Morgane Kristanovitch: She is, gasps laughing as she sawings on a swing set in the park, looking to be having the time of her life.

DD Despite the year, she has what could have been viewed in the Victorian era as a perfect hourglass figure. Standing at almost five feet five inches tall. Beautiful doe eyes peer from behind thick black long lashes. She could also be called a porcelain doll with her pale skin and flawless features, full pouty lips , her dark straight black hair falls to her waist, pulled back in a french braid down her back. The only thing marring her skin is a birthmark on the back of her neck. Her breeding in the late teen Russian girl is evident to those who can tell.n girl. Wearing a long skirt and a blouse that goes from neck to her wrists, but emphasizes her figure, despite being covered from head to toe. A pair of boots are on her feet.

Tatiana Brandt: For many, many others, it was just another day in the park. The same familiar territory marked by tourists and clutched purses. Not so for Tanja. She walks with unhurried steps, face serious but not brooding. She looks about the place always, as if for the first time, yet with a certain purpose. Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Tatiana stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed in white – all in white. White knee high boots, white linen shirt, a long white skirt ending just past her knees. The laces of her Docs are white. These clothes, though well made, are fairly simple. The shirt is loosely in a folk style nodding back to a little parish in the shadow of the Black Forest.

Tatiana Brandt: (( Gah! There should have been a space! *eyes the enter key, shaky fist* ))

Annika Brandt: She moves right alongside her sister, looking around the vicinity as she moves at the other's left side. Quiet for now, the mirror image is...a intrigued expression on her face. Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed in complete black. Knee-high boots, linen shirt, a long black skirt. [Pure Breed 5]

Morgane Kristanovitch: Amazingly although she is getting the swing to go back and forth higher and higher, hanging on for deart life, laughing. Her ankles are crossed, and she has managed to make it so that none of her legs are showing as the swing moves back and forth.

Tatiana Brandt: The laughter in this park is only ever so hard to find. Piercing blue eyes look away toward the not -entirely- distant swing set, a brow quirking up at noting a grown woman on them. She fixes Annika with the skeptical look.

Tatiana Brandt: "Tracht?" she suggests without conviction.

Annika Brandt: She glances around as they come up, blue eyes taking in the scene...they fall on Morgane, an eyebrow raising. A child on a swing...the image of someone so close to such a place, playing and laughing, seems odd to her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She lets the swing come to a gentle stop, jumping off of the swing she heads to the main part of the play park, a massive play fort, with slides, and a firemans pole, monkey bars, swinging rings, it is so interconnected and big a kid could have fun on this for ages. She heads up a ladder and jumpinmg around she heads for the slide.

Annika Brandt: "Perhaps." She looks back to Tatiana, shrugging a little bit. "One can hope." She watches Morgane run up the slide with a look.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She sits down and tucks the skirt around her legs, and she scoots forwards until she slides down the slide landing on her feet at the end, with a burst of giggles.

Tatiana Brandt: "Perhaps we should call her down?" she suggests in a moment of pity. She tucks strands of wayward blond hair behind one ear, unpierced. "She is a woman. What time is there for play?"

Annika Brandt: "It would likely be a good idea," she agrees with a nod. "I'm certain if others were to see her, she would likely be in trouble."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She run over to a rope ladder and getting a good hold she starts to climb up it, a look to make sure no one can see up her skirt. she looks like a kid in a candy store, her face is so alight in joy.

Tatiana Brandt: "If only for shame," she agrees. Her tone and nod mirror Annika's. And now, she starts over toward the playful, laughing person. Her expression smoothes and fades back to calm detatchment.

Annika Brandt: She moves along to the playground alongside her mirror, regarding Morgane with a look of disinterested concern.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Making it to the platform she, dusts off her skirt from anything that might have gotten on it and runs down and back up a foot bridge that is there, setting it to moving slightly.

Tatiana Brandt: "Miss," she calls when they stop, near enough to be heard easily. The white-clad twin stops easily, hands clasping before her. This is a feminine gesture, paired with the skirt. But she's practical, see. The boots? Practical. Her face rises, bred as pure as her sister. Pale hair, pale eyes focused on Morgane. Though a touch serious, this is outweighed by the bits of concern and, frankly, a hint of embarassment -for- this girl.

Annika Brandt: She stops up for now, letting her sister do the talking...she's better with speaking with individuals outside the family anyway.

Morgane Kristanovitch: At the end of this platform is monky bars and she reaches up to take a shold of the first rung. Hearing the miss, she looks over lowering her arm and clasping her own hands in front of her. She looks down towards the twins, her face expression mopving from one of joy to almost blankness. "Good day." she says to them both.

Tatiana Brandt: "Hello," she greets politely enough. She smiles lightly and nods her head to the girl. Woman really, judging by the look of her. "We could not help but notice you," she begins. Her voice is light, and yet the point is obvious - we noticed you. You can be noticed with this little game meant for children.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She wonders what they are getting at really, everything is okay not like she was caught by a man, form her family really. "It is most enjoyable, yes?" She watches the both.

Tatiana Brandt: "For children, perhaps," she allows in a somewhat diplomatic attempt. "If you still consider yourself a child, this will be our mistake in asking if you would like to come down, and walk instead."

Annika Brandt: She listens quietly, smiling politely enough. Almost inviting, toward the idea of Taitiana's implied invitiation.

Morgane Kristanovitch: But she saw.....A very small sigh, way too many different things from many varied people lately. "That would be enjoyable." she says. moveing to a spot where she can get down off of the jungle gym with a modicum of decorum. Once down there she nods to them both, "I am Morgen, it is a pleasure to intrduce myself to you both."

Tatiana Brandt: "It is good to meet you, Morgen." Again the older woman nods to her and smiles politely enough. There's some relief now that Morgen has stepped down like an adult, a certain ease. She doesn't offer her hand to shake, but this doesn't necessarily seem a snubbing gesture, exactly. "This is my sister, Annika." Ah, convoluted introductions. How we love thee.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((I cannot even spell my own characters name correctly *Crys* Morgane))

Annika Brandt: An inclination of her head, and that polite smile. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

Tatiana Brandt: (( Well, Morgen is a pretty name.. *comforts* ))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She clasps her hands in front of her and nods her head. "And I to you."

Tatiana Brandt: "And I am Tatiana," she finishes, her fingers lacing together before her. Nice of them to make it obvious which sister is which. Otherwise, it would pretty impossible to tell the difference between the identical Aryan women.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Although, now knowing their names as long as they are turthful when someone calls to one or the other, it should be pretty easy. "The weather here is quite nice no?" ah for pleasantries.

Tatiana Brandt: "Yes, it is very calm." And cold. No, she doesn't say cold. It's not nearly so cold as it could be. Her smile fades a little, just a natural look. Nice, calm. She glances to Annika and turns a little to her right, making the easy nonverbal suggestion to include the dark-haired young woman, and perhaps to walk away from the playground. She can't help but feel and so appear to feel somewhat ill at ease with the trappings of carefree youth.

Annika Brandt: A raised eyebrow at the discussion of the weather. "It is all right, I suppose." Certainly, the below-fifty temperature doesn't seem to bother her. She smiles...an attempt at not leaving it off there in awkwardness, and nods to her sister. She turns inward to face Tatiana slightly, making a sort of passageway between them to leave the park through.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A silent swallow, and she moves so that she will walk with them, having no desire to be the first in a procession. She tries to think of something else to say, it was so much easier when all you had to do is stand and look pretty sometimes.

Tatiana Brandt: "Where are your guardians?" she asks conversationally, leaving the matter neutral as to whether she means family or husband.

Corbin Justice: He strides into the park, serene and confident. ((If anyone needs his DD, let me know. PB 4))

Corbin Justice: Looking about him with a natural ease and calm.

Annika Brandt: She takes up a position on one side to Morgane, walking along with an easy directness to her gait. A hand moves up to curl an errant lock of white-blonde hair behind an ear. "Are you, pray tell, a resident of New York? Or perhaps a visitor?" That could explain the playing...if she was away from her home, and a temporary respite from her duties. Odd, but explainable.

 

Annika Brandt: ((For Corbin: Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed in complete black. Knee-high boots, linen shirt, a long black skirt. [Pure Breed 5]))

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Father is on business." she says, not knowing who else would be keeping an eye on her.

Tatiana Brandt: (( Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Tatiana stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed in white – all in white. White knee high boots, white linen shirt, a long white skirt ending just past her knees. The laces of her Docs are white. These clothes, though well made, are fairly simple. The shirt is loosely in a folk style nodding back to a little parish in the shadow of the Black Forest. { Pure Breed 5 } ))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Also for Corbin, Despite the year, she has what could have been viewed in the Victorian era as a perfect hourglass figure. Standing at almost five feet five inches tall. Beautiful doe eyes peer from behind thick black long lashes. She could also be called a porcelain doll with her pale skin and flawless features, full pouty lips , her dark straight black hair falls to her waist, pulled back in a french braid down her back. The only thing marring her skin is a birthmark on the back of her neck. Her breeding in the late teen Russian girl is evident to those who can tell.n girl. Wearing a long skirt and a blouse that goes from neck to her wrists, but emphasizes her figure, despite being covered from head to toe. A pair of boots are on her feet.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((PB3))

Corbin Justice: He notices the trio of women as he passes by, Annika and Tatiana's erm, lineage, capturing his eye like a lighthouse beacon. He inclines his head respectfully to the three. "Good afternoon, ladies."

Corbin Justice: The nod and respect are also for Morgane. She may be somewhat outshined, but not completely.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Just recent here," she says to Annnika. "Not been to the America's before."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to Corbin, bowing it slighly. "Good afternoon Sir." it is much quietly said than when she was just speaking to the other women.

Tatiana Brandt: Tatiana nods to this with patient concern for the younger woman. She never leaves her twin's side, but there's a certain watchful look over Morgane, yes with unspoken concern. "And now you're on your own?" no good, that. She looks aside at the other here now, offering him also a greeting nod and a polite enough smile. Her bright blue eyes are so clear. "Hello."

Annika Brandt: A look goes over to Corbin, and she nods her head to him, stopping a moment and hands coming to rest in from of her, fingers lacings. "Good afternoon."

