OH, that is very reasonable", she breathed, counting out the dollar bills. "I can't wait to see what is down there." Her dazzling smile found the owner. "Ah, my dear Sir, good bartering takes time and I fear my friend here isn't the patient type." She looked at Iris and grinned impishly, returning her gaze to Antonio. "Perhaps we could settle for another time to meet again and discuss further possibilities?"<br><br>Laughter added to the smiles at Antonio's comment and Mica raised her hands as if to ward off the thought that she'd go down there first. "I have no objections at all, amico. I know where my talents are and I'd happily leave taking the lead to you or Iris." Almost without pause, she turned to Junior and offered him the benefit of her smile. "It's good to see you in one piece still. And in trouble as always, eh?" Her gaze flickered to Taylor. "Who is your friend, Junior? Would you care to introduce us? I don't believe I've had the pleasure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 18:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior seems to accept Mica with somewhat better grace, and he returns her smile with a crooked little half-smile of his own.&nbsp; Then he claps Taylor on the shoulder.<br><br>"It's a living.&nbsp; Not much of one, but there you go.&nbsp; As for the niceties...Mica, this is Taylor.&nbsp; Taylor, Mica.&nbsp; She helped out with an unpleasant situation, and is probably half the reason I'm still alive, no thanks to your crush.&nbsp; And he and I have some enemies in common.&nbsp; Long story with more errors than comedy."<br><br>Antonio's question, on the other hand, gets a slow roll of the eyes...<br><br>"It's a reference to a popular brand of spaghetti sauce.&nbsp; Sort of like calling a Tunisian 'couscous' or 'falafael'.&nbsp; Or 'towel head'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 20:42:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the main room, a waiter hurried over to Allen. "Your pardon, signoire, I did not mean to keep you waiting. Do you have a reservation for this evening? Table for ..?" He let his voice trail off, waiting on Allen to supply a number.<br><br>In the back, Antonio patiently collected the money, ignoring the banter that was starting to flow. His head turned towards Junior. "And will you be joining the others below?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 20:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's why I paid you," Junior says.&nbsp; "I'm on the clock, after all, and the Man wants this done."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 20:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Given your enthusiasm, I was not sure." Antonio replied with a smile. "Now, is there anything that you require, or wish to leave in my safekeeping, should you return this way? If not, I have a selection of medical supplies that can be purchased at a quite reasonable cost."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 22:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen was surprised that the waiter did not seem off-put by the sword he was carrying.&nbsp; Maybe he was used to weird stuff.&nbsp; Or maybe it was hard to see in the light - the only really visible part from the front was the handle.&nbsp; "I'm looking for a man.&nbsp; Antonio Moroni.&nbsp; I was told that he was here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 22:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would seem that the waiter was either distracted, or oblivious, as he simply nodded and led Allen deeper into the restaurant, pausing at a closed door to knock. After a few seconds he opened it and gestured for Allen to go inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 22:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen followed the waiter through the restaurant to the closed door.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; Stepping inside, he saw the group of people assembled.&nbsp; "Antonio?"&nbsp; He called to the wizard by name.&nbsp; If he was here, he should respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:53:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, then, I suppose we should be..." He pauses as a familiar voice calls to him at the door. "Allen! Buona sera. I must say that this is an unexpected pleasure. We were about to head into the tunnels to question a few goblins, and could use your company. $25 to enter, and $25 upon exit, or 2% of what we bring back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly.&nbsp; I'm always willing to help however I can.&nbsp; Even if the only real help I could give would be this thing here," he said, indicating the sword over his back.&nbsp; He noted that both Junior and Taylor were here as well.&nbsp; "Alright, for those of you here who don't know who I am, I'm New Orleans Assistant District Attorney Allen Sinclair."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Antonio wipes her mouth, Iris snatches his wrist with an iron grip.&nbsp; "Well good...cause I ain't no lady."&nbsp; She says, chewing her tobacco open-mouthed for him to see.&nbsp; "I got no problem going in first.&nbsp; Less of you all to shoot over."<br><br>As Mica enters, Iris waves subtly.&nbsp; She pulls a .44 magnum from her shoulder holster beneath her jacket, and begins loading it.&nbsp; "Unless you <em>want</em> to go in front of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"While you are debating who goes where, perhaps you would like to move on?" suggests Antonio. He leads the group out into the corridor, through to a staff only section, and to a storage area, where a large metal door (freezer like) is hung with a sign 'Out of Order'. "Think of this as an airlock." he says, gesturing towards it. "It cannot be opened from the inside though, only from this side. There are buzzers though which will let me know if anyone wishes to come through."<br><br>He gives a small smile. "Hopefully you will not be in too much of a hurry to come out." He looks around. "Is everyone ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3220817#msg3220817">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 30-06-2010, 02:07:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Certainly.&nbsp; I'm always willing to help however I can.&nbsp; Even if the only real help I could give would be this thing here," he said, indicating the sword over his back.&nbsp; He noted that both Junior and Taylor were here as well.&nbsp; "Alright, for those of you here who don't know who I am, I'm New Orleans Assistant District Attorney Allen Sinclair."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Iris freezes and looks at Allen as he enters.&nbsp; "Blimey...do all the DA's in America carry swords?"&nbsp; She asks.&nbsp; She follows Antonio as he leads them to the airlock.<br><br>"Antonio...if we get cut off from your exit, do you know if there are any others?"&nbsp; She asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3220891#msg3220891">Quote from: Dizzied on 30-06-2010, 02:22:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Iris freezes and looks at Allen as he enters.&nbsp; "Blimey...do all the DA's in America carry swords?"&nbsp; She asks.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"No, just the ones who have a second life as a Knight Templar, killing vampires," Allen replied dryly.&nbsp; "And trust me, you're going to want this sword in case we run into trouble.&nbsp; Take off a ghoul's head with one shot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great.&nbsp; Do I have to introduce you two, or will you handle this yourself?"<br><br>Junior rubs the back of his neck and grimaces.<br><br>"Hotheads and holy knights.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; What's next, my dear half-brother's fanboys coming out of the woodwork?&nbsp; Nobody answer that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor smiles at Mica and inclines his head politely, "Nice to meet you Mica.&nbsp; If Junior considers you a friend, then you're alright by me too.&nbsp; If you need a helping hand, call me up."<br><br>"Oh, hey Allen," Taylor says as Allen walks in. "Does this mean the G-man thinks something big is going to go down here or just that we'll need your help?"<br><br>As they stand in front of the door that the not-a-wizard Antonio led them to, Taylor nods at the man, "I'm ready.&nbsp; Pop the hatch and I'll be first to step through.&nbsp; Lady or not, I'm not letting Iris taking point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 17:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See?"&nbsp; Iris says to the others.&nbsp; She looks back at Taylor.&nbsp; "Suit yourself.&nbsp; I know one or two bullets won't kill <em>you</em>", sounding like she's tested it out before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 22:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well." replied Antonio, opening a small panel to reveal a screen and touchpad. He tapped it a few times, causing the image on the screen to change. "Well, I do not see anything near the entrance, so if you are all ready ..."<br><br>He opened the door to the airlock, and made a flourishing gesture for everyone to enter.<br><br>((OOC feel free to post moving into the dank, dark tunnels and the outer door closing behind you))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 23:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods to the other Antonio as he steps past. As the others file in, he asks, "I don't suppose any of you bothered with a light source? Didn't think so."<br><br>As the outer door closes, shrouding the group in dank darkness, Antonio mutters something. Softly at first, a bluish were-light grows from the head of Antonio's walking stick. Bluish light dances along black-on-black runes painted into the stick, until the head is shrouded in the phantom flame. The makeshift torch doesn't illuminate much, but it is enough for the group to see with.<br><br>"There. Now, shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 07:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's nice to know you care Iris," Taylor responds with light sarcasm.<br><br>As Taylor enters the tunnels, he squints into the darkness, doing his best to see with the light from wizard Antonio's improvised torch.&nbsp; Keeping his hands in front of him, in as much as to be ready for a fight as to feel his way through, Taylor grimaces as he touches the dank tunnel walls.&nbsp; It isn't until the door seals behind them that it sinks in the potential danger everyone is in.&nbsp; Doing his best to keep silent, Taylor moves slowly forward, trying to keep alert for any potential dangers that may leap at them.<br><br><br>((For the stealth: At 2010-06-30 23:57:25, Taylor (uid: 13954) rolls: 4d3m-2 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15994)<br>For the alertness: At 2010-07-01 00:03:29, Taylor (uid: 13954) rolls: 4d3m-2 Result: -1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15995)))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 21:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris pulls a large buck knife from a sheath at her waist, and follows the group in.&nbsp; She stands behind Taylor and slightly to the side, keeping her gun raised in one hand and her knife in the other, held up and ready for action.<br><br>"If you get grabbed by something, try to let it pin you.&nbsp; It'll make it easier for us to shoot or fry it or whatever."&nbsp; She whispers to Junior as they make their way through the tunnels.<br><br>(Alertness, if neccesary; http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15996 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15996))<br>(Stealth, if necessary; http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15997 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15997))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 23:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No one sees anything immediately strange or dangerous in the tunnel. The tunnel itself appears to quite old though, the brickwork encrusted with decades, or perhaps centuries, or wear and neglect. Best guess is this would be part of the sewerage system from the early 1900s. Obviously it is no longer in use, otherwise things would be much less pleasent.<br><br>((If anyone has ideas on searching, feel free to post them, otherwise it will be just ordinary tracking rolls to turn anything up as you move along. When posting rolls, just the final result will be fine. I trust you all :) )
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior follows reluctantly, holding himself toward the back of the line...almost as if he anticipates that this will be fraught with danger if not merely difficulty.&nbsp; He, at any rate, has no qualms about letting Iris walk point, and probably hopes to indulge in a little <em>schadenfreude</em> later.<br><br>For now, he's not Tracking anyone so much as keeping a wary eye on everybody in front of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:23:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris crouches down after a minute.&nbsp; "Hold on...give me a little light here.&nbsp; I might have found some prints."&nbsp; She motions to Antionio.<br><br>(OOC- Using Survival to try and track the goblins.&nbsp; Rolled +2 for a total of +5, Superb)<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 01:08:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And indeed, her sharp eyes had picked up faint disturbances in the dirt. Several scuff marks led into a second tunnel, where a patch of mud revealed cloven hoofprints .. fairly fresh ones, as far as she could tell. Three figures had passed this way, perhaps within the last hour or so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 02:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Three of em ,it looks like.&nbsp; Hoofs."&nbsp; She pauses for a second.&nbsp; "Do goblins have hooves?"&nbsp; She asks.&nbsp; <br><br>"We just missed 'em.&nbsp; 'bout an hour ago.&nbsp; But I think we'll be catching up real soon."&nbsp; She says, pointing her knife hand down the direction they went, and heading down that way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 08:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor pauses in mid-step and waits as Iris examines the tracks.<br><br>"I don't know if goblins have hooves, but the only things I know that have hooves are satyrs and minotaurs.&nbsp; Based on that, I don't think these tracks belong to anyone fun or peace loving."<br><br>Looking in the direction Iris points, Taylor makes sure he's in the lead as he heads down deeper into the tunnels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 10:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica offered Allen a cheerful, little wave. "Nice to meet you, Allen. A friend of Antonio's a friend of mine." Her gaze slips towards Antonio, and she smiles as they follow the owner. "Especially if they arrive when there are dark, exciting new places to explore." Glancing at the touchpad, she hopes for a peek at the numbers he's tapping in and sweeps on inside once the door's opened.<br><br>"Twenty-five dollars is laughable fee for a place like this." She said once the door closed behind them. "I'd pay that for Madame Thussauds." Her quick grin curls the full lips. "Not that I'm complaining."<br><br>She is comparatively quiet when she follows the others, her eyes roam over the walls and ceiling with keen delight and she thinks of the movie Labyrinth as she marks their turns by drawing a line in the sand, remembering Sarah as she exclaimed <em>Someone has been changing my marks. This is not fair!</em>. Antonio receives another look of approval for the torch, which adds just enough light to emphasize the darkness beyond. A happy shiver crawls over Mica spine and her smile grows wider and wider. <br><br>"Hooves?" She whispers, edging closer to Iris and Taylor. This she has to see! Kneeling beside the tracks, she studies the prints for the sheer fun of all the possibilities it contains. "Would a minotaur fit in here?" She squints at the ceiling and back at Iris with a faint shrug and a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. "I guess we'll find out."<br><br>"I've never seen one.... or a satyr." Nor a goblin either, but that somehow seems mundane in the light of new developments. "Do you think they'll speak English?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 01:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods. "There are some fae that have hooves." He pauses, brow furrowed in concentration. "I can't think of any offhand right now. I KNOW of them, but..." He shakes his head. "It is, how you say... a brain freeze?<br><br>"At any rate, I do know this: the more powerful the fae, the closer to human it appears. Still, this is not the place to be taken off guard."<br><br>((Roll Result: Lanzlo rolled: 4d3, adding -8to the total<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1, 1, 1, 1,<br>Total: -4))<br><br>((The Die Roller hated me...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 21:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With what little information you seem to have pooled, the group continues on, little wiser than before. Iris' tracking skills prove quite credible, and she seems to have little trouble in leading the group through the maze of tunnels. The tracks seem to wander back and forth, as if those making them are still still unsure of where they are going.<br><br>Before long though, Iris calls a halt, gesturing towards the ground. A little more light shows another set of tracks crossing the first, the two sets now merging and moving in one direction .. though which is following which remains to be seen.<br><br>These ones appear more mixed. One or two looks human, or at least humanoid. The rest appear to be canine. You'd guess one or two of those.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 00:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bloody hell...more of em now.&nbsp; Might be moving together...but more likely one of em's following the other."&nbsp; she pauses.&nbsp; "Hope someone's watching <em>our</em> back right now."&nbsp; she says, flattening her lips, concerned.<br><br>She continues leading on.&nbsp; "Dogs...my guess is their using the dogs to track.&nbsp; Might be normal...might be faerie."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From his position to the rear of the party, Junior shakes his head.&nbsp; The words 'I have a very bad feeling about this' form in his head but remain unspoken.&nbsp; But if the Old Man wants him down here, following the Crazy Man-Hating Van Helsing Chick, then that's what he's going to do...<br><br>He notices the tracks.&nbsp; Something tickles the back of his brain.&nbsp; Hoofprints?&nbsp; Should be familiar...but no, nothing comes to mind.&nbsp; He lets the others pull a couple of steps further ahead as his sense of dread deepens.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like, as in faerie dogs?" Taylor tries to picture what faerie dogs look like and shakes his head. "Whatever, we can handle it.&nbsp; I can punch out a couple extra guys no problem."<br><br>Taylor stares into the darkness and shrugs, "Come on, let's keep on going.&nbsp; There is asses to be kicked and treasure to be found."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 14:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rumours of pirate treasure have been a staple of the city for quite a while, and on occasion small troves do turn up. Never enough to make anyones fortune, but there's always that one story, the heard from a friend of a friend, about some Captain whose name was lost to time, slaughtering his whole crew and hiding the treasure away from prying eyes. Who know's, maybe there is even a grain of truth to it.<br><br>But for today, your focus is on something a little less mundane ...<br><br>((Can I have an Alertness or Investigation roll please. Investigation from those actively tracking / keeping an eye out, Alertness from anyone who isn't. Just post the final skill rank result, that'll be fine.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 15:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Iris gets a total of +1 for investigation)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 18:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This is not a safe environment for woolgathering.&nbsp; Nonetheless, Junior's mind is not on the hazards of tunnel-delving, nor on the presence of dogs and goats and pirates (oh my!) but rather on how much trouble this is going to be to escape...<br><br>(Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 4d6<br>Comment: Alertness +2<br>Result: 3, 3, 1, 3&nbsp; for 0, 0, -1, 0.&nbsp; +2-1 is +1.&nbsp; <strong>Average</strong>.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 07:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Antonio rolled a total of -1; Average -1 is Poor. Looks like the war wizard is merely providing a light source...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 08:10:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Taylor got a total of +1))<br><br>Taylor is more alert than usual, heading down the tunnel with some actual attention to his surroundings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 16:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica had been looking around with avid interest, although it can't be said she was actively investigating. Simply being there brought a thrill that she enjoyed perhaps a little too much. Occasionally, a delighted smile found Antonio or Junior, a warm glance sent to the front where Iris did her part. "Goblins", she whispered happily. "Imagine that." <br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Roll Result: Imogen rolled: 4d6<br>Comment: Mica -investigation check<br>Result: 6, 5, 4, 5,<br><br>(alertness +1 +1 + 0 + 1 = +3)<br></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 23:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anyone with a result of Fair (+2) can hear some noises from ahead.<br>Anyone with a result of Good (+3) would identify the noises as fighting. Shouting, screaming, and gunshots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris is oblivious, stalking forward.&nbsp; "Fuckin' goblins...don't zone out on me, Mica.&nbsp; Drop your guard for a second and they'll pounce all over us..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica cocked her head at Iris' words, a wisecrack on her lips when she noticed a certain backdrop to her buddy's voice..&nbsp; a melange of voices, rising in various octaves, interrupted by the distinct clang of guns fired. "I'll be damned." She murmured, falling into Iris' speak as she hurriedly squeezed past the others, brushing a hip or shoulder against those between her and Iris in her haste to reach their leading lady. "I don't think they're pounding on us, lady." Only Mica could call Iris "lady" and not be sarcastic. She kept her voice low, and nodded to the tunnel ahead. "Sounds like others found them first. Do you hear it?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio frowns. "Hear what?" Just in case, he shakes his left hand to loosen it a bit, then very deliberately cocks it in position, as if holding a dagger. A faint shimmer, more of a distortion of air, appears in his empty hand. Finally, he mutters a single word - "Hepeyodhe." - and the shimmering coalesces into a barely visible and almost tangible main gauche. <br><br>((Casting my shield rote, to have it ready for the first exchange of combat: 4 shift block, 1 mental stress. Also, any cell phones or other electronic devices anyone else had just got fried. Sorry, hazards of being a wizard...))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 20:31:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3222576#msg3222576">Quote from: Wheresmycow on 30-06-2010, 07:45:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, hey Allen," Taylor says as Allen walks in. "Does this mean the G-man thinks something big is going to go down here or just that we'll need your help?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Possibly," the Templar lawyer said.&nbsp; "I'm not sure of one of the other yet.&nbsp; The people upstairs work in mysterious ways, as the saying goes.&nbsp; Let's go.&nbsp; We've got things to be doing, yes?"<br><br>Following the group into the caverns, Allen kept a hand by his sword.&nbsp; It was dark, and dank, and a bit wet...like most caves, but spelunking hadn't been something that he had anticipated when Raziel had told him to lead the new Templar Order.&nbsp; Well, with all things, endure, right?&nbsp; Or something like that.<br><br>The group stopped when Iris, the monster hunter, apparently, spotted something.&nbsp; Hoof tracks.&nbsp; Belonging to...something.<br><br>(Lore roll for when we encountered the hooves, at the time of Antonio's roll.&nbsp; Starting with a Lore Skill of +1...))<br><br>((Roll made: 5, 5, 3, 6.&nbsp; +3 added to the +1 for a total of +4.&nbsp; Result of Great.&nbsp; Photo of diceroll is available if requested.))<br><br>Moving on, they headed further into the cave, searching for their quarry.<br><br>((Investigation roll for seeing/hearing/noticing things.&nbsp; Starting with Investigation Skill of +2))<br><br>((Roll made: 4, 5, 5, 5.&nbsp; +3 added.&nbsp; Result of Superb - +5.&nbsp; Photo of diceroll available, if requested.