: *Small little hole in the wall coffee shop in uptown not real far from Columbia U. Around 9am in the morning on monday morning.*((just setting the scene))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *A cute teen girl with a pale complexion, sit at a table in the coffee house enjoying a double expresso. she stands just under average height with a trim petite frame with just enough curves in the right places. Wearing a black pleat mini skirt, fishnet stockings cover her legs, with a pair of black short tomb buckle boots. A black cropped tank top emblazoned in fushica lettering "Indecent Behavior", exposing her midriff and bellybutton ring. Short raven black hair hangs just past her chin, dyed with red, blue, blond and purple streaks. Around her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it resting in the hollow of her throat. A cigarette can often be found dangling between her blood red adorned lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow, brings out her brilliantly bright green eyes.* (( App 4 for picture go to http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=21 ))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Is Roxy in the place, outside of it, or where?))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((inside, i tend to alter my DD's to fit the location. in my DD I posted she was sitting at a table in the coffe house enjoying a double expresso... ok I said sit.. but meant sitting*G*))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Sorry, didn't notice that. I tend to space over DD's. *G*)) The door jingles, and in he walks. A quick look around...his eyes pass over Roxy, and he nods a little as he heads to the counter.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((no worries a lot of people do which is why I always change mine up*G*))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *gives Griff a smile and a finger wave when she see's him but remains in her seat sipping her expresso and occasionally take a drag off her cigarette*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He nods to the barista and purchases a regular house coffee, black, and pays with cash. Once the coffee is received, he makes his way to Roxy's table and nods. "Good morning. May I join you?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *smiles politely perhaps a bit too broadly for just a polite smile and nods her head towards any of the empty seats* Feel free, good sir. *her voice carring just a hint of humor to it*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He nods a little and takes a seat opposite her, settling down stiffly in the chair. He nods to her. "So how have you been? Well, I trust?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* Well enough. No wolves tyring to mug me at least.*grins in amussment at that* But while your company is enjoyable, I actually wanted to meet to discuss things. *a slight emphises on things*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He raises a brow slightly, and nods. "All right. What can I discuss with you?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *looks up at a slight angle as if thinking* Oh where to begin. *then glances to him* Okfrist I guess how connected are you to the local network. That will let me know what all to discuss.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Not at all, I'm afraid." He frowns a little. "Unfortunately, since our little sat ended, I've found it increasingly difficult to make contact with networks within locations. I've also just come here to New York, so have not been able to meet many of our kind."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* Yeah I feel yea, i got a few fingers out there but not a lot. *smiles a bit, hoping again she is not making a fatel mistake but hell she has to network or she is dead... well you only live once* Well ok first off, i ran across a OK corral scene of trads throwing mojo around with some mibs*says it like a word not M. I. B. s.* not sure if it was a isolated thing or what but something you might want to be aware of.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: His lip curls. "Union. Lovely. And here I was hoping they had thought our conflict was over."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* yeah as I said might have been a isolated deal don't know. The part that worried me and freaked me out was the trads going toe to toe with them throwing it around like was nothing. *leans foward talking fairly quiet anyways but even more so now* Not to mention this was in broad daylight on a crowded tourist location.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: A bit of a shrug, remarkably casual. "When one is being attacked by the Union, running is rarely an option, once you've been noticed. They have excellent tracking capabilities. Still, you bring up a good point, in the way of bystanders."

Troo: ((I'd pop in, but I'm probably going AFK in 10 minutes))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* Yeah i know sometimes you can't beat feet, but sometimes you can at least take it to a out of the wear area.*shrugs* anyways just wanted you to have the 411 on it. So your not blindsided if something happens around you.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((D'oh! *Hugs the Troo*))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: Another short nod. "Much appreciated. I will keep an eye out."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((otay*s*, just doing a open scene incase anyone is looking for a little play))

Troo: ((Definately looking for play *G*))

Troo: ((Ok, confirmed NOT being dragged afk! *G*))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Troo's always looking for play. S'why we love 'er so much!))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *takes a drag off her cig followed by a drink of her expresso* Ok onto the next part, I found a little fishy, all alone. self taught doing well but clueless tot he big picture. He does his thang with computers and the like. But I wanted him to talk to a few and get a nice broad picture of whats what so he can make a informed decision if he wants to hook up with the adept boys. Was thinking you might be interasted in talking to him and giving him another fresh percepetive beside mine or the one they are going to lay on him.

