Dresden Files RPG

"No way!" Miles laughed at that. "I've no doubt that you can do what you say—I lost money too many times to fall for that."

He picked up an apple from the bar counter and tossed it up and down a few times speculatively, before handing it to Felix. With thumb and forefinger he formed a pretend gun and aimed it just above Felix's head. "As for my tricks—well, the bartender may object, but if the good sir would care to set that apple 'pon his head and stand agin a tree..."

"Actually," Felix said. "How about we just take each other's words for our respective talents." He pocketed his dice. "We're both gentlemen, are we not?" He laughed a little, relieved now that both the warden and the weirdo with the gun had left.

I sigh, and exit the shop. On my way out, I stop and give the fae who warned me of the wizards some bread and honey, "Thanks for the warning." I look around at what the others are doing.

"So the ladies say," said Miles with a sly grin. He gestured out the door, changing the subject. "Odd of the greycloaks to just leave like that after that, though; you hear all these stories of whizbang wizard PIs, and the real ones go haring off after what's essentially a barside rumour...I take it that you're not exactly keen on spreading the idea that you were there also?"

Felix nodded. "I wouldn't mind to not be put under suspicion. Then again..." He said, focusing on his beer. "Don't know if that's an option since I done went and involved myself, promising to help that Council guy." He sighed. "I will end up kicking myself for that later, won't I?"

I walk back to the fairy, "Hey. I'll get you some pizza later if you listen in on the conversation of those two wizards, then report back to me what they say. Be stealthy." He flies towards the two.

"Oh don't worry," the man in tweed said "I am...was...a rather close friend of Mr Watkins. Seeing the wardens like that just shook me up slightly. I must say, it's his assistant I feel really bad for. They still haven't found him y'know,"

(Wardens conversation as overheard by the fairies)

"No! Just because the Denarians are maintaining a presence in the city does not make it any less of a viable objective!"

"Andre please! You've read the reports as well as I have - you know how dangerous this has suddenly become,"

"Nevertheless, I will not give up on this. Enough of our brothers have died already. We will find Tauriel. Wait a minute, do you notice that?"

(That is all the fairies hear before the Wardens guard their conversation more closely)

Tim raised an Eyebrow. "His assistant you say?" While he thought frantically. Either he as simply gone into hiding or he was taken. Well only one way to find out. "Could you please tell me more? And maybe describe him to me as best as possible." he asked while he mentally recounted formulaes and such. Hoping for a vial of Blood or Hair would be too much, tough he considered which tracking spell might be best for this.

I listen to the fairy's report. "Denarians? Are you sure that's what was said? Positive? Of course you are. Damn. I'll have your pizza delivered here around 8, ok?"

"Uhm...he was quite short, I think. Quite long hair, like the kids have these days. I know he used to do inventory for Watkins, open and close the shops when he had to. He used to hang around that Ultra-Luxe place, had a few friends there. His name was Peter? Percy? No, no, it was Peter, Peter Young. We haven't heard from him for days," the man in tweed said, mopping his brow again.

"I'll see what I can do." Tim nodded to the other man and went back inside. He didn't get enough for a tracking spell. So he had to make...other methods to aquire something. Spotting Felix and his Friend he walked over there. "Hey, Felix. I've got an idea to convince Mr Psychopath out there that you are not on the Side of the Guys who tried to kill us." He paused and then smiled friendly. "Want to make an field trip to Las Vegas Crime Scene Investigations?"

"Wow. So much for keeping that secret." Miles' grin faded into a pensive, uncertain look; he hesitated before he spoke, half to himself. "I've always thought it was better to regret something you did do than something you didn't—well, then again I'm in no place to lecture."

Felix let his gaze linger on Miles for a while. "Probably good advice." He said, fairly noncommittally. He finished his beer in one fell swig. "On that note, I figure it's time to do some sleuthing. You ever wondered what it's like having a White Council Wizard owe you one?" As far as asking for assistance went, that one was pretty bad, but it'd have to do.

Miles made his decision.

"You need a nose for detail, I should be able to provide," he said. "Just as long as we work out a plan for covering expenses and such—I'm not critically short of money, but I'm not swimming in Benjamins either."