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the noises pointed out, it becomes easier to hear them. At least while they last. After perhaps 5 or 10 seconds the noises seem to fade, and an eerie silence falls once more. However, you would guess the source of the noise was close, even allowing for echos bouncing off the walls. You're probably no more than a hundred yards from whatever was occurring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris stops and listens to the sounds that everyone points out.&nbsp; "Shit...stay quiet.&nbsp; I'll go check it out."&nbsp; She creeps forward, trying to be as silent as possible, towards the source of the sounds.&nbsp; She keeps her gun and knife at the ready.&nbsp; <br><br>(Stealth roll totaled +2)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor listens to the noise and cracks his knuckles.<br><br>"Finally, some action."<br><br>Racing past Iris, Taylor charges to the source of the gunfire, his inhuman speed getting him there very quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio looks at Iris when she offers to scout. Before he has a chance to say anything, Taylor rushes ahead. He sighs and slips past Iris. "We'd better go save your boyfriend from himself," he quips, a slight smile on his face. He advances forward, walking stick in front as a torch, his left hand in a ready position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 13:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica throws her hands up and rolls her eyes heavenwards. Yay for testosterone! She sighs and glances at Iris. "Maybe we should invest in a leash for your friend?" She murmurs. "I'll chip in." <br><br>With Tailor charging and Antonio in pursuit, Mica stays behind Iris and casts a nervous glance over her shoulder. "I don't like the silence... Whatever is there stopped fighting. That might be good or bad, but whatever's left there very likely isn't going to be so distracted they won't hear us." She eyed the tunnel. "Unless we get lucky and they're all comatose. I'm gonna fall a lil behind... Just in case, you know? I'm better getting us out of trouble than this whole showdown stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 15:50:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What Taylor finds, with the others moving up close behind him, is a somewhat out of place looking metal door. There's some badly faded paint on it, that might be a logo, or indication of what it used to be, but it's hard to tell, especially half covered by graffiti.<br><br>The door itself is slightly ajar, and there is light coming from inside. There's a faint sound, voices you think, but muffled and indistinct.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ugh...bloomin' idiot!"&nbsp; Iris growls as Taylor rushes past.&nbsp; She follows him with everyone else.&nbsp; <br><br>"A leash...or maybe a sedative.&nbsp; A <em>permanent</em> sedative."&nbsp; She responds to Mica.&nbsp; "Just stay behind...I ain't afraid of a wounded winner."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:29:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Safely (?) in the rear, Junior just shakes his head.<br><br>"Running to catch his ancestors," he grumbles, then hastens his steps a little to keep up with the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 10:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor attempts to rush into the room, shoulder checking the door with a combination of inhuman speed and strength, instead of opening it normally, so that he doesn't have to slow down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 13:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door isn't secured, and slams open under tailors shoulder .. not as far as it should mind you, but that is explained by the body he sees lying crumpled behind it. A rather surprised looking individual in typical gang colours, with the top of his head bashed in. A pistol lies near his hand, though you can't see any shell casing lying around.<br><br>The small room itself is fairly sparse. Against one wall sits a tv, hooked up to an x-box, with a pair of chairs in front of it. Around the room are a variety of shelves, most of which are empty, but an assortment of cardboard boxes litter the rest. A single doorway leads out from here, set in the right hand wall from where you came in. The voices seem to be coming from that direction. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor looks down at the body, blinks, and then feels a sense of vindication for charging on ahead.&nbsp; Technically, knocking out the gangster was a sneak attack.<br><br>Spotting the door, Taylor heads to the source of the voices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gangster may have been sneak attacked alright, but unless something Taylor did punched a rather large hole into his chest, he wasn't responsible for this one. Streaks of blood smear the floor where the body has been pushed aside. They're starting to dry, so still pretty fresh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica peeks in from behind Antonio and grimaces, taking a couple of hasty steps back. She glances over her shoulder to the tunnel behind them, checking for anything coming up the rear. Returning to the others, she gives the door a quick once over, checking if the damn thing still works and who knows, could be locked. Mica likes closed doors, opposed to long corridors and enemies behind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 20:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they catch up, Iris ducks into the door, taking a quick look around.&nbsp; She motions the others inside if they haven't entered already.&nbsp; "What the bloody hell happened here..."&nbsp; She says, looking at the man with the hole through his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>She points her gun at the doorway where Taylor is creeping towards, and follows behind, as quietly as she can.&nbsp; "Don't rush into a trap!"&nbsp; She hisses at him quietly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 07:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor waves a hand at Iris, "Don't worry, I got this."<br><br>Heading through the door, Taylor attempts to keep alert.<br><br>((Alertness: 2))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What Mica finds is that the locking mechanism is slightly damaged. She'd be reasonably certain it would lock behind them, with a bit of effort. Of course, the flipside to that is it would take a bit of effort to open again, and this is the only way in and out she has seen so far.<br><br>Taylor pushed on through the doorway, and finds himself in a short corridor. There are doors on each side of the corridor, the one of the left closer than the one on the right, and closed by a door. There's also a rank chemical smell which seems to be coming from it. The doorway to the right, the door is half open, but there's no light coming from that room.<br><br>Ahead is another door, halfway open, and the sound of voices. Not just voices, he realises after a moment. It sounds like people having sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((I'm under the assumption that the compel is still in effect.))<br><br>"Shit, white court!" Taylor hisses, jumping to conclusions.&nbsp; Taylor charges into the room, ready to stop the feeding that he thinks is taking place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris grits her teeth, her face getting red with anger as Taylor keeps running around.&nbsp; This time she doesn't follow him, covering him with her revolver as he rushes into the room, but not following him in.&nbsp; Her heart jumps as she hears 'White Court', though, invoking all sorts of bad memories...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 19:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio rolls his eyes. "Taylor, don't..." He sighs as the half-dragon rushes ahead. "...jump to conclusions." Still, he holds his walking stick in an attack position, just in case a fight does break out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 22:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why do I always get stuck with the rabidly gung-ho ones," Junior asks the ceiling quietly, turning to make sure that nothing's sneaking up behind them.&nbsp; This isn't likely, but in his experience it's best to be safe than sorry...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 13:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica looked up briefly from her inspection of the lock. She muttered a few choice words under her breath and examined the other side of the door. Her fingers tips trailed over the keyhole, but another sigh got choked off when Taylor's exclamation reaches her ears. Fuck! Her eyes snap towards the other door, and swiftly she kneels down beside the downed man, going through his pockets. The man doesn't seem rich, but heck, she might get lucky with a wallet, papers or even a key to fit that damn lock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To Juniors relief, nothing appears to either jump out of the darkness or be sneaking up on them. Aside from the light and noises from inside, there doesn't seem to be anyone, or anything, nearby.<br><br>Mica pats down the body, but finds no key, nor wallet. She does find maybe $100 in assorted bills, a small flick knife, and a plastic bag containing a white powder. There's also a spare clip for the gun that lies nearby.<br><br>Taylors reflexes are all that keeps him from going sprawling when he enters the next room. As it is, he has to jump to avoid the body lying nearest the door. The room likes like a minor warzone, bullet marks scoring the walls, and at least a half dozen bodies lying scattered amongst overturned furniture. The sounds he heard, not a white court feeding, but a somehow untouched tv in one corner, with hard core porn playing on it.<br><br>A pair of large, hairy figures, definitely not human, lie amongst the other bodies. The floor is slick with blood, and littered with spent shell casings.<br><br>Two more doors lead out from here. One is in the wall ahead, the other to the right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never shy with other people's property, Mica helps herself to the gun, ammo and assorted goods. She eyes the plastic bag critically before she tucks it into her pocket. The money brings a smile to her lips and the bills are neatly folded and tucked underneath the small plastic bag. <br><br>She tenses when Taylor bursts into the room but when no angry shouts or gunfire follow his leap, she straightens, and looks over to Iris and Junior. Sharing is caring, and she hestitantly holds out the gun on an outstretched hand. "I'm not good with these. Either of you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris rolls her eyes at the television.&nbsp; "Oi, good thing we stopped the white court, right Taylor?"&nbsp; She says, obviously a little irritated.&nbsp; She looks around at the bodies on the floor and whistles.&nbsp; "What the hell are those things?"&nbsp; She asks, pointing to the furry forms.&nbsp; <br><br>Iris puts her knife away and takes the gun when Mica offers it.&nbsp; She checks the clip.&nbsp; (how much is left?)&nbsp; "John Woo, eat your heart out."&nbsp; She smiles, spinning it on a finger.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:14:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio furrows his brows in confusion. "John who?" He shakes his head, "Never mind," and frowns at the television. "Why would anyone even WANT to see such an intimate moment such as that?" He strides to the television and turns it off, a mild air of disgust.<br><br>With that, he turns to the non human corpses in the room. He turns the nearest one on it's back, and begins the delicate tasks of identifying what species it may be.<br><br>((Lore roll. Lore of Good (+3), roll of 2, 1, 5, 5, resulting in - - + + Lore result of Good (+3)))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 22:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3457185#msg3457185">Quote from: Imogen on 12-08-2010, 00:22:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm not good with these. Either of you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I normally work up close and personal, for professional reasons.&nbsp; Thanks, though."<br><br>Junior gives Iris a grim, suspicious look.<br><br>"And keep Calamity Jane here in front of me."&nbsp; He turns to regard the bodies.&nbsp; "Bored guards.&nbsp; Now they're holier than we."<br><br>He jerks a thumb at the TV.<br><br>"Worst habit ever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 17:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait! Don't turn off the...." Mica shushes and shoots a worried glance to the doors, cocking her head as she concentrates on listening for movement from behind either of those doors. "I don't care what they are..." She keeps her voice low, barely above a whisper. "I want to know what killed them. Or rather... If they're still around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 02:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's right...they could still be here."&nbsp; Iris looks at the two doors in the room.<br><br>Iris goes to the door on the right and listens at it, sh-ing everyone to be quiet.&nbsp; <br>(Alertness roll total of +1)<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio pauses, and then frowns. "Right... you wanted the noise distraction. Sorry, m'lady, I'm not sure if I could have stomached the distraction."<br><br>He takes one final look at the dead furry corpses, then further in. "Whatever is in there, they killed Gruffs. Summer court. Those guys aren't easy to take down. I'll walk point with Iris."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 12:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Summer court?" Mica smoothed up, next to Antonio and rested her hand upon his arm imploringly. "Please be careful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 19:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles. "Of course. And I mean the Gruffs are Summer. Whomever - or whatever - killed them wasn't Summer. Most likely Winter Court."<br><br>He takes Mica's hand and plants a gentlemanly kiss upon the back. "We'll get through this. But for now, let's be careful."<br><br>He turns back to Iris, "Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 22:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer Court. Winter Court. It's all the same to Mica but she allows the gentlemanly kiss with good grace and a warm smile. "Weird." She murmurs, distracted by her own train of thought. "You'd think that key should be 'round here somewhere. Maybe that lock was old anyway." She pats the corpses pockets without much hope. They don't seem the type to be entrusted with keys. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 12:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Porn, really?" Taylor seethes quietly.&nbsp; "Porn isn't a popcorn flick, you don't just watch with a couple of friends.&nbsp; Not unless it's bad slash hilarious porn."<br><br>Taylor paces around, looking at the corpses, before moving to stand beside Junior.<br><br>"Summer Court, Winter Court: that's fairies right?&nbsp; Looking at the mess here, I don't think it was tinker bell that passed through.&nbsp; Think this ties in with that prophecy we got in the bar?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damned if I know, man, but it wouldn't surprise me one bit to find them mixed up in something like this."&nbsp; Junior shakes his head and frowns in thought.&nbsp; "Kind of goes with the terror-tory.&nbsp; Kind of like Bloods and Crips, only with less logic and more bloodshed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 01:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the moments after the tv fell silent Iris caught a few words being spoken from the nearer door, but they ceased almost as quickly as the tv did. A male voice, or at least a deep one, but she couldn't catch what was said. The speech of the others in the room covered whatever else might have been said next door.<br><br>All of the bodies show signs of violence. Both Gruffs show bullet wounds and deep cuts, where as the gang members are mostly cuts and judging by some of the limb positions, blunt force trauma.<br><br>In one pocket Mica finds a ring of keys, several of which might fit the lock on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 10:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris hears the voices stop, and makes a 'Shh!' motion to the others.&nbsp; Creeping up to the door, she'll try to kick id down and point her guns, at the ready, at whoever is inside.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 00:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door is apparently unlocked, and swings open under Iris' kick to slam loudly against the inside wall. Ahead is another corridor, which turns after about 6 meters. From here you can't see around the turn to what lies beyond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris nudges Taylor and points down the newly opened hall, indicating that he should lead the way like always.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 21:57:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio rolls his eyes. "Let's go. I've got your back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 07:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor gives Iris and Antonio a thumbs up, "Alright, let's do this."<br><br>Heading down the corridor, Taylor keeps an eye out just in case anything tries to pop up.<br><br>((Got Alertness roll of 0 if it matters.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 00:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing does, and the silence is broken only by the faint noises you yourselves are making. A glance around the corner shows only another meter or so of corridor before it opens into a larger room. You can see only faintly, as the lightbulb overhead is weak and flickering. To your left is one of those large metal cages (for lack of a better term) that you see in some shops, the kind used to keep more valuable goods in. In this one you can see a somewhat disheveled looking man. <br><br>The other side of the room is packed fairly high with assorted cardboard boxes, in varying sizes and shapes. You're not close enough to make out much in the way of logos, but there are consumer electronics company names on at least some of the larger ones.<br><br>((Alertness roll, Lore an acceptable substitute))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Alertness total of +2)<br><br>Iris follows Taylor into the new room.&nbsp; "Blimey...they got a 'ole fuckin world to themselves down here."&nbsp; She rummages through the boxes, looking for anything particularly valuable.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 21:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods to Iris, "Of course. They have to live somewhere. And, if they don't fit in with the human world..."He leaves that statement unfinished, as he heads to the security cage.<br><br>He squats down to examine the man inside. "Good evening. Are you all right?"<br><br>((Lore role of Good (+3)))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boxes contain what is, in all likelyhood, an assortment of stolen goods. Flat screen plasma TVs, blue ray players, a handfull of laptops and assorted gaming consoles. What looks out of place is a slightly battered briefcase. It bears marks of damage around the lock.<br><br>The man inside the cage looks somewhat the worse for wear. His clothing is rumpled, and torn in one or two places, but he does not appear to be injured. "I have had better days." he replies to Antonio, his accent marking him as a foreigner. "But I am not injured. Please, what is happening?"<br><br>((I'll assume you're all smart enough to tell the accent is French, but anything more than that would require a roll))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles. "To tell the truth, we're not sure ourselves. We came down here to investigate something, and stumbled across you."<br><br>He looks up, "Mica, darling. I think your delicate touch is needed here."<br><br>He turns back to the prisoner. "Let's get you out of here. What happened to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica smooths up behind Antonio and peers at the lock past the sleek wizard. One hand dips into her pocket and comes out with the ring of keys she found earlier. Her other hand comes to rest lightly upon the Italian noble's shoulder as she jingles the keys, safely out of reach from the entrapped stranger. "I wouldn't call these delicate, amico. So crudely made, but eh, we'll have to see if the shoe fits?"<br><br>Her eyes seek the imprisoned stranger, and slide from him to the others checking out the boxes, and back. "And most of all, who are you?" Her cheeks dimple as she smiles. Her fingers spin the keys between them until she finds the most promising match. Once again, her wary gaze flickers to the man. Doubt mirrors in her eyes and she chews her bottom lip as she examines the lock. "Stay away from me, okay? One wrong move and this door stays shut." She cautions. Providing he's smart enough to listen, Mica slides up close to the door, inserts the key and turns it, using both hands - one hand over the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris stays ready and alert as Mica turns the key.&nbsp; She doesn't point her gun at the prisoner, but she's prepared to if anything happens.<br><br>"Guess this is their stash.&nbsp; Makes me wonder why they're keeping <em>you</em> here.&nbsp; They wouldn't kidnap you for no reason...so why don't you tell us what <em>you</em> know first."&nbsp; She says, staring him down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 10:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa," Taylor says, "easy there Iris.&nbsp; It's just a guy in a cage.&nbsp; If he was a Big Bad, capital B's and all, a cage like this wouldn't hold him in."<br><br>Taylor turns to the man, "Been a little tense around here.&nbsp; Dark tunnels, dead gangsters: you know how that can be like.&nbsp; So, while you're being helped out, care to tell anything about yourself?"<br><br>Taylor is going to try and chat with the man, trying to be friendly and getting him to talk.<br><br>((Rapport roll: Got a 2.&nbsp; With a Good Rapport, 5 total.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man, who had shrank back under Iris' glare relaxed a little more at Taylors easier demeanor. "Oui, oui." he replied. "Ah, I mean yes. Sorry, this is not easy for me. This situation. My name is Henri Duponte. I am, um, courier. My company, she specialises in rare books." His hand gestured towards the case. "I was to bring this book here, for a client. Just as I was leaving the airport, I was attacked, thrown into a van, and brought here. Those men, I think they thought I was someone else, or maybe they thought I was carrying something more valuable than a book."<br><br>He gave a snort of outrage. "They did not believe a book could be of any real worth. <em>Brûle en enfer, et me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée.</em>" He snorted again, then looked somewhat abashed. "I am sorry, but ...' his hand rose to gesture at the cage around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris eyes light up.&nbsp; "Courier?&nbsp; Which means..."&nbsp; She licks her lips and checks the case.&nbsp; "You've got a little fairy-tale book in here, don't you..."<br><br>"So, who was your client if you don't mind me asking?"&nbsp; She continues.&nbsp; "I know you types like to be discreet in your business, but seeing as how we just saved your life and all..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still playing Tail-End Charlie, Junior sniffs around (so to speak).<br><br>"They didn't think a book could be worth anything?&nbsp; Guess they've never heard of the <em>Al-Azif</em>.&nbsp; Or the Voynich Manuscript.&nbsp; Or the <em>Daemonicon Humanis</em>."<br><br>He sniggers softly, still browsing...<br><br>"Books are the most dangerous things there are, just about."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The buyers name is a Mr Arturo Mancini." he replied. "And the book, it is ... um ... how do you say this ... folk tales? Stories, about strange things and places, from the time of La Révolution." He looked around at the group. "If you would help me complete the transaction, I am sure a reward could be arranged. I .. I do not know if I am safe now, or ..." His hand rose to gesture at the cage again.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Everyone can give me a Contacts roll here, to see if the clients name rings any bells&gt;&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior frowns in thought.<br><br>"Mancini?&nbsp; Like the composer?"<br><br>Then his eyes widen and his face goes curiously expressionless.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; It would almost certainly be an honor to assist you with the completion of your appointed delivery," the Egyptian says distantly, as if reading the words off an invisible cue card just over Duponte's shoulder.&nbsp; "There would be no harm at all in giving a book of old faerie tales to such a distinguished and esteemed businessman.&nbsp; He's practically a pillar of the community, after all."<br><br>Then one corner of his mouth curls up.<br><br>"It could be worse.&nbsp; He might want the <em>Al Azif</em>."