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Harry Dresden	It is quiet in the office this morning. A tall, weary looking man sits behind a desk. When the door is approached certain wards flare, but this is a place of business so they seem to be a passive thing at least for now. The wards are the least of someone worries right now as laying on the floor, looking at the passerbys is a dog. A massive dog. Tibetan mastiff massive dog. For those with mystical sight, the dog is clearly powerful in his own right. In some ways, he is more powerful than most mages and mystics. If someone is really sensitive, they would recognize him as a Fu dog, ancient defender of temples. The man at the desk is working on some sort of file and is mostly quiet aside from being a grumbly non morning person. The office is a little cluttered and there is a hallway that leads to an apartment in the back providing the protection of threshold to the office as well.
Rachel Roth	It wouldn't be that strange if an alarm or two was set off by Raven. She was the daughter of an apocalyptic level devil after all, supposedly a harbinger of the endtimes if she willed it...although it seemed that she was quite happy to be the goth-fashioned heroine she was known to be. Today at least, she was dressed down, though simple magics could easily change such things. Wrapped in her hoodie jacket and jeans, the dark-haired young woman's steps drew her closer...only to blink at the dog. She doesn't pet it, instead offering the creature a light nod before she heads towards the office.
Harry Dresden	The dog does turn his attention towards her and gives her a wary look initially. Strange things come and go around here and if he could talk, oh the tales he would tell. He makes a chuffing sound that alerts the man behind the desk. He isn't setting off alarms or anything, it's just early and there is a mystical tipping point between enough coffee to be self aware and not enough to know you are awake. Harry looks up from his desk, considers the woman in the office with him. He doesn't need to open to any power to know this one carries plenty of her own. The main office threshold doesn't dampen her powers much, the door into the living area, that is another story. They are in the office regardless. He stands and is /really/ tall. Somehow, despite him looming over the world, the dog seems far more dangerous. He steps around desk and mutters,"Hello. I'm Harry Dresden. Can I help you?" As work greetings go, it a little lame, but gets to the point.
Rachel Roth	If this was the man that Dracula had name-dropped? Well...there had to be more than meets the eye, right? After all, John Constantine had been a little underwhelming to meet at first too. Hell, she'd probably have called him first if he hadn't been hidden from her. Stepping into the space, her arms come out of her pockets, classically allowing her hands to be seen as she lifts them lightly. "I'm Raven...and I've been having bad dreams and vampire problems. I hear you know about the first, and I'm hoping you can help with the second."
Harry Dresden	In an instant, he goes from frumpy and a little dazed to a scowl and a sigh. He indicates the chair at his desk across from his. A deep breath and exhale, the tired replaced with grumpy and more haggard,"All right Raven. Have a seat, tell me about your dreams." he indicates and moves to an old, old model perkalator to pour himself more coffee. If she takes time to notice, there is nothing remotely tech in the room. He has candles, no lights. Books, no television or audio equipment. The place is 1920's living at best. "Once we hear about that, tell me about the vampire problems. I think we'll want my girlfriend to have a hand in that one, but tell me about it anyway."
Rachel Roth	"Vampire first," Raven speaks, but she makes her way down to settle into the chair, folding her hands. "When I woke up, -Dracula- was in my room, knew what I'd been dreaming and tried to convince me to come with him. Fortunately, I'm read up on him...as much as most book lovers might be. I didn't invite him in, but he got in." A gesture, she folds her hands in her lap. "I don't feel super confident just stringing garlic through the tower, so I need a ward strong enough to keep him from trying to make me a midnight snack."
Harry Dresden	Oh, that guy. The scowl on Harry's face is too deep to miss even from the coffee pot. He pours another cup and asks,"You want coffee?" His mood wasn't great before, professional sure. Now his mood is darker as the blackest coffee,"I have been reading on him. My girlfriend has been as well." He shakes his head and takes a drink of the hot liquid. Turning to look at her he says,"You don't want him entering your tower sure. You have a tower?" That is a little surprising,"Garlic alone probably wouldn't help no. Willow knows some spells about removing invitations and we are both able to help you set some wards, admittedly she is better at the warding than me. We can layer some wards and get any permisions removed. That said, you will have to make sure nobody invites him back in. The wards will still protect you, but better if he doesn't have an invitation."
Rachel Roth	"Titan tower," Raven offers, exhaling a sigh. Ordinarily she wouldn't have offered such information freely, but security was worth it, she'd given her name...and truth be told thanks to the gem on her head, she was probably reeking of infernal magics. She was literally wearing part of the prison for Trigon after all. Shifting a little at the thought, she tilts her head. "I don't think anyone invited him specifically, is this a case of saying 'a public lobby' is enough to let them in anywhere?"