Corbin Justice: He smiles politely to the trio. "I see you are engaged in conversation. Pardon my intrusion." He moves on.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "No, not really alone, but I shall be responsible for myself in an interum period."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "If it pleases you to walk with us." she says to Corbin. "Then please walk with us."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Wandering through the park, backpack over her shoulder, head down*

Corbin Justice: "If it acceptable to all three, the invitation would be pleasing. My name is Corbin Justice."

Morgane Kristanovitch: On no last names oh goodie. "I am Morgane Kristanovitch." her rusiian accent is very apparent. "A pleaseure to meet with you Mister Justice."

Corbin Justice: ~Midwestern accent with a touch of something else beneath it.~ "It is a pleasure, Ms. Kristanovich." Despite his black and white Lords of the New Church t-shirt, worn beneath a black wool blazer and paired with tight fitting black jeans, his demeanor is decidedly formal and proper.

Tatiana Brandt: She sends a look to Annika - actually one of stifled amusement, it seems. But this is hushed, stifled. The white-clad twin, also with hands laced before her, nods again to Corbin. "I am Tatiana Brandt. It is good to meet you - walk with us if you like. You interrupt nothing of great importance," she offers.

Amy Becker: The young girl comes rushing into the park, with a fearful look over her shoulder. Once inside, she stops long enough to catch her breath before starting deeper into the park. She looks no older the sixteen or seventeen and is dressed in simple jeans, tennis shoes, with a zipped up leather jacket and back pack.

Corbin Justice: If he notices Jocelyn, he makes no mention of it yet, particularly since her head is down.

Annika Brandt: Her eyes flash over to Jocelyn, looking her over appraisingly, then move back to Corbin. "It is nice to meet you, Corbin. I am Annika Brandt."

Corbin Justice: "A pleasure Ms. Brandt and...Ms. Brandt." A faint smile.

Annika Brandt: She looks over her shoulder, frowning deeply as she sees Amy running like a bat out of hell. A look to her mirror, a silent cue to indicate she's moving off, and she heads to intercept the girl.

Annika Brandt: "Excuse me," she says to Corbin and Morgane as she moves off.

Corbin Justice: He nods to Annika, his gaze going curiously to Amy.

Morgane Kristanovitch: If it wasn't for look and accents the three women act in very much the same way hands laced in front of them. except that Morgane doesn't look Corbin directly in the face, a matter of respect for a man obviously. A nod to Annika. "Of course."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks like somebody's kicked her dog, fairly oblivious to everything, including the girl that's rushed past her*

Amy Becker: Amy has slowed to a walk as she is safely within the Park and away from the entrance. Her big brown eyes though keep traveling around the surroundings at those about. Perhaps looking for someone or trying to figure something out.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She glances around still with head bowed, and notes Amy and Jocelyn, although she remains silent.

Tatiana Brandt: "And me," she offers to the other two, following her sister. A look to Annika, and then out and around, sharply critical of their surroundings.

Morgane Kristanovitch: If she could allow herself to twitch at being left alone with a man, no matter the age, she would have. "Of course she says to Tatiana.

Corbin Justice: He rubs his chin, still curious, but his gaze floats over to Jocelyn as well. He finally looks back to Morgane with a slight smile. "Well."

Annika Brandt: She nods to Taitiana, letting her sister cover the scanning of the area as she approaches Amy, smiling politely to the girl as she does. "Good afternoon. Is everything quite all right?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Pardon, well what Mr. Justice?"

Tatiana Brandt: d10: per + alert: 8,5,4,10,9,6,

Tatiana Brandt: She trails only a little behind Annika in order to watch the area, remaining somewhat distant from the conversation this time.

Corbin Justice: He shrugs. "Should we indulge curiosity with the stranger, or should I rustle up the courage to find out why Jocelyn is moping?" He begins walking in a non-committal way towards Amy. After all, he *is* a part of the Sept and feels some responsibility towards it.

Amy Becker: Amy stups short when the woman looks to her, she can't keep herself from gulping in barely contained fear but she does manage a smile to the woman.

She can't help but look over her shoulder though towards the entrance and any who follow her gaze spots a older man in a dark suit just standing outside of the Park watching Amy.

Amy eeps a little and moves closer to Annika and speaks softly to her. "Um... Hello."

Corbin Justice: He circles but keeps a polite distance.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She begone to move with Corbin a foot or so back and to the side of him, hands still clasped in front of her and head still slightly bowed. "It is your decision, Mr Justice." a glance to Jocelyn she could prpobably tell him why she was upset, but unknowing how to phrase it she remains silent on that issue. "Which ever you deem more interesting to you."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *An odd young man, though vaguely handsome in that self posessed eastern european way. Ingvar cuts a figure nearly impossible to ignore- more through the severity of his presence than any particulars of face or form. Regal and harsh, He is broad shouldered and shadows haunt the hard planes of his face, lending him more gravity than the powerful, but graceful lines hidden under the suit coat would indicate.. every motion is clean, precise. swept back, glossy black hair and pale green eyes that seem to blink only rarely and carry a quiet, chilling intensity. The waiting brutality of a hammer clothed in exquisite style. Armani suit, designer shoes.*

Annika Brandt: She follows Amy's gaze to the man in the suit. Just outside of the Park...a certain coldness enters bright blue eyes, as she regards him. She looks back to Amy. "Hello," she murmurs. "Who is he?" This one doesn't appear to have time for dancing around the issue.

Corbin Justice: Something, or rather someone else captures his attention once more and he nods to himself. Without another word to the subservient young woman beside him, he turns his steps towards Ingvar, inclining his head most respectfully to him. "Mr. Urgahaldt, good afternoon."

Tatiana Brandt: Her pale eyes narrow faintly toward the man in the suit outside of the park. He's not coming inside the park. Why? she wonders.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((no designer shoes. Black boots, and overcoat.)) *The young magyar strolls down the path back from the MET museum, powerful hands sheathed in black kidskin gloves, clasped behind his back.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: Oh no he moved off to the other man and she really wanted to find out about the woman with the twins, problems. She outwardly remains calm, indecision beneath the surface, but she moves alongside Cobin, still subserviant as always.

Amy Becker: Amy shrugs some... "I don't know, he's trying to take me back. He won't come into the Park though so I'm at least safe here" she says softly still with a little shrug of her shoulders.

The man though returns Annika's gaze for a long moment, a wicked little grin spreading on his lips about something before he turns and walks down the street.

Corbin Justice: d10: notice: 9,6,8,4,3,9,6,7,

Corbin Justice: He had turned his head at the moment, and he noticed the wicked grin, his own face going stony. That didn't...seem right.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods back to Corbin, the manner of a colleague as he considers the man intently for a moment.* Good afternoon, Mr. Justice... *A question hangs in the air as the Judge notices the trio of rather earnest women... he slows slightly, matching his pace to that of Corbin as they walk.*

Annika Brandt: "Take you back...where?" Her eyes narrow, a frown marring her pretty Aryan face, and she almost takes a step, like she's moving to follow the man.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She half glances up at the collection of voices, though doesn't look long enough to recognize anyone*

Corbin Justice: "A young woman in distress, it appears," he murmurs to Ingvar, not slowing him down by stopping or anything. "The man who was outside the park was...peculiar."

Morgane Kristanovitch: Oh oh oh, here is her chance to escape and maybe go back to the playground. She slows her steps a bit more and a bit more, putting some distance between herself and the two men in front of her. No clue what else is going on.

Tatiana Brandt: Her hand reaches out, quick without making it seem so. She reaches and take Annika's arm just above the elbow in a familiar grasp. Not too hard - just enough to wrap her fingers around her twin's arm. She murmurs something to her, German and soft without ever being cowed.

Tatiana Brandt -> Annika Brandt: "We are here for a purpose. She's safe for now, and we have our own concerns. We find out the situation, and if it's troubling enough, we bring it before the Sept - they ought to welcome a chance for a little glory."

Amy Becker: "The Blackwood School..." she whispes still, and grabs her hand when she starts to move towards where the man went. A near panic reaching her voice. "No! It's not safe... he isn't huma..." and leans in to whisper to her. "He's armed." she says instead.

Annika Brandt: The touch stops her, and she looks back to Tatiana, answering back in German. Her gaze is narrowed, voice perhaps a bit harder then her sister's, but she nods agreeably with the first words.

Corbin Justice: His pace taking him fairly quickly towards Amy, now very much in alert mode, his eyes gliding towards where the man disappeared.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes sweep to Corbin, then rivet against the trio of women.. his steps turn to approach, yet he still speaks to Corbin.* You recall what he looks like..?

Annika Brandt -> Tatiana Brandt: "Fine. Forgive me for not being hopeful, though...you'd think the Warders would have already apprehended him. Especially if he's not human, and armed."

Morgane Kristanovitch: Walking backwards now, oh such glorious distance between her and everyone else. Such the rebelious one, someone needs to put a guard dog on her at all times. She moves to sneak off, yep that is right, or at least she hopes to sneak off.

Annika Brandt: She looks over to Amy, dropping easily back into English. "The Blackwood School?" A request for expanding on previously given information, by the tone in her voice.

Corbin Justice: "Vaguely. Dark hair, seemed on the tall side, sinister grin. His features I didn't see very clearly or for long."

Corbin Justice: d10: notice Morgane: 2,4,1,8,3,7,3,5,

Amy Becker: Amy watches the two whispering in german and reamins fearful, her attention going to the others who are moving towards them and she steps back. "I... I should go I think."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Never one who was ever....quite... successful at soothing another, the Judge stops a short, respectful distance from the trio of women... though able to overhear. Pale eyes rivet first against Annika.. then Tatiana. The Lord freezes for a moment. Startled perhaps, if subtly so. A very quiet snort as his nostrils flare.. automatically seeking the hint of grapefruit on the wind.. He frowns slightly at this not unpleasant complication.. then looks to Amy.*

Annika Brandt: "Please...stay." She smiles politely to the girl, even comfortingly. "You are safe here, yes?"

