Abbey Randelle: *the little white saturn has been doing a lot of zipping around at break neck speed. luckily she seems to slip past cops easily, getting all the green lights, all the turn arrows, lucky that. she glances at Sam as she's sliding the car into park, eyes cold* Shall we?

Samantha Jacobs: At leat she's in her own clothes now, though the bloodshot eyes and busted up knuckles remain. She nods to Abbey, lanky figure sliding out of the car.

Abbey Randelle: *doors locked, blade dangling down the slender line of her back. her light coat wisps a little as she moves towards Giffen's Apartment with carefully measured grace*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Griffen lives in a fairly nice apartment building near Columbia University. It's on the top floor of the four-story building.

Samantha Jacobs: She moves just to the side of Abbey, tall and lanky and almost... dirty, next to the white thing beside her. One hand rests on her gun, eyes flicking around everywhere as she moves.

Abbey Randelle: *stairs are made short work of. time of essence. easily taken two at a time she floats up the stairs, pausing when she realizes Miss Jacobs is falling behind, until they reach the door and she gives a curt knock on the door*

Samantha Jacobs: Stairs suck. Immensly. She does lag behind Abbey, her look covered by the longer hair of her bangs, but there is no doubt she's DEEPLY irritated by it. She stands silently behind Abbey, chest heaving slightly.

Abbey Randelle: *she doesn't acknowledge sam's difficulty, saying nothing as she raps with delicate knuckles on the door*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Door opens, and he's standing there, dressed in his usual get-up of a green lace-up shirt, pants made of natrual fibers. The impassive face looks them over and he gives a short nod. "Miss Randelle. Miss Jacobs." He steps aside, letting them into the apartment. It's large, very spartanly-decorated. The place is set up for functionality rather then style, with a few tapestries hangings on the wall and little else.

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile* Mr. Aston, a pleasure, *she murmers once in the door*

Samantha Jacobs: ((Sorry, someone was trying to drag me into a pool)) She looks like the living dead. But she moves, nodding polite. "Thank you."

Samantha Jacobs: ((And I warn I will have to leave briefly during this scene, as my parents are assholes))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He shuts the door behind them and leads them into the living room, leaving them the two chairs as he sits cross-legged on the floor. "So. Tell me everything you know, please, so I may learn how I may be of assitance."

Samantha Jacobs: She rubs a hand over her face, remaining standing. "Uhm. Right. I heard a noise in the bedroom and assumed one of the cats had knocked something over. When I got there, there was a jaw with a white rosary in it. I picked it up, thinking it was Michelle's and I got fixated on it. I couldn't look away. I felt Michelle whirl behind me and I finally looked away I saw Robert behind her, already mumbling."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A slight nod, though he remains silent, attention focused on Sam in a way that is almost a little unnerving in it's intensity.

Samantha Jacobs: "I dropped the jar and tried to turn around. Michelle was already starting to fade and I ... I got around her and I swung to hit him. By then, my hand went through Michelle and she was gone. I hit him again, and then he started to recite for a third time. And I hit him again..." fingers run over her bruised hand, "but he disappeared. I've been running around and talking to mages, and uh. I had this nightmare, last night..."

Abbey Randelle: *abbey remains silent. letting SAm talk*

Samantha Jacobs: "I don't think the first part is... really relevant," don't ask her about the first part, please. " but Michelle was in it, and I was holding her, and I can still -feel- her, but she told me that Robert thinks she's Naomi, Tansy's mother. Because Michelle was in Tansy's dreamscape and saw said persons death, and she thinks Robert was there and that's how he found her. He's trying to convert her, so she's going to play along and try and buy us time..." Her head lowers, and she speaks as of repeating. "Don't trust Magic. Rely on what you know. Remember the Code of Ananda. Truths foreseen are not always truths. Take your time, think things through. That's what she said."

Samantha Jacobs: "I had to let her go before he figured out what she was up to."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He's quiet, impassive as he considers all of this...until Samantha mentions Robert delusion as to who Michelle is. His eyes widen a little, in the way of someone who has had a bit of a revelation. "I see. This changes the rules of the game, though not the game itself."

Samantha Jacobs: "Why?" She flicks those bloodshot eyes to Aconite. Fingers gripping the pocket of her jeans tightly.

