Tansy Sansretti: At 4:24 AM Friday December 23rd, it happens.

The second she feels it. It is as if she has been released from prison. Her eyes fly open. She studies the area in the darkness that she is in. Disbelief sets in. She pinches her arm. And blinks when it really hurts. A few deep breaths. She was free. She struggles to her knees. Not caring about the cold that hits her as she crawls from the warmth of the sleeping bag and blankets.

It takes her a while to roll haphazardly the blankets and sleeping bag up. Stuffing them in the duffle bag. where her other clothes are at. She stuffs the light weight camping stool in there. She was highly glad for the trash can that sits outside the shrine for trash, that is one thing she has been using to her advantage. Once everything is cleaned up she slides the backpack on her back, Duffle bag over a shoulder. Small flashlight to guide her way and dagger at the ready in case it is needed.

The whole process takes her about 45 minutes to almost an hour to complete, with several breaks to rest.

Tansy Sansretti: Little does she know who is headded her way.....

But she doesn't.

She makes her way to the doorway of the Shrine, as she heads down the stairs she sends a call out to Jamal "Jamal; thank you." She feels that, that is all that needs to be said. She makes her way very slowely due to the pain, what she is carrying and of course her large size. Her eyes dart around searching out any threat in the darkness. One last thing needed to be done. "Nathanael, thank you."

Thomas Judge: He walks down to the stairs, he has a taxi waiting already, eyes looking for Tansy.

Tansy Sansretti: d10: Per+Alert: 8,9,4,2,5,9,

Thomas Judge: "I'am 'ere pet." He hears the innvocation, his essense singing to his name.

Tansy Sansretti: Even in the darkness of the early morning hours, she still spots and recognizes the figure coming towards her. Knife still in hand flashlight not turned on. She takes a somewhat ready position. Still not fully trusting, yes she is free, but that doesn't mean anything sometimes.

Thomas Judge: He stops when he see's this display "I just got you freed an you offer me a thank you in me noggin' but I get a knife wen I show up to get you out of 'ere, thats a bit rich pet."

Tansy Sansretti: She looks horrible, it is a good thing she doesn't need much sleep because that has been in short order as of late, being highly uncompfortable sleeping. She has lost weight, and with not showering she doesn't smell all that good. She has lost some of her beauty, and most of the weight on her right now, is all from her pregnant state. 'Read top pop' has been used, and she looks almost beyone it at this point.

Nathanael: ((Per+Awareness, all))

Tansy Sansretti: "I didn'ty expect anyone to come and pick me up. I didn't even know that you had ti covered, No messages." she says. A bit difficult to get to the backpack to prove that, but meh. The knife was more of protection held in her hand, not threatingly held at Tom, as she did recognize him, pointing towards the ground.

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Awareness: 9,7,2,2,7,

Thomas Judge: "Com on pet, I got a joe waitin' for us outside."

Tansy Sansretti: d10: Per+Awareness: 7,8,9,8,9,

Nathanael: They both feel it, about 20 feet away, blocked by view by virtue of being behind the shrine. Tansy recognizes the resonance as that of Tetra's.

Tansy Sansretti: "Ah wha?" she says to Tom, all she wants to do is to crawl into a hot shower, and get some pain killers into her, GOOD pain killers at that. Then she get that feeling of her's and she looks over towards the shrine. Dagger still in hand hoping that it is one person and not another.

Thomas Judge: He looks over to the sensation "Wat the fuck is that!"

Tansy Sansretti: "Nate....." she says, looking back over to Tom.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Tansy stepping around to keep the point of the sensation in sight, his face dropping to look emotionless "This yer ride?"

Nathanael: "Tansy?" A form steps out from around the back of the shrine...definitely not the Fiend. Rather, it is Nathanael, unarmed, dressed in his crimson poet's shirt, black leather pants, and soft leather knee-high boots. He pauses as he sees Thomas, offering him a nod, before he looks to the girl.

Thomas Judge: He offers Nathanael a cold look, he had unveiled some things about the man and all his actions started to have subtle undertones, undertones he didn't like.

Tansy Sansretti: She winces and takes in a sharp breath, hand going to her stomach. "I I sent him my thanks as well." Goddess she just wanted to go......she didn't know where, but anywhere that was not here right now. "Hiya." Tired check, wanting to colapse and just lay down check. But that doesn't seem to be in the plans for this morning.

Nathanael: Thomas gets a brief frown, before he smiles a little Tansy's way. "It's finished? You are free?"

