Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((well.. for a change *G*))

Jeff Rogers: He sneaks from a subway, in full-on hide-in-the-crowd mode, since dogs keep trying to bite his fucking arse.

Jeff Rogers: 4,4,1,6,

Jeff Rogers: He am not teh stealthy!

Samantha Jacobs: She slumps against a wall in the shade, chest heaving a little more than normal as she glanced around. A bag hangs over one shoulder, filled with things she bought to cook later on. Wearing a tank top and jeans, her shoulders and face are a bit red. Stupid sun. You'd think someone who was in the desert would remember sunblock, but noooo.

Samantha Jacobs: 10,5,6,3,5,4,4,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *the short lady is just making her way down the street, out of tha ole 'tea' shop*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: The woman looks to be in her late teens or early twenties, ad she could probably have passed by someone beautiful but wryness and God’ knows what has let a trail in her young features. Her green eyes are severe, though there is a trail of distraction in there, constantly changing from full awareness to what surrounds her to a vague dozing of into unknown thoughts. Her dark red hair could fall freely in long curls until reach her hips if not were for the pins and stuff on it that keeps it high over her head. Wearing cargo pants, a tight shirt that embraces her frame, dark colours, traveller’s boots and a long brownish/red trench coat. Her height hardly going to the 5’ but despite the shortness, she posses a tough built, of someone used to keep in form. A medallion hangs at her chest, representing a curling dragon and a plain, silver brand of ring adorns her left hand. She walks, carrying herself with the confidence of someone who knows the grown she steps on. http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Elaine.html

Samantha Jacobs: She squints. That -might- be the boy who named her cat...

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 4,5,9,4,7,

Abbey Randelle: *wedding. .. crap.. finances.. crap. bad day already. she slips from the building of the wedding planner, an eyebrow already darting up in irritation. did she look like she wanted pink things? cutesy? hardly. she would see the woman skinned should anything so colorful appear in a flower arrangement*

Jeff Rogers: He's 6ft tall and eighteen years old. His skin is the typical paleness of the truly English, but his hair is a white-blonde that hangs straight and ragged down to his waist, uncut for at least ten years. His build is slender but athletic, his movements carefree and spontaneous. His young face is chiselled, elfin, with a touch of beauty to it that could mature into something wonderful later in life. He's wearing patchy, baggy jeans, well-worn trainers, a t-shirt that has seen better days, and a long grey servicemen's trenchcoat from world war II. His eyes are hidden behind dark metal-rimmed sunglasses that are probably knockoffs of some famous designer brand.

Jeff Rogers: 4,9,4,10,1,9,8,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((be back!!))

Jeff Rogers: He spies Sam lurking in that alley, and pauses in the mouth of it, peering at her. "Sam?"

Samantha Jacobs: She nods faintly, pushing off the wall as she wipes the back of her neck. "Rogers."

Abbey Randelle: 2,5,4,8,

Jeff Rogers: He beams. "You okay? How's Sprout?"

Samantha Jacobs: She smiles a bit, making her way out of the shade and back into the light. "Doing okay. She's doing good." A pause, to look him over. "How are you yourself doing?"

Abbey Randelle: *abbey as attentive as ever, she smooths her pants with a deft flick of her hand, a glance at her phone for messages. mm. no, they had no engagements until the evening. *

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((hmm)) *green eyes just scan the street with analytic interst... spoting the skanny man with .... Sam, a fait lift of the eye brow as she fixes her gaze on the woman*

Jeff Rogers: He shrugs. "Turning into a hermit. But what the fuck, eh? You want to grab something to eat?"

Myles Jordan: Myles swaggers down the street. His feet kick out as he walks, and his thumbs are hooked in his pockets. A smile lights up his face, and he seems quite proud of himself for some reason.

Samantha Jacobs: She smirks nd nods. "Food sounds alright. And a drink. S'fucking hot out."

Samantha Jacobs: 5,6,10,6,6,7,6,

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes cast over Jeff briefly, taking it all in. Noting Myles, Dragana, and Abbey as well.

Abbey Randelle: (supa saaaam)

Ravyn: A young man runs his way down the street. Not exceptionally old at all, maybe say seven, eight max. Tawny hair in a bowl cut, bright green eyes. Dressed in a pair of demin Osh Kosh overalls and a multi-color striped shirt. He's got a bright, mischevious smile on his face as he races down the street, chasing after something surely imagined.

Myles Jordan: 1,3,7,

Jeff Rogers: "Yeah." He's still wearing that greatcoat, mind you. Must be roasting in there. "Too fucking hot." He nods to her then starts for a cafe.

Abbey Randelle: 2,9,10,3,

Samantha Jacobs: And she notices the kid running too, and for a moment she watches that, waiting for a parent or such to come running and grab him.

Myles Jordan: Aaaaaand he's oblivious. He's just that damn happy.

Samantha Jacobs: She nods, stepping out of the alley, and into stp with Jeff.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 10,8,1,10,5,

Abbey Randelle: *yes. she has vermin radar. grey eyes widening slightly as she steps gracefully to the side. but quick. very quick. the child might touch you*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *well she finally leaves a curt, upper polite nod towards the woman, Sam, green eyes going towards the boy rising, looking his way somewhat different*

Jeff Rogers: His hand automatically goes into his pocket to protect his iPAQ from theft as a guilty-looking lad comes running along.

Myles Jordan: He stops, thinks for a moment to reassure himself of his greatness, and then continues down the street. Just... being awesome, and not seeing a thing.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Pictures Myles stepping on dog pup ;) ))

Ravyn: As the kid races his way down the street, no one seems to be following him. Certainly no mother, and no one who seems to be a father. At least, not until the end of the block, where a clack car has pulled up. The back door opens, and a man, partially visible from down the street, beckons the kid inside with some quiet words.

Jeff Rogers: ((But it would be awesome dog pup!))

Myles Jordan: 4,9,1,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((lol))

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at Jeff's movement, and then another glance to the kid. And a narrowing of eyes as a car randomly pulls up. A hand slides to the gun on her hip out of habit.

Jeff Rogers: "Woah cowgirl," he says, grinning, watching the kid. "Maybe he'll pinch the driver and run off with him. Arf."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *A faint frown, as she just casually moves the kids and car direction, wishpering evern so faintly under her breath just to listen to the words spoken* ((well forces gotta pick that faint words... right?))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 9,7,7,

Myles Jordan: Yep, that is one happy guy! He ain't seeing shit. ...yeah, he didn't see it. He continues to swagger downt he street, knowing his place in the world.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey resumes looking through her telephone numbers. there was yet invitations to settle on, a slight purse of pale rose lips*

Samantha Jacobs: "Hn." Comes the grunt in response to Jeff. Eyes mostly on that scenario, but also all around. Looking, searching. The soldier so a part of her, it never goes away.

Abbey Randelle: (were yet *laughs*)

Ravyn: The kid frowns a little to the person inside the car and shakes his head. One of the man's hands, barely visible, makes a gesture of some sort, and the child's demeanor quite quickly changes from skeptical and 'Momma told me not to talk to strangers' style to become a wide, beaming, trusting smile. ((Per+Awareness))

Abbey Randelle: 8,10,4,

Jeff Rogers: ((Upcoming roll is alertness, not awareness. Do not have awareness))

Jeff Rogers: 5,5,4,5,4,6,5,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 7,7,2,4,5,3,

Samantha Jacobs: ((Same as Jeff))

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: (acute senses)

Samantha Jacobs: 1,6,3,5,2,7,4,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*sighs and waits to see if even the 3 suxx on Forces render a mere wishpering audible to aproaching Dragana))

Jeff Rogers: He purse his lips at the sudden behaviour change. ((And how young is this "young man"?))

Myles Jordan: 8,5,10,3,

Samantha Jacobs: ((seven or eight))

Jeff Rogers: ((Thanks. Not sure how I missed that bit!))

Samantha Jacobs: She squints, fingers tightening on her gun. "Can you say... strangers with candy?" Her stride becomes a little longer, a little faster.

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: A flash of something less then normal comes from the car. It's incredibly wild and out-of-control...almost dizzyingly so. And more then a little...slimy, too. Like a slithering snake.

Ravyn -> Myles Jordan: A flash of something less then normal comes from the car. It's incredibly wild and out-of-control...almost dizzyingly so. And more then a little...slimy, too. Like a slithering snake.

Ravyn -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: A flash of something less then normal comes from the car. It's incredibly wild and out-of-control...almost dizzyingly so. And more then a little...slimy, too. Like a slithering snake.

Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs: Sam doesn't notice a hell of a lot else. Hey, only one success. *G*

Myles Jordan: His smile fades and his eyes focus as he spins around on a heel to look right at the car.

Abbey Randelle: *her head comes up, grey eyes flashing. someone was throwing around something in that car.. and the albino disapproved. she simply observes a moment. this was not a good place to be around*

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: The man has nothing in his hands...he's not offering the child anything physical. The look on the boy's face is directed right to that hand, though, as if there IS something there. Something he very much wants.

Samantha Jacobs -> Ravyn: ((Bah! Her earlier roll was the shit! *L* Rolling per+alert again, looking for signs of guns/weapons/undercover people))

Samantha Jacobs: 9,9,8,4,7,3,8,

Jeff Rogers: "Yeah. But without the candy." He nods and speeds up with Sam.

Ravyn: 7,5,4,7,3,4,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*sighs*)) *Eyes narrow, still keeping the casual aproach to the car, hiding her hand a second at her side, while again wishperps*(( aboid kid entering, simple, a tiny push of forces to the door to close on the slithery man's nose... wind might blowying to strong.. or what ever))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 4,5,9,

Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs: Driver in the front seat. Nothing else seeable.

Jeff Rogers: "You know... Bugger this. Meet me there." He breaks into a run.

Jeff Rogers: 8,9,7,5,5,10,

Jeff Rogers: He am speedy!

Samantha Jacobs: "Will do." She grunts, breakinf into a run behind Jeff. Please lung, WORK this time.

Myles Jordan: He takes in the car, and glances around the street to take in the situation.

Myles Jordan: 10,3,9,

Samantha Jacobs: 2,10,7,4,4,7,

Samantha Jacobs: 3,

Samantha Jacobs: She's fast enough, but she can only get a faw paces before her lung rather violently protests and she grimaces. She's forced to just walk fast, eyes on Jeff, the kid, and the car.

Ravyn: The man in the car looks up, noting the approach of several people in his direction, and frowns. He appears to be a man fast approaching his forties, and they've been forty very active years. His face and hands are tan and lined from time spent outdoors, and he is in excellent shape. His dark hair is cut short and has gone silver at the temples. His clothing and general demeanor project a sense of simplicity and utility. He glares at the approachers a moment, and looks to the kid. "C'mon, Jason. Quick, quick..." He seems to anticipate Dragana's effect, and holds the door as it starts to shut. Jason (the kid) starts to climb in.

Jeff Rogers: He darts forward, flinging out a hand to try and grab the kid's arm.

