Owner	Pose
Harry Dresden	The usual circus is running around. Mouse is laying on the floor next to Harry's desk snoring. Mister is prowling the hallway between the office and the apartment for some reason. Who can understand what cats think anyway. Lucky Harry is, as usual up to his neck in paperwork. He frowns thoughtfully and takes a few files in hand, studying the pictures in the files,"I really need to get a roommate that go get me a beer when I want it." he comments Mouse's direction. There is a snort/chuff from the over grown dog and Harry rolls his eyes.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane hasn't visited Harry in a while, but after some random chases involving invisible gremlins, drinks and major headaches, she finally decided it was time to pay Harry a visit. Too bad she's kinda hung over after crashing last night's party. She nearly bowls the door over in her way in. Good thing it's not locked, and rubs her sore red eyes as she peers around. "Yo Harry, got something for ya.."
Zatanna Zatara	Maybe it's because Harry's seen her do it before. Maybe it's because they socialize now and then these days. Or maybe it's just because it's *Zatanna*, but the Mistress of Magic has opted not to take the front door. Instead, another door in the apartment shimmers and glows before opening and through steps the sorceress. Dressed in black, snug-fitting jeans and a loose, silvery-white top, she looks freshly ready for a night out on the town. Maybe hit a few bars or... just stop by and visit the local Wizardly PI. There in the hall, a gift bag in hand, she crouches down and reaches out a hand for Mister as he prowls, offering some cheek scratchies before she moves on toward the office proper. "Harry," Zee calls out, "I came across something that might help you and Bo-" She steps through to see Faith and clears her throat a bit. "I should have called ahead."
Thomas Raith	Meanwhile, Thomas, who must have been right behind Faith, comes walking in. He himself is carying a brown paper bag that has gone nearly transparent with greesy goodness. "Harry, if you had to chose, would you go with Ginger or Mary-Ann..." He starts before he see's Zatana first and smiles, "Oh, sorry Harry, didn't realize you were with a client... and then he sees Faith and gets an absolute /wolfish/ grin. "Harry! I honestly didn't think you had it in you..."
Harry Dresden	Looking up from the papers, his eyes land on Faith first, since he hears her first. He raises a brow and asks,"Oh? Dare I ask?" he replies and indicates a chair at the desk. The sound of Zatanna in the hallway is a little surprising, but a few seconds before she says anything, the mountain of fur that is Mouse jumps up and runs for the hallway. Yup, she's about to get slurped...a bunch. He seems happy to see her for sure, though he does give Faith one hand slup on the run by. How can this night get any more complete? Why the arrival of his older brother and his question about Ginger and Mary Ann,"Mary Ann of course." he replies to his brother. He indicates Zatanna and offers,"Zatanna, my brother Thomas." he indicates Faith,"Fellow sophisticate and muscle Faith." He lets them figure that from there.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane pulls out a crumpled map with bright red markers on it and yawns sleepily. "Yeah, remember the memory demons? Think I've found their little headquarters. Some creepy cavern in the woods. It's a maze down there, gonna need yer help to track 'em...Down..." And that's when Zatanna just kinda pops out of nowhere, striding in like she owns the place! "What the hell? Who the heck are you?" she crouches a bit, hands balled into fists, ready to kick her out the window or something..When she hears a familiar voice that causes her to tense visibly. Spinning around she glares at Thomas, "The hell are you insinuating? That me and Harry are...?! Screw you.." she sneers, brushing roughly past him as she starts to head for the door. Someones in a bad mood..
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith chuckles, managing to side step the massive mountain of fur and fluff that is the moose name Mouse, setting the bag of steak sandwhiches on Harry's desk and offering Zatana a curious eyebrow lift, "So my little brother introduces me and Faith to you, but..." He blinks at Faith's reaction though. To be fair they'd been spending less time together lately, but she usually /got/ his sense of humor. He gives Harry a look that asks several questions in "Male Facial sign language". Still he doesn't follow... For one thing, if he did Mouse would undoubtedly eat his lunch. "As I was saying... but he doesn't introduce you... And if I know my brother that means something..."
Zatanna Zatara	The bag is held up and out of Mouse's way as Zatanna crouches to give the beast of a canine all of her attention. Yes, he's more important than some smelly humans right now. A good amount of ear ruffles and allowing him to lick her later and she straightens, fixing Faith with a look. It's a look that says both 'try it' and 'are you serious?' at the same time. Zee is a performer, of course she's good at expression. "He introduced us, *Thomas*." Zee's lips quirk into something of a smirk. Maybe she's playing to the theory or maybe she's just assuming *someone* should know her name. Doesn't everyone? Of course not, but even Zee has her moments of ego. Or, just, y'know, the first option: she's fucking with him. The bag is carried over to set on Harry's desk before him. It's a brightly colored gift bag with equally brightly colored tissue paper. "For Bob, but... I think you'll benefit too. I included an instruction card."
