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[harrythelizard]

Who; Harry Dresden (harrythelizard) and you!
What; September log (various places) (prompts in comments)
Where; Around town
When; Throughout the month of September
Warnings; None at the moment, but I’ll update as necessary

Locations are various, prompts in comments

If you’d like a personalized prompt or have something you'd like to do with Harry, contact me on plurk (vikael) or Discord (vikael#0221)

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Early September; Market District

[harrythelizard]

It came to Harry’s attention very quickly that money was going to be something he needed. This city, also, had the added bonus of actually taking a professional wizard seriously. At the very least, he’d be able to avoid the usual spam calls he received, the pranksters, the people asking if he was actually serious. He wasn’t expecting too many people to show up at the doorstep of the modest shop front he’d found available in the Market district begging for the sort of aid only a guy like him could provide, of course. He wasn’t the only practitioner of the Art around here, enough people buzzed with the sensation of power around them to tell him that, but no one else was hanging a sign over their new shop front that advertised “Wizard Services”, either.

After that was finished, he moved inside to retrieve an easel sign. The text there in chalk isn’t the most artistic, the handwriting is pinched but legible, and displays the following:

Wizarding Services;

• Consultation
  
• Lost Items
  
• Talismans
  
• Potions
  
• And more! (inquire within)

Afterward, he heads inside, turning a sign hanging on the door outward from “Closed” to “Open”.

Inside, people won't find a shop filled with display cases of talismans. Instead, there is a desk across from the door, comfortable chairs in front, a nice and welcoming fireplace, and a door on the other end of the small but welcoming space labeled "Employees Only".

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis had just gone shopping for food and was perusing the different stalls in the Market District. Not much changed day to day but he still liked to take a few extra minutes here to go from 'work mode' to 'home mode' even if the chocobo ride cut so very much off of his usual commute.

He was just passing by when he saw someone turn a sign on a door that proclaimed the business was now open. And curiosity led him to read it. He smiled as his green eyes read through the list, recalling the witch's shop that she had set up although she was gone now unfortunately.

And one word caught his attention which was 'Potions'. That one alone made him go inside the shop and take a look around as he changed the position of his hand on the bag with food inside of it.

Of course the inside was nothing as he expected. The comfortable chairs and the fireplace were quite welcoming, and it was all set up pretty well. He hadn't seen the proprietor as of yet, but he did take a moment to glance around.

[harrythelizard]

While Harry certainly could have set up a spell that alerted him to someone entering his new establishment while he was in his lab in the back, a good, old-fashioned bell worked just as well and took a lot less effort. He made note of the combinations he'd made for the last potion he was experimenting with, missing his magic computer/spirit friend who stored all his notes for him back home, and headed out front to greet a customer.

For all the surly reputation wizards had, Harry knew being friendly to potential clients was the number one way to make money and he smiled amicably when he stepped into his meeting area.

"Good afternoon, sir. I'm Harry Dresden. How can I help you today?"

[faithfulsupport]

Seeing someone coming up to meet him, Ignis turned and took a look at the other man. Well this one had manners which was always a good sign in his own book so he smiled in turn. "Good afternoon. I was just passing by on my way home when I saw your sign stating that the establishment was open. So I though to stop by and see what you had for sale."

Usually Noct did all the shopping and the talking back home, but Ignis could handle it just as well and had for just about a year now.

Wow, time certainly passed when one was having fun.

But for now, he had mentally noted the fireplace. That was definitely a thought for a home.

[harrythelizard]

Harry had manners to a point, and that point generally around the time someone started being a bully or threatening the people he considered to be his. A fierce loyalty to protect the place he'd come to call home drove most of Harry Dresden's actions, and while he was starting to feel welcome in this place, at least by most, it didn't feel quite like home yet.

He nodded a response, looking around his office. "Well, what I sell depends one what you need. Magic can't solve everything, and sometimes people need more advice than they need a talisman. Is there anything bothering you, or something you're worried about?"

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis could only smile. If only magic could solve everything, but of course he well knew it couldn't. It couldn't save King Regis or the kingdom of Lucis, or even Noct's intended.

