Royal Tenenbarks: Is this name too irreverent?

Royal Tenenbarks: yeah prolly, huh?

Angelia Caponelli: (Lols)

Aerin Thomas: ((That's awesome. *G*))

Princess, etc.: So, St. Regis Club. Top 19-39 floors of the Essex House, overlooking Central Park. Presidential suite.

Angelia Caponelli: So Ang arrives with Aeron, having selected a very expensive but simple, dark grey sun dress, snug enough fitting that it's obvious she's not hiding any weapons, and playing up her fair features and frame.

Aerin Thomas: He meets Angelia at the appointed spot, a couple of blocks away, dressed as per usual, in the trenchcoat, dress shirt underneath, and slacks. He heads on up with her, to the suite.

Bekele: He's about 6' 4", very tan, with shoulder length, wildly flaring wheatblonde hair that's bleached almost platinum on the top from the sun. He has hieroglyphs (a cartouche, I believe) stretching down over his breastbone. He's strongly muscled, looks to be about 16, and aside from the fact that he's got his left arm in a sling and his shoulder's bandaged, he's the spitting image of Lucien Durrieax, the blonde 17 year old in the designer suit cut along the lines of a prussian military officer's. And a mirror image of Phillip Durrieaux, the blonde 15 year old dressed in Middle Ages garb that looks rather authentic.

Princess, etc.: (Phillipe, not Phillip)

Bekele: He wears cargo shorts slung low on his hips, the line of his midnite blue boxer briefs showing. His pockets are empty. His free/good hand is tied with leather bands to the chainmail belt around his waist.

Angelia Caponelli: She's going for the, 'look I'm pretty, some what like you but non threatening' look it would seem. She looks over Aerin in the elevator, "Remind me to buy you a suit after this," she tells him quietly.

Bekele: (tied behind his back.) He sits in the center of an overstuffed sofa in the middle of the lavish suite's living room.

Princess, etc.: Lucien answers the door after they knock. He regards both of them studiously. (Sense Wyrm)

Princess, etc.: 6,7,1,2,2,9,3,

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little to her as they head up through the elevator, maintaining his poise. He did well enough the last time he was advocate...even if he did lose. Here's hopin' this time works out more to their favor. "I'll try to remember that. Didn't have much of a chance to change, though."

Angelia Caponelli: (none that I know of) She looks up at Lucien as he lets them in and nods politely.

Princess, etc.: Phillipe sits to the left of Bekele's sofa, holding on to the other end of the chain mail belt. Prince Jean paces angrily behind the sofa. The Princess sits in the 'power chair' that overlooks the room, and Andra sits in the chair to Phillipe's right.

Princess, etc.: Luc opens the door wider and motions them both in. Clearly, he doesn't think much of Ang.

Bekele: He seems resigned. Grim. He does, however, smile when he sees Ang.

Aerin Thomas: A respectful nod to Lucian, and he steps into the room.

Princess, etc.: Phillipe has on his right arm a bronze shield that appears quite ancient. On the granite table in front of Andra is a small bronze goblet that resembles a miniature Cup of Osiris, but has Ogham rather than hieroglyphs.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over the room slowly, cooling some what as she looks over the princess and warming again when she sees Bekele. She draws an envelope out of her purse and drops it on a table near Princess, "We found some of your people."

Aerin Thomas: His eyes pass over the room, taking it all in. Each of the royals get a nod, with Jean and Carlotta getting more deferential bows. Bekele gets a supportive smile.

Princess, etc.: "We have a slight...difficulty here," the Princes intones, motioning for Aerin and Ang to sit. "Neither Luc nor Phillipe speaks English. And I do not believe either of you speak French?"

Bekele: He gives Aerin a smile, but it's wan. He looks like his shoulder is hurting him.

Aerin Thomas: He moves to take a seat. "I'm afraid I do not, Your Highness."

Angelia Caponelli: "No, but I speak Italian." She moves to take the offered seat.

Princess, etc.: She considers this. "I shall request, then, that His Royal Highness Prince Jean translates for you." She inclines her head. "If that is acceptable?"

Aerin Thomas: "That would be acceptable to me, Your Highness, yes. Thank you."

Princess, etc.: She smiles at that, as if happy to see Aerin is being resonable. She ignores Ang.

Angelia Caponelli: She remains quiet, her hands folding on her lap, her attention sliding side ways to Bekele as she's being ignored any how.

Bekele: He looks at her and says in Afrikaans "Jaikula Freedom saw Nate. As did Eddie."

Princess, etc.: "Good then," The princess nods, and Jean translates into the French for Luc and Phillipe.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, acknowledging the smile, and waits for the Royals to begin the proceedings. Their home turf, they set the rules, unfortunately. He keeps the 'unfortunately' well off his face.

Princess, etc.: The Princess frowns at Bekele and looks to Aerin. "I advise you, advocate, to maintain control of your ward."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit to Bekele and frowns slightly not saying anything further then that acknowledgement.

Princess, etc.: "Now, it has come to my attention that this one," she indicates Bekele, "has been making very public and very slanderous comments about us. We are very displeased with this."

