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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 28, 2011 0:52:24 GMT -5
-2 months have passed since that...strange trip that Martial had taken him on. Halt had taken a much needed break, and was currently in his luxurious manor in Chicago. He was lounging around one evening when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find a tall man carrying a long oak staff and wearing a long black trench coat. From what he could tell, Halt decided that he had seen a lot more than he should have for someone his age. Something about him forced Halt not to look directly at his eyes. The man carried himself with confidence, but at the same time caution. After a couple of seconds without the man introducing himself Halt asked "May I help you?"
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Post by lukuz13 on Feb 28, 2011 1:10:10 GMT -5
-The man in the trench coat made his way inside, with a feel of almost panic upon his movements.
"I am looking for something..." he added, seeming to ignore the man's question. Out of his coat, the man presented a piece of paper and a cloth, handing the paper to the man. Upon the scrap was a newspaper clipping, mentioning something about a murder when Halt examined it at a quick glance.
"There was a murder recently... I am on the case and my sources tell me you know something, or had some connection to the man." The man looked up now, noticing the hood over Halt's head, hiding his features. At this, the Man's grip tightened on his staff, along with the slight sound of grinding teeth as he added
"And I am Harry...by the way." he muttered below his breath.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 28, 2011 1:29:27 GMT -5
-Halt had heard that Noven had died. It had really surprised Halt when he heard the news, he had never expected him to get killed, let alone by a group of gang members. "Yes, I used to travel with the victim. They say that he was just murdered by a group of gang members though, what makes you think otherwise? And how did you find me? Oh, and my name's Halt by the way, not that you probably didn't know that already."
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Post by lukuz13 on Feb 28, 2011 1:38:22 GMT -5
-Presenting the piece of cloth, Halt recognized it from the suit whoever always wore. Right before his eyes, Harry held the cloth gingerly in his hand as he whispered
"segui votro testatum..." As if by Death's very whisper, the cloth began to float gently and moved towards Halt for a few moments, before Harry grasped it and softly held it once more. "It tells me you knew him... and the reason I have to think otherwise is because the scene had no evidence of a large struggle like a gang would make..."
"Or Noven..." Halt added, knowing the man wasn't one to go down easy.
"Then you support my theory...Halt." The wizard nodded briefly to him, holding no time for formalities. "I would like your assistance in this matter... will you help?" Harry grated his teeth at the last word. Help, he hated to ask for such a thing but he had no choice in the matter this time.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 28, 2011 1:58:20 GMT -5
-Halt had heard of this kind of magic before. This was the magic that was supposed to surpass his own kind in every way, using instruments to focus them, lest they completely go out of control. Who was this...Harry? "Right, well, you've just shown up at my doorstep claimed that you were investigating my friends murder, showed me that you have great skill in what I can only assume is magic. And now you're asking for my help. Well, I guess the only thing I can say to that is yes. Let's go find the bastard that killed my friend in cold blood."
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Post by lukuz13 on Feb 28, 2011 2:12:54 GMT -5
-Harry held up his hand, as if to say thank you, but refusing a handshake. Having heard his agreement Harry nodded, turning around and taking a seat in a chair sitting nearby against the wall, making a gesture with his hand to Halt as if to say "Join me". Once he did, Harry took a small moment of silence before following up.
"The body shows lacerations, deep cuts and wounds, the official report called them "knife and stab wounds" but Ive seen them before...this was no knife." Harry muttered softly now, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment, before saying it
"Demons." he spat with disgust, his grip tightening on his staff as he spoke.
-After a moment of assessing Halt's reaction to such a term, Harry added
"I need to know if you have had contact with the underworld at any point...black magic, summoning circles, hell a goth party would due at this point." Harry cracked the last word, referencing the fact that he had lost the trail for now.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 1, 2011 0:21:45 GMT -5
-Halt could sense that this man had run out of options. There was absolutely no other leads that he could track down. This man needed him. Halt stared into the man's eyes for a couple of seconds and suddenly he felt as though he were being pulled inside the man through his eyes. He knew immediately what he was seeing was the inside of Harry's soul. He could see the pain and suffering that he had gone through to get where he has. He saw all a huge conflict over his family. He saw that Harry was the kind of guy that would never show anyone how afraid or hurt he really is. He saw all kinds of things, stuff he never wished to see, stuff that was so perfect it made him want to cry. All of this happened in a split second and then Halt was back in his own body. He didn't know if Harry saw inside of his soul, but he knew that he would never forget what he saw in Harry's. He immediately knew that this man was going to become a powerful ally, and possibly a dear friend. "Yes, I have actually had some spiritual contact. In fact, I have had some for the past couple of weeks..." Halt paused trying to word it correctly without sounding insane. "Whenever it's late at night I'll hear these whispers from nowhere, muffled as if behind a wall or something. I try to make sense of it, but the more I try, the harder it is to hear....Any idea what that means?" Halt thought that this possibly couldn't have anything to do with the case, but he figured he'd ask anyway.
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Post by lukuz13 on Mar 1, 2011 0:39:30 GMT -5
His eyes, a Wizard's eyes, were capable of seeing everything a person is with one glance, Halt's soul, his past, flew past Harry's eyes. His childhood as a smiths assistance, how he pinned to create masterful weapons back then, only to be taken away by Richard, a strange Ranger who trained him brutally for years, day and night. Harry could almost feel the hatred Halt held for this man, burning up inside. It, however, allowed him to excel at his studies and even become better for it. Harry could feel a tug between the two, them both learning to hide away their emotions, both for battle and from others. Harry then watched as battle after battle in the Rangers Corp. flew by, Halt's skill at tactics and combat assisting him greatly. Finally all the information settled, Harry gripped the table as he slowly let his eyes open again, this time with a small smirk. He was in luck, though Halt was not talented in tracking, Harry, however, was, and was prepared to do so should the time arise. After the gaze, Harry looked to Halt nodding, as if signifying the transition had taken place, before speaking, now with a friendlier tone, though not far from the original of course.