Harry Dresden	The chaos of many people in one place. Someone ies going to annoy someone else. He does nod before Faith get mad and agrees,"I remember the demons yes. We can look into it of course...." and then Thomas turns on his charm somehow. He raises a brow as she starts her exit, but he's not the best at curbing powerful emotions. He looks at Thomas and raises a brow, the wtf facial expression meeting his. He mouths the words,"What did you do this time?" then considers the fact that Faith is a little volatile at times and she is into some serious investigation so, maybe stress. Finally he looks to Zatanna and catches the looks she sends back to Faith. Yup, time to get new locks. He is curious though when she sets the bag on the table,"You know he hasn't shut up about you since seeing you. Now you come bringing gifts? For him?" He manages a wink though he's still trying to figure out Faith's reaction to Thomas. Startled by Zatanna is textbook Faith, but the rest not as much.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane pauses at the exit, taking a moment to scratch Mouse's ear, which calms her down a bit. Her eyes are still bloodshot and tired looking. Probably didn't get enough sleep or still hungover. Maybe that's why she's cranky? "Yeah, looks like you're busy at the moment, so let's talk later?" she nods to Harry then gives Zatanna a little wave. "Another witch huh? Seems the city's crawling with them these days.." she says by way of greeting, giving her a little smirk. Finally her dark gaze slides over Thomas, eyes narrowed slightly, an unreadable expression there. It's true she's been avoiding him a lot lately for..Reasons. For a moment, she seems to open her mouth as if to say something but then just turns and hurries out without a word to him.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith offers another look, which could most easily be translated from Martian to, "Not entirely sure, but nothing I can say at this point would serve any benifit so I will show the better part of valor and remain silent." To any non-Martian it looks like a head tilt towards the left shoulder while lifting that shoulder (but not the right one) in a half shrug. Still he gives more attention to Zatana, "Oh he said your /name/, which I might add is absolutely beautiful. But he told you I'm his brother. Told you our dealy departed Faith is an associate... and didn't mention what you are to him at all. Now ad to that you've apparently met Bob, which means he's had you down in his Laboratory," He pronounces the word La-Boar-it-tory, "And that means you are much more then a casual aquaintance... Which means my little brother is keeping secrets..." He turns to face Harry and clutches his chest dramatically. "I'm so proud."
Zatanna Zatara	Since Thomas makes it clear that everyone here is In the Know, Zee reaches into the bag and lifts out... a bowl. It's a strange bowl, even at a glance. And the metaphysically sensitive might feel power exuding from it. "This is a relic from Merlin's time," she explains as she sets it before Harry. "A scrying bowl. Kind of a useless one to most because it was used to spy on noble and royalty at their meetings." A beat as she looks down at the thing, shrugging. "It's attuned to drama... and apparently, in the modern world-" Blue eyes lift from the bowl to Harry. "that means all it gets is reality TV." Now, that said, she turns toward Faith and primarily Thomas, who seems intent on that which isn't expressly there. "Not just a witch," she notes for Faith. A gesture as she turns more directly to Thomas and "Gnikrow sehtolc" intoned and she changes into her stage wear: fishnets, top hat, and all. Zee strikes a pose similar to that on the posters used at the theater to advertise her show. "Maybe this is more familiar?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at the transformation, looking at the very least mildly impressed. He glances at his brother and says, "Make that /very/ proud." He says with a grin, though her perhaps doesn't recognize her by herself, he was never one to keep up with super Gossip, he recognizes real magic when he sees it. Then back to Zatana saying "Well I am Thomas Raith, Prince of the White Court, Proprietor of the Blue Lady, and this one's much better looking older brother." He grins wickedly and adds, "I'd offer to shake your hand but i wouldn't want to make Harry jelious..