Aerin Thomas: Lips press together for a moment, and he gives the Princess a short nod before looking to Bekele. "Dawit...I believe that the Princess would prefer you not use languages unknown to them. Please."

Bekele: He smirks somewhat defiantly at Aerin and says "I would prefer they not dig their fingers into my wounds when they guide me from place to place, but that preference has not as yet been respected."

Princess, etc.: The Princess presses her lips together and looks to Aerin. "Why did you ask me about the Crown Prince?"

Bekele: "Ask them what they did with Douglas?" He asks. "They kidnapped Douglas for trying to keep them from capturing me."

Angelia Caponelli: She keeps watching Bekele, a small, sad smile settling onto her lips.

Aerin Thomas: "I can understand that." He gives Bekele a hint of a smile, and looks back to the Princess. "I asked, simply, because it is obvious that Trevor Dunne died, at some point. The man standing here is not Trevor Dunne. However, His Highness Price Jean has stated, and I believe him, that you did not torture him to death, as Dawit claims. So there must be another option."

Bekele: As Jean translates both Luc and Phil shake their heads, with Luc saying something quite emphatically, and Jean growing more angry. The Princess raises her hand as if calming them both, and looking to Aerin. "We did nothing to the Baron."

Bekele: (Gah crosspost, sorry.)

Princess, etc.: As Jean translates both Luc and Phil shake their heads, with Luc saying something quite emphatically, and Jean growing more angry. The Princess raises her hand as if calming them both, and looking to Aerin. "We did nothing to the Baron."

Bekele: "I saw you throw him into the trunk of your car," Bekele counters.

Aerin Thomas: "A topic, Your Highness, we will address after the current issue regarding the Crown Prince is finished. I would like to resolve these points one at a time."

Angelia Caponelli: "What was the blue fire then?" She asks, some what detatched, as though her mind's already rolled ahead to the next question.

Princess, etc.: Andra pipes up, nodding in concordance with Aerin. "Yes," she says. "Let us dispense with the slanderous accusations first, so that we may get to the truth of things."

Aerin Thomas: A nod to Andra, and a smile. "Thank you, Signorina."

Princess, etc.: The Princess ignores Ang, and looks to Aerin. "You requested this one's presence as a witness," she indicates Ang. "Please control your witness, else we shall eject her before she has a chance to state her testimony."

Princess, etc.: 8,7,4,8,3,6,10,

Aerin Thomas: "Angelia..." He looks to her. "Please. Trust me."

Bekele: 6,7,4,

Bekele: His eyes nsrrow, and he looks around the room suspiciously.

Angelia Caponelli: She focuses on Aerin and nods looking faintly apologetic. For him at least.

Princess, etc.: "Now, firstly, we contend that it is absurd to claim that anyone tortured Trevor Dunne to death, as he is sitting right there." She points to Bekele.

Aerin Thomas: A look to Bekele, questioningly, before he looks back to the Princess. "Your Highness...may I possibly request a short amount of time to speak with my ward?"

Princess, etc.: "The slanderous claims made against us by this one," she indicates Bekele, "and that...creature at the cafe were abominable."

Princess, etc.: She considers this, then nods. "You may speak. But not alone. There have been far to many tricks adn glamours around this one," she indicates Bekele.

Aerin Thomas: He nods to the Princess gratefully. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Princess, etc.: Phillipe murmurs something in French to Luc and exchanges glances with him.

Angelia Caponelli: Stil sitting quietly, she goes back to watching Dawit.

Bekele: He glances over at Phillipe, as if surprised at what he says.

Angelia Caponelli: (linguistics here?)

Angelia Caponelli: 8,5,4,4,9,9,

Aerin Thomas: His eyes move over to Bekele, and he murmurs to him, quietly. "What was that look? I know you've got certain senses I don't..."

Bekele: "Someone...invoked something," he says to Aerin, still frowning, utterly puzzled at Phillipe.

Aerin Thomas: Hmm. He nods a little. "All right. And..." He looks to Phillipe, then back at Bekele, questioningly.

Princess, etc.: "I activated Truth of Gaia," Andra says, looking to Aerin. "I wish to learn the truth. There have been far too many lies."

Angelia Caponelli: Her brow furrows just slightly at Bekele before she looks to Andra and nods slightly, not that they care for her aproaval or lack there of.

Aerin Thomas: "Of course, Signorina. I quite agree, the truth of the matter should be gotten too. I would also request, Your Highness..." A civil look to the Princess, "...that, as we have use of a translator so that all present may understand the proceedings, that all comments made relating to these proceedings be translated, for courteousness's sake?"

Bekele: He murmers a question to Phillipe. it sounds like he's asking him to explain his remark

Princess, etc.: The Princess makes a motion to Bekele, as if cutting off that dialogue. "We shall use English for this proceeding. What they say to one another is not meant for this. Only what they say to the room is to be translated."

Princess, etc.: The Princess glares at Phil, who chews his lip and bows his head deferentially. It seems Ang isn't the only one being told to stfu.

Princess, etc.: "I believe the question at hand was...did any of us of La Mort Sourire torture Trevor Dunne at all?" Jean says, still offended by the accusation. "And the answer to that is resoundlingly NO."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over to Andra now, watching her closely.