Abbey Randelle: *she waits. silent as death*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Marauders, Miss Jacobs, are wild, unpredictable creatures, as a general rule. They are driven to Quiet, a madness that, in their case, is quite unfixable. No Marauder can be brought out of their delusion completely, ever. As such, it is the key to defeating them. If you understand the Wild One's delusion, then you understand the key to defeating them."

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey Looks to Griffen and murmers* I have an arsenal of Anti-magic darts and grenades at my disposal. And some skill with the blade. As there will hopefully be little willworking involved, as per miss morgan's warning, There is little need to rely on the other mages. From what we understand of the Muaraders delusion. what do you suggest the best course of action?

Samantha Jacobs: She rolls her lips, words on her tongue, but she swallows them. Now is not the time to get snippy with one of the few people who can help her.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at Abbey, with a faint nod. "I thought numbers, just in case. Adriana will have a med center set up just in case. I can list off the mages willing to go in with us as well."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A nod to both, of mere acknowledgement, as opposed to agreeing to them. "Robert has always been very predictable. He believes that anyone who wasn't Christian is a servant of the devil. Quite literally. He believes he can see their Avatars, in his own warped perspective as demons and monsters. His goal has been twofold. First, to .to take young people, potential Awakened, and convert them to his line of thinking...the Way, as he puts it. Essentially, creating Marauders out of child mages, or children about to awaken. The second is to obtain Tansy Sansretti. She was the first, and he failed to catch her. I believe that was why he has been fixated on her."

Abbey Randelle: *a slight frown*

Samantha Jacobs: A faint nod ((And brb for about twenty, sorry guys))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "However, this new activity is...out of place for him. He has always slain those who tried to protect her. Noami, though...was a member of our cabal. Robert was always...fond of her, even before he became insane. After, he became obsessed with her. It makes sense that he may try to convert her." He considers this a moment.

Abbey Randelle: In light of Miss MOrgans warnings about the use of magic.. are your intentions still to play a decoy with this Miss Roxy?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A frown. "At this point, I don't see another option to lure him out. Miss Morgan will likely be his focus, until she is...converted. The only thing that would be a greater prize would be Tansy. Roxy, as I understand, is still quite willing to follow through with the plan."

Abbey Randelle: mm. understood. *irritation washes over her as she weighs the odds and murmers* Is Miss Roxy a willworker of any notable skill?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "She is young and impetuous, like many of her kind...but promising, yes."

Abbey Randelle: *she nods mutedly. nothing more in the way of emotion* When can she be assembled and made appear as miss tansy. this needs to be done as quickly as possible

Samantha Jacobs: A grunt. She's not terrribly fond of Roxy.

Samantha Jacobs: "Roxy isn't very good at lying. I think this is worth noting if she's going to be playing a decoy."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I can begin as soon as we need. However, I believe perhaps we should locate Robert's location, so that Miss Morgan may be retrieved after. I do not doubt that Robert has people watching her on rare occasions when he leaves." A frown. "Should he not return, they may be displeased."

Samantha Jacobs: That makes her twitch. "Travis said he could look, as did Mr. Michaels. I have plenty of things of hers. I'd just like someone to -do- it please." A pause. "Another mage said she was north of New York. He couldn't tell me more than that."

Abbey Randelle: *purse of liips*

Abbey Randelle: We shall locate Miss Morgan, and move immediately thereafter.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He nods. "Excellent. I regret that my unfamiliarity with the environs of New York, and my lack of skill with the Art of the Pathways would make me ill-suited to locating her. I can try what I can, however."

Samantha Jacobs: She srubs a hand over her face and simply, mutely, nods.

Samantha Jacobs: "Miss Randelle, don't you have a spot of Robert's blood as well?"

Abbey Randelle: I have several *a polite smile* Mr. Kennedy Has A Hakercheif with the mauraders blood on it, as do i.

Samantha Jacobs: "That should help, correct?" Eyes flick between the two of them

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "It should, yes." He nods. "Of course, those methods rather fly in the face of Miss Morgan's warning against magic, but unless another option can be considered..."

Samantha Jacobs: "I... I didn't think to ask her where she was." She lowers her eyes.

Samantha Jacobs: "And that might just have been menat for me, I don't know."

