14849/Cursed silver

Cursed silver
Date of Scene:	25 March 2023
Location:	Harry Dresden's Office, Kingston Falls
Synopsis:	Harry gets a chance to talk shop with Clark, eat some Mac's, and see some odd behavior from his brother.
Cast of Characters:	Harry Dresden, Thomas Raith, Superman

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Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry is in his office, working on a file and frowning at it. If looks could kill he'd murder whatever is in the papers,"How does this add up?" he mutters. Laying next to him, beside the desk, the furry tank that most people call a dog snore lightly. There are large dogs and there is Mouse.

He looks back at the desk and sighs,"Good luck finding her too." he mutters to himself. The front door is open, letting in a breeze. Pinching the bidge of his nose he sighs again.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit from said doorway. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of the white suit he wears at his club. "Ahh paperwork, the bane of every small business owners existance. Be glad you don't also have to do payroll too." He hols up a brown paper bag that has gone almost transparent... "I swung by Mac's..."

Superman has posed:
Clark finds himself in Bludhaven. IT's all thanks to a Phone Book listing. The only Wizard in the book. He is walking up to the door. Opening up the main part, he starts to walking toward the door.

Standing in front of is Thomas, looking like a fashion model for a very overpriced cologne. Clark clears his throat, "Thomas," Clark remembers his name from the bar. "I remember you from Harlem. I cam here for Harold," he doesn't say "Harry." It's clear that's who he means. Clark is just being formal. Dull blue eyes hidden by black rimmed glasses with thick lenses. "How have you been?" they did talk a little at the bar. Not much, but enough for civlities plus some questions.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at the taller man, and an easy, merry laugh pulls free from him, sparkling in his bright blue eyes. "Are you now? He then turns to face his brother from behind his desk, "Oh Harold," he offers in a sing-song like voice. "You have a viiiiiisitor..."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry looks up from pinching his nose and sighs,"Playing connect the dots with all the people looking for their missing memories. The promise of for food is more than he can resist and motion Thomas to have a seat.

He turns his attention towards the new arrival. He nods and motions Clark to come inside as well, indicating the other chair,"I am well mister Kent. Harry is fine. I am easily confused lately it seems."
He looks at Thomas again and rolls his eyes,"Don't make me cook you tonight. I just got the office cleaned from the last time it caught fire."

Superman has posed:
"Apologies Harol-," he clears his throat and traightens up. "Harry," Clark barely catches himself. "Did you find those missing coins?" Clark asks idly. Does he have any idea the significance of those coins? Nope. It was hard to hear that part over people. Clark figures they're old coins, probably magical, but nothing to that degree.

Moving to sit down at the desk. "I wanted to check in and inquire about your rates, too." Although the reporter doesn't know if the coins, and their grasp, would pull Clark into its grasp somehow. Dull blue eyes look between th wizard and his brother.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises his eyebrow slightly at that statement as he hands Harry a wrapped sandwich, the smell of grilled steak, onions and peppers filling the air with their intoxicating aroma. He places a second one in front of himself and then a small to-go box down near the dog. "Eat that before Mistor smells it." He instructs 'The Brains of the operation'. When Clark speaks Thomas raises an eyebrow and an air of seriousness, one rarely seen by anyone but those closest to the man, falls over him. "You read a Muggle in on the coins? Not sure the Knights would approve. Or Gandalf for that matter."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Beside the desk the big dog opens his eyes and looks at Thomas. He turns his head to one side and Harry mutters,"Now you did it." The large dog rises, eyes on the bag that surely has steak in it. Thomas is about to enter a new level of trouble.
Turning his attention back to Clark he offers him a card and a sheet of paper with his rates on there,"That is a rough idea. It can go up and down as needed." He shakes his head and adds,"Sadly no. Thiry pieces of silver cursed with the souls of demons and fallen angels are decidedly difficult to find. The Vatican lost another one recently so as ususal they are moving backwards. There are only three knights of the cross at full strength and that complicates things."
He nods to Thomas as he manages to stop the disater that nearly happened. He considers and shrugs,"Sometimes you have to make a judgement play. I annoy Gandalf regularly. It's what I do. As for the knights, they will forgive me. It's what they do."

Superman has posed:
Clark sits there and simply says, "What?" he sounds aboslutely taken aback by it all. He stares at the wizard for a moment. Just utterly confused, and worried, such evils exist in the world.

However, what Thomas notices that Clark skips the whole, "Magic is real!?" part of the shock. Harry may notice this, too. However, it may be hard to notice head on when talking to the man directly.

"The what and the who?" Clark says with the same confusion. So, he definitely doesn't know the structure of various supernatural things. So, Clark -might- know of the existence, but not the inner workings.