Jeff Rogers: He drifts into the coffee shop to waste some time before he can go to the results board at 11.

Jeff Rogers: Gets himself a muffin breakfast and clatters into a seat.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Computers?" He raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to pardon me, Roxy, I am not a fan of technology. But yes, I can speak with him, give him my people's perspective on things, if you like."

Jeff Rogers: 7,10,4,7,9,6,7,

Jeff Rogers: Mmm, the magic computers word. Head tilts toward Griffen.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: A glance goes over to Jeff as he enters, looking him over briefly.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He makes his way down the street, hands behind his back and a stern look on his angular, hawk-nosed face. His hair is a rich brown, hanging slightly wavy to his shoulders, and his deep brown eyes watch the scenes around him impassively. He's dressed in a simple green lace-up shirt and natural fiber pants with a pair of Doc Martins on his feet, and a simple silver pentacle around his neck. No cell phones, no technology...just a canvas backpack over one shoulder. He appears to be in his late thirties.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Gaah, gotta fix that DD. No walking, no steeet))

Jeff Rogers: He stuffs muffin into his mouth, chewing mechanically, absently turning a little UHT milk pot onto its side and slamming his fist down onto it, sending a shower of ersatz milk product up against the wall.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* yeah not my thing either but i figure if he hears things from a wide range of sources he can make a better informed decision about what he wants to do and how he wants to fit in you know. *grins a bit* Knowledge is power after all and there is no such things as knowing to much.

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

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((cause griff drop a DD and I am a lemming.... *A cute teen girl with a pale complexion, stands just under average height with a trim petite frame with just enough curves in the right places. Wearing a black pleat mini skirt, fishnet stockings cover her legs, with a pair of black short tomb buckle boots. A black cropped tank top emblazoned in fushica lettering "Popularity is a Social Disease", exposing her midriff and bellybutton ring. Over this is a black denim jacket. Short raven black hair hangs just past her chin, dyed with red, blue, blond and purple streaks. Around her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it resting in the hollow of her throat. A cigarette can often be found dangling between her blood red adorned lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow, brings out her brilliantly bright green eyes.* (( App 4 for picture go to http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=21 ))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "I would disagree with that, actually. Knowledge without wisdom is quite the dangerous thing. Look at the are of nuclear physics. Those with the knowledge to create it did, but they did not have the wisdom to do anything initially but make weapons out of it."

Jeff Rogers: "Actually those with the knowledge to create the physics behind nuclear weapons never envisioned them being put to such a purpose." His english accent is clear as a bell.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs a bit* Point but the knowledge I am talking about is to earn the wisdom needed to make a informed decision. Not knowledge to create.

Jeff Rogers: Sips at his tea slowly.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: His head tilts to regard Jeff. "No, but those who financed the research did."

Jeff Rogers: He wipes the UHT milk off his hand and nudges the little tub onto the floor.

Jeff Rogers: "Then don't slate the visionaries when the moneymen corrupted their work."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances to Jeff with a nice small friendly smile*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "I merely question why the visionaries did not make more informed decisions about who financed their visions," he answers calmly. "Again, knowledge without wisdom."

Jeff Rogers: "Scientists need money to live. Ultimately the only people who're gonna bankroll people living are the people who can make money out of you still breathing."

Anne Tralbor: Dyed blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and brushed straight. She usually has a little makeup on, eyeliner and shade, and perfectly-defined dark lips. Alternating between light and dark, makeup and flesh. Around her neck, a thick bondage collar with a ring at the front. Usually, her attire is faintly gothic; while certainly black, straps and ties abound, an off-the-shoulder velvet top tied down her front over a strapless swimsuit, brushing the top of tight black trousers, And shiny combat boots under those. Always, at her hip, a stiffened case, and usually an old-fashioned camera in her hand http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-193

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *sits back and takes a drag off her cigarette for the moment content to let the boys debate. Taking a drink of her expresso*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Surely, in all this world, there was someone who would have been willing to finance such research without turning it into the most destructive force mankind has ever known." He levels calm, cold eyes at Jeff. "And if there were not, then perhaps we should not have done the research in the first place."

Jeff Rogers: He laughs. "Yeah. Drag all of humanity back into the dark ages. Fuck science, let's eat mud and pray for deliverance. So what do you teach here, mate? Clearly ain't history..."