Abbey Randelle: *dear lord now people were running. and towards the magical unpleasantness. Insanity. she watches. not getting involved, n eyebrow raised*

Myles Jordan: Myles murmurs some words under his breath.

Ravyn: 4,4,6,

Myles Jordan -> Ravyn: ((Life ban, the gas pedal. Corr 3, Life 1. Enoch to lower diff, 1 roll, WP spent on Arete roll.))

Samantha Jacobs: Eyes immedtalye start to take in make, model, color, year, and liscence plate number of the car. And the description of the man in it. If they can't catch the kid, she's going to call the cops.

Jeff Rogers: 8,7,9,5,

Myles Jordan: 4,5,10,3,8,3,8,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *the frown increases, catching slight sight of JEff going for the child her eyes focuse on the car, again casting under her breath, working the forces around the machine to render it useless*((again forces, breaking car insidely, no caboon as there is a kid near by=P)) ((going for two rolls, will on first))

Myles Jordan: 8,3,5,5,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 2,5,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((and waits for people to do things to roll again))

Abbey Randelle: 7,6,7,

Ravyn: Jeff manages to grab the kid's arm before he makes it in, and the kid is just kind of stepping in as Jeff takes hold.

Samantha Jacobs: Her swift walk turns into a light run again.

Samantha Jacobs: 2,

Jeff Rogers: He hauls backwards. "Trust me, Jason, this isn't the car you're looking for."

Ravyn: ((Breaking car "insidely" how? That's a little vague.))

Samantha Jacobs: And dies back to a swift walk. Fuck, fuck, and fuck again.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((and rolling the second roll of magic breaking car))

Abbey Randelle: (that was per aware)*a muted frown. so much magic flying around. a slight shake of her head as she smooths her pants*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 6,9,1,

Jeff Rogers: ((I would imagine fritzing the electrics?))

Ravyn: ((Kay, pause JUST a sec. Gotta know what Dragana's doing.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((hum.. 3suxx is desent at least)) *she keeps muttering as the heat around her seems to increase and weave, hot day... far damm to hot near the small lady as the spell is released onto the machine*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Ravyn: ((Break car... I would say Electrical chaos, though Dragan is not aiming to break all electrical around, just the car functionings... i'e, electrical sistems, and all those tiny things that work to make it fuction, she has Matter to add to the effect))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Ravyn: ((and I still am waiting to know what Dragana overheard with 3 suxx on forces while the man was wishpering to the kid))

Ravyn: ((That and I seem to be in slow-mo today, having trouble keeping up with you speed demons. *G*)) So, Jeff grabs hold of the arm as Dragana begins her effect. Sam starts to run. The man in the car throws Jeff a withering glare as he pulls a confused Jason back. Sam slows down and Dragana's effect is released. The car dies.

Jeff Rogers: "Seriously, mate. There are no sweeties, or puppies, or etchings, or whatever else it is he says he has and you think you can see. Trust me on that." He keeps tugging Jason back.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey finally moves. she couldn't leave.. and should Sam and Myles be involved she was required if by politeness and proper decorum only.. to show support of her mentor and maid of honor. its a brisk pace towards the scene, and a near inaudible sigh*

Myles Jordan: Myles smiles and then backs into the shadows of a nearby building. (slth+wits)

Myles Jordan: 7,6,6,7,6,

Samantha Jacobs: Her fast step finally brings her close to the car, those bitter brown eyes fixed heatdly on the man in the car. Its a look tha promises seruious retribution if this kid is hurt, or kidnapped. "Hey." Her voice is disturbingly rough.

Samantha Jacobs: ((per+alert))

Samantha Jacobs: 3,9,9,9,8,4,1,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *and then comes slightly closer, speaking towards Jeff* find the childs mother...*the sooner the kid is out of there... the sooner she can deal with this snake properly...*

Ravyn -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Yes, she did. She heard him refer to the kid by name from the get go, though the child didn't seem to know him. He said he had something for him if he'd like to get in, and the kid said no. He showed him something, from the sound, and the kid's attitude changed. That was when the magic ping happened.

Ravyn: The man reaches out and grabs Jason's other arm, staring daggers at Jeff with rage quickly building in his eyes. "Back away, friend. Now would be good."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Ravyn: k, thx))

Jeff Rogers: He ignores Dragana. First thing's first is to actually protect the kiddo, rather than start thin-slicing his attention. He just keeps pulling Jason away from the car.

Ravyn: ((What are you trying to perceive, Sam?))

Samantha Jacobs: "Hey." She says again louder. "Who are you?" Obviously speaking to the man in the car. "Because this kid obviously didn't want to go with you."

Samantha Jacobs -> Ravyn: ((Just... what may be in the car. And the car/man itself, to tell the cops if need be))

Jeff Rogers: Although he doesn't try to pull the boy's arm off. He regards the man. "Now now. Stop trying to kidnap kids, and bugger off."

Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs: ((Already gave the guy's description. Just him in the car. Sam gets the information she's looking at for the car itself, too.))

Jeff Rogers: ((Daftest line I ever heard, the kid blatantly DOES want to go with him... now *G* ))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *She fights the first urge that comes to her, as the guy in the car reaches for the kid, finishing coming closer, this time actually taking the car's door, while helping Jeff to pull the kid towards him, and shuting it... adding a slight strengh to it, if the man wants to keep grabbing the kid he'll lose it or have a good breaking*((shuting door, uttering a word to add strengh to it=P forces, idea is to break the hand))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 2,8,7,

Abbey Randelle: is there never a means for an amicable agreement? *she murmers ruefully, once she's within hearing distance she folds her hands and simply stands. just an interested albino observer*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((DO making sure the kids' hand is NOT hit in the process!!!))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Shh. I'm bad with the english language.))

Myles Jordan: Watches the situation from the darkest shadows ever, eyes laughing.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at Abbey. Barely, briefly. Focused on boy, Jeff and strange man in the car.

Ravyn: ((Ojkay, it's initiative time now.))

Jeff Rogers: 4,

Jeff Rogers: (10)

Myles Jordan: 9,

Myles Jordan: (14)

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 2,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 9

Samantha Jacobs: 3,

Ravyn: 3,

Samantha Jacobs: ((9))

Abbey Randelle: 8,

Ravyn: 10,

Abbey Randelle: (14)

Ravyn: ((Streamlined, Last to First, etc. Order of declaration is Jason, Samantha, Dragana, Jeff, Miles, Abbey, then the man in the car.))

Ravyn: Jason is staring at Jeff with eyes of fear, and is trying to pull away from Jeff and get into the car. ((Str roll to break grip))

Ravyn: 5,

Ravyn: ((Kids aren't strong.))

Jeff Rogers: 2,5,

Jeff Rogers: ((Neither's Jeff. It's a kind of weakling stalemate *lol*))

Myles Jordan: Myles just watches for now.

Samantha Jacobs: She's stepped close to the car, looking at the man who's ignored her. She doesn't look well. "Who are you?" ((only action is to pull out a cell phone. discreetly. rolling dex+stealth))

Samantha Jacobs: 7,4,6,10,7,6,

Jeff Rogers: He does his best to interpose himself between Jason and the car, to prevent the kid getting in it. ((Rolling dex+ath)

Jeff Rogers: 3,3,10,7,4,8,

Myles Jordan: Myles just watches for now. ((Sorry. hit button too soon.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((and the closing of the door never happeend?))

Ravyn: ((Okay, guys...just to clarify. The kid was in the process of stepping into the car with Jeff grabbed his arm. He pulled him so he wasn't in the car, but still on the close side of the door. The guy then grabbed his arm. So Jason is within ght car door. Dragana, what that means is if you slam the door shut, you do it on Jeff and Jason.))

Ravyn: ((Based on that, if you would like to slam the car door, go ahead. *G*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((that is why I too stated pulling the kid towards JEff,.. in a she is making sure they are out ... ))

Ravyn: ((So in one fluid motion, you're pulling the kid out, slamming the door, and doing magic? No.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((fine then doing it without the magic... I was -right- now realising that magic with actions bit, the thing here is .. I said so before the inicitiatives... so that is why I was asking))

Ravyn: ((I understand that it was before initiative, Dragana. The difficulty I was stating was that you have to pull the kid out of the way and then close the door. Doing both is kind of problematic. Split a Dex+Athletics and a Dex+Brawl to pull and slam. brawl for pull, Athletics for slam.))

Jeff Rogers: ((Especially as Jeff is now absolutely definately in the doorway, blocking it *G*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 3,4,2,5,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((pull... no able so not slamming, there))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((the thing is is 'should' have happeend before the inicitiave .... Troo... so now I don't even know when it happpened or if I just now wait for next round *shrugs*))

Abbey Randelle: *abbey gathers he irritation and reaches for the kid that no one can apparently get out of the damn way, intending on simply jerking the thing away from the car so the magical people can all discuss like humans. he was just cluttering things up really. she's touching you kid, remember the sacrifice* Sir. Excuse me. (dex + brawl to get him out the way)

Abbey Randelle: 6,2,7,1,6,4,

Jeff Rogers: ((I'm staying out of this one))

Ravyn: ((Dragana...the reason I put it after Initiative, respectfully, was because to be fair, the man in the car has done nothing really because I was slow...my fault, but still he's been fairly docile for a child-kidnapper. I will be fair and allow that to have counted for last round, since it was before initiative. You can try again now.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((sighs* let it go.. Abbey seems to have gotten it))

Ravyn: ((All right, Dragana. Abbey, give me a strength roll.))

Abbey Randelle: 3,7,4,

Ravyn: 4,6,3,

Ravyn: The man stares up at Jeff and focuses his eyes, making a slashing motion with his hand, laterally in the air in front of Jeff's upper arm.

Ravyn: 6,6,2,7,

Ravyn: ((Recap coming))

Ravyn: The man in the car does his slashing thing, and Jeff feels a slicing pain in his arm as a wound opens up under his coat ((2 Lethal; Soak if you can)). Abbey grabs for Jason, and as the man is distracted (his Strength roll was +1 diff)), she pulls him away. It helps that Jeff interposed himself between the kid and the guy in the car, while Dragana tried to help pull the kid. Sam gets her cell sneakily out. Myles watches. Jason wasn't too successful in climbing in...rather, he's pulled the other way by Abbey.

Jeff Rogers: He screams, staggering back against the car.

Ravyn: ((New Round. Same order as before: Jason, Samantha, Dragana, Jeff, Miles, Abbey, then the man in the car.))

Ravyn: Jason, pulled by Abbey, is desperately trying to get away from her, back to the nice crazy man in the car. ((Str))

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: Jeff also feels the weight of Paradox strike...him?? For 3 poitns worth))

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: 4,6,8,7,8,1,

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: (Just a quick int+mage lore))

Abbey Randelle: 3,6,7,

Samantha Jacobs: She moves to slide inbetween the car and other people, a hand twitching and half pulling out her gun as Jeff screams. She stars balefully down at the man. "Who. Are. You."

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: ((Ohhh, yeah. This is a WILD one.))