Aerin Thomas: "Fair enough, Your Highness. Thank you. I believe I'm ready to proceed again." A polite smile, before he continues. "To address your points, I again content that this man is not Trevor Dunne, and can assure you, without any equivocation or doubt in my mind, that Trevor Dunne is in fact no longer living. While I know this has been said before by others, I can state it without a shadow of uncertainty in my mind."

Angelia Caponelli: 6,1,3,6,7,2,

Princess, etc.: The Princess looks to Aerin, then to Andra, as if asking if Aerin will accept Andra's judgement on the truth of things.

Aerin Thomas: "I'm not contending that any of La Mort Sourire tortured Trevor Dunne. I am stating that he was tortured, however, and tortured to death, as a matter of fact."

Princess, etc.: 8,8,5,5,2,3,

Aerin Thomas: A nod of acknowledgment at the look from Carlotte. "The Signorina's judgment will of course suffice, Your Highness."

Princess, etc.: Andra looks to Jean at his contention, then to the Princess, then to Aerin at his works, looking confused about Trevor being dead, then paling slightly at what Aerin says about him being tortured to death.

Princess, etc.: Glances fly about the room, the pack exchanging looks from one to the other, clearly confused.

Angelia Caponelli: She calmly smooths her skirt over her lap and continues her intent study of Andra.

Bekele: He looks at the others, brow furrowing.

Aerin Thomas: He remains perfectly calm, completely placid. "And again, I would ask, for clarification, if Trevor Dunne was ever in the custody of Crown Prince Phillipe, Duke of Brabant, as opposed to yours?"

Princess, etc.: "Why do you say these things?" The Princess asks Aerin

Aerin Thomas: "I say them because I believe them to be nothing less then the truth, Your Highness."

Princess, etc.: Phillipe hears his name and looks somewhat affronted before Jean gives the translation and then he frowns deeply.

Princess, etc.: "And how did you come to such truths?"

Aerin Thomas: "Respectfully, Your Highness...may I have the answer to my question, which I posed back on the streets before these proceedings took place, before I answer that?"

Bekele: Bekele sighs and closes his eyes.

Princess, etc.: "I do not know," the Princess admits. "I was...indisposed. Andra was looking after me."

Aerin Thomas: A short nod of acknowledgment. "Does anybody here know? I assume, of course, that Crown Prince Phillipe had access to him while he was inside the Belgian embassy."

Bekele: "I did not see him there," Bekele says. "I saw the Princess."

Angelia Caponelli: She reaches over to nudge Aerin's knee lightly before resting her hands back into her lap.

Princess, etc.: Andra frowns, and looks to Aerin. "She speaks the truth. He does not."

Bekele: He frowns, then amends "Trevor did not see the Crown Prince. He saw...her." He nods his head toward the Princess.

Princess, etc.: Andra frowns, but nods. "That is truth."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Dawit and nods. Angelia gets a questioning look, and finally, a glance to Andra, lips pressed together. "Your Highness, I think it would be best, in order to get to the truth, if Dawit were to explain the events as they occurred."

Princess, etc.: As Jean translates both Phillipe and Luc look very puzzled. Phillipe's brows raise, and he gives a bit of a smile, exclaiming something to himself.

Aerin Thomas: "And I believe my witness has something to say that may be relevant to the proceedings, as well."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Aerin and nods faintly.

Bekele: He frowns more deeply and sighs. He looks like the pain of his injury is starting to wear on him. "Trevor was very drunk. He had been drinking very very heavily before he was apprehended by Prince Jean, Lucien, and Phillipe. He passed out in the car, and he did not awaken until he was in the cell, in the basement of the Belgian embassy. He was chained up in manacles, on his knees with an iron collar round his neck. Every few minutes, at random intervals, some man in a blue suit would come in and stick him with..." again he seems to have to dredge the words up as if it is very foreign and hard for him to remember, "Tasers."

Bekele: "This went on for...I do not know how long. It seemed like hours. Trevor judged it to be so, but he was...very drunk."

Angelia Caponelli: She closes her eyes and takes a slow breath, then opens the again, her features remaining smooth and calm.

Princess, etc.: "There is no cell in the basement of the Belgian Embassy," the Princess counters.

Aerin Thomas: The description of what happened to Trevor has obvious effect on him, as his eyes cast down to the floor, a deep sadness in them. He shuts his eyes, focusing himself back into a more appropriate semblance, as he listens.

Bekele: "That you know about," he counters.

Princess, etc.: Andra blinks at all that, and frowns even more deeply. She looks to Jean, who hesitates before translating to the twins.

Aerin Thomas: He opens his eyes at the dual countering, and looks to Andra, as if to verify that Dawit is speaking the truth.

Princess, etc.: The Princess scowls and looks to Andra, who sighs and nods. "C'est la vérité."

Angelia Caponelli: Her attention moves around before she looks towards the twins herself.

Princess, etc.: This seems to anger the Princess, and she sits up ramrod straight, eyes flashing, hand moving out to stab in Dawit's direction. "Who is he, then, if he is not Trevor Dunne?"

