Dresden Files - Modern Supernatural
"I swear this rain will be the end of me one day." The man hissed out from underneath his flatcap. He was fumbling with his lighter, trying to get the blasted thing to work. He sighed, gave up, and looked around to make sure no-one was paying too much attention to him, stuck the cigarette in his mouth and breathing a small word out around it "Ignis," and the tip of the cigarette light up. His face light up with a pale orange glow as he inhaled. As the smoke drifted lazily from his nose, he looked across the haze drenched street in front of him. You could barely make out the building on the other side of the street. It was a small warehouse, the vinyl sign outside the door leading in was a simple white with red block letters. The Thirteenth Circle.
"Not very discreet." He rolled up the sleeves on his white button up, his arms pale, as if he had been stuck in a basement for the past six months. He reached up and scratched at his beard. The kids on the streets earlier said he looked like a Lumberjack. It wasn't that long, was it? Anyhow. He checked his sides, and started across the street. His feet making short work of the road. His boots made soft plopping sounds as he went across the glistening asphalt. The beaten and torn jeans, looked like designer jeans, but were in fact just heavily worn and old. His favorite pair of course. Plenty of tears, burn marks, and stains. Upon reaching the door, he looked back up to the sign, and in small black letters, small enough that you have to be at the door to read, it read Accorded Neutral Territory. He took a deep breath, straightened his shirt and rapped three short knocks on the door. The door opened up a with a creak, a musky scent forced itself out from the inside. A very short piece of wood, emblazoned with runes in a language he didn't know, blazed into it. "Name." The voice grunted from behind the door. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, "Al." The voice grunted back from the other side of the door, "Whole name, or I can't let you in." A wizard doesn't just give out his whole name. A lot of nasty creatures can do bad things with your entire name.
He shook his head, this was neutral ground. "Ugh.. Albert Rennold." He never said anything about his middle names. The door creaked open and Al walked in, the door snapping shut behind him. The entire inside of the building was a study in dispersing magical energies. Nothing was evenly sized, and everything was placed in odd numbers, focusing around 13. There were no electric lights, everything was lit by candle. They picked up from a design in Chicago, a pub called McAnally's. The musky smell that had forced itself upon him earlier was in full force now. It was a mixture of sweat and grime, with the occasional hint of pot. He snarled his nose up and went down to the bar and sat and waited for the bartender, nervously tapping a ringed finger. The small silver ring, lined with black stones, clanked against the stainless steel bar top. He hated being out in the open without his staff and jacket. His contact should be arriving any second now.
(OOC: Don't forget to check out http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...sy-Dresden-esq for more information regarding some of the stuff in this RP)
Last edited by TMilligan1105; 08-28-2013 at 06:03 AM.
Its a trap!
The bar was quiet this time at night with only a few tables and seats at the bar taken. There weren't any TVs in the area because Danny, the owner, said it was too expensive to fix and replace every time it broke. So the only sounds were the quiet chatter and a simple radio. There was an old juke box in a corner that still played records but it sat quietly unused.
She heard the stranger name himself at the door before he came in and took a seat. "What'll you have?" A girl that looked too young to serve alcohol let alone be in such a place asked the man who took a seat at the bar. She noted that he kept tapping his ringed finger on the bar like a nervous tic. She gave him a small smile and braced herself against the bar on the other side of the stranger. She wore her makeup like the models on magazines, heavy eyeliner and mascara with smokey eyeshadow. This only served to make her look like a girl trying to look more grown up. The loose checkered flannel shirt she wore over a simple black tshirt didn't help her either.
An old song was playing talking about war and getting killed, but that didn't help the guy. He was slightly knocking the ground with his feet, nervous and scared. He turned his head to the sides, put his right hand inside his coat and pulled a pack of segregate, searching with his left hand for the lighter. That man was a mess so before he could light up his segregate, he noticed something on the table. He found a little paper so he turned his head slowly to the sides but no one was near him. He pulled the paper and put it inside his pocket, he can't trust anyone near him so he stood up and left the place. Just staring at the street outside in that snowy night, AI was thinking one minute passed, two and five. When he heard a man saying ''sir do you need a taxi'' . The street was empty because of the storm, no one could stay outside in this freezing weather. The guy got on the taxi without saying a word The taxi driver asked ! where to sir ?, just keep moving the guy told him, that taxi driver didn't feel comfortable with that. Where he's going in the middle of the night, what a mysterious guy. It was the right time for that man to read written inside the little paper, that he found. He pulled out the paper opened it and start reading …….