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey thinks a moment, no. she knows too little of technology* I don't beleive so, scrying is likely our most effective option

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Eyes pass between them, and he nods. "All right. How many of our kind do we have, ready to move?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Joey, Cori, Evan, Rene, Travis, Terry, Arlett, Adriana, Snyde are all ready to go. Three deacons have been warned of this as well." A pause, faint hesitance. "... does it matter if I can feel Michelle's resonance? Can that help any?"

Abbey Randelle: *she considers this, murmering quietly to SAm* Mr. Urgahaldt has offered his assistance as well, however he is not a willworker.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at Abbey at that, a faint smile at something, and a nod.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He raises an eyebrow. "It may help indeed, Miss Jacobs. If that is the case, I may be able to try and locate her myself."

R -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: (And Rene-p is diddling around looking for some scenage. He would have called Griffen to verify he'd gotten the news regarding Michelle. Roxy gave him Grif's number.)

Abbey Randelle: *pale grey eyes skate from Griff to sam*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston -> R: ((Okay, then call. *S*))

phone: Grif's phone vibrates, sings, or does the cha-cha.

Samantha Jacobs: ((brb))

Abbey Randelle: *glance to the phone*

Samantha Jacobs: She watches him. Intensly.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He looks up to his phone, frowning, and rises to his feet with a fluid motion. He walks over to the phone and picks it up. "Hello?"

Abbey Randelle: *her blade twitches at her side. someone put the albino on red alert.. and it seems she's taking it seriously*

Samantha Jacobs: Her jaw twitches, and she raises a hand to rub her eyes again.

phone: "Good evening, dis eez Rene. I should like to speak wit Griffen Aston."

phone: ((oop sweeps that into pm land))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "This is him." A little frown, as he looks at Abbey and Sam. "Who is this?"

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes narrow slightly at Aconite's look.

Abbey Randelle: *she raises her chin, eyes cooling*

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Rene," he repeats. "We met once at Michelle's house. You hov heard?"

Abbey Randelle: *she glances in Sam's direction*

Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head slightly at Abbey. She's not no idea.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Indeed I have, Mr...Zitas, is it?" He nods slightly, his eyes still on the others.

Samantha Jacobs: Eyebrows shoot up. Ah. Rene.

Abbey Randelle: *inclination of her head to sam. she's never met mt. Zitas*

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Apparently dare plan to remove dis creature hos failed. You hov details on her loss?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Verbana. Big black guy. Not my favorite out there. Michelle booted him from her apartment onc."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I have those details, yes. You have a suggestion for another plan?"

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up. then again.. abbey's nearly been booted from that apartment. simply for being polite and adressing matters of efficiency*

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes move back to Aconite. Fast.

Samantha Jacobs: "Michelle asked him three times to stop discussing a topic. He refused." Eyes still on Aconite.

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I om suggesting dis creature must be dealt wit. Ond plonning iz called for."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I don't disagree...in fact, few would. And planning is occurring. Perhaps you would like to be part of it."

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I should, yes."

Abbey Randelle: *inclination of head. polite interst. nothing more.*

Samantha Jacobs: Fingers rub over her bruised knuckles idly, distacted, uneasy.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "If you would like, you can come here, and discuss with those of us who are present. That is, if they are comfortable with it?" He looks to Abbey and Sam, eyebrow raised.

Samantha Jacobs: She shrugs. She's fine. Too tired really to care much.

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Silence as Aconite suggests his aid may be unwelcome.

Abbey Randelle: Of course. so long as the man is trustworthy

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A short nod. "If you would come by my apartment, Mr. Zitas...near Columbia University. I believe your help would be most welcome." He gives the address.

phone -> Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I come." *click*

Abbey Randelle: *she waits. silent. pristine. a little albino doll, cast in porceleion*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He hangs up the phone and sighs, returning to his sitting spot on the floor. "Mr. Zitas will be here soon."

Samantha Jacobs: A faint nod. "You said... feeling Michelle's resonance could help."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A nod. "Potentially. If I can...get a sense of this resonance, I can search for it. All Resonances are...unique. Finding her resonance may succeed where other attempts will fail."

Abbey Randelle: *a slight nod*

Samantha Jacobs: Hands tighten into fists, and then relax again. "Please."

