Brigitte: Brigitte reaches over to the bedside table of the anonymous hotel room and picks up her cell. Bringing the bedspread snugly to her chin, she places a call to dara.

Dara : *walking along the street by the sounds in teh background of the phone when she answers* 'lo?

Brigitte: "Dara, hi." She says in a soft tone. "I'm sorry I wasn't on the rooftops, love.."

Dara : *its a moments pause, stopping walking for a moment, the soft clicking from inside her mouth heard clearly over the phone*.....s'allright...figgered....prolly wasnt good idea anyhoo after.......*she sounds reaaal off/quiet*

Brigitte: "I just wanted to let you know that I'm alright. I.. I don't know. I guess I should steer clear of the dmz to avoid something like that happening again. I don't mean to cause any trouble.."

Dara : ya didnt...not with me......didnt do anythin that I saw.....I mean....she 'ttacked you right?

Brigitte: She gives a tiny nod, not that she can see it. "She did. I.. I was trying to help her. She's a member of the court I was in. She's hunted by another party, one that I know how to catch. When I mentioned helping her with it.. she.." her voice softens ".. tried to kill me."

Dara : y'don need ta 'splain.....I know ya didn' do nothin......an...Im glad ta know yer ok.......glad ta know summuns ok least....

Brigitte: "Dara, love.. Are you alright?"

Dara : sometimes yeah sometimes naw, but right now Im dealin.......

Brigitte: "Love.. You know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here for you."

Dara : yeah..I know...s'what most other people been sayin......but...thanks......'preciate it pretty lady.....*theres a touch of a smile to her voice for a moment there*

Dara : aint much ta really talk bout, t'be honest.....

Brigitte: She nods, curling up on the bed in a girlish pose speaking softly into the phone "I'm sure they do. You're a very special girl. I love you a great deal. If there's anything I can do to make things better for you, you will let me know right?"

Dara : *taking a deep breath, it comes out semi shakey when she lets it out, voice softer, audibly sad* dont think theres really anythin ta make anythin better....but....if I can think of anythin...Ill letcha know.......an I aint that special....jes yer reglar every day dara....thas all

Brigitte: She gives a soft laugh "I'll have you know dara's are very special. They're my very favorite kind of girl. Do you have my number, love?"

Dara : new one.....?*looking to the phone display to see if its in there/listed for the current caller*

Brigitte: (it is listed on the id)

Dara : yeah....I gots it now....s'not a prollem......*still rather quiet sounding*

Brigitte: "Alright, love. You call me if you need anything. Even if you just need to talk. Please? You've been there for me more times than I can count.."

Dara : I....yeah...Ill keepit in mind.....might.....might mebbe call...ifn yer up fer it....later t'night.....gotta....go ta summuns fer dinner right now.....'theyre worried bout me' an shit....so......*sighing, shrugging, evne though it cant be seen*

Brigitte: "Anytime, love. Maybe soon we can take another trip. I could use some time away.. you sound like you could too. I'll talk to you later. I love you." She blinks, listening with a squint to the voice in her head.

Dara : yeah...mebbe.....almos sounds good......*sighing softly again*....later ouesti...love ya too....

Brigitte: She hangs up the phone and squirms over to place it onthe bedside table, blanket slipping off her back. "Jamal. I'm extrordinarily free."

Brigitte'sHead: "How are you." Vocie croaky, his scar look like there not going to heal they look nasty!

Brigitte: She gives a tiny sigh, raising up from under the blankets with a sideways stretch. She wears nothing but an innocent smile. "Better. Keiko helped me. Jarod's been looking after me. What.. What happened, love?"

Brigitte'sHead: "I was attacked by the Garou and I'am glad you have been healed, please take this second chance seriously Ousti, I love you and it killed me to hear what happened."

Brigitte: "The what? Garoo?" She gives a tiny squint and moves over to the bathroom, idly. "I am taking it seriously, love. I didn't even fight Cherry back. I didn't report that she broke the treaty, or anything."