Harry Dresden	"She's a good hand in a fight, but sometimes she can get a little volatile. The fact she can lift the rear end of a car has nothing to do with it." he comments with a shake of his head,"A little rough around the edges, but I think that's how she is able to fit into this mess." "If I paid you, would you stop before you say something truly stupid?" he asks his brother. Of course it is more or less too late for that as he jumps to all the conclusion possible were he the one in question,"There's beers in the ice box, how about you get one..." He smirks when he hears Zatanna recite some spell or another. A thoughtful frown when he clothes change and he lets his head tilt to the side like a confused dog. Speaking of. Mouse watches Faith go and then looks back at Zatanna as she changes clothes. He just sits there looking all slobbery and silly. Finally, because he can be slow for a detective, it catches up to him what she said and looks at the bowl again,"It's a television, without electricy?" he asks rather surprised. The reality tv thing might be a little over his head, but he says,"If he every gets let out of the skull, make sure you don't talk to strangers that are...well acting like him. He thinks he's a suave and debonair, but you saw. Usually I don't let him enter another person, but I have to make sure to make that clear if I let him out. Usually he takes an animal out for the night. Not Mouse, that might kill him just trying."
Zatanna Zatara	A snap of the fingers and Zatanna changes back. Or that might have been the intent of the wardrobe change all along; brief enough to make her point. Brushing down her blouse, she gives a faint snort at Thomas' own sense of ego. She's smiling, at least. "I am fairly certain he won't be jealous," Zee says, offering her hand out for that shake. Over her shoulder, she does cast a grin at Harry. "Yes, it's sort of like a television. Scrying bowl that was made by someone who obsessed over drama, so now it picks up... reality shows. Bob will love it." The warning does earn an arched brow, but finally she nods. "I'll, uh, do my best to keep that in mind."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks a little bit to Harry, adding "I like her Harry. I mean at least her magic words sound like real magic words. You ever seen him light a candle? Waves his hand at it and goes "Flick-y Bick-y". Easier to just carry a zippo if you ask me." H4e says with a smirk. When Zatana offers her hand to him though he shares another look with his brother, this one both eyes slightly widen with a single brow raised. Translation: Say something and I won't do it..."
Harry Dresden	Trying to ignore the Prince burying himself more, Harry studies the gift Zatanna brings, missing the return of her other outfit for the moment. He looks up at Thomas when his mind catches up to something and he sighs,"Thomas. Older is the key word." he offers the mild jab. When makes the comment about his zippo power Harry sighs,"Yes she has seen the flicky bicky." he admits. Her hand reached out to shake and Thomas looking at him. He knows that Thomas is just making sure it is OK and Harry wouldn't get upset or anything. He shakes his head and admits,"Do what you want. Just don't come to me if worse friends of hers than me come looking for you. It might be fun to watch, but I don't want to have to explain to your sister what happened." Yeah, no talking to the sister thanks.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs and takes the woman's hand and... Well imagine that first kiss. Not the bubling one where you and he idn't know what you were doing and bumped noses more then lips... That first kiss you /meant/. Imagine curling up under a warm blanket by candle light with a good book and a cup of hot cocoa. Imagine putting on a jacket you haven't worn in months and finding a $50 bill. Imagine sex and ice cream and everything decadent... That is what it is like...TO SHAKE THOMAS RAITH'S HAND!
Zatanna Zatara	"Gentlemen, might I point out that I am a very capable modern woman? I think I get to decide for myself whose hand I shake." Zatanna is actually quite observant, but there comes a point when the amusement is cut short. Plus, in most circles, *she* is the worse thing to come along when necessary. "It's not like Swamp Thing or Dr Fate care what I'm up to at any giv-" Ah-ha, that explains it. The cut short comment is not Zee swooning, much as Thomas may wish so. Instead it's an examination. Though not a powerful telepath, she's enough of one that she can poke, prod, and feel out what's happening. Is it a glamour? An affectation of memory? What Thomas receives in return is the mentalist version of a scientific study. Once the shake is over, she rubs her hand against her hip. "Well then, that's different."
Harry Dresden	"I figured you knew what you were getting into." Harry replies,"He's just trying to be a gentleman...in his way." He smirks a little as she doesn't respond the way more women do,"Magic is a funny thing Thomas. Sometimes it..." he pauses and looks at Zatanna,"Swamp Thing? Really? Some sort of earth spirit?" Not really overly jealous for reasons. He looks back at the present. "Bob will forever be your potential slave if you let him." he warns her and tries to move the conversation to maybe spare the ego of his brother or maybe he is more interested in the magic she presented,"One of you needs to tell me what a reality show is."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith for his part doesn't get anything from Zatana. Not telepathically or anything like that. He's not even trying to feed from her. that is just/.. well just the base level of what his Hunger does." He smiles and shrugs to his brother, "Well they come in two flavors, neither having anything to do with Reality. First is like a long running game show where they make contestants do silly and dangerious challanges to keeop from being eliminated... the second is a bunch of camera people following a bunch of famous people through their daily lives and everyone prtetending this is how they normally act..." He nods to Zatana and adds, "Still some impressive control you have there Zatana."