Abbey Randelle: Miss Sam. *she murmers, almost inaudible* We will secure miss Morgans location. However. It is best to do all in one strike. Location.. and subsequent attack, so as not to alert the enemy of our intentions. Yes?

Rene Zitas: ((dorks around with time, unless anyone objects?))

Samantha Jacobs: Patience. She always tells peple patience, and she's having trouble with it herself. A deep breath. "Yes. You're right. But I don't know how long this is gonna last, Miss Abbey. It could fade, any second."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A slight nod. "It will take me a moment, to sense it, and then, I will be able to try."

Rene Zitas: *KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK* upon the door.

Samantha Jacobs: She twitches at the door.

Abbey Randelle: *she looks up, grey eyes skating to the door*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A look up, to the door. "Miss Randelle...I apologize to impress upon you in such a mundane matter, but if you could? I would like to get this feeling off Miss Jacobs, before it does fade."

Abbey Randelle: *she rises with fluid grace, and opens the door, a polite smile from the gorgeous albino to the tall man she sees there* Good day, Mr. Zita I presume?

Rene Zitas: "I om." Ebony eyes gliding to look at the ivory woman.

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

Samantha Jacobs: She looks like hell. Eyes are bloodshot, her posture slumped, she looks like she's slept little in the past few days. Her right fist is busted up, black and blue. Her clothes wrinkled, her breathing slightly hard.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He looks to Sam and nods a little. "This will only take a moment." His eyes close, and he begins a chant, half-whispered, in Gaelic. ((Mind 1/Prime 1))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: 7,2,7,3,

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((Awareness rolls, of course))

Rene Zitas: 3,3,7,2,7,8,

Abbey Randelle: 3,8,2,

Samantha Jacobs: 2,9,8,10,

Abbey Randelle: Do come in sir. Abbey randelle* she murmers after having shut the door. a small white hand extended with practiced grace towards him*

Samantha Jacobs: She doesn't pay much attention to Rene. Attention on Aconite.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Abbey...senses magic. Samantha and Rene both feel it coming directly from Griffen, directed toward Sam, and Rene recognizes the Spheres involved that he has.

Abbey Randelle: *the blade in her opposite hand twitches. flicks.*

Rene Zitas: He steps inside, and takes the offered hand, bending with a masculine grace, to press his lips politely to the back of her hand. His touch gentle, warm, and brief. "Rene Zitas, as you already know, madamoiselle."

Rene Zitas: He gives no indication whatsoever that he's aware of any magic occuring nearby.

Abbey Randelle: *and inclination of her head. her hand lingers only a moment too few in the large black man's own, a polite smile as she moves back to her seat and folds into it gracefully*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston -> Samantha Jacobs: Sam feels Griffen touch her mind, briefly. It's less complete then what Michelle's done in the past, not nearly as open, or as deep. She gets a feeling of reservation about the man...a deep coldness, like one who's emotions have been turned off, more completely then anyone Sam's known. He's there and gone quickly, having gotten the sense of it.

Samantha Jacobs: She lowers eyes, and remains still and silent.

Rene Zitas: He moves into the room and takes a long look at Sam, before seating himself on the floor.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: His eyes open, and he nods a little bit to Sam. His eyes pass to Rene and he inclines his head respectfully. "Mr. Zitas. Good day."

Samantha Jacobs: She nods. Just faintly, back

Abbey Randelle: *she remains silent as She waits for Grif to finish, a polite smile, calm, despite the fact that she radiates a need for action*

Rene Zitas: "Aconite," he greets the man simply. "Samantha, is it?" dark eyes gliding towards the other woman.

Samantha Jacobs: "Sam." She says. Tiredly.

Abbey Randelle: *delicate white hands folded in her lap*

Rene Zitas: "Of course."

Samantha Jacobs: She finally collapses into a seat. "So. The plan is to find Michelle. Then find Robert and or lure hiim out. And then shoot him with anti-magic darts. And then kill him. And then go kill Michelle, and anyone who's Robert's lacky around her. Right?"

Abbey Randelle: (go kill michelle?)

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((And somewhere, an Ecstatic just went, "HEY!!!!" *G*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((... oh Jebus *L* go RETRIEVE Michelle, and kill anyone who's... etc))

Rene Zitas: "Excuse me? You said on den kill Michelle?"