Anne Tralbor: A rucksack is over her other shoulder, and she's smiling this 4th July. Nodding to Ana as she heads in, stretching comfortably and heading to point at the menu and get a nice, simple cup of coffee. And maybe a snack

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He raises his brow. "I am teaching Environmental Ethics starting next term. Doing lectures in the meantime."

Jeff Rogers: "Ethics is good." He nods. "So long as you bear in mind people are only human. It's not really ethical to condemn people for being human, is it?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *smiles as Anne comes in giving her a finger wave and when she passes by to the counter* Hey boo.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "I don't condemn people, per se." He shrugs a little. "But I can hope against hope that people will see the light, can I not?"

Jeff Rogers: "You're condeming Einstein for having his research corrupted." An eyebrow lifts above his shades.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "No, you misunderstand. I'm saying his decisions were flawed. That he had the intellect to create great things, but not the wisdom to ensure that his creations were not corrupted. The corruption was not his fault, though it's possible he could have prevented it."

Anne Tralbor: A friendly smile back to Ana, and she pays for the coffee, heading over there. Shoulders completely bare today, but the collar is still there. A silent yawn, a nod, and a glance to the other two

Jeff Rogers: He shakes his head. "He was a good man. A humble man. Good, humble men don't have the resources to bankroll the kind of research humanity needs to push itself into the stars. Only the greedy and the corrupt have that. You're saying that rather than strive for the stars, humanity should stagnate rather than let evil men fund progress."

Jeff Rogers: Jeff's not at Griffen's table. There's a smear of milk running down the wall by his own seat.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *a amussed smile at the boys as she turns to Anne* So whats up? Seen you in the park last night with leather boy. Was about to come to your rescue when you bolted.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Griff & Roxy at one table, Jeff nearby))

Anne Tralbor: A silent chuckle, a nod, sitting easily and resting back, a vaguely apologetic look to the chatter between the others

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: 3,10,2,5,2,7,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs when she notices Anne's look at the boys* Them seem to be enjoying themselves. *then grins wickedly* I had the perfect rescue plan all planed out but then you left before I could impliment it.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "If the option is to allow evil men access to that kind of destructive power, the kind that can destroy this earth several times over? I would personally prefer stagnation for a while. Some things, I believe, man is not ready to know yet."

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He looks over to Anne for a moment, then nods slightly in greeting, before looking back to Jeff.

Jeff Rogers: He snorts. "Better to tackle the evil than rot."

Anne Tralbor: A nod back to Griffen, settling comfortably and sipping her coffee. Head tilted, listening to Ana, and then making a cicular motion with her hand, the 'go on' sign

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Why not tackle the evil, then do the research? Why deliver a weapon into the enemy's hand before you fight? That makes no tactical sense."

Jeff Rogers: "Well you might not have noticed, but people don't live really long. And people who have a drive will do what they can to achieve it, or they go insane. If you can't create, you end up destroying your own soul while you rot in an office job. Can you see Einstein filing paperwork all his life?"

Jeff Rogers: He finishes his breakfast and wipes his fingers, then pulls his iPAQ out of his pocket to hop onto the University WLAN and check his email.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *giggles a bit and leans over to Anne though not really talking that softly* I was going to walk up, plant one on your lips and then pretend like you was my girl friend and give him the back off she's mine look.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "What is more important? One man's soul, or that of the 425,000 who died at Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Of course, I mean the both ones who died instantly and the ones who slowly wasted away from radiation poisoning."

Jeff Rogers: "I can't make that judgement. 'Cause I'm not god." He doesn't look to Griffen. "And I don't think I am, either."

Anne Tralbor: She rolls her eyes at Ana, shrugs, and glances around again. leaning back, another sip, and then taking her camera out, glancing around

Jeff Rogers: He pockets the iPAQ and finishes drinking his tea.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: A raised eyebrow, and then he shrugs. "It's not a difficult concept. The value of 1 versus the value of several hundred thousand. A math major can tell you which is higher."

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Jeff Rogers: ((Griffen and Jeff don't get along. What a SHOCK. *G*))

Jeff Rogers: "If you're willing to reduce people to numbers, I'm not willing to finish this discussion." He smiles a little, coldly, and rises to his feet.