Bekele: "I am Dawit Asad Bekele."

Aerin Thomas: He smiles faintly and gratefully at Andra, before looking to Dawit. A glance up to the Princess. "Your Highness...his shoulder wound is obviously taxing him. I would request permission to heal his wound?"

Princess, etc.: "A name. You change your name and your appearance, as you have done so many times before, fake your death, or die and be revived so that you can truthfully say that Trevor Dunne has died. But you are still him. How can you not be him?"

Princess, etc.: "No," he says heatedly to Aerin. "I am not convinced this is not some magic your puppetmaster has thrown on us to delude us into believing as you wish..."

Princess, etc.: (She says. damn kb and the lazy ssssss's)

Angelia Caponelli: She looks back at the Princess. "Your Highness. May I explain? And perhaps provide a simple solution?"

Bekele: "They think Myles was Roosthorn," he clarifies for Aerin.

Bekele: "A tall redhead...and the idiot, as per usual...fed into their misconception."

Aerin Thomas: "Your Highness..." He looks at her, still respectfully, despite the insult thrown his way. "I have been nothing but honorable in accordance with your wishes. At no time have I lied to or deceived you." He looks to Bekele, and blinks. His lips press together, amused, and he looks back. "Myles Jordan is, I can most definitely assure you, NOT Roosthorn. Roosthorn is trapped in Erebus."

Aerin Thomas: "Further, in no way is Myles Jordan a master of me, in ANY way, shape, or form." And that, he actually looks mildly offended at.

Bekele: He looks directly at Andra, sincere. "The man who sat at the table, who I introduced as Myles was not Roosthorn. He is not a vampire puppetmaster, nor is he a minion, agent, or associated with the cult of Angu in any way other than through having helped those in this room destroy it. Roosthorn is, as far as i know, in Erebus and will be there until the Silver Lake burns the taint out of his soul."

Aerin Thomas: "And lastly...with all due respect, Your Highness, I fail to understand how easing the man's discomfort, which would allow him to continue through these proceedings without pain, is relevant to the veractiy of what you're being told."

Angelia Caponelli: She continutes waiting less patiently now, to be able to speak.

Princess, etc.: Jean translates. The twins look somewhat cross that they had been overheard. Luc asks a question. Jean translates: "How did he know what we were saying?"

Princess, etc.: She frowns at Aerin. "Trevor Dunne is very well known for his ability to kill Garou, and his enjoyment of doing the same. It is not prudent to heal an enemy until he is in a secure location, which this is most definitely not." She looks to Ang, then to Aerin. "Do you wish to call upon this witness?"

Aerin Thomas: "I do." He nods, then looks to Angelia. "Please, explain what you feel is relevant to the situation at hand."

Angelia Caponelli: "First of all, for the record, I will confirm that this man here is not Trevor Dunne. Trevor DUnne had been drinking so heavily for the past months that eventually his lungs collapsed in the wake of the 'blue fire' which I assume to mean tazerings, that were inflicted upon him."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Andra to confirm all this.

Bekele: Bekele nods assent to that.

Aerin Thomas: Something occurs to him at what Angelia says, as if something suddenly makes sense. His face falls a little, and he shuts his eyes as he listens.

Princess, etc.: "I believe you believe you are telling the truth," Andra says.

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Andra, "Furthermore, when he was initially taken in, I should point out that it was by Jean, Luc and Phillip, as that should be on the record as we're discussing who had access to him and when."

Princess, etc.: Luc looks highly annoyed as his question goes unaswered and folds his arms, going into a sulk that clearly reminds Ang of Trevor's.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over to Luc with a rather odd look, like the expression that's sort of an odd twist of grief and amusement.

Princess, etc.: Jean translates and Luc and Phillip agree.

Princess, etc.: Phillipe says something and Jean translates: "He gave an honorable surrender, but the woman violated the treaty and shot me with a drugged dart."

Princess, etc.: "Me, meaning me," Jean indicates himself. "Not Phillipe."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit and looks back to the princess, "Now what's happened. Trevor died. This is the work of the spirits. This... I'm not sure what we should call him, I would say rebirth but he is not at all the same man, has been cleansed of the sins and horrors that Trevor experienced. But I would suggest that you consult your totem or a spirit familier with you who I have no doubt would confirm that this man here is not Trevor Dunne or One Who Watches."

Aerin Thomas: His eyes open, looking over to Jean, then back to Angelia. A little nod, and he looks back up to Carlotta.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Jean and nods, "I did and I'm very sorry for it Jean. And in my effort to make it up to you I've brought information on those Silver Fang kin we saved." She tilts her hand to indicate the envelope.

Princess, etc.: Jean just stares at her, as if he can ~not~ believe she just called him that.

Princess, etc.: "I am," he says pointedly. "His Royal Highness, Prince Jean Benoît Guillaume Robert Antoine Louis Marie Adolphe Marc d'Aviano of Luxembourg, Hereditary Prince of Nassau, Prince of Bourbon-Parma."

Aerin Thomas: Ah, shit. "'Your Highness' would have been more appropriate in this situation, Angelia," he murmurs to her.

