Charles Knight: "And hello Crash." *he'll nod to his fellow Researcher*

Matty "Crash" Ross: He looks to Charles, breathes in deeply, and starts speaking faster than some of those disclaimer people in commercials, though has a bored tone of one who's just trying to get someone up to speed: "She's apart of a race the Ishhara created by God but no longer works for them revealing her true nature would essentially make me go more insane than I already am and she has seen this girl before who is apparently a demon which makes sense because when I sensed her doing some not-nice things her Entropic resonance levels were through the roof and she was at one time involved with a female Orphan with a capital O who was close friends with a Hermetic capital H."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte raises a finger "Uh uh uh.. I never said the girl was a demon.. I said the coin she was carrying.. I ~beleive~ was the vessel for a demon. Very different indeed. Though the girl's corruption is apparent."

Matty "Crash" Ross: He blinks. "Then there's still the chance that she's... damn, she may be Nephandi!" he looks to Charles. "In connection with a demon, perhaps!"

Charles Knight: "Gotcha. More demons. The one in the bathroom ripped through the Veil, you know, like the Gauntlet, but to the Underworld, and fled there. I fired off a shot, wounded her pretty nastily, but couldn't stop her, she was moving too fast. I didn't get a name, but a contact of mine knows who she is and is trying to track her down before we put an end to her. So there was this hole, ghosts were everywhere, going nuts, and I had to slap up a patch." *shrugs* "Standard procedure for us, eh?" *he chuckles*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "What the hell is a Nephandi?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints to Charles "What did she look like? Can you describe her form to me?"

Matty "Crash" Ross: He sighs. "I knew New York was going to be significantly more chaotic than the West Coast, with it being more compacted, but in a week I've subverted Techies who pointed guns at me and the team I was on, and then tasered a girl who apparently rolls with bad demons!"

He looks to Brigitte. "A Nephandi is... shit! Did I just say too much, Dr. Knight? I don't know what the rules are on divulging this in this particular situation!"

Charles Knight: "Sure, here's the gist of it..." *describe what amounts to a high torment Slayer of some sort.* "I did some modeling with my computer and have a better one there, but well, too much water, not taking my stuff out. Never bothered to waterproof it all."

Matty "Crash" Ross: "You could load it to my PDA," he says. "You still have it!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stands, stretching her fair limbs "Then we should head up to the room. I'd very much like to see who we're dealing with. If its who I think it is.. you could get yourselves into quite the good amount of trouble if you try to strike her. The last thing we need is a war between the infernal court and the Willworkers."

Charles Knight: "Just be more discreet in the future. I'll put you in contact with some people who're more aware of the situation in town than I am. I only just got back a couple days ago, after all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile "You should get your information from the hermetics. They know all ~about~ discretion." She giggles and steps from the tub, looking around shamelessly for a towel.

Matty "Crash" Ross: He stands up, looking over to Charles. "Attractive woman, hot tub! Give me credit for not spilling everything!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a sly grin over her shoulder to Charles. "He was a perfect gentleman. Much to my dismay."

Charles Knight: *he laughs* "I've spoken more to worse in less trying situations. Sometime, maybe, I'll tell you some stories of old New York, from a couple of years ago." *serious again* "Then we can go upstairs. There won't be a war. I know the wording of the Treaty, and I know the loopholes in the Treaty. I'll be sure that if the Fallen start a war, they're in the wrong and all of New York can come down on them."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte shakes her wet locks a bit and reaches over to where she'd left her thin white sundress. She slips it on and reches down to take up her sandals and cardigan. "Come, boys." she gives another sly grin and opens the gate, moving back toward the rooms.

Matty "Crash" Ross: He gets out, finding a towel to dry his jeans off to where they aren't dripping, followed by pulling his shirt, shoes, socks and jacket back on. "I'm totally in the dark about this Treaty; I've heard of it, but like it's something that's generally known here by everyone!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile to Charles "Really, now? Even if you took shots at one of our ministers not but a few hours ago this evening? That's not being very nice, love.. Especially since you don't know the situation."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gladly drips, making her way out of the tub area and down the hall trusting that she'll be followed. If not.. eh.. she'll find something else to hold her attention for the remainder of the evening.

Matty "Crash" Ross: He looks toward Dr. Knight, shrugs, continuing to follow along with her.

Charles Knight: *he smirks* "Oh, I think I know what I'm doing. Don't need a lecture from you. I helped write the damned Treaty." *to Crash* "I'll give you the specifics when this is through." ((will not be RPed, read the FAQ)) *he'll wait for Crash before following*

Matty "Crash" Ross: [Works for me!]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She hums quietly ignoring Charles, making a slow meander down the hall. When she gets to the right room, she swipes her card and slips in leaving the door cracked open for the two of them to enter.

Matty "Crash" Ross: He continues along, clearly knowing that he is the child between two giants of politics that he is completely in the dark of.