And if this man in front of him wanted to get right down to business, he could accept that. "Not at all actually. I'm here because the sign on your door mentioned potions so I came in to inquire about them. Are the ones you refer to used for healing?"

Because that would really help him out.

[harrythelizard]

"Healing potions, huh?" It was delicate work, convincing the cells of the body to replicate faster than they were designed to. Rapid cellular growth was exactly the type of Big C disease for which there still was no cure.

"That depends on what sort of healing, and what exactly you want it to do."

[skyward_eyes]

He could sense it. Nida was just there, walking through the streets on the way back home after an overnight shift, and he had sensed it. Siren had woken up in his mind, her power calling to him, her voice a song that wove through his mind, demanding attention. When her attention turned, Nida's did as well, looking to a shop that he'd seen before was going to open.

Wizard. The term meant nothing to him. But potions did. And all of it pinged off of the sense of magic that Siren granted him in a way that had Nida's whole path turn toward that door. So he started walking and pushed through the door and then looked around.

Yep, his head was almost buzzing with the power here. Nothing particularly laid out, but he could still sense it in the air itself.

"I don't know what I was expecting," he said as he entered, "but it wasn't this."

A desk? Chairs? Weird.

[harrythelizard]

The plain, ordinary bell he'd installed on the front door to alert him in his laboratory in the back when he had a customer chimed and he moved to the door, pausing as he reached it. That was when the power hit him, brushing over his own aura like a tidal wave. What the Hell just walked into his shop?

He took a moment to steel his reserve, to call to mind a few phrases of quasi-Latin and corral the uncertainty he was feeling about whatever just walked into his new office into something he could sling into a spell or two, slapped on what he hoped was a friendly customer service smile, and opened the door.

"Sorry for the wait." Nida wasn't what he was expecting, but he was definitely the source of the Powerful Big Thing he'd sensed walk into his office. "I'm Harry Dresden. How can I help you today?"

[skyward_eyes]

Nida would be shocked to find that he really struck a cord as a powerful thing. Of course, if he'd understood that it was actually Siren, well he actually would have been pleased. He loved that she might be so strong, his guardian, his partner.

The man pings hard on his Siren-gifted senses. This was the source of the power. He felt like Illyana, but... Perhaps more earthy than fiery.

"Hello Mister Dresden. I... I came to figure out why this place was ringing so loud in my head. I'm told it's you."

[harrythelizard]

"You're told, huh?" Something about that phrasing struck Harry as odd, enough to get him to move closer, gazing somewhere around Nida's nose. He didn't want to meet his eyes, to be sucked into a soul gaze, without knowing what it was about Nida that made him register as such a powerhouse, and he didn't want Nida to get a measure of him, either. He offered a hand in greeting, though, prepared to reach out his senses with the physical touch.

"Yeah, wizards tend to have a presence; comes with the territory."

[skyward_eyes]

"I wouldn't know. I've never met a wizard," Nida said. "Only sorceresses and witches."

One witch with stars for eyes and pulsating blue power in his heart and Nida could remember nothing more of the man he had loved and lost. Instead he absolutely reached out to take that hand and shake it. He had no clue that a measure of him could be taken with merely a touch. Of course, he need not worry about that, not at all.

Because any push to read him, any senses reaching out to try and get his measure, would only serve to arouse the attention of a guardian force. While back home Siren wasn't the most powerful of the GFs native to his world, here she was the only one, so she could easily be called the best. No matter how good or bad she was, she was still a raw elemental force, a wellspring of magic and power, perhaps even a fragment of the long dead and shattered god of his world, no one really knew. What mattered was she was protective, and any invasive senses might likely be met with her awareness, with the rush and roar of waves and winds slamming against a rocky coast. And to punctuate it all, the discordant sound of a harp not being played for music but for noise, and the sense of being buffeted by wings.

Of course, there was always the chance that he didn't press his senses, in which case there would just be a pleasant, firm handshake.

[harrythelizard]

"Well, we're basically those, only men." Not that Harry had any idea what that might suggest about him to Nida. He was more intent on what was inside him, because that physical touch told the wizard that much: there was something inside this perfectly normal human, and by the familiar feeling there, it had been invited. It was powerful, possibly ancient, but benevolent. If he wanted to get anything else, he'd have to open up his Sight, and that was a can of worms he'd rather leave on the shelf for now.