Angelia Caponelli: "A very impressive list of titles your Highness. I mean no offence," which she actually doesn't, "I only mean to get to the truth." She looks to Andra to confirm again everything she's said thus far.

Princess, etc.: "If you cannot recall such a simple thing as 'Your Highness,' perhaps you would prefer to list out my entire name? You would prefer to say: GRAND DUKE OF LUXEMBOURG, Duke of Nassau, Prince of Bourbon-Parma, Count Palatine of the Rhine, Count of Sayn, Königstein, Katzenelnbogen and Diez, Burggrave of Hammerstein, Lord of Mahlberg, Wiesbaden, Idstein, Merenberg, Limburg and Eppstein, Grand Master Order of the Golden Lion of Nassau, of Civ and Mil Order of Merit of Adolphe of Nassau, the Oaken Crown, and Merit, Kt Orders of the Garter, Golden Fleece de Espana, Golden Fleece von Austria, the Seraphim, Collar of Order of the Golden Spur, Collar of Order of Pius IX, Bailiff Grand Cross of Honorable & Devoted Soveriegn Military Order of Malta, Collar of Order of Holy Sepulchre, Senator Grand Cross of the Parmesan Constantinian Order of St. George, Grand Cross of Orders of Leopold I, Order of the Lion, and the Legion of Honour, son of Prince Félix of Bourbon-Parma

Princess, etc.: (and Troo thought I was kidding when I threw out the first list as the 'short one'. *G*)

Aerin Thomas: And amazingly, he probably got it all out in one breath. He nods to Jean, deferentially, and looks to Angelia.

Bekele: Bekele just stares at Jean. And stares at him. And stares at him. And then begins to laugh hysterically.

Aerin Thomas: "Dawit...please." He winces, visibly. This is getting out of control, and there's only so much damage control he can do.

Angelia Caponelli: "Your Highness, with all due respect your title is not on trial here, no one questions it. And if I addressed you with too much familiarity for your comfort I am deeply sorry, I have been away from the old world far too long and my mannors have begun rusting. Now, back to the trial if you please. I was suggesting you seek the council of a familier spirit to confirm that this man is not Mr Dunne. A spirit you trust."

Bekele: He leans forward, bowing his head, unable to stop laughing, his face twisting into a rictus, tears beginning to stream down his face.

Princess, etc.: Jean nods to Ang, graciously accepting her apology. But Bekele's guffaws have him non-plussed. He looks to the Princess, who seems to suspect some sort of ploy on Bekele's part.

Bekele: 4,1,9,7,

Bekele: He seems to be growing a bit weak from the laughter and slides off the sofa onto his knees.

Aerin Thomas: "Dawit..." He looks to the man, his face conerned. ((Per+Med, then Per+Emp))

Aerin Thomas: 1,9,7,3,7,

Aerin Thomas: 2,1,5,3,4,4,7,

Angelia Caponelli: "And I would be more then happy to assist with the summoning of said spirit... no offence to your theurge should you have one amongst you. I'm unaware which of you is born under which moon." Then and only then does she acknowledge Bekele's hysterics by standing up, very slowly to show that there's not threat in her movement and moves slowly towards Bekele.

Bekele: He rests his forehead on the granite coffee table and just spasms, tears falling, and it's very hard to tell for a moment if he's sobbing or laughing.

Princess, etc.: Andra and the Princess both stand to intervene, blocking Ang's path to Bekele, tho she has a good line of sight to him down the coffee table.

Bekele -> Aerin Thomas: (He's tired, probably because it's only been a few days since he lost so much blood and his injury, while not life threatening, is still a drain on somebody who's not used to weathering the kind of torment Trev lived with on a regular basis.)

Angelia Caponelli: She looks up at the Princess, "Your Highness, please. I have no intention of freeing him."

Princess, etc.: Phillipe says something to Luc, looking concerned about Dawit. Luc frowns, looking undecided. He glances to the Princess, asks her a question.

Princess, etc.: "Sit," the Princess commands Ang, and looks to Aerin as if warning him to control his witness.

Bekele: 8,4,1,

Angelia Caponelli: 4,2,7,4,1,4,

Angelia Caponelli: (that's lang again, though I supose that sucked) She glances down at Aerin and reluctantly retreats back to her seat.

Bekele: He turns his head to the side, resting his tear stained cheek on the cool granite, eyes searching out Ang, his look a strange mixture of grief, pride, and immeasureable sadness. "Son of Prince Félix of Bourbon-Parma..."

Aerin Thomas: "Angelia, for the Goddess's sake and for Dawit's, sit down." He looks to the Princess. "Your Highness...there is a problem here. You are treating Dawit Asad Bekele as if he has lived the life and is used to the kinds of interrogation tactics and punishment that Trevor Dunne endured on a regular basis. This, as we keep telling you, and the Signorina has confirmed to be truth, is NOT Trevor Dunne. I again, respectfully, request that you allow me to heal Dawit's wound. he is unarmed, I assume, and will not pose a threat to you."

Bekele: "I suppose they got the Bourbon right..." he smirks to himself and draws in a deep breath, exhaling and closing his eyes, cheek resting still on the cool granite.