Jeff Rogers: ((Waiting on Dragana))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *That's it, her eyes narrow, Eye the man, Sam asking the right questions... a bit of insentive to stay still and do it.. she mutters under her breath drawing a discrete rune on the air towards the man* ((ergs.. would be Friction curse =P so keep guy from moving to much on them, and encouraging not to try what he did with JEff with others))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((was waiting for an answer over icq... but is ok))((will to this ))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 3,5,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((humm.. not to good but it worked...))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 6,7,7,6,2,3,2,

Jeff Rogers: "Marauder!" he barks. Fuck it. Either they know what he means, or he's talking gibberish. He launches himself backwards, folding up, disappearing INTO the car and dragging the door shut after him, elbowing the door lock as he does so.

Jeff Rogers: 4,4,7,2,8,8,

Jeff Rogers: Nimble thing that he is.

Myles Jordan: Myles will murmur in the shadows.

Myles Jordan -> Ravyn: ((Life 3 Corr 2 to heal the -inside- of Jeff's arm, that is, the standard "it's just a flesh wound" effect. Enoch to lower diff, WP on Arete roll, 1 roll of Arete))

Myles Jordan: 5,6,9,3,9,3,6,

Myles Jordan: 8,7,4,6,

Abbey Randelle: *grande. abbey's left touching the child. who looks like a kidnapper now. a look of pure irritation, as she's murmering in french* Verite. Svp destine. (ring of truth)

Abbey Randelle: (assuming she can maintain a hold and force her will on something at the same time.. rolling arete)

Abbey Randelle: 5,5,5,

Ravyn: The man scowls...his friend has been taken from him. He glares daggers at Dragana as he watches her try more magic, and this time, the cutting motion goes her way. ((WP))

Ravyn: 5,7,8,2,

Ravyn: ((RECAP TIME!))

Jeff Rogers: ((Hammer time!))

Ravyn: RECAP: The man makes another slicing motion...and this time, it's more effective then Jeff's. ((4 Lethal, Dragana)) Abbey fires of Ring of Truth and Dragana gets her effect off on the man, though not as strong as it could have been. Jeff's arm inexplicably heals as he pulls himself away...Sam steps inward. Jason can't get away.

Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs: And as Sam is the closest person now, she feels the numbing weight of 3 Paradox points hit her out of NOWHERE. Have her back off because she gets sick over it.

Ravyn: ((NEW ROUND! Order same: Jason, Samantha, Dragana, Jeff, Miles, Abbey, then the man in the car.))

Ravyn: ((Actually, sorry, Dragana is at -2, so is going at same time as Jason.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((yea..*huffies*))

Ravyn: Jason is looking up at Abbey. "Lemme go, lemme go!" And is trying to pull away again.

Jeff Rogers: ((Well think of the pioneering results you're turning up for medicine, Dragana. You've just found a cheap source of double masectomies! *G*))

Ravyn: 7,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: Bloody Hell! *both pained and angry huffs, Marauder... that is, she breaths in, to ignore the pain, and moves, to keep the man in sight, bloody skinny shut the door off... she'll rushes to the other's side door, to aboid the crasy guy to run off, as to prepare to take him out of his misery* ((not specting to attack this round, so moving to the other side of the car))

Abbey Randelle: 5,8,6,

Samantha Jacobs: The phone suddenly slips out of her grasp, and the gun slides back into the holster as she looses her grip. She seems to reel back, stumbling away, as legs give out underneath her. She collapses to the ground, vomitting.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((do I roll dex atletics? or just say she moves? as is what she is doing))

Ravyn: ((Dex+Athletics))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 7,10,7,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((with that roll I should have splited dice and attack *giggles*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((just commenting!))

Jeff Rogers: He fishes his iPAQ out of his pocket and hits 911.

Ravyn: ((*G* Probably, yeah.))

Myles Jordan: He murmurs yet in the shadows, not knowing Dragana's plight because she's the tough type.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*pouts* damm it. next time I'll risk it *G*))

Myles Jordan -> Ravyn: ((He reaches into the car and RIPs the man on the -inside- to make it look like nothing is really happening. Life 3, Corr 2, Enoch to lower diff, WP on Arete, 1 roll.))

Myles Jordan: 5,8,8,5,8,3,9,

Myles Jordan: 5,10,10,4,

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: Putting in a call for the police, advising there is a kidnapping in progress at their current intersection, that a young boy of about 8 is being assaulted and that padestrians are trying to prevent it but gettin injured.

Myles Jordan -> Ravyn: ((Well, the one man that he saw before, trying to grab the kid.))

Abbey Randelle: *abbey's deceptively delicate white hands maintain a somewhat reluctant steely grasp on the little boys shoulders as she notes sam collapsing and makes to draw him away, eyes fixing on the man in the car and murmering* Sir. Perhaps you might explain yourself. there is no need for such hostility. (what do i roll to draw the kid the hell away? dex +..brawl?)

Samantha Jacobs: ((And I flee! *hugs and out*))

Ravyn: ((Strength+Brawl))

Abbey Randelle: 3,5,1,8,7,

Jeff Rogers: ((*hugses*))

Ravyn: ((*hugs de Spaz*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((byeses!!))

Ravyn: The man inside, for his part, has decided enough is enough. The driver is not make the car leave, so he is leaving himself. ((2 Quint, WP))

Ravyn: 8,4,6,7,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((damm it *pouts*))

Myles Jordan: ((Damn... good roll, mystery man.))

Jeff Rogers: His call goes a bit Pete Tong as the driver vanishes right in front of his eyes. But he keeps talking as soon as he's recovered.

Ravyn: RECAP: The man says a prayer in Latin and vanishes in a rolling wave...how vulgar of him! He does leave a satsifying scream, though, from something or another. Meanwhile, Abbey pulls the kid further from the car as Jeff calls 9-1-1. Dragana runs around the car, seeing the driver staring blankly ahead and trying repeatedly to make the car go but failing. Sam falls down and vomits muchly. Jason is, as previously stated, pulled back.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Do I see maddy fade too?))

Ravyn: ((Sorry, that was very unclear. The driver stayed, the "maddy" (nice word choice, Dragana *G*) vanishes.))

Jeff Rogers: ((Yeah I was totally under the impression it was the driver pulling the vanishing act))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((yay! for once, thanko =) ))*frowns, cursing again, before pulling the drives door open, passing a hand in front of his eyes, calling to Jeff behind* watch for the backlash

Ravyn: ((And yes, Dragana saw Psycho-Boy fade away.))

Abbey Randelle: *a near inaudible sigh as she draws the boy away. white eyebrow darting up. now what? mm? oh. thats one cold albino. she radiates it as she turns her attention to the grimey little creature in her grip, murmering politely* Your name child? Do calm down please.

Jeff Rogers: He cuts the call and starts poking at the screen with the stylus, connecting it to his laptop back at super secret spy base.

Jeff Rogers: 3,6,8,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((thanko))

Jeff Rogers: Ping. Connected. Thank the lord for wifi theft. Honest, it's wifi theft. Yes.

Ravyn: The driver looks over at Dragana, blankly, and gives a pleasant smile. "Where can I take you, Miss?"

Myles Jordan: He smiles and steps toward Abbey and the child.

Ravyn: The boy looks up at Dragana, blinking a little bit as something seems to pass away from him...a haze over his eyes. "Ummm...Jaaason..." He looks around furtively. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers thatm, though."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *lifts an eye brow at the Driver, stating, polited* no where, you are relieshed from your duties *looking to Jeff* Get out, they are known to left backlashes that hit anyone with the 'Knowledge' near

Jeff Rogers: He remains in the back of the car, hunkering down so the driver doesn't spot him, rewinding time and starting a trace of the disappearing fella.

Jeff Rogers: ((Thanks for giving away my position, Dragana. The guy hadn't noticed me until now! :P))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Well it is -know- when marauders leave, theri backlashes hit the nearest mage.. she is saving you!, and she just peered, driver is in goof land))

Jeff Rogers: He doesn't really parse what Dragana's saying, too busy on finding the right software, then precisely picking up the correct temporal index, tapping into the local CCTV network, and a hundred and one other things that'll make this work.

Jeff Rogers: 2,10,2,

Ravyn: The driver looks at Dragana for a moment, then nods. "Yes, miss." He returns to staring straight ahead, out the windshield, as if waiting for a command.

Jeff Rogers: ((And how do you think Jeff knew it was a Marauder? Sheesh))

Jeff Rogers: 5,4,5,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey inclines her head* Of course. I am Ms, Randelle. We are introduced, and therefor no longer starngers. You were on your way home yes? *grey eyes slip to Sam. then to Myles, in question*

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: Well that was possibly the most pathetic set of rolls ever.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((lol))

Myles Jordan: Myles smiles down at the kid, and then looks up at Abbey with a shrug.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *frowns, looking at the driver, then pull slightly out* I need someone with knowledge of how a mind works... the choufer is ready for a Nut House ((ers translate to British english, not sure is sound to much like it))

Jeff Rogers: ((That sounds British to me *G*))

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: ((Yeah...)) He doesn't get a whole lot, sadly. The man teleported to a public restroom in Times Square, then "bounced" elsewhere.

Abbey Randelle: *her head inclines juuust barely to a vomitting sam, murmering to Myles* She is in no danger sir?

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: That's fine. When he gets home he'll set up a more thorough traeceroute.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((great! *hugs a Troo))

Ravyn: Sam is passed out on the ground. You know, from the vomiting.

Jeff Rogers: He pockets the iPAQ, then leans forward and smacks the driver round the back of the head. "Oi!"

Myles Jordan: Myles shrugs, "I don't know, her body is fuc-" A glance to the kid, "- just messed up." ((Was she actually hurt by anything?

Ravyn: Jason looks up to Abbey, and nods, slowly. "Yeah...I think I was. Then I saw the fairy...I think it's gone, now. I should probably go home, now."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *keeping an eye on Jeff, in case he sudenly turns in a bloody blue smurff with the Maddy's backlashes*

Ravyn: ((Not that you could see, Myles.))

Abbey Randelle: A fairy? Could you describe it? I'm most interested. *the boy is let go of as the thin girl approaches Sam's unconsious body, leaving the child to myles in releif, an ear cocked for his answer*

Ravyn: The driver's head snaps forward at the smack, then comes back up. He slowly turns around and looks at Jeff, smiling politely. "Thank you, sir. Where may I take you?"

Jeff Rogers: He tilts his head. "Wow. You're ~proper~ fucked, mate." He nods to himself and makes another call on the iPAQ.

Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: This time calling Michelle *G

Ravyn: "It was a fairy." He looks at Abbey, like the answer is obvious. "She was beautiful."

Myles Jordan: Myles glances over at Sam, and mutters a little phrase.

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: *Click* "Hello?"

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *lifting a eye brow at Jeff* I could have told you so *slipping out, leaing sligthly to the car, frowning, with a grunt, to Jeff, just immidialy asuming* ar eyou able to find the man?

Myles Jordan -> Ravyn: ((Life 1 Spirit 1 scan. Just a look over to see what's wrong. Enoch to lower diff, 1 roll.))