<br><br><br>(Comment: Junior Attempts Contacts<br>Result: 5, 3, 6, 5, <br>Which is a +3 total)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Contacts roll totals +3) <br><br>Iris looks at Junior quizzically.&nbsp; "Oy, hey, hold on...are you jerking my chain?&nbsp; This guy gets kidnapped trying to deliver the book and you wanna help him finish it?"&nbsp; She seems to assume sarcasm on Junior's part.<br><br>"Who kidnapped you?&nbsp; Did they look like regular people or were they a bit different?"&nbsp; Iris asks, emphasizing 'different.'&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior gives Iris a particularly annoyed look.&nbsp; His voice, however, retains the same pleasantly vacant tone as before.<br><br>"Of course I want to help him.&nbsp; It's bad for business to screw up a contract this major, and I would never dream of doing something so underhanded, so base, as to suggest to an honest broker such as our friend here that any other outcome would be a good idea."<br><br>He adds a particularly Gallic shrug...which, for those who know him, underscores the sarcasm beautifully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 02:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor gives Junior and Iris a blank look, "Who's Mancini?&nbsp; I mean, I'm all for helping this guy, reward or not, but like why is this more important than just generally helping out?"<br><br>"Don't worry about it Mr. Duponte," Taylor gives the man a thumbs up, "I'll get you out of here safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 03:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mister Mancini is an honest businessman of Italian extraction," Junior says dryly.&nbsp; "A distinguished pillar of the community, you understand.&nbsp; Very honorable."<br><br>And this, as far as Taylor knows, is the first time Junior has ever used such language about anybody with a straight face...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 06:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris sighs.&nbsp; "You were asking for trouble...working for someone like that."&nbsp; She say.&nbsp; She fills in everyone else. <br><br>"Mancini is a dego scumbag who works the local crime ring.&nbsp; Beats me what he wants the book for.&nbsp; Could be he took up black magic.&nbsp; I'd bet that he's been subcontracted to get it for someone else though.&nbsp; Someone without the connections to find a book like that."&nbsp; <br><br>She pauses to think.&nbsp; "So, if we wanna find out who <em>really</em> is after the book, maybe we ought to finish the delivery.&nbsp; And keep an eye on Mancini."&nbsp; She casts a glance at everyone to see their reactions.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 07:01:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like I said.&nbsp; An honest businessman of Italian extraction.&nbsp; They're not known for patience about failed deliveries."<br><br>Junior shrugs.<br><br>"It ain't the <em>Daemonicon Humanis</em>. That's something.&nbsp; Or the unexpurgated Golden Bough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 18:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica opens the door for their new 'friend' and steps back, slipping the keyring back into her pocket. "I wouldn't call this 'safe'." A slight smirk curls the full lips as she throws a look over her shoulder to the corpse room. "You might want to get out of there, before they come back."<br><br>A glance finds Junior. "You know about books? What about this one? It might not be this eh... What did you call it, Demonic thing, but that doesn't mean it can't be worse, right?" <br><br><br>(contacts base average+ roll Result: 4, 5, 6, 3, = 3)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 18:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Al Azif</em> is about as bad as it gets, or so I'm told by my old man.&nbsp; He ought to know."<br><br>Junior manages a smirk--the most positive expression he's directed toward Mica today, as it turns out.<br><br>"But this book is probably bad enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So..." Iris addresses the french man.&nbsp; "How and when&nbsp; as the exchange supposed to go down?&nbsp; And how do you get in contact with Mancini?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I .. what .. no?" The man seems somewhat confused by these revelations, before he shakes his head, as if to clear it. "Whatever he is, or is not, I do not care. I have a task to do, and I must do it."<br><br>"I was supposed to meet him after I arrived, and deliver the book then. It is just a book. At least, I do not think there is anything terrible about it. I will have to contact him now, explain what has happened, and arrange for a new meeting to deliver it to him. If you help, I will be sure to see you properly rewarded for it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I suppose we could do worse than to deal with... how did you put it? An honest businessman of Italian extraction? A distinguished pillar of the community?" He sighs deeply. <br><br><em>"Perché devo sempre avere i posti di lavoro difficile?"</em> he mutters to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 22:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever.&nbsp; We can help white-flag here deliver it to Mancini.&nbsp; Then we can talk to him or whatever and see what he wants it for."&nbsp; She winks at everyone when she says 'talk to', insinuating something.&nbsp; She also keeps her head turned so the courier doesn't see it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't see any other way to find out what this bloody book is for."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 22:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I'd like to see the book first." Mica says drily. "So far, I've only seen a suitcase. And you look like a nice guy, really, Mr Duponte, but I wonder... did you pack the suitcase yourself?" Her smile deepens. Sudden. Mischievous. "And if not, surely you are curious, monsieur... As a trader in old books, surely you too would like to see this book? Confirm it is still in there? Hmm?"<br><br>"What would happen if Mr Mancini opens the suitcase... poof... no book?" She lofts a brow in playful curiosity. "I wouldn't want to be you, I really wouldn't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 09:28:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor's expression becomes one of concern, "Aw man, so he's a mob boss?&nbsp; There's no way this will end okay?&nbsp; We all know this right?&nbsp; Even if the book gets into the guy's hands and it's all peaches up to that point, I don't think this Mancini guy will be inclined to do us a favour.&nbsp; But if you guys want to, I'll still tag along."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the spirit," Junior says gloomily.&nbsp; "So let's get our new friend and his cargo out of here, yes?&nbsp; And worry about the delivery later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:06:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The book should still be in the case." he replied. "At least, I did not see anyone take it. They took my keys, opened it, said rude things and closed it again. I think they would have simply thrown it away, but one said that if I was carrying it in a locked case, it might be worth something." He gave a shrug. "I do not know, perhaps they wanted to find someone who would know the value of such things. They did not ask me who the book was for. I suppose it did not matter to them."<br><br>He steps carefully out of the cage, shivering slightly as he looks around. "I think I would very much like to leave this place now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:55:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure.&nbsp; Grab your case and let's go.&nbsp; Just watch your step.&nbsp; The next room's kind of a mess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to get out of here too, but maybe we should look around a bit more.&nbsp; Might be some clues to where those things that attacked the gang here ran off too.&nbsp; And it wouldn't do to get attacked from behind while getting you out of here, Frenchie."&nbsp; Iris spits some tobacco on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 21:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio lifts an eyebrow at the expectorated tobacco/saliva juice, and looks at Junior. Regardless of his reaction, looks back at Henri.<br><br>"Ah yes, that's our Iris. The very image of grace and decorum.<br><br>"Well, <em>Signore</em> Duponte, let us get you out of here. I agree that we should double check the other exit here, to make sure that we're not taken by surprise from behind.<br><br>"Oh, and I would suggest taking some of these... electronics...? with us. As part of the toll for leaving."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 17:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." he replied, moving towards his case. "I cannot say what you should do with the rest of this." His hand rose to take in the undoubtably stolen goods that filled the room. "I have no doubt the police would wish to recover as much of it as they could."<br><br>A cursory glance shows a selection of the more popular electronic devices, in varying numbers ... games consoles, mp3 players, laptops and so on. One large box even contains a fairly massive flatscreen plasma tv. Most of the stuff is small and portable though.<br><br>((If anyone wants specific items, let me know and I'll roll to see if they're amongst the loot. If anyone is doing a search in the other room, or amongst the bodies for anything, let me know.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris will dig around for any interesting weapons, and search the men for any cash.&nbsp; But other than that she seems uninterested in most of the electronics.&nbsp; <br><br>She'll go back to the door they entered and glance through.&nbsp; If its clear, she'll listen at the other door in that room that they haven't gone through yet.<br><br>(Alertness total of +5 this time)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 12:08:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica sighed, a disappointed look shot at the unopened door. "I guess we should head back",she agrees reluctantly. Damnit, no goblins or something equally exciting. Only a locked case. She eyes Duponte and steps up to the case first, closing her hand around the handle. "Let me take this for you. For now." She says, full lips curving in a sweet smile. Not the most trusting kind of person, Mica doesn't want ideas of running off with his precious appearing in Duponte's head. She slips an Ipod in a pocket where it rests next to her cell phone. "To satisfy our ferryman upstairs." Her fingers close around the keys, a small jingle sounds as she holds them up. "With some help, I can lock the door behind us. Buy us some time." <br><br>Heading back to the other room where the TV now stands silent Mica glances at the corpses and shivers. "Who'd do something like this?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 01:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor nods, "If we're all done here, then I'm all for heading up."<br><br>Looking at the massive plasma TV, Taylor walks up to it and lifts it up to take with him.<br><br>"I think this will cover all of our fares.&nbsp; Gonna grab anything Junior?"<br><br>((Yay Inhuman strength.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 06:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior shakes his head.<br><br>"Naww.&nbsp; It's temping, but right now I have a feeling that kismet's gonna lay a heavy paw on me if I so much as breathe about breaking ma'at."<br><br>He glances around one last time, shrugs, and beckons to the bookseller.<br><br>"C'mon.&nbsp; Let's you and me walk point on the way back.&nbsp; There's nobody behind us, so far's I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 15:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris's search reveals a collection of fairly common handguns, in reasonable condition (if you discount the fact they haven't been cleaned after firing, some are matted in blood and one has a large dent in the barrel). A check of wallets reveals perhaps $500 in cash, a number of credit cards, and two small bags of white powder. If there is anything in the other room, it is wisely making no noise whatsoever.<br><br>The recently freed Duponte seems a little uneasy about letting Mica carry his case, given the way his fingers twitch towards it, but he nods after a moment or two. "I will take it when we are back somewhere safe." he says, looking at her, before Juniors voice attracts him. He gives Mica one last look, then falls in beside the younger man.<br><br>((Anyone else wanting to check around, or do we move out into the tunnels again?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:04:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor trundles after Junior and the courier, the awkwardness of the plasma TV making it difficult to walk properly.<br><br>"This is going to be a bitch to carry through the tunnels.))<br><br>((I'm good with moving into the tunnels.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris will leave the guns and cash behind, figuring it would be more trouble than its worth to take them.&nbsp; (The room with the dead gang members had another door in it that we hadn't checked, right?)<br><br>" 'Old on for a second..."&nbsp; She says, opening the unchecked door a crack and peering through.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's why I'm not trying to take anything," Junior tells Taylor softly, giving Iris a suspicious glance.&nbsp; "Plus it's easier to keep an eye on folks if I'm not moving furniture."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The room is fairly small, and contains a largish table, on which is set a microwave and one of those gas stoves you sometimes see campers with. There is a large yellow cylinder of gas connected to it, and a second lying on its side nearby. A rather old fashioned looking sink is gurgling against one wall, and an overflowing wastebin is set in one corner. <br><br>A pair of mismatched sets of free standing shelving contain assorted tins, boxes and packets, and a small fridge sits between them. On top of it looks to be 4 or 5 cases of beer.<br><br>Opposite is a second door, half open, through which can be seen a mattress or two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me take a quick look here."&nbsp; Iris will make a cursory inspection of the makeshift kitchen, as well as the room with the mattresses.&nbsp; Unless something jumps out at her (literally or figuratively) she'll rejoin the others and head back to the tunnels.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 00:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The only thing to see is a small rat dragging a hotdog bun twice its own size towards a hole in the wall of the 'bedroom'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris snorts, and heads back to the others.&nbsp; "Lets get out of 'ere, shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 11:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time Mica takes up the rear. Suitcase in one hand, her keys in the other, she closes the door behind them and pushes and pulls against it until she can turn the key. Once the door is closed, she shoots a quick look to the others and then down at the suitcase lock, taking stock of the kind of locking and estimating her chances of opening the darn thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The return trip is relatively straightforwards, the only excitement provided by a feral cat that chose the wrong tunnel to go chasing after rats. Before too long the group have arrived back at the subterranean entrance they used to enter the tunnels.<br><br>Between the lack of light, and quality of lock, Mica doesn't think it overly likely she could open the case ... though it's possible one of the assorted keys that have been picked up would open it.<br><br>The former prisoner seems in much better spirits for being out of his cage. If you've been locked in a cramped cell, even dirty tunnels must seem some improvement in circumstances.<br><br>((If no one has anything further to do in the tunnels you can move back topside))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This," Junior comments in a particularly lugubrious tone, "is going far too well.&nbsp; So," he turns to M. Duponte.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you owe large amounts of money to men with dark suits and no sense of humor?&nbsp; Outstanding warrants for your arrest?&nbsp; Angry and jealous husbands lying in wait for you?"<br><br>He tries to smile.<br><br>"If the answer to all of the above is 'no', you understand, I'm really going to start worrying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why wait for a 'no' answer to start worrying?" Antonio shoots Junior a half smile. "As the saying goes, 'When everyone is really out to get you, paranoia's just smart thinking.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 20:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're only paranoid if you aren't really being followed, you mean."&nbsp; Junior rolls his eyes and grins a bit more genuinely.&nbsp; "But I'm still not sure if you're paranoid if you think you're being followed by the Mafia when it turns out to be the FBI."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 23:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they're about to leave the tunnels, Iris looks back at the others.&nbsp; "Awright, enough chit-chat girls...so when are we going to deliver this book?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 01:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey guys, less talky more walky," Taylor huffs as he carries the TV through the tunnels.&nbsp; "Remember Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction?&nbsp; So long as we're cool, it'll be cool."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 17:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have done nothing like that, I assure you." replies Duponte. "I was sent to deliver a book. I am not in the habit of consorting with criminals." His tone is somewhat hurt, that you might suspect him of such behavior.<br><br>"I cannot say when we will now deliver the book." he adds, to Iris. "I must make, what do you say, new arrangements?" He pauses, frowning. "If this man is a criminal, then he will probably suspect this is all some elaborate ploy to ... to do something with him." He gave a sigh. "I am not looking forwards to this discussion."<br><br>After a few moments of silent observation at the secluded entrance, the rather large and heavy door opens, allowing you an exit from the tunnels into the rooms beyond, which have not changed noticeably since you left them a short time ago.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 18:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if you're afraid that he's going to rough you up, why not let us handle the delivery?" She spits out the rest of her tobacco before they leave the tunnel.&nbsp; "You'll be safe, and your book will be delivered.&nbsp; You can watch us if you don't trust us."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 18:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior claps the man on the shoulder and chuckles softly.<br><br>"I know that feeling!&nbsp; I'm always forced to have discussions with people who think I'm out to get them.&nbsp; Sometimes it's even true.&nbsp; So like the lady says, you set the meet, and if it's acceptable we'll make the delivery.&nbsp; Or even come along as backup.&nbsp; After your experience, surely he won't mind if you're a bit nervous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 18:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course", Mica cut in smoothly. "We could keep the suitcase... For safekeeping. While you consort with your customer. That way all of our interests are protected." Her grip on the handle tightened. "You'll never know what he'd do if you'd just go meet him, book and all. And Junior has a point. After your recent experience, a bit of caution seems warranted. I know -I- wouldn't want to just walk in there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 20:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Non è un problema, amico.</em> We've seen you out this far, we might as well finish the job."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 03:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen had followed the rest of the group, keeping them covered with his sword.&nbsp; He'd stood by patiently while the others had taken care of getting them through the tunnels and to the end.&nbsp; In the room with all of the gathered loot, he stared at the piles for only a few moments before sifting through it for a couple of items to pay the access fee to the person back at Antonio's - electronics like smartphones and such would work best.<br><br>Trailing the team through the tunnels, he kept his weapon at the ready while they escorted this M. Duponte back to the surface.<br><br>((Sorry for the long absence.&nbsp; &gt;_&lt;&nbsp; I feel stupid.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 00:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look bestowed upon Iris would make it appear she had suggested something obscene, if not patently illegal, judging by the expression that oozed onto Duponte's face. "<em>Non.</em>" The reply was cold enough to chill drinks with. "This is a matter of honour, a matter of duty. I swore an oath, and I will fulfill it. I know such things have little weight in this day and age, but they still matter to some." <br><br>His gaze turned upon Mica. "If you wish to examine the book, I will open the case and show it to you. You may reassure yourself that it is nothing more than an old and rare book, at which point I will take my property back once more. I trust this will satisfy you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 04:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah," Junior says, shutting his eyes and nodding.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; One of those arrangements.&nbsp; Brother, I know how that goes...okay, fine, band of buggered and beleagured heroes it is.&nbsp; One for all, all for one, and Six for Two.&nbsp; Count me in, whatever else happens."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris sighs.&nbsp; "Your honor ain't gonna mean much if your <em>dead.</em>&nbsp; But I can tell I'm not gonna make any progress with you, so..."&nbsp; She shrugs.<br><br>"Make the call, I guess.&nbsp; Set up your funeral-- I mean, meeting, and I guess we'll do our best to make sure you don't get yourself in trouble again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 19:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio shoots Iris a look. "<em>Some</em> of us here understand such honor. And it's obvious that you do not understand, for it's better to die honorably than to live disgracefully."<br><br>He turns to the courier. "Make the call. I will assist in any way I am able."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:52:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if Junior is in, I'm definitely in.&nbsp; And hey, if the bad guys try and pull something, I'll make sure they regret ever crossing the likes of us," Taylor pipes in cheerfully.&nbsp; "Hell, I'll push their leader's head into his chest free of charge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 18:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Duponte seems molified by the support, favoring Antonio with a solemn nod. "Then if you will give me a few moments of privacy ..." he says and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. From outside you can hear his voice, though the words themselves are muffled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 18:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior finds a handy bit of wall against which to lean and frowns in thought.<br><br>"I have a bad feeling about this..."<br><br>He looks at Taylor and grins humorlessly.<br><br>"Remember that time with that girl and the amulet and that suitcase?&nbsp; That was pretty much like this, only she was a lot cuter than this guy.&nbsp; And we all know how <em>that</em> turned out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:40:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't like it." She mutters once Duponte exits. Turning the suitcase this way and that, she frets over not being able to open it. "I've never seen a book packed like it's supposed to survive bombings, plane crashes and the like. Did he get his hands on the first Holy Bible or the Book of Kells? And Mancini? With a book? Or is that just a cover? Pardon the bad pun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if it's a very rare book, like...well, the Al-Azif.&nbsp; That's rarer than brass hen's teeth.&nbsp; And if you were carrying it, you'd want to make sure that even the usual acts of Gawd wouldn't hurt it."<br><br>Junior shrugs as nonchalantly as he can, under the circumstances, trying to pretend that this doesn't give him the willies.<br><br>"Or the Qumran texts, the ones nobody wants to admit finding.&nbsp; The Nitocris Fragments..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 05:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm with Mia here.&nbsp; We're taking an awfully big risk.