Angelia Caponelli: She folds her hands in a tight pile in her lap, watching Bekele closely.

Aerin Thomas: "He has been disarmed, I assume, rather."

Angelia Caponelli: "Can I tell them the rest Bekele?"

Princess, etc.: "How was he injured?" The Princess asks, looking disturbed at Aerin's inference that they are using 'tactics' or 'punishment' on Dawit.

Bekele: It's not clear if he's heard Ang's question or not. "Right now...right now...this moment...I am Trevor Dunne."

Aerin Thomas: "He was wounded fighting the Derabka Ver a few days ago, a wound that has yet to be totally healed. He is suffering from blood loss and is approaching a level of delirium, I believe. And, as he is not yet totally done as a witness, I believe it is essential to heal him so that we can properly reach the eventual end of these proceedings."

Aerin Thomas: He blinks. And looks at Dawit, clearly stunned by that statement. "You...what??"

Princess, etc.: Andra looks shocked at Dawit, then nods to the others. "It's true." Then to Dawit "Are you being possessed by him?"

Angelia Caponelli: She watches Bekele, her eyes getting very sad that she can't just touch him, "Love... May I tell them the rest. What we found out from the spoons?"

Bekele: "Yes. No. I don't know..." He chuckles. Maybe it is delirium. "I don't know."

Aerin Thomas: "Tre--?" He's completely blown away by this, but he cuts himself off. He was told never to call the man by that name, and it's the one promise he's been able to keep to him since making it.

Bekele: "I just wish...I really wish..." He starts weeping, looking up to find Ang's face. "I could have found my way back to you."

Angelia Caponelli: "I have more to tell you, your Highnesses, but I have to ask Aerin to leave before I do so." She doesn't look away from Bekele though, her expression rather clearly holding longing.

Bekele: "Don't tell them," he shakes his head, closing his eyes, looking ashamed. "Don't tell them. They don't...need to know."

Angelia Caponelli: She leans forwards, really seriously having trouble staying in her seat, She bursts into a flood of rapid italian directed at 'Trevor', ~it~ "I'm sorry I didn't find you. I should have told you that nothing had changed, that you were still my master and my love and the only one I ever wanted. I'm so sorry Love. I'm so sorry I failed you."

Princess, etc.: Jean translates what's going on and Luc rises, grabbing hold of what looks like a gold military decoration on his chest, staring hard at Dawit.

Aerin Thomas: All his pose...everything. It's gone, and he's very confused. He looks from Angelia and Daw...Trev...whoever back to the Royals, blinking several times. "Um."

Princess, etc.: 10,9,8,5,9,6,9,

Princess, etc.: Luc speaks rapidly to the others in French, shaking his head and seeming to be quite puzzled.

Angelia Caponelli: ~it~ "They should know. It'll be hard and it'll suck but it's the truth."

Bekele: "It was me who failed you, Angelia. I'm sorry."

Princess, etc.: Phillipe, still holding the free end of the chainmail belt around Dawit's waist, issues a stern string of commands and yanks on the belt.

Princess, etc.: 1,9,9,5,6,

Princess, etc.: 4,8,7,9,8,8,8,

Angelia Caponelli: ~it~ "No... no I should have found you. I should have told you. I love you so much Trevor and I miss you every second that you're not here." She whipes at her eye with the back of her hand and looks to Aerin, switching ack to english, "I really need you to go out in the hall for a minute."

Bekele: 3,7,9,9,7,7,8,7,7,

Angelia Caponelli: Then back to Trevor quickly, cause she has no idea how long she has. ~it~ "And you're not weak, or dirty or ugly. They lied to you. You're so strong, you would have died decades ago if you weren't. And you're so beautiful and amazing and you need to know I know that."

Bekele: ~it~ "No. No, Angelia, don't tell them. They're good children. They're happy. They have a pack. Don't tell them."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Angelia, and then, over to the Royals a moment. "Your..." He clears his throat, and comes out sounding a bit more composed. "Your Highness, I apologize, but I do honestly need a moment to compose myself. Maybe this might be an appropriate time."

Angelia Caponelli: ~it~ "Good kids? They killed you."

Princess, etc.: "Yes. Go." The Princess nods to Aerin, looking to Phillipe as if waiting for a verdict. Phillipe looks very puzzled.

Bekele: ~it~ "I killed me, Angelia. They simply brought somewhere to be held while I slept it off."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks up at the princess, "Your Highness please, just let me go to him, he's not going to hurt you, nor am I."

Aerin Thomas: He stands up and, with a last look to Angelia and Trevor, heads toward the door.

Bekele: PHillipe looks to Luc, who is still staring at Dawit, holding his golden trinket. Looking confused.

Isis: The image of an icredibly attractive Egyptian woman appears, dressed in the clothes of ancient royalty, standing over Dawit. She looks around the room, chin raised proudly, taking in the situation. "What is going on here?" Her voice is quiet, yet carries an inherant power of majesty in it.

Princess, etc.: As a unit, the jaws of all the Royals drop simultaneously, and they gape at her.

Angelia Caponelli: And slides off the couch and to her knees on the floor in one fluid movement with a soft gasp at the appearance of Isis.