William Halloran: He's inside the hotel room, doing the light part of his workout...push-ups. Not much one who's his size can do to bring weights in, and certainly no pull-ups. He looks up as Brigette comes in, a smile to her on his ruined face.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte lays her cardigan and sandals by the door. The room is elegantly modest. Your typical annonymous mid level hotel room. A single bed, large and very few belongings that don't actually belong to the hotel. A green dufflebag. Clothes here and there, mens and womens.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte casts a loving smile down to William "You're up. Lovely. I didn't want to wake you, my love." She leans down to kiss the man's head.

Charles Knight: *he glances to Crash, then back to Brigitte, he's silent, and definitely a bit paranoid at the moment.*

William Halloran: He rises up from his push-up position, blushing a little at Brigette's attention. "Yeh...figgered I had ta get up sometime. Heya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte runs a delicate hand over the large man's shoulders "Love.. these are some friends of mine." She motions to each "Crash.. and a Dr. Knight. Boys.. this is my William."

Matty "Crash" Ross: He looks to William, then "Lilith." "I thought you mean literally a kitten," he says.

Matty "Crash" Ross: (http://geocities.com/loganfrost2000/matty.html)

He figures, eh, why not, and goes to William and offers a hand. "Hi!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Lilah)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh "No no.. A figurative kitten." She leans over to kiss william's chest before making a meander toward a table and chairs, motioning for Dr. Knight to follow her "Pictures now?"

Charles Knight: "Hello." *to the rather large man*

William Halloran: He nods to Matty and takes his hand, after an appraising once-over. "Hey. Nice ta meetcha both." A nod goes to Charles, too, as he sits back on his heels a moment.

Matty "Crash" Ross: [Right, right. I thought that didn't look quite right.]

Charles Knight: *he pulls his backpack around and gets a laptop out of it* "give me a minute to pull them up."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a tiny stretch. She moves away from the table to run her hands through wet locks, not wanting to disturb the laptop toting willworker.

Matty "Crash" Ross: Matty shifts weight from one foot to the other. His jeans are soaking wet, but not dripping.

William Halloran: He rises to his feet, taking a lean against the wall and pulling a pack of cigarettes out, watching the two men with curiosity and a keen eye. Window's not so far away, he considers blandly, if one of them needs to go through it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte moves over to Matty with an appreciative grin, extending a dainty hand "Would you like some dry pants, love? I'm sure I have something around here that'll fit.."

Matty "Crash" Ross: "Er..." he looks down. They're his favorite jeans, though. And then looks back up. "Yeah, sure, thanks!"

Charles Knight: *and boot up, load the proper viewer program...open the file...and a fairly good image comes up* ((Got 5 successes modeling it))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sly grin and moves over to sift through one of the dressers. She pulls out a pair of the simplest jeans she can find, holding them up to match size. She walks the pants over to Matty with a smirk "Need some help?"

Matty "Crash" Ross: He takes the jeans, shaking his head. "I'm okay," he says. "Thanks!"

William Halloran: He watches Charles and the computer, lips pursing a little bit. Something sad coming to his face.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh.. isn't he a shy one? She moves back over toward charles to glance at the screen.

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran: (she's trying to determine who the demon is by viewing their form. is it someone she'd recognize or should i roll legacy?)

Charles Knight: ((I believe the image is a high-torment Sotitarael)) "That's the one I saw." *shrugs*

Matty "Crash" Ross: And with that, he looks around for the bathroom or someplace with a door, going back to changing. Soon as the door's closed, his PDA beeps.

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

"You be quiet," he says, and changes into dry jeans.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints spitefully to the screen. After a bit she raises with a smirk. "I see. And she has the coin?"

Charles Knight: "Last I saw. So is someone going to tell me what happened in the cafe proper?"

William Halloran -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Easily recognizable. Sotitereal doesn't ever take low-torment form.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs "I wasn't there. I only saw the woman who your friend zapped.. recognized her.. and helped him drag her to his car."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte meanders back over toward William leaning back in him with a soft smile.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (15 min warning.. i have to go to work in less than 4 hours)

William Halloran: He places a hand carefully on Brigette's shoulder, smiling down at her, though a bit concerned over all this talk of mysterious incidents in cafes, zapped women, and dragging. "Y'okay? What happened?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a loving smlie up to William "I'm fine, love. Just a bit of a scene downtown. Crash drove me home."

Charles Knight: "...by the way, where is she?"

Matty "Crash" Ross: Matty comes out of the bathroom, new jeans on his person. Apparently finished arguing with his PDA. He has his wet jeans in hand. "I'm back, I'm back," he says, hearing Charles. He sees the pictures. "That doesn't look very happy!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Across the veil I'd imagine. Or squatting in some infernal cemetary somewhere." She gives a soft laugh "Her house always did astound me.. the things they do for fun."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles to charles. "That ~isn't~ very happy. That is what you would call a very tormented demon of the last house." She smirks. Wretched little bitch.. I hope he shoots you again.

William Halloran: "Hmm." He nods a little bit, frowning, but taking her word for it. He looks up to Crash, then down to the pictures. And then he blinks. Twice, even. "...the fuck?"