&nbsp; And call me crazy, but I don't think delivering this book safely is gonna put an end to the goblin attacks in the city.&nbsp; I'm just hoping this mafioso leads me to the cause of that little endemic."&nbsp; Iris eyes her tobacco pouch thoughtfully but decides to put it away.&nbsp; <br><br>"We should be prepared for the worst.&nbsp; If this guy thinks it's a trap, he might have us killed.&nbsp; Or try to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 20:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods, frowning slightly. "Agreed. While honor is one thing, this... this feels wrong. I suspect that our Fae friends are not through with trying to obtain this particular tome.<br><br>"I sincerely hope that he does not try to tell the other Antonio that we were responsible for his abduction..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 21:40:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yea, I remember.&nbsp; Mind you, I think part of the problem was because she was cute in the first place," Taylor grumbles at the memory, frowning. "The prettier they are, the more trouble they are.&nbsp; It's the basis in which every noir flick has been built upon.&nbsp; And it didn't help that there was cult activity as well, chasing after us with waving knives, all hopped up to get the stupid suitcase so they can sacrifice someone to their stupid patron.&nbsp; And then, when we finally deliver the suitcase to the asshole who it belongs to, he puts a bullet into my chest.&nbsp; Because he wants to 'renegotiate terms'."<br><br>"Boy was he surprised when I got back up and 'renegotiated' where his head was.&nbsp; Girl wasn't happy about that though, lots of screaming and panic.&nbsp; Bitch called the cops on us, calling me a monster.&nbsp; And then after that, I swear someone was playing the Benny Hill theme song because that's what it felt like."<br><br>Taylor snaps out of his dark reminiscence, realizing the context of the conversation.<br>"But I'm sure it'll turn out better this time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior chuckles and nods.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; And the look on his face after he put the slug in you, and you stood back up...man, that was <em>tasty</em>!&nbsp; Served him right.&nbsp; As for her..."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"She's doing ten for something she might actually have done.&nbsp; Not my doing, either, so don't ask."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 15:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few moments later, Duponte reenters the room. "It is all arranged. We will be meeting in two hours time at the Memorial Park. I have informed him that I will not be alone, given that I have encountered some trouble since arriving in the city." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I do not think he was overly worried by the prospect of others being with me, so no doubt he will have his own people along."<br><br>((Two hours will have it getting dark, but not quite dusk. You can give me a Contacts roll to see what you know about the Park, and/or Lore in case there is anything ... interesting .. known about it&nbsp; &gt;:) ))<br><br>"Now, I believe you wished to see the book, and reassure yourselves that the case is not instead full of diamonds or nuclear bombs, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 17:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Iris rolled +3 for a total of +5 Contacts, superb)<br><br>"Plutonium wouldn't worry me as much as some things."&nbsp; Iris says, staying a healthy distance from the case, but otherwise not protesting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 19:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Junior rolls -,+,-,+ for a net of 0 with +1 for his Lore.&nbsp; He's got very little...)<br><br>"Weapons grade plutonium would be a pleasant surprise, comparatively speaking," he dolefully agrees with Iris.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 23:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Rolled -, 0, 0, + for Lore. End result of Good)<br><br>Antonio frowns. "Forgive me, what is this plutonium that you refer to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 07:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's very heavy, very expensive, and very, very poisonous.&nbsp; Oh, and people with little black plastic badge cases and no sense of humor tend to take an interest in you when you try to buy some on the open market."&nbsp; Junior regards Antonio for a thoughtful moment, then adds, "Think about what would have happened to you if you'd tried stealing a book or three of black magic from the Vatican library.&nbsp; It'd be kind of like that.&nbsp; Only more so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 07:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better tack on one important detail on there, lapdog.&nbsp; You can make one <em>hell</em> of a bomb out of it."&nbsp; Iris hastens to add.&nbsp; "You know what a bomb is?"&nbsp; She pokes Antonio antagonistically.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 21:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio wrinkles his nose in thought. "Bomb... is that like the sapper charges that were used to knock down castle walls?"<br><br>When Junior presents his analogy, he smiles and nods. "Yes, that I understand.Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris only offers an apathetic shrug in response to Antonio, and an "Idunknow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Duponte settled for an expressive rolling of his eyes before he took the case and set it on a handy flat surface. He made sure to get between the group and the case as he opened it, his fingers working on the combination locks. With a click, he stepped aside, the case lid still down. "Et voila." he said, gesturing towards it. "Do you wish me to open it, to assure you there are no horrible traps, or would you prefer to do it yourself, to ensure I do not replace the book inside with the sleight of hand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Imma regret this, but yeah, let's see the Precious."&nbsp; Junior eases a bit closer, eager to set eyes on the life-complicating contents.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:52:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor looks at Duponte and shrugs, "Ya, I know, I'm kinda in the same boat as you in this one.&nbsp; Books are just books to me, and the names of these scary, evil books they're talking about are a closed book to me too.&nbsp; Not like the letters are going to jump out and bite you in the face?&nbsp; And I mean, since you seem to be on the straight and narrow, it's not like there's going to be a bomb or nuclear launch codes.&nbsp; But whatever makes them less jumpy right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 03:27:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((For Lore roll about the parK: 0, 0, +, +, total of +3, or Good))<br><br>Allen kept quiet, trying to think of a possible reason the Fae would want to obtain a book.&nbsp; Granted, he didn't know much about the Fae, that was more Antonio's bag, but still, a <em>book</em>?&nbsp; What supernatural creature would want to get their hands on a book?&nbsp; Unless it was one of those really nasty ones that had some sort of ritual in it that could cause the enslavement of mankind, or something like that, but that was about it.<br><br>And the Park...what was this, a mobster movie?<br><br>When Duponte came back, Allen stood up to get a good view of the case and the book inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:26:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure if you meant to trick us, you'd already have performed your magic, Mr Duponte." Mica treated the man to one of her whimsical smiles. "And 'sides, what are the odds we know anything about books?" A swift glance found Junior before she too stepped up a little closer to view the suitcase's contents. Where the more knowledgeable might be more interested in the kind of book, Mica was studying its cover and lettering, the general state of the book could very well impact its worth, even though she doubted the nasties out there would care - as long as the spells in their books were sound-. And then, Mancini, of all people. Fancy that. Opportunity was beckoning. Her smile gained in radiance, and she slipped a bit further towards Antonio. "Are you as curious as I am, Amico?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 19:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiled. "Perhaps, Mica. I think we have found what the fae were after. Although, why someone like Mancini would be interested in it is still part of the mystery."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 00:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever sense of forboding the book should have have, dark shadows that would crawl across its human skin bound surface, what met your gaze was remarkably .. ordinary. A book slightly larger than a modern day paperback, a dull brown exterior jacket on which was inscribed <em>Le Chien de l’Onyx—Sa Fonction et Son Origine Mystérieuses.</em><br><br>The book simply sat there, making no attempts to move, speak, attack, or do anything else of interest.<br><br>"If you wish to examine it, I would request you put on a pair of gloves." said Duponte. "I do not wish any damage to come to it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 00:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh.&nbsp; Okay."<br><br>Junior backs off, shrugging.<br><br>"It ain't the Voynich Manuscript, that's for sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 02:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris claps.&nbsp; "Bloody amazing.&nbsp; Can we go find out what this mobster wants it for, now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold up," Allen says, leaning over the book, reading the title.&nbsp; "This is French, I know that much.&nbsp; And it says..."<br><br><br>((Note to Hairy: Great Scholarship means I get to know 4 Languages beyond English, and I get to pick them whenever I choose...and 1 of those 4 Extra Languages is French...assuming that that's what the book is written in.&nbsp; If it's not, it's whatever the book <em>is</em> written in.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:11:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that was anti-climatic," Taylor remarked.&nbsp; "Are you guys happy now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 13:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It says <em>The Onyx Dog: Its Mysterious Origin and Function.</em>." replies Duponte. "The language, the dialect is old, dating from the late 1700s or early 1800s. It was written by the Duc de Rouen, one of the few members of the aristocracy to survive La Revolution." He looks around, to see if anyone has any specific questions they want to ask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 17:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like this De Rouen has led quite an interesting life", Mica observed. The suitcase's contents had proven a severe disappointment, and the book seemed old and innocent enough. Even junior seemed disinterested and that said something... "Onyx? That's a mineral, isn't it?" Eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to remember what Melissa had told her about minerals and gems. The girl had been firm believer in good or bad influences connected to stones and onyx had been one of the gems she'd refused to wear. "There was something bad about onyx. Misery?" Mica was warming up, her mind worked overtime as the initial feelings of paranoia came rushing back. "And it's black. A black dog. That's no good either, is it? A symbol of death? Sort of? Junior, that's more your field?" <br><br>"I mean symbols!" She added hastily, before continuing. <br><br>"This entire thing smells fishy. Why would someone who escapes the guillotine write about a black dog anyway? You'd think he'd have more interesting stories to tell? Unless this onyx dog was even more important than not having your head cut off." A shrug of slender shoulders indicated Mica dismissed her misgivings. "Or perhaps Mr Mancini liked the Maltese Falcon too, and I'm just paranoid."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 18:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks less than impressed by the new information.&nbsp; "The Onyx Dog...well, that is just maddeningly unhelpful.&nbsp; What does it <em>do?</em>"&nbsp; She says impatiently.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't know who this Duc chap is, but if he survived la revolucion, he must be pretty tough.&nbsp; Think maybe he was a sorcerer or something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 15:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe the Duc was well liked by his people, which is probably what spared him the fate of so many others of his class." replied Duponte. "The book itself is a collection of stories and folk tales. The onyx dog was one of them, and I suppose he felt it the most interesting, so devoted the most of his efforts to it." <br><br>"The onyx dog is, apparently, a small statue which could, if the stories are to be believed, transform into a living dog. Quite a large one, of the sort a noble would have in pride of place amongst his hunting hounds. Of course, in those days, much more dangerous sport was hunted, and if any dangerous creatures came into a nobles lands, he would be expected to ride out and deal with them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 19:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods. "Usually, yes. I remember my father being called upon to help hunt down some.. rather unpleasant things. We used to have a stable of dogs as well. About... this tall, at the shoulder. Having one that you could pull out of your pocket, so to speak, would be very useful.<br><br>"That is, if you could insure it's loyalty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 03:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen folded his arms.&nbsp; Well, at least Duponte wasn't lying about the title.&nbsp; He looked over to Antonio, one of his more familiar comrades.&nbsp; "Even so, what's the big fuss over it?&nbsp; Even if it is true, it's just a statue that can turn into a dog.&nbsp; It's not like it's a book that has a ritual that allows you to transform into a god, or something..."<br><br>(Dead Beat reference FTW!)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 03:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Bit of a forced reference :P )<br><br>Iris puts her hands on her hips, looking more and more annoyed.&nbsp; "I don't think the city would be infested by goblins because of a book about a dog-statue thing.&nbsp; Either there's something more at stake with this book or it's not what the fey are after...which means we're back to square one."<br><br>She turns to Allen.&nbsp; "Oi, if it was, we'd have way more than goblins and gangsters chasing after it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 09:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or, or, it could just be that people think it's super important and get all overly excited about, thus convincing other people that maybe it's worth something, and then you end up with an innocent courier kidnapped and locked in a cage located in a sewer," Taylor commented.&nbsp; "I'm just saying, people make a big to-do over nothing sometimes.&nbsp; Like Scientology.&nbsp; It only ever takes one person to be interested in something and when it's a mob boss being that one person, people are going to take notice.&nbsp; He might just like reading."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 05:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica earns herself a glare, but Junior stifles it quickly and turns thoughtful instead.<br><br>"Me?&nbsp; Symbols?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; For now, let's just get the delivery done so Monsieur can go about his business, and worry about the Fey later.&nbsp; Whatever they're up to, it won't make a lot of sense in any case."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 12:17:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica meets the glare with an impish smile and a quick raising of her hands, palms towards Junior. "This time we agree." She grins. "Lets go make Mancini happy. I just love seeing a powerful man smile."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 23:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smile, cry, I'll just be happy to see this over with."&nbsp; Iris motions her hands in circles, as if saying 'Let's go.'&nbsp; <br><br>"But I think you all ought to know...the park here can be a little dangerous.&nbsp; Not because of the vagrants or stray dogs, but last time I checked, there was a portal to the nether-nether or whatever you harry potter types call it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 23:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"According to the story in the book," said Duponte, his tone taking on a lecturing quality familiar to anyone who had ever had to endure such, "The dog was not simply a dog. It belonged to the Master of the Wild Hunt himself, one of his hounds, and once on a trail, it could never lose it." He gave another of those small, Gallic shrugs. <br><br>"If you believe such things may be true, it might explain something. Perhaps the book has secrets hidden in normal text. I do not know. I simply wish this matter to be over and done with, so I may obtain what I am due, and return home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks a little impressed.&nbsp; "Master of the wild hunt?&nbsp; That sounds a little more significant than just...some rock dog."&nbsp; She licks her lips.&nbsp; "Never lose a trail, eh?&nbsp; Wonder if Mancini is trying to find something or someone."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:48:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wild hunt."<br><br>Junior now looks like he's getting a major headache, if he didn't already have one.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; Big black stone dog.&nbsp; Okay, no worries.&nbsp; We can do this.&nbsp; Hand off the book, get M'sieur here paid, and let him get out of Dodge.&nbsp; That's the ticket.&nbsp; Start simple..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 20:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio looks as if he's sharing Junior's headache. "Master of the Wild Hunt. Wonderful." He turns to Mica. "Well, I think I found out why the Wild Fae were out in force.<br><br>"At any rate, let's get this book handed to it's owner. If what Iris says is true, and there is a portal to the Nevernever here, we have to be careful. We've seen evidence that the fae want this book in their hands, Summer, Winter, and Wild."<br><br>One last turn to Duponte, "If you don't mind, <em>signore</em>, I would like to make a quick stop by my apartment to get some more... as you say, firepower."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:22:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor turns to Junior, "Okay, so judging by your reaction, I'm guessing this Wild Hunt is a bad thing then?&nbsp; And the fact that the book is somehow tied to this means it's bad news too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's one way to put it.&nbsp; Ever hear of the Banditos?&nbsp; Biker gang.&nbsp; Bad bunch of misguided children with worse attitudes.&nbsp; The Wild Hunt is sort of a mystic version.&nbsp; Kind of.&nbsp; Or so I understand."<br><br>He gestures to the book.<br><br>"And that is weapons grade plutonium in written form.&nbsp; So yeah, it's all bad news.&nbsp; But a deal is a deal, and there's always a chance that the guy who bought the book is just curious and not out to rule the world."&nbsp; He snorts softly.&nbsp; "It could happen, right?&nbsp; Ahhh...well, fuck.&nbsp; He's a whoopie warlock, most likely, and those poseurs are a pain in the tail however you spin it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:31:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris turns to Antonio.&nbsp; "Ain't there any way you can...I don't know, booby trap the portal?&nbsp; So that if anyone tries to rush through it and ambush us they instead eat a facefull of fire?&nbsp; Or at least trip on an invisible tripwire?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor's eyes widen for a moment and he almost drops the plasma TV in his sudden alarm, "Hey, do you think this relates to that prophecy we got from the waitress at the bar?&nbsp; What the hell was it again: something about wrongs corrected or something?&nbsp; Fuck, what was it?&nbsp; Man, we should have totally wrote it down on a bar napkin or something."<br><br>Realizing that he's saying all of this out loud, Taylor looks at the others and shrugs, "It happened before coming here.&nbsp; It was a very big deal, lots of feelings of dread and importance.&nbsp; That's why we're kind of here: we figured since we had no clue what the prophecy was talking about, we'd just wander around and happen onto things and things would just kind of work out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "You're worried about some vague thing a wench told you at a bar?&nbsp; No wonder your hoisting TV's for a living."&nbsp; she puts a hand on her hip.&nbsp; "You can worry about that bollocks, or you can worry about the bollocks we know about.&nbsp; Goblins and portals and mafiosos."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:52:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This gets Taylor one of Junior's glares.<br><br>"Right, just tell everybody about that, why don't you?&nbsp; And it was, quote, the mistakes of the past haunt the present.&nbsp; What was lost can be found, and one wrong righted.&nbsp; Chance brings choice, where the old world meets the new.&nbsp; Unquote.&nbsp; Typical of the Delphic types.&nbsp; Mystical, puzzling, utterly unhelpful, and no refunds, returns, or exchanges."<br><br>Junior switches his glare to Iris.<br><br>"Yeah, you just think of it as random stuff we got from a waitress...not a wench, a waitress.&nbsp; They work for a living.&nbsp; But don't ask us where, 'cause I'd sort of like to be able to get a drink there again without having my work follow me there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, sounds like typical prophesy. The kind that we won't know is fulfilled until after it's happened. But, it does ring true enough.<br><br>"And I think your description is fairly accurate, Junior. The Wild Hunt is the primal hunt, THE original harrowing. I've seen other modern day works where they make reference to this eternal hunt. The Huntsmaster rides though the night with his hounds. Pray that they do not find you; for if they do, you only have two choices - join in the hunt, or be torn to shreds by the hounds.<br><br>"The Fae are not like mortals. Their though process is far too different from ours. I think that is why the people who originally found the <em>Al-Azif</em> went mad.<br><br>"As for Iris' idea of a 'tripwire,' that's tricky. Portals aren't like literal doorways. They're more like weak spots between the worlds. And the Nevernever is the 'home turf' of the Fae, they know that area better than any mortal ever could. I might be able to, but I'd have to know where the portal is.<br><br>"And in light of that prophesy, I must insist that I get the rest of my gear. I have a feeling that this night will only get worse before it gets better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 19:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris nods to Antonio.&nbsp; "Guess we'll just have to be ready for anything.&nbsp; I should invest in a machine gun."&nbsp; she chuckles.<br><br>(Iris will follow Duponte to the meeting place, or wait for Antonio to go fetch his things...basically, she's ready for the exchange.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 00:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The group split up for a little while, each with concerns of their own to attend to. Before too long though, they are reassembling in the park ...<br><br>The weather has not improved any, with ominous thunderclouds overhead, threatening rain, wind and storm. Of course, with the wild hunt involved, the weather itself may be even more ominous. They are supposed to ride the storm, after all ....<br><br>For now, the park is dark, with patches of fog drifting thicker and thinner, casting everything in an eerie sheen. Anyone with any degree of sense has somewhere better to be, which of course means there are a handfull hanging around the park, looking for one kind of trouble or other.<br><br>You have perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before the exchange is supposed to take place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 06:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor stands huddled beneath a tree, feeling thoroughly miserable about the weather.&nbsp; He's dressed to expect heavy rain, with a gray rain coat and the stereotypical rain hat and boots.&nbsp; Probably because of the ridiculous nature of the garb, Taylor is glaring at anyone hanging around who seems to find his manner of dress funny.&nbsp; After being caught in the rain last night, Taylor has little desire to get soaked again.<br><br>"I can not be the only person who got here early," Taylor grumbles as he taps his foot.