<i>Other earths, or just not the same part of the world, both are possible after all... And my my, that Spirit isn't nearly as awful as Harry would have expected it to be. Hmm, maybe the kid is in control of it? He'd call out to Jiyu for a moment before speaking to Mark in a more normal tone.</i> &quot;Hey! That little spirit your doing kid!? I've never seen someone commanding a thing like that, but I don't claim to know everything! And I can't say on that Mark, I'm from Chicago Illinois after all, so even if we're from the same planet... Well, I wouldn't blame ya for not knowing me.&quot;

<i>The man attempts to leap backward and get out of the way, of course, the ones which had started closer to him would still fly into the man, a turn to the side send them flying into his coat, thick leather enchanted to stand up to most force... Of course, it's still a blunt impact on his side.</i> &quot;Not bad, so how's that working anyway? I doubt you've met any Angels, but it seems a bit like Soulfire. Oh and... Hope ya don't mind it getting breezy. <b>VENTAS SERVITAS!</b> &quot; <i>The man swings the staff in his right hands toward Em, gusts of wind rushing off it and slamming toward the boy. Moreover, any of the projectiles which hadn't already slammed into Harry would be sent flying back toward Em. Hopefully forcing the boy on the defense.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Harry-Dresden)</div>

<i>That... Looks like enough from where Harry's standing, it's a simple bit of training right? And between the being slammed around, and getting hit by shards of &quot;Metal&quot;. He's not exactly feeling great himself, the man would let the power of his Mantle drop and begin leaning on his staff.</i> &quot;I can keep going if you insist. But I'd be alright just dropping it here and calling a tie honestly. Things like this don't need to go on till someone is about to pass out, god forbid die. So, I'll admit I'm pretty impressed...&quot; <i>He'd stow the blasting rod away in his coat, no need to keep his weapons openly out any longer. But he's got one question here.</i> &quot;How exactly do those Personas work? I've seen two today now, and that white hair guy said he has one too. They seem common, far more so than magic is back home, unless I'm just in a random hotspot... Speaking of that, I oughta get started on going back home soon here. Though, expect to see me around a bit if this place is as supernatural as I'm starting to think, I am quite curious about the place now. Oh and one last, what's with that little stance of yours? I can't quite tell what exactly, but it's clearly some clever trick or another which involves putting your swords down.&quot;

<i>A pillar of light huh? Not half bad, the spell itself wasn't too obvious... But the standing in place, blades not drawn? It screams trap.</i> &quot;It's how you put your swords away and just stood there, I couldn't sense the magic without doing something a bit risky, and I didn't notice any chants or hand motions either. Still, I've been in a lot of fights before despite not really loving them... As for Yu, I'll try to have a chat with him sometime, but for now, I really should get going as well.&quot; <i>Harry would begin walking off toward the exit, only rather than going through the door the wizard shrugs to himself and stares at it for a moment, debating something to himself before uttering a single word as he makes a motion of pulling something open across the doorframe.</i> &quot;Aparturum.&quot; <i>A shimmering portal takes form in the broken doorway of GYM, the man would walk through it and take note of where exactly he ends up... The Nevernever is connected to everywhere after all, and for now he'll just head on back home, halfway around the world doesn't take so long when you know the proper ways. Regardless, the portal vanishes as soon as Dresden walks through, leaving behind not even a trace of the gateway to another world that stood moments before.</i>

<i>Breaking... Can people just, ignore the compulsion to break down the door? Geez, why's that gotta be done? Oh well, the older man would return Em's smile... Huh, everyone around here seems to be a teenager or so, what's up with that?</i> &quot;So, you here to train then? I'm curious enough about you guys around here to fight. I can hand to hand or fight with magic... Though uh, on the off chance you'd consider a duel to the death, I will say those are right out for me. I'm not some kinda Klingon who kills for fun or anything.&quot; <i>He'd smirk over toward Em, leaning on the staff in his right hand with a casual look on his face as he sizes the boy up.</i>

<i>A man in a black coat wanders into the GYM, he'd be carrying a wooden staff in one hand and a rod inscribed with some sort of mystic runes in the other. And a series of silver rings on each of his fingers. He'd open the door like a normal human being, rather than blasting it down... For some reason, he feels compelled to destroy it, however, almost like an enchantment on the door? Either way, he greets Kalib with a smile on his face as he walks through the doors.</i> &quot;So, GYM eh? Odd name for a place and your door is strangely appealing to blow up for some reason pal! If I didn't have as much self control, I might have turned it to dust. Is that intentional on your part, or just a weird quirk? Anyway, name's Harry Dresden and I'm kinda... Getting a lay of the land, so to speak.&quot; <i>He'd then look over toward Makoto, hmm guy looks pretty young too. And he seems like he's barely gotten any sleep... Can't be good for one's health, but who's Harry to speak about worrying over health?</i> &quot;As for training, I might just be talked into a bit of it. We talking magic here, or just plain old fighting? I can do either... Though I must warn you, I'm much better at the former.&quot;