Rene Zitas: ((*L* dlp))

Rene Zitas: Raises his left hand, thick index finger extended. "Question. Dis Robert only takes children before, yes?"

Samantha Jacobs: "He took Michelle because he's confusing her with a woman he's obsessed with. But yes, he normally only goes after kids."

Abbey Randelle: *she remains silent. she has nothing to provide as of yet. so she simply listens*

Rene Zitas: "Do we know his intention tords dis woman?"

Samantha Jacobs: "What woman? Michelle? Or the woman he's mistaking Michelle for?"

Rene Zitas: "Day are de same to him, yes?"

Abbey Randelle: *eyes skate to and from Sam and Rene. they find Aconite with a cool glance. a slight smile. polite*

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes. To him, Michelle is Naomi, the woman he's obsessed with. He doesn't see her as Michelle."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He nods to Abbey in response, and listens, quietly, ready to offer insight when needed.

Rene Zitas: "His intentions are known tords dis Naomi?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Naomi Sansretti is dead, Mr. Zitas. Killed fourteen years ago, because she would not...convert to his point of view, or give up her daughter. He is most likely considering this a...second chance."

Samantha Jacobs: "He wants to.... convert her. He belives anyone who isn't, Christian I think, is a sinner, and to be save dthey must be converted to 'his' way."

Samantha Jacobs: Her busted hand curls into a fist. And she nods faintly to Aconite.

Rene Zitas: "Ah, dis iz good. Maybe she alive yet. How he get her?"

Abbey Randelle: *her mind wanders, the man had brought statues to life. however... one is hesitant to bring that up.. this she knows.. if only she could recall the reason.. *

Abbey Randelle: 9,8,

Samantha Jacobs: "He used magic to get in our apartment, used magic to get her out, and then used mmagic to get himself out. Awhile back, Michelle looked into Naomi's daughter's memores to figure out what happened to Naomi. We think Robert was in that dreamscape, and confused Michelle for Naomi."

Rene Zitas: "What dis girl's name? We hov her?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "We do." He does not supply her name.

Samantha Jacobs: "We are not using her as bait. We have someone willing to be made to look like her to draw Robert out."

Abbey Randelle: *it takes a moment of thinking, before she tilts her head, eyes widening slightly. oh yes. the boy had been sacrificed. Benny. her eyes slips to sam. yes. best not to bring that up. too many questions*

Rene Zitas: "Why not use dis girl?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Because we can use someone else who looks like her."

Abbey Randelle: Mr. Zitas.. *she murmers politely, levelling a cool gaze across his features. taking his measure* Miss Tansy, if nothing else, shall be held as insurance. so long as we have miss tansy, and he does not.. we have an advantage.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A short nod to Sam's words.

Rene Zitas: "You make more work and introduce risk. Dare must be benefit for dis, eh?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Rene, we're not using the person he wants. We are going to use someone who looks like them. Its more risk to use the one he wants, because if we fuck up, and he has them, we loose both them, and Michelle, and will neever find the Maurder again. No."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: 8,7,9,

Abbey Randelle: Indeed,Should The decoy prove successful, we needn't risk our only bartering chip. It is prudent to bluff, at this time. *she inclines her head to him*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((Was Man+Subt)) "Because, Mr. Zitas. If she is involved, and Robert manages to escape us and make off with him, we no longer have a means with which to lure him out. If he has a decoy, we still hold something he wants." He says it as if they are playing pieces on a chessboard, nothing more.

Rene Zitas: Short nod to Abbey. "Little is certain, eh? Maybe he sees more dan faces? Iz dis Robert a priest?"

Samantha Jacobs: "No. He's just fucking -insane-."

Rene Zitas: Slow nod to Aconite.

Samantha Jacobs: Her jaw twitches at something, but she goes silent.

Abbey Randelle: *she glances to Sam, eyes cold. she needn't say anything*

Rene Zitas: "I con help modify day decoy. Dis iz in my talents. How we safeguard her?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I will be altering her form. As to safeguarding her...that, we are still in discussion about. Of roucse, magic in the presence of a Marauder is always a risk."

Rene Zitas: "Maybe we get her a gun. She con shoot?"