Amy Becker: "Its... its where I was a student." she says as her eyes dart around her abit more again.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She moves to detour around the gathering, digging for something in her pocket*

Corbin Justice: He regards Ingvar's reaction to the two women, stopping beside him but saying nothing. If he notices Morgane leaving (if), he says nothing of that, either, for it doesn't really matter to him.

Corbin Justice: Quietly to Ingvar. "I think I'll do a little...checking." He turns, heading out of the park in the direction the man went. ((Because I, sadly, have to return to work and can no longer play. *S*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants an eyebrow, swiveling eyes to Corbin for a moment... this sept may be taking a refreshing step toward the upper crust, it would seem. Though as Amy continues to speak, he listens.*

Amy Becker: The girl watches Ingvar as he stands there, but the words from Annika draws her eyes over to her again. "Yes..."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *A low, rumbled grunt to Corbin as he drifts away.. a nod. Good.. the young man rather looked promising.*

Tatiana Brandt: Her lips twist into a look of disappointment, releasing her sister and smoothing her white linen sleeves. (( Bump this up a few posts - sorry for the delay! *eyes phone* ))

Amy Becker : (*waves to Corbin* take care :) )

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His eyes swivel to Amy again.. he cants severe features in distant respect.* Madam.. do, please, continue.

Morgane Kristanovitch: When no one stops her she breaths a sigh of relief, and continues on her way, head comming up as she looks around. Not wanting to get into another discussion with Jocelyn that will no doubt end badly, and the playground was out because she would just be chastized once more. Indecision, a thoughtful look on her face as she moves more towards the gates leading out.

Annika Brandt: She nods a little bit. Ingvar gets a look in his direction, briefly appraising, then back to Amy...no time for pleasantries. "Come..." She reaches out to put hand on Amy's arm, non-threatening. "Let us find a place to sit down. You're exhausted."

Tatiana Brandt: "You're not in danger with us," she comforts Amy carefully. Tanja steps a little out of the way for her sister to move freely. Much the way Annika looked back to Ingvar, so does she, though the twin lingers on him for a longer moment.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She has other plans, apparently. Morgane is alone, and the idea of hot coffee is abandoned in favor of catching up with her* Hey! *Fuck. Mindy? Molly?* Morgan!? *Way to pay attention, Joce...*

Amy Becker : She certainly is tired looking... and lets herself be guided by Annika... but Ingvar's question causes her to shake her head some, seeming unsure about talking around him.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She comes to a slow stop, looking over to where the voice came from a nod of her head to Jocelyn. "It is Morgane, Miss Jocelyn."

Annika Brandt: She leads Amy along, looking for the most secluded possible bench where there will not be a lot of bystanders. No taking her into the Sept yet...she doesn't know if the girl qualifies for entry. Once to the bench, she has Amy sit.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Morgane. *She looks sheepish, head ducked as she reaches the girl* Sorry. I'm way bad with names.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A smile to Joce. "It take time a practiice is all. It is much nice to see you again."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar follows a short distance behind... after returning the looks of the two haunting women with a respectful nod, and one rumbled *madam...* between them. perhaps merely a gentleman waiting to give assistance.. he clasps his hands behind his back again, seeming to stand a distant, inquisitive guard over the three women.. he makes a note to collect what he misses of the girl's story..*

Tatiana Brandt: Tatiana follows, watchful and protective where Annika is more direct for the moment, though when things seem more or less safe and controlled, she joins at her twin's side in this effort.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Um. Nice to see you too. *Nodding*

Morgane Kristanovitch: Another nod to the woman. "You have been well?"

Amy Becker : Amy sits down on the bench, putting the backpack on her lap and wrapping her arms around it protectively, letting her chin rest on the top of it. "Why are you helping me?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Kidskin is slipped off of one powerful hand as pale eyes sweep over the women, then the gate.. hmm... perhaps better for focus to face the gate.. the ungloved hand slips into one pocket as the Magyar's jaw clenches.. chewing on a difficulty for a moment.. two buttons are pressed, and he brings the phone to his ear.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: I'm sorry about the other day. I wasn't mad at you or anything. *The words rush out, almost tripping over eachother* It's not your fault, you know? You're just doing... *She trails off, head shaken, giving the girl a quick half hug before backing up* I gotta go. *She skitters toward the exit, head ducked again*

Annika Brandt: The question draws a raised eyebrow as she seats herself next to the girl. "Because you are in distress...because that man who followed you should not be living." She shrugs a little bit, giving a smile to Amy, one that's comforting, almost nuturing. This one has experience dealing with frightened children. "Because you need it." A little nod.

Morgane Kristanovitch: And Jocelyn shocks the hell out of Morgane with the hug. "Be well Jocelyn." she says watching her skitter off. Another sigh. She looks around now wondering what to do. She stands near enough to the gates to leave eyes wandering about to see if she can spot the twin women she met earlier, they seemed friendly enough.

Tatiana Brandt: "Because you need to be helped." It's a simple answer. She has an honest face and voice - the kind of woman that has no time to waste on lies and manipulations. Of course she echos Annika's sentiments. She slips aside, kneeling a bare knee down as she takes up the space in front of her sister's legs, taking a lower place to remain near to both her twin and the distressed girl. Such bright blue eyes focusing on her now. "Because we could help you."

Amy Becker : Amy smiles some about something and nods... "I did come here looking for help, but I don't know who or how. What they are doing to us up at the school." and the smile fades. "Its terrible... but no one will beileve it." and she even softer whispers. "Not even the police."

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: per+Alertness: 1,6,2,9,2,4,

Annika Brandt: "Why don't you tell me?" she says calmly. "My name is Annika...this is my sister, Tatiana." She gestures to her twin.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A frown slips under the still pool of Ingvar's face... even their voices.. the rumble of distant thunder issues from him as he speaks into the phone.* Yoi.. Mattiev.. estben elet unczasianyot. Egan... yoi. feksyek.. az vek an Yulkvyet Skaal... tervez isten Amerikoi. Estben New York. Yoi. *He closes the phone with a snap, pocketing it again as he glances back again.*

Tatiana Brandt: She smiles warmly to the upset girl, raising her hand and waving just a little in greeting from her sister's introduction. "No one will hurt you here. We will listen."

Amy Becker : "Amy." she says softly, a glance to Annika, then over to Tatiana. "Ever since I got there... " and she closes her eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. "The teachers are encouraging the boys and young men to grow up into sex offender pigs!" and she hisses the last part out venemously.

Tatiana Brandt: Her hand sewn white skirt is touching the ground. Her bare knee touches cement. Everything she's wearing is white, and that's slowly touching the ground, the pavement and the grass. The city is going to cling to her skirts and stain her sooner or later. The palest natural highlights of their hair is white - gleaming yellow, gold, white under the light of a cold autumn day. Winter is closing in fast, and the twins are paling. But never so light as Tanja's linen shirt, or their pale, sharp eyes.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A thoughtful look on her face, she heads over to the procession of people, head bowed slightly as she notes the male presence there. And no corbin either where did he go? Oh well. She approaches.

Annika Brandt: "I see." She nods a little bit to this, a deep frown coming over her face at the thought. "Why would the police not believe this?"

Amy Becker : "Its our word against theirs, and the teachers are part of it." and she just sighs some. "I even think some of the parents are in on it." a few more tears roll down her cheek.

Tatiana Brandt: Tatiana melts up a look of sympathy, a certain hardness setting into her vague frown at the subject. Sex offender pigs, you say? She reaches onto her left wrist, unwinding a white kerchief there and offering it to the girl.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *pale green pools slip once again through the trees... driven there perhaps, but it seems quite deliberate.. they narrow slightly, flicking only for a moment back toward Amy and the twins. Then back. His movements are precise and deliberate, one manicured hand fishes a flat steel case from his overcoat. A slender brown cigarette loaded into an out of date holder before he lights it. In a few moments, faintly honey scented smoke drifts away from him as a swift mind continues to drift through options.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: And she slides up to the group, quite, meek, it is oh so easy to be overlooked this way. A few blinks of her eyes as she picks up on the last bit of the conversation, but she still doesn't say a thing.

Annika Brandt: "You were right to get away, Amy," she says comfortingly, smiling to the teenager after a brief look to Tatiana. Her voice lowers, so that it carries no further then the bench. "You had said that man...was not human?" Her expression is calm, like she's perfectly willing to believe the girl if she explain further.

Tatiana Brandt: "A monster?" she echos her sister. They speak witht he same voice. The same tone, the same softness that doesn't last on the trecherous winds.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Alert (hearing): 2,5,3,9,5,3,

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((That was to hear what was said) a slight tilt of her head to the side, as she watches them and listens. a slight frown, she missed something, Stupid, you know that you can always find out more staying around people, you are a dolt! her head bows a little bit more.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to the side.. though not back at Amy.. no need to startle.. rather, they light on Tatiana for a moment as the tones of her voice.. nevermind that. He resumes watching the gate.. eyebrow arches... now where was the young man..?*

Amy Becker : "I saw his skin ... roll." she says softly. "there is something inside of him." she says to her quietly. "I never saw anything, but my frend Beckey... she saw a teacher..." and she seems afraid to say it. "He had these tattoo's that moved she said and it made her dizzy."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He glances back at Amy.. just for a moment.. monsters.. rolling skin.. his eyes pass to Tatiana discreetly as the rumbling whisper of a storm only barely touches her ears.. far enough away, perhaps, for the frightened girl not to hear.* She is not like us.. how did she know to come here..

Annika Brandt: She gently puts a hand on Amy's back, rubbing lightly. "It's all right, Amy. You're safe now." There's a deep frown on her face, concern. A look goes to Tatiana, brow raising slightly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A soft sigh as she realizes she miss a lot, in her desire to be out and about. She continues to listen, hands clasped in front of her a glance to the man watching the gates, then back to Amy and the twins.

Tatiana Brandt: "Skripi," she mouths to Annika. Again as softly, hushed. She looks back over her shoulder to be sure they're not being spied on anew.

Amy Becker : She looks to Ingvar, seeming to wonder about the comment but still answers all the same. "I heard some teaches talking about a trip to the city to find some ... pets." and she sniffles some. "They warned the boys to stay away from the Parks, it was bad. So whatever is bad for them is good for me right?"