He does smile, though, thinking of his own recent quasi-possession, and the hole he still felt where the fallen angel's shade had dwelled.

"So, this is probably forward, but did you know you were possessed?"

Mid September; Market Stalls (Shopping for Supplies)

[harrythelizard]

One good thing about living in a town so rife with magic is the availability of spell components. Back home in Chicago, he typically had to do a lot of his own collection, whether it was capturing sunlight in a prepared handkerchief or bottling mice scampers, ingredient collection had been a tedious necessity. Awesomely, things were traded in the market district that he never would have dreamed of finding back home, and seeing as part of his new-found business was the creation and production of talismans of various persuasions, he can be found regularly browsing the stalls filled with more curious wares.

By all appearances, whenever someone happens upon him, he seems to really be enjoying the shopping, smiling, muttering to himself about something he’s found and how it could be applied. Harry’s a magic nerd. So sue him.

[monochromatically]

Mono was ‘practising’ today. What he was practising was an odd mix of his sneaking abilities in hopes of impressing his soon to be teacher, and travelling through the market streets quickly and efficiently to impress his soon to be boss. It was kind of fun, and really… What else did the kid have to do here? Even if someone suggested he attend some kind of school, he’d be rather against that, for obvious reasons. Learning stuff himself or from people on the go was easier for him, and there was always a nice escape route.

In trying a few different paths to get from point A to point B a little more conveniently, depending on the time of day to make carrying messages or small packages faster, he happened to notice Harry.

Well… He couldn’t have not noticed Harry. The man triggered some caution alarms. The man was very tall, and very tall was kind of intimidating. Yeah, Mono wasn’t as small in this world, but he sure did feel it when he walked by the man earlier. The man seemed to be having a good time, though, talking to himself about all the weird stuff he was picking up.

Which was how Mono had gone into sneak and observe mode when someone caught his interest, though usually he’d have spoken to them on the network or something first… But today was a very slow day for the kid, and he wanted to see if he could figure out what was going on. So Harry might get the vague sense of being watched, but when he turned, he would only get the barest glimpse of a shadow or a trench coat flapping around a corner if he was very lucky.

[harrythelizard]

Harry's first thought is not of course that he'd acquired a strange shadow. The markets were busy and he thought, more than anything else, that he'd glimpsed a pickpocket as he'd turned from the latest stall, pocketing the crisp white handkerchief he'd just purchased as he did so. They could be used for a lot of things, but this one he planned to use to capture the first light of dawn.

Pickpockets needed to be caught, of course, and so he went into detective mode, moving through the crowd as much as he could in the direction of the motion, but stopping every now and then to go back to shopping in the hopes that if something was tailing him, it would stop to watch again. It was on on the third try that he caught sight of a trench coat billowing around a pillar before it was gone, moving in the direction of a side street. He Listened, moving his mind away from the bustle of the market streets to the side street his query seemed to have ghosted down, checking to see if the fleeting figure made for the roofs. When he was satisfied they hadn't, he raised a hand focusing on the far end of the side street, envisioned his intent, and uttered the words "Ventas pari." His will solidified the air into a soft wall, something soft for the fleeing to run into, and he stepped into the side street to make sure there was no escape his way, either.

[monochromatically]

Mono thought he’d been doing pretty good at his sneaking. The man hadn’t acted like he was on to him or anything. In fact, it was actually kind of interesting to see what the guy bought next as he moved from one place to the next..

Every time Harry would turn to look in his direction, he ducked around a corner or behind a stall quickly. The third time seemed like a bit of a close call, though. So he decided to be a little more cautious and resume his game after he passed down a side street, hoping to avoid further detection. Only… “Huh?” He mumbled as he ran face first into something a little more solid than one would expect, considering nothing was there. Clumsily bouncing off of it and landing on his butt, staring at the seeming nothingness in dismay.