Samantha Jacobs: "We are planning on shooting him with anti-magic darts, or possibly an anti-magic grenade. And then taking him done." Quietly.

Rene Zitas: "Iz good plan. Need ehh..." Moves his fingers in a give me sort of gesture as he tries to find the english equivalent of what he wants to say. "..alternate. Yes? Work for success but do not assume it, oui?"

: She blinks, very slowly at Rene. Her look VERY hard to read. And then she looks over to Abbey. As if delicately asking her to take over without a word.

Samantha Jacobs: ((Mine))

Abbey Randelle: Of course. Had you any suggestions Mr. Zitas?

Rene Zitas: "Where do you intend to present dis bait?"

Rene Zitas: "I apologize if already you have spoken deez tings. Need to come up to date."

Abbey Randelle: specifics are yet to be worked out, however I am looking into several remote locations north of the city

Rene Zitas: "Maybe rig de site wit traps?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Traps of what nature?" An eyebrow quirks upward.

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up. she listens*

Rene Zitas: "Rambo. Eh. Mundane traps. He does not feel dem."

Samantha Jacobs: She seems to think about this. She could PROBABLY rig something. "What about something to blind him?"

Rene Zitas: "Also consider..." And he snakes his hand right and left. "De path, day decoy con run."

Rene Zitas: Points at Sam. "Iz good. Night vision for us."

Abbey Randelle: In my mind It had been something less of a fox hunt and more an ambush. Immediate

Samantha Jacobs: "There's chemical's that are blinding... or mild explosives, fireworks. Those -can- backfire on us. And I agree with Miss Abbey."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I had thought more of an ambush, myself."

Rene Zitas: "We hope dis Ms. Randelle, but if all goes to sheet, safe path for day decoy is a good ting. Eh, cautionary. Dis mon takes a powerful magi. I tink many cautions are good, oz time permits."

Abbey Randelle: *inclination of her head* We shall provide this. I had hoped.. *she looks to Aconite* to provide miss roxy with an antimagic device.. so as to render The maurader useless should he indeed capture her.

Samantha Jacobs: A nod, agreeing with Abbey.

Rene Zitas: Looks pleased with Abbey's suggestion and glances at Aconite. Certainly an antimagic device and a gun could prove an effective combination.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He nods a little to the suggestion, with a polite but impassive smile.

Abbey Randelle: a mundane tracking device perhaps, would also prove useful. should we be able to obtain such. *all murmered softly and politely*

Samantha Jacobs: She lowers her head, thinking where she might be able to get something to track someone with.

Rene Zitas: Glances at the others to see if they know where to obtain such a device. "We con get dis?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Possibly. They sometimes put GPS trackers in phones, and I think there's military grade equipment with it... I'd have to check and see if there was something in New York. It wouldn't be cheap."

Abbey Randelle: *she purses her lips a moment. then ventures quietly*... Mr. Urgahaldt offered His assistance. It is likely he might obtain such for us. Expense will be no issue

Samantha Jacobs: She nods slowly to Abbey.

Rene Zitas: "Dare be only we four?"

Rene Zitas: "Plus day decoy?"

Samantha Jacobs: "No, there is quite a few mages willing to move once we give the word."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "A very good number."

Rene Zitas: Nods, looking thoughtful.

Abbey Randelle: Those with healing abilities shall be especially valued, as once the man is cornered there will likely be something of an altercation. It would be best should they remain elswhere, so that if in fact antimagic devices need be used.. they are unaffected.

Rene Zitas: Nods. "I om a healer."

Samantha Jacobs: "Adriana Carmichael is a doctor, and I think with some healing abilities. She's willing to stay behind and have both mundane and magical set up for the wounded."

Samantha Jacobs: A little nod to Rene. "You may want to stay with Miss Carmichael then."

Rene Zitas: "I will stand where most needed," he agrees. "Maybe consider if we con locate Michelle, double strike?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I can heal as well...however, I will not be remaining back." Stated as fact, not up for debate.

Samantha Jacobs: "You mean both at once? I think we planned on locating her, luring out Robert, dealing with that, and then moving to get her..." Eyes flick between Aconite and Abbey. She's tired, she may be wrong.

Abbey Randelle: *she nods slightly to aconite.* We shall be in need of combatants and feild medics as well.

