A man with silvery hair would walk in with half-closed almost dead looking eyes. He wore a white cloak half-way over a black shirt with red outlines and a color standing straight up. There was something messy and unprofessional about how he dressed but it still seemed to make him look more wild in some strange way. On his side, he carried a wooden sword that looked more like a practice blade than an actual weapon. He would look around the office trying to purposely look unimpressed before addressing Dresden directly in a sarcastic and tired tone. "Wow, nice place. Hey, buddy, not sure if you've heard but there's already a jack of all trades working around here. Not sure what kind of term wizard is for one either. It just seems a bit over the top if you ask me."

The man would look up toward Gintoki, carefully averting his eyes from ever meeting with the swordsman as he sizes the other person up. Unprofessional at best, not likely homeless though given how he's dressed. And what's with that wooden sword, not that Harry can speak against using wooden weapons... But, what's this about a jack of all trades? He's a damned wizard, and a detective, not some odd jobs man who does whatever needs doing. Harry's response is equally sarcastic, though with a hint of cheer as he looks up from the very boring paperwork. "Well ya see, I call myself a wizard because I'm just that over the top. It's to help reel in the customers ya know? Gotta stand out somehow." His tone would then shift to being lighthearted, but no longer sarcastic in the least. "Kidding aside? I call myself a wizard because I am one, and I'm a detective as well honestly. If you need a case looked into I'm your man, lost keys, murders, whatever you might require so long as it isn't related to cheating or some such crap. I stay out of that mess, ya know? Either way, I'm no jack of all trades. pal, and since ya know my name what might be yours?"

The man would look directly at Harry as if to assess whether or not he was joking but being the individual he was he would immediately just assume he was joking. He'd begin laughing once again before resting an arm on Harry's shoulder. "Sure, 'wizard'. So, what's your specialty exactly? Do you use your 'magic' to solve cases by waving your magic wand? Oh right, I did lose my copy of JUMP recently. Can you find my JUMP with your magic, 'wizard'?"

Smoke rolls in through the door, and oddly, an odd piano tune could be heard... To Harry, it would be obvious that these things were mere delusions, but they projected themself real enough. Unnecessarily dramatically, a short girl wearing a gothic lolita dress enters the establishment. After she enters, the smoke and music disappear as if they were never there at all. She smiles for some reason as she looks between the attendees. Citizens of the plane of existence you call the America of the United States! I have come to this land from across vast galaxies and dimensions in order to spread my broken brilliance, and expand my horizons with the entities of this plane! Alas, my mortal vessel has gotten itself lost through lack of communication, and I lack the map and compass to this city of noir and vast heestory! You who are resident to these Americas of the United States, I inquire upon the elders to assist me in my request to return to my kin! ...She was lost, clearly.

"As above, so below." There's a solemn tone in the man's voice as he pulls the pentacle amulet off his neck. For a moment it would simply lay in Harry's hand... Before it begins glowing with a blue light, one of the ends pointing in a direction as Dresden begins to follow it. He'd walk out the doors and follow the spell, finally being lead to a scooter parked not too far away and digging around under the seat for a moment. After a bit, he returns with a copy of JUMP in hand and a sly smirk on his face as he hands it off to Gintoki. "You left it under the seat of what I assume is your scooter, forget it or was that there for a reason? Either way, job's done and now I believe I've proven my skills. No-" He's cut off by the entry of Sayaka, not from around here, fancy dress, and tossing around illusion magic of some kind? This girl is far more than she appears to be at first glance... And yet clearly lost, well it's a good thing she's come to him rather than... Less savory types, not everyone would just help out some girl who's tossing around magic, juicy sort of person to use by some standards. "Those are some neat spells you've got there, name's Harry Dresden, Wizard. And I'm guessing you've gotten lost or something? Well, I can help out with that, though uh a name of both you and them might be useful first. And I could always use a bit of blood for some old-fashioned wizarding if need be!" He'd offer the young woman a friendly smile, clearly evading eye contact with her despite that... He assumes she'd know why, though no telling with all the weirdos he's met lately, maybe she's a "Persona User" rather than a Wizard? Either way, Dresden's tone is notably kinder as he speaks to Sayaka.

Gintoki would take the JUMP book in his hands and look it over. He was unsure how the detective knew about it but he must've been using some kind of trick. "That was pretty good work detective. Do you mind if I call you up to help out next time I have a job? I'll even give you a cut of the pay provided you aren't too greedy. The name's Sakata Gintoki, by the way, but you can just call me Gintoki."

