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				 Monday 17 February 2070, 08:28 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens Ashes sighed as his hand relaxed from the grip of the revolver in his coat, his shoulders drooping as he leaned back against the hallway wall leading into the kitchen. Fraggin' wizards, trying to scare the drek out of me today. Ashes crossed to the chair offered by Chulain, dropping into the seat, the weight of his cyberlimbs causing the chair to creak uneasily under him. "I wonder who has come a calling on Harry...."  | 
	
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			  Feb 6 2007, 08:04 PM
			
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				 Monday 17 February 2070, 08:35 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office Harry shortly arrives back at his office to find the door ajar. Bob's voice can be heard from within, "Sir, just sit down please, I assure you Mr Dresden will be shortly, he just stepped out for a moment." As Harry pushed the door open, the voice continued, "See there I told you he'd be right back." A middle aged man most likely in his early forties is seated on the couch, a rather uncomfortable look upon his face as he stares at Bob, who's currently floating in the middle of the room. He starts to stand then sits down rather quickly, his gaze shifting quickly between Harry then back to Bob.  | 
	
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			  Feb 6 2007, 08:59 PM
			
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				Monday 17 February 2070, 08:35 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office "I appologize for your wait sir" Harry says walking into the room and hanging up his long coat. "Please, have a seat and tell me what brings you here." Harry pulls an old fashioned note pad and a pencil from the desk and prepares to take notes on what the gentlman has to say.  | 
	
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			  Feb 6 2007, 09:13 PM
			
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				 Monday 17 February 2070, 08:35  
			
			
					
		Harry's Office The gentleman looks up at Harry, "I... i... I'm Sebastian Carmichael, a..and just what is that?" his hand raising to point at Bob who has floated over to his usual spot on the shelf. He calms down a little and continues, "My daughter is missing, the police can't or won't do anything about it. She's only been gone just over a day, I was hoping you could help. She's 8 years old, long blond hair. She had a red dress with white flowers on and pink bowties in her hair." Interrupting as Harry begins to reply, "I can't pay you very much, maybe :nuyen:50 a day for a couple days, and about 300 when you find her. " "Please help me," he quietly sobs, "she's all I have left."  | 
	
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			  Feb 6 2007, 10:14 PM
			
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				 	 Monday 17 February 2070, 08:40 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office After listening to the man's tale Harry goes ahead and first explains that Bob the skull is his research assistant and general keeper before he starts asking questions. "Where was she and what about what time did you realize she went missing, what were her plans for that point of the day, what was her established routine? I'll need a photograph of her and possibly a lock of hair or some other bit that she constantly handled." listening to the responses, Harry also notes down the previous information of looks and clothing.  | 
	
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			  Feb 7 2007, 12:05 PM
			
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				... a few minutes earlier; 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter "Hopefully something or somebody a little more mundane than he's little friend" Sean replied. "It could be somebody who's wondering what their wife tells me in confession. I've seen that happen before." Sean looks over to the nearly palpable power of Valya's electric blue do. It draws the eye almost irresistably. "Did you need a place to stay?" he asks, "I was curious, how did you meet the ineffable Mr. Dresden? Do you know who he normally associates with? It might give us a clue as to whom he's meeting"  | 
	
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			  Feb 8 2007, 08:05 PM
			
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				 ... a few minutes earlier; 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter Valya puts the fork down and snorts trying covering up her chagrin. Her eyes go wide when Father Chulain suggests a prank. She stammers, "Winding up magicians isn't high on my list of ways to stay healthy. Begging your pardon, Father." She looks over in the direction of Harry's office, as if she could see through the walls of the shelter, and then back at the green eyes of the priest. He's not half bad looking, either. "He stepped out in front of me. Nearly wrecked. I've only known him a minute longer than you. He said something about working with the Yard."  | 
	
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			  Feb 9 2007, 12:30 PM
			
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				... a few minutes earlier; 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter "Guess will put off the jokes till we know him a little better then. Ah, the bobbies eh? Hmmm, that could be interesting..." Sean muses. He trails off distractedly as his mind is visibly drifting somewhere else... Does he know how I got here? Was he sent to 'investigate' me?!, thinks Sean. His eyes are haunted as he concentrates and remembers: A point of light, a terrible message, the rage, Rage, RAGE, a sudden flash. Purifying FIRE. He blinks the emerald glow from his eyes and is surprised at the syrofoam coffee cup that has melted in front of him. Small green flames sputter and die as the remaining coffee washes over the ruins of the cup and onto the table. "Oh dear..." he mutters, "better clean that up. Hopefully we'll be off soon." He flashes an embarrased smile at Valya and Ashes then hops up to clean up the goey mess of the cup.  | 
	