Jeff Rogers -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: LOL

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *she leans over to whisper to Anne*

Jeff Rogers: "Maybe people like you teaching ethics is the reason the figures are all the moneymen look at." He shakes his head and strides toward the door.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "An excellent twisting of words. I'm impressed." He's clearly not, as his words fairly drip with sarcasm.

Jeff Rogers: He tuts and pushes the door open, walking out into, bleh, lovely weather.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *keeping a ear and a eye ont he boys conversation.*

Jeff Rogers -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((One day I'll find a mage Jeff gets along with who doesn't then up and quit playing >.<))

Anne Tralbor: She shrugs to Ana, smiles a touch, and sips her coffee. Then sets it down, and offers Griffen a hand

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Jeff Rogers: ((*G*))

Jeff Rogers -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Right I better bugger off. There's a customer tour *hugs*. See you later!!))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *just raises a slender brow at Anne... either the girl was a hard core tease or was playing roxy like a fiddle.* Well alright just wanted you to know so there is no misunderstanding between us.

Anne Tralbor: A faint smile across to Ana, a small nod, seing if Griffen shakes hands or not. if not, withdrawing her hand and sipping her coffee

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He looks back at the two and smiles ever-so-slightly. "My apologies." He nods to Anne and extends a hand. "Good morning."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances to Griff* No worries, this is Anne. Anne this is Griff. *smiles a bit perhaps at Anee's smile or at griff hard to say* Anyways it was a interasting conversation to listen in on.

Anne Tralbor: She mouths the same phrase back silently, shaking his hand. her own is slender, a light grip, the bones quite thin.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "A pleasure, Anne." He nods to her, the smile vanishing into propriety as he takes his hand back and looks to Roxy. "I'm sorry...now, where were we?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *blinks for a second and takes a moment for her mind to back track* Um I was just saying I wanted my little fish to be exposed to as many views as possable so he could make a informed decision on his own and then that guy jumped in about knowledge. *a small smile bowing her lips*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Ahh, yes. I will speak to your fish, yes." He nods, picking up his coffee and sipping at it.

Anne Tralbor: A tilt of her head, blinking, and she picks up her camera. Idly listening, and sighting at the coffee shop and around, generally

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *grins abit at that* The only other thing really is I was going to tell you about a guy calling himself a mad hatter named robert. he has been crashing a lot of private parties and making a huge mess. Even dangerously so.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Man+Subt))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: 1,2,6,

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: Someone's not to good at hiding their emotions. His eyes widen a little in panic, and his lips curls with disgust. "Robert. I see. Do you know what he looks like?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *notes his reaction which alarms her a little bit as well, then shakes her head slightly* No, I don't I only heard about him. But... *seems unsure if she should say it but then apprently takes the plung* I know someone that does...

Anne Tralbor: Dum de do. Sighting through her camera lends, listening vaguely

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He frowns a little bit. "Who?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *pauses for a long moment looking at Griff* I really would rather not say. Not till I talk to them... I hope you understand. I could set up a talk though if you would be interasted.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: "Possibly." He pauses a moment. "Are we speaking of a young woman, approximately 19, purple eyes?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 2,3,7,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((was manp + Sub to not show a reaction))

Anne Tralbor: 10,2,2,2,3,5,

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: 5,10,10,6,

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Per+Subterfuge))

Anne Tralbor: Anen isn't overly paying attention to them, having spotted someone down the street acting a tad shadioly. So spying through her telephoto lens at them

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *pauses a moment* I think it would just be best if I set up a meet. *glances outside* I can head down the street and place a call and we can go from there if your willing to wait her a few mins. *glancing to Anne with a smile* Anne is good company.

Anne Tralbor: An eyebrow raise, head emerging from peering into the camera. A bright smile a moment, peering out at the sunshine outside

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He pruses his lips and looks at her. "Roxy...I would speak with you privately for a moment, if you do not mind."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *bites her lip a moment and if she has just fucked up might be best if Anne wasn't caught in the short crossfire* Um alright. Hey Anne, I'll be right back ok, just need to discuss something. *offers the girl a soft reasuring smiles but seems nervous*

Anne Tralbor: She shrugs, and nods, patting Ana's wrist idly

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *gets up and indicates outside for griff and then moves outside herself where there is more street noise to cover up whatthey say*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: She stands up, and follows the woman outside, after a nod to Anne. His hands move to fold behind his back as he walks.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: He regards her calmly, speaking quietly. "I can only assume you are speaking of Tansy Sansretti, Roxy. Am I correct?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *stands there close to him so they can talk softly, and it doesn't take much for him to know the girl is nervous but also seems pretty determined*

Anne Tralbor: And now, carefully, she re-aims the telephoto lens to take in the two, watching body movements and lips if she can

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He converses quietly with her, his demeanor outwardly calm, though a defiite undercurrent of tension marks his posture.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: Wether I am or not, I can't say at this time. For all i know your him playing me. *licks her lips nervously* I can promise I will talk to the person tell them about you and the situtation and if they want take you to them. But i won't... just put any risk on them.