Annika Brandt: She nods a little to Tatiana, and looks back to Amy. "Find...pets." Her lip curls slightly. Yes, she should have followed the man. "Where is this school?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants an eyebrow, turning to address Amy directly, as she heard him speak.. pale eyes flicker across her face.. intent, and chilling.* Astute, madam.. very astute. But a gamble most would not risk.. *regal features drift into the shadow of a smile.. perhaps intended to be comforting.* Tell me.. you seem a very brave girl.. *He seems curious, if distantly so.* Would you be willing to tell us the rest of your story? At length, I mean, once you know you are safe..

Morgane Kristanovitch: Thinking on things so far said she nods her head just slightly to something that has been said. But remains quiet, non the less.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Roll is to soothe Amy further. -2 diff for enchanting voice))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: man/emp?: 2,3,8,1,10,

Tatiana Brandt: Her shoulders stiffen only a little. She was looking away from the girls anyway - and turns her eyes to Ingvar now, watching him steadily. She offers no fear, no weakness, no frailty to be seen. So far as women go, anyway. "And now we know," she returns the soft-spoken words. Her head cants a little to the side. Again pale blonde hair slips past her ears.

Amy Becker : "I'm not about to tell you all the sordid details of what they've done to me." she says to him. "And yes, I have very good ears. Thats why I ran, I heard what they planned to do to me. I'm an orphan, not like the others there. Scholorship fund my ass." she says sounding pissed about it. "They've been doing this for years.. but I have to find someone. The FBI maybe." she says with a shrug.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her eyes get big and she looks to Amy, supprised confusion on her face. maybe....she looks to the twins, looking to see if Amy was allowed to speak thusly.

Tatiana Brandt: "Not their jurisdiction," she offers gently to the girl. "As I understand it, there are branches that cater to this sort of thing. When the police cannot." She looks back to Amy, then to Annika, finally to Ingvar. The girls don't exactly seem to have call phones or..well, much of anything like that on them. "I'm sure that between us all, Amy, we can find something."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The eyebrow arches further, he purses his lips in though, turning away again.. perhaps he should thank the girl.. it helped him avoid the kneeling creatures eyes, in any case. He looks back to Amy, continuing, the same soothing tone.* No madam.. not about you... about the school. *He nods, inhaling honeyed smoke again.*

Annika Brandt: "We will find something," she agrees with her sister, a tone of comfort and support in her voice.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Tatiana remains in the corner of his vision as he slips the phone from his pocket again, offering it to Annika as he murmurs an aside to Morgaine.* ~rus~ She is not like us. Pay no attention.

Amy Becker : "Oh." she says simply and her shoulders slump. "Welll someone in athority must be able to do something. I mean... they can't be right about the world just being full of deviants that will take advanteage of a woman at the first chance they get. We called the cops out once to the school." and she looks down. "I'll never trust a cop again."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to Ingvar bowing her head. ~rus~ "Yes Sir."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: I believe.. first a hotel.. are.. *He glances between the twins.. annoyed, that it takes effort.* the two of you already settled in the city?

Tatiana Brandt: "You don't have to trust the police," she conforts gently, "but trust us. Trust that we mean you no harm. Trust us when we say they are wrong - there are good men in the world, even if they will never number among them." Tatiana is steady, not unfamiliar to comforting people younger than she or her sister. She watches Amy while she speaks, and for several moments longer. There is no wince, no sound of frustration, no stiffening as the phone is offered to Annika. Who could know that the twins are so new?

Annika Brandt: He takes the phone from Ingvar, eyebrow raised, and nods to Ingvar. First thing to call...a cab. No walking out of Central Park, what with the thing possibly just outside.

Annika Brandt: ((She. She, of course.))

Tatiana Brandt: "Newly, yes," she answers Ingvar. She looks to him when she replies, but never leaves her sister and Amy. "We have a place to stay."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((wait, wait, I screwed up. Twins, you see. Whoever looked at him expectantly, got the phone. That must have been Tatiana then. Sorry!))

Annika Brandt: ((*Cackles* It's WORKING! *G*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Dies laughing* thay have you knickers all in a twist dont they *LOL*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Its awesome- their appearance alone mucks with Ingvar. It seems to have bled over.*L*))

Tatiana Brandt: (( ^_^ Adorable.))

Amy Becker : Amy nod some and smiles a little.

Annika Brandt: So, not having the phone, she watches Tatiana take it, then looks up at Ingvar. A quick look over, then she looks back to Amy. "We will get you to a safe place, Amy."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Is she clearly calling a cab company?))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She shifts on her feet, head still bowed submissivly, wondering if she will be dismissed, or if she can leave, since well, everything seemed to be under control. Although she doesn't moves, and remains listening.

Tatiana Brandt: In that case, Tatiana accepts the phone carefully, turning it one way in her hand, and then the other. She gives the little phone a somewhat puzzled look, obviously unfamiliar. It's only subtly there - and hidden quickly by a wave of blonde hair, as she turns her head to look to her twin. Weaverthings? Certain death?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: I recommend that Amy stay with the two of you for the time being.. you are here with.. family, of course.. *he cants an eyebrow, looking from one to the other.*

Tatiana Brandt: (( She'll probably have to puzzle for a moment, but she'll manage. *g* Call information for a cab place's number and all. ))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He watches Tatiana for a moment.. something passes under his face.. alarm? One powerful hand seeks the phone back, gently.* Madam.. allow me...

Tatiana Brandt: "We are staying in student housing. We have no immediate family in the city." No comment on -extended- family, but... hell, she's explaining while on hold, holding the phone as delicately as if it might just bite her face.

Tatiana Brandt: She easily offers the phone back to Ingvar. Very unfamiliar.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Head still bowed she yawns, closing her eyes but not opening her mouth while she does so.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Fine lips part as the Judge stares at Tatiana... working through the vast complications of taking in ~these~ two as well.* I... see. *it sounds cultured and natural, even for being a clear lie.* Would the two of you be inclined to remain with Amy *a nod to the girl* For a time? I think... at least until her current pursuers are *the pause is minute, but there.* turned in?

Amy Becker : Amy watches them quietly, still holding the bag like it is a shield... listening to them as she tries to decide if they really are trust worthy or just lulling her into a trap.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Missing little, pale eyes flick to Morgane.*~rus~ you are coming as well. You will not stay here while such as these look for... subjects.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Another nod of her head meek, soft voice saying ~Rus~ "Of course Sir"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He dials with one hand as he considers the women, though his eyes light on Amy and Morgaine more often than... them. Their image at the corner of his vision clouds things quite enough.* Gregor.. *a boiling rumble of magyarol follows, slipping up and down like a wave caressing a beach.*

Annika Brandt: A glance to Tatiana, and then to Amy, finally Ingavr...she nods. "Of course." She seems more wanting to be doing the 'turning in,' but she's willing to go along, for the teen's sake.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Change that to "Craven" not "Gregor" Need a second with the ST.*L*))

Tatiana Brandt: "We would," she answers for the both of them, direct and honest. There is no hesitation. She does not call him on his. The raise of her chin, the piercing look in her blue eyes - it's not hard to figure that she'd be just as happy pounding this guy's skull into the pavement, but in a way, there's a sense of obligation to remain with Amy as well, a drive to see her safe. If nothing else, she's a key.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A few blinks of her eyes, glances up just slightly still respectful and subserviant in her mannerisms. She wouldn't dare look a man like the twin so directly in the eye.

Annika Brandt: That could have very well been one sentance they just spoke, split between them. She keeps her spot next to Amy, rubbing the girls back in that almost motherly way, despite the fact that she's no more then seven or eight years older then her.

Amy Becker : Amy smiles some to Annika and looks between them still. Seeming tense, but not crying anymore.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He looks from one to the other at the finished sentance.. superstition almost forgotten rises in the back of his mind.. that was.. odd.*

Tatiana Brandt: "You will be safe," she assures again to Amy, in much the same air as her sister. Again the twins are focused on Amy, with Annika higher, and Tanja knelt still, untroubled by the cold or the hardness of the ground.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Yes totally creepy when twins do something like that, but no expression of such crosses her face. Like a living statue she stands there.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He hangs up, looking back to the twins.* Ladies.. where do you attend school?

Annika Brandt: "Columbia University."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *A rumbled noise as he nods, calling again.. pale eyes slip to the phone, he doesn't qualify the statement further. This time the conversation is much shorter.. no names, simple, swift commands. Be here, do this, all in another language before he hangs up, dials again, and arranges for two cabs.* Very well then.. *He looks between the four women again, then back to the twins.* The Chinese place on Danver, across from the college... do they deliver?

Annika Brandt: A blink...that's one question she can't answer, and she's sure that Tatiana can't, either. "I do not know."

Tatiana Brandt: "I do not know. We have not had Chinese food." Again, simple and honest. Somewhat frustrating to flat out not have the answers, but...

Morgane Kristanovitch: Questions rolling about in her head, but she remains silent.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A vague frown.. they should, it seems.. he pockets the phone again.. smoke leaks from the corners of his mouth as he addresses Amy again.* How far away is the school, miss..

Amy Becker: "Its not close.." she says softly

Ingvar Urgahaldt: You ran all of that way? *Though it seeks to be mild, Ingvar's voice was clearly never trained for comfort.. every tone slightly edgy in its rumble.. commanding.*

Amy Becker: "I took a bus." she said. "Its outside of Albany, to the south." she says softly.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods slightly, a silence that is perhaps not very comfortable.. but he doesn't seem to realize it. His eyes stray to Tatiana and Annika for a moment.. puzzlement flashes through the shadows in his face.*

Tatiana Brandt: Her lips purse faintly. This time, she looks directly to Annika, again hidden in whatever expression her so prized features are worked in to now.

Annika Brandt: She frowns...equally far to here as to their...she looks at Tatiana as she comforts Amy...and then, eyes slowly slide to Ingvar, her gaze primly questioning the expression he directs their way.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A glance back toward the park gate, as two cabs roll to a stop.* Likely we should be along now.. people in this city tend toward the uncouth. *He offers a hand to Tatiana to help her stand.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She moves so that she will be two feet to the right and two feet behind Ingvar, totally showing his male dominance over her. She will follow when the leave.

