Earning his keep [Public Post - Text]

[harrydresden]

So I need to get a couple of things covered. 

Firstly I could use the money so here's the standard description of what I can do, if it'll help you, drop me a line.  Or Mercy if I don't reply because sometimes this thing-a-ma-gig doesn't work right and she's being a good sport.

I'm in the phone book back home as a Wizard.  So my general gig is finding lost items or people, paranormal investigations, consulting and advice.  I don't do love potions and if I could do endless purses I wouldn't be advertising.  I am not here for entertainment so if you've got a party, call a clown.  I'm goofy looking but not for cash. 

Also, where's the best beer in town?  Some place low key if you don't mind.   

I've bottled up a couple of extra parachute potions too if anyone wants to buy one. Take it down a hill and it's a little like moon walking which is fun.

Ivy I don't have much cash, but I could maybe make a picnic if you want to get together for lunch.  Let me know.

Comments

[harrydresden]

That's... new. Compulsive magic. What did your family do to get that kind of curse?

[eiremagic]

We fucked over a war.

[harrydresden]

Is that even possible? The physics involved... [Levity is Harry's default setting. Clearly not appropriate here.]

What does that mean, turned traitor or something?

[eiremagic]

[Silence. She's gonna ignore that, for now]

Have you read the Táin Bó Cúailnge?

[harrydresden]

Uh... you may have to refresh my memory, I'm just getting some big brush up over cows.

[eiremagic]

Right. It was a big war about cows. And Mebd, she stopped on the road, to see a prophetess named Fedelma. She was a sid.

And Fedelma told Medb that she beheld them bathed in red. And Mebd thought it meant she'd win. But she lost. Bad. Turns out she was one fucking bitch because she cursed us with blood.

[harrydresden]

[That sounds a lot like Mab and the Sídhe. Which yeah, Mab is kind of the Queen bitch but don't ever call her that. Hello new boss from faerie hell.]

So your family was the descendents of the prophetess?

[eiremagic]

Yes.

[harrydresden]

Man people never use bloodlines for good curses. I've seen it like... once. [He might be shifting uncomfortably because he has a well of Mab's power now and he's hoping it's not the same fae because if she can sense power sources there will be a lot of uncomfortableness to follow]

[eiremagic]

Good curse.

What the fuck is a good curse?

[harrydresden]

It's relative. I knew a guy who had a bloodline curse to turn into a huge bloodthirsty ravaging monster three days of the month and he'd kill anything within a thirty mile radius including friends and loved ones and was damn near invincible. Not good. My mother attached something of a curse to my blood so that when I soulgazed my brother so we'd know each other. Not so bad. There's a scale see?

[eiremagic]

Fucking fantastic.

[harrydresden]

You know when you're swearing all the time you sound like your pissed off at me. Throw me a bone here.

[eiremagic]

I'm Irish, I swear all the time because it's how I talk.

[harrydresden]

Maybe we could have a signal or something so I know you're mad. [If that's not a setup for her flipping him the bird I don't know what is.]

[eiremagic]

Trust me, when I'm mad, you'll know.

[harrydresden]

Right then. I'll take your word for it.