Tansy Sansretti: Why does she suddenly feel like she is going to be caught in the preverbial tug of war that might insue? She doesn't know she sticks both knife and flashlight into respective posckets of her jacket as she attempts to keep her ballance, Duffle back slipping from her shoulder to her hand almost unballancing her. She nods her head. "Yes, I am free....Yes she definatly know that part of it.

Tansy Sansretti: (( "Yes, I am free.." It should read.))

Thomas Judge: "I'll leave you to it." Tom steps back getting ready to move off "Nath, how'd you know she was free?"

Nathanael: "She said thank you," he says as he looks over to Thomas, brow raised. "I can only think of one reason she would invoke me out of the blue to thank me."

Tansy Sansretti: "How about this you two. Which ever one of you can grab me and carry me, do so, and the other grab my things.....just let's get out of here, before I drop to the ground?" Pain, wearyness, exhaustion all mixed into her voice as she wavers, attempting to wrap a hand around her stomach.

Thomas Judge: He looks back to Tansy, he can't risk taking Nath and his Fiend guard dog on now, though if he could get the fiend onto the holy ground..."Tansy you stayin' 'ere or wantin' a lift back with me?"

Nathanael: He nods to Tansy, and looks to Thomas. "You're a bit more sturdy...perhaps you should help Tansy, and I will get her things?"

Thomas Judge: He moves over to help her having no fear for the holy ground now, no matter how close he maybe

Tansy Sansretti: Small hands girp Tom's shirt or coat like a life line, as she sags into him. No she doesn't smell all that good at this point, but she is not aware of her own body odor at this point anymore. "If we can all not fight for now......Nate..." she is doing her best to keep her voice even. "I do thank you both, I have been safe here and well taken care of as you guys could.." One arm still wrapped around her stomach.

Nathanael: He steps onto the holy area of the Shrine himself, showing no evidence of pain, and picks up Tansy's belongings. A warm, caring smile goes to the woman. "I was happy to help, Tansy."

Thomas Judge: "Lets get you to the cab, it can take ya where you want to go." The stepping on of the holy ground does not go unnoticed by him and maybe either because of Tansy, or that the remarks from Tom end towards Nathanael "Tansy, Ouesti is still alive." She needed to know "An she says she is sorry."

Tansy Sansretti: Her eyes fly to Tom's face Then she looks over to Nathanael, and back to Tom. "I need to get to a safe place, asap." she looks back to Nathanael. "Are you still willing to change my appearance?"

Nathanael: Thomas's comment that the Defiler is still alive gets a look shot his way...surprise, perhaps? He looks back to Tansy and nods. "Absolutely. Tell me when and in what way, and it is done."

Thomas Judge: He says nothing to that bearing as much of Tansy as he can making for where the taxi is waiting, a small trek in and of itself "Once you get in the cab am assumin' you want to cut contact, that is not a problem, , I still 'ave this 'problem' on hand an I need to know sum stuff. Keep the dog I'll call ya on it, no need to see me again."

Tansy Sansretti: She nods her head. "Now." and proceeded to describe how she wishes to look. Her hair to grow longer, and be straight, changing the color to a rich red color, her skin to be paler, giving her the look of someone who is from scotland or Ireland, freckles, she even get so detailed as to the point of wishing to be 5'8" tall. and have the bone definations of someone who truly is from the highlands area. The only two things she doesn't wish changed, are her tatoo, and the color of her eyes.

Tansy Sansretti: When she is finished with her explination in detail to Nathaniel. She looks to Tom. "I made a promiss and I am going to keep that.....Do not worry about it." she smiles somewhat in his drection pain in her eyes. "Thank you both of you."

Nathanael: He nods a little, and looks to the two of them, slowly moving forward to remake Tansy into the image she desires.

Thomas Judge: He hears all this, a small shake of the head. He had considred it too but ony the face, this was more than a face change, this was changing her whole apperance, how she was made. He told the same to Angel.

Nathanael: d10: Shapechange (WP): 5,4,1,7,7,7,

Tansy Sansretti: She looks into Tom's eyes seeing the shake of his head. "This is for a fresh start. You two will be the only ones who know what I look like." Another wince, but not as bad more of a twinge of her facial muscles as she continues to hold onto Tom. I will be the same inside....just different out." Something Travis did to keep her safe, and something she was now doing to keep her children safe.

Thomas Judge: "You are changing the way you were made...if yer fiddlers with it, that's robin, certainly seems you 'ave put alot of thought into it." Tone even

Nathanael: ((Holding off on roll until discussion done))

Tansy Sansretti: "Someone did it to protect me for love, and i am doing the same. Thank you Tom." she says trying to keep all of her emotions in her foice under control. As she waits for Nathanael.