Rene Zitas: "If we lose Robert, maybe we still get Michelle while he's distracted, given we hov de mon poware. Maybe dat boy too. Benny? He may be wit her."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Splitting our attentions would not be wisest, I do not believe. I do not consider 'overkill' to be a word possible in use here against our adversary."

Rene Zitas: "Or did day find him already?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((Roll Intelligence to see if you evern remember Benny's existance, Rene. Diff 8))

Samantha Jacobs: "I agree with Aconite- I don't think splitting up is wise. And I haven't heard anything about Benny."

Rene Zitas: "You are coordinator, Aconite?"

Samantha Jacobs: ((Er, dlp about Benny.))

Rene Zitas: ((Even if he's never met him?))

Rene Zitas: 9,2,

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((If you've never met him, you don't remember him at all by this point.))

Rene Zitas: ((They were discussing him at the last meeting. That's what got everyone all riled up and Rene thrown out. Wouldn't Benny just be a name to him?))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: ((Nope. Arcane still works.))

Rene Zitas: ((kk, dlp Benny reference))

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I believe Miss Jacobs is coordinating. I am merely providing what insight and help that I can."

Abbey Randelle: *abbey nods to Aconite* One thing at a time. One immediately following the previous, full force twice rather than half force once.

Samantha Jacobs: She nods, just faintly.

Rene Zitas: Looks to Sam. "I con also shoot."

Samantha Jacobs: She nods to Rene. "Good. But like I said, I'd prefer you with Adriana, incase we're in need of healing after the confrontation, which I am very sure we will. " A nod to Abbey. Calmer now. "I agree it should be one large force to take down the Maurder, and then the same large force to find Michelle. If some are too injured to come, or feel they cannot, they can be left with the healers. I agree with putting a tracking device on the decoy as well, in case Robert does take her- he can use magic to teleport then, and himself. I am willing to attempt to both shoot the darts, and a mundane gun. My brother Evan is a decent shot as well."

Abbey Randelle: Of course. that shall be most useful. *a polite Smile to Rene*

Rene Zitas: Inclines his head to Abbey, however it doesn't seem his talents with a gun will be needed, at least not for phase one. Still, best if the 'general' knows what resources are available.

Samantha Jacobs: "I agree with an escape path for the decoy as well, just in case. However, I'd prefer the strike to be quick. Lure him, dart him, shoot him. The longer we take, the more chance he has to get away." Fingers run over the knuckles of her hands, remembering how he simply faded from her site.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A short nod of assent from Griffen.

Abbey Randelle: *nods*

Samantha Jacobs: "So, what we must do before we move- find a location, preferably one where we could hide. Find a tracking device. Find Michelle, and have a means to move there. And then get th decoy ready, and move against Robert. Am I missing anything?" Bloodshot eyes take in each person.

Rene Zitas: "One advice, Som. You hov emotional involvment. Ond frankly, you look like sheet. Dis iz understondable. But you hov many lives in your honds. You make yourself rested before de day, oui? You do dis for Michelle."

Samantha Jacobs: Those bloodshot eyes focus on Rene. Hard. "I know."

Rene Zitas: He returns her gaze, quite serious.

Samantha Jacobs: She is taking him serious. She understands, fully.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey Levels her gaze at Rene In return. ice practically snapping off her as she radiates pure icy power* Precautions shall be taken to ensure we are all adequately prepared.

Rene Zitas: "We give phone numbers, yes?"

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Agreed." He nods a little bit.

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes." She says, quietly, to all statements.

Rene Zitas: It takes a good deal more than an icy look, however glacial, to ruffle the priest's feathers.

Abbey Randelle: *nods*

Samantha Jacobs: Her number is quietly given out to Rene- Abbey and Aconite haver it already.

Rene Zitas: He pulls a small note pad from his pocket and scrawls his number, handing it out to each of them.

Samantha Jacobs: It is taken, and quietly slipped away.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He takes the phone number from Rene. "I believe you all have my home number, by now...I do not carry a cellular phone."

Abbey Randelle: *she takes it, tucking it in her handbag with delicate movements. her number is recited in a soft murmer*

Rene Zitas: Writes down Abbey's number.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He makes a mental note of Abbey's phone number, and nods.