Myles Jordan: 3,9,7,7,5,10,2,

Myles Jordan: 2,4,7,5,

Jeff Rogers: "Yo yo yo, motherfucker!" He says it cheerily. "I've got some bloke here who's proper headfucked, and some english girl mouthing off at me like I'm one of tha spechul childruns."

Ravyn -> Myles Jordan: ((Neither of those reveal anything wrong with her.))

Abbey Randelle: Might I suggest ladies and gentleman. that we part ways, or move to a seperate location? rather soon. I think. *a cold murmer as she's touching Sam, attempting to rouse her back to awake. no dying miss jacobs, you've already commited yourself *

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: "Jeff. Where are you? Can you get more specific then that, or are you trying to be incognito?"

Jeff Rogers: "I'm down at blah and blah. In a car, with a driver who's been diddled over by a Marauder."

Myles Jordan: He watches Abbey and Sam with lazy eyes. "Her body and soul are fine."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *lifting an eye brow at heraing the guy, rolls her eyes, and starts moving is done.... she'll report and find the Marauder. Moving slowly to Abbey and the child, and let the second nutty deal with the driver, looks to Abbye* Take the child home *simple as she stats to move slowly on*

Jeff Rogers: "You don't want to come this way though. I called the police. I can get him to drive me to you. He seems to like the idea of driving somewhere."

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: "Shit...a Marauder? I'm on my way. Be there in..." A pause. "You're right near me. Five."

Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: "Or that works too. Bring him to the apartment."

Jeff Rogers: "Otay." He hangs up, then leands out the window. "Oi! Crazy english bird. Get in the car."

Abbey Randelle: *abbey raises an eyebrow in response to dragana, too busy attempting to lift the military woman, it needn't indulged with a response*

Myles Jordan: Myles will casually walk over to the vehicle now, and peer inside. "Hi," he says to Jeff.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *A look to Jeff, green eyes fixing, before she grunts, bloody mad ones it hurts.... so she actually gets up with a grunt* Call me Crasy again and we won't have a good start

Jeff Rogers: "Boss me around and we'll have an even suckier start." He flicks the central locking to let her in, tilting his head toward Myles as he does so. "What?"

Abbey Randelle: 6,9,8,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she lets herself fall with a grunt, half chucling* your life *eyeing Myles, now to him, she knows* take the child home, if that dull Child ((abbey)) can not bring herself to do so

Myles Jordan: "That guy was rather dangerous, hey man? Disappearing like that an' all. Mind if I check out the vehicle?" He grins at Dragana.

Jeff Rogers: "Oh, you know what? Bugger you. I'm sick of you fucktards threatening to kill me every five minutes." He elbows the locks again and says to the driver "Let's go. I'll give you directions on the move."

Ravyn: Jason is looking back and forth between everyone, and trying to oh-so-quietly slip away from the strange crazy adults. ((Dex+Stealth))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *grunst, Myles making her remember* it won't start...

Ravyn: 9,8,9,10,

Abbey Randelle: *there we go. the military woman is ..sort of on her feet, as the thin socialite does as everyone in high society does when faced with someone unpleasant. pretends as though they simply do not exist*

Ravyn: Which is in fact true. The driver starts to put the key in the ignition and turn it, but the car will not turn over.

Jeff Rogers: "Well then you'd better make it start before the police get here, hadn't you?"

Abbey Randelle: *and abbey, begins to move as gracefully as she can supporting 100 llbs of dead weight.. towards a small white saturn nearby*

Myles Jordan: He looks over at Dragana with a sigh. "You broke the car?"

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *sighs, closing her eyes, starting to mtter in enochian to undo the damage she did... or try* ((ha! not sure that'll work))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 9,1,4,

Ravyn: ((Apparently not. *G*)) Driver still turns key. Car still doesn't start.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((nop)) *nods to Myles* bloody machine *frowning, seems she can break but not fix, she starts to grunt out of the car* hail a caby *to Myles*

Jeff Rogers: He taps the driver on the shoulder. "Okay, mate, you're with me." Unlocks the door yet again and steps out of the car.

Ravyn: Jason, at this point is gone, having slipped away.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey purses her lips, slowly settling Sam to the ground before opening the door of her car and attempting to lift her again, into the passenger seat*

Abbey Randelle: 3,6,4,

Ravyn: "Certainly, sir." He opens his car door and gets out. Even takes the time to grab his chauffeur cap.

Jeff Rogers: He nods and starts striding away.

Myles Jordan: Myles smiles and walks away from the vehicle, heading in the direction that Abbey took.

Abbey Randelle: *oh dear god, lift with your knees and not with your back, silly twit. somehow sitting made everything so much more awkward. she tilts her head slightly to myles murmering. * Mr. Jordan, perhaps you might assist me in moving MIss Jacobs?

Myles Jordan: ((Poor kid... ))

Myles Jordan: "Sure." He steps up next to her to try and help. ((str))

Myles Jordan: 5,7,

Ravyn: The driver follows along behind Jeff.

Abbey Randelle: 7,10,7,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she starts walking once more, with the group, for now, her expression tense*

Abbey Randelle: *ahah! was simply a matter of leverage! Abbey graces Myles with a slight smile as he assist her in moving Sam to the back seat. a shake of her hands towards the ground as a bit of sams vomit flickc off her. a purse of her lips* Did you require transport Sir?

Jeff Rogers: ((Which group? Abbey and Myles went one way, Jeff and the driver went another))

Myles Jordan: "That would be nice. I overheard that the man with the driver called the police."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((fle...*looks around, Jeff is the one needing to make sure knows what he is doing... wait.. so does Abbye and Myles *lol* but they have survived enough goofness!))

Jeff Rogers: ((Well pick one, I don't have all night))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((said Jeff!))

Ravyn: ((The Hermie and the Hermie/Cultist are in a car, the other two are on foot, if that makes your decision easier...))

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head and withdraws a water bottle from her purse as she moves around to the driver side, dumping it on her hands and following with a antibacterial lotion that smells like grapefruit. she slides inm drying her hands on a silk monogrammed hankercheif, and starts the car, looking to Myles*

Jeff Rogers: ((You did not!))

Ravyn: Dragana follows Jeff and the driver down the street, as Abbey & Myles take off in the car.

Myles Jordan: *is in the car*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Dragana doens't ikes cars... =P she just got up cause it hurts =P)) *the lady is walking, her body tense, perfectly silent, trailing after Jeff for a while at least*

Jeff Rogers: ((Jeff takes Driver boy to Michelle's apartment, explains what happened, then takes off to go do that traceroute. I can't stay too much longer, but you guys can carry on without me :) ))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((HA! Dragana redirects off when he states where he is going ;) the bloody rock chick and her useless gang ;) *hits self^))

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey also shows up at Michelles apartment. fancy that. you know. having a sam in the back of her car. does her mentor wish to accompany her, or does he want dropped off?*

Myles Jordan: He might as well stick around. Things to discuss.

Ravyn: ((He didn't state where he was going, unless I missed my guess...he just goes there. Unless Dragana knows where Michelle lives, she wouldn't know until they hit the front door. *G*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Damm... so be it!))

Ravyn: ((Off to MT Residence, all?))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: -((goes))

Myles Jordan: ((suppose so!))

MICHELLE & SAM'S APARTMENT

Abbey Randelle: My apologies Mr. Jordan. Forgive me for bringing up a sensative subject. On three Sir *and she procceeds to do the 123 hoist with him, shutting the door with a foot and making to the stairs*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((hum.... *eyes Myles and Abbye, sighs slightly and till she sees Michelle starts her way up, body tense*

Michelle Morgan: "Are Sam, Abbey, and Myles with you guys?" She looks out the hallway, concerned. Jeff gives a quick heads up and leaves for his trace.

Myles Jordan: He lifts, and shuffles with the women over to the door.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *halts when hears the voice, gruntig* bloody perfect

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Dragana as Jeff leaves. "Elaine, isn't it? Come on in." She pulls the driver in, who's still staring ahead with that dopey, polite pleasantness.

Abbey Randelle: *this was foolish. she shifts her weight. good thing she was double jointed. her hand finds the buzzer*

Myles Jordan: He waits, resting against the wall and holding girl up.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *lift an eye brow, nearly closing her eyes, and merely steps in, leaning on the wall by the door, a faint smirk* afternoon

Michelle Morgan: With the buzz, she's RIGHT to the phone, picking it up. "Abbey?"

Abbey Randelle: *she looks to Myles and murmers* I beleive in future when moving bodies 3 people will be a standard requirement. *...and she plans on moving more dead weight bodies when?* yes Miss Morgan, perhaps you might assist with the door?

Michelle Morgan: "Of course. Use the elevator, it'll be easier." She buzzes them into the building.

Myles Jordan: *Opens door, then shuffle shuffle shuffle*

Myles Jordan: 7,7,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *quietly stays where she is, regarding the woman's aparment, just what she needed*

Abbey Randelle: *heading to the elevator, trio smelling like grapefruit and vomit. thanks sam. DIng. Cultists.. second floor*

Abbey Randelle: 3,4,6,

Myles Jordan: Aaaaaaand into the elevator they go! Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

Michelle Morgan: Phone is hung up, door is left open. She looks to Dragana. "Come in further, hon...nothing's going to bite you in here." She leads the Driver to the couch, setting him down, then moves to the door to await Sam and the dynamic duo.

Abbey Randelle: *mm. elavator music. how unpleasant. her eyes narrow as it crackles. one word... a glance at her soiled clothing. well. she supposed it was better than blood. she makes with shuffling out as the door opens, moving to the apartment*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *a light smirk* I wil not impose Child... I'm here merely to ensure the man was looked to

Myles Jordan: Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

Michelle Morgan: She's right there to help as the come into view, helping them into the apartment. "Easy, guys...no damaging my significant other, please..."

Michelle Morgan: "Call me child again, and I'll throw you out the window. Respect is shown to all in here. Which means no dimunitive words from you or toward you. Got it?" It's said with a practiced ease.

Abbey Randelle: were that my intention i would hardly be carrying her, Miss MOrgan. *its said without malice, maybe even supposed to be humor. the girl curling her lips politely. she shuts up as Michelle tells dragana off*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *green eyes fix on Michelle, grunting* you people immidialy jump onto things withough knowledge *jsut taht, still leaning agaist the wall, tense*

Myles Jordan: He quietly enters, he quietly sets her down, and then quietly takes a seat on an availible couch position. Shuffle shuffle shuffle. Not a glance at Dragana or Michelle.

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow .. up. she helps move sam to a couch or bed, in icy silence. she takes a seat once the girl is settled, removing her soiled coat and folding it inwards*

Michelle Morgan: "You don't even know me, Elaine. Be respectful to a Deacon of a Chantry, who's been Awakened probably since you were in 5th grade and stay here to help solve the problem, or be a petulant child with a superiority complex and leave, thus ignoring the problem. Those are your options." It's not said with malice, surprisingly. Completely relaxed and even, as she follows the other two and Sam to the couch, then checks her over as the others move away.