&nbsp; "Stupid weather for not letting me work.&nbsp; Stupid prophecy from random waitress.&nbsp; Stupid faerie book that's going to bring down the stupid Wild Hunt on everyone's head.&nbsp; Give me someone to punch, I can handle that alright."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 07:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio arrives as well, sporting a thick oilskin cloak over his usual "Ren Fair Reject" clothing, and covering an addition to his costume - An exquisite silver rapier, with a wrapped wire hilt, sitting silent vigil on his left hip. He nods to Taylor, and glances around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 07:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris arrives a good bit early, and is staking out the area, trying to figure out exactly where a portal to the nevernever would open, using her limited knowledge of magic.&nbsp; She's mostly trying to figure out where an ambush might come from if Mancini decides not to pay.&nbsp; Or if someone decides Mancini shouldn't have the book.<br><br>She's thrown on a leather jacket and pants, her guns safely tucked underneath.&nbsp; If she spots junior, she gives him a look that tells him to stay where he is, and continues her surveillance.&nbsp; <br><br>If she spots Antonio, she'll roll her eyes.&nbsp; "Oh, why don't you just wear a sign that says 'look over here!&nbsp; at me!&nbsp; The guy with the fucking sword!'"..."&nbsp; she says, indicating his rapier.&nbsp; "Can't you at least make it invisible or something?!&nbsp; Ugh."<br><br>She doesn't give him time to respond.&nbsp; "Can you find where this portal is?&nbsp; I don't think someone chose this location for its scenic view.&nbsp; I think they have a trick up their sleeve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:58:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quit griping," Junior answers Taylor from the other side of the same tree.&nbsp; "It isn't as though you won't get to beat the crap out of someone...oh, look.&nbsp; Here we go.&nbsp; Inigo Montoya and the crazy tomboy.&nbsp; Just what we need.&nbsp; Might as well let them walk point."<br><br>Then he clams up and does his best not to be seen, because that's the best way to keep out of the impending storms...both verbal and meteorological.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 17:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica arrives fashionably late, comfortably dressed in a sporty raincoat that showed all colors of the rainbow and a couple more. She wears waterproof hiking shoes that keep her feet warm and dry, and a pair of hikers pants in olive green that clashes heroically with her coat. Her hands are tucked in her pockets and wet strands of her hair cling to her forehead as she looks around familiar or unfamiliar, unpleasant faces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 02:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio raises an eyebrow. "Invisible? Well, I'm not an expert on that sort of magic, but..."<br><br>A minor gesture, a muttered word, and Antonio vanishes from sight.<br><br>"Is this better?"<br><br>((Mechanics: Good level Veil. Roll was 0, 0, -1, -1, for a Discipline roll of Fair. Soaking one level as physical (FATIGUED) to have a Good quality veil.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few moments after Antonio vanishes, the courier appears, preceded by some colorfull French which you don't doubt is commentary on this whole situation. Anyone who does speak French would be quite impressed at the length of time he can go with out actually repeating himself. <br><br>"Is everyone here that is coming?" he enquired, looking around. "I wish to see things resolved, so I can leave and be about my business without strange men sticking me into cages. I believe the arranged spot is some 5 minutes that way." He gestures off ahead of him, slightly to the left. You think he is indicating one of the park gates .. the bearing and distance sound about right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, complaining falls right under my freedom of speech, and right now I'm using that right for all it's worth," Taylor shoots back at Junior.<br><br>Seeing Mr. Duponte arrive, Taylor heads over and nods to the man, "Well, it looks like most of us are here.&nbsp; Anyone else dropping in can be a special surprise.&nbsp; Probably not a happen one."<br><br>Heading over close to the park gate, Taylor plants himself underneath another tree, close enough so he can hear what's going on, but not so much he'll be breathing on top of the people they are meeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:30:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft sigh escapes the apparently empty air where Antonio disappeared. "I'll keep my eyes open. You just be careful waving around that hand cannon you're carrying. I don't want to have to defend myself from you as well."<br><br>He slips by Mr. Duponte and whispers, "Do not be alarmed, Monsieur. I shall be right here, and I have a few... tricks. Just in case things don't go as smoothly as we would like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 08:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris will reach into her jacket, flicking the safety of her autoloader off.&nbsp; She leaves her guns holstered, though, and her hands in her pockets, accompanying DuPonte.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anthony...any idea where that portal would open?"&nbsp; she asks the open air where she assumes he is.&nbsp; (probably not his actual location.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 19:23:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio's voice emerges from behind Iris and to her right. "I said I'd keep an eye open."<br><br>And from the other side, "And it's Antonio. Not Anthony, or Tony. Tony's the name of a common thug; I'm nobility."<br><br>If anyone could see him, they'd see that Antonio's smirking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris tries not to look disgruntled by his invisible movements.&nbsp; "Nobility?&nbsp; Well I didn't vote for you." she mutters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica can't help but grin. She shoves her hands into the deep pockets of her rain coat and withholds comment, for once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 04:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; If she went around claiming to be Empress because some moistened bimbo had lobbed a scimitar at her, we'd put her away..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 06:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dupontes lips twitch as a voice comes from empty air, but whatever he is thinking of saying remains unsaid, his head jerking in a stiff nod. The group begins to move in the direction he indicated, coming to a half perhaps halfway there as a bush disgorges a shabbily dressed figure.<br><br>His clothing seems to have been pieced together from a dozen different sources, his longish hair and beard are matted, gray and scraggly. Bloodshot grey eyes stare at you, his gaze flicking rapidly from one person to the next.<br><br>"Tol' em, I did." he mutters. "Yep, tol' 'em one and all, then AND now .. no, then and then again, it was. Was. Was too. Tol' 'em I did, but do they listen? Bugger 'em, bugger 'em all, sideways, WITH A MELON?"<br><br>His gaze fixes on Iris, a grimy finger protruding from an almost new Hello Kitty mitten to point at her. "I tol' 'em. Didn't I tell 'em? They're watching, but they don't listen, no they never listen. Bloody ducks. You smart enough to listen?"<br><br>Before she has a chance to reply, the finger is waving under Dupontes nose, the man taking a half step back to avoid being touched. "Not you! Not you! No, no, you don't get to listen, duck. Go on, off with you. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 07:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the man comes out of the bushes, Iris quickly reaches into her jacket and draws a gun, pointing it at him tensely.&nbsp; His rambling makes her bloodshot eyes waver.&nbsp; "What the...bloomin' hell is your problem?!" she barks, not really expecting an answer.<br><br>She eyes him carefully for a moment, lowering the gun a bit.&nbsp; "Er...have I seen you before somewhere?&nbsp; Dr. Livingston?"&nbsp; she tilts her head, "Er, nah...Darwin?"&nbsp; she says, throwing the name out there.&nbsp; She looks wary of the man still, who obviously has a few screws loose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mans tirade stops at the mention of 'Darwin', and he turns to face Iris, narrowing his eyes and squinting at her. A few seconds pass in silence before he starts to speak again.<br><br>"Not safe. Not here. Not well, no, no, no. Bad. Grrrrrrrrrr. Storm's coming. Coming. Coming soon. Feel it. Wind. Rain. Ducks."<br><br>He stops, sniffs the air like a dog then scampers back into the bushes, a fading "Ducksducksducks." to mark his passage away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior stiffens at the madman's words.<br><br>"Great.&nbsp; Not again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 09:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris taps her boot on the ground for a second.&nbsp; Then she throws her hands up in the air.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, wasn't that just maddeningly unhelpful?!" she spits, and shakes her head.&nbsp; "Come on...lets get moving.&nbsp; Before the ducks arrive." she says.&nbsp; "Whatever thats supposed to mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a slight rustling near Junior. "Again?" Antonio's voice whispers quietly. "Any information you may have about this could be useful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've been having one of those days," Junior grumbles.&nbsp; "Never, ever ignore the mumblings of madmen, for that's the universe's favorite way to deliver a telegram sent postage due."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica casts an amused glance at Junior. "Do they always arrive in code?" Her gaze finds Duponte and her smile deepens. "Do you have any idea why'd he call you a duck, m'sieur?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:25:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that was Darwin...A chap I knew a long time ago.&nbsp; Bit of a hunter, like me, but not quite as good."&nbsp; Iris says in a completely objective tone.&nbsp; "He didn't look like <em>that</em> last time I saw 'im, though.&nbsp; But our crowd tends to stare into the abyss, you know what I mean.&nbsp; Maybe he stared too long."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile fades from the pretty features, the sparkle of mirth gone from the dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Iris." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 01:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris gives Mica back a stone cold face.&nbsp; "Do I look like I give a damn?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 01:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love this job," Junior mutters, not quite quietly enough.&nbsp; "Fresh air, plenty of exercise, pleasant and congenial coworkers..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 06:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not a duck." replies the courier, frowning in the direction the man disappeared in. "I have heard <em>frog</em> offered in insult before, or <em>cheese eating surrender monkey</em>, but duck?" He shook his head and shrugged. <br><br>"Perhaps he meant to call me duke. We do have some nobility here, do we not?" he added, looking around. "Or perhaps he is simply out of his mind. I am sure if one were brave enough to search those pockets they would find all kinds of chemicals."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 06:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't forget grape-stomper, snail-snapper,&nbsp; rifle-dropper, whitey-waver, soap-dodger..."&nbsp; Iris goes on to list some more French racial slurs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 07:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Forgive my colleague.&nbsp; She's an Anglophile," Junior mutters.&nbsp; "And she has less class than most Americans to boot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris' comments were marked by a narrowing of eyes, and an ever so slight flaring of nostrils. His eyes flicked to Junior when he spoke. After a few moments the courier settled for a curt nod and a comment of "Indeed."<br><br>"Unless anyone else has something of actual worth to contribute, perhaps we may proceed." His eyes flicked back to Iris again before he returned his gaze to the rest of the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 16:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris shakes her head.&nbsp; "Nah, thats all I can think of for now.&nbsp; Come on, lets do this."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 18:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cool with me.&nbsp; Let's get M'sieur on his way."<br><br>Junior manages a tight smile.<br><br>"And then we can get you some social skills," he adds to Iris.&nbsp; "Dad knows, you need 'em."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 18:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slight sigh, and Iris receives a light cuff on the back of her head. "Behave yourself, Iris. We're supposed to be helping, not angering everyone we come across."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 10:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor takes the madman's word in stride.&nbsp; Like Junior, he also feels it's going to be one of those days.&nbsp; Iris's utter lack of social skills make him wince though, and once again he questions just why he's attracted to her.&nbsp; <em>Because you think scrappy girls are hot and are a sucker for a girl who knows how to swear.&nbsp; You also have terrible taste but what are you going to do about it?</em><br><br>Sighing as well, Taylor bristles a little when Antonio cuffs Iris, "Don't know where you learned discipline man, but that shit doesn't exactly fly here.&nbsp; Just a heads up in case there's a next time."<br><br>"But yea, let's get this show on the road."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 11:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another few minutes walk brought the group to a shaded clearing. Lounging against one of the trees is a heavily built looking individual, who seems to be engaged in a scowling competition with the surrounding treeline. <br><br>A few feet behind him is someone of roughly the same size and build, also looking around, but not as angry. Between the two of them is a rather ordinary looking man, perhaps in his mid to late 30s. His expression is that of the proverbial kid on Xmas morning, just before he gets to unwrap his presents.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 18:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris glowers at everyone.&nbsp; "I'll get social skills when they become an asset to my job.&nbsp; Now drop it and lets do the job like professionals already."&nbsp; She briskly walks on.<br><br>As they come upon the men in waiting, Iris stops.&nbsp; "Let me guess..." she whispers to the group.&nbsp; She points to the three large men, "Goons, and..." points to the ordinary man they seem to be guarding.&nbsp; "that should be Mr. Mancini."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 19:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior scowls at the back of Iris's head, but says nothing...until the hulking object of their meeting comes into view.&nbsp; He hangs back and drifts to one side, not to keep an eye on the heavyset man, but to keep a better eye on their surroundings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 20:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio just lets Taylor's comment slide off of him. Iris was in need of a gentle reminder to play nice. It wasn't like he tried something that he would have, back in Italy. He knows better.<br><br>When they reach the trio, Antonio slides off to one side, opposite from where Junior went. He's leaving the watching of the goons to Iris and Taylor, while he's watching for more... exotic foes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 13:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spotting the group approaching, the scowling man's hand twitches towards the interior of his jacket before a sharp "Tony!" from the smaller man stops him. Tony growls at the instructions but complies, settling for giving everyone a look that says he wants start smacking everyone around.<br><br>"Please forgive my associate, he is somewhat overprotective." says (presumably) Mancini. He looks around the group, his lips quirking in amusement. "I believe you have something for me?"<br><br>The courier steps forward with the case, offering it out. <br><br>"Open it, if you would be so good." says Mancini, his two bodyguards tensing.<br><br>Duponte turns the case side on before opening it, and lifting the book out.<br><br>Mancini waves the other of his men forwards. The man retrieves the book, returning it to Mancini, who opens it and begins to flick through it eagerly. <br><br>"I believe you have something ..." Duponte begins, stopping as Mancini interupts with a "Yeah, yeah, yeah, pay the man Jack." The second man, Jack, reaches into his pocket, withdrawing an envelope.<br><br>"As agreed,twenty thousands dollars. Pleasure doing business wit ya."<br><br>Duponte makes no move to reach for the envelope, smiling at the men. "Non. The statue. You will return it to me. Now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 19:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior's expression goes sour: one part 'not this again' to two parts 'what else did I expect?' to five parts 'business as usual'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 19:51:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica's smile fades. She shoots a dark look at Duponte and then glances at Iris, who is the resident violence expert. Just to be sure she is retreating a step or two as if to emphasize she isn't with Duponte.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles briefly when he hears the thug's name. After all, didn't he just say that Tony was a thug's name? However, this smile fades when Duponte makes his other demand.<br><br>Beneath his veil, he draws an ornate, long bladed dagger with his left hand, and holds his walking stick as a sword with his right. Something's prickling in the back of his awareness, and he's not liking this one bit.<br><br>He decides to risk it. Closing his eyes, he draws in a breath. And he opens his Third Eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris glares at Duponte.&nbsp; "Ahem...forgot to mention something, did you?"&nbsp; She tenses, ready for the worst to happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 11:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What are you, stupid?" snarls Tony. "Take your money and get the hell out of here before I does something you really wouldn't like."<br><br>Duponte remains unconcerned, not even looking at the thug, and continues to speak to Mancini. "This can still be resolved without the need for bloodshed. Others know of it now, and they come. They will take it from you, and if you are lucky they will only kill you."<br><br>At this both Mancini's guards react. Tony snarls again, and both men reach into their jackets.<br><br>((OOC - this would be initiative time folks))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 21:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unseen, Antonio raises an eyebrow to Duponte, then smiles and nods. He turns off his Sight as the guards both reach into their jackets. With a sigh, he mutters "Hepeyodhe," and draws his silver sword.<br><br>And he drops his veil. Right in front of Mancini.<br><br><em>"Tenere, signore,</em> that might not be the wisest of actions." He raises the tip of the rapier to Mancini's throat. "There are forces that you are totally ignorant of. If you did not see me coming, you will not see these others that Mr. Duponte speaks of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Duponte gestures, and speaks a few quick words. As the two bodyguards draw their large pistols and aim them towards Duponte, matching expressions of horror appear on both mens faces. The guns are dropped and the two turn and run, shrieking like nothing you have ever heard before.<br><br>((Anyone who rolls a +2 or better on Lore will feel the presence of magic being worked))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 06:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh fuck me."<br><br>Since everything seems to be going over his head, Taylor reacts the same way he usually does to situations like this: try and hit someone.&nbsp; Rushing towards Mancini, he is about to hit the man in the face when Antonio suddenly appears, rapier in hand at at Mancini's throat, and the two guards start running away.&nbsp; Taylor stops on a dime, fist drawn back as he looks at everyone in confusion.<br><br>"What the fuck?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Allen makes a Stealth roll with the Ambush Trapping.&nbsp; Anyone who does not make an Alertness roll exceeding his Stealth roll can only defend at a level of Mediocre.&nbsp; Anyone who does succeed may defend as normal.))<br><br>((Initial Skill Level: +0.&nbsp; Dice roll:&nbsp; 2, 3, 5, 5.&nbsp; Effective level: +2)<br><br>Allen had been on a stake-out near the park, following the mobsters that had been coming from the opposite direction to meet his supernatural companions.&nbsp; This...worked in his favor, since he came up behind them.&nbsp; Seeing the threat of imminent violence, Allen took his Templar Sword out of storage and snuck up closer.&nbsp; The two goons that had been flanking the mafia man - Tony - fled screaming in terror.&nbsp; From something, anyway.<br><br>Gripping his sword, he made his way closer to Tony.&nbsp; If any of his friends saw him, they would see a finger pressed to his lips, telling them to keep quiet.&nbsp; He wanted to have the drop on Tony if it came down to swinging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 18:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mancini appears still frozen, and does not make any response to Allens movements. His two bodyguards have vanished between the trees and disappeared out of sight. Overhead the sky seems to darken, with a rumble of far off thunder.<br><br>((Junior is up))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yeah.&nbsp; Here we go, right on schedule."<br><br>Junior steps further to one side, trying to keep an eye on both Mancini and Duponte without blocking anyone else's line of fire.<br><br>"Don't suppose you two'd like to just keep talking for a few minutes?&nbsp; Like, before this goes totally kaboom?&nbsp; I kind of like this park without a big crater in it."<br><br>He reaches for his knife, keeping his movements slow and subtle.&nbsp; His other hand closes over his pendant.&nbsp; This is probably a case for a quick shield spell or three, but if there's a chance they'll keep talking first...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris will whip out her revolver and point it between Mancini and Duponte.<br><br>"Somebody wanna explain whats going on?&nbsp; What the hell is this about a statue?&nbsp; And what the hell about that book is worth twenty grand!?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:09:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio sighs to himself, angling his parry shield to protect himself from Iris and her hand cannon. "Relax, Iris." He turns back towards Mancini.<br><br>"I do believe, <em>signore</em>, that you are out of your depth. Now, we can be reasonable about this, and you return this statue. Or, things can get very nasty, very quickly."<br><br>He reaches down and gently takes the book. "Now, if you do not have the statue with you, I can hold onto this book that you desire so greatly, until you do provide it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mancini blinks and shakes his head, like someone awakening from a dream. Seeing the weapons around him he freezes in place, nostrils flaring. "Statue? What? What are you talking about? I ain't got no statue, and you are all making a big mistake."<br><br>Curiously, his hand reaches slowly inside his jacket, and produces a black, carved stone figurine of a dog, which he extends out towards Duponte. It takes a moment for Mancini to notice this, but when he does, his eyes go wide. "What the fuck? That ... what the fuck is this?" he snarls. "You're dead, you hear me? You're dead!"<br><br>((Aaaaaand Mica is up to finish out this round.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 10:06:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica had watched the entire exchange wide-eyed and with a growing suspicion of being set-up. Her curiosity-meter slipped from red into 'danger' when Mancini dipped his hand in his pocket. Seeing the statue simply was too much for the thieving lady and before she had properly weighed pro's and cons, Mica snatched the statue from Mancini's outstretched hand and made a run for it, trying to get some trees, lanterns, friends... uhm, anything between herself and Duponte
