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Agents of Sheildcraft

Harrow wanders the roads from the Residential district toward the Parklands with his head low, his worgen nose close to the ground sniffing and snuffling as he goes. He isn't above walking on all fours in his worgen form, at least so long as his hands are bound to his wrists.

Naugus's tower is such a unique landmark that it would be impossible to miss it even if he didn't have the familiar smell of his new pal Verity to follow. The sight of green crystal on a wizard's castle undeniably points to this being the work of a certain Ixis. Harrow approaches on all fours and doesn't stand like a civilized Mobian should until he's just at the entrance.

He pounds his fist against the green crystal door and hollers upwards, "Ixiiiiis! It's Harrowheart! I want to ask about your skills!"

Once he's loudly made himself known he steps back and gazes up towards one of the windows, as if he expects to see that bat-eared beast looking down on him.

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You know his history with Uma, Verity! You know he's been 'involved' at least once!

"Chicks? Oh, you mean women. Romance and otherwise is hardly a priority in my life, if that's what you're asking. I'm not going out of my way for any companionship, so please. You can save your efforts. And I'm certainly not so pathetic that I'd waste perfectly good favours and debt on carnal satisfaction." Seriously, who does that?

At least now that he's heard the music start up, he steps away from the door. She's not coming back out. "Never took her to be the squeamish sort," he comments to the worgen in passing.

Harrow has no problem following Ixis away from Verity's door. She deserves her peace and screaming music. "I can't believe folks get squeamish about love and romance. But maybe that's just me and my world. Folks do almost nothin' but talk about that, non-stop. After a while ya get used to it.

"But I wouldn't'a used up your favor on bein' your wingman, Naugus! That comes free of charge just for knowin' me. It's a blessing and a curse. If you are ever in the mood for company, I bet I could hook you up with my buddy Jim. He travels space and gets with aliens all the time, I'm sure he'd like you."

~~Good thing~~ Too bad Verity didn't have to hear THAT one.

It's "Hall of the Mountain King", you philistines.

And yes, it's so much better than being present when Naugus loses his mind in 3, 2, 1...

He turns and looks back at Harrowheart, an expression of utmost confusion and distaste plastered across his features. A short hiss of disgust escapes him.

"Hhhssss...Jim? Jim Kirk? Jim, the little nattering insect who continually insults me and acts shocked that I dare to reciprocate? You would think I'd care to fornicate with that smug excuse of an Overlander? I'd sooner eat my own horn."

A pause.

"Though if this has been a misled projection of his desire for me all along, I can hardly blame him for that. I am magnificent in all ways."

"This ain't about you eatin' your own horn. It's about gettin' Jim to eat your horn." Harrow rolls his eyes. Like, duh, dude.

"But why's he rude to you? What could be his beef other than secret affections? You've been nothin' but cool to me, and he's cool to me too, so I figure y'all got some common ground.

"Come to think of it, everyone in the Nexus's been cool to me except that runty lil' Viatorus. I think he's some kinda anti-undead racist. Vitalist?"

The comment about horns getting gobbled makes Naugus stick his tongue out in revulsion. Blegh. Better than responding with shock and anger, at least?

"You could always ask him. Imply that he's actually longing for me and doesn't realize it. I'm sure it'll go over splendidly."

The comments on V, however! "I rather like Viatorus. He's a little frightened whelp, to be sure, but he appreciates the arcane and is eager to learn. I'm still doubting the usefulness of his whole dream-walking abilities, but eh. A talent is a talent."

Harrow laughs at Naugus's tongue and gives him a friendly elbowing to the shoulder. "I'll see how I can slip it into conversation. Send out some... Waddya call 'em, subliminal messages?

"Now Viatorus... You know him? Tell me about this dreamwalkin' stuff. Mental magic ain't to be trusted on my world. No sure I like the idea of that guy rootin' around in heads. Least I don't gotta worry about him in MY head. I don't dream when I sleep, and I only sleep if I choose to."

"Oh, it's quite safe. I actually invited him over many months ago to sample my dreams and see what he would make of them. Given that I never remember them for as long as I can recall, and he insisted that dreams carry messages and meaning and the like. He set up some wards with chalk, put a sleeping spell on me and did his work. Though he's still yet to tell me what he saw.

"So maybe it's all sham and he just likes to watch people sleep. But he's earnest all the same. Very interested in magical research, which I appreciate."

Harrow nods slowly as he processes this information.

"What do you know about his sister? 'Cause I offered to give Viatorus lessons in magic and the two of them tried to scam me outta payment. Then I find out they're both rich and nothin' they ever gave me woulda cost them enough that they'd notice. Everyone tells me Viatorus is a good boy, I'm just tryna get a bead on these two."