Zatanna Zatara	Chances are, Zatanna has encountered demons who do something *very* similar. But theirs is malicious, this isn't. She's just very, very stoic in many ways. Magic doesn't work if your emotions are out of control. Or it works, just not the way you'd want. The hand rubbing on her hip is enough sign that it *did* affect her, she's just controlling herself. "Swamp Thing is... well, I'd say The-capital-T Earth-capital-E Spirit-capital-S. He is connected to everything green. The seaweed at the bottom of the ocean. The rainforest. The grass out in the park nearby. *All* of it. One of the most powerful beings on the planet." She says all of this with a reverence for the power Swamp Thing holds. "I have a house full of magical servants. I don't need more. And yes-" a tilt of her head to Thomas. "That's about right. There's also the talk shows where they purposefully pit people in really dramatic situations. The 'you ARE the father!' shows." Blue eyes drift back toward the Elder of the brothers. "It's... vital in my line of work." Her tone tilts serious; losing the more light-hearted, bubbly quality it's had: If I lost myself because something made me feel butterflies in my stomach, people would die."
Harry Dresden	The idea of the television that can survive him and the idea of it keeping Bob quiet must both be appealing as he reluctantly pulls his eyes from it again, knowing the level of weird that passed between the two of them and not wanting to comment on it any more,"So thank you for the gift. I appreciate it. It should be enough to keep him quiet at least for a while. I can ever repay you for that." he admits. It's not everyone that resists Thomas' ability so she definately earns more points in the beyond interesting category. He smirks a little and doesn't pick at him about it, but later...anybody's guess,"By the way, it's nice to see you again. Thank you again for the gift."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith nods, "Meanwhile, there are five of Mac's best in that bag. Was planning two for me, two for harry and one for Mouse-a-saurus rex over there, but you can have one of mine if you want it Z." He says, moving to the fridge to procure a trio of the beers that Harry recomebed he fetch. "so are you on the White Cousol as well?"
Zatanna Zatara	"I'm sure I'll think of something," Zatanna says to Harry with a wink. Is she flirting? Maybe. Hard to tell. She has that sort of bubbly, ingratiating personality that is easy to interpret as flirting. "I've had one of those," Zee says to Thomas in regards to the beers. "Not bad stuff. Happy to share if you're offering." Stepping back a few steps, she leans her hip against Harry's desk, hands settling to either side and fingers curling over the edge. Not quite sitting, but definitely making herself comfortable. "White Council?" There's an arch of brow, then a shake of her head. "I'm Justice League. Superheroes, gods, and not a lick of magical sense half the time."
Harry Dresden	"If she were with the White Council do you think we'd be half this friendly?" Harry asks Thomas as he heads to the ice box. Harry looks at the gift once more and then back to Zatanna,"I'll be waiting." he manages. If he is flirting, he is really bad at it. Really bad,"As for the White Council. It is a group of magic users that think they are the first and the last word in all things magical. They have their positives, but not many." He frowns at the comment she makes about the Justice League without magical sense,"You'd think as many things as your and your allies have likely seen there would be someone besides you that understands magic. Swamp Thing not withstanding. I don't know much about the League beyond that, but that is pretty limited for magic understanding." He looks up at the departing Thomas and comments,"Grab some of the food out of the refrigerator for Mister or we might be locked in mortal combat trying to eat while the thug boss of the house decides to make our food his."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith first sets down the beers, letting the others chose while he takes each wrapped sandwich out of their bag so that again the other's can choose. Supernatural curtesy at it's finest. "Oh? So what has got you slumming with this low life?" He asks amused pointing his thumb at his brother with a smirk. While they pick he opens a can of tuna for the monster sized cat and smirks slightly, "$5 say within thirty minutes Bob has that thing turned into Porn hub.
Zatanna Zatara	"Oh, there's a couple of us the JL can call on when it needs it. It's just that, by and far, they are very... physical people who respond to physical things." Zatanna doesn't seem flustered by it; she just shrugs. "But it's also why we've made sure Justice League: Dark has a place. It's... sort of existed for some time now, but I'm bringing it more into the light." Hey look, a pun. "Not an organization that goes on patrols or whatever, but people on call to stop the end of the universe if and when it comes to it." As the boys begin gathering drinks and food, Zatanna pushes away from the desk and turns easily to drop into a chair before the desk instead. She crosses one leg over the other, watching both. There's a brief laugh for Thomas' comment. "I grew up in Bludhaven. The definition of slumming it." Don't tell Nightwing she said that. "It might pick up porn, but I doubt it. Not dramatic enough."