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Duponte stared after Mica for a long moment, then gave a full bellied laugh. "Yes." he said, smiling, "This is how it should be." With a burst of speed he took off after her.<br><br>((Athletics check please. Sucky dice mean you only need Fair to keep ahead of him.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Switching to past tense from now on.))<br><br>Things were well above Taylor's head at that point, and he looked towards Junior for advice.<br>"Dude, what am I supposed to do?&nbsp; Shit's getting weird man and I don't know what the hell is going-"<br>Seeing Mica run-off with the statue tore it for him.&nbsp; She seemed relatively smart and in the know, certainly more intelligent than him anyways, and if she felt it was a good idea to make off with it, then it had to be dangerous and kept out of Duponte's hands.<br><br>"Going to follow after her!"<br>Taylor raced after the two, attempting to catch up to Mica and hopefully help somehow.<br><br>((Athletics roll: Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=22882).&nbsp; With a Great in Athletics, that comes to Superb.&nbsp; Thanks to Inhuman Speed, that's a +2 for Sprinting, +1 otherwise, so I think the total is Epic.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 16:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Mica seems to be keeping ahead of Duponte (for now), Taylor is able to catch up to her easily. Dupontes mocking laughter comes from behind the pair of you. He seems amused by the way things are turning out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Edited to place in my proper turn order. Apologies.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 17:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything was alright.&nbsp; Everything was fine.&nbsp; And then the girl grabbed the statue and took off with it.&nbsp; "Goddamn it..."&nbsp; He chased after her.&nbsp; "What's the bright idea, stealing a statue that the spookies are looking for?"&nbsp; The 'spookies' being Allen's catchall term for anything bad supernatural.&nbsp; "Kleptos."&nbsp; He knew that he wasn't the fastest, but it was his job as an officer of the court.<br><br>&nbsp;((Roll for chase.&nbsp; Base Athletics +2 - Fair.&nbsp; Roll is: 3, 4, 4, 6.&nbsp; Effort result is +1 - Average, total result is +3 - Good.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 20:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior watches all this with growing disbelief and dismay showing openly on his face.&nbsp; He glances at Mancini.<br><br>"Before you ask, no, that wasn't part of the plan.&nbsp; No, I don't think she chose wisely.&nbsp; And no, I'm not going to go after her just yet.&nbsp; I'm going to stay here with you, sir, and we are going to discuss this.&nbsp; You paid for the book, and we were here to deliver it...and by the gods, that deal must be completed for <em>ma'at</em> to remain in balance."<br><br>He takes a breath, slipping one hand into his jacket pocket and getting a good grip on his knife.<br><br>"Give the nice man his book, Tony."<br><br>He glances at the running figures and utters a few choice words in what is probably Ancient Egyptian, then translates for the others.<br><br>"What a mess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 22:06:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks frustrated, her eyes twitching as she struggles not to let her itchy trigger finger get the best of her.<br><br>"Fuck it...watch the dego's ass, I'm going after DuPonte," Iris snarls at Junior, before bolting after Duponte and attempting to tackle him.<br><br>(Rolled a +3 on the athletics roll, for a total of +7.&nbsp; If there's another roll I need to make for the tackle, just say so.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 00:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Santa Maria..."</em> Antonio watches as Mica bolts with the statue. When Duponte takes off after her, laughing, his Italian gets a bit more... colorful.<br><br>He glares Junior. "Antonio, if you please."<br><br>Turning back to Mancini, he hands the book back. "I do believe that now, <em>signore</em>, the conditions are filled. Take your book and leave. If you are wise, you will not pursue this any farther." He sheathes his sword and gives Mancini a hard stare. "Something tells me, however, that you are not a wise man."<br><br>Leaves stir around Antonio, swirling into a vortex around him. At a foot off the ground, the leaves burst into flames, which also swirls around the Magus. The flames spiral tighter around him, before bursting outwards in an explosion of harmless embers, the minor flames dying as they hit the ground... and Antonio is gone.<br><br>Antonio's voice drifts along the wind, "And I'll be watching..."<br><br>Inside the Veil that he just cast, Antonio quietly sighed. He felt the theatrics were necessary to dissuade Mancini from getting in too deep. He then turns his attention towards the fleeing Mica. With a shrug of resignation, he slowly makes his way back towards the rest of the group.<br><br>((Air and Fire to craft the display, and Air for the Veil. Roll of Result: 2, 4, 6, 4 (-1, 0, +1, 0, total result of +0) making a Great veil.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 22:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mancini's eyes grow progressively wider as event seem to spiral out of everyones control. His hand seems to close over the book instinctively as he snarls. "Yeah? Well you just keep on watching. You watch real good, you're gonna need eyes in the back of your head from now on. All of ya's!".<br><br>His voice winds down as he realises that no one seems to be paying him the slightest attention, except for Junior. He takes careful note of the hand inside jacket and begins to back away slowly, hands dropping to his sides, perhaps whatever adrenalin that has been fueling his rage flowing from his system. "Goddamn useless son's-a-bitches. If'n they ain't dead I'm gonna kill them myself." he mutters. "Easy my ass."<br><br>((And Mica is up to finish out the round))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 22:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Ok, going to skip over Mica for now, and attempt to slot her action in when she's back))<br><br>With most of the group off and running, those behind Duponte saw two things. The first was that he was increasing in speed and narrowing the gap between himself and Mica. The second was that, in a blur, he disappeared from sight.<br><br>((Investigation rolls will be required if you wish to try and spot Duponte.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 20:43:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor became a bit wild eye with Duponte's disappearance, but he concentrated on chasing after Mica and giving her cover.<br><br>"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"<br><br>((Not going to roll Investigation because he's not meant to notice these things.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen gritted his teeth when he saw Duponte disappear.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; Dammit, why did no one ever be completely honest about their own capabilities?&nbsp; They needed a swearing-in oath for the supernatural, sometimes.&nbsp; He ran faster, bellowing at Mica that old phrase:<br><br>"Stop, in the name of the law!"<br><br>(Initimidation Roll.&nbsp; Base Initimidation - Average +1.&nbsp; Roll: 3, 4, 5, 6 - +2.&nbsp; Total Result - Good +3.)<br><br>((OOC: Probably not going to do anything, but then again, my Investigation probably isn't good enough to spot Duponte without a +2 minimum on the roll.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior almost rolls his eyes.<br><br>"<em>Relax</em>, Mister Mancini.&nbsp; You're not the reason I'm holding my little friend.&nbsp; Now, if you have no objections, I'd like to at least make sure you get out of the park safely."<br><br>He glances after the sudden chase.<br><br>"This just keeps getting better and better...after you, sir.&nbsp; If you please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 23:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fuckin'....fuck..." Iris grits her teeth as Duponte disappears.&nbsp; She slows down a bit, though keeps moving in the direction he last went, her eyes watching for any signs of movement.&nbsp; "Fuckin' wizards...fuckin' magic..."<br><br>Her eyes scan the ground, looking for footprints appearing in the grass, or dirt.<br><br>(Attempting to track Duponte.&nbsp; Total of +5 on the survival check.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 20:18:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing that he'd have no chance to track Duponte, Antonio starts running after Mica.<br><br>(Athletics roll total of +1)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 00:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While most would not be able to, Iris' keen eyes pick up the faintest of traces in the ground, from where Duponte .. whoever, or whatever he really is .. moved off from. Ahead of her, closing on the running figures, she sees a slight shimmer in the air, like a heat haze rising from hot ground.<br><br>Except heat hazes don't move at a run.<br><br>- - - - - <br><br>Mancini glares at Junior. "Get the fuck away from me, freak. I don't need you, I don't need them, I don't need nothing." He backs away, anger on his face, and the glints of fear in his eyes. "Fucking fucked up ..." his voice trails off, as he shakes his head, backing away into the nearest treeline, where he turns and sprints off into cover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica raced through the park at full speed, her wet rain coat billowing as her speed dislodged the clingy plastic from her legs and thrust it up in erratic waves. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught a glimpse of someone catching up and swift breaths pushed through parted lips. A frantic sidelong glance reassured her and she almost smiled catching sight of Taylor. "Keep running!" Once more she clenched her fingers tightly around the statuette. She hesitated, unsure if this was a good idea... Mistakes had been made already however, and she came to a swift decision. Slowing slightly, she brought her arm back and lobbed the small dog in the air towards Taylor. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 22:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylors remarkable burst of speed, and slight dodge to catch the flung statue prove most fortuitous, as an arrow whistles through the space he had occupied only a second before, and thunks into a tree scant feet from he and Mica.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 02:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor looked in horror at the arrow, the arrow that had passed within inches of his face and was buried only a few feet away in a tree.<br>"Holy fuck!" Pausing for only a moment in mid stride, Taylor put in more speed as he attempted to escape the archer.<br><br>"Hey, tell Junior to bring everyone for buffalo wings," Taylor called back as he focused on running away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 04:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen had seen the toss-off between Taylor and Mica...as well as the arrow that had embedded itself in the tree not far from here.&nbsp; He knew that he had little chance of it happening...but Allen tried to look for the archer, using the arrow as a direction finding guide to assist.<br><br>((Skill: Investigation - Base +2.&nbsp; Roll result: 6, 6, 4, 4.&nbsp; +2.&nbsp; Total Result: +4 - Great/.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 05:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior frowns as Mancini takes off.&nbsp; Then, with the uncomfortable feeling that this is entirely the wrong thing to do, but equally sure that something horrible and arcane happening to the man would be even worse, he takes after the man...not shouting, not sprinting, but setting a dogged pace and gripping his knife just in case something might need to be dealt with according to the ancient protocols.<br><br>"The Old Man said there'd be days like this," he grumbles, wondering where in blazes the others have gone, and what's going to come of that silly little statuette.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 02:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris takes aim.&nbsp; "Maybe I can't catch you freaks...but lets see you race a bullet."<br><br>She pulls the trigger on her .44 magnum, wishing she had some kind of silencer. <br><br>(Base of +4 in guns, with a +1 on the roll, for a total of +5.&nbsp; Not sure what the gun's power is, though.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 00:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boom from Iris's gun in the relative silence of the park is enough to catch everyones notice. Iris, you're fairly sure you were aiming in the right direction, but you don't know what the result of the shot was.<br><br>Junior, following Mancini sees him whirl at the sound of the gunshot, a small pistol appearing in his own hand, and he cracks off a shot in return. You think it was probably in the direction the other shot sounded. He doesn't seem to want to wait and see the results of his return fire, and instead continues running for (presumably) a nearby exit.<br><br>((I know it's a little out of sequence, but he didn't do anything of note anyway. Antonio and Mica to finish off this round.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 23:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio's voice growls from behind Iris. "And you were worried about ME attracting attention." Luckily for Iris, he chooses not to do anything more against her. Instead, he bolts for the treeline, following after Taylor.<br><br>Calling up on his power again, he reaches out with his mind. Within moments, there are half a dozen Taylors running though the woods towards the wall. Unfortunately, they seem to fade at the bottom, due to Antonio's nature, trying to make each one as accurate as possible, and only being able to hold so much in his mind at once. Still, it should be enough to throw Duponte off the trail, at least momentarily.<br><br>((Spirit Defense, Illusion. Self-compelling my Meticulous Detail aspect for a Fate Point.<br>Power of Good (+3), Dicipline Roll Result: <br>Lanzlo rolled: 4d3, adding -8to the total<br>Comment: Dicipline Roll<br>Result: 1, 1, 3, 2,<br>Total: -1<br><br>That would make a Good (+3) Illusion.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 23:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Those close enough to see would see a single Taylor dash behind a clump of bushes, and a half dozen of them appear from it again, each running in a slightly different direction, and weaving behind cover as they vanish from sight at a remarkably high speed.<br><br>From somewhere back the direction you all started from comes the sound of a distant gunshot. Who it was aimed at, that you don't know.<br><br>So much for a nice, straightforward trade.<br><br>((Mica to finish up the round))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 23:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shit!" Mica claps a hand over her mouth, stiffling the shout of encouragement meant for Taylor and backs up hurriedly. She backpedals a couple more paces and then darts off in the opposite direction Taylor had taken. Arrows, guns; it was time to get out of here!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 08:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor booked it towards the trees, running as fast as he could and heading in a straight line for the streets.&nbsp; As the walls approached, Taylor got ready to clamber over them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 14:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a quick burst of speed and a flex of his muscles, he sailed over the walls, landing in the middle of the street beyond. Fortunately no one was around to see his olympic class athletics, the street being deserted for all of five seconds before a garbage truck appeared at the nearest intersection. For the moment at least he was in the clear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The park began to fall silent, the normal noises of the city filtering through as the group .. or rather, most of them ... regrouped. Everyone had seen Taylor take off, but only one person was close enough to hear where. <br><br>Other questions also required answers .. who, what and, perhaps more importantly right at this moment, where was the individual that called themselves Duponte? And had anyone picked up that envelope or the book?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior runs one hand through his hair as he returns to the scene of the altercation.<br><br>"Mancini made it out okay.&nbsp; Lost his cool a bit, but that's kind of to be expected.&nbsp; What'd you guys get?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica sprinted along the wall in the opposite direction Taylor had taken. If occasional glances cast over her shoulder reassured her no crazy Frenchman followed, she'd slow down and start looking for a way to climb the wall and leave the park unnoticed. The gates weren't exactly an attractive option, and doubling back with Duponte on the loose didn't rank on her to do list either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 02:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris cursed under her breath.&nbsp; "Missed 'em...shit..."<br><br>She'd have kept firing, but he was too far out, too invisible, and she'd already attracted enough attention.&nbsp; Holstering it under her jacket, she ran to meet the others. <br><br>"What'd we <em>get?</em>" she repeats Junior.&nbsp; "I don't know.&nbsp; The only two who knew what was going on ran off!&nbsp; And Mica grabbed the statue, who knows where the hell she is now!&nbsp; Where's your friend, whatever his name is...wasn't he chasing after her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 03:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't have friends.&nbsp; You may have noticed that," he replies dryly.&nbsp; "But I suspect you mean Taylor, who is a free spirit.&nbsp; He probably thought he could help...and truth be told, he's fast enough to pull it off."<br><br>Junior rolls his eyes.<br><br>"For all I know those two are making out somewhere.&nbsp; He has a thing for women of a certain nature."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 20:20:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor breathed heavily from his jump, looking around wild-eyed at his surroundings.&nbsp; He was in the clear so far, but he didn't know for how long.&nbsp; Looking at the statue in his hands, he shook his head and sighed heavily.<br>"First a prophecy," he muttered, "and now this.&nbsp; Well, hopefully that chick remembers to pass the message on to Junior."<br>Seeing no alternative, Taylor headed towards the bar he was at earlier.&nbsp; He could use a beer and some more hot wings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 21:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio shimmers back into visibility. "I'm not sure what Mica was thinking when she snatched the statue. At least we managed to keep ourselves safe.<br><br>"Knowing Dupont and seeing his true nature, we earned the right to keep the statue, at least for now. He's a Fae. A Wild Fae, and we just beat him in a hunt, at least for now. Next thing we should do is to regroup and figure out where to go from here." He glances around momentarily to see if anything was dropped.<br><br>"Iris, don't you have a quieter way to fire that thing? What do you call it? Not the gun..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 00:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After she'd checked out the perimeter Mica doubled back towards their original meeting point. Her voice was a nervous whisper as she stepped around a tree. "Is he gone?" She shivered and drew up the collar of her rain coat. "That bloke scared the hell out of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 04:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris gave a gruff laugh at Antonio.&nbsp; "A suppressor?&nbsp; On a .44?&nbsp; Might as well try to muzzle a lion.&nbsp; Still gonna hear it roar..."<br><br>"So he's a fae?&nbsp; Great...where did speedy Gonzales run off to?" she asks Junior. <br><br>As Mica pokes reappears, Iris draws her gun again in a flash, lowering it when she can make out Mica.&nbsp; She sighs, holstering it again.&nbsp; "Yeah, he's gone...along with our hope for getting this mess cleaned up tonight."<br><br>"Think we could destroy the statue?&nbsp; Will that stop this whole ruckus?" Iris asks to no one particularly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't know if we can, but did you see Mancini's face when he showed that statue? Not happy. Not at all." Mica glanced about her and stooped down when her gaze fell upon an item laying on the ground. She retrieved it, and wiped the mud off (envelope, if no one's taken it yet). "And Duponte's taken us for a ride with that 'I'm a collector from France' act." She snorted. "And I'm the Easter Bunny. Innocent book collectors rarely end up the sole survivors of whatever hit those tunnels."<br><br>"But we can talk more about it over dinner. Taylor said he'd meet us." She glanced at Junior. "Buffalo Wings?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior nods morosely.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; Buffalo wings.&nbsp; I know just the place.&nbsp; Just try not to grimace too much at the tourists."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll trust your good taste, darling." She grinned, tucking the envelope under her arm. "As long as it's somewhere warm and dry, I'm game. And if the wings are hot and spicy, I'll be in heaven."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior looks down at their entwined arms for a moment, as if trying to process the sudden and unexpected familiarity, but manages to stop himself from saying anything unfortunate.<br><br>"You're in luck, then.&nbsp; Mister Saturday's has good wings.&nbsp; I mean <em>good</em> wings.&nbsp; But you have to know what to order, 'cause most of what they have is strictly for the out-of-towners looking for a wannabe hookup with the goth muppets and pseudoposeurs."<br><br>He manages a tight grin.<br><br>"The so-called Five-alarm Cajun Fire Wings?&nbsp; Not so hot as the name sounds, but what's some snowbird from Wyoming know about Cajun?&nbsp; Go for the sweet-and-spicy.&nbsp; It's a little bit Asian, but those little red peppers...whooo-ee!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then lead on, Junior. Hopefully, I can leave this..." he motions towards his rapier "...in the vehicle."<br><br>He turns back to Iris. "If you would permit me, some day... I might be able to do something about 'muzzling that lion.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 21:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a chance," Iris says immediately.&nbsp; "I know what happens to guns...even revolvers...when your kind fiddles with 'em.&nbsp; No thank you.&nbsp; Now, I hate to interrupt this important conversation about buffalo wings, but I think we should get out of 'ere before the cops show up."<br><br>*She'll follow Junior if he leads on.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 21:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior shrugs and gives directions to Mister Saturday's, then heads that way himself...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 22:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Junior leading the way, the group move off into the city.<br><br>((If anyone is taking precautions or doing anything else, say so now, otherwise we'll shift scene to Mister Saturdays))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 02:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Within the hour, the group had reassembled. If the staff of Mister Saturdays were surprised to see this many people showing up for the breakfast menu, they didn't remark on it, instead ushering the group to one of the larger tables. Aside from them, the place was all but deserted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 02:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here we are, ahead of the usual suspects," Junior announces, perching himself at the table and picking up a menu.&nbsp; "First rule--anyone pulling a Mister Pink gets curbstomped after we're done.&nbsp; Tip the fucking waitresses.&nbsp; Second rule--enjoy.&nbsp; Food isn't the best, but it's cheap and plentiful.&nbsp; Third rule--eat first, business after...please."<br><br>He hands his menu back to a waitress.<br><br>"Coffee, please, and pigs in a blanket, side order of fire wings.&nbsp; Thanks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 08:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio blinks, "Mister Pink?" He shakes his head and turns to the waitress. "I'll have the same, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 01:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll tip if she deserves one," Iris says with a smirk, sitting at the end of the table.&nbsp; "Pint of Guinness, and some eggies.&nbsp; Over easy," she orders.