"He has a sister? I've never met the woman, no. Viatorus is very...naive, however. Very sheltered. Perhaps he did not know any better? Perhaps he has no value on riches, given how he can easily take it for granted. I strongly doubt the boy has a single shrewd bone in his body. Can't speak on the sister, however. Perhaps I should meet her sometime."

Naugus shrugs. "Perhaps they don't care for the reanimated dead. It's a touchy subject in some zones."

"Her name's Isidor," Harrow says. "I know Overlanders ain't your thing but I thought she was real hot. Real smart in all senses of the word. Sharp-dressed, shrewd and crafty. I had a lotta respect for her until she tried to swindle me. Keep a close eye if you meet her, but I get the feelin' you two'd get along. For all the right reasons, of course.

"Verity's supposed to set up a meetin' between me and Viatorus. I oughta swing by her room again and see if she'll text him now while it's on my mind. Far as that shield goes, I'll come to you as soon as possible with a mockup. After that it's one favor of your choosing from me, whenever, wherever, however. Just... Nothin' too... Physical."

He turns to leave, but one stride later he snaps his fingers and spins on his heel. "Try her hot chocolate! You'll like it, man."

"I can open the door if you'd like to speak to Verity face to face, but that seems a little imposing." At least Naugus realizes that's a shitty thing to do. "I'll keep an eye out for this Isador, as you said. I'm curious how a relative of such a cowed little man could be as you describe her. Or maybe she's the reason he is?" He makes a considering hum along with a shrug.

"Verity keeps plying me with sweets. I'm going to get fat at this rate." Or just have to do that much more lifting and pull-ups.

"Don't think of it as gettin' fat. Think of it as bulkin' up."

With one last wink and laugh he turns to make his way back to Verity's room. Naugus is free to follow, of course, but Harrow doesn't look back to see if he does.

When he arrives at Verity's door he knocks loudly but not violently.

"Hey, Verity!" he says to the seam of the door. "Naugus and I are done doin' whatever two consenting adults do. I wanted to talk to you real quick! About Viatorus! Before I forget, I wanted you to text him. Tell him I wanna meet him as soon as possible so we can smooth over that bad first impression, arright?"

It's only because he said the magic word that the music is turned off, the door opens, and she appears again. Otherwise, it would have been a snarky comment about cleaning up after themselves. "Okay. Want me send him your number so you two can work it out directly?"

Because, yes, she loves the boy, but she loves the idea of him growing up, too. So she's perfectly willing to make him deal with Harrow on his own.

Work his problems out... On his own?... Harrow's expression falls completely neutral and his eyes go distant, suddenly very dead. He's got to think about this one for a moment to seriously evaluate whether or not he can handle meeting Viatorus on his own.

Suddenly he blinks, and then he nods slowly. "His number, yeah. I think that sounds all right. And I'll be on my best behavior, and everything'll go just fine."

Famous last words, Verity.

It's a terrifying idea, she knows, but they both want her to believe they're adults, right? But she is not entirely without mercy, especially when he's making faces like that.

"You two work out when and where, and if you want, I'll come chaperone." Adding her to an emotionally volatile situation is absolutely going to make it better. 100% guaranteed. "Nobody's saying you two have to be best friends forever. Polite indifference would be fine."

Harrow is quick to shake his head.

"Naw, Verity, naw. You don't gotta show up. I think if you were around I wouldn't be my real self, and neither would he. Figure if he and I are gonna get a good read on each other, we're gonna need to be alone."

He clears his throat.

"I mean, not totally alone, don't worry. I'll invite him to a diner, someplace nice and public. Then maybe he won't feel all singled out, and maybe I won't get the urge to bully him."

Harrow frowns guiltily and shrugs one shoulder. He can't help the feelings, so he might as well be honest, right?

She appreciates the honesty, at least. The thought of anyone bullying V makes her frown a little. "Okay. If you change your mind, you can call me. Dinner sounds nice, but maybe make it coffee? That way nobody feels trapped if things are going poorly but food has been ordered."

Harrow jabs a thumb into his chest. "Verity, if food's been ordered I'm eatin' it whether things go south or not." But with a little wink he concedes, "Ain't a bad idea, though. Coffee sounds good. I'll look around for a nice little place."

He starts to step away from the door to leave Verity to her own devices. After all, she's going to have to find a good distraction so she doesn't accidentally remember two terrible ships this thread has wrought.

"Okay, have fun. And good luck."

She's going to need her two favorite comforts after this: wine and chocolate. Fortunately, they always get along. This is why there's always so many sweets in the house, Naugus. People keep saying stuff like this to her.

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Agents of Sheildcraft

Harrow's all https://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2e553gpmm1qfyz1jo1_500.gif

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That gif... flawless. I am mesmerized.

Fat Mac is love. Fat Mac is life. (Also you have a door peeking icon, you're so well-equipped!)

Guessing Naugus isn't coming back at this point... (I do try to be prepared!)

Ahh we both forgot to message you! Yeah, Naug is out

kk :)

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