Abbey Randelle: *antibacterial lotion is rubbed with presicion on her hands again. disinfecting. she carefully offers it to Myles, careful not to touch him*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *the eye brow goes even more up* First of... lady... I have not showed disrepctec toward you... you are the one jumping onto diminishing out of a mere tittle. Second there is only one reasong I am still standing here, instead of leaving, as Deacond you would do well in not asuming *her voice ever so upper polite*

Myles Jordan: He murmurs, "Dragana. Either respect our host's authority, or leave. This is her home."

Michelle Morgan: "So what happened? I got Jeff's rendition...you guys want to share yours?" Yes, that's a complete lack of response to Dragana's justification of calling her a child.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *Green eyes dig on Myles, as always miding where he shoulnd't, and then simply looks at the woman, listening* ((eh.. Myles at least knows she has a tendendcy to call nearly everyone child =P))

Abbey Randelle: A gentleman used a wildly magical effect to lure a child into a vehicle with him. The child's name is Jason. Jason stated he was following a fairy towards the man. which dissappeared after the man had vanished from plain sight. *Abbey murmers in quiet precision*

Michelle Morgan: ((Doesn't make it right, Dragana. *G*))

Abbey Randelle: In addition. Miss Morgan fell to vomitting and is as you see her now.

Myles Jordan: The tanned ginger-haired sex machine nods.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((ah... dind't say she was! *G*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *adding, plainly* He is a Marauder, needs to be dealt with

Michelle Morgan: "And the gentleman was a Marauder?" She frowns deeply.

Abbey Randelle: *seeing as the tanned ginger sex machine isn't taking the offered sanitizer, abbey sets it beside her*

Michelle Morgan: A short nod to Dragana. "So where's the kid?"

Myles Jordan: A glance towards Dragana.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *Green eyes dig onto Abbey, then Myles* Miss Randelle was being taking charge of him...

Myles Jordan: Glances at Sam, then glances back at Dragana.

Michelle Morgan: Eyes go from Dragana to the two on the couch.

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow raises* Pardon Miss Cromwell? I regret you are mistaken. Mr. Jordan and I were Attending to MIss Jacobs.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *She visible tenses more, closing her eyes, before digging daggers on Abbey with her eyes* you- left- a child- alone- after nearing being kidnaped?

Myles Jordan: He leans back into the couch again, eyes following the conversation.

Michelle Morgan: She looks between them all a moment, then sighs. "I don't suppose anyone got a last name on him?"

Abbey Randelle: *icy eyes flick to dragana a moment. oh yes. abbey's about 1 comment away from stalking over there and politely handing the woman her ass* The child was not my concern, Miss cromwell. Miss Jacob's wellbeing was. I apologize that you did not forsee the need to aquire the child yourself. *she smiles politely to Michelle* Jason was all the child volunteered I regret.

Myles Jordan: Listens, silent like a cat.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: I believe Miss Randelle I was slightly bussy in trying to stop and track a Marauder *her voice cold... god Isachus was right a group of useleess prats*

Abbey Randelle: Perhaps .. One moment please. *a narrowing of her eyes a moment, she's pointedly ignoring dragana. no point in sniping back and forth, as it was accomplishing nothing, she moves to unfold her coat, and look for tawny little boy hairs. he was struggling against her for 5 minutes afterall.. and wool is prone to catching such*

Michelle Morgan: She frowns a moment and thinks. "All right, all right, guys. Maybe I can track one of you guys back to that point, then switch to follow Jason and see where he goes."

Abbey Randelle -> Michelle Morgan: spending wp. you want me to roll per + alert..yes?

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *glares at Abbey, useeless... then to michelle* I'll go back and track him *simply moving with a light grunt, a pause before she starts for the door*

Myles Jordan: Myles smiles sagely, "Why do we need him?"

Michelle Morgan -> Abbey Randelle: ((Yeah))

Abbey Randelle: 9,3,2,6,

Michelle Morgan: "A few reasons, Myles. First, I'd like to know that the Marauder didn't go back after him again. Second, it may not be random. And third, I'd like to know exactly what happened from his perspective."

Michelle Morgan: Abbey manages to find a few hairs.

Myles Jordan: "I would like to know that as well. But are you suggesting we kidnap a child from his family to protect him? Or are you going to relocate the entire family? Perhaps you will simply stand guard over the kid as he goes about his daily business? Oh, come on! Just scry on him."

Myles Jordan: He adds respectfully, "Or something."

Abbey Randelle: *oh. those dainty porceloin hands are going to need washed and sanitized again as she carefully checks over the coat, and retreives a few of the boy's hairs, setting them in her palm. a murmer* The child sheds. perhaps this might be of assistance in locating him, if need be.

Michelle Morgan: "That's my plan. But I need to find him to scry..." She looks to Abbey and smiles. "With something like that. Thanks, Abbey."

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile and inclination of her head* Might I use your lavatory Miss Morgan? I regret miss Jacobs was somewhat ill prior to falling.

Michelle Morgan: "Absolutely."

Myles Jordan: Myles smiles, "So... you can do that from here?" He seems rather impressed.

Abbey Randelle: *she rises to her feet in one fluid motion, depositing the hairs with miss morgan and moving to wash her hands, more to get the "child" off of her than anything. vomit. blood. these things while unsavory she could deal with*

Michelle Morgan: She takes the hairs. "Well, it won't be easy, mind you. But yeah, it's worth a shot. The hairs will certainly make it easier on me."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *hearing, she end sup leaing agaist the back wall again, utterly silent, might as well make sure what they do*

Myles Jordan: He smiles friendly, "Perhaps I can help."

Abbey Randelle: *its a few moments of running water before the slender girls slips from the washroom. she moves to sanitize her hands again. sitting down*

Michelle Morgan: "Depends on how you work, Myles. Elaine, there's caffeine pills in the kitchen, the drawer just to the right of the sink. Get 'em for me, please?"

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *oh Goes the eye brow up, is she... ordering... her?, she actually considers it a moment before with a grunt... moves to bring the things*

Myles Jordan: He slumps, "Guess so." He watches Dragana as she takes the orders and goes to retrieve the pills. (per + emp)

Myles Jordan: 6,3,5,

Michelle Morgan: Yes, yes she was ordering her. Just in a nice way.

Samantha Jacobs: 9,3,9,6,9,4,2,

Abbey Randelle: *abbey remains comfortably seated on the couch. a glance at her watch. mm. she was not yet too late to catch the caterer*

Samantha Jacobs: There is a twitch from the passed out woman on the couch. She has enough sense to know that she's somewhere safe, and that voices are familiar, and she doesn't need to shoot anyone. She also has enough sense to realize she's still feeling -really- sick.

Michelle Morgan: 9,2,8,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((got booted =( )) *the tiny lady comes and simply toses the things to her, in a upper polite way saying* do not do that again *simple, leaning on the wall*

Michelle Morgan: She notes the twtich. The hairs are carefully cupped in her hand and held as she moves to Sam, sitting next to her. "Sam?" She crushes the woman's face lightly. "You okay?"

Abbey Randelle: *the albino's head turns to same. lips pursing slightly*

Myles Jordan: He smiles in Sam's direction.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she just glances at Sam, lifting an eye brow again, as she regards both women*

Samantha Jacobs: She grimaces, her skin rather pale under the sunburn. She peers blearily at Michelle, then shakes her head briefly. The hand is pushed away gently and she stands, staggering her way to the bathroom and shutting the door.

Myles Jordan: His head tilts questioningly at Sam's departure.

Michelle Morgan: She watches Sam stagger off, sighing a little, before moving back to lean over and pick the caffeine tablets up from the ground where she didn't catch them, having headed toward Sam.

Abbey Randelle: *mm. more vomitting likely. Abbey folds her hands delicately in her lap*

Samantha Jacobs: A few sounds from the bathroom, and she exits a little while later looking vaguely better. Some water splashed on her face, she heads to settle by Michelle, arms crossed, head faintly tucked. A murmur, before she speaks louder. "What I miss?" Her voice is a bit... rougher, than normal

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *huffs, just leaning on the wall, stiff, listening*

Samantha Jacobs -> Michelle Morgan: The soft murmur before she spoke... "I'm okay."

Myles Jordan: He shrugs.

Michelle Morgan: She looks at Sam and nods. "Well, apparently, the Marauder teleported away, there's the driver..." She nods to the man still sitting politely on the other couch. "...and the kid slipped away in the confusion." How tacful to put it that way.

Samantha Jacobs: She rubs her face, hunching her shoulders as if cold. "Beautiful."

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile to Sam. in one peice. perfection. an inclination of her head in agreement*

Myles Jordan: "I thought it was more dramatic." He murmurs. "I'll find the kid if it's a great bother to you, Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: "S'okay. We're going to find him." She nods to Travis. "Figure I'll try first and if it doesn't work, you can give it a shot? 'Less you wanna caffeine pill-pop with me."

Samantha Jacobs: She nods faintly to Abbey, before eyes slip to Myles.

Myles Jordan: He smiles and shakes his head, quite relaxed on the couch.

Samantha Jacobs: Popping... what? She turns her gaze back to Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She looks to Sam, smiling a little. "Accelerants alter one's perception, making things appear faster. They help one break past the boundaries we create about the Illusion of space. Thus, allowing one to see other places one normally couldn't see." She holds the hairs in her hand, focusing on them and getting a feel, as she pusshes a couple caffeine pills from the foil wrapper.

Abbey Randelle: *cold grey eyes slip to Michelle as the Pale creature waits. Patient*

Myles Jordan: A hand goes to the chin. He's studying this carefully.

Samantha Jacobs: "Oh." Comes the slightly dull response, a faint nod. Shoulders hunching more.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she finally seems to have it with it.. the pain, and says upper polite* I need to repor this incident *green eye sgoing to Michelle and jsut her, is the competente one here seems* I will keep in touch *moving to the door, signaling MyleS* h eknows how to find me ...*a huff, still stiffly moving*

Michelle Morgan: The two pills go into her mouth, swallowed without water, and she focuses on the hairs, thumb running over them as she says "Jason" again and again, making it sound actually musical.

Samantha Jacobs: Flat eyes watch Dragana move, narrowing just faintly.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Michelle Morgan: ((Dragana won't ask for help *G* and is my believe she is about to crumple here so taking her to rest and heal that damage and report to Kelton))

Abbey Randelle: Good evening Miss Cromwell *she murmers politely, chin lifting nobily. a perfectly polite smile*

Myles Jordan: He nods. That is all she gets tonight. She'll get more later.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *returened polite nod, curt, like if she even deigned return it*

Michelle Morgan: ((Corr 2, Mind 3 scrying effect. Rolling Cha+Perf w/Ability Aptitude to lower diff, 1 WP thrown in to last two rolls, 3 rolls.))

Michelle Morgan -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Cool.))

Michelle Morgan: She would have responded, if she hadn;t already started. As it is, she won't let the effect go.