Princess, etc.: (Was that in english, ~SS~, telepathically in each person's language?)

Bekele: 7,4,6,

Isis: ((*Thuds* Whoops, yeah. In each person's language.))

Bekele: He's still on his knees, with part of his torso and his head resting on the granite coffee table, face down. Good hand bound to the chainmail belt. Kinda like a sacrifice.

Princess, etc.: 3,7,6,2,2,8,

Princess, etc. -> Isis: (That was int+occ for Luc to know what spirit this is)

Angelia Caponelli: She shuffles around while the pack is stunned though, reaching down the table to touch Dawit.

Princess, etc.: Luc's eyes get ~real~ wide and again, as a unit, all the royals fall on their knees.

Isis: She stands protectively over Dawit as she waits an answer to her question. Brown eyes look around the room, imperiously, from Royal to Royal. Angelia, who she recognizes, gets a warm smile, and she makes no move to stop her from touching Dawit.

Angelia Caponelli: She smiles up at Isis so sad and yet so greatful for her presence. She touches Dawit's shoulder and then sort of pulls her body along to follow her hand nwo that they're all down on their knees and not likely to stop her.

Princess, etc.: Luc says, using ~SS~ "Forgive us, Lady, we did not realize your hand claimed this one as your champion. We saw only that some unknown spirit had a hand in his soul and we thought that was causing the possesion of him."

Bekele: His eyes are closed as he feels Isis' soothing presence, but he opens them at Ang's touch. He smiles at her, warmly, but also sadly. "I love you, Angelia," he whispers.

Angelia Caponelli: (mothers touching)

Angelia Caponelli: 9,6,10,5,5,

Isis: She looks at Lucian, regarding him for a moment. "Dawit Asad Bekele has in fact been claimed by my hand, as you say, Quicksilver Thorn. And I hardly appreciate your attempts to banish me from him."

Angelia Caponelli: She smiles sadly and wraps her arms around him tenderly once she gets closer to him, "I love you too Trevor. So much..."

Princess, etc.: ~SS~ "It was my hand, Lady," Phillipe owns up, releasing his grip on the chainmail. He bows his head, looking deeply sorry. "Please accept my abject apologies from your very humble servant."

Princess, etc. -> Isis: (And I'm sure she'd see the 'glamour' on the pack that Gennie picked up on, that low grade illusion/delusion that somebody keeps poisoning them with. It's not a taint (i.e., not wyrmy) but it's deception spirit that seems to visit them in their dreams w/o their knowledge)

Bekele: He smiles, and holds onto her with his good hand.

Princess, etc. -> Isis: (Aamof, she most likely appears to them as Nimue, the LAdy of the Lake.)

Isis: ((Oh, yeah...change the singular self-prounons to plurals.)) A look to Phillipe, her eyes appraising him for a moment, before she nods graciously. Her eyes flick around to each Royal once more, and her brow furrows. "Something has come over you. You are all deceived by something." It's clear she means the Royals, not Angelia or Dawit.

Angelia Caponelli: She nuzzleslightly against his non wounded shoulder, murmering softly to him.

Princess, etc.: Phillipe nods. ~SS~ "The Lady of the Wood said as much. But we were not sure of the source, and have been unable to find any taint on ourselves, and so Quicksilver Thorn did not know how to cleanse us of it."

Isis: "Allow Us to, then." A simple wave of her hand, and that serene, cleansing feeling fills the room, settling over La Mort De Sourire. It's a calming sensation, a feeling identical to the power of the Cup, as she banishes the insidious magics off of them.

Princess, etc.: They breathe in a collective sigh, eyes closing, a look of deep peace falling over them.

Princess, etc.: As Isis waves her hand, the miniature version of Osiris' cup but tooled with Ogham that was on the granite table in front of Andra starts to shimmer.

Angelia Caponelli: She leans over to kiss Dawit's cheek, still holding onto him tightly, only sparing a brief glance at the group of silver fangs around them.

Princess, etc.: The outer 'bronze' covering seems to melt and blacken drooping down to form a coiled asp, which rises to strike at the nearest thing, which just so happens to be Angelia. Or Dawit.

Bekele: 3,6,4,2,9,9,7,

Isis: That done, she pauses a moment to smile kindly down to Angelia and Dawit. She looks up at the asp and glares at it. "Begone, serpent!" And she moves to crush it beneath her heel.

Princess, etc.: (roll per+alert, Ang)

Angelia Caponelli: 3,3,8,8,6,7,

Angelia Caponelli: (just did)

Princess, etc.: Ang sees it, Dawit sees it. They're just about to do something when Isis crushes it.

Princess, etc.: The whole pack just sort of...gapes at that.

Angelia Caponelli: She tenses and pulls Dawit back a bit, staring at the asp wide eyed.

Princess, etc.: ~SS~ "Lady," Luc asks. "We came here to...Protect the Grail. And to...carry it back to ones...who would keep it safe. Is this still your wish?"

Princess, etc.: After the Asp is gone remains a simple looking wooden cup, carved from the heart of an ancient Birch.