Al stopped tapping when the girl spoke to him. "Something dark. A stout. Uhm... Guinness? If you have it." He took his hat off and set it on the bartop. His recently shaved head glistening in the candle-light. He took the time to look up at the girl and he furrowed his brows in confusion. "Are you old enough to bring me beer..?" He looked around to make sure there weren't any undercover cops turning this into some kind of weird sting operation. Not like that would have mattered. The radios they used would have blown up in their pants when a wizard got too close. Even in here with all the precautions that have been taken.
He stopped and sighed, watching the man get up and walk out of the bar. "Strange." He looked back to the girl. "You wouldn't happen to know.. Uhm.." He stopped looking down at his shoes, like he was trying to remember something. "Nevermind, that isn't important." He started spinning the ring on his right thumb. A charred black band, he looked nervously over to the door, then back to the young lady in front of him. "I'm Al. What was your name?"
Its a trap!
The girl gave the man a crooked smile and didn't answer. "We've got it on tap." With practiced hands she poured the beer into a tall frosted glass and set it down in front of the man. "That'll be $4. Do you want to start a tab?" The man set the money down shaking his head. She noticed that he kept glancing at the door with nervous eyes and tense shoulders.
The man introduced himself as Al. She took a moment to consider answering. He didn't look like he was making a move on her and that was enough to earn him an answer. "Name's Sylvia," She leaned forward, her arms crossed on top of the bar. "So what would I happen to know that isn't important?" She cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
Al shook his head, throwing a few extra dollars down, he needed to be careful with that. A carpenter may make a decent enough living, but not near as much as one who can use power tools. He looked back towards the door again, making sure nothing big and nasty was going to plow its way through the door. This was Neutral Territory, but that didn't stop some of the big nasty things from knocking. He regarded the girl again, getting an actual look at her. He relaxed a little bit. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. Someone who has some information for me regarding a new drug that has hit the street." He stretched his arms to his side, almost bumping into the... thing sitting next to him. "Pardon." He muttered, and the thing just shifted its back to him.
He looked back to Sylvia, avoiding her eyes, a soulgaze in a middle of a bar probably wouldn't be the best for the patrons, even if more than half of them actually knew what it was. The first person he had ever locked eyes with after becoming a full fledged wizard had tried to stab him for being a demon, in the middle of the post office. He avoided eye contact at all costs at this point. "The drug's called Gustus Sanguini. The kids call it Geez." He took a long deep drink from his beer, setting it down back on the table. "Heard of it..?" He said, wiping the foam off of his mouth.
Its a trap!
Sylvia noted how he deliberately avoided her eyes.... He was a wizard then. Sorcerers weren't strong enough to initiate a soulgaze by simply having eye contact. They had to concentrate and will it while for wizards it came naturally. The girl wasn't quite at that level yet, which she was thankful for. She could still use a smartphone and all the nice modern conveniences that came with the 21st century.
He spoke about Geez and asked her if he she knew anything of it. Did he really think she was that kind of girl? What about her gave that impression that she was part of that crowd? Sylvia kept her face neutral as she excused herself a moment to fill a glass with water and hand it to the customer sitting next to Al. She leaned forward so the others wouldn't overhear. It wouldn't matter though, some here were supernatural and could hear a pin drop down the street through all the noise.
"What makes you think I'm that kind of girl hmm?" The corners of her lips turned upward. He was still refusing to meet her gaze. "What's a man like you looking for something like that?"