Michelle Morgan: 9,4,7,5,8,10,6,

Michelle Morgan: 1,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she knows she started working, but she really just moves, making her way out, perfecly erect and stiff, closing the door behind her*

Michelle Morgan: ((Now that is a musical chaanting of a name. *G*))

Michelle Morgan: 2,3,5,

Michelle Morgan: 10,9,1,

Michelle Morgan: 3,4,7,

Michelle Morgan: ((Go ahead and roll Per+Aware if you like.))

Myles Jordan: 4,6,4,4,

Abbey Randelle: 4,7,1,

Myles Jordan: (laughs, nm...)

Abbey Randelle: *amazing. her lips curl slightly as the woman chants, appreciating her skill, grey eyes brightening slightly in genuine enjoyment*

Samantha Jacobs: She watches, and listens.

Michelle Morgan -> Myles Jordan: Myles gets a faint pick up of Michelle's resonance. It's a Dynamic feel, very rebellious.

Myles Jordan -> Michelle Morgan: (thanks!)

Michelle Morgan: Her eyes snap wide open after about five minutes, a stunned look coming to her face. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." She doesn't look traumatized, just very concerned and a little irrationally afraid, like someone confronting a phobia.

Samantha Jacobs: "What?" Concerned? Yeup. Shifting to look at Michelle better.

Myles Jordan: A concerned look from Myles. "Is he okay?"

Abbey Randelle: *and the eyebrow goooes up*

Michelle Morgan: "Someone call Tansy. NOW."

Michelle Morgan: ((Or as soon as my lovely wife is at her computer... *S*))

Samantha Jacobs: She whirls into the kitchen with long strides, snatching the phone of the hook and dialing. "What am I saying?"

Myles Jordan: His tanned face pales.

Abbey Randelle: *that eyebrow maintains its upwards position. she watches michelle*

Michelle Morgan: "Tell her to get over her. She needs to be here. Don't tell her anymore. If she asks why, just be honest and say I asked her to come." She very visibly shivers.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances down to check her gun as she presses the phone to her ear.

Samantha Jacobs: A sharp nod to Michelle. "You want me to escort her?"

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, Sam, please."

Samantha Jacobs: "Tansy? It's Sam you need to come to Michelle's."

Samantha Jacobs: "I'm going to come pick you up, alright?"

Myles Jordan: He says quietly with narrowed eyes, "I should go." ((I need to go. Phone's ringing off the hook, finals tomorrow, and Chaos around me.))

Abbey Randelle: *she checks her watch. the caterers closed in an hour. if she left now and avoided heavy traffic....*

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Myles and nods once, slowly. "Probably best. I'll update you, if Tansy's fine with that."

Myles Jordan: He nods demurely and gets up to leave. "Thank you."

Abbey Randelle: I as well Mr. Jordan, perhaps I might assist you in transport. *a polite smile to Michelle* I regret Miss Morgan, I've to depart, i've a previous engagement.

Myles Jordan: He holds the door for Abbey.

Samantha Jacobs: "No, I'll come and get you. Michelle asked you be here. Where are you now?" She shifts by the phone.

Michelle Morgan: Another slow nod to Abbey. "Okay. I'll update you too, again, if Tansy's fine with that."

Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her head, she gathers her coat etc, and glides out the door* I needn't know more of unless it is a threat to my well being, or that of the fated in genereal. should it be miss Tansy's own difficulty, you needn't feel obligated. *and she's gone*

Myles Jordan: He follows, mouthing "Call me" to Michelle right before closing the door and disappearing.

Samantha Jacobs: "Alright, hold on." She looks up to Michelle, covering the mouthpiece. "Do you want to stay on with her while I go get her? She's all the way Uptown."

Michelle Morgan: She pauses, then shakes her head. "No, sweetie. Just...please, get her here quick."

Samantha Jacobs: A nod. "I'm coming Tansy." A click of the phone. She disappers into the bedroom, coming back out with the shoulder holster on. She quickly switches the gun and grabs Michelle's keys. A hand slides over the rock chick's face, briefly, and then she's out the door.

Samantha Jacobs: ((Fast forward boys and girls?))

Michelle Morgan: While they're gone, she concentrates on warding the place. Another caffeine pill, and she gets to it. ((Corr 2 Ward, Spending last 1 Quint to make diff 4, 3 WP, 1 each roll.))

Michelle Morgan: ((After the rolls. *G*))

Michelle Morgan: 6,7,8,

Michelle Morgan: 6,2,1,

Michelle Morgan: 3,6,4,

Michelle Morgan: She's looking very damn tired by the time they get back, but the place is warded.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam takes Tanasy up, paranoid and watching all the way, a hand on her gun. She pushes open the door, ushering Tansy in, eyes immediately going to Michelle.

Tansy: Quaffle remained quiet the rest of the ride there...he walks in and looks around. Tansy walks in beackpack on her back and her looks tired obciously not been sleeping well, a little paler than usual.

Tansy: She also moves over to Michelle shedding her backpack. "Michelle? " she sounds concerned for her.

Samantha Jacobs: A hand runs carefully over Michelle's face again, before she slides into the kitchen. To make tea. Tea is good.

Michelle Morgan: She looks up at Sam, gratefully, and then over to Tansy. "Hey." Her face is trying to be warm, but the worry and yeah, fear too is nice and evident underneath the facade.

Tansy: She takes Michelles hand and pats it with her other hand. Her cuiosity brimming but with that look of fear she almost doesn't want to know. "Michelle what's up?" she sounds worried and it shown in the frown on her face.

Michelle Morgan: "Hon...I think he's here. Robert." She swallows a little. "In New York."

Samantha Jacobs: She tries to busy herself with the tea. Fuck, she's cold. An ear tilted to lisren to them both.

Tansy: And her eyes get wide as she pales even more, if she thought she was feelinmg sick before she feels even more so now. and she opens her mouth and swallows, not a good idea. she shakes her head. taking slow controlled breaths.

Samantha Jacobs: She slides back into the room, handing both woman a hot mug of some type of orange tea.

Michelle Morgan: "Breath, Tansy. Just breath. Stay relaxed, okay? He hasn't found you yet. But...I think he's found someone else. A kid, about eight years old, named James. James Karren."

Michelle Morgan: She takes the tea, looking up to Sam with a loving, grateful smile...well, with that fear stuff mixed in, too, but still.

Samantha Jacobs: ((James... or Jason?)) A hand rests idly on Michelle's back as she hangs around the couple. Vaguely useless right now.

Tansy: Tansy takes the tea looking at it as if it is the strangest thing on earth. She is breathing alkthough slowely she closes her eyes tightly. "what do you mean found? Is the boy one of us and he grabbed him?" it comes out in a wisper.

Michelle Morgan: ((JASON. JASON.))

Tansy: ((*S* it's okay....))

Samantha Jacobs: ((*pats Ravyn*)) "Tansy." Its quiet, and firm. "Look at me. Look at me, right in the eyes, for a moment."

Tansy: She slowely opens her eyes tears forming in her violet eyes as she looks over to Sam, fear shows there.

Michelle Morgan: Tansy would also note a man, mid-fourties, sitting on the other couch in a chauffer's outfit, complete with cap. He's staring straight ahead, at the wall near the three women. Michelle pays him no mind at the moment. "Almost. Maybe. I'm...yes, he grabbed him, but thanks to Sam, Myles, Abbey, Jeff, and Elaine, he didn't. He got away, though, and Jason ran. I...don't think he has him, now. I'm not sure. Someone does, but...not him?"

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes are kind- its kind of hard with Sam- but there's strength behind there. "I want you to breath in for three counts, and out for three counts. I want you to keep doing this until you're calmer. Okay? Breath for a few minutes." Her voice is steady, with vague authority behind it. She looks down to Michelle. "You as well."

Samantha Jacobs: ((eyes AREN'T kind))

Michelle Morgan: She nods. Meditation...good move. She pulls her legs up into lotus position. and shuts her eyes, centering.

Samantha Jacobs: A vague, approving nod to Michelle, a hand still on her back.

Michelle Morgan: ((Int+Meditation))

Michelle Morgan: 3,8,7,2,8,

Tansy: Okay so the guy is duly noted by Tansy and since Michelle is speaking in front of him right now then it must be okay. She nods to Sam and does what she says not really thinking much at this point beyone HE"S HERE! "So you guys stopped him from getting Jason. And now someone else has Jason." more just to makes sure she grasped that. Qyaffle sniffs at the other man in the uniform.

Michelle Morgan: She remains in this position for about five minutes...quiet, clearing her mind and centering her thoughts.

Tansy: ((Same roll))

Tansy: 5,2,4,7,

Samantha Jacobs: "No talking. Breathing." She points at the girl. "Breath."

Tansy: She is at least breathing normally although that child-like fear of Hide hide now and do not come out until he is gone is running through her mind. she nods to Sam not speaking just breathing.

Samantha Jacobs: A faint nod. "Just.... beath." Her voice fades into a low murmur, and she keeps eyes on the two of them.

Michelle Morgan: Finally, her eyes open, and she leans back a little against Sam. "Thank you, sweetie." She looks over at Tansy. "Someone's got him, Tansy. Jason. Someone's got him somewhere, but he doesn't know who, and it's very well warded, so I can't figure out exactly where. But I don't think it's Robert. Jason doesn't."

Samantha Jacobs: She nods faintly to Michelle.

Tansy: She takes a sip of the tea, as her eyes dart to the man Quaffle is sniffing at, and then around the room.

Tansy: She nods her head. "I have met some new." she darts a look to the guy again. "People in the city...new to me at least."

Michelle Morgan: "We pass through all the time." She nods. "Have you met a kid, about eight, tawny hair, pretty innoceent looking?"

Tansy: She shakes her head. "No....I..." she swallows. "I would have made sure to keep him safe like I did Benny."

Samantha Jacobs: She listens

Michelle Morgan: She nods a little bit, sighing. "All right. Figured it was worth a shot, considering your...networking skills."

Tansy: "I haven't....been out a lot lately...with everything." that made sence to her.

Tansy: "Do you know where this place is at all? Do you know what this person looks like so we can warn everyone to keep an eye out.." she licvks her lips. "They also need to know that.....that he';s here and to be...very careful of him...~very~ careful of him."

Michelle Morgan: She's assuming 'everything' means in the last week or so, what with the mindfuck. She nods. "All right. So. He's in town. This can't be good...but hey, he doesn't necessarily know we know, right?"

Samantha Jacobs: "I can get it to Ling's, just incase." A mutter. "Make sure it gets passed on to all the mages. I saw him."

Michelle Morgan: "And I'll warn Arlett, Terry, and Tessa. Either Dragana or Travis will warn Four Elements..."

Tansy: she nods just in general, she takes a sip of the tea more for something to do than anything."I'll make sure Roxy and Aconite know as well, they need to at least know that there is a danger out there." she pauses for a moment"Quaffle it is time to tell us what you know." she looks over to the cat.

Samantha Jacobs: The... fuck. Talking cats. A shiver. She's cold. Dark eyes continue to watch the two women, and the cat.

Tansy: ((You might know))

Quaffle: The cat looks from the driver to Tansy, head tilting. "What exactly do you think I know, Tansy?"