Charles Knight: "Wait, which one are we talking about...Malice, who was the girl you captured, or the one that I saw?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte lays a gentle kiss to william's chest. "It's alright, love. I won't let her hurt you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I was referring to the one you shot. The one in the picture. I don't know much about the girl that was captured. Except that she was a highly corrupted individual. A portal maker.. maybe a member of the fourth house if I had to guess. Or a willworker of some kind."

Matty "Crash" Ross: He looks to Lilah. "I think a willworker! Data seems to point to it...!"

William Halloran: He shrugs to Brigette. "Ain't so much worried about that. But what is that? What's a willworker? An' what's the Fourth House?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs. "I don't know. But she carries the taint of a very ancient evil. Be careful if you're going to deal with her again, love."

Charles Knight: "Ok, so we've got Fallen and Magi involved in this, and there's some sort of evil purpose. Juuuuust great."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head to William. "Later, love. Not now." She gives him a look that says ~grown ups are talking.. hush your mouth~

William Halloran: He nods a little to Brigette and shuts up.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "I suspect that the girl that Crash captured.. is somehow linked to the earthbound plaguing the city. Have you heard of the threat, love?"

Matty "Crash" Ross: Matty shakes his head. "Me - no clue; I haven't had any time to learn much about what's going on in the city!"

Charles Knight: "What's an Earthbound?"

William Halloran: He was wondering that one, too, though he's still following under the 'Not now' request.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny sigh. Yet another game of debreif the willworkers.. she's going to have to start typing up flyers.. "Alright, a crashcourse in the innerworkings of the infernal community. First lesson's free. When an infernal being escapes through the cracks in the pit.. or is otherwise summoned, they can either embody a person, likely someone dead or otherwise emotionally devoid.." She gives a tiny smile down to her form "Like myself.. Or they can take host in a relic. An object. Both have their pros and cons. An earthbound is the latter of the two. This one in particular.. is a nasty breed that's been on the surface for well longer than I'm comfortable with. He was a duke in hell. A demon known for crude atrocities and cruel tactics. NOT something you want to fuck with, love." She leans delicately against william, looking up to make sure he's alright.

Charles Knight: "Gotcha." *taps something into his computer...is anyone still looking at the screen?*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (halfheartedly, though she'd only be drawn to pictures. isn't much of a reader)

William Halloran: He seems okay...frowning a little as he tries to process this. He only REALLY learned about supernaturals yesterday...so all of this is kind of a shock to him. He rubs her shoulder, looking between everyone and yes, watching the screen, too.

Matty "Crash" Ross: Matty takes a glance, grins, and seems to have that vibrating energy about him. Like Michael J. Fox, only Matty doesn't have Parkinson's.

Charles Knight: *gotcha, he's doing text now, and beginning to type fast* "Ok, so basically a bigass demon with an attitude. We've got our own version of those." *shrugs* "So What's the next step?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses william's hand, nuzzling her head back into his chest. "For you? There IS no next step. I'd highly recommend that you walk away and let the infernal court handle our own. We don't need the willworkers getting themselves killed off because they're playing around with something they don't understand." She stretches "Now.. is there anything else, or can I get to bed?"

Matty "Crash" Ross: And Matty nods. "Sure, I'm exhausted. Tasering willworkers with demonic influence really takes a lot out of a geek!"

Charles Knight: *he looks somewhat amused* "If you say so. Think of us as being out of it." *he closes his laptop and gestures for Crash to follow him*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks to the man "Riiiight. Call me if you decide to do something stupid, alright love? If you do decide to get involved you're going to need all the help you can get. I don't need anymore plaguing my conscience. I've enough torment as it is." She rattles off her cell number to matty and charles.

William Halloran: He watches the two...willworkers? What the fuck's a willworker as they head toward the door. Willworker sounds like some kind of hypnotist. Not sure if he likes that.

Matty "Crash" Ross: He nods to her, relaying his public cell phone number. "Sure thing!"

Charles Knight: "I very rarely do stupid things. And if anything happens to me, it's on my head. I'm an independent being, capable of making my own bad decisions. But certainly, I'll give you a heads up before I decide to kamikaze the place this Earthbound lives." *he puts the number into his phone before he heads out*

Matty "Crash" Ross: "See you later!" he says, waving and smiling. "I'll return the jeans, er... next time I see you?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and meanders toward the bed. Once they're out she slips out of her dripping wet sundess, slinging it to the floor. She gives another lengthy stretch and a yawn before slipping between the sheets. "William my love.. would you mind terribly if I explained everything in the morning? It's been a rough night and I'm tired.." She gestures for him to come to bed.

William Halloran: "Bye," he says to Charles and Matty...more of a grunt then an actual word.

Matty "Crash" Ross: And off they go! [G'night, guys! Or morning...!]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (and, yeah. i HAVE to do that bed thing. passing out. *hugs* thanks guys. twas fun.)

William Halloran: "Naah. Mornin's fine." He moves to the front door, locking it, and then heads to get into bed.

William Halloran: ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs all*))

Charles Knight: *and he's gone*

Charles Knight: ((Ahh, continuous RP for how many hours now? *G*))