Nathanael: He pauses just before doing it, letting them discuss the issue.

Thomas Judge: He keeps quiet now, she started the disscussion he was happy with the head shaking.

Nathanael: And when it looks like it's a go, he goes ahead and places his hand on her forehead, willing the change. Tansy's form ripples into the look she requested, down to a T. He takes a step back, nodding slightly.

Thomas Judge: Thinks about asking if she wants to change her kids too but knows that is bad taste and curses himself for them thoughts.

Tansy Sansretti: She looks to the hand that is gripping Tom's coat, the sweats growing smaller on her frame, The shoes were no longer comfortable, as she quickly steps out of them akwardly. Although she is breating a bit harder she smiles to both men. "Thanks, both of you.....cab now....yes?" she says.

Thomas Judge: He holds her upright leading her to the waiting taxi

Nathanael: "Indeed...to the cab." He nods, picking up Tansy's personal possessions again and moving with her and Thomas toward the cab.

Tansy Sansretti: She moves along. Still holding onto Tom to keep her upright. She would make a call once she was in the cab and alone if that was possible, warn those ahead of time.

Thomas Judge: They apporch the taxi, the driver scratching his head as Tom open the back door and places Tansy in there, he stuffs $50 in her hand and motions for Nathanael to load up the boot for her "Weddin' this is robin bye."

Tansy Sansretti: She holds onto the money looking from ne to the other. "Thank you. I will be around. Be safe the both of you. You do have kind hearts. May the goddess bless."

Nathanael: He helps get all of her stuff into the cab and then steps back, watching Tansy with a warm sort of a smile. "Best of luck, Tansy. I will tell Angel that you're free...you know how to contact us both, if you so desire. I leave that to you."

Thomas Judge: He smirks at her remark from Tansy "She doesn't bless us. Stay safe pet"

Tansy Sansretti: She nods her head to Nathanael's words. Knowing if she wanted to it would be her move on that end of things. "Yeah" she says to Nathanael, "I will you too." she says to Tom.

Tansy Sansretti: She let's them shut the door and then tells the cab driver to drive towards manhattan. Once they are away from there she tells the driver where she wishes to be dropped off at.

Nathanael: He nods a little, standing there to wait as the cab pulls away.

Thomas Judge: He watches the cab go then looks to Nathanael "You 'urt Angel an you'll need more than a lie to get out of it. Happy holidays gov" As he turns and walks away from him

Nathanael: "Pardon me?" He looks over to the departing Thomas, an eyebrow raised and a frown on his face. "What makes you think I'd harm her?"

Thomas Judge: He turns as he walks "Nothin', but yer pet fiend might."

Nathanael: "Never." He shakes his head, eyes narrowing slightly...whether toward Thomas or at the thought of such a thing occurring, hard to tell. "Will not happen."

Thomas Judge: "Wat tale you gonna tell me now ,'bout how you saved the princes from the wicked monster, or how the monster was always on yer pay check?"

Thomas Judge: ((princes=princess))

Nathanael: "Neither is inaccurate."

Thomas Judge: "Not the tale you weaved for me to get you to 'elp...ever thougth that maybe the truth would 'ave worked Nathanael, you Defilers, all lyin' bitches, could put many a robin devil out of a job."

Nathanael: "No, honestly, I did not believe the truth would work," he says, arms folding. If Thomas is still walking away, he's making distance from Nathanael...the Defiler doesn't seem inclined to follow, much as he is responding to the Devil. "I didn't know you. I didn't know if you were too closely tied to her. I knew you are intimate with her, and that meant possible blinding to the truth. Tell me, honestly, that you've never lied to accomplish the greater good."

Thomas Judge: He stops thinking that over, the lying for the greater good part...has he "Yes, you 'ave a point. But you used me like a pawn Nathanael, a pawn in yer game" Wounded pride for the devil, just a little "A game 'ave not figured out yet, but I will Nathanael, I will, an we will see if you really are for the robin. Ta ta!" As he carries on walking away the distance getting to the point where they would have to shout to hear each other.

Nathanael: "We're all pawns, Jamal." It's said softly, but it carries on the wind. He pauses, as if to say something more, then just turns and walks away, the opposite way the Crimsonstar went.

Thomas Judge: ((Sweet! Thanks for the scene Rav & Snow, was much fun!))

Nathanael: ((Any time. *S* See you!))