10751/Margret LeFay's baby boys.

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Margret LeFay's baby boys.
Date of Scene: 16 January 2020
Location: Harry Dresden's Office, Kingston Falls
Synopsis: Thomas gives Harry his Christmas present finally and the pair sit and chat for a while./
Cast of Characters: Harry Dresden, Thomas Raith




Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry staggers his way out of his lab, black smoke rolling out behind him as he coughs, waving a hand in front of his face to waft away the dark cloud of noxious and smelly fumes. "Hell's bells, Bob! You didn't tell me it was going to do that."

"You didn't ask." retorts a voice from the lab. "If you had asked, I would have told you."

"I shouldn't have to ask!" screams Harry towards the room, coughing a bit more as he moves to open a window, or a door. Anything that will help air out the place. "If one of the steps to the potion is 'Explodes in a noxious cloud', then you should let me know these things."

"Oh grow up, Harry." says the voice from the lab, "It isn't like you are going to die or anything."

Harry glares at the lab, "That's it...invaluable or not I swear I am going to lock you in a vault for the next 200 years."

Harry opens the front door, sticking his head out and taking a deep breath of fresh air, muttering under his breath.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The door opens just as an impossibly good looking man is holding up his hand to knock on the door. As the smoke roils out the White Court vampire raises an eyebrow and the corner of his lip turns up in an amused little smirk. "Harry, you didn't try cooking a potroast again did you?" he asks in a tone of playful teasing. Thomas looks a bit amused and is holding a manilla envelope under his arm. "I was hoping you'd look over something for me, but if it's a bad time..."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Looking down at Thomas, Harry shakes his head as he uses the door to try and fan fresh air into the office and push the smoke out. "Not a bad time as such, no. I was just working on something that had an....unexpected....side effect." Harry mutters as he looks down the hall towards his lab, "I should have KNOWN it was going to do something like that, but I guess I FORGOT. It's something you would think that I would REMEMBER, but nooooo." exclaims Harry. "I guess that is what I get for using the carcass of a dung beetle. Anyway..."

Harry moves to the side to let the white court vampire inside, "Come on in, Thomas. Let me take a look, as long as it isn't photos of your sister..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"If you want pictures of Lara, all you'd have to do is call her and ask Harry. She isn't shy. She might even autograph them for you." Thomas says mildly amused using the envelope to wave the smoke out his own face. "Dung bettle ehh? And because I have a morbid sense of curiousity, I have to ask, exactlly what sort of Magical Potion, talismain, and or reminant would require you to use the carcass of a dung beetle?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
"I said I DON'T want pictures of your sister. The last thing I need is Lara thinking I have a thing for her." exclaims Harry as he moves into the office and starts walking over towards his desk. "Trust me, I know she isn't shy."

Sitting down in his chair, the Wizard steeples his fingers in front of his face as he rests his elbows on the desk. "Anti-tracking spell. It was the element I was using for the scent component."

"So, what is that? I don't do taxes." smirks Harry as he motions to the file. "Though if business doesn't pick up I may have to resort to becoming a CPA. Wizard CPA just doesn't have the same ring to it though."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles richly and shakes his head, "No, nothing like that. I wanted your opinion on something. Call it a Proof of concept." He says pulling out a few papers and offering them over. "It is what you might call a Magical suppression device. It's for my club. Simple explanation is that there are ten electrical trip switches around the main club. If more then three of them go off, it sets off the sprinklers. There is another in the basement far away from where any magic /should/ happen that will serve as a buffer... inc ase of a black out or some such."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Arching a brow, Harry reaches over and takes the papers. He start to peruse the first one, "So if someone like me came to your place of business and got 'riled up', the breakers would trip and the sprinklers would turn on, thus dumping running water down and disrupting magic?" Harry guesses as he looks over the first paper to see if he was right.

Turning to the next paper, the wizard shrugs a shoulder. "I might work, but the output of the water would have to be turned way, way up. Something like a normal rain wouldn't be enough. It would have to be buckets upon buckets, upon buckets.

Harry picks up the styrofoam coffee cup on his desk and takes a sip, making a face as the tepid liquid enters his mouth. "Ugh, nothing worse than cold coffee...oh, by the way, Buffy was here the other day. Brought over your 'Technology for Wizards 101' Christmas gift. Cute." a pause "Asshole."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, "It's just a precaution, but you know as well as I do, places like mine tend to attract sorts from all over the spectrum. I don't needs some half crazed sorcerer coming in and deciding that he wants to sling power around in my club. A little, or even allot of water is easier to replace then furnature." He smirks just a little bit, "And here I thought you /liked/ books." he adds and smirks, "Actually that reminds me, I have your other present in the trunk of my car. Mind if I go fetch it?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
"Other Present?" Harry says as his eyebrow raises questioningly. "Sure, by all means. Who am I to disparage you from giving me things, though I don't have anything for you."

Harry leans back into his chair and looks over the paperwork again, rubbing at the stubble on his face. "Someone slinging power around your place is going to have enough problems with your family, but you could do a bit of both, you know. Take a page out of Mac's playbook and stagger 13 tables, fans, and other things to disperse the random magical energies around on top of the sprinkler system."

He looks back up to Thomas, "I do like books. I didn't say I wasn't going to read it, just that you were an asshole for getting it. Unless it was from Buffy and she genuinely meant well, then I take it back...but your still an asshole."

Harry grins.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs a little and heads out to his car and comes back with a wrapped gift... It's about the shape of a hockey stick... and the size of a hockey stick... It's probibly a hockey stick... But as the Incubus turns it over to the other man the sensation of magical energy can be felt raditating off of it. "I picked it up in a curiousities shop. It had apparently belonged to some wizard up in Toranto."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry arches an eyebrow and chuckles to himself, "Let me guess. It is a toaster oven."

Harry reaches out and picks up the wrapped hockey stick, an expression of surprise when he feels the power coursing through the piece of athletic equipment, "Hell's bells, you found this where?"

Harry pulls the wrapping off the stick to get a better look, searching the implement for runes of power or something that would explain the energies that are radiating off of it. "Whomever it was that owned this before, I think this might have been their focus. A staff cleverly disguised as a hockey stick, who would have thought."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit. "A little store that dabbles in some arcane artifacts. Thier careful who they deal with and nothing to get your White Counsol up in arms about." He promises as he smiles with pleasure that the other man apparently likes the gift. "I mean I suppose it looks a little less suspisious then carrying a long staff through the city. Especially in Canada. You'r just going to or from a hockey related event." He reaches over and scratches the massive cat between his ears gently. "I wasn't sure if it would be of any use to you, but thought it was an interesting little curiousity.

Harry Dresden has posed:
"I am sure I can figure out something to do with this." Harry says with a chuckle, "I don't know, maybe carry it instead of the staff if I am trying to 'blend in'." Not that a 6'9" wizard blends in very well. He would be better off carrying a basketball.

"Thanks man, I appreciate it. I feel bad, I don't have anything for you. I didn't know we were on gift giving terms."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit, leaning back. "I was feeling generious man, don't sweat it. I saw the hockey stick when I was looking for a new table cloth for my apartment and thought it was something that would appeal to you that's all. No obligations." He tilts his head slightly and adds, "The book was just me being an asshole."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry grins.

"I don't know what you need with an arcane tablecloth for you apartment, and I don't want to know." Harry chokes out with a laugh. "Something that resists stains...of all kinds?"

Getting that thought out of his head, Harry looks back to he paperwork as he sets the staff to the side. "I wouldn't expect anything less of you, Thomas. Asshole is as asshole does. Thanks, I mean it. Tell Buffy thank you as well...but don't call her an asshole."