Harry Dresden	A nod and he tells her,"Titan Tower. That will..complicate things a little. It is a public place. You can't really set a threshold, but if you want I could talk to Willow about the two of us layering wards around your room and anyone else's room. Concentrate there instead of the whole public building." He takes a seat at the desk and slips a card towards her,"I could come do my part today and she could weave hers with mine at a later time. Neither of us are a slouch, but together we're decidedly better. As I said, her wards are better. I am more a battering ram and she is the protector. One of us is subtle and it isn't me."
Rachel Roth	"Maybe we need to convince the others to make it...non-public," Rachel muses, but she nods her head as she takes the card, turning it over in her grasp. "Fairly sure they'd listen, to protect us while we sleep. Then we'll get your 'Willow' to remove the permissions, or send me the spell and I'll do it myself." Tucking the card away, she tilts her head to the side. "Now...about the creepy teethy monsters trying to eat me in the woods in my dreams?"
Harry Dresden	"The less public the better." he agrees,"I know that would be tricky. The Titans are well known and curious people can be the worst." He waves his hands over the office,"I get as many asking if I do birthdays as I do asking for a private investigator." He nods and considers for a moment,"I have heard a few people tell me stories about dreams recently. Give me a run down on what you saw and I will recount theirs to you if there is any differences. I have gotten to the point that this is a little more common than seems right. It feels like someone is pulling some really dumb strings."
Rachel Roth	The story is shared, simple as it might be, but Rachel was exacting. Was it the same? Was it different? Raven couldn't know without peeking into his mind and she had no desire to. Instead, she moved to rest and speak, watching his face intently for reaction rather than trying to read emotions or thoughts. Finishing up, she exhales lightly. "So...what does it mean?"
Harry Dresden	He drinks some of his coffee and listens thoughtfully. He nods here and there, but lets her tell her tale,"Pretty much in line with everyone." he tells her. "A few months ago other dreams came through and some of us went to Mexico where we encountered chupacabra and multiple dogmen." he explains,"This creature you are talking about seems to be a creature of legend, Native folklore, the wendigo. Not to be confused with Wendigo. The one you reference is like an immortal, cannibal that is always hungry. The other is like an immortal bigfoot."
Rachel Roth	"So...the cannibal cryptid is visiting my dreams specifically...or it's just putting out some sort of massive resonating ripple through magic that others are sensing?" Raven questions, exhaling a breath. "Are you saying I'm going to have to go hunting some monsters now?"
Harry Dresden	"Your dreams, Willow's dreams, Sabrina's dreams, Faith's dreams, and Cassie's dreams. Satana's dreas. Among others. Those are the high spots." he tells her,"We went on a hunt before, if we go looking for this one as well do you want to be a part of the hunting party? It seems like its inevitable there will be another monster hunt in the immediate future."
Rachel Roth	"If it needs to happen, I'll lend my help," Raven offers as he lists the names off of the other dreamers, the heroine frowning. "It's not like I really want such things running around...and I'd prefer better night's sleep."
Harry Dresden	"The creature is prevalent to the north. I haven't heard of it having the ability to influence dreams either." he replies,"That said people are dreaming of it, the chupa and dogmen before that." He sighs softly and admits,"I think there is something bigger at work. Something pulling the strings as it were. I don't know for sure, but it seems likely. Any of your other friends say anything about it?"
Rachel Roth	"Not yet," Raven admits, making to stand from the chair and just sort of...pacing. "Not sure who I'd tell, not sure where to start. Most of them aren't magicians, and this is more my normal wheelhouse." She looks back, glancing at the wizard over her shoulder. "None of them have seen anything, or said anything to me about it yet either."
Harry Dresden	Oddly enough, when she stands he does too. Manners. Old school manners from the guy that doesn't have a computer in his office. He takes a drink of his coffee again and listens. A nod and he admits,"Any that have heritage in lore and magic would be my experience. All the ones I mentioned are of such. An Amazon, a half demon, a witch, vampire slayer..." he explains,"...seems to be a pattern anyway." "Keep your ears open. I wouldn't put ideas into anyone's head. The dream state is open to suggestion and could cause issues." From down the hall another tank emerges. Well in a manner of speaking. The cat is massive and might almost pass as a bobcat. It pads past them both and jumps up onto the desc and then the filing cabinet. Harry points at the cat,"Mister..." and he points to the dog,"...Mouse." While the dog looks at him, the cat seems he couldn't care less. Some critters.