Anne Tralbor: 3,7,4,3,7,3,

Anne Tralbor: (Perception + Stealth. She's not at her best this early in the morning)

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: "Do not tell Tansy about me, Roxy. At the very least, do not call me by my given name. Refer to me as Aconite." His eyes are locked on hers. "I would explain if I could...the only thing I can say is that if she were to know who I am, she would be in more danger then she already is."

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Do you mean Per+Alert?))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: *smiles faintly* now you put me in a postion I don't want to be in. If I can't tell the person then i don't know if they would consider you a danger and i could lead the wolf right to them. I think your going to have to convince me your on the up and up. Maybe a truth charm would ease my mind.

Anne Tralbor: (No. Trying to see and not BE seen. So sneaky watching.)

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anne Tralbor: ((That would typically be two rolls; Per+Alert & Dex+Stealth.))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anne Tralbor: ((Just an FYI. *S*))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: "How much has Tansy told you about her past, Roxy?"

Anne Tralbor -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((If you say so. Getting nothing, then. Ta))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: *cocks her head, not giving in* Lets just say i know the story behind Robert, maybe not all the details but enough to know what he did and who all he has done it too and what he seems to be after.

Anne Tralbor: She fiddles a few moments, then shrugs, finishing her coffee and packing her things away. Stowing her camera case to her shoulder, standing, and heading out; turning away from the chattering two

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: His eyes flash darkly for just a moment. "All of those people he has 'done it to' were friends of mine. Sonja Reed, Euthanatos. Naomi Sansretti, her mother. Also an Ecstatic. Andromeda. Verbena. Belladonna, my wife. Verbena. There are two members of our cabal remaining, myself and a woman named Amara Astarte, who I have not seen in years, and may very well have died, as well."

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anne Tralbor: ((I'm sorry...I didn't mean to upset you. Was just trying to clarify for you how we do that here on-site.))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((Delete the "Also an"))

Anne Tralbor -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Hey, it's fine *grins* Don't fret it))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: *seems nervous as hell but holds her ground* I'm sorry to hear that, but you have to understand I only have your word this is all true. Would you lead me to Amara on just my word I wasn't a threat to her considering the situtation? *raises a brow and crosses her arms looking scared but determined*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anne Tralbor: ((Okay...just making sure.))

Anne Tralbor -> Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((Don't worry about it. Anne's heading off is purely her not wanting to waste her day off sitting in a cafe waiting on people. Sunbathing to be had))

Anne Tralbor: And she heads off through the streets, buying a couple of cold bottles of water, heading for the greener areas of the city

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *is far to intent on griff. pretty nervous and looking maybe a little scared but also pretty dertemined*

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop] -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: He quirks a slight smile, even as his eyes keep that hint of anger in his eyes. It's not directed at her, though it doesn't prevent it from heading her way. "If I knew where she was, I would. However, she vanished into the Umbra, from here in New York as a matter of fact, as I understand, a few years ago. That is why I initially came here, was to find her. Unfortunately, the trail is lost." He looks at her a moment, considering. "I have physical proof as to my identity and associations, but I'm afraid you must trust me enough to visit my home."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *feels like her heart is a bass drum beating against her ribcage, knowing this could be important maybe vitally important. Licks her lips as they and her mouth has gone dry but still looking as fierce and determined as she can look* Alright but i still make no promises on my end unless you fully convince me. *said in a tone while a little shaking assures that her decloration is not up for debate*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((*picks up the PM and hands it to Griff...* opps))

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: ((S'okay, I think we can go public now. Just us, after all. *G*)) He nods. "That will be up to you to decide. Is now a good time?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances around and see's anne left and frowns a little then looks back to Griff and nods. more than a little scare she knows if she is wrong no one knows where she is and she will be totally on her own* yeah, now works.