Tatiana Brandt: She goes to follow Annika's gaze now - and finds Ingvar's hand. Pure bred pride struggles a moment, before she takes his hand gently. She stands of her own power, but doesn't refuse the gesture, placating the ego of both sides in a move her brother would either tolerate or scorn, depending on which direction the wind's blowing at that particular moment. "Thank you."

Catie: *steps quietly out of one of the two cabs, paying the nice cabbie, and walking toward the gates*

Catie: *blinks gently at the grouping of people she seems to be headed toward, steps slowing. dark eyes lowering to the ground upon recognizing Ingvar.* ((PB 3.))

Annika Brandt: She rises to her feet, gently drawing Amy up as well.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods back to her. Brief, polite, quite precise.* Madam.. *Whether the decision to stand on her own garners respect or not remains hidden behind still features.*

Amy Becker: Amy slowly stands up, slinging the back pack once more as she waits to be led. pretty much placing herself into their hands as she lets out a soft sigh.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She continues to stand her hands clasped in front of her as she waits for everyone to be ready to go, taking her cues from Ingvar, as when to leave.

Tatiana Brandt: Her hand is not smooth as silk. It's not the hand of an unworked princess. She's no coal miner, but she's damned well been put to work for a good part of those twenty-some years. Tatiana slips her hand away from his gently, as gently as Annika's leading Amy. The gentleness one uses to avoid losing a hand to pride. She brushes off her skirt briefly, and turns to walk with her sister, on Amy's opposite side.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He walks with the small group, apparently set upon exiting the gates, at least, before they do. The stride seems to cover more ground than it should, the young Judge moves with the smooth grace of a machine.* Ms. Bellewhit.. a moment?

Annika Brandt: She moves along with Amy, one hand on the girl's back, the other holding Amy's hand if she'll allow. She keeps her eyes on Ingvar for a moment, watching him with a raised brow, before she looks away. Amy is led on, toward the waiting transports.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She movews to the exit of the park at first following Ingvar, but now watching his back as he hurries ahead of them. So she is now following the twins and Amy.

Catie: *glances up to Ingvar a moment, then nods, stepping toward him* good evening, sir. *a slow blink* how are you tonight? *a swift glance over the ladies with him*

Amy Becker: Amy will allow the hand to be held, but she still doesn't say anything as she moves with the group. Getting a bit tense as they near the edge of the Park.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Once he reaches the gates, however, rather than address Catie, the harsh young man takes a moment to watch the surroundings.. crowds pass oblivious.. but he isn't interested in the oblivious.. just a man fitting the description Corbin gave him, or those just a little too casual.*

Tatiana Brandt: Tatiana moves closer, protective of the teenager and, rather than keeping a hold on her, is again scanning the area, keeping a watch out for troublesome males.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 4,4,3,10,4,4,

Annika Brandt: "It's all right," she murmurs to Amy, soothingly. "We're here with you...nothing will get through us."

Tatiana Brandt: d10: per + alert: 5,6,9,2,6,7,

Catie: *gives the ladies a small, polite smile. dark eyes flick around, wondering what they're looking for.*

Annika Brandt -> Catie: Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in practical clothes fitted to her form. [Pure Breed 5]

Morgane Kristanovitch: a polite nod to Catie, but other than that she isn't looking around much but following after the twins. Where they were going she had no clue, but she was told she wasn't going to be staying here alone oh well.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A glance at Tatiana.. perhaps this one carries a note of interest as he leaves her to watch as he addresses Catie.* Madam.. we seem to be in a bit of a rush.. *He draws her a bit away, out of earshot of Amy, he hopes... remembering from last time.* The young woman.. she is apparently the target of a man, who is servant to our Enemy, yes?

Annika Brandt: She glances over at Catie, head cocking a little to the side as she looks her over appraisingly.

Catie: *blinks, and frowns, glancing to AMy, then to Ingvar* shelter? *quietly* i've not gotten a subleaser for my old place yet. and, all three of my cats are with me at Miss Brianna's........*nibbles her lip for a bare moment*

Tatiana Brandt: Her piercing blue gaze falls on to Catie, and away again, scanning the area and, all in all, simply watching and waiting, patient to be sure there's no threat. Now, should she discover that grinning man again, there -might- just be problems...

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm.. *He glances back to the small group, then again to Catie.* If you would be so kind, madam... but also.. as myself and others will be occupied with her assailants.. all of these ladies are not yet aquainted with our home, here.. as you are able, stop by, aquaint them with New York and the right people, yes? The sept's trouble before was one of being only loosely associated with each other..

Catie -> Annika Brandt: *small, long dark curls. a delicate face, with large dork eyes. probably about fifteen, with a ture English roses and cream complexion. she dresses well, in a pink sweater set and jeans with embroidered roses down the side. oddly demure for the youth of today. there is a certain air of hidden wildness about her, kept carefully under control, as if in a former life she was a doe or small wild bird*

Amy Becker: Amy stays close to Annika and Tatiana now that they are close to the street and continues to watch for the dark guy but he doesn't seem to be any where in sight.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes touch faces and discard them as he continues to watch, while talking to Catie.*

Catie: *nods slowly, pursing her lips* i'm not particularly combatative, should this person find her there. *a slow blink* but, i do have a cell phone should it become needful. there's more than enough room for all of us, too. i should be honored to have them stay in my home. *a small, sweet smile, that begins with him before turning to the ladies.* may i ask, if there is time, for introductions?

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks at the waiting cabs a slight frown, they were not all going to fit in one of the convayances. As they approach she moves to head towards the second cab, leaving the twins to go with Amy.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: There is not at the moment, madam, no.. however once we arrive, there certainly will be.*Ingvar directs Catie and Morgane to the front cab, opening the door for them.*

Annika Brandt: She moves to the other cab with Amy and Tatitana...a smile, polite, is directed to Catie.

Catie: *nods* all right. thank you, sir. *and slips into the bad, leaning over to give the cabbie her address* sir, if the cabs get separated, please tell the other driver, the Palace apartments?

Tatiana Brandt: Tatina's patience is pressed by degrees, for keeping Amy an open target out here by the gate. She remains vigilent and protrective of both women at her side, though with more respect for her sister, but the crowds are something of a growing agitation. The sea of bodies sways and moves, and she's here to see them pass - and make sure it's damned well harmlessly so.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A questioning glance back at the twins, an eyebrow canted.. did they see him?*

Catie: ((back, that is. and she does smile back to Annika before getting in there))

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her head bows a bit further down as she speaks to Ingvar.~Rus~ thank you very much Sir." then she moves into the Cab taking a seat, making sure her long skirt was out of the way from someone sitting on it and smooths her hands down it, before clasping her hands in her lap.

Tatiana Brandt: More than willing to find space in the leftover cab witht he other two, now.

Tatiana Brandt: There's a subtle shake of her head to Ingvar - no.

Catie: ((meh. i have to go gulp down food. i should be back in around 15 or so. apologies.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Hugs* then we shall see you back at Catie's place *G*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He waits to ensure the trio are situated in the other cab before getting in himself after a last look around.*

Amy Becker: And amy gets into the offered Cab, still looking around some carefully.

Tatiana Brandt: (( And I should head off for a while. *snugs all around* Thanks bunches for the RP! Have fun! ))

Annika Brandt: Once inside the cab, she pats Amy's hand reassuringly, settling down with a look of slight irritation...these taxis were so cramped, and the sensation of being trapped in a back seat-sized box doesn't sit well with her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Did we wish to move to Residence and continue?))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Allright- see you two around!*G* For now, manhattan downtown res?))

Annika Brandt: ((On the way!))

CATIE'S APARTMENT

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((I am assuming that we arrive all well, and that Catie escorts us all up to her place)) Once inside she follows everyone inside. Keeping her head bowed slightly, She moves into the living area and takes a seat.

Catie: ((swift sort of DD.)) *it's a lorge place, with hardwood floors, four bedrooms, and two full baths. it's lovely. there's a faint air about the place as if it's not quite a home any more, but it's still nice. observant eyes might note a cat hair here or there in places, although it IS clean. and, still furnished*

Annika Brandt: She moves along at an easy but fast enough pace, for Amy's sake. The sooner they get situated, the better. A smile to the girl, reassuring. They will be fine.

Catie: *and after she greets the doorman, Mr. Frank, he lets them in and up they go*

Catie: i'm afraid there's not much left to eat here. i think there's still a few canned goods in the cupboard. *a warm smile* please, make yourselves at home.

Amy Becker: (Yup, no problems getting there)

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod to Catie. Russian accent. "Many thanks Miss" she crosses her feet at the ankles in the chair she is sitting in her back straight, hands laced together in her lap, and head still slightly bowed. "A very lovely home."

Amy Becker: Amy goes along with the, looking around and then over to Catie. "Um... nice place." she says softly.

Catie: *gives Morgane a warm smile* thank you. i'm Catie, by the way. Catie Bellewhit, but please, do call me Catie? may i offer anyone *faint blush* some water?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar's voice boils from the doorway as he approaches.* I am having food delivered, Ms. Bellewhit, but thank you.. *He removes the overcoat, and moves to the entry closet to hang it up before striding across the room, directly to the window.. he presses a curtain aside gently, looking up and down the street.*

Catie: *another warm smile to Amy* thank you, very much. mmmm...*looks about* it does feel a bit empty, without the cats. * a soft chuckle*

Annika Brandt: She nods graciously to Catie. "Thank you, Miss. Perhaps now the time for introductions has come?" A little smile goes Catie's way. "I am Annika Brandt...my sister, Tatiana."

Catie: *nods ti Ing* of course, sir. *simply stays away from the windows, letting the man make sure all is well out there*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "It is a pleasure to be introduced to you M.. Catie. I am Morgane Kristanovitch." a soft smile to Catie, but she glances to Ingvar and it is soon to dissapear. "And I am well without refreshment."

Catie: it's nice to meet both of you. *nods, smiling, to the twins* what rooms would everyone prefer? the lavender one is where i slept. the one in dark colors was Chimal's. the one with the black and grey bedspread was the one my cats stayed in when we had company. and the one with the cream cover was our usual guest bed.