The young girl let's out a satisfactory chuckle. Clearly, she made the correct stop. Her expression looks a little nervous at the word "lost", but she recovers quick. The only spells in my spellbook are in the ancient texts that date back to ancient Egypt, written by the great Cleopatra and Nyarlathotep side by side! your appreciation for my broken brilliance shall be blessed by the energy of the seven deities and your will kept safe! My name is Sayaka Adachi of House Adachi, the second inheritor of the throne of broken brilliance. I live alongside my high priestess, Hax Adachi and my warrior brother, Tohru Adachi! we have sought shelter in a small hotel created by master craftsmen dating decades ago! The great war would appreciate your cooperation, Senior Harry.

A cut of the job huh? Well, he's not too bad on money right now, but a bit of extra work can't hurt him... He'd nod at Gintoki and offer the man his hand for a moment. "Harry Dresden as I'd guess you know, and I'm game for a bit of work now and then. I'm in the book so finding me ain't too hard." As for Sayaka Adachi... The manner of speaking is a bit odd, and she's clearly messing around with those words. But look below the surface of what she's saying and it makes sense, is she insane or just trying to hide something? Maybe both. As for spellbooks... "I wouldn't know about any Great War... Well, there is one I can think of but I doubt it's what you meant. Either way, ya know the name of this hotel? My car is no mighty steed or anything, but the blue beetle will get ya where you need to be if nothing else!" The man smiles at Sayaka and raises a hand to his chin, the name Adachi sounds almost familiar to him for some reason... But he can't quite put a finger on it. Almost like he's heard it somewhere before, but long ago enough that it's mostly lost. Nyarlathotep he knows though, HP.Lovecraft did some good works after all. "Though I am curious, what's the Crawling Chaos doing penning spellbooks? I'm sure he'd know all kinds of fun stuff, but I've always preferred Hastur myself. Easier to blow up by summoning at just the right place after all." Harry chuckles at that, ah the stories you can hear around the tabletop when playing with a bunch of nerds. Huh, wonder if this girl would even know Old Man Henderson.

Esme slams open the front door as she gasps for breath. Her face has a clear sheen of sweat and her pronounced eyebrows are furrowed in distress. In her left hand is a manilla folder with a few pages poking out and her entire outfit is in a state of disarray. As if she put things on at the last minute without having taken a look in the mirror. Is this the occulty helpy place that they advertised on pay per view? I seem to have run into a bit of an issue and well conventional methods may not work out. A few strands of her hair drop in front of her face as a lopsided smile forms paired with hopeful gaze.

Oh dear. That's either the start of a fairly normal case, or he's about to have to write up another Dresden File pretty soon here. Either way, the man offers Esme a smile... And oddly seems to avoid meeting her eyes. "That is indeed me, I guess having a friend put that out there might of actually drawn someone here. Anyway, Harry Dresden, wizard/detective at your service miss. So what seems to be the problem here?" He'd glance toward the folder in her hands, looks like a case file all things considered... Been a while since he's seen someone bring in documents. Hopefully, it's nothing too major, but knowing his luck he'll be shot by the time the job is half done at best.

Taking Harry's question as an invitation Esme walks up to his deck and opens up her manila folder on top of it. Spread out in eagle position are a variety of photos depicting terribly done pentagrams and some sort of red creature with horns. Beneath the photos are sheets of what look like study guides and test prep papers. Well the problem is that my fraternity summoned Satan to pass finals week. He is kind of mean so if you could just ya know. She opens up her hands in a explosion gesture. Poof him away then I would totally owe you.

Those pentagrams are shoddy as hell! How did they even summon anything... And Satan? No that can't be right, likely they've been hoodwinked by some lesser demon calling itself by that name to try and seem more powerful. The actual devil wouldn't be called up by even the strongest of Warlocks, let alone kids with a spell book. "I've seen a few demons before, and I highly doubt you conjured up such a being as Satan... More than likely it's a lower demon claiming greater power to gain something, but either way I'll look into it to be sure, Miss?" "Poof him away" Dealing with demons isn't so simple, but sure he can get rid of one to be sure. Finding its real name would make things all too easy for him, but there are ways outside of that... Sword of The Cross would do nicely, but he'd rather not resort to calling allies for something like this... Banishing a demon then, not the hardest thing in the world to a trained wizard. OOC: Of course, such a thing could be a thread all to itself if one wanted. Or written off as offscreen busy work. I'm flexible either way, though I must admit that it'd require someone else to play "Satan" here for Harry to confront the thing onscreen.

