It's the new year, so we began a new story arc in our Dresden Files characters' lives.
First up, the underhanded criminal duo, the Mortal and the Lycanthrope, have become fine upstanding businessmen, owning several nightclubs and bars. Although, they do of course have a side dealing in supplying places they don't own with narcotics of some form.
They headed to The Bar, what has become of the café bar from our previous adventures. With my Champion of Baltimore now a co-owner, they made him an offer he couldn't refuse. The Mortal returned a book on magic to the small library housed on the premises too.
The Apprentice of the possessed cuddly bunny has started to get frustrated that her master won't translate his 'Sumerian' text when she asks, and is drip-feeding her various pieces of magic. She's now a sorcerer, and would be on track to be a wizard if she weren't learning from a particularly nasty necromancer.
She headed to The Bar to get a borrow a new book on spirits.
A man with a terrible sense of fashion (shades in a dark room, black leather jacket, jet black hair with his blond roots showing) had appeared in The Bar to write a review for the local paper. He called himself Harry (too cool for a surname), and annoyed the Champion by repeatedly ordering craft beer not in stock.
After a short while, the Tanninomancer arrived and began an argument with the Apprentice over her evil lessons, and how she should have her head removed. Harry noticed the argument and made a note.
Hoping the review hadn't been affected, the Champion took a quick glance at the man's shorthand. It talked of an infestation of warlocks that had yet to be dealt with.
The Champion offered to get the man another drink, used the antique phone behind the bar and called his new business partners, ordering a couple of heavies to come over. They arrived just before the next beer was finished, and went to sit on either side of Harry.
Confronting him about the 'infestation', and asking exactly how it would be 'dealt with', Harry claimed to have seen a cockroach. Threatening to instigate a new dress code, regarding Harry's sunglasses, one of the heavies removed them. Harry closed his eyes up tightly, and on hearing the words 'lock the doors', he shortly had a fit and fell to the floor, foaming at the mouth. He had managed to secretly swallow a poisonous pill.
Whilst the bar was in a panic, the heavies moved Harry's body to a back room, and the police were called. They weren't happy that the body had been disturbed and moved, or that there were so many traces of different people. The heavies, both with long criminal records, had already fled, but would have to be called back. After all, they'd only been 'working' as bouncers at The Bar for a few days...
The Apprentice's master told her of a spell that might allow her to find out who Harry had been working for. Against his better judgement, the Champion was talked in to sneaking in to the morgue so she could perform her spell.
She managed well, but found out nothing more than Harry's feelings at the time of his death. Whilst the bunny cackled that the spell functioned exactly as it was supposed to, and the Champion realised it had been, if not black magic, then extremely morally grey. He seized the bunny and began to leave, threatening it with the incinerator.
The Apprentice got very angry, and began using her new powers to try and take back her master. Whilst causing her own ears to bleed and the ground to shake, she didn't manage much. The Champion, still angry at the necromancer (and since he had been Under the Doom for far too long because of the evil old spirit), pulled the stuffed toy apart as best he could and handed it back to the Apprentice. Another powerful spell sucked the Champion into the sidewalk, stuck in place whilst she hit him. And then she ran off into the night, promising to fix the stuffed rabbit as soon as she could, whilst the Champion had to shout back to the morgue and hope they didn't ask too many pressing questions about his feet being encased in solid concrete.
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