Annika Brandt: "It is good to meet you, Catie." She nods to the girl with a pleasant enough smile, before leading Amy to a seat. "I am quite fine, thank you, though."

Catie: that's a lovely name, Miss Morgane. *settles herself into her favorite overstuffed armchair*

Amy Becker : Amy just takes a seat on any avialable chair or couch as she watches them some.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The hard magyar smoothes an eyebrow with one finger.. pale eyes flicking amongst the strange crowd of beauty and breeding.* I am Ingvar Urgahaldt, ladies.. a pleasure to make your aquaintances. Unfortunate that it must be under such conditions.

Annika Brandt: "Mister Urgahaldt." She looks him over a moment, a pale eyebrow raised with her expression even, and nods his way.

Catie: may i ask, what exactly happened? *tilts her head gently to one side* mmm, Mr. Frank, by the way, won't willingly allow anyone up here. he'll buzz when the food is delivered.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *After this, some time on the phone.. his eyes flicker to Amy from time to time as he speaks. First a rather large order for some chinese food- then murmuring, it takes place in the kitchen.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Annika Brandt: ((PB 2. Lowly, lowly 2.*L*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her head tilts up to look at Catie a moment of confusion on her face then she looks to Ingvar's chest, then back to her lap. They were stayiung there? "Thank you for your offer Miss Catie, Father made arrangements for me." another glance to Ingvar, before looking to her lap once more. "It is a pleasure Mr. Urgahaldt."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A smile soft to Catie. "Thank you Miss Catie."

Catie: *nods cheerfully to Morgane* you're family. *one assumes, yes. after all, Ing certainly is. and not likely to 'request' familial rights for anyone who isn't....*

Annika Brandt: "In just a moment, perhaps, Miss Catie." She moves away from Amy, giving her a warm smile before she slips toward the kitchen, waiting there for Ingvar to finish his phone conversation.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to Catie.

Catie: *nods to Ann politely* hmm. would anyone care to watch television? *hopefully, it's still plugged in. it should be, yes? mmm....*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Indeed- Ms. Kristanovitch is already well settled in the city- it was merely important for her to not be alone there, just then... *a meaningful glance, and arched eyebrow to the woman.* ...and away from he who wards her. *He hangs up the phone, the murmured conversation in magyarol over with, and turns to Annika.* Madam?

Amy Becker : Amy shakes her head some.. "No thank you" she says sotly.

Catie: all right. *ponders, trying to think of something to do to ease the tension*

Morgane Kristanovitch: Several blinks not quite catching onto what Ingvar is saying but his words were not directed to her so she remains silent.

Annika Brandt: "Mr. Urgahaldt," she begins, in quiet tones, keeping the voice down and hopefully away from the others. "If I may ask as to what kinds of security precautions are going to be taken?"

Catie: *begins to hum softly as she thinks*

Amy Becker : Amy looks over to Catie. "So do you live here?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She glances to Catie, yes she looks younger than her and then to Amy. Her tension is more directed towardsa something else and she is oh so trying to calm herself.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants an eyebrow, watching the woman's face as he responds.. so like Abbey.. his voice equally quiet.* For right now, a man watches the apartment. Kin, and a professional. If he spots a man who matches the description I gave, he will call, then follow. Once the female eats and is calm, I will call others here who would take a decided interest in what I have heard of her story. They will also warn the Guardians, so as to keep the man from casing the Park.

Catie: mm? *stops humming and tilts her head at Amy* i did. i've mostly moved in with my friend Brianna. although i'm not sure what i'm going to do about my cats. they aren't very comfortable there. where are you from?

Amy Becker: "I grew up in chicago." she says softly.

Catie: what's it like? *a soft, encouraging smile* i've never been there.

Annika Brandt: She listens, taking it all in with poise. "Of course. And in the meantime, of course, if an assault comes from...elsewhere, we will be ready." She nods to him. "Thank you."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She listens to the conversation. "Where is this Shecogo?"

Catie: it's another American city. *nods slowly* a bit closer to the state of California than we are here.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: I will be staying as well, until there are those available to join in and decide what will be done about this school. They will also be able to reach Gavin, our Elder. *He considers a moment, then looks back into her eyes.. not unaffected by her, clearly.. but the Magyar remains a creature of poise and iron discipline.* Do you have further input, or suggestion?

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head to the first part. "This is the only place I have seen." a bow of her head, oh yesh showing how dumb you are is really bright.

Amy Becker: Amy giggles some as she listens to them.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Amy, confused, and then to Catie trying to get some sort of clarification here.

Catie: hmmm...*ponders* i know! a moment, please. *rises and heads into Chi's room. many small sounds of rummaging ensue.*

Amy Becker: "Its over by the great lakes you know?" she says softly.

Annika Brandt: "No, Mr. Urgahaldt." She shakes her head, meeting his gaze. "Merely that I make myself, and I am sure my sister does as well, available for any aspect of this as necessary." She pauses, and starts again. "Perhaps, if I may contradict myself, I may make one point, one which you have surely already considered...an attack may be perpetrated by arriving her via means your man watching may not be able to detect, as well as making it inside, despite locked doors?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod to Catie, another glance to Amy. "Pardon, Miss Amy, for my ignorance of such areas. How long did you live there?"

Catie: *walks back into the room with a large book* here. an atlas. it's a bit outdated, but that's all right. *moves to Morgane, looking through the pages carefully* mmm...all right. here's the united states....*points*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He pulls out his phone again, nodding as he dials, then passes it toward her.* Call this man. His name is Joshua Coil, tell him yours, it will be clear by the fact that you use my phone that you call in my name. Tell it anyway. Inform him of what you can, and request the assistance of he and his pack on my behalf. *still spoken quietly, from the kitchen.* Tell him that I will be in the Umbra, on watch, and to hurry.

Amy Becker: "Most of my life in some foster homes." she says softly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She peers at the book, a very good thing she can read English. Seh nods to the map of America, that she has seen before. "Where lays these great lakes?"

Annika Brandt: "Joshua Coil." She nods slightly and takes the phone, carefully, holding it to her ear. "Thank you."

Catie: *points to them* then to New York* here's where we are. and chicago, is over.......here. *finger moving across the garishly-colored pages slowly*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A glance to Amy. "Orphanages?" she inquires. "When you moved here, recently?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: Another glance to the bbook as Catie's finger point things out to her. a soft smile and a nod to her. "Thank you for showing me Miss Catie."

Catie: *smiles warmly* i don't mind at all.

Annika Brandt: She steps further into the kitchen, speaking in a quiet tone into the phone.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: gnosis: 3,1,7,8,

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Miss Catie, I believe it was a." she tries to think of an appropriate word. "Cloud to mask why they wished her to go to this school."

Annika Brandt: She pulls the phone away from her ear and walks into the living room. "Miss Catie...a Mr. Joshua Coil and his...friends may be arriving soon, per Mr. Urgahaldt's request for aid...perhaps if your doorman can be notified?"

Amy Becker: "The Blackwood school is teaching the young men of the school how to be twisted sex freaks." she says softly. "Long story... there are a few girls each year... I guess boys too that get scholorships who just never are heard from again."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks over to Annika, more people, men people it sounds like. She takes a deep breath, smoothing her hands over her skirt trying to get out invisable wrinkles.

Catie: *nods to Morgane* what sort of school is this Blackwood, though? *nods to Annika* when they arrive, Mr. Frank will let me know. but i'll go ahead and warn him. mmm, aobut the food, too. *heads to the comm beside teh door and speaks quietly into it a few moments* Miss Annika, do you know how many people shall be arriving for the ..party? *arches a curious brow, delciately*

Amy Becker: "Party?" Amy asks getting nervous again.

Annika Brandt: "I regret I do not. Mr. Urgahaldt was not forthcoming, and I did not think to ask."

Catie: **frowns, hearing this, and shudders slightly*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "People who will be to keep you safe, not let thse men to come get you." she says softly to Amy, trying to sooth her.

Annika Brandt: She looks to Amy and offers her a smile. "Simply additional security, Amy. Do not worry."

Catie: *nods to Anniika, and smiles reassuringily to Amy. speaks to Frank a few more moments, thencomes back to the seating area* not a real party. but, if i'd told Mr. Frank that you're on the run from nasty, horrible people, he'd have called the police at best. social services at worst.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Char+Empathy: 2,5,9,6,9,3,

Joshua Coil: *Buzz...*

Amy Becker: She shakes her head alot. "No, not hte police. They are in on this." she says softly. "And if you think I'm going back into foster care you got another thing coming."

Catie: *chuckles softly to Amy, raising a brow* Miss, do you think ~i~ would care to have the police involved in my life? *tilts her head, letting the slightly older girl get a good look at her, if she cares to*

Amy Becker: Amy shrugs some, glancing to the buzz for a moment.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I shall think that is why Miss Catie toold the man by the door this such thing as a party, so not to arise suspicion." she says to Amy, looking to the door and the buzzing noise, here already. anothert deep breath.

Catie: *chats with Frank again, asking him to let Josh up*

Annika Brandt: ((And I should go get ready for my TT. Annika sticks around, being all watchful-like with Tatiana...Troy will show up and do guard duty with Joshua and the pack.))

Catie: *nods to Morgane* that's it exactly. waits by the door for when the elevator spits out Josh*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Bah! Sorry))

Joshua Coil: *He glares at the elevator as it does indeed jar, but his balance is quite impeccable. His head swivels back, to the door. He moves quickly, stuffing his cell phone into his pocket.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A smile to Catie, "Thank you Miss Catie."

Joshua Coil: ((http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html))

Eddie: *and the door buzzes again*

Annika Brandt: ((*Hugs to all and slinks off*))

Catie: you're quite welcome! *opens the door for Josh when he knocks,a nd asks Frank to let Eddie up as well*

Joshua Coil: I called my packmates, *he offers.* Troy is here, Eddie should be along, and Laidan I think I contacted. I am not completely aware of pack speech.

Catie: hello, Mr. Coil. would you like some water?

Joshua Coil: Coffee, if you've got it, ma'am, *he says, and his head swivels. Back to the group.* Sorry to interrupt.

Catie: *ducks her head* i'm sorry, sir--i don't. i'm rather in the process of moving, so most of the food is already at Miss Brianna's.

