5425/Sombody's Watching Me

Sombody's Watching Me
Date of Scene:	24 September 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Molly and Harry find that a rather novice wanna be gumshoe has been following them, questioning ensues
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Harry Dresden, Molly Carpenter

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Thomas Raith has posed:
IT's hard to say what is more annoying. The fact that a private detective is following behind out dynamic dup... or that it took so long to spot him. Certainly once he is spotted the man is impossible to miss. He looks like he stepped directlly out of a film noir detective serial. Rumpled trench coat, battered fedora that looks older then the man himself. And he looks black and white. SEriously, how much makeup does it take to make a man look like he stepped out of a black and white movie?!

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry Dresden sighs as he notices the man, he's had a feeling he's been being watched quite often lately, but hadn't really had the time and gumption to look into it, between dealing with the occasional visit by one Sorcerer Supreme w/guacamole, the return of an EX with a capital EX showing back up in town, and other things of romance and worry, finally though he spots the guy. "I've been being watched for the last couple of days, finally got a good spot on the guy. Have you noticed anything when you've been by yourself?" he asks in a quiet voice "Can you throw up a one way audio veil? Maybe have us expounding the virtues of Star Trek versus Star Wars?" he asks Molly as he walks along side her his senses reaching out to see if the follower is actually human, or something supernatural, his gut instinct going with supernatural due to the stereotypical way the man's dressing..

Molly Carpenter has posed:
"Wondered if that was a friend of yours," Molly remarks absently as she was currently reading her phone screen. Or... wait, no, it was completely black and she was using the reflection to sort of peer behind her as they walk. It's not like she could use a smart phone anyway without it fritzing to hell, but it was pretty normal to see someone her age with one in hand at all times. A cheap pay-to-go, and bam, she was set. "Sure, but you know Star Trek has so much more opportunity for expansion. I mean, seriously, Star Wars focuses on like ONE family..." The conversation goes on as she wiggles her fingers initiationg the audial Viel so that it sounds as if they were just chatting about idle, stupid things.

"We're set, Harry."

Thomas Raith has posed:
For what it's worth, the man is good. Really good actully. He follows close, but not too close. He takes occasional notes in a small hand sized notebook...the kind seen in those same Noir style detective movies... he also appears to be talking to someone, though who that is is anyone's guess. No one arround him appears to be replying or giving him directions. For what it's worth, he also doesn't appear to have notice that his tail has been made.

Harry Dresden has posed:
     "Yeah, but the scope of Star Wars is so much grander, you have an entire galaxy of stories to play with, not just the federation, or a small quadrant of the galaxy..."

    The conversation continues as they walk, "ok.. we're coming up on an alleyway, Think you can veil me long enough to get in there, /and/ create the illusion that I'm still walking beside you?" he asks as he quickly makes a plan.. "You can drop the conversation, act like your phone rang or something and you're talking to someone, then slip into the next alley I'm gonna invite our tail to come have a conversation with us." he says simply reaching into one of his pockets to pull out a small hollow steel tube about eight inches long...

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter sighs quietly at the questions. "Of *course* I can Harry. Your already covered with a double, and a veil. Just split off when you go. I'll meet you next alley up," she assures while thumbing over her screen completely unnecessarily. To the outside observer though it appears as if she's playing Candy Crush. Nothing like a little illusion. It was her forte though. The tall blonde woman continues to move along casually as if completely unaware of her follower. Just a whisper of, "Good luck," is given to Harry when they pass the alley he spoke of and she continues on with the illusion of another Harry.

Thomas Raith has posed:
If the man is something special, it's not something that apparently pierce veils. He doesn't react at all when Harry ducks away, and he continues to follow the Molly and 'illusion' Harry, barely even glancing down the alley as he passes it. When he does pass Harry however, the Wizard might note something odd. The man is talking to himself...or more accurately, narrating to himself, in a voice that sounds almost /exactlly/ like Humphry Bogart. "The tall drink of water was trying to keep up with the bombshell in converstion. From the looks of it, he could barely keep up with her attention. They've walked this way before, likely going back to that pub with the quiet bartender and the steak sandwhiches. Not bad sandwhiches, but gimmie Mickey's egg salad on white any day. MAna from heaven."

Harry Dresden has posed:
     Harry Dresden quirks his eyebrow, holding out the little steel tube and using a spell he's used around Molly a time or two.. "Frio" he softly whispers frost forming on the steel as he waits a few seconds letting the other man get ahead before he slips out and stealthfully makes his way towards the man, using a little of his magic to snap Molly's veil when he's just a step away from the man and a few feet from the next alley that Molly and he just turned down, Harry quietly sticks the steel 'barrel' against the small of the man's back. "Now, youse see, we got one way of this going down that doesn't have you on ice down at the dock in the morning, turn into that alleyway over there just like you were planning to.. Don't make any sudden moves, or it's curtains for you.. Ya see?" he says getting into the 'spirit' of things..

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter stops on the street a moment as the image of Harry is just... gone. She'd felt that little pluck of magic from him interfering with her own. Without a word she turns and ducks into the alley tucking away her phone into her pocket. It wasn't as if it'd go off any way. She patentily waits with arms crossed as she leans against a wall tipping her head curiously. What was Dresden up to?