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			  Feb 14 2007, 02:29 PM
			
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				Monday 17 February 2070, 08:40 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office "She was supposed to come home yesterday afternoon, she walks home, the school is just around the corner and its a very safe neighbourhood. She never came home, we were at the police from last night, they said 24 hours. She's only 8. We've called all her friends." He scrounges around in a bag, withdrawning a small photo, "This photo was taken late last year, I did not think to bring anything. I guess I could bring her teddybear, she sleeps with it every night."  | 
	
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			  Feb 14 2007, 10:51 PM
			
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				Monday 17 February 2070, 08:40 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office "Sir, I would like the teddy bear, but mostly so she knows that you sent me." Harry said taking the photo. "Now, if you'll just give me the address of the school and a com number where i can reach you when i find her, then we'll be all set."  | 
	
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			  Feb 15 2007, 05:51 PM
			
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				 Monday 17 February 2070, 08:42 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office He took out his wallet, fiddling around inside it till he found what he was looking for. Holding out a 50 note he said, "Well here is money for today if you can start right away, I'll get the bear to you as soon as I can, will be a couple hours though before I can get back." He scribbles down an address on the back of a piece of paper and hands it across, along with a contact phone number. Getting up to leave he extends his hand, "I hope you find her soon, please." With a brief look across at where Bob sat on the mantle he departed pulling the door closed behind him.  | 
	
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			  Feb 16 2007, 12:30 AM
			
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				Monday 17 February 2070, 08:42 
			
			
					
		Harry's Office Taking his new clients hand and shaking it firmly Harry answered the clients implied question. "Just leave the bear here, Bob rarely leaves the office, its one of the reasons its good to have a spirit as an assistant and partner." Harry then walks the man to the door and then after closing the door, turns and leans against it. "Drek Bob, you could have told me it was a client and not one of the council, or worse one of the wardens. I swear i was on pins and needles then entire walk back over." Walking back over to the desk Harry roots around in it a minute before pulling out an almost brand new romance novel. "Alright Bob, if you would please let me know when the client shows back up with the bloody bear, and when you do so, use your human form and not the blasted skeleton king. I swear you almost gave the people across at the shelter a heart attack when you appeared as that headless skeleton thing."  | 
	
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			  Feb 17 2007, 06:40 AM
			
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				Monday 17 February 2070, 0845 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens The brown smears of spilled and magically burned coffee have been drying in front of Sean for about 10 minutes. The massive stack of dishes has been shrinking visibly and an end to the scrubbing is in sight. tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap....Most of the overnighters have taken off and their mats and sleeping gear stashed in the side room to be claimed when they return in the evening. tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.....The mom's and kids from the streets are starting to come in for the assistance programs that run during the day. tap tap..... Kids are tumbling colorfully and noisily towards the pile of broken toys on a mat in the corner. tap tap tap tap tap tap... They're pulling on each others dirty clothes to get the best of the rejected bikes, blocks and other less identifiable bits. at least they're smiling... tap tap tap...muses Sean. The mothers start spicketing coffee and juice for themselves and mixing formula and or lowering blouses and shirts for the babies in the bunch. All while chattering away in a half dozen different accents and at least two dialects unidentifieable to Sean. tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap... While watching the day start... Sean's knee has been trying to jump start the rest of his body by bouncing up and down nearly incessantly. He's not used to just sitting when there's soo much to do! He finally can't take it any more and looks at Valya "Do you know where Harry's office is? Let's go see what's taking so long." He stands up as if to leave before he's halfway through his question.  | 
	
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			  Feb 19 2007, 06:09 AM
			
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				 Monday 17 February 2070, 0846 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens Valya is leaned back in her chair, AR windows of tourist sites scattered all over her vision. She shoves her goggles back up onto her forehead, "I don't know, Father. I ran into him across the street. Probably there, but I can't say." She shrugs and stands up, popping the board up into her hand with practiced ease. "After you, Father. You comin'?" She directs the last at the gloomy young man with the cavorting drone at its feet.  | 
	