Isis: She regards Luc a moment, then nods. "If you wish to do so, then you may help it reach the hands of one who would keep it safe. Her name is Mayati. Dawit Asad Bekele can take it to her."

Bekele: He seems a bit overwhelmed, and rubs his cheek against Ang. "I'm not the man I used to be."

Angelia Caponelli: She closes her eyes and stays close to him, "I know. But I love you still."

Bekele: As Isis mentions his reborn name, his voice goes a little distant and he seems to be slipping away. "I'm not a man at all, any more..."

Princess, etc.: Luc nods, bowing his head to her. ~SS~ "It shall be done as you wish, Lady."

Angelia Caponelli: She lowers her head down against his shoulder, closing her eyes, her shoulders shaking.

Isis: A nod to Luc, and she looks down to Angelia and Dawit. A soft smile, and she reaches out to touch Angelia's shoulder, letting Her calming sensation pass over the other.

Angelia Caponelli: Her sobbing slows and stops. She looks up at Isis, whiping at her eyes and smiles faintly.

Princess, etc.: THey all look more than a little stunned and overwhelmed.

Isis: "Have peace, Shadowcaster. Your love is not gone...it will never truly be gone. Remember that."

Bekele: He remains quiet, simply enjoy not hurting and being close to Ang.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Dawit and back up at Isis with a nod. "I know. Thank you my lady."

Isis: And, with a last look of maternal love...first to Dawit, then Angelia, and finally to all of La Mort De Sourire in turn, she fades away, leaving only the sensation of her presence behind her.

Princess, etc.: They remain on their knees for a good minute or two, both because they need the time to assimilate and because they are a little bit afraid she might come back.

Angelia Caponelli: She puts herhead back down on Dawit's shoulder, just holding on to him, her eyes closing again.

Princess, etc.: Then the Princes nods to Phillipe, and he pulls a boot knife, cutting through the leather tying Dawit to the chainmail belt.

Aerin Thomas: Meanwhile, the poor, clueless Child of Gaia waits on the other side of the door. He'd have burst through a long time ago, probably, if not for this strange, deeply calming sensation he has.

Princess, etc.: PHillipe then murmurs a command in latin, and the belt unties itself from Dawit, and Phillipe pulls it away and reties it around his own waist.

Princess, etc.: He then cuts the bonds tying Dawit's ankles together.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over Phillipe and the others and slowly untangles herself from Dawit.

Princess, etc.: Andra goes and opens the door. "You may return, Monsiuer."

Bekele: He untangles himself from the bonds, and then starts working at removing the bandages, which are stained a bit with seepage.

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Andra and nods, slowly, stepping in to take in the entire scene. Okay, Dawit's being freed...he obviously missed something here. A respectful nod to all the Royals, and he heads over to take his seat again.

Princess, etc.: The Princess nods to Dawit, lowering her head in deep apology. "You are free to go. We humbly offer our services to you, to fulfill our obligations."

Bekele: As soon as he's free he hugs Ang, a bit tentative, as if afraid she won't like him.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang rises slowly, and smoothes her dress before she offers a hand to Dawit."

Angelia Caponelli: She hugs Dawit back, tightly when he's free.

Aerin Thomas: Or, he doesn't take his seat, stopping midway across the room as Carlotta declares Dawit free to go and...offers their services to him. He looks to Dawit, confused. Damn...how does he DO these things?

Princess, etc.: The royals all look really really...confused. But they're troopers. They roll with the punches and keep on ticking. Or something.

Bekele: When he's done hugging Ang, he kisses her on the forehead, and grudgingly pulls away from her, looking around and saying "So...Sadie's children?"

Aerin Thomas: A moment's look to the Royals. "Erm...Your Highness, I feel obligated to bring up the terms of Dawit's surrender...that Sadie Blackfoot's children be returned to her."

Angelia Caponelli: She lingers close even when he lets her go and smiles reassuringly to Aerin.

Aerin Thomas: A look to Bekele, as they address the same issue simultaneously, and he smiles a little.

Princess, etc.: THe Princess nods. "If you can produce her, we can produce the children."

Bekele: He returns Aerin's smile, tho his eyes hold a deep sadness.

Bekele: HE looks to Aerin. "May I borrow your phone?"

Aerin Thomas: His face sobers a little at the other's sadness. "Of course." He pulls the phone off and hands it over.

Angelia Caponelli: She watches Bekele and smiles faintly, her own sadness eased.

Bekele: He keys in a text to Sadie and waits for a response.

Bekele: (And since Wendy's gone for the night it seems, we need to pause that part of things when it comes to her arriving)

Angelia Caponelli: (nods I need to get to bed anyhow :) )

Bekele: "She'll be here," he assures the royals.

Princess, etc.: The ones who speak English nods.

Princess, etc.: (nod. doh.)

Angelia Caponelli: (*snugs*)

Aerin Thomas: ((*Hugs on y'all*))

Princess, etc.: (okies we don't have to have them all together for the kid thing so we can work out according to scheds)

Princess, etc.: (night thanks for the scene and the cameos)

Angelia Caponelli: (noodles, alright well I'll be around tomorrow and monday)

Aerin Thomas: ((Happy to help! *S* Thanks for the scene.))