Griffen Aston [9 am Columbia U Coffee Shop]: He nods, and turns to head off, toward the campus ((Off to Res?))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((kay))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *follows behind Griff as he leads towards campus*

GRIFFEN'S APARTMENT

Griffen Aston: He lives in a fairly nice apartment building near-campus. When he lets them in, they step into a large apartment, very spartanly-decorated. The place is set up for functionality rather then style, with a few tapestries hangings on the wall and little else. ((Per+Awareness))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 9,8,6,10,3,4,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *follows him up, breifly smirking wondering what anyone from campus might think seeing him lead a young girl like her up to his apartment*

Griffen Aston: The apartment is heavily warded, quite obviously. He doesn't seem too concerned about other people's opinions. He closes the door behind her, heading for the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *follows him in and seems unsure if she should keep following but eventually does letting a little more space open up and at a slightly slower pace. Looking around the apartment. Noting weapons and escape routes*

Griffen Aston: ((Roll Per+Alert or Invest))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 5,2,7,6,9,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((perc+ alert... no inves))

Griffen Aston: Escape routes are the front door, back balcony; he lives on the fourth floor, though. Roxy does notice a few melee weapons on the wall; swords, not the recreations, but the real things. Look old, too. A staff leans against the corner.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *tries to mentally catalouge it all just incase so she can go to them at once if she is screwing up*

Griffen Aston: ((Corner of the room)) He pauses before they hit either of the two bedrooms and utrns around to face her. His face is solemn, watching her. "I am trusting you with a lot, Roxy, simply because I must. I warn you, though. Do not betray it. I am Verbena, and I very much believe in the old ways. I say this not as a threat, but as a warning. You understand?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods, and does her best not to show fear but most likely not very well* Yeah I got it, just know if this isn't up and up. You will see my best.*no point to threaten she is fairly sure they both know what any confrontantional outcome would be, but she just wants him to know she won't go quietly*

Griffen Aston: He studies her for a moment, then nods, turning into the left bedroom. This appears to be his sleeping chambers, again, quite spartan. Not even a bed; merely a bunkroll in the corner. He moves to the closet, opening the door and reaching inside. He comes out with a wooden box, about two feet in either direction, and a foot deep. He takes a seat, cross-legged, in the middle of the room and sets it down in front of him. Eyes travel up to meet hers.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *she moves over to him once he sits and sits down mimicing him across from him. Taking a moment to took her skirt between her legs as she sits down and makes sure it stays there once she is settled*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((took = tuck.... obviously*G*))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((took just conjuries all kinds of inapproperate images in that context*G*))

Griffen Aston: A brief nod, and he looks to the box. He withdraws a key, inserting it into the lock on his side, and lifts the lid, revealing a history of a cabal in photos, letters, and less enjoyably, newspaper articles of murders. The large box is fairly full of all types of papers, as well as a few other items. A silver ring, twisted into a rose that consists of rubies, with one "petal" missing. An athame, stained with dried blood. A large, battered wood-carved pentacle. A shattered wand. And other such things.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glancing to him to make sure he wants to look at it all and read it. She starts lifting the stuff up, first reading things and then looking at items occasional* ((unless he stops her of course))

Griffen Aston: He remains there, watching her solemnly, letting her sort through the box.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston: ((I am guess one of the artical talks about Tansy mother and that whole deal since Tansy told Roxy about that and a few other detials))

Griffen Aston -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((Yep. All the newspaper articles deal with the various deaths in the cabal. All of them are described as killed in "ritual fashion, suggesting an occult or Satanic group." The dates and locations are: Sonja, Los Angeles, June 15, 1991. Naomi Sansretti, June 17, 1991. Julia "Belladonna" Aston, Denver, March 12, 1995. Virgina "Andromeda" Green, Las Vegas, January 27, 2005.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *once she has read everyone once and in some cases twice and looked at every item she finally looks back up to him* Ok... I will call her... from a payphone but you can be there. I will not tell her your name but I will tell her your related to all this and have information that might help. I have one stipulation and that is I want to know what you know about Robert and whats really going on... all of it the truth.

