...Rebecca's gone.

[There's a long pause as Harry debates about leaving the message at that. A whine and the snuffling noise of something licking at Harry's face.]

...Not now, Ollie.

She has some piglets, umm, anyone want one?

[On the peak of Demonreach, an island off the coast of the City, there's a visible plume of smoke curling up from the even further decimated ruins of the lighthouse and the completely wrecked splinters of the hut. Just visible over the edge of the cliff, the crumbled form of a Decepticon is laying eerily still.

Harry's face swings into view.]

I... ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on and Harry is there, maskless, and looking more than grim. His throat is swathed in bandages and just the act of clearing his throat looks painful.]

Right, down to business.

A lot of people got pretty upset the other day over Eden Morrison's arrest for the fear gas problem. Our resident Bunsen burner jockey, Genero, was nice ( Read more... )

[Locked to John Winchester]

Hey John, know how you told me about that Eden girl? Come to find out her counter to the fear gas worked perfectly, tell me that doesn't raise your brows up to the ceiling. Do you know where she stays?

[So John, how do you feel like tagging around with a wizard PI?]

[Locked to Genero]

Have you ever tried balancing a teacup ( Read more... )

[There's far too many brown glass bottles on the coffee table in front of him. Those who know him know Mac's Ale bottles. He looks directly at the PORTAL, his mask on his face as he waits for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts. He's deshelved, a mess, like everyone else. Shoulders weighted by grief and eyes muted with exhaustion and his face ( Read more... )

Man, this brings back memories.

[Harry is flipping a record - yes, a vinyl, a genuine one - in his hands and looking at an old stereo system he'd wished up. Its old...like, 70s old. Carefully, Harry puts the disc on the spindle and turns it on, dropping the needle on it. He can't help but laugh when the first strains of music come on and he backs ( Read more... )

[Harry is sitting, hunched over three white candles on a table before him. Judging by the angle of the shot, Harry's forgotten the cardinal rule of not leaving your PORTAL out where it can randomly record. Oh well.

Holding his hand out to the middle candle, he snaps his fingers casually with a chant of Flickum Bicus and the wick ignites into a ( Read more... )

 [The sky is getting dark, night is coming soon for Promenade. The sun is heavy and blood red on the horizon in the last hours of daylight, turning the ocean scarlet in its final light. Everything is red, the sand on the beach, the buildings, the roads...

the island that, no less than an hour ago, wasn't there.

Its not very big. Just a spit of land ( Read more... )

 [Like a lot of people, Harry was not happy to wake up a few days ago with the memories of ten years of life suddenly jammed in his head and realizing that none of it was true. Even knowing that it was this damned city and its damned powers that played them like puppets, it was a gut punch to know he'd forgotten so much. Forgotten Chicago, his ( Read more... )

 Hey Bobby, Elijah, which one of you is bringing the cards tonight? And do I need to send the boat out for you?

[A bit of sly humor in his voice. Its the weekly Wednesday poker night between the old magic men in the city, hosted as usual on the misty little island off the coast of Promenade and Harry's Place of Solace, Demonreach. Of course, to get ( Read more... )