Thomas Raith has posed:
The man's voice turns into a suddon bit of a quaver and he sounds young, perhaps closer to Molly's age then Harry's. "I--I haven't got much money man, the wallets in my left pocket. You can have it. Have all of it.." And then suddonly back to Bogart. "Someone told me once that yah ain't a real private Dic till the guy you were trying to get the drop on, get's the drop on you. Well, looks like I just lost my cherry." Then seamlessly, the scared youth again, "No need to do anything crazy man, please..." aaaaand back to Bogart. "He was bluffing, I was sure of it. Everything I knew after following this bloke for three weeks told me he wasn't the type to shoot an unarmed man in the back. Only two things kept me from blasting him. One, I knew he had a .357 medium barrel registered in his name. And two, while I was sure he was bluffing in my head, my gut wasn't 100 percent convinced."

Harry Dresden has posed:
     Harry Dresden guides the kid into the alley way, "I'm not after your money, but I /do/ want some answers. First, what's your name, second why have you been following us, and third, who put you to it?" he asks a bit of concern on his face as the kid does what he's doing, making him think the kid's just a looney that saw him on Larry Fowler a few years back.."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter is already in the alley watching as Harry leads in the guy that had been following them. Her head tips a bit as she regards him with an eyebrow raised. That's odd... the vibe she got from him. She dare not dredge deeper though--That might trigger a rather awful curse. "Seems like you've got this in hand, Harry. I'll watch for anyone else. Give a holler if you need me." That said she simply vanishes from view entirely with the activation of a veil. She's good as gone as she goes to stand guard.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"MY name's Henry Tenpenny," the younger man says, adding a moment later, " "That's Hank Dimes to folks that knows me. Aditedly there ain't as many of folks like that as I'd like, but a man's gotta earn his reputation in this city. he swollows hard, bites his lip as "Henry", before "Hank" adds " Rule number seven of being a private detective, never devulge the name of your cliet, not to anyone and especially not to the guy you're snooping him out for. But then rule number one is 'Get out alive no matter what. And Rule number one trumps the other rules every time." He takes a deep breath "Don't know his right name. Called himself Mr. White, but that's a lie. He wanted a detailed dossier on you.."

Harry Dresden has posed:
     Harry Dresden ahh's nodding, keeping himself behind the man as he listens.. "Client confidentiality is rather important for this line of work Mister Dimes." he says simply pocketing the tube as he reaches out "here, let me get this for you, you have a loose string on your coat here." he says as he snaps it off and makes to throw it away when in reality he's pocketing it. "Well, what do you know about me so far Mister Dimes? What've you been able to find out?" he asks curiously..

Thomas Raith has posed:
" Well, in fer a penny, in fer a pound as they say. He says stepping away and taking out that small notebook, flipping it to the front of it and reads outlout "Harry, not Harold, Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Private Investigator. Listed in the phonebook as a Wizard. Father was a stage magician, likely uses illusion and misdirection in his work. Not a bad gimmik really. Can't fault the man for making a buck." Again, the transition between one voice and the other is almsot seemless. "He's been known to do consulting work with the police, he's obviously skilled at what he does. Known associates: Carpenter, Molly. 21 years old, and apparently Dreden's apprentice. Blonde, brains, and busty. Girl's got the face of an angel, legs that belong on a B-22 Bomber, and curves that are more dangerous then sidewinder pass. Michael Carpenter, Construction worker. Sometimes runs around in some wierd Knight's Templer Cosplay. The man keeps his shoulders in seperate zip codes. Hope Dresden knows what he's doing boffing his daughter.

Harry Dresden has posed:
     Harry Dresden presses his thumb and pointer to the bridge of his nose.. "ok, right, right, right, right, but there hasn't been any Boffing done, and /that/ doesn't need to get back to your client, in fact Henry Tenpenny, if I hear that little rumor bandying around places I'll place you as being solely responicible for it getting out, and I'm sure you know I'd be able to find you." he says simply. "Your job's done here, make your way back to Mister White, let him know what you've found and call it case closed. You've been made and thankfully your mark wasn't someone that would kill first, ask questions second." he says moving to the side and motioning the guy to make like a tree and split..

Thomas Raith has posed:
The Private eye looks at Harry like /he's/ the crazy one. "I never said anything about you Boffing Mr. Carpenter. He seems like a happily married man in fact. Not only was this Dresden guy weird, but he also had a strange habbit of mixing his metophores. Made me feel all the guiltier for letting him get the drop on me. He sighs a bit before adding, "Alright, I'll go give him my report... Thanks for..yah know not shooting me in the back."

Harry Dresden has posed:
     Harry Dresden nods and motions for the guy to leave.. waiting for him to do just that, he pulls out the thread and draws a circle in chalk on the sidewalk, his first spell is summoning Toots to him, the dewdrop fairy having become a rather reliable 'vassal' over the years, once that's done and he breaks the circle to send his summons out, he draws another, this time around him as he starts to cast magic into the long thread he just pulled from Hank..