Griffen Aston -> Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Everything else is just literally a wealth of letters from one to the other, photos of a younger Griffen with all thr others, or just the others, or just Griffen...so on. They really, really seemed close. Griffen can be estimated in the pictures as being anywhere from 18 to 30 in them, making the pics anywhere from 20 to 5 years old. And it goes on and on.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston: ((Kay, I figured most of it was the artials and really that was all she had to go on to see if he was maybe who he claimed))

Griffen Aston: A long, looooong moment as he watches her, that face impassive. Finally, he nods, ever so slightly. "Agreed. I will tell you what I know. Which is, regrettably, not much more then is located in here. But you must agree to keep such information from Tansy, as the knowledge could put her in dnager."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *some how just knew he ws going to say that and doesn't seem surprised at all but it... not happy to hear it, but not surprised. Thinks a moment* Alright I don't like it, but I agree. Unless i feel it becomes a greater danger to her life than not knowing.

Griffen Aston: He nods. "All right, then." He places all the items back in the box as he starts speaking. "Robert Wright was the senior member of our cabal. He was a member of the Celestial Chorus...an odd choice, to associate with a large group of Verbena and Ecstatics, to be sure. But he was a good man, a bit harsh and zealous, perhaps, but he was dedicated to the cabal, and to all of us. Especially Naomi and Andromeda."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods as she listens trying to focus only on his words, trying to memorises what he says word for word best she can*

Griffen Aston: He pauses, picking up the silver ring and looking at it for a long moment before setting it carefully back in the box. "I don't know when he went insane. At some point, he started to become colder...more distant. He began to speak to Naomi and Andromeda about splitting from the rest of us, forming a smaller cabal. He tried to convert them away from their Traditions to Christianity and the Chorus. He had to know it wouldn't have happened...but when it didn't, I believe his refusal to accept the situation warped his mind."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *listens and that does answer one of her small questions she had*

Griffen Aston: "Robert tried to hide it well, pretending to be normal, and he did a good job. But he was in permanent Quiet. In his world, anyone who wasn't Christian was a servant of the devil. Quite literally. He could see their Avatars, in his own warped perspective as demons and monsters." He pauses. "Bella noticed it first. The way he looked at us, shut himself off. She warned us, and Naomi, who was pregnant with Tansy at the time, panicked. She fled Seattle. That pretty much broke up the cabal. Bella and I stayed in Seattle...Adnromeda went to Nevada. Sonja went looking for Robert, who had caught on."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nodding a bit still listening, expecing him to go on*

Griffen Aston: "Amara stayed in Seattle as well."

Griffen Aston: He sighs a little. "Anyway, several years passed. Bella, Amara, and I moved on to Denver. We heard nothing, as much as we tried, until 1991. We got a call from Sonja, saying she'd tracked down Naomi, and she was in Los Angeles. We made immediate preparations to travel, and arrived in Los Angeles. Sonja and Naomi met up with us. She'd had her child...Tansy, of course. She was quite scared. We talked about getting everyone together, hiding Tansy, and hutning Robert down. Before we got the chance...Robert struck. He found Sonja and tortured her to death. And then he found Naomi."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit to this, like she already knew it or maybe just tyring to look sagely*

Griffen Aston: "We found Naomi before the police got there." He nods to the athame. "That was lying on the ground...I can only assume Tansy took it out of her mother. We couldn't get to Tansy--the police had her--so we decided that foster care would be best. Robert couldn't find her that way." He looks Roxy in the eyes, his own greys intense. "According to Sonja, Robert believes he has a mission in life...to take young people, potential Awakened, and convert them to his line of thinking...the Way, as he puts it. Unfortunately, that means driving them insane and into quiet. Since Tansy was the first, he seems fixated on her. He's determined to find her and drive her into Quiet. In the meantime, he's done so to countless children. That has been my goal over the last five or six years...hunting down his children and ending their pain."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods somenly not wanting to think on the toll that would take on a purpose* I think you left out the part where he was her father. *watching his face for a reaction, granted it is a guess but a educated guess*

Griffen Aston: "He's not." He frowns a little, shaking his head. he seems quite sincere and honest about it.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs a bit* I think thats what she thinks. So who is her father then?*noting he seems very sure Robert isn't which of course gives her idea's*

Griffen Aston: "The father was a Sleeper that Naomi had been seeing on and off. Michael Bagher. He's dead by Robert's hand, too."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: You going to tell her that? She deserves to know and will want to know.