Esme wants to feel a sense of relief at the so called wizard's offer of assistance. Yet she senses that this could turn into more then the casual demon poofing she wanted. With exams coming up she was already imagining the stress incurred from the other girls scolding her for bringing in an outsider. Though the alternative of having some fake demon roaming the ground floor kitchen wasn't appealing either. Already she could feel her eyebrows forming another knot of frustration. Well if it's just a fake then maybe you could teach me the bye bye demon technique? My college has a weird policy about visitors so I should probably just deal with it. OOC: I don't mind doing a thread, but how would it work out? I don't really enjoy multitasking things especially writing thingies. I could try making a thingy from what i have seen here. maybe.

OOC: Understandable, I would offer to run it myself but being both sides in a fight isn't really the best idea. Or I could make it less of a fight, and more Dresden casually destroying the thing if that would work. Not as if every case needs to be some grand struggle, unless you'd like to run one. Harry shakes his head and chuckles, just teach her how to get rid of demons... Yeah right. "If you have untapped magical talent and a few years to train with me, then sure I can teach you how to do away with demons. Otherwise, you'll need someone who knows what they're doing. Magic isn't easy or safe, and the fact that this demon hasn't killed you all tells me it's fairly weak, but." He pauses for a moment and wanders toward his desk, the man would grab a staff that had been leaning on the wall. "Ventas Reductas." A small breeze would emit from the top of the man's staff, blowing cooly against Esme's face as Harry gives the young woman a dead serious stare. "That little trick would take weeks to learn if you're really good, months even for some people if you even can learn. Banishing demons? You'd need way more than a magical blow drier to do something like that lady. In short, I can sort out a demon, but you? I'm going to strongly suggest against trying it, for your own safety."

Esme immediately frowns at Harry's challenge and puts both hands on her hips. Leaning into the power pose she stares at Harry directly in the eyes with an intensity mastered with ages of study. Her frown is a reflection of the pain brought upon by public schooling and her every pupils be so dead that even Lucifer would wet himself. I have survived more then you ever had mister and i'll beat the stupid demon in with a blow drier if I have to. Or maybe i'll use my secret weapon. Evilly laughing Esme reaches into her pocket and reveals a can of pepper spray. May the gods have mercy on the poor demon for I will show none whatsoever! OOC: Oh I can make the thing. Once I make you will just know UoU.

OOC: Ho boy, looking Harry in the eyes eh... Well, there's a thing that happens when one does that to a wizard of his world. And I shall try to show up for whatever happens! As the young woman looks Harry in the eyes, she'd suddenly be pulled into... Some kind of vision? Well, "The eyes are the window to the soul", and in his case that's literal. It's less of a vision, and more an impression, she'd get the undeniable sense that below the jokes and calling himself a wizard, Harry Dresden's sharp as a blade and rather concerned with keeping others safe... Perhaps a shepherd of sorts would be a word for his nature? Of course, Soulgazes are always unclear, and no telling what he gets in return, but the man would shake his head for a moment and rub at his eyes after coming out. "Whew, that's not something I do often Miss, and I make a habit of avoiding it... You caught me off guard, but uh welcome to a Soulgaze I guess. Hope you enjoyed... And be careful out there alright? I'd really hate if some ugly made anything happen to ya, especially after I already said I'd take the case."

Shaken Esme dumbly nods and quickly makes her way for the door. Once outside she slides to the ground while shaking with an intense mix of fear as well as excitement. Today she actually met the real deal and ran away like a pussy. Grabbing a bit at her hair Esme takes out her frustration on the pavement with the heavy thuds of her shoes. She didn't know what the heckie a Soulgaze was, but it was enough to trigger her lust for the occult. Dammit! Better have worked both ways for the geezer. Esme found herself hoping that the wizard saw her many tries at magic and the like. Everyday she spent trying to bring back the family spark. Hours of attracting everything freaky, but not the kind of freaky she needed. A tiny part of her wondered if the man even got to see the entity that defiled her house and lineage. Maybe he could be of use to her somehow. That is if it worked both ways. OOC: It will be soon then when the magic hour strikes or something equally cool. This has been fun. Thankee and byeee.

OOC: Soulgaze generally works both ways, but I realize in hindsight I was unclear on that at best... Either way, Harry would have a general sense of if she can be trusted and what drives her. And agreed! Wasn't expecting to get a minor case or anything honestly. Harry just sighs as the woman runs off, hopefully seeing into his soul didn't scare her too badly or anything... Something about that one was a bit weird though, maybe a desire to prove herself... Something about magic too, driven by a want to learn about such things... He can only guess at why, but perhaps the woman's family used to deal in it and hasn't for a while? Old tales of such things could lead to that after all. Hmm, that's one to watch out for, but he can't help being curious as he goes back to his desk and sits down once again, pulling out a pen and jotting down a few facts about the woman who'd been inside moments ago.