"That is a good start" Harry nodded to Halts experience with the noises.
"Now...I just need a little more..." Sitting there he seemed to ponder for a moment before looking up at Halt, with the same straight face and asked
"You wouldn't happen to have...some pizza would you?"
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 1, 2011 1:23:47 GMT -5
-"Pizza?" Halt asked quizzically. "Sure I've got some leftovers from last night. Here let me go get them." He left and went to the kitchen, searching for the box he had leftover from last night. He found it buried under some other trash, pulled it out checked to make sure there was still some left. There was, so he went back to give it to Harry. "Pepperoni all right?" Halt asked jokingly.
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Post by lukuz13 on Mar 1, 2011 1:43:07 GMT -5
Watching Halt return with the box, Harry took it in hand. With a small smirk, Harry nodded
"Perfect." Setting the box on the counter top, Harry held one of his hands over the box, as if concentrating, before opening his eyes, mouthing a word Halt couldn't quite hear. Looking over at Halt and spoke
"Halt...meet" *with a small sigh he added* "Toot."
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 1, 2011 17:35:18 GMT -5
-All of the sudden a crackling ball of blue light shot through a nearby window, dive-bombing straight for the pizza. When the light hit the food source, it disappeared showing a tiny little....what could only be described as a pixie in it's place. The little pixie wore little pieces of scattered trash that had been formed into a form of armor, with a Pepto-Bismol bottle as the torso. He also carried a plastic orange box cutter strapped to his waist. The second that he hit the pizza, he started devouring it, eating more than what seemed physically possible. When he was finished, there was a rather large bump forming in his stomach. Only after he had finished gorging on the pizza did he notice the two people standing over him with disgusted looks on their faces. He immediately recognized the 'Za Lord. But this strange newcomer with the hood over his head looked dangerous. Toot immediately drew his box cutter and brandished it at Halt screaming "Back off foul enemy, before I run you through. You will not harm the 'Za Lord, while I, the captain of the 'Za Lord's personal guard, am around to stop you!!" He shot straight towards Halt's face.
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Post by lukuz13 on Mar 1, 2011 17:57:33 GMT -5
As the little beast darted for Halt, Harry held out his hand, stopping the pixie mid-charge and pulling him in front of his face.
"Calm down Toot." Harry spoke with a small sigh following his words. "If I am ever attacked in a Italian Restaurant, then I know you will save me." Harry waved his hand now as if making a big gesture, freeing the little beast. "He is no enemy Toot, I need some information, I have reason to suspect Demons may be involved in a recent murder, can you tell me if any have been active in this area recently?" After he asked the question, Harry turned to Halt, nodding as if to say listen closely.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 1, 2011 19:52:47 GMT -5
-Toot saluted and said "Yes, sir! I have heard that some demons escaped from the Nevernever and went on a killing spree. They killed 3 people I think, all in the same night. I don't know their names, or what they look like. My informants are too scared to give any more information away. I apologize thoroughly sir!"
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Post by lukuz13 on Mar 1, 2011 20:25:37 GMT -5
"Damn..." Harry cursed under his breath, tapping the staff once on the floor looking down thoughtfully. "I think I'll need to call Murphy." Harry murmured mostly to himself. "Thank you Toot, that is all for now." he dismissed the small pixie with a wave of his hand then turned to Halt.
"I need you... to make a phone call for me." He began, a small delay as if realizing how strange it sounds coming from him. "To Murphy, a policewoman I know... ask her about recent murders in the area and cause of death, then we should have a lead."
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 1, 2011 23:07:10 GMT -5
-Halt kind of looked at Harry strangely for a second. He had heard weirder requests, but this one kind of took him by surprise. Maybe this guy was actually slightly insane. I mean, who asks somebody else to make a call for them? All of these thoughts and many others were flying in Halt's head as he went to the phone to call the number Harry had given him. He dialed it in and waited a couple seconds. The voice that answered sounded like someone who had a lot of stuff to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. He didn't know what was agitating her, but he guessed Harry was involved in it someway. "Sergeant Karrin Murphy, Chicago PD." The voice answered tersely. "Hi, my name is Halt and I'm calling on behalf of a Mister Harry Dresden." Sergeant Murphy sighed at the mention of Harry's name and Halt knew that they must be friends. "What has he done now?" She asked a with a bit of a bored tone. "Well, he's investigating the murder of one of my companions. He has information that says there were 2 other killings and he wants to know where they're located." Halt was reading all this off a piece of paper that Harry had quickly jotted down on. "Where did these killings take place?" Sergeant Murphy asked quickly. Halt told her Noven's address and gave her a description of what happened to him. "Hmm, yes I think we had 2 other reports of gang murder in that area. Hang on, let me find the file." Halt could hear her rustle through many different stacks of paperwork until she finally found what she was looking for. "Ah, here we go," she said as she picked the phone back up, having dropped it in her search. She told Halt the address of the other two killings. Halt thanked her and hung up. "Okay, we got our other two victims." Halt said as he handed the sheet of paper he had jotted the addresses on to Harry.
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