Harry Dresden	"Bringing magic users into the light could be interesting." Harry comments and takes one beer, sliding one to Zatanna as well. He pops his open and hmms thoughtfully after a long drink,"I like to try and bring magic into the light as it were. I put myself out there all the time." He motions the door with his advertisement,"So at least it will be interesting getting to know the other magic users in the League better." A looks towards Thomas and a snort,"He will certainly try every means he can to find it if he can." Harry agrees with Thomas,"So if I start hearing noises in the lab it better not be you." he teases at his brother. His attention back to Zatanna"Hopefully you're right. That's the last thing the little perv needs."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "As a former major share holder in one of the worlds premier purveyors of adult entertainment, I can tell you if you don't think porn can be dramatic, you are watching the wrong sort." he says taking the sandwich and beer that are left behind by the other two. When she mentions that she grew up in Bludhaven he smiles slightly, "You should stop by my Club some time... just don't use any magic there unless you want an imprmptu shower."
Zatanna Zatara	"There's a reason I don't have some... codename like so many in the League," Zatanna says, giving a small shrug. "A few reasons, really." She holds up a hand, ticking things off with raised fingers. "No family to be concerned about." Not counting her cousin but really, who does? "Magical threats don't really care about your name. And hiding in plain sight is often the best method-" she finishes this with a questioning glance to Harry. "Maybe I shouldn't. Magic is..." the hand that was held up twists, turns palm-upward. A small ball of fire appears above her hand. "like breathing." She closes her hand and the fire poofs out.
Harry Dresden	Shaking his head, Harry replies softly,"There are some magics that can hit on names. Some really heavy and binding magics. Things people can use to summon you to them." he explains,"Granted a lot of people know who Zatanna is, but you haven't told them your true name." he explains,"You know my name is Harry Dresden. Most people do." He takes a drink and points his thumb towards Thomas,"Even my brother doesn't know my full, true name. It's not that I don't trust him, I just don't tell people because I don't want them to be able to attack me on that level even inadvertently." He takes a bite of the steak sandwich and chews it thoughtfully, watching Zatanna for the moment. After he chases the bite with his beer he adds,"Not the least of which are the fae. They would be able to do bad things or severely annoying things just by knowing your true name." he explains,"I understand magic the way you are saying. It's like breathing to me as well. Even at times when I shouldn't, I feel it flow all the time."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith cracks his own beer, leaning back in the other chair and... Well he's eating but he's also watching the other pair. Perhaps scemeingt and plotting... or just really enjoying that sandwhich. He nods slightly as Harry explains the whole "True name thing, thoug he adds. "Well I may not be able to feel magic flowing through me and all that... but I can take a hot shower and enjoy Air conditioning."
Zatanna Zatara	"Anything that connects to a person can be used against them. Sympathetic magic. A name. A bit of hair. A favorite book or shirt." Zatanna's shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "It's what vigilance and good warding is for." She seems comfortable enough; reclining, sipping at the beer from time to time. There is a glance towards Thomas and a smirk. "As can I. I've wondered if it's just a different type of magic or if Harry is cursed, but in my experience... magic does not mean one cannot enjoy modern conveniences."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at Zatana's reply, a slight smile that he hiudes behind a beer. "Really? No, I've known a few Wizards who had trouble wuth most modern tech, though Harry is the only one I know that currently has a water heater orbiting the Earth..." He smiles, "Well if you have some magical access to hot water Z, I would consider it a personal favor if you would /kindly/ share it with my poor little brother. I can't think of a man more in need of a relaxing hot shower then him.."
Harry Dresden	"Everyone underestimates the upside to a cold shower." Harry murmurs before he takes another bite of his sandwich. He considers Zatanna for a moment and shakes his head,"Cold shower." he adds against mostly to himself. Aww, he might like her a little. "As for the other. I am probably cursed." he motions towards Thomas,"I mean you see what passes for family." He snorts and looks at Thomas, crossing his eyes like a true little brother should do to his elder brother.
Zatanna Zatara	"If you ever meet my cousin, Zachary- well, families are trouble, regardless." Zatanna seems to skip over the rest. At least temporarily. Maybe she isn't as stoic or chronically unruffled as she may seem. At this point she's keenly aware that Harry may have Feels. Fledgling Feels, but Feels all the same. "I do, in fact, have magical access to hot water. My home, Shadowcrest. It's all magic. Centuries of people like me growing up and training there, it has to be... resiliant." Here now she looks to Harry and not meeting his eyes *might* have more to do with some of the commentary than his fears of a soul gaze. "You're welcome to pop by any time."