Tansy: She shakes her head. "I saw you outside Andromeda's when I came out after..." and she falters a bit. "But, maybe you had been there when he was there...saw something." yeah she is grasping at straws at this point and she doesn't care.

Michelle Morgan: She sits back, leaning against Sam, listening quietly to Tansy talk with her familiar.

Samantha Jacobs: A hand starts to gently rub Michelle's back as she listens.

Quaffle: He looks up at Tansy. "What would I have seen on the outside, hmm? Not much catch while I'm walking down the street, really."

Tansy: She nods and shakles her head. "Fine, sorry." and she does sound appoilogetic despite the worry and fear there as well. "Michelle who is that." she asks finally.

Michelle Morgan: She looks up to the politely, dopily smiling man and sighs. "That, apparently, was Robert's driver today. Apparently, he's a bit shell shocked."

Tansy: Her eyes dart to Michelle." he is welthy enough to have a driver?" she shakes her head. "A question....he looke the same as he did that day doesn't he." Not she refuses to use Roberts name at all.

Samantha Jacobs: "Probably from being around the creepy fuck." She starts to feel naseous all over again.

Samantha Jacobs: 8,

Michelle Morgan: A shiver runs down her spine. She can still remember the torture she was put through, like it really happened to her, just yesterday. She hugs her arms, hands rubbinb the forearms as if to make sure there aren't scars. "Exactly the same, yeah."

Samantha Jacobs: A warm hand on Michelle's back, reassuring she's okay, and she's here.

Tansy: She swallows and looks to the carpet. "I am so sorry Michelle..."she's not going to close her eyes. "Thank you for telling me..."

Michelle Morgan: "And no, Sam...it's not just from being around him. I...think that Robert may have fucked his head up."

Samantha Jacobs: A faint nod to Michelle.

Tansy: And now it is her turn to shiver. "He is one sick..." yeah she has nothing to desribe him. "why...." that last is wispered out.

Michelle Morgan: "Shush, Tansy. This isn't your fault. It's his fault. He did things to your mother when you were younger. Those things made you block them out. He facilitated the need for me to chose to help you...which was my choice, knowing the risks. And he has caused the current problems. Not you."

Samantha Jacobs: "We'll get him."

Tansy: "He killed Andromeda.....that is what brought me here."she runs a hand across her forhead. "we need to see if this Griffen or .....Bella are still alive....he could have gone after them...or not."

Tansy: 9,5,4,8,4,

Samantha Jacobs: "Plan later. Rest now. Nothing good will come from exhausted minds."

Tansy: "He also Killed that woman Sonja....right before he got to my mom." she wispers out remembering that again with another slight shakesa oher head head. "siatroying lives of people." and yeah the tears that have been threatening start to fall.

Quaffle: "Waht about the automaton?" the cat says. It's standing on the driver's lap on it's back two paws, front paws pressing against the man's chest as he looks the driver in the eyes.

Tansy: She glances over to Quaffle blinks through the tears. She waits and listens.

Michelle Morgan: Michelle sighs, and leans forward to rest a hand on Tansy's shoulder. "Tansy. Tell me what you're feeling right now." It's a practiced phrase, well-honed over the past several months. Said calmly, relaxed.

Michelle Morgan: She ignores Quaffle for the moment. Help Tansy first, then deal with the driver.

Quaffle: That seems to piss off Quaffle a bit. He bats the driver's face once, tail flicking in annoyance.

Samantha Jacobs: "Cut it out." She rumbles to the cat.

Tansy: She looks over to Michelle, yep pregnant hormonal woman on her hands on top of all of this. "I feel honored that they risked their lives for me, and disgusted that they had to loose their lives cause of me. I am worried for you all, and I am terrified for myself and you all. I am terrified that I might not to get to see my babies." and that is when she falls over a hand to her tummy and crys in Michelle's lap.

Quaffle: He looks to Sam. Oh, yes. She has the stupid cats who obey. Suppose I should play along. He sits back down, looking at Sam with kitten eyes and tilting his head. "Meow."

Tansy: ((*Dies laughing*))

Samantha Jacobs: 8,3,9,

Samantha Jacobs: She's smart enough to see she's being fucked with. "Don't you pull shit with me." She points at the cat, though is a bit distracted by Tansy bursting into tears.

Michelle Morgan: She nods a little, ignoring cat antics. "You're feeling many things, and that's understandable. Love for those who risked all for you. Hatred for the man that took them away. Fear for us, yourself, and your children. And..." She winces a little. "...Grief over what's happened. All of these are valid, sacred feelings. Love reminds you of what was good. Hatred drives you to eradicate the evil. Fear keeps you alive. Grief..." She purses her lips. "It reminds us to learn from the mistakes of the past. Remember, Tansy...feel them fully. Let them run their course. And when the course is done, let them go."

Quaffle: A very non-cat roll of the eyes, and then it falls silent, listening to Michelle with some interest from the driver's lap.

Tansy: It takes her a good five minutes to calm down listen to Michelle as she sobs. Michelles lap os not wet, oh well. she turns her head to the side still laying there, sniffling a slight nod of her head and that is all from her. She is strong she can survive all of this.

Tansy: (is now wet. *shakes fist at typos*))

Samantha Jacobs: She watches it all silently.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little to Tansy. "We'll get through this. Whatever he wants, he can't be done yet. We'll stop him. We can't save those gone, but we can save those still here. And we will, okay?"

Tansy: A slight nod of her head as she continues to stay where she is at, she seems comforted by Michelle at this point after all she saw her die in her memories.

Samantha Jacobs: She continues to silently watch.

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "All right. Now, we're going to drive you home, and you're going to get some rest. We'll figure out what to do later."

Tansy: Another nod of her head as she sits up slowely. wipping her eyes with the baclof her hand. "Quaff...what did you say earlier?"

Quaffle: "The automaton here. Are you just going ot have him sit on your couch for the night?"

Samantha Jacobs: She rubs her head, sighing. "I'll stay up and watch him till we figure out what to do with him."

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Sam and shakes her head. "I'll take care of him when we get home. See what I can pick out of that head. once that's done..." She shrugs. "Ah, fuck if I know."

Samantha Jacobs: "No. You're too tired. Tomrrow. I'll watch him tonight, you can look tomrrow, and then we'll turn him over and tell the police we found him wandering the streets. Done."

Michelle Morgan: She frowns a moment as Green Day's 'Holiday' plays from her pocket. She pulls her phone out and answers. "Hello?"

Tansy: She sniffles once more and blinks her eyes, yes home to Eli. She looks for where her backpacklanded and stands up, letting them discuss all of this she feels sorry for the dirver. She picks up her backpack holding it by one strap.

Quaffle: Quaffle still seems to find the motionless man amusing. He kneads sharp little claws on the man's legs. The man doesn't react.

Michelle's phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Salutations, Ms. Morgan. Dis iz Rene."

Samantha Jacobs: 5,8,2,6,3,4,9,

Samantha Jacobs: "Cat, I said cut that shit out." She growls.

Michelle Morgan: ((Cha+Subt))

Michelle Morgan: 6,7,4,1,6,

Michelle Morgan: "Rene. Hey." She sounds a little tired, but not as bad as it might appear to the people in the room. "What's up?"

Samantha Jacobs: A hand rises, gently stroking Michelle's hair as she glares at the cat.

Michelle's phone: "I tot maybe you would eh, like dinnare?"

Quaffle: He looks to Sam. "I'm performing experiments you may find useful, woman. If he doesn't feel pain, then knocking him around in the usual thug manner you humans seem to like won't work, now will it?"

Michelle Morgan: ((*Picks up the PM*))

Michelle Morgan: "Ummm...well, now's kind of a bad time. Or...maybe not..." She looks to the driver, then to Tansy. "I do have a few things I need to let you know about, though not by phone..."

Michelle's phone: ((Ooops, sweeps that under the pm rug.))

Samantha Jacobs: "I have no intention of injuring someone incapable of understanding they're being hurt. There will be no 'knocking him around'. And just because he can't feel pain, doesn't mean he isn't hurt. Quit it." Her voice a low thrum, so it doesn't carry over the phone.

Samantha Jacobs: She casts a look to Michelle. A ' you better not be thinking of leaving when you need sleep' look.

Michelle's phone: "I come bye, we talk eh? Latare if day mood iz good, we go out. Oui?"

Michelle's phone: ((*Palms face. I cannot pm.))

Tansy: She stands there thinking shifting a little from foot to foot, one arm crossed over her and clasping the elbow of her other arm as she holds the backpack.

Tansy: ((*Pats the Rene-P on tha back* it happens to all of us))

Michelle Morgan: ((Apparently not. *G*)) She rubs her forehead, giving Sam the 'Lives at stake, sleep can wait' look. She probably knows it well by now. "Ummm...shit. Yeah, sure, I guess."

Samantha Jacobs: She's not a happy Sam. But she doesn't say anything else.

Michelle's phone -> Michelle Morgan: "I be dare soon. Orevou."

Tansy: ((Between Tansy and Michelle when this is over they could prolly sleep for a week straight and not bat an eye at it.))

Samantha Jacobs: ((If Sam had her way, thats what they WOULD do NOW))

Michelle Morgan: "Au revoire." She hangs up the phone, then looks to Sam. Now it's the 'I love you, all will be well' look. "Love...take Tansy home, if you could? Rene...the new Verbena in town. I need to bring him up to speed. On a lot of things."

Samantha Jacobs: She seems reluctant, and then she nods, waiting for Tansy.

Tansy: "Please take care Michelle." she walks over and hugs her and places a kiss on her cheek, before moving to follow Sam back out. "Common Quaff."

Samantha Jacobs: She strides out, back to being paranoid and wanting to get back to Michelle asap.

Michelle Morgan: "Bye, Tansy. Take care." She watches the Sam leave, and the girl, and the cat.

Quaffle: He heads out after, with a nod to Michelle. "Good evening."

Tansy: A nod of her head as she leaves. ((and unless the evil Rav has plans for us we can assume they get Tansy and Quaff dropped off and Sam returns *S*))

Quaffle: ((Yes, they get dropped off. *S*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Sam will drive like an effing mad woman to get back there *L*))

Rene Zitas: ((Fast forward to Rene's arrival?))

Tansy: ((Thanks for the scene...I am going to go and eat *Hugs* Bye!))

Michelle Morgan: ((Sure. Just for grins, say a Dex+Drive from both of the two, see who gets there first? *G*))

Rene Zitas: 10,3,5,

Rene Zitas: ((Well, there's dex. Rene does not drive. *c* He's taking a cab.))

Samantha Jacobs: 1,8,1,5,

Samantha Jacobs: ((*HEADDESK*))

Rene Zitas: (*wince* And Sam has a fender bender.)

Michelle Morgan: ((I was actually thinking, bat out of hell...roll a die. Even, fender-bender, odd, pulled over by police for driving like a bat out of hell. *G*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Can I say someone hit her, instead of she hit someone? *L*))

Samantha Jacobs: 6,

Rene Zitas: ((Proof of insurance?))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Fuck dammit! Screw you dice! *L*))

Rene Zitas: And Rene arrives first, dressed in gray sharkskin pants, leather boots and a black silk shirt. He's carrying a bottle of wine and a single yellow rose. Looking sexy in his big, black, and beautiful ap 2 way.