Samantha Jacobs: Eyes flick between each person. "Is there anything else that anyone feels must be discussed?"

Rene Zitas: Glances at the others. He's satisfied.

Abbey Randelle: I beleive that is All Miss Jacobs. There is a good deal needing seen to. shall we begin?

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes." She says quietly to Abbey.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "i do not believe so, at this time. I will begin my search for Miss Morgan, to try and locate her, though I will of course not act on it until we sapring the trap on Robert."

Rene Zitas: "You may give my number to dis Dr. Carmichael. Or call if you need, eh... labor. Oui? I hov a strong back."

Samantha Jacobs: "Thank you, very much." She inclines her head to Griff.

Samantha Jacobs: She nods as well to Rene.

Abbey Randelle: *Miss Randelle rises to her feet in one fluid motion, wicked looking blade slung to her shoulder as she inclines her head to rene and aconite* Mr. Aston, Mr. Zitas. thank you, and Good day.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Of course, Miss Jacobs." He offers the woman a smile, probably intended to be supportive...he's just not good at it, though.

Samantha Jacobs: She rises as well, not as fluidly as Abbey, but she rises.

Rene Zitas: "A pleazure meeting you, Ms. Randelle." Rene also rising to his feet.

Samantha Jacobs: Hey, it's the effort. A faint, tired smile in return, moving to follow Abbey out. "Rene, Aconite, thank you. I'll keep in contact."

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He rises last, and moves to escort the three out. "Of course. Good day to you all."

Abbey Randelle: You as WEll Mr. Zitas. *she curls pale rose lips into a smile at the black man, and moves through the door with graceful purposeful strides* Gooday.

Rene Zitas: A slight bow to Sam. "You wish zomting to help you sleep?"

Rene Zitas: "Good hunting, Aconite."

Samantha Jacobs: Her steps pause, just faintly. "What kind of something?" She asks as she slides out behind Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey makes her way down to the car. it will take miss jacobs awhile to catch up anyway. her cell phone at her ear once she's out of site. she had things to see to*

Rene Zitas: "Herbs, teas. Stronger tings if you prefer doze." Walking out behind the two women.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A nod, and he shuts the door."

Samantha Jacobs: "You mean like sedatives? Do they have after effects? Will they stop a nightmare, or only entrap one in them?" Clearly, this woman has been given some heavy drugs before. She allows Abbey to move ahed for now. Granting her privacy.

Abbey Randelle: ((abbey'll be in the car talking on her cell phone. sound good?)

Samantha Jacobs: ((Sounds good to me))

Rene Zitas: "I make for you, de kind you like. You hov nightmares, I make light. Relax de muscles, still you con wake up easy."

Samantha Jacobs: "How does it work? Does it just make me go to sleep quicker?" She is covering all aspects.

Rene Zitas: "Makes less tense. You relax, sleep sooner, more deeply. Makes your sleep, more restful."

Samantha Jacobs: "What's in it?"

Rene Zitas: "I would suggest for you, vervain, St. John's Wort..." and he rattles off around five different herbs.

Samantha Jacobs: "All natural."

Rene Zitas: "Iz more gentle if only herbs. I tink maybe you don't want someting too heavy, oui?"

Samantha Jacobs: "No. Nothing heavy."

Rene Zitas: "You like I make dis for you?"

Samantha Jacobs: "I'd appreceiate it, yes."

Rene Zitas: "I drop it off for you in a couple hours, at your apartment." And he gives her shoulder a brief squeeze, then turns and strides off.

Samantha Jacobs: "Ah, Rene, I'm not there. I can come pick it up from you."

Rene Zitas: "You meet me ot Green's Cafe. On fifth ond Newark. I be dare wit eet. I hove a room mate. He does not like visitors."

Rene Zitas: "Two hours, oui?"

Samantha Jacobs: She blinks slowly. "Sure."

Rene Zitas: Nods and strides off. He will indeed be there a couple hours later with a baggie and written instructions along with a rather ornate tea ball that's shaped like a beetle.

Samantha Jacobs: Interesting. Sam will take it, make sure she's got it right, and then head off. Right now, she makes for Abbey's car and disappears.

Rene Zitas: ((Thanks for the rp. Good night.))