That was new. Very new. Mono was not a fan of this new thing. He was even less pleased as he pushed himself back to his feet to go the other way and find that the tall man was standing at the end of the road, blocking his way out. The kid hesitated, staring for a moment before he did what he was best at. Finding other means of escape. Running not for either opening, but for a wall with a drainpipe trailing up it. Harry got to watch as the kid began pulling himself up rather quickly, sometimes digging his feet into a break in the stonework on the side of the building to boost himself further. Clearly, he’d done this before.

[harrythelizard]

And Harry was no stranger to chasing people fleeing from him. He was going to aim really high of the kid at the drain pipe, because he didn't his rod or his staff with him at the moment and hitting the kid with an unaspected blast of pure magical energy seemed like a terrible way to make friends. He took two, very long strides (he was tall) toward the wall Mono was scaling, reached a hand out toward the top of the pipe, pulled together his frustration at this kid who kept running away, shouted, "Frozare!" and a solid piston of energy struck the pipe at its top bracket, sending the fastener and a bit of rock flying. Oops.

He was going to do his damnedest to make sure he was there to soften the kid's fall if he lost his grip.

[monochromatically]

Oh, Mono definitely had noticed the man was tall. That was part of the issue, really. Tall people… Truly tall people? Reminded him a lot of people in his world and while most of them were probably as nice as everyone else was in this world… They were the few who still made him nervous.

So.

This had definitely been a bad idea.

A very bad idea.

Following the guy around to get a read on him to see if he was nice had backfired quite spectacularly. Mono let out a yelp as the blast jolted the pipe, scrabbling to keep a hold of the pie and a foot-hold against the wall, but inevitably slipping away and falling in his panic. He sure was looking forward to those climbing improvement lessons he’d recently been offered. It wasn’t like Mono wasn’t used to falling from heights; it happened now and again, but it was never fun and could put him at a disadvantage very easily.

Closed → Ivy Tamwood

[harrythelizard]

Even as he headed to her apartment, hoping she was there, everything in the logical part of his mind was screaming at him this was a bad idea. The last time they'd talked, they'd even agreed it was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. No amount of magical prodding he'd done had suggested his inability to stop thinking about her was magically or supernaturally induced, either, and while Harry Dresden could be exceptionally stubborn and hard-headed, in the last few weeks, another voice had joined the chorus. An annoyingly familiar voice he'd come to look up to, at least in some ways.

Thomas would tell him that yes, Ivy was dangerous, but he would also note that Harry was dangerous too, and that Ivy's nature suggested she would better be able to protect herself than a normal person would. He'd also note that unlike some people, Ivy didn't take a little piece of your soul every time she had sex with you, so she was definitely a better option to date than he would be. Harry retorted that they only pretended to be a couple, and then he chastised himself for talking to himself and also for being homesick enough to fabricate a conversation with his vampiric half-brother.

What would Thomas do? Drink a lot and lament his lot in life, but he'd also tell his little brother to get off his ass and talk to a girl he liked because blah blah blah you need to get your feet wet again, blah blah blah. It also helped that just talking with Ivy made him feel at least 10 years younger and a lot lighter. He couldn't tell if that was hormones or emotions, but he got the sneaking suspicion it didn't matter. Either way, here he was, knocking on her door one random afternoon to see if she wanted to have lunch with him.

Maybe he should have called first.

[neurotoxicity]

Lately Ivy had done nothing but avoid people. There were a lot of reasons for that, at the top of the list was the fact that she had taken a bit of blood a while ago. Nothing too bad, nothing too out of control, but enough to have made her feel ashamed enough to just hide away. It wasn't something she'd wanted to do, but after her run in with he plant version of her "master" she hadn't been left with much choice. Not if she'd wanted to come back to her senses and heal. The fact that the thing that had pushed her over the edge had been something wearing the face of Piscary made everything all the worse.

The problem was that once she'd started she had a hard time going back. More. There was always a desire for more. It wasn't just a desire for more though, it was a desire for more from someone specific and she wasn't about to let that happen. Not any of it. Despite Watt's words to her she was still hesitant about everything involving Harry Dresden. She couldn't convince herself she actually deserved a decent relationship and she couldn't convince herself that it was actually possible for her to have one with how screwed up she was. She couldn't convince herself that a relationship in a place like this could even work, despite having proof in Watts that it could. Maybe that was just her trying to self-sabotage though. Kisten did like to say she did that and a tiny, tiny part of her was starting to think that he was right.