Brigitte: She gives a tiny look of understanding, shaking her head "Werewolves? What did.. I mean.. What happened? Are you alright? Why did they do this to you?" She gives a soft look into the mirror and reaches for her brush.

Brigitte: She nods, running the brush down her soft blonde locks "So when are you coming over, then? You know I can smooth them over for you."

Brigitte: The young girl's cheeks pinken and she blinks sheepishly down to the sink, still running the brush through her hair. "I.. know. I never meant for any of this to happen. I want to make it right. I love you, crimsonstar."

Brigitte: She nods. "I was too stubborn to know I needed help. I'm sorry.. I know now. Please.. come over. Let me help you."

Brigitte: She shakes her head adamantly "I haven't. Like I said I was approached by the slayer. I played along, as to be trusted. That way when we set him up, he'll come when I ask."

Brigitte'sHead: He nods "I was ther one that convinced Keiko to heal you, if you betray that...." He looks down then up "please don't, I could not bear it agin!"

Brigitte: She looks up with a sad gaze to the mirror "Crimsonstar.. What do you want me to say? I've said I'm sorry.. If I could take it all back I would. I never would have formed the pact with tansy.. or angel for that matter. Or.. Shania.. Her bright emerald eyes well up with tears "At the time.. I thought I was helping them.. I didn't know it would turn out like this."

Brigitte'sHead: "Robin." He smiles a few scars marr it but it is a smile

Brigitte: She looks shamefully down to the sink "Have you talked to Vic?"

Brigitte: She blinks to the mirror with a look of concern "Why, love? What happened?"

Brigitte: She raises a brow at that "Victor and his lady are having problems.. and that's your fault?"

Brigitte: She gives a tiny sigh, and lays the brush down on the sink. "And without me there to talk him out of his violent urges.. it has the potential to get rather ugly. I can't even remember how many times he came to me.. claiming to want your head before I talked him down."

Brigitte: She leans over to run some warm water in the tub, stepping in daintily "Come over. Please? I'm lonely.." She gives a subtle bat of the lashes, a look of genuine innocence.

Brigitte: She rattles off a hotel and room number in the downtown area. "Jarod's here." She gives a soft laugh "Well.. not RIGHT here.." She gives a tiny splash in the tub. "Probably in the other room."

Brigitte: Her cheeks gain another patch of pink on them "You weren't invited for that."

Brigitte'sHead: "Robin I will see you shortly"

Thomas Judge: He goes to the hotel room told, armour on, still on guard.

Brigitte: The young girl idly splashes in the tub, waiting for company to arrive.

Jarod Freeman: He's sitting in the main room, clove in-hand, semi-slumped. Expression is neutral...he looks a bit tired, perhaps, a bit muted. Most of his attention is on one door or the other...listening for sounds of the window being opened in the bedroom, or footsteps approaching the main door.

Thomas Judge: He knocks on the door ((Awareness 9))

Brigitte: d10: per+aware: 3,3,5,2,

Jarod Freeman: d10: Per+Aware: 7,9,9,3,7

Thomas Judge -> Jarod Freeman: ((Something magical outside the room))

Jarod Freeman: He stiffens a little bit, hand going inside the trench coat as he rises. He heads to the door, looking through the peephole to make sure it's who he's expecting. Once he's sure, the hand slips back out, and he unlocks and opens the door. "Hey."

Brigitte: Oblivious, the young girl continues to idly splash in the tub, humming a tiny tune to herself

Thomas Judge: He smiles to Jarod four long scars running down his face chopping his eyebrow into four sections and running down to his mid cheek and they look healed "Evenin' china."

Brigitte: There's a splash when the girl stands from the tub. She snags a towel and wraps the tiny thing loosely around her person, not bothering to dry off before entering the main room.

Jarod Freeman: He blinks. "The fuck happened to you, man? Someone go after you?" He opens the door to let him in, surprised by the man's face.