Al threw his hands up in protest, palms towards her. "Hey whoa! Nothing like that. It's just, this is a bar, you're young. I don't know what kids do anymore." He sipped on his drink some more. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. He could almost feel the pent up energy bubbling inside of him. "Uhm. I sure don't want any. I'm just.. I'm looking for a dealer. I have some questions to ask." He leaned back from the bar. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I find one, but I need to find one." He sat and thought about what he was saying. He could be sitting next to someone dealing this drug, and he just gave himself away. He rolled his eyes at himself. "Ugh." He patted at the gun hidden in the waist of his pants. Never leave home without a contingency plan. He looked back at the girl. "How would you like to make a bit of extra money..?"
He reached down for his wallet, just in time to see the thing that was sitting next to him earlier stand up and face him. "Uhm... Hello sir..?" That was about all he had time to say, before he was backhanded off of the stool. The thing stood up to its full height, looked down at him from his looming seven foot tall status. It's voice rattled the air around him as he spoke, deep and rattling, like a motorcycle being revved from a block away, "I suggest you leave this one alone, White Council scum." Now that Al actually got a look at what this thing was, it was a changling. Who's Fae parent had been a Troll of some sort. Apart from being seven foot tall, he was built like a tractor. Probably weighed as much as one too. Dark green hair and beard stood out firm against his pale gray skin. His teeth had been sharpened into points. Al opened his mouth to speak when the thing kicked him with a loud crack and started walking out towards the door of the bar.
Its a trap!
"Hey whoa! Nothing like that. It's just, this is a bar, you're young. I don't know what kids do anymore."
"A bar like this?" Sylvia gestured around. "You're really out of touch."
"Uhm. I sure don't want any. I'm just.. I'm looking for a dealer. I have some questions to ask. I don't know what I'm going to do when I find one, but I need to find one."
The girl had to keep herself from snorting. Were all wizards this clueless? "Good luck with that. You'll need it." She settled for a small smirk and watch the man fumble over his words.
"How would you like to make a bit of extra money..?"
"Oh dear, trying to proposition a girl like me? I'm quite flattered, but I'm not that kind of girl and this isn't that kind of place, mister." Her grin broadened as she watch the man reach down for something, probably his wallet while trying to come up with a witty reply. Instead he bumped into the customer sitting next to him. The man was on the ground faster than she could pull the shotgun from underneath the bar and aim.
"You know the rules." Her voice was firm as she spoke. All traces of a smile was gone, replaced by a hard grimace. Sylvia looked the changeling down the barrel of her gun and she cocked it. The room was already silent with everyone staring at the unfolding action. When they heard the click of another gun, everyone grew tense. Danny, the six foot three burly man with a wild red beard stood by the back entrance with his own shot gun aimed at the changeling.
"Get out now." He commanded the changeling. It wasn't spoken with menace but with authority. The type of tone those in charge used while giving out orders. The changeling sneered, but it seemed he had some sense and backed off.
"I suggest you leave this one alone, White Council scum." The changeling spat those words at the fallen wizard who was still on the ground. Before Al could speak, the changeling kicked him in the stomach and slapped a bill down onto the bar. "For all the trouble," and he left.
It was a moment before Sylvia lowered the gun and placed it back under the bar. By then Danny was helping Al to his feet and leading him towards the back. "Syl, get some ice. Mark, handle the bar." Sylvia nodded and followed his orders quickly. Noise returned to the bar as the people got back to their business. Sylvia got a clean towel and hurried to Mark's office.
Al laughed softly on the ground, and flinched in pain when Danny picked him up to his feet. He hissed when he got his feet underneath him, "Hell, warn me next time." Danny, without hesitating, barked back, "Be glad I didn't pick you up by your shirt." Al swallowed his pride, and let the behemoth of a man carry him back to the office. His face was swelling up from the first hit, his ribs already taking on a slew of other colors. Deep purples, greens, blues, and some reds to top it off. "I've been hit in the street by a truck, and that hurt less than that changling."
Danny helped him sit down in a tall backed office chair, Al sat down and sighed, smiling. Danny looked down at him, "For someone who just got the literal tar smacked out of them, you seem awful happy." Al shifted in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position. "Well, I'm not very good at sleuthing around, but..." He held up a ripped off section from the changlings pants, "Someone can at least tell me which way he went." He smiled again when Sylvia entered the room, holding the towel and ice. "Oh, bless you child. You need to give this girl a raise. Or four."