<br><br>"Don't think our 'companion' got lost or followed or anything like that?" Iris wonders out loud after the waitress is out of earshot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 17:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica ordered coffee, toast and scrambled eggs. She toyed with one of the plastic coated menu's and looked towards the door, then glanced at her watch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 06:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor entered the bar, panting slightly as he did so.&nbsp; Looking around, he spotted the group and headed over.<br>"Wow, so that all went terribly wrong.&nbsp; And the weather still sucks."<br><br>His stomach growled loudly and Taylor looked slightly embarrassed.<br>"Also, starving.&nbsp; I want a cheese omelet, toast, sausage, bacon and a double order of hash.&nbsp; Earl grey tea as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 13:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, look who managed to make it here without being mugged, maimed, followed or walking into a trap," Iris says at the sight of Taylor.<br><br>"So what now?&nbsp; After breakfast, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh, true love," Junior snickers.&nbsp; "But that's a good question. What do we know?&nbsp; Our friend proved to have a secret or two, which is no surprise.&nbsp; And our other friend proved to be up to something weird, which is about half-expected, although given that he has his grubby little fingers in every bent and stolen pie in the Big Easy, I wouldn't have taken him for a whoopie warlock."<br><br>He turns to Antonio.<br><br>"You know anything about that statue?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 00:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio shakes his head, "Not, as you say, off the top of my head. I have a feeling it's the Black Dog that's described in the book that Mr. Mancini now possesses. Apparently, it's important enough that the Wild Fae want it. We've bought some time with it, simply by escaping Duponte's hunt of us, but they will come after us again.<br><br>"I have a bad feeling that the 'instructions' to this little trinket are in that book."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 00:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that'd be about par for the course.&nbsp; Oh, well.&nbsp; Too bad it's way too early for a good, stiff drink."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 23:28:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The waitress chose that moment to return with the ordered drinks, taking any further requests before disappearing off in the direction of the kitchens.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 17:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica had risen slightly from her seat when Taylor came into view and sank back into her chair with obvious relief. "It's good to see you. I got worried when the arrows started flying. Or arrow... Anyway." She nodded at Lanzlo's explanation. "He must've been after that statue all along. I'm surprised M brought it. Do you think he knew what he was dealing with?" She frowned as she thought things over. 'Where's that book now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio shakes his head, "Judging by his reactions, he didn't know what he was getting into."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 16:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Par for the course," Junior agrees gloomily.&nbsp; "Why doesn't anybody ever do their damn homework before plunging in?&nbsp; I mean, not that I don't agree that certain people are too paranoid about this stuff getting out, since if there's never any information around we get this sort of crap all the time, but they aren't entirely wrong about keeping it on the down low.&nbsp; Just mostly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then again, the opposite is true; the more people who know about something mystical, the less actual power it has. Back in my day, Black Court vampires were really powerful." He sighs heavily, getting a sad look on his face, "Really powerful..." He takes a sip of his coffee and snaps out of his revere. "Now, they're simple walking corpses, apparently thanks to a commissioned work the White Council asked an up and coming writer named Bram Stoker to do. From what I hear, they did something similar to a text called the Necronomicon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Al-Azif</em>.&nbsp; Necronomicon is a cheap Latin translation.&nbsp; I keep asking to see the original Egyptian, but my crazy uncle T isn't into just letting anyone see those scrolls.&nbsp; Not that I blame him, after what happened back in the early 1930's...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:15:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles. "My point exactly. If the true <em>Al-Azif</em> did get out to the public, it would still have enough power to cause a lot of damage. That's why the Necronomicon was released; to try and mitigate some of that power, so if it does fall into the wrong hands, the damage would be minimal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That cheapass translation causes enough damage as it is, precisely because it's been marketed for whoopie warlocks and their fanboi chorus.&nbsp; Kind of like the Anarchist Cookbook for the occult set."&nbsp; Junior shakes his head.&nbsp; "Sloppy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica looked from one to the other and chuckled as she scooped a spoonful of sugar into her coffee. "Well, if you guys can get a dumb copy of that dog or book, and do the same as Bram Stoker or whoever translated that other thing, it'd be one problem solved." She grimaced. "But I somehow doubt that's in the books, eh? Pardon the pun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:01:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio responded to Junior, "Precisely. It was marketed so that the finite power of it would have to be spread across such a wide base as to make it, essentially, powerless. It was deliberately sloppy so that those of us who know what we're doing will know not to use it, and hence misuse it. And those of us 'in the know' will be able to counter those, as you put it, 'whoopie warlocks and their fanboi chorus' all the easier, since they can't draw enough power to be a true threat. Think about it. From what I've heard, Chtulu was terrifying back in the 1930's. Now, he's an Internet meme."<br><br>He turns to Mica, "No, probably not. I think this artifact is closely linked with the Wild Fae in some way, and they wouldn't take to kindly to us de-powering it that way. No, for some reason, we were lead to it, and it fell into our hands. Remember what Duponte said when Mica snatched the statue? Something to the effect of, 'This is as it should be.' I can verify that he's a Wild Fae, with the Ur-King and the Wild Hunt, but I cannot tell what his status with the Hunt is.<br><br>"Right now, I think our next order of business is to figure out what the stories about this dog are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 00:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor grinned at both Iris and Mica, "I'm pretty sturdy, and I can make myself a hard target when motivated.&nbsp; And I was pretty damn motivated."<br><br>Sitting at the table, mug of earl grey in hand, Taylor sips at it gratefully, warming his hands at the side for a bit.&nbsp; Listening to Antonio, Junior and Mica talk, Taylor became more and more confused, and his expression showed it.<br><br>"So what you're saying is," Taylor started slowly, "that this dog is like the Necronomicon, and that if we spread lots of cheap stories about it, it'd turn into a puppy?&nbsp; And that more faeries are going to be after us.&nbsp; And that we need to do some reading."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 22:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica buttered her toast and cut it, dipping a corner in the soft eggs. She took a bite, chewed and looked up, smiling sunnily at Taylor. Another bite and a vague nod in Antonio's direction as she mused on his advice. Her expression clouded and her chewing slowed as if she'd lost her appetite. She put her knife and fork down and reached for her coffee.<br><br>"Maybe." She hesitated. "But why did he send an arrow after Taylor if we're meant to have it?"<br><br>"If he's wild hunt, then maybe he was just happy because we've given him a challenge? Because, well... he likes to hunt?" She made a face at her coffee. "I agree we have to find out more about that dog as soon as possible, preferably before Duponte or whatever's real name is catches up with us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 04:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris sighs.&nbsp; "This ain't my rodeo...can't we just smash it and end this bloody goose chase?"<br><br>She takes out an old, clunky black cell phone.&nbsp; "I might know somebody who's heard of this thing.&nbsp; Give me a few," she says, standing and heading towards the waiting area to make her calls.<br><br>She'll return a few minutes later with a resigned look on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 08:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor blinked, "You're kidding me right?&nbsp; Me being hunted like a fox in the woods?&nbsp; Hell with that, if anyone tries to do that, I'll pound their face into the gravel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 20:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The waitress chose that moment to return with food, placing peoples orders in front of them. Taylor and Junior had a moment to realise it was the same waitress from their last visit, before her eyes rolled back in her skull painted face and she spoke. "The past is the present, and what was, is. No pebble believes it is responsible for the avalanche when it comes. Listen to the music, not the song."<br><br>She blinked once or twice, smiled and walked off again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 20:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That book might tell us what we need to know." Mica looked towards Antonio and then Junior, expecting one of them to produce said book when the waitress showed up. <br><br>"What the hell?" Her gaze followed the waitress and then honed back in on Junior and Taylor. "Did you pay her to do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 21:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior turns to regard the waitress as she walks away (unfortunately giving the impression that he's watching her ass, which he isn't).<br><br>"Fuck.&nbsp; Not this crap again!&nbsp; Twice in one damn day."<br><br>He turns back to dolefully regard his order.<br><br>"No, I didn't pay her to do that.&nbsp; Did you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 18:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not in the habit of paying people to come to my table and spout off random shit."<br><br>Taylor shakes his head and looks at Junior, "So, in terms of progress, are we doing good?&nbsp; Because that didn't sound good at all.&nbsp; And why is it her: is she like psychic or something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 18:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no idea, man.&nbsp; I suspect that if the home office didn't want us to know this stuff, they wouldn't bother tuning in on Radio Waitress and&nbsp; hoping we'd pay attention.&nbsp; But there you go.&nbsp; This one's just gonna get deeper, is what I think."<br><br>He drums his fingers on the table for a moment, looking even more doleful than usual.<br><br>"Dad's got a damn weird sense of humor, that's all I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 09:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris nearly pulls her gun when the waitress turns up with a skull face.&nbsp; As she turns and walks away, she sits there, stunned with the others for a moment.<br><br>"What in the blooming hell was <em>that?!</em>" she squawks.&nbsp; She jabs a finger at Junior.&nbsp; "Was that you?&nbsp; You or your dad playing around with people?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Again with the accusations!&nbsp; No, that wasn't me.&nbsp; I don't know that it was Dad, either.&nbsp; He usually uses this thing called a cell phone, yeah?&nbsp; But he does have a sick sense of humor, and I can see him asking some <em>bruja</em> or <em>hougan</em> or mojo-slinger to do this, just to fuck with my head.&nbsp; Get it, now?"<br><br>Junior snorts.<br><br>"All I know is, that same chick did this earlier. She's probably an untrained free talent, which sucks for her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 22:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio sighs, "Yes, probably an untrained free talent. Most likely a Casandra, or something similar. Most likely, we are on the right track, if things such as that are presented to us."<br><br>He turns to Junior, "If this happens often to you here, I'm surprised that this is still your favorite place." His mouth turns up in a slight quirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor blinked, "What does her name Cassandra have to do with her being a prophet?&nbsp; And I don't think that's the name I saw on the name tag at all."<br><br>"This also isn't our favorite place, since this is our second time coming here.&nbsp; But hey, if it keeps on providing helpful hints, I guess I could grow to like it maybe?&nbsp; So what's our next move given the weird message she gave us?""
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 19:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio sighed. "No, I was not referring to her name. A Cassandra is a type of magical talent, where one has the Gift of Prophecy, but either doesn't know about it, or no one will believe the results.<br><br>"As for what to do now, we need to know more about the Dog." He brings up his cup for a sip of coffee, and stops.<br><br>"The book. Did anyone remember to grab the book?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... well she definitely doesn't know about it, and we're kind of sorta taking it seriously?" Taylor contributed.<br><br>"And someone better have grabbed the book.&nbsp; I got the statue after all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you wanted me to steal it from Mancini after bending heaven and earth to complete our task by ensuring that it actually got to the guy?"&nbsp; Junior rolls his eyes.&nbsp; "Gosh.&nbsp; I'll just go politely ask him to return it, shall I?"<br><br>He shakes his head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris groans.&nbsp; "So Mancini has the book?&nbsp; Or did it get left behind?&nbsp; We should go back and check...I doubt Mancini would risk going back there."&nbsp; She pauses.&nbsp; "Although maybe he's thinking the same thing about us."<br><br>She finishes her beer and licks her lips, standing.&nbsp; "We gotta hurry if we're gonna go, though..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's got it.&nbsp; Not like I was going to try and take it from him anyway, since trying to bring an ornamental dagger to a gunfight is usually a bad idea."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris almost looks disappointed.&nbsp; "Oh."<br><br>"So then...no, I guess we're not gonna be able to find him.&nbsp; Are we?" she looks at Antonio curiously.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Weeeeell</em>," Junior drawls, a hint of a cocky grin touching his mouth, "it isn't like he's all that difficult to find, if you know who to ask.&nbsp; He's only a local celebrity in the criminal world, and I'm pretty sure that he's been interested in more than just a book or two."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't know how many crime lords you've tried tracking down," Iris says, "but they tend to have eyes and ears around the city.&nbsp; And when someone starts asking questions about them, they find out.&nbsp; That doesn't usually prove too good for your heart beat."<br><br>"But, if you wanna stick your neck out, be my guest," she says, sitting back down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wasn't planning on walking point on this one," Junior says.&nbsp; "I was thinking <em>you</em> would have the right skill set for the job."&nbsp; He grins.&nbsp; "Unless it's too tough for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 04:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; "I'm not in the business of hunting people.&nbsp; Honestly, I'll chase vampires or werewolves before I chase the mafia.&nbsp; Way too organized for a lone wolf like me."<br><br>"But...point me in the right direction and I'll see what I can do.&nbsp; 'Course, even I'm gonna need backup for a celebrity crime lord."&nbsp; She glances to the eyes of everyone at the table, one by one.&nbsp; "And I'm sure you all don't wanna miss out on the fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 04:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True.&nbsp; For that, you need a thief.&nbsp; Pardon me.&nbsp; An intrusion specialist."&nbsp; Junior shrugs playfully.&nbsp; "Anyone here know an intrusion and countersecurity specialist?&nbsp; I can't even pick a lock, myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 20:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smiles. "I may know someone who fits that description. Then again, we'll need at least one heavy hitter, in case things... as you say... 'Go South.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 05:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's Iris's job, I think.&nbsp; She's good at hitting first and asking questions not at all.&nbsp; Should make quite the impression on Mister Mancini's honestly employed gentlemen of business."&nbsp; Junior turns his mildly unsettling grin on the monster hunter.&nbsp; "Unless you think you need...backup."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 05:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris picks up a steak knife and starts spinning it between her fingers.&nbsp; "I can put a bullet in his head, if thats what you're after.&nbsp; Provided you can find him, of course.&nbsp; I'll be on a plane to Thailand once this mess is cleaned up anyway."&nbsp; <br><br>"And no, I don't need backup...if the set-up's right.&nbsp; I'm not bulletproof.&nbsp; We need a better plan than 'walk into his business and light the place up.'&nbsp; Cause I'd bet he's got some boys in there with guns, and I can only shoot one at a time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 05:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, Junior gives every sign of being just about to say something else...but he doesn't, settling back in his seat and sipping his drink, eyes glittering with dark mischief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 07:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I mean since everything went bust and things were much weirder than we thought it'd be, I just thought we'd keep the book since I ran off with the idol.&nbsp; Not like the book was Mancini's anyways."<br><br>"And hey," Taylor piped up, "I can totally help with the heavy hitter thing!&nbsp; I mean, I'm not exactly bullet proof either, but I can take a couple shots and I'm pretty good at knocking people around."<br><br>He turned to Iris, "Come on, we could work together on this one.&nbsp; And you can bet I'll make things easier.&nbsp; Look how I handled nabbing the statue."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 07:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahem", Mica shot an amused glance at Taylor at his claiming to run off with the statue, but she didn't correct him. "If Junior can find out where he's staying, we can take it from there. Alternatively, we can send out word on the street that we want to talk to him. We have something he wants, after all. It has its drawbacks, I admit, but it also has the bonus that we might be able to convince him that dealing with Duponte isn't healthy for anyone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 13:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "I'd rather you didn't get in&nbsp; my way.&nbsp; &nbsp;But do what you want.&nbsp; I'll <em>try</em>&nbsp; to watch my line of fire."<br><br>To Mica, "I'd rather find where he's staying than set up a meeting.&nbsp; Gives us the element of surprise, as long as we don't screw it up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 00:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Anyone with a +3 or better result picks this up))<br><br>Sitting by the bar, a glass of water and a small bowl of hotwings beside him, the tall, lanky individual does not appear to be observing the groups table, but his gaze seems to linger on reflecting objects just that little bit too long. Alerted now, it takes only perhaps half a minute to realise he is keeping an eye on things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 23:35:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor looked at Mica apologetically, "Sorry, got a little excitable there.&nbsp; How you nabbed the statue and then I took the short pass and ran with it."<br><br>"And don't worry about it Iris!&nbsp; You pop 'em, maybe keep their heads down and then I'll zip right over there and knock 'em out.&nbsp; It'll work out great."<br><br>Before he could contribute his own ideas, he noticed the man at the bar.&nbsp; Trying to seem nonchalant, Taylor nudged Junior and jerked a thumb in the man's direction, not saying anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 03:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio, too, notices the man at the bar keeping an eye upon them. "One moment..." He closes his eyes briefly, calling upon his command over the powers of air to disperse and scatter the effects of their conversation to meld into the background noise... the same spell he worked earlier in Antonio's Restaurant. <br><br>(Working a 3 shift Sound Veil. Using focus item Signet Ring (+1 Conviction) difficulty is 2.<br>Comment: Discipline Roll<br>Result: 2, 1, 2, 1,<br>Total: -2<br>Total Discipline Roll of +2, barely meeting the difficulty. All Listen rolls to hear our conversation are now 3 shifts harder to hear.)<br><br>He shakes momentarily, then opens his eyes. "We can talk a bit freer now," he mutters, "but do keep it low. I think we are being observed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allen had gotten into his car after everyone had split up at the park to head over to Mister Saturday's.&nbsp; He was aware of the place...though by reputation only.&nbsp; Once he had arrived there, he debated whether or not to take his sword inside.&nbsp; It wasn't a gigantic greatsword, and it would be simple enough to do, he'd done it a few times before.&nbsp; So, the question was, yes or no?<br><br>Eventually, because tonight had been downright strange, he went with yes.&nbsp; He took the long umbrella out of the backseat where he usually kept it to hide the sword.&nbsp; Putting everything but the slim handle inside the cover of the umbrella, he tucked it under his arm and carried it in.&nbsp; No one paid attention to a man carrying an umbrella, not with the past and forecasted weather.&nbsp; Plus, New Orleans was a pretty wet city by nature.<br><br>He seated himself at the table, and listened to the conversation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 17:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris seems to notice the man at the bar with everyone else, and looks ready to reach for her gun before Antonio puts up his veil.&nbsp; She settles before removing her hand from her jacket.<br><br>"We <em>are</em> being observed...and I don't recognize him.&nbsp; Think we should rough him up? Find out who sent him?"<br><br>She looks to Antonio.&nbsp; "Can you make him invisible with us if we, say, go up and drag him off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The figure arches an eyebrow in the reflection, a smile playing over his lips as Antonio's ward takes effect. He takes a sip from his glass, then sets it down on the bar, slides off his seat and begins to walk in the direction of the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 06:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio smirks. "I think we got his attention. Anyways, as they say... 'the jib is up.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 07:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mean 'the jig is up'," Taylor said.&nbsp; Looking at the figure approaching them, Taylor nodded at the man, keeping his guard up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 18:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why a jig," Junior muses.&nbsp; "Why not a tango?&nbsp; Or a waltz?&nbsp; It has to be a jig, which I don't do without tripping."<br><br>He turns to regard the others.<br><br>"What're you talking about, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you not like notice the guy looking at us?"<br><br>Taylor pointed at the man approaching them.<br><br>"Like, that guy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 05:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured he was checking out Iris's ass.&nbsp; Or maybe Mica's, if he's got more taste and survival instinct.&nbsp; Why?"<br><br>Junior grins wickedly.<br><br>"I say we let the tomboy walk point on this one.