Amy Becker : Amy is sitting there and studies Joshua and gives a questioning look aobut the 'packmates' comment but doesn't say anything.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She hears the voice, stiffens even more so much so that her back could break with a movement, eyes going wide. Both at the announcement Josh makes and the fact that he was also family.

Eddie: *taps on the door* ((need a DD, pm me, please.))

Amy Becker : And amy slips way, to the closest bedroom and closes the door behind her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((The twins were going to be keeping an eye on Amy, helping her get comfortable etc, and Troy was going to be on guard? That is what he told me.))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((groovy then, we can keep going.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She remains quiet head down looking in her lap. Running through some things in her head, and listening intently to the conversation.

Amy Becker: ((Yes, secene continues to roll along. Troy on guard duty, Twins... somewhere else. Amy in the room by herself perferably. :) ))

Catie: *settles down to listen quietly*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Once Amy is tucked away the young Judge settles into a chair and looks to Josh and Eddie.* Amy has, for some time, been a student at the Blackwood School. I presume a private institution by her age, she says it is near Albany. She described two teachers- that sound strongly as though they are fomor.. and claims that the focus of the school is, essentially, to corrupt the students.. I believe to infect them enough to create ~more~ fomor.. I have heard of the method..

Joshua Coil: It makes sense. *He says quietly.* when do we go?

Eddie: *frowns, shuddering slightly* shi--um...shoot. *runs a hand through her short hair*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A glance to Ingvar, wondering if he was going to mention that they were alo going to be comming here for pets. But she doesn't ask it was not her place to after all.

Eddie: *chews more licorice, frowning darkly*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He holds up a hand and continues.* After the briefing, we will see. Now. Obviously these.. things, know of the sept. When amy ran into the park, her pursuer refused to follow. We were not obviously followed here, and it remains secure, for now. I have a man working on retrieving the floor plan if he is able, but I suggest we move as swiftly as possible- though I will call my own packmates first- so as to prevent our enemy from bracing for our assault. They must know that Amy would tell us her story... and are no longer a secret.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((I thought Ingvar didn't hear the part about the pets?))

Morgane Kristanovitch: (*Giggles* she doesn't KNOW that *LOL*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((OOOh I see- good point.))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Incidently, Amy is not Kin- she is human, only. *He narrows his eyes slightly.. not continuing on the logical course his mind follows.. people seem... off put by his conclusions under such circumstances.*

Eddie: *nods slowly, still eating methodically. almsot as if unaware she is eating anything*

Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen slightly, and he colors. He clears his throat, and lowers his head.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She shifts in her seat. trying to take deep slow breaths.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to Josh, and an eyebrow cants* Mr. Coil?

Joshua Coil: I assumed... she was. I said pack around her. I apologize.

Troy Lawrence: ((ALWAYS remember when your ST says "No Game Next Week." *HEADDESK*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She says something quietly almost a whisper in russion to Ingvar, she is so going to get hurt

Eddie: urm. one slight mistake shouldn't be too bad. we'll simply have to be very careful not to slip again. *scratches her head* maybe we can make something up.....a reason for saying pack? make it seem like a sort of club? *thinks* like.....um. say all of us are involved with the preservatin of endangered species. and so, we jokingly refer to ourselves as a pack. of like minds. i can print out some sheets on the wolf preservation society, even.

Eddie: (*laughs and hugs a Troy warmly*)

Eddie: (been there, done that. although, usually in reverse.....*winces slightly*)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to Morgane, but the Judge seems only to listen... his lips purse.* Unfortunate.. but she knows very much anyway, Mr. Coil.

Joshua Coil: I should know better than to slip. *His voice rumbles, and he keeps his head lowered.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Wits+Empathy: 5,9,5,5,7,4,

Troy Lawrence: He comes out from wherever he's been guarding, listening quietly.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Yes. *Simple enough, he should. Ingvar's eyes flick to Troy, and he nods, faintly as he stands.* Mr Lawrence.. all is well?

Eddie: we all should, sweetie. we're not perfect, none of us. *a warm smile* espresso bean? *yeah, she has those, too. and since the licorice is history, she offers that around*

Troy Lawrence: "Thus far, yes," he says with a slight nod to Troy.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((waitup- insert this above my last post.)) *Ingvar listens to Morgane- and nods slightly.* In addition- Amy mentioned that the personnel of the school were in the city looking for... "pets". Given that the exact vehicle by which this school corrupts its students is sexual perversion, I feel no need to expound on that for you..

Amy Becker: **While the conversation is going on, the book with the map on it goes flying across the room, almost hitting ingvar and slaps into the wall before falling to the ground.**

Eddie: *Eddie twitches slightly at that news. scowling. dual eyes flashing*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She jumps natural reaction right, her eyes wide.

Eddie: *yelps and blinks at the book* urm??

Joshua Coil: *He raises again, then, but keeps his head lowered, just listening.*

Troy Lawrence: d10: WP: 8,2,6,7,10,

Troy Lawrence: A blink, as the book goes flying. He's in an instant ready stance, expecting attack.

Joshua Coil: *He breathes deeply, and copies stance. A tic is starting in his jaw. Too close too close too CLOSE to the full moon.*

Eddie: ((mmrr, to let ya'll know early--i'll need to go in about 45 minutes.))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *On his feet, and swiftly. Ingvar blinks- then darts for the door of amy's room.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: If her head could get any lower it would meld into her chest. The strawberry shapped birthmark, on the back of her neck, very present as her braid slips over her shoulder. Hands gripped together knuckles white.

Eddie: *mouth full of chocolate-covered espresso beans, she rises carefully and sidles to the book. eyes wary*

Troy Lawrence: "Everyone ready." He looks around, and strides to the windows, looking out of them.

Amy Becker: The door to amy's room is still closed.

Eddie: *nods and prudently slides off her jacket. working on her boots after that. ears almost twitching, even now*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar checks inside Amy's room, quickly and quietly before closing the door. Not for the lump on the bed. The Judge waits to see it move.*

Amy Becker: Amy is on the bed, obviously breathing steadily with her back to the door.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I.....Sorry, Rhya's." she appologizes it is wispered, and said to her lap, focusing on her hands and not the people around her.

Troy Lawrence: A glace goes to Morgane at her apology. "Sorry?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Wits+Empathy: 6,3,4,3,6,2,

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Cue the ST again))She visably jumps, her breathing comming quicker, she didn't mean to, she didn't she just it happened.

Amy Becker: **The bag of coffee beans starts to hop around... almost nervously on its own**

Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen, and he snorts.* Sir? *He looks over to Troy. He clearly doesn't know what to do, and it's frustrating.*

Troy Lawrence: "Miss...Kristanovitch?" He raises an eyebrow to the bag of coffee beans, then looks to Ingvar, then back to Morgane. "An explanation, perhaps?"

Eddie: (hrm. wits, int, or what to make the connection here? *wry grin*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: - diff manip+emp: 6,2,2,6,9,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Still watching Morgane, Ingvar's severe face turns slightly toward Joshua.* I believe everything is fine, Mr. Coil... *He continues to watch Morgane, taking a step toward her.* Ms. Kristanovitch.... please, calm down. All is well. No one is going to be angry with you. *Good thing she isn't looking.. the Judge's eyes nearly glow for a moment.. but his face is calming, and smooth.*

Amy Becker: ((intel+enigma :) ))

Morgane Kristanovitch: "It happens, sometimes. I am sorry, and await my punishment." she knows she is not supposed to do it in front of people, it just happens sometimes.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Not face- voice is calming and smooth. thats 3 suc))

Troy Lawrence: An eyebrow raises in Ingvar's direction, a hint of a frown coming over his features, before he looks back to Morgane.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: No one is going to punish you, Ms. Kristanovitch.. However.. next time.. perhaps a bit more levity, before we leap around...

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head oh so slight. "Yes Rhya." she says. slowely relaxing her hands,the circulation returning to them slowely.

Eddie: *she be fairly clueless. a soft, puzzled rumble, and moves toward Morgane. worried*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Madame... I think.. *He cants an eyebrow.* You may need rest yourself, yes? *Pale eyes wash through the air around her.* A touch excited, perhaps...

Joshua Coil: *His jaw tightens slightly. Works, perhaps, but the frustration ebbs, fades.*

Troy Lawrence: A grunt, and he moves to take a standing position near Eddie and Joshua, slightly unsettled by the whole thing.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Another nod of her head she knows when she has been dismissed. "Yes Rhya." she keeps her head bowed but not as much as befiore this wasy she can see where she is going at least. She nods in the direction of each of the others "Rhya's" and then heads out of the room towards one of the other bedrooms.

Eddie: *scratches her head, baffled*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He stops her with two fingers on one shoulder. They do not press- but the Lord knows they do not have to.* ~rus~ Ms. Kristanovitch. Who is your warder...exactly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Soon enough a door can be heard closing, as she goes to "rest".

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((DLP))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She comes to a quick halt standing perfectly still. ~Rus~ "I...I do not know, Father leaves on Business, and I was to stay in the city. He spoke with both the Sept and head of the Lords."

Eddie: *moves to Morgane, reaching to touch her shoulder* you all alone while he's gone, sweetie?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar nods slightly, still looking down at the woman as his fingers drift from her shoulder.*In this case, Ms. Kristanovitch, I am, until someone greater in station among our people removes the responsibility from me. Yes?

Joshua Coil: *He scowls slightly, jaw working again. He paces, only slightly, near Troy.*

Troy Lawrence: He watches the exchange between Ingvar and Morgane, his face impassive.

Troy Lawrence: A hand comes out and comes to rest on Joshua's shoulder. A calming hand. Not soothing, but yes...quite calming.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head. "Yes Rhya." she says, well it could have been to either Eddie or Ingvar.

Eddie: ((*laughs* teach me to read...DLP, please.))

Corbin: ((May I ask what residence this is, and if it's a closed scene?))

Eddie: *moves toward Morgane, head tilting, reaching to touch her shoulder gently* you ok?

