Post by Toby on Jun 24, 2012 10:14:19 GMT -5
As he marched up the path from Drakborough, "Harvey" could not help the wave of nostalgia. From his simple time spent with Fuu and Muryllis, to slipping back and forth from the Fortress with intelligence for the Society, to his evening walks alone. They were ghosts of memories, though. So much had happened, he had hardly been much of a student anyway. But now, his agenda was radically altered. The simple plan to scavenge in the Diadem Ruins had been put on pause - SOMEONE had charmed it out from under him. And if he had learned anything, it was that anyone who knew anything had business at some point at Firefox.
So he had come prepared.
His choice of shirt to match his vest/jeans/yellow bandanna tied around his upper bicep was a green, faded, 'Flogging Molly' shirt. He carried under one arm a hefty stack of fliers, all completely re-designed and manufactured previously. His other hand was tucked comfortably into his pocket, and he whistled a chipper little tune. Forest-green eyes locked onto the Arch as it came into sight, along as the sounds of students reaching his ears. He fought another nostalgia pang, perhaps his long-lost innocence trying to make a dying gasp, but it was put down quickly.
Harvey drew his wand, and spun it in his fingers. He noticed a few eyes on him, some curious students outside between classes. Good. They would talk. This was, of course, a bit of a publicity stunt - and went against everything he instinctively wanted - but the Harvey persona demanded he live up to this end. That...and his bar needed customers. He stopped inside the Arch, and grinned, glancing from one person to another, before withdrawing momentarily, curling within himself.
The next moment he chucked the fliers into the air, and flicked his wand. The mass of scattered papers froze in mid-air, before flying around eachother, a flying, globe of paper that lasted for a few moments before exploding outwards, fliers attaching themselves to the Arch, spaced out enough to not look like litter, but enough to be very, VERY visible. They were relatively simple.
The banners at the top read, in a rather fancy little font, "JOKER'S - Now Open and Under New Management." Underneath was a moving picture of Harvey, grinning his winning, pearly-white smile - he was laughing of course, and gesturing to the small, perpetual fireworks occurring around his inked self. The bottom read, "Special Welcome Back Offer: Firefox Students get their first meal and drink, FREE! So come on down!" Along with the address and hours of operation at the very bottom in the smallest print next to the little legal bit about drinking age for alcohol.
The first years, at the very least, were fascinated, and Harvey was chuckling at the myriad of responses. He didn't know if advertising like this - while only TECHNICALLY in the school was legal, but the exposure was what he needed. The more students down at his Bar, the more information. And perhaps he'd get the teachers coming as well...
For the moment, at least, he waited, ready to take any possible reprimand from anyone in charge.
So he had come prepared.
His choice of shirt to match his vest/jeans/yellow bandanna tied around his upper bicep was a green, faded, 'Flogging Molly' shirt. He carried under one arm a hefty stack of fliers, all completely re-designed and manufactured previously. His other hand was tucked comfortably into his pocket, and he whistled a chipper little tune. Forest-green eyes locked onto the Arch as it came into sight, along as the sounds of students reaching his ears. He fought another nostalgia pang, perhaps his long-lost innocence trying to make a dying gasp, but it was put down quickly.
Harvey drew his wand, and spun it in his fingers. He noticed a few eyes on him, some curious students outside between classes. Good. They would talk. This was, of course, a bit of a publicity stunt - and went against everything he instinctively wanted - but the Harvey persona demanded he live up to this end. That...and his bar needed customers. He stopped inside the Arch, and grinned, glancing from one person to another, before withdrawing momentarily, curling within himself.
The next moment he chucked the fliers into the air, and flicked his wand. The mass of scattered papers froze in mid-air, before flying around eachother, a flying, globe of paper that lasted for a few moments before exploding outwards, fliers attaching themselves to the Arch, spaced out enough to not look like litter, but enough to be very, VERY visible. They were relatively simple.
The banners at the top read, in a rather fancy little font, "JOKER'S - Now Open and Under New Management." Underneath was a moving picture of Harvey, grinning his winning, pearly-white smile - he was laughing of course, and gesturing to the small, perpetual fireworks occurring around his inked self. The bottom read, "Special Welcome Back Offer: Firefox Students get their first meal and drink, FREE! So come on down!" Along with the address and hours of operation at the very bottom in the smallest print next to the little legal bit about drinking age for alcohol.
The first years, at the very least, were fascinated, and Harvey was chuckling at the myriad of responses. He didn't know if advertising like this - while only TECHNICALLY in the school was legal, but the exposure was what he needed. The more students down at his Bar, the more information. And perhaps he'd get the teachers coming as well...
For the moment, at least, he waited, ready to take any possible reprimand from anyone in charge.