<i>Harry would shrug it off, well he's not fully trusting of the giant snake monster, he won't kill it on sight just for being weird either. As for Mark, he nods to the man follows him under the tape... Well, he's seen worse things than this before, but the smell is still stomach-churning, and the sight ain't pretty either.</i> &quot;Geez, gotta wonder what makes people do things like this... I'm normally one to crack a joke, but even so it'd be in poor taste here. Hopefully, we can put a stop to this soon enough.&quot; <i>He too would begin looking around, if he can happen to find any blood of the killer laying around, well that'd be a decent way to track em down with magic. Of course, maybe he can find some sort of ritual circle, any sign of what exactly happened here would be nice...</i>

<i>Harry stares at Samson for a moment... Preparing to block an attack from the Persona, when he's suddenly left stunned for a moment by Em flying toward him. He'd attempt to duck under the kick, but it still slams into his left shoulder, leaving the man wincing as he goes flying back a few feet and burns smolder on his jacket. The man would stand up and grin at Em, not a bad trick at all, but if he knew how those Personas worked he'd a seen it coming.</i> &quot;Nifty there kid, so you can get rid of the spirit too huh? I'll keep it in mind from now on, glad I found out here instead of meeting it in the field against someone who wants me dead. As for the name... I dunno, Passibus Pedum ain't bad, but yeah kinda long. Could always try mental chants, but those are dangerous, at least for me. Not sure on yo- <b>LAQUEUS!</b>&quot; <i> As Harry mouths off, he'd suddenly break his speech and shout out a spell name. Magic rushing from his hands and taking shape of a glowing and flashing rope, normally this spell would have sharp bits and be designed to cut into the target. Em would simply find a cord of force wrapping around him, however, made with a tiny bit of the man's soul. Either way, he rips back on it with inhuman force and aims to pull the boy toward him. If he succeeded in tearing Em off the ground and pulling him through the air, Harry would quickly take hold of his staff and shout out Forzare, the staff rushing toward Em as a blast of powerful force magic shoots from it, aiming to send the boy flying backward as the forces of his pull collide with his forward blast. If he failed to get Em to him, he'd just keep pulling on the cord for now and duck down, aiming to instead drop the boy to the ground.</i>

<i>A man in a black coat and dark brown shirt, he can also be seen carrying a simple wooden staff wanders onto the scene. For a moment he'd simply stand around, listening in closely at what exactly these cops might be talking about, after hearing there's a body with missing eyeballs... Well now, that's either one sick bastard, or some power hungry Warlock pulling a &quot;nifty&quot; ritual. Either way, better go ahead and make it his business... If he can get these cops to let him lend a hand that is. Funny, how police get so twitchy about letting random people join their cases. With a sigh, Harry walks out from behind the building he was taking cover at, and looks over toward Mark.</i> &quot;So, you boys are looking into a missing items case then. Eyeballs aren't exactly my usual thing to look for, but I do happen to deal with these things... Harry Dresden, a detective for hire at your service. Now then, if you don't mind I'd like to offer my help, free of charge of course seeing as how well, you guys don't have any knowledge of me. Be nice to get my name out there, ya know?&quot;

<i>The man would stare at the large figured which had just taken shape in front of him, so it's another of these Persona things huh? They seem common around here, so he'll have to get used to it... Too bad for him, Harry wasn't ready to react to something like that, he'd toss his coat into the way of it but still ultimately be sent flying back and land on the ground with a thud. Despite that, however, the man would still stagger up with his staff and dust himself off. Before quickly rushing back toward Em, displaying inhuman speed as he does so.</i> &quot;Huh, my fire didn't work as well as I had expected... I could use more, lots more, but that would burn down the whole building and then some. So instead, let's try something a little different. <b>INFRIGA!</b>&quot; <i>Harry would slam his staff down into the ground, ice jetting from the bottom of his tool and spreading out across an area of about 40 feet all around them. Despite the fact that he's standing on ice, his footing is still perfect. With that, he'd show Em a feral smirk and try to smack the boy straight in the chest with his staff, aiming to slam the heavy wooden object into his foe with incredible force.</i> &quot;I've got a neat little trick for fighting on ice, but I wonder how your footwork does hmm? Likely not too good, if you're anything like most people.&quot;