Joshua Coil: *He shudders slightly. His head lowers.*

Troy Lawrence: ((Catie's, and I think so, 'less Ingvar called 'im in.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head. "Yes Rhya, I shall be well." she then slips back into her native tounge to inform Ingvar. ~R~ "Rhya you should be aware then, I am left here to be aquired as a mate"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The hard young man nods to this, as though dismissing Morgane to continue with what she was doing before looking to Troy.* Excuse, please.. I needed to make sure of something in regard to Ms. Kristanovitch. Now... Something else Amy mentioned, was that the school had been operating for a couple of years. She was an orphan, and had recieved a scholarship.

Eddie: if yer sure, hun. *rumbles comfortingly to the girl and heads over to Josh, bumping his shoulder very, very gently with her own. another soft, soothing sort of rumble*

Joshua Coil: *He bumps back, gently, a slight rub, closeness, before he looks back up to Ingvar.* You think they seek out orphans, people with no family, sir?

Morgane Kristanovitch: She was dismissed at last and she walks calmly out of viewing range and then quickly hjeads to an empty room shutting the door behind her.

Troy Lawrence: A nod to Joshua, and he looks to Ingvar. "I see...interesting. And this...school is located where, exactly?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A last aside to Morgane.* Dobrevehn.. now rest.

Eddie: *stays near Josh, listening for a moment* well...once we get it dealt with, if there's any family, i still got room. *getting crowded...but hey. there's always the floor, right? but yeah. where, then floorplans and and serc we can find out about and stuff....and then the bashing and smashing and stuff.

Eddie: right?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Fifteen miles south of Albany, according to her. She says she needed to take a bus to come here. *The young Judge extracts a slender brown cigarette from one pocket and loads it into an antiquated smokepiece before lighting it. His thoughts race along a different course for a moment.. the girl... her father lacks vision..*

Troy Lawrence: "Also, Eddie, we must figure out where their funding comes from, who the men behind the shadows are. The school is likely only the tip of the iceberg."

Joshua Coil: We can't just rush in, *sayeth the Ahroun.* There is a scout there?

Troy Lawrence: He considers the distance, frowning. "I can try to begin discreet invesitgations as to financing and the like...this is, of course, well outside my day job's jurisdiction, but some leeway is often given."

Eddie: *nods* yeah, i know. *scowls a bit*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: As I had mentioned, I have a man working on the floorplan- security should actually be easier, in my estimation... *His eyes flick first to Troy- an unspoken request, polite enough, before continuing.* WHich I suspect will be your territory, Eddie..

Troy Lawrence: A nod to Ingvar, frowning a little once again. "Of course. It is already on my agenda."

Eddie: *gives Ing a slight smirk and a wink* mmm, could be......hey--question. wouldn't SOME of the funding be public record stuff? *tilts her head* even if it's private? and maybe, other things as well?

Troy Lawrence: "That is exactly what I meant, Eddie, by discreet investigations."

Joshua Coil: I could ask Miss Yu if she's heard anything, *he lets out with his grumbling voice.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The stoic young Judge listens to them speak, making plans himself, though he offers little.*

Eddie: *chuckles softly and nods* if i can help with that, lemme know. *blins* huh. thought of something. if i dress a bit better than my norm, try to talk better adn all...i could, perhaps, try to act like a mom researching schools for her kids. got to start looking for the really good schools long before the kids are old enough to go to 'em, right? make sure you're on the waiting list for the very best and all of that.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Eddie.* If they are looking for orphans... maybe just a student?

Troy Lawrence: "It's conceivable we could even potentially get someone inside, somehow..." He frowns, thinking. "I will have to invesitgate before we could say anything for sure about that, however."

Eddie: *nods, frowning slightly* i could try to ape a soc worker. one of the younger ones,who's not gotten jaded yet and still thinks foster kids got a chance to succeed well. *wry grin* better hope nobody checks my creds though, if i try that. safer to pretend to be a mom, doing broad research so i can narrow it down.

Joshua Coil: *He clears his throat.* My father lives on opposite coasts. However, trickery is not my strong point.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. As to that. I am going to arrange for the appropriate paperwork, and plan on applying as a teacher. *He's rigidly straight faced, there seems not the hint of humor about him.*

Eddie: *nods to Josh* s'ok. not sure i can really pull off a socie, myself. might not be able to do the snooty mom thing, either, but i think i got a better chance.

Eddie: whatcha gonna say yer teachin'? *tilts her head*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((wait, wait, that was just dumb- DLP))

Troy Lawrence: ((Stricken from my mind. Never happened. *G*))

Eddie: (*giggles!!*)

Eddie: ((got to go in a few....*sighs*))

Troy Lawrence: "Your credentials can be arranged, Eddie. My concern is that a social worker would be viewed hostilely, if they were not already known to be corrupt and working with them."

Joshua Coil: Then a student, *he says quietly.* That could work too.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes slip from one to the other.. they seem well under way.. time to arrange the other half.* I assume then, that you will be taking over in guarding Ms. Becker?

Eddie: *nods to Ing* however, even uncorrupted, i could make myself look open to corruption. all it takes is, say, a nice outfit with a button too many left undone. and a couple of that kind of look after inappropriate persons. *wrinkles her nose* that's the part i'm not sure i can do. *shudders* unless i stuck to staff. staff, i can flirt with. students? no. not happening. however, before even trying to fit that kinda role, i need paper trails. documentation that such a scholarship actually exists. so i got a good reason,and one i can prove, for checking them out.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Eddie.* We could go in together.

Troy Lawrence: "Then no, Eddie." He shakes his head. "If you have reservations about any aspect of what you would have to do undercover, then you should not go. If the people in this school were to suspect you were not legitimate, then you would be eliminated almost immediately."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something ripples beneath his still face.. they were going to be rather appropriate, it would seem.. good. Ingvar moves into the room Morgane occupied, preparing the kin to leave.*

Joshua Coil: If they were to research my past, sir, they would find no links to anything resembling family. My old Alpha saw to it all ties were cut from Seattle.

Morgane Kristanovitch: When Ingvar knocks or enters she is sitting on the edge of the bed, head boqwed, did she know he was headded there? hm. A glance not to his face, out of his respect in station above her.

Eddie: *nods to Josh, then sighs and nods slowly to Troy* prolly right....better to pretend to be a mom. and that's not too far from the truth. i can take a pic of my kids, scan 'em, edit them so they actually resemble ~me~.....and there ya go. plus, anyone trying to pick up on whether or not i'm lying'd have a harder time of it. i am their mom, see. and whent hey're older, i DO want 'em in the best schools i can manage for 'em, ya know? no lies, there. that won't get me in too far, but, it would give me a chance to scout a lil bit. and Josh, if yer willing--you could play my hubby. *grins cheerfully* let 'em think, if ya dun wanna give yerself away too much, that the lil woman wears the pants in the family. IF that's cool by you.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He pauses for a moment, canting his head slightly.* Ms. Kristanovitch... ready to go?

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs.* I can, if you want. I would like to go in as support.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head rising from the edge of the bed, hands clasped in front of her. "Of course Rhya." And move to the door to follow him out.

Eddie: i'd have you at my back any time,any day. *smiles to Josh, bumping shoulders again gently. affectionate*

Troy Lawrence: A glance to Ingvar as he slips away, and then he looks back to his pack. "Before we get too deep into planning, let's get some intelligence, first. I will invesitgate what I can. Eddie, speak with Miss Becker, get every detail you conceivably can about the school. Any detail may be crucial. Joshua, you and I will alternate guard shifts here, along with whoever else may be willing...always either you and I, or Eddie or Laidan, will be here."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods, precisely, turning to Troy on his way out.* Mr. Lawrence- be so good as to foreward what you come up with, so that we might co-ordinate, mm?

Eddie: urm...*ponders, sighing softly* so, anything ya want me to do in specific, Troy? speaking of the kids, i need to get home soon. Cerise's been with us most of the day, and she took over for me wholly when Josh called. need to get her some real dinner as a thanks.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course, Mr. Urgahaldt." He nods evenly to the man.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She follows behind Ingvar. Not saying a word.

Eddie: ((DLP)) *nods to Troy* will do. for now, i'm going home....call me if ya need me, ai'ight? i'll call you guys tomorrow to arrange my shift detail--and if we need to hide her better, she can come to the house. i think the kids are prolly all right enough now to know not to ~talk~ about, ah, stuff.

Eddie: night, sweetie. *gives the girl a soft smile* night, Ingvar. be safe. *eyes twinkle* may your dinnerplate always be full. *grins impishly*

Troy Lawrence: He nods to Eddie. "All right. I will call you later. Good night, Eddie." He looks to Joshua. "I will take shift tonight, unless you have nothing else to do."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He ushers Morgane out the door quietly, after a returned nod to the Silver Fang.. this should proceed rather well..*

Eddie: *and, barring any further orders, she playfully salutes her Alpha, grinning, bumps shoulders with Josh, and trails out, singing under her breath. the numa numa song......yeesh.*

Joshua Coil: I never do, sir, *he says calmly.* Allow me. I will shift.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Good evening Eddie-Rhya." a nod to the woman, and then is ushed out of the place by Ingvar.

Eddie: *and off she goes. hopefully, on the ride down, Ingvar won't murderlate her for singing that song--badly*

Troy Lawrence: A look to Joshua, eyes searching for a moment, and he nods. "All right, then. I will stop by in the morning to relieve you."

Joshua Coil: Thank you, sir, *he says calmly.* Although you do not have to. Ashlyn is well guarded, so she does not need me, I believe. I will call and let her know I am not available. Have a good night, sir.

Troy Lawrence: A short nod to Joshua. "You as well. Call if you require anything. I will ask Sokol to stand guard over the Umbral side, and to notify me if he sees anything out of the ordinary. Good evening." He turns to murmur something to the Numen spirit.

Troy Lawrence -> Amy Becker: ~SS~ "Sokol...please stand guard over my packmate, to allow none to sneak up on him via the Umbra. If anything shows, notify me as soon as possible...I shall be at Miss Delacourt's, I believe."

Amy Becker -> Troy Lawrence: (okay)

Joshua Coil: *He nods, and makes his call, quick, before shifting into lupus to guard.*

Troy Lawrence: And with that, he heads out the door, making sure the doorknob lock is engaged at least, to head off.