Griffen Aston: "At some point, yes, I will." He nods. "My difficulty is that Robert seems to have tracked all the members of the cabal down. He's can't find Tansy, though...there's a reason for that. And if she comes in contact with me and finds out all of this, then he could track her through me, conceivably."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *blinks at that* Then why do you want to meet her? Wouldn't that put her in the very danger your trying to help her avoid?

Griffen Aston: He regards her oddly. "At what point have I said I wanted to meet with her, Roxy? Point in fact, you've pushed that issue. All I've asked is that you not tell her who I am."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *looks confused by that* Um I thought for sure you said you wanted to meet her. *looks very sincere about that*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones -> Griffen Aston: ((I really would have swore he said he did, I must have misread it*L*))

Griffen Aston: "You asked in the cafe if I wanted to meet her, I asked who she was, and then asked you not to tell her about me. Truth be told, I don't want to meet with her. I don't want to put her in any danger."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *giggles a bit and shakes her head* Ok doesn't changes much but i thought you wanted to meet her. Ok that makes more sense now. *then gets serious again* She's pregnent. *said rather matter of factly* Which means we need to deal with Robert soon. I will help you track him down and deal with him and try to get help but I can't promise at this point more than myself. But we need to do it and soon.

Griffen Aston: He nods. "I agree. See who you can find; I will do the same." He pauses, and nods to her, his face still that same stone mask. "Thank you, Roxy."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *gets him and kisses his foward* Your welcome but I'm not doing this for you. I like you and all but... *just shrugs* I will be in touch in a day or two to let you know whats up. Think you can track him?

Griffen Aston: He blinks, looking entirely uncomfortable at the kiss, but maintains his composure for the most part. "Tracking him is neither difficult nor easy, paradoxically...as is the case with most things surrounding Marauders. The best way is to find his latest target...not Tansy, but his newest child target...and use them, loathe as the idea is, to draw him out."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((err gets up and kisses his foward))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit and ponders a moment* You said he likes child mages right? What about young girl mages? think that might draw him out?

Griffen Aston: "Pre-teens is what he goes for."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: So a young teen girl newly awakened wouldn't draw him in you don't think? *fairly obvious what she is thinking* I am just not comfortable putting a kid in that postion, I can pull off pretty young when i need to.

Griffen Aston: "I doubt it. By the teenage years, most people have formed their opinions, and have already lost their innocence. They are impure, to him. We can always attempt it, though."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods at that and thinks some more then a very slow smile creeps across her lips* Yeah but your good with living things right? Like maybe changing shapes of people to look like someone else? I could get detials pictures of her and you could make me look like her... *trails off not needing to say more*

Griffen Aston: He raises a brow. "That is quite a risk. You would be willing to do so?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs a bit* As opposed to risking her or some poor kid? *nods obviously not "happy" with the risk but also seemingly just as determined not to risk a innocent, then gives a lopsided smile* Unless you would rather look like her that is.

Griffen Aston: "I am good, but not THAT good." He considers for a moment, then nods. "If we can minimize the risks, it is a good plan."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods in agreement, though looking a bit nervous at the idea* yeah avoiding risk to innocents is the most important thing, taking him down is second and then the rest of our safty is last. *shrugs a bit* Don't get me wrong I don't want to die but fuck it you only live once and i would rather go out raging against the night than fading away quietly. *said as if that should explain it all*

Griffen Aston: He stares at her for a moment, then nods, shutting the box lid and locking it. He stands up, picks the box up, and puts it back in the closet before shutting the dor.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *puts her her best little brave smile she can even though she really isn't feeling it* I have on request though. Before we go to try and take him down make arragnements so that if we don't make it that box goes to Tansy.

Griffen Aston: He pauses as he shuts the door, still facing away, and nods. "Of course. That has been the plan."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods at that taking his word* Alright well i am going to head out and see what all I can find to help us. I will be in touch in a day or two regardless, I would like to make the attempt with in a week. ((next sundays mage game might work well... huh what a conidence))

Griffen Aston: He nods a little, and turns to look at her impassively. "All right. We'll try for it within the week."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Well I am going to head out then if there is nothing else. I think I will avoid her other than getting what I need so you can work you mojo. *then unless he says something she heads for the door and wonders just what the hell she is thinking*

Griffen Aston: He just lets her go, following her to the door and shutting it behind her.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((ok defently a interasting scene and not what i expected defently had fun though. Guess you will clean this room with dots huh?))

Griffen Aston: ((I coitenly will. *G*))