The door opens, and a girl wearing a pink and white hooded cloak enters, looking around curiously, If a bit timidly. Uuuumm...... hello~? Noticing the man, she steps up a bit closer Sign says.... Harry Dresden..... Wizard.... Are you an NPC? Or a player?

NPC or player? He knows what a video game is, but this sure as hell isn't one last he looked. "Since when is life a video game? Is this some kinda viral marketing or are you just messing with me... Either way, like the sign, says I'm a Wizard and the name's Harry Dresden." He'd smile at the girl, despite sounding rather curious as he looks at her he isn't exactly sure what to make of this one... "I uh also do detective work, so I guess you'd say I deal in quests people give me? Which makes me like a player if life were a game."

O-oh.... Ok? She looks a bit confused, but the smile calms her considerably Well.... I'm... uhh... kinda lost? I was wandering around the Beta of Menslo Online, specifically in the Cacotora continent... I entered one of the portals for a dungeon instance and found myself here? I don't know where I am... and... this place looks more like home than the game... What seems to be a pink, semi-transparent, holographic screen appears in front of her, and she fumbles with a few menus until a window with the word MAP across the screen appears.... the rest of it completely blank My map seems to be broken. And I can't log out and reset my position. I can't teleport back to the capital either..... But my menu still works, So I have to still be in the game...... So.... If you could help... that would be nice.... She looks back at Harry, a worried expression on her face Sorry.... I'm a new player... I don't know how these things work yet.

Oh boy... This "Nexus" thing has gone and made everything all weird, and Harry can't exactly take her there since he's almost sure such a place doesn't really exist... The man brings a hand to his chin, avoiding eye contact and appearing deep in thought as he leans on the staff in his right hand. "Hmm, well I don't quite have any menus myself. And I don't even know what kinda place that is..." Harry places the staff on a wall and claps his hands, a grin spreading across his face as he points to the city outside his doors. "Welcome to Chicago Illinois! Part of the United States and located on the North Amercian continent! Now, to sum up, how do I put this..." The man rubs the back of his head, explaining a magical event of unknown scale to someone who may or may not think magic is real and believes she's in a video game? This is going to be a tough nut to crack. "In short, there's something or someone pulling all kinds of people, maybe even places into this here version of Earth. Time and space seem a little wacky in some ways, in short? You've ended up here same as lots of people, though the largest number of... "Immigrants" seems to be in Tokyo Japan, as far as I can tell my whole city is in what some term "The Nexus". All I can guess is you somehow got here from your little game, and now... Welcome to a world where magic is so common most people don't even bat an eye at me calling myself a damn wizard. I'm used to at least weird looks, ya know? For you, it means that more likely than not you're gonna meet something or someone with things beyond the norm that isn't quite so friendly as I am. Try to be careful around here alright? I'd hate for some random kid playing the latest MMO to get hurt."

She looks completely bewildered by the explanation C-Chicago? But....? Uhh...... Nexus? I-is this an event or something? Hahaha..... She lets off a dry laugh as her hands begin to shake ...................................................... After a long pause, her legs give out and she drops to the floor T-this..... b-but... My menu? And.... ....................................... Haha.... H-how....? Even if it is true? How am I? How am I supposed to.... believe this? She grabs at her head under the hood and begins pulling at her hair, not violently, but enough that it's obvious she's distressed

An event? It is an event in the sense that something is in fact happening... "Sure, like one of those crossover event comics where everyone gets together to wail on the bad guys. Except we don't know who the bad guys are, or how to make things normal again, or uh anything! But yes it's basically just Secret Wars." The man sighs and walks over to her, offering the girl a hand up while still pointedly avoiding eye contact. He'd do his best to sound reassuring as he speaks, but well, a tall guy in a trenchcoat ain't exactly the most comforting thing around. "Listen, I get that it's a lot to take in okay? I was... Not nearly as bad as you when I figured this stuff out frankly. I'm a wizard detective I deal in weird on the daily so this isn't really the worst thing that could happen. But I get why it'd be pretty scary, you've never even thought magic was real right? Yet here you now stand talking to a man who claims that you're in a world full of it? I look insane right now no doubt, but I'm not messing with you, I'm no non-player character, and I really do want to help as best I can."

O-ok.... Thanks..... Sorry if I've been... troublesome. Or confusing.... She takes the hand, not looking up at the man as she stands, knees shaking I.... I just.... have to calm down.... a-and accept it... ................... She continues to run her unoccupied hand through her hair I just..... need some time... I guess......