&nbsp; It's more her thing, beating up on guys she doesn't know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 07:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tsk", Mica laughed. "The man gives us one look and you guys start talking physical?" She raised her gaze towards the newcomer, eyes narrowed. "I'm curious to hear what he has to say. He's got that determined look about him, man on a mission style. If he gets annoying Iris will get her fun soon enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 16:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man gives an easy smile as he reaches the table, looking from one to another, though his gaze lingers on Iris. "I assure you, I wish only to speak with you at this time." he says, his voice low. "I have no wish to start any trouble. May I join you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 22:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio gestures to an open spot on the table. "Please. I'm eager to learn why you were eavesdropping on us in the first place." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 03:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looks at the man standoffishly, but relaxes, doing her best to appear non-hostile.&nbsp; "Sure, have a seat.&nbsp; I'm with him," she says, jerking her head towards Antonio.&nbsp; "I hope you have a bloody good reason for not minding your own business."&nbsp; She wads up some tobacco from a bag in her pocket and pops it in to chew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 22:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica pulls out the chair next to hers. "Yeah, have&nbsp; a seat. I'll hurt my neck looking up constantly." She smiles, "sides, all that standing just gets us more stares. Not the kind of thing you'd want over food."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 20:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man smiles and settles smoothly onto the seat. "Your business is my business." he replies to Iris, "Professionally speaking." he adds, to Antonio. "I understand that there have been interesting events occurring in the last few days, and I wanted to find out more. It's that simple really."<br><br>He raises his glass and sips from it, making a small face. "A little warm." he comments. As you watch, a thin sheen of ice crystals spiderwebs over the interior of the glass, and he sips again. "Better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 05:54:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Holy shit!" Taylor exclaimed.&nbsp; "That isn't normal.&nbsp; That isn't normal at all.&nbsp; Alright, you want information.&nbsp; Well so do we.&nbsp; Trade for it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 21:40:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Truly you have remarkable powers of observation." the man responded dryly. "Perhaps we might start with what you wish to know. After all, information is my trade, so I will have a better idea of the value of what you wish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 04:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris stares at his magically-cooled glass and looks unimpressed.&nbsp; She spits some tobacco into her empty beer.<br><br>"Hold up, dimwit," she says, interrupting Taylor.&nbsp; "Why the hell should we trust anything this guy says?&nbsp; He could feed us bad info or whatever.&nbsp; Might be looking for the same thing...that person we were talking about is looking for," she says, trying to reveal as little as possible.&nbsp; "Might even be working for the fucker.&nbsp; What are the odds you just happened to come here for breakfast, hm?" she says, leveling her gaze on the stranger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 05:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior rolls his eyes and glances sidelong up at the man.<br><br>"Pray forgive our colleague, who was dropped on her head many times when she was but a babe in swaddlin' clothes," he mutters, not quite quietly enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 06:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio sighs. "You really know nothing about this world that you're flailing about in, don't you?" He turns to Iris. "Now is a time for talking. Something you're not good at. Now, as I've heard someone else say, shut your trap. You're only making the situation worse. We'll call you when something needs to be smashed."<br><br>He then turns to the newcomer. "Well, then. Now that we both know that we aren't dealing with... what was that word? Muggies? Muggites? Muggles? Yes, that's it... muggles! Now that we both know that we aren't muggles, we can negotiate an exchange of information. You have said what information you are interested from us. What information do you have to offer in return?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 23:52:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever...you want to trust every stranger who conveniently offers you info, be my guest," Iris says, throwing up her arms.&nbsp; "I'll be in the girl's room."&nbsp; She stands and shuffles out for a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 17:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man watched her go with a small smile on lips, shaking his head slightly as she walked away. "I do believe that temper may land her in difficulty one of these days." he remarked, to no one in particular. <br><br>He turned to regard Antonio, setting down his glass and steepling his fingers. "I have quite extensive resources, both mundane and otherwise. Is there something or someone in particular you wish to know about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 20:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio nods, smiling slightly. "There is something. We have an object that we wish to know more about. Shall we make a deal, knowledge of the object for information on what we know has been happening the past few days?"<br><br>He looks at the guest, waiting for his verbal binding to the deal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 20:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think this is a good idea, Antonio." Mica sighed and pushed her chair back. "I'm going to check on Iris. She shouldn't be alone. I'll be right back."<br><br>With a nod and a brilliant smile to the others Mica headed towards the ladies room in pursuit of Iris. Hands in her pockets she pushed the door open with her shoulder and called out. "Iris, we gotta talk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 00:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see somebody likes living up to stereotypes," Iris answers.&nbsp; She's leaning on the sink, and beckons Mica in.&nbsp; She spits some tobacco into the sink.&nbsp; <br><br>"Talk about what?&nbsp; Please don't tell me I should be trying to get along with others.&nbsp; 'eard enough about that in preschool."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 21:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica blinked in honest surprise. She snorted a laugh and ambled on over, dipping a hand into her pocket. When it came out again, it held a small notebook which Mica waved in front of Iris' nose. "Nuh huh. Look what I found. Now I just hope it has something useful." She flashed a swift grin. "And stomp out any time you like. Gave me a great excuse to get out of there. Let's take a look; I'm kinda hoping to put it back before he notices it gone." She edged up next to Iris and opened the booklet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 15:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris blinks.&nbsp; "Oi, where did you get that?" she asks.&nbsp; She shifts aside to make room as Mica leans on the counter beside her.&nbsp; "You mean..."<br><br>She barely suppresses a laugh as it dawns on her.&nbsp; "Hah!&nbsp; Alright we <em>better</em> do this fast..." she says, studying the booklet as Mica opens it.&nbsp; "Trade for information...why buy the cow," she mutters as they read.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 21:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unfortunately reading it may prove trickier than the two women would hope. What fills the pages is a series of squiggles, looking something like shorthand. Alternately it might be an individuals private cypher, or some ancient language.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 07:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey!" Thomas protested.&nbsp; "That was not cool how you talked to Iris.&nbsp; Yea she's a mundane, but talking down to her like that just because you're in the know and have powers just makes you a douche.&nbsp; I mean, yea she could have been a bit more diplomatic, but she does have a point.&nbsp; And if you thought about it, you'd realize it too.&nbsp; After all, she's an ordinary mortal who hunts monsters right?&nbsp; She can't have done it for so long without being a little suspicious and smart.&nbsp; Fuck, she toe-to-toed with me once and got me good, and I'm pretty damn stompy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 20:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio closed his eyes and sighed. "Excuse us for a moment, <em>se non vi dispiace.</em>" He stood up and motions Taylor off to one side.<br><br>"True, I may have talked down to Iris, but it's not like she's the easiest person to get along with. I've tried to respect her, and her attitude got in the way.<br><br>"Yes, I'm 'in the know,' as you say. And that's why I know that antagonizing a Winter Fey who is simply asking for an information trade is not the best course of action.<br><br>"And as for her being a monster hunter... I have no doubt that she can go toe-to-toe with some of the beasts that are out there. But from what I've seen of her, she's making more enemies than allies... and with some of these beings, it's better to not get on their bad side, even if you can beat them in a stand up fight."<br><br>He sighs again, and half-smiles. "I realize that you're infatuated with her, and that you're standing up for her when she's not here. I can respect that. I'm just treating her as she treats everyone else, since that seems to be the only way she'll listen to me.<br><br>"Now, do you have any further concerns before we negotiate with our guest? Now is the time to speak up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 00:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dude, you aren't even the least bit sorry you talked down to her.&nbsp; You're just trying to justify the attitude.&nbsp; And that isn't cool.&nbsp; Look, she's the blunt type alright?&nbsp; She speaks her mind, but it isn't like she's trying to be bitchy about it.&nbsp; But you and Junior actually went out of your way to insult her.&nbsp; I mean, seriously, I don't see how what you did is the same.&nbsp; And this isn't just about me liking her: if someone acted like that to Junior or you, I'd smack that fucker around.&nbsp; There's respect and there's politeness: you don't have to have the one to have the other, and so far, I haven't seen either."<br><br>"And besides," Taylor glances over at the stranger, "how do you know it's a Winter Fey?&nbsp; I mean, can't wizards cool down a drink?&nbsp; That's what magic can do right?&nbsp; And so far, we've already been screwed over by one fairy person.&nbsp; If the impression I'm getting about these fey types is right, you can't trust anything they say, even if they tell you the truth.&nbsp; I get that we need info, and you know what, I'm okay if we do have to trade for it.&nbsp; But let's not shut one of our own down like that just to get it.&nbsp; All of our asses are on the line here and if we start in-fighting, we are fucked hardcore."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 20:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have tried being polite. When we first met, in Antonio's. She didn't exactly leap at the chance to return the favor. She is abrasive and combative, even to her allies. And yes, she is being, as you say, 'bitchy' about it. And she even has her place with us, attitude and all. Just not right now. Answer me honestly, from what you know of her: if I asked her to let me do the talking here, what would she have done?"<br><br>He glances over at the stranger as well. "As for your other point... well taken. Let me verify something..." He closes his eyes, flipping on The Sight, and glances over at the table...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 21:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor thought about it for a moment, "Okay this, I can't honestly say without maybe being biased.&nbsp; I think if you told her 'Hey, I'm used to dealing with the supernaturally, let me handle this and I'll be careful', she'd probably be... grumpy about it, maybe grumble, but I think she'd let you do it.&nbsp; And it's not about politeness, it's about respect.&nbsp; I don't think politeness is in her nature, even I'll admit this, but even being abrasive and combative, there can still be respect.&nbsp; I mean, hell, ask Junior how grumpy I am in the mornings without some coffee to give me a boost.&nbsp; Snappish? Hah, you haven' seen snappish until it's a half-dragon doing it."<br><br>His eyes widened, "Oh shit, I wasn't supposed to mention that last bit.&nbsp; It's supposed to be a secret."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 22:06:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica stared at the glyphs. "Who the hell writes their notebooks in code?!" She cursed and cast a sidelong glance at Iris. "Can you make anything of that?" Resignedly, she gave the notebook another look, hoping to glimpse some method in this madness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 04:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Phh...an asshole, thats who," Iris spits in reply.&nbsp; "Fuck it.&nbsp; I doubt he knows anything anyway.&nbsp; Come on, lets get back before he notices it's missing."&nbsp; &nbsp;She leans off the counters.&nbsp; "If he sends us into a trap, I'm gonna laugh at those two <em>so</em> hard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 17:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Junior holds his peace, at least at first, but when Antonio pulls Taylor off to the side he manages a tight smile.<br><br>"Perhaps I ought to say 'please excuse all my companions, for they were beaten when they were but small children and have yet to recover'.&nbsp; You wish a trade, information for information.&nbsp; That seems quite reasonable."<br><br>He gestures in Iris's direction.<br><br>"Alas that some of us are not.&nbsp; May I ask you a question, as intellect to intellect?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 17:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll hold on to it, I guess. Even if he misses it, he can't know where he lost it, right? I'd have prefered to put it back, but without knowing what's in there it's too much risk for too little profit." She fumbled with the paper towel dispenser, neatly removing the towels. "Happen to have some gum on you?"<br><br>"I don't think he's got more nefarious plans for us than some cheap information. He wants a bargain and with those hotheads, he's going to get it too. What he's going to do once he's got what he came for, is anyone's guess. Ah well, so far he's no worse than Duponte."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 19:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to Junior, a slow movement, almost like a small bow. "You may ask, certainly. Whether or not you get an answer for free will depend on the question." He sipped from his drink and waited, his eyes moving around the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 19:21:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've often wondered, just out of idle curiosity, whether the Winter or Summer Court is the more interesting when it comes to negotiations."&nbsp; Junior says with a straight face, his tone level.&nbsp; "Might I ask your diplomatic opinion of your polar opposites?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 20:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Interesting is always a matter of perspective." he replies, taking another sip from his glass. "And in diplomacy, there are far too many variables shading matters to make a single judgement on anything. The question being asked, the power of the two, or more, parties, what outside influences are in play ... I'm afraid your question does not have a simple answer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 20:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wasn't expecting a simple answer," Junior chuckles.&nbsp; "Perhaps a general one, but nothing about either Court is simple."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 20:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that you will find that few things in life are simple." His eyes flick momentarily towards the bathroom door. "Some at least are predictable, to a degree at least, and with sufficient contingency planning, other variables may be allowed for."<br><br>He paused to sip from his glass again. "Now, let us take this opportunity to establish a positive working relationship." He gave a small smile. "First one, as they say, is free. What would you like to know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 20:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio glances at Taylor, and grins. "No problem, I can keep a secret." He closes his eyes and nods. "Yes, our guest is a Shee. Winter Court, holding information like jewels. We can trust him on his word... but only on what he says. The Fay cannot outright lie, but they can lie by omission."<br><br>He sighs deeply. "As for Iris... I am still an Italian Noble. I do not suffer fools gladly. It's part of my training. In my mind, Iris is acting rather foolish, and will get herself killed if she isn't careful. I'm... I'm trying to save her from herself." He offers a weak half-smile, "It is my duty as a noble... excuse me, as a <em>good</em> noble... to look after those of lesser station, <em>non è vero?</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 05:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Either that or you're too much a romantic to let a pretty girl get in over her fool head," Junior says dryly, one eyebrow lifting.&nbsp; He can't quite keep from grinning a moment later.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; Just because she's a pain in my ass doesn't mean I didn't notice that she's cute, in a macha tomboy sort of way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 08:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mica pushed the booklet on the top of the paper towels in the towel dispenser and followed Iris back into the restaurant. "Hey", she smiled at the others as she slipped back into her seat. "What'd I miss? Has our charming guest disclosed his, undoubtedly nefarious, intentions." A swift, disarming smile accompanied the teasing words towards the newcomer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 22:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing too nefarious." he replies. "Merely a hope that certain bona fides have now been established, and that we may agree to a mutually profitable resolution of our situation." He gives a thin smile and sips from his glass again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 00:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor gives Antonio a look, "You know what, I'll give the whole lesser station thing a pass.&nbsp; Alright, so the person is a legitimate... Shee, whatever that is.&nbsp; So not a wizard.&nbsp; But if they can only answer truthfully, but lie by omission, and they haven't been screwed over and are really dangerous, doesn't that mean that they're a lot better at this than we are.&nbsp; I'm just saying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 21:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio raises an eyebrow and sighs, a slight smile lighting his lips. "Yes, they are a lot better than most mortals at this. However, their motivations are not the same as a human's... or a half-dragon's. However, a few tips on dealing with the Fae.<br><br>"The number three is very important to them. If they repeat something three times, it's very important and particularly true. If you have them over a barrel where they have to answer something they cannot, then you can satisfy both sides by requesting three truths about the subject. And so forth.<br><br>"Which brings me to the next point. Verbal contracts are binding with them. Unless you specify exactly what you will give in return for a piece of information, a bit of assistance, whatever... they will use that to take whatever they want. Never make a deal with a Fae in exchange for an unspecified favor. The Leanansidhe is well known for this. On several occasions, someone has gone to her asking for protection, and she's complied... by turning them into her hunting hounds. It makes perfect sense to her; what better way to protect someone than that?<br><br>"Finally, you can use their 'lie by omission' thing to discover the truth. If they refuse to answer on a particular subject, then you know the truth.<br><br>"Bottom line, Taylor: they play by a different set of rules than we do. But they do play by the rules."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 11:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And now we have those tiresome details covered, perhaps we can return to the business at hand." he replies. "I would prefer to conclude matters before anything else .. cropped up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 16:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris stood in the bathroom, tapping her foot. She reached into her pocket and fished out some more tobacco, chewing it up.<br><br>Finally, fed up with waiting, she pushes open the bathroom door and returns to the table, sliding back into her seat. "Don't mind me. Just didn't want my beer to get cold," she says, taking a gulp from her cup.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 18:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite all right." he replies, taking a sip from his own frosted glass. "It is always a wise decision to deal with things before they get out of your control." He looked around the group. "You seem surprisingly hesitant to speak." His lips quirked in a small smile. "I assure you, if I had any untoward designs on you right now I would not have approached openly. I seek only information, an exchange that leaves both parties satisfied."<br><br>He turns towards Antonio. "After all, if I demonstrate my value now, no doubt we shall deal again in the future. I am sure you know the value of knowledge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 19:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hesitant's a good word for it."<br><br>Junior glances at the others, carefully avoiding Iris for some reason.<br><br>"As businessman to businessman, you understand how delicate matters can be when someone was not entirely forthcoming with crucial details, yes?&nbsp; And while such matters are, ah, simply a matter of course in our line of work, it does make for some lingering unpleasantness.&nbsp; Not that I can speak for the others, but you know who <em>I</em> am..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Dad's Rep Gets In The Way.</strong></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 12:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might have an idea or two." he replies, giving a faint smile. "But I didn't think it was something to bring up in relation to this ...". He pauses, taking another sip from the glass before narrowing his eyes and speaking again.<br><br>"Does this mean that you are acting on behalf of .. anyone else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 21:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I cannot speak for my companions, but in this matter I am handling a minor affair on behalf of...the home office, shall we say?"&nbsp; Junior gives the sidhe a tight smile.&nbsp; "Not entirely out of the goodness of my heart, but you know how it goes with family."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzied</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 18:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He <em>doesn't</em> speak for me," Iris makes sure to say. "I act on behalf of <em>me</em>...and maybe the good ol' human race, but I doubt they'd all agree with me." She goes back to being uninterested in the conversation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dresden Files - New Orleans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 20:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio simply rolls his eyes at Iris. "You kind of get used to her... bluntness.<br><br>"As for my hesitancy to speak... it is tempered with a healthy dose of caution. After all, you are a sidhe. Your motives are your own. However, I can tell that you will honor any exchange that we conduct here.<br><br>"So, at the moment, our interests coincide. Junior with his business with the Home Office, and his friend over there helping out. Myself, trying to keep the peace in this city, and Mica, looking for a little adventure. And Iris..." He glances at the hunter and sighs. "I do not claim to know her motivations, or even fathom her reasoning, but she's here for the ride, as they say.<br><br>"Now, shall we get to business?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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