The man with the dull blue eyes leans back in his chair. "That's what you were talking about in the bar?" he asks and there's shock on his face for a moment. Then an odd expression comes to his face. Rememberance.

Dipping into his pocket, Clark pulls out his cell phone. Pressing the powr butotn a few times. It's dead. Someone forgot the rule about technology. "Oops," is all he can manage to say, a chide to himself rather than Harry.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith looks amused slightly as Clark struggles with his phone. He'd left his own in his car...two blocks away. He has done allot to "Wizard proof" his own life, from Anti Magic defence in his club to a kill switch on his office desk that literally cuts the power to everything higher tech then a light bulb. He nods to Harry, agreeing with his younger brother's sentiment. "Better to ask forgiveness then beg permission. Nice to see you are learning from me." He says with a large smile, opening the bag further and pulling out 4 bottles of Mac's Dark. "Welcome to the dark side my friend." He says to the man in glasses giving Harry two of the beers and offering one to Clark. "It's a world just as real, just not as brightly lit. And those coins he's talking about? About as dark as they come. You hear word of them, you do what I do. You stay the hell away and call Superman over here." He says pointing his thumb at his brother.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Letting Clark speak for a bit, Harry takes a bite from the sandwich and opening one of the beers. He nods to what Thomas says about the coins and calling in a professional,"That might be a stretch." he comments about being Superman. He takes a drink and then switches his attention to Clark again.

"He's right about one thing. If you hear about one of them, run away. They corrupt the best of souls with promise of power only to take them for the proverbial ride." He pushes a notepad and pencil towards Clark if he wants,"Be careful who you talk to about this. Most will think you are crazy. I don't worry too much about that. I am a phone book listed wizard after all."

Superman has posed:
Clark looks at Thomas as he talks about the coins. He looks between them, "I-I-I have contacts in your circles," he says and shakes his head. "They never t-ta-talkd abou tthat," and Clark leans into fear. Yes, it's scary to hearing things like that do exist. However, it doesn't surprise him. Still, he can let ou that fear many just stuff deep inside and deal with -after- not before.

"Harry's Superman!?" Clark asks as he looks toward Dresden. "That means we've talked before," because Clark -will- pounce on this chance to separate himself from Superman. "You never told me. After all those interviews," this is -one- of Superman's publicists/interviewers of choice.

"I. . .I would only talk to my contacts in those circles. The people that go to the Oblivion Bar," while Thomas may not have heard of -that- bar. Harry has. Much like Mac's, but in a pocket realm. Neutral ground, just easier for people to show their true forms. If a "muggle" heard about that place they either met a really loose lipped magical user or one that trusts Clark. Either way, that place is the real deal and not talked about too much outside of magical circles.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith just laughs at Clark's confusion, though he has a near imperceptible eye twitch when Clark says the word "Oblivion." The sort of thing one might give upon hearing someone use the Chinese word for "That", and knowing they are using the Chinese word for "That" but also knowing what it sounds like. Still he shakes his head. "Nah, I', just teasing him. Harry is like Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket. IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket. He'll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done, and to hell with the consequences." The White Courtier smirks taking a swig of beer and says with honest fraternal pride. "Compared to my little brother here? Superman is a pussy."

Harry Dresden has posed:
There is a nod when Oblivion is mentioned. He smirks a little at the thought of being Superman,"I just try to do right by the ideas he puts out time to time. He's a hero, I'm just a guy that blows things up." Thomas bragging on him more makes him take another bite of his sandwich. Yes he knows the Chinese word in question.

He considers Clark again and nods,"Most people don't actually know about them. Only a handful of wizards and sorcerers. That or they plain don't want to believe it or get a hand into the mess of it all. The coins are scary truth. It tends to make people run." Shifting gears,"So were you needing to hire me or just saving information for a rainy day as it were?"

Superman has posed:
Clark notices the twitch, but doesn't comment on that. While Clark looks confused, deep down he knows why. Sadly, no one has told him the name of that bar in Mandarin to give a better name. Or that's what he surmises. Maybe the term "Oblivion" has a weird effect on Thomas. Although, Clark doesn't quite know times Vampire roots, either.

"I think that makes you pretty Heroic, Mister Dresden. Even if some consider you nothing more than Gandalf with a Hand Cannon, you still do the right thing," he gives the wizard a nod of respect. Then he stands up.

"I was going to ask. The Wizard Zatanna is a contact of mine. She has gone missing, if you see her, please let her know to find me," then he pulls out his own card. "But I can ask around my contacts about the coins. If I hear anyting, maybe I can help. The best way a reporter can," he says konwing it's not much, but it's something. Plus Clark can lean into other contacts, too. Harry and Thomas just don't need to know where those contacts take him.