08-25-2014, 09:45 PM
Harry's business had been rather mind-numbingly slow. People didn't seem to have too much love for wizards, for all that he wasn't actually prosecuted for running a professional consulting business as one. Nobody in Minas Tirith seemed to have much need for a private investigator, with a few exceptions. Normally, he lived in the small room above the office, returning to his home in Edinburgh on the weekends and when business called. He did, however, keep the small stone he'd enchanted to allow communication in his duster pocket.
The wizard was surprised when it rang for the first time.
The rock buzzed around in the pocket of the duster while Harry was curled up on the bed with a book and a candle, waiting for someone to walk into the office so he could descend the stairs in appropriate wizardly fashion. Also, he was bored and wanted to read comfortably. The sudden motion made him jump to his feet, searching for the rock and holding it up to his ear like a phone receiver. "Harry Dresden speaking."
It somewhat surprised him when Samus spoke. Firstly because she'd been lukewarm at best, and rather surly from being caught off-guard. Secondly because she sounded hurt, and bad. He was forcibly reminded of a vulnerable call from Karrin Murphy, when one of her men from SI had been attacked by a psychic predator and torn to shreds. The pain in her voice was different, but it was just as severe as Murphy's had been. She told him that she'd been attacked, and she was calling in the cavalry on this one. It was pretty bad, apparently. Very dangerous.
Call him a sucker, but he could never say no to a woman who needed help. "Sit tight, Samus. I'll grab my things and head over there. If you managed to grab anything linked to him, keep it sealed up, away from sunlight. If I get there fast enough, and if Omni hasn't taken that skill from me, I might be able to work up a tracking spell, find the son of a bitch before anyone else gets hurt, or he comes after you again." He dropped the rock back in his pocket, flipped the cheerfully out-of-place "OPEN" sign in the window to an equally cheerfully modern "CLOSED" sign, and left, locking the door behind him.
He summoned a griffin and flew, a little clumsily, out of the city and towards Edinburgh. The Winter in him howled in unison with his upper mind; nobody hurt one of his and got away with it. He dashed through the tunnels underneath the city, grabbed Bob and put the skull and some provisions and spare clothes in a duffel bag, and left, climbing back onto the griffin and flying to the gate back to the Nexus. He landed, taking the time to break his mount down into its component Omnilium, and stepped through the gate, intent on visiting Coruscant.
The wizard was surprised when it rang for the first time.
The rock buzzed around in the pocket of the duster while Harry was curled up on the bed with a book and a candle, waiting for someone to walk into the office so he could descend the stairs in appropriate wizardly fashion. Also, he was bored and wanted to read comfortably. The sudden motion made him jump to his feet, searching for the rock and holding it up to his ear like a phone receiver. "Harry Dresden speaking."
It somewhat surprised him when Samus spoke. Firstly because she'd been lukewarm at best, and rather surly from being caught off-guard. Secondly because she sounded hurt, and bad. He was forcibly reminded of a vulnerable call from Karrin Murphy, when one of her men from SI had been attacked by a psychic predator and torn to shreds. The pain in her voice was different, but it was just as severe as Murphy's had been. She told him that she'd been attacked, and she was calling in the cavalry on this one. It was pretty bad, apparently. Very dangerous.
Call him a sucker, but he could never say no to a woman who needed help. "Sit tight, Samus. I'll grab my things and head over there. If you managed to grab anything linked to him, keep it sealed up, away from sunlight. If I get there fast enough, and if Omni hasn't taken that skill from me, I might be able to work up a tracking spell, find the son of a bitch before anyone else gets hurt, or he comes after you again." He dropped the rock back in his pocket, flipped the cheerfully out-of-place "OPEN" sign in the window to an equally cheerfully modern "CLOSED" sign, and left, locking the door behind him.
He summoned a griffin and flew, a little clumsily, out of the city and towards Edinburgh. The Winter in him howled in unison with his upper mind; nobody hurt one of his and got away with it. He dashed through the tunnels underneath the city, grabbed Bob and put the skull and some provisions and spare clothes in a duffel bag, and left, climbing back onto the griffin and flying to the gate back to the Nexus. He landed, taking the time to break his mount down into its component Omnilium, and stepped through the gate, intent on visiting Coruscant.
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