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			  Feb 19 2007, 08:01 AM
			
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				 Monday February 2070, 08:46 
			
			
					
		Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens Ashes looks up from the feeds he had been scanning on magic and its effects on people. He pushed the screen off to the side of his vision with a thought and scans Chulain and Valya over for a second before answering. "Yeah, sure. Let's go see what bloke is up to, making us wait like this." He rises to his feet, his left leg making a slight creak as the cybernetics go to work. Cinder springs back to life at his feet, the drone had fallen into a facade of sleeping at Ashes' feet while the elf browsed the 'Trix.  | 
	
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			  Feb 19 2007, 04:59 PM
			
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				17 February 2070, 0847 
			
			
					
		Street just outside Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens Sean crosses the shelter and heads out the front door. He leaves it open for the others and moves a couple steps out onto the sidewalk. Trying to look through the morning mists is just short of an excercise in futility. "Which one was it again? All those buildings look the same in this blasted fog. I can't see a thing." Seans question floats on the fog back towards Ashes and Valya.  | 
	
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			  Feb 20 2007, 07:28 PM
			
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				17 February 2070, 0847 
			
			
					
		Street just outside Harry's office, London Barrens After talking to Bob for a couple more minutes, mostly chewing his metaphysical hoop, Harry stepped off the stoop of the office/apartment building and walked back toward the shelter. Seeing the priest along with the two others he waves to them and gestures them over.  | 
	
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			  Feb 20 2007, 08:12 PM
			
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				17 February 2070, 08:47  
			
			
					
		Street just outside Harry's office, London Barrens As Harry leave his office, the destinct feeling had Bob a tongue it would be stuck out as far as it could. The early morning fog, continued to swirl and twist, obcuring vision beyond a few meters. A faint breeze blew with the promise of clearing the abysmal mess. That promise soon shattered as icy cold drops of rain began to fall.  | 
	
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				17 February 2070, 0847 
			
			
					
		Street Just outside Harry's Office, London Barrens After a few seconds, Chulain barely makes out Harry's long coat and an arm beckoning them across the street. He glances left and right both making sure Ashes and Valya are behind him and checking for traffic before starting across the street. He's about halfway across when the rain starts. Wonderful, what ELSE is going to go wrong this morning? he thinks disappointedly. Once across the street he approaches Harry and asks, "Everything alright? We decided to come look for you when you took so long. Hope you don't mind."  | 
	
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				 17 February 2070, 0848 
			
			
					
		Street Just outside Harry's Office, London Barrens Valya interrupts, oblivous to Harry's thoughtful expression, "So, I got some ideas for the tour. You lot ready? Or do you need an hour to digest your breakfast."  | 
	
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			  Feb 25 2007, 11:23 AM
			
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				17 February 2070, 0848 
			
			
					
		Street just outside Harry's office, London Barrens "Oh, right." Sean turns up the collar on his jacket then looks at Valya. "Lean on!" he cries dramatically, though his enthusiasm is somewhat dampened by the water dripping in his face.  | 
	
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			  Feb 25 2007, 11:17 PM
			
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				 "Well, plans unfortunately have changed and sight-seeing is going to have to wait." Harry says as they all stepped up to him. "The skeleton king act was my partner an air spirit called Bob, and apparently someone needs me to find their missing child. Father, has anyone showed up in the past day with this child with them?" Harry holds out the picture so the others can see. 
				
				
				
			 
			
			
					
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			  Feb 26 2007, 02:55 PM
			
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			  Mar 5 2007, 10:41 AM
			
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				17 February 2070, 0850 
			
			
					
		Street just outside Harry's office, London Barrens Sean stood remembering in the rain. His face slowly draws down into a worried frown. Finally he shakes his head and says, "I don't remember seeing her in the shelter anytime soon. Where and when was she last seen?"  | 
	
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			  Mar 11 2007, 02:25 AM
			
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				 Harry put the picture away in his pocket and shrugged in his coat, "Her father said that she had gone to school, that they realized she was missing when she wasnt home when he got there. So the first place to check would be the school and see if she made it or not." 
				
				
				
			 
			
			
					
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