Michelle Morgan: ((Sam, unfortunately, gets in an accident. The good news is, she didn't hit anyone. The bad news is, they hit her because she made a right turn w/o looking, and she gets rear-ended in one of those few situations where you're at fault for getting rear-ended...pulling right in front of an oncoming car.))

Michelle Morgan: When she hears the buzz, she assumes it's Rene...Sam doesn't buzz, obviously. She gets the phone. "Hello?"

Rene Zitas: "Good evening, Ms. Morgan." No mistaking that creole accent.

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, Rene. Come on up." She buzzes him in, and takes a few moments to make herself presentable...no weakness shown.

Rene Zitas: He takes the elevator up, his relaxed gait giving her plenty of time to freshen up.

Michelle Morgan: Just a quick wipe of tear-tracks from the face, and the "game face" put on...emotionally, not physically. She's not dating, after all. ((Cha+Perf. w/Ability Aptitude))

Michelle Morgan: 9,3,2,3,6,4,1,

Michelle Morgan: She's just not feelin' it today. But she's trying.

Rene Zitas: A light knock on the door.

Michelle Morgan: She goes to the door and opens it up with her best smile. "Hey, Rene. C'mon in."

Rene Zitas: "Good evening, Ms. Morgan." He steps in and hands her the rose. Not dating you say? "How hov you been?"

Michelle Morgan: She blinks at the rose, but smiles, taking it. Rude not to. "Thank you. I've been busy. Very busy." She shuts the door behind them. "Yourself?"

Rene Zitas: "I om quite well. You sounded eh, little stressed on day phone so I brought some wine. Maybe good to relax a little, oui?" Presenting the bottle of rather expensive chianti much the way a waiter might at an expensive restaurant.

Michelle Morgan: She raises an eyebrow, grinning a little. "Mr. Zitas...what will people say? Flower, wine...I think you may make my significant other a bit jealous..." A wink. That's right. Stay playful and shut him down. The good-humored, 'no harm done' let-down.

Rene Zitas: "Maybe he says, pour me a glass too, eh?" Offering up a charismatic smile.

Michelle Morgan: "She doesn't drink, typically." Stage two of the shoot-down...not that her bisexuality isn't fairly well-known. Usually the second thing associated with her name. Music, Bi. That's the way it goes. "But you never know...for this, she may make an exception. Come on...let's have a seat..." She looks over at the man sitting on the couch. Oh, shit.

Rene Zitas: Her significant other is a female. How nice. He has no objections to bedding two women. "Ond who might dis be?"

Samantha Jacobs: There's a click and a twist of the door, as the woman slides in. If she didn't look bad before, she looks like hell now. She seems utterly tiredm and there is an odd bruis on her left shoulder/collarbone. Her eyes are a wee bit red, and said eyes fix on Rene with a look that says' who are you, where are you from, and am I going to have to kill you?'.

Samantha Jacobs: She is by no means pretty. She's a lanky woman, starting to get a bit too thin, dressed in ratty jeans and a tank top. from under her shirt, scars seem to crawl up, all the way to her neck, marring the skin horrendously. Her hair is a mop of black, her eyes a hard, bitter brown. There is a gun holstered in a shoulder hoslter.

Rene Zitas: The black man is tall and muscular, suggesting he's the active sort. His skin is nearly ebony. Tattoos, black on black creep out from under his collar and across his bald head like wayward shadows. Traces of old scars mark the back of large hands and dot a severe face. Midnight eyes that might very well skewer your soul are hard to meet for very long. His voice is deep and heavily accented. French maybe?

Michelle Morgan: She looks over to Samantha, concern instantly coming to her face at the woman's state. "Gods...Sam? Are you okay?" Rene's forgotten, and she moves directly to the woman's side. "What happened?"

Samantha Jacobs: She blinks at Michelle, and then hangs her head like a guilty child. "... I got in an accident. I'm sorry." Thats two or three fuck ups today. She's obviously ashamed and upset with herself.

Rene Zitas: And those obsidian eyes play over the new arrival. Since she didn't knock, he assumes it very likely, this is the significant other, and offers her a polite nod. "Madamoiselle."

Michelle Morgan: "Are you all right?" Without even remembering that there's a zombified driver and a big tall black man in the room, she takes Sam by the hand and leads her over to the couch to start looking her over. ((Per+Med))

Michelle Morgan: 8,2,8,

: ((*huggles the poor Sam*))

Samantha Jacobs: "I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm sorry." She mutters, allowing herself to be lead, and to sit down. She's a little bruised, and she's not breathing so well, but that's how it always is when she's stressed. She's otherwise fine.

Rene Zitas: And he observes, interested in seeing if the cultist has skills en la vie.

Michelle Morgan: Many skills, the Cultist has. Have Life, she does not. She slides arms around Sam, hugging her. "It's okay...don't even worry about it. That's what insurance is for. As long as you're okay. The car is just a car."

Rene Zitas: "Iz de madamoiselle injured?"

Samantha Jacobs: Her head thumps dully on Michelle's shoulder. "I'm sorry I passed out, and I'm sorry I got in an accident, and I'm sorry I got sick." She whispers. Its been one of those no good horrible bad awful days for the Sam. Not that Michelle has had a much better day.

Michelle Morgan: "I think she's a little bruised, yeah." She looks up to Rene. "I'm sorry...Rene Zitas, Sam Jacobs. Sam, Rene's a Verbena...one of the Traditions."

Samantha Jacobs: She lifts her head, waving tiredly to Rene.

Rene Zitas: "I om sorry Ms. Jacobs, dat de circumstances of our meeting are not better. I hov some small talent in healing, if you require assistance." He would not, of course, scan her without her consent. Afterall, debts between the enlightened are never taken lightly. If her injuries are not serious, she may prefer to heal au naturale.

Samantha Jacobs: "No, thank you." She says heavily to Rene.

Rene Zitas: Nods in reply when she declines his offer. "I con get you some water maybe?"

Samantha Jacobs: She just shakes her head again.

Michelle Morgan: She sighs a little at sam, but nods. She knows (and Sam knows she knows) that Sam would be demanding it of Michelle in the same situation. She lets it going, though, just pressing lips to the other woman's temple and looking at her. "You sure you're okay, love?"

Rene Zitas: "Well den we can all be greatful your injuries are not serious, oui?"

Michelle Morgan: ((lets it go))

Samantha Jacobs: "I'm okay. Promise." Her eyes close briefly, a faint nod after the kiss to her temple before her eyes open. A nod to Rene as well.

Rene Zitas: Of course, it is possible that Samantha is not enlightened, so he falls silent, awaiting Ms. Morgan's lead as to what may be said in the other woman's presence.

Michelle Morgan: "Okay." She smiles to Sam, rubbing her back a little and looking to Rene. "Samantha is recently Awakened, and my student...so by all means, where were we?"

Rene Zitas: (per+aware to detect if Sam is supernatural)

Michelle Morgan: ((Wow, great minds think along the same lines (if not exactly alike). *G*))

Rene Zitas: (dlp as Michelle announces it *c*)

Samantha Jacobs: She rests arms on her knees, listening as they they talk, trying to stay focused.

Rene Zitas: "We hav yet to begin."

Rene Zitas: "You wished to discuss some tings wit me?"

Michelle Morgan: "Oh...shit, yeah. Sorry...excitement. Been an exicting day." She gestures to the guy on the other couch. "That...is the driver for a Marauder in town. One who seems to like kidnapping children."

Rene Zitas: "He ez comatose?"

Samantha Jacobs: "So it appears." She mutters.

Michelle Morgan: "More or less. Very worker-drone."

Rene Zitas: "Hard to drive dat way. You are making ze hunt for de marauder?"

Michelle Morgan: "That is the plan, yeah."

Samantha Jacobs: ((Sam will stick around to make sure everything is okay, then stay up to watch drone boy. Alasa, the Spaz needs sleep))

Michelle Morgan: ((*Hugs the Spaz*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((*hugs and poofs*))

Rene Zitas: ((Night Spaz))

Rene Zitas: "Dangerous dat. Why he want de enfants?"

Michelle Morgan: "We don't know. Sam and some others observed him try to lure a child into the car. They stopped him, luckily."

Rene Zitas: "I will help in any way I con."

Rene Zitas: "Such creatures cannot go unchecked."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles. "Thank you. The Mauraduer's name is Robert, no last name known. The boy, who slipped aay in the confusion and may or may not be in someone's possession, though I don't believe it's Robert who has him."

Rene Zitas: "You hov a picture or description of him?"

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "He's near forty or so, fit and tan, short dark hair, gray at the temples. Deep, DEEP blue eyes. Dresses sharply but simply. And quite insane. Likes torture and Catolic prayer in Latin."

Rene Zitas: "He is attracted to dis, or likes to perform it himself?"

Michelle Morgan: She flinches. "Likes to do it himself. He's done it to at least three adult Awakened within the last fourteen years, probably more."

Rene Zitas: "You hov data on his victims? We look for eh em-oh, oui?"

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "It's quite specific, all relating around one woman, thus far...the adults, at least. A girl, now nineteen, who was 5 at the time of the first killings. Over the past fourteen years, he seems to have stalked her."

Rene Zitas: "You hov dis woman? We hov bait. Oui?"

Rene Zitas: ((Need to sleep soon))

Michelle Morgan: ((Sorry.)) She frowns. "Not a fan of using her as bait, though I'll leave that up to her. She's at great risk, and we're not sure why he wants her. I'd rather not risk it be some great nefarious plan."

Rene Zitas: "He hos had fourteen years to take her. Yet not. Maybe his obcession is not wit her, but dose she associates wit?"

Michelle Morgan: "Believe me...I know from personally living her memories, Rene. He was after her. At least, when he killer her mother." She hugs her arms, suddenly very cold.

Rene Zitas: "Brave you take dat route." Setting a hand on her shoulder. "You look like you and your girlfriend could use some rest. It is late. Maybe we talk more tomorrow eh?"

Michelle Morgan: She nods a little, smiling up to him. "Sounds like a plan, Rene. Thanks...sorry we're kind of downers tonight. Just one of those days, you know?"

Rene Zitas: He gives her a gentlemanly hug. One that says no worries, rather than lets fuck. "We all hav dem. Dis girl, dat avoided a marauder fourteen years. She must be very capable. Dat iz someting. I like to meet her."

Michelle Morgan: She returns the hug and nods. "I'll set up a meeting, if she's cool with it."

Rene Zitas: "Tank you." Heading towards the door. "Please say goodnight to Ms. Jacobs for me, and enjoy de wine. Good night, Ms. Morgan."

Michelle Morgan: She follows him to the door, nodding. "Of course, Rene. Thank you for coming over. Good night."

Rene Zitas: ((And off he goes. Player crashing. *s* Thanks for the game. Catch you later!))

Michelle Morgan: ((Thanks...you too. *hugs* Night!))