"Hmmm, Denarians" Leo said from the shadows, "He had spent the last few minutes listening to the Wardens and their semi-heated discussion had confirmed his suspicions; he wasn't the only heavy-hitter in town at the moment.

He was about to leave when he overheard two other voices, one was from one of his "acquaintances" from earlier that night, the other was an unknown male; most likely Tweed Man. He listened intently while they spoke, it seemed as though Mr. Watkins had an assistant who might still be alive; if so he would be useful should he be interrogated.

Waiting for the two to leave, he made his way to the side of the street and called for his cab.

I get out my phone and call a guy I know at a hotel and get myself a room. If Denarians are involved, this might take a while. After booking my room, I call a cab and go to the hotel. On the cab ride, I make sure to order a pizza slice for the fairy.

"Billing the wizard could work." Felix said as he got up. "Barring that, I'll set up something. Now let's go sniff around in the business of Wizards and psycho cults with potential supernatural backing." He laughed, slightly nervous. "Never thought I'd say that outside of an Arcanos game."

"I've been hearing a lot about Arcanos—I really should try my hand at it," Miles remarked. He paid for his food and nodded goodbye to the others in the bar. "Let's go."

Tim nodded. "Okay, Watkins seems to had an Assistant, which is missing. He might know something useful and therefore he must be found." He told them as they walked. "The best way would be a tracking spell, for which I would need something from him, blood and the else. As we have neither f those we need to get some. As I was told he was someone who favored long hair, which means he must have lost some hais in the shop. Which, after the Forensics are through there must logically be at..."

"It's fun if you find good people to play with." Felix said as he headed out of the bar. "I haven't played it since college, pretty much. Hear there's a new version out, but I'm not as... eh, in contact with the community these days." Once outside, he walked purposefully down the street.

edited 6th Aug '11 12:45:16 PM by slowzombie

Tim slowly walked up to the Entrance to the Las Vegas Crime lab. As he saw the Guard at the Door he deliberatly slumped himself and let more of his native language slip into his accent. Smiling he walked up to the Policeman. "Guten Tag, my name is Franz Kaiser, I'm with the Hamburg Mannheimer Versicherungen from Germany."

Before the man could react he spoke further. "A client of us was...ermordet? I mean murdered a week ago. Now he had a Life Insurance in favor of some relatives in Germany. Sadly the whole 'Papierkram, eh Paperwork the European Union is making with its Laws and Regulations is very much work and does require to make sure it was indeed murder. If I could have a few words with your specialists in there for my report? Bitte?"

As the Guard looking into the building, maybe for a superior, Tim focussed for a moment on the metal detector at the door and muttered "Hex Hex", with the expected results of the machine dying messily. "I need only a Minute." He said to the Guard afterwards, smiling convincingly.

edited 10th Aug '11 12:37:56 PM by 3of4

"Go right on in, Herr Kaiser," the security guard said after checking in with his superior on the radio "Doc Harris is in the third room on the left,"

Doctor Harris was a small, but painfully thin person with large round spectacles. He was sat behind a metal desk with the case file already out in front of him. The wall behind him consisted of row upon row of metal trays that no doubt contained refrigerated corpses.

"Mr. Kaiser?" he asked in a thin, reedy voice that matched his thin, reedy body "It's definitely a murder we're looking at here. Take a look at this. I'll need you to sign this non-disclosure, it's still an open investigation,"

He pushed forward a thin piece of paper and tapped the bottom of it with his pen.

Tim did his best impression of a M.D. Signature and it was satisfactory unreadable. He handed the sheet back to Harris.

"I do appreciate the time you are taking for me, Doctor. May I ask if you did find something..irregular? Don't be afraid if it sounds too crazy, you wouldn't believe the things I see in the insurance buisness. There was onece the case in Stuttgart where somebody had filed sharp his canines, and declared himself to be an undead vampire and therefore he would now want is LIFE insurance."

Smiling friendly towards the Doctor, he slowly looked around, hoping to find the hair samples he would need. But until he found them the autopsy might yield interesting finds.

"Heh, you do get some whackos don't you?" Doc Harris said with a snort "Nah, nothing unnusual. Ligature marks suggest that his hands were tied, his throat was slit wide open. No other marks, beatings or scratches, which I suppose is strange. I would've called it a burglary, but the guys down at the station think that only one thing was stolen,"