In the end everything just ended up back at it being a terrible idea to associate with him. Plus, she'd convinced herself both of the feelings they had probably came from her vampiric nature. Which meant she was patently ignoring Watt's point about using the network to tell if feelings were being manipulated somehow. She was exceedingly good at just ignoring things that could be good in her life. Now that was definitely something to wallow in.

Which was exactly what she was doing when she heard a knock on her door. Visitors weren't exactly something she was used to so she hesitated for a few knocks before making her way to the door to open it up. When she saw who it was she immediately regretted both opening the door and not grabbing a sweater or something to throw over her black tank top. She shook her head in a vain attempt to use her long black hair to cover the numerous scars around her neck that she usually kept hidden.

"Uh," uh. Brilliant. Great start already. She pursed her lips and bit down on her lower lip revealing just the briefest glimpse of her fangs. "How can I help you Mr. Dresden?"

[harrythelizard]

"Mister Dresden? Really?" He knew he was dropping in unannounced, and even if he hadn't been, with his track record of appearance when someone came knocking at his own door, he was hardly a judge of her own. Besides, most guys really don't care what you're wearing in the first place. He was an observant guy, and he did notice the scars near her neck. After their talk, it shouldn't be a surprise, he knew what Piscary had done to her, but there was something different about seeing it, something that made it more real, and the desire to protect her surged up in the back of his mind.

Whoa, tiger. She's calling you by your surname. Maybe get her to call you Harry again before you start swearing yourself as her protector.

"I, uh," now that he was here, he realized he probably should have figured out exactly what he was going to say before he knocked on her door. Be yourself, right? Harry Dresden was usually way more prepared than this. "I know this is sudden, but I was in the neighborhood, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch." In the neighborhood? You live here, Harry.

[neurotoxicity]

"In the neighborhood? Really?" she said with a tilt of her head and arch of her eyebrow. Maybe mimicking his really with one of her own wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. But really, did he expect her to believe that? No, he knew how stupid that sounded. His nervousness permeated the room enough that she could almost see it. Or maybe it wasn't nervousness, maybe he was just this awkward. Strange how it was almost endearing.

"You come through the neighborhood often?" she bit down on her lip again in an attempt to hide the smile that threated to creep it's way onto her expression. The question gave her pause and she shifted her position, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the doorframe.

"That depends entirely on what you have in mind for lunch." The smile finally came through though it looked much more like a smirk than a smile. It hadn't been her intention to make her voice sound so sultry, but that was exactly what she'd done. Was filtration really her instinct now? In the back of her mind a voice asked her if she was just looking for a potential meal, something more meaningful than what she'd had. The whisper was loud enough to give her pause. Pull it together, Ivy and stop overthinking like this.

[harrythelizard]

He returned that smile she struggled to mask with a lopsided grin of his own. It was hard not to feel a small surge of relief that his awkward suggestion was successful. Score one for the wizard.

"Every once in a while, you might have seen me around."

His eyebrows rose while his libido reminded him it had been a very long time at the sound of her voice. Stars and Stones it'd been a long time since a woman had talked to him like that when she wasn't trying to eat him. She wasn't...was she? The logical, self-preserving part of him voiced its concern, but he shoved it down. He could hadn't her if things got out of hand. Right? Right.

"Well, I was thinking a steak sandwich and fries, maybe, but if you had something else in mind..."

[neurotoxicity]

"Here and there," she said with a chuckle that she tried to hide with her hand. It was only after she'd assured that he wouldn't see that she'd chuckled at his joke that she moved her hand to her hip.

"I could have a lot of other things in mind." She flipped her hair back and gave a throaty chuckle. "But steak and fries may be a good start. Especially if there's ketchup." There was probably something ironic about a vampire liking ketchup. Luckily she didn't spend too much time thinking about irony. "Let me throw something nicer on." The voice in the back of her mind told her to just say no, that this was a bad idea. It was a voice she just ignored.