Thomas Judge: He walks in "I was attacked by the Garou, a werewolf."

Brigitte: The young girl makes a quick pace for Thomas with a flash of concern.

Jarod Freeman: "Jesus." He watches the man closely as Brigette comes up, keeping an eye out for any sudden moves from Thomas. Protective, definitely, especially with wierd mojo popping off of him.

Brigitte: She runs a hand over one of the scars with a loving look to Thomas "Sweet Lucifer.. Why would anyone DO this to you.."

Thomas Judge: He watches Brigitte a concern there himself.

Thomas Judge: "Cos they needed to be saved an the garou enslave humanity as breedin' cattle."

Brigitte: Brigitte runs a hand slowly over the scars with a soft kiss to the man's cheek. "I'll fix you up, love. It's the least I can do.."

Jarod Freeman: He's quiet, watching them with a curious brow raised, exrpession otherwise even.

Brigitte: d10: remove scars: 2,6,10,1,7,

Brigitte: (how many sux would I need for all of it? would it all could as one alteration or separate ones?)

Jarod Freeman: ((Removing these scars, as they all came from one attack...that's enough.))

Brigitte: (danke) When the girl pulls her hand from his face she leans back with a pretty smile "There's my beautiful crimsonstar."

Thomas Judge: "Thank you Ouesti." He does seem thankful as he takes a seat a cough coming from his pocket.

Brigitte: The girl trails behind him idly, slipping the towel from her person and bringing it to run over her wet locks. "I missed you, Jamal."

Thomas Judge: He lights his cough "Gald to see you in one piece Keiko cam back an said she 'ad healed ya." He looks to both of them "she is robin ain't she!"

Jarod Freeman: "She's a good sort, yeah." He gives a faint smile, and moves away from the duo, going back toward the window and his chair.

Brigitte: She nods with a soft smile to the man, hanging her towel over her shoulder "She's a doll." she lets out a soft laugh, walking in a loose circle around the two. Being pent up seems to be taking its toll. "I remember the first time I saw her. At the club."

Thomas Judge: "Go on?" Eyes looking to the woman and suprisingly to her face not her body.

Brigitte: "It was back in Los Angeles. I wanted to take Tansy to the clubs.." her eyes float to the carpet with an odd stare. ".. since it was too dangerous for her to be out and about around here. While out we ran into Keiko."

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little to the conversation, vaguely remembering L.A. The seat is retaken, and he takes a drag off his cigarette, watching the both of them and listening.

Thomas Judge: He nods "And about Tansym is si un-thralled?" He looks to Ouesti those blue ethereal eyes staring into her.

Thomas Judge: ((And about Tansy is she un-thralled))

Brigitte: She gives a sad sgh, bringing a delicate hand to her stomach with a worried look "I know as soon as I let the pact fade, she'll attack me again. She said herself she wants me dead."

Thomas Judge: That geta harder look off him "The agreement was you grt healed an she gets freed, if yuou are sorry for the harlem we will protect you from her, I believe in second chances what chance 'ave we for savin' humanity if we can'r forgive our own?, but you let her go....now!"

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at Brigette, his eyes dulling some. "Ouestucati...we've been over this. You know I'll protect you, if she does actually go after you."

Jarod Freeman: "Jamal." He rises to his feet. "Back down, now. There's no need to threaten here."

Brigitte: She runs a nervous hand up her arm "I am." She says, sheepishly "I'm going to, I know. I made a promise.. and I keep my promises. I'm just.. scared, alright?"

Thomas Judge: He looks over to Jarod eyes meeting his but speakling to the other "Ouesti if you want my backing you will hold to your word now."

Thomas Judge: Eyes turn then to her "Honour?"

Jarod Freeman: He remains where he is, meeting Thomas's gaze evenly. No threat, but not backing down from his words.

Brigitte: She inches toward Jarod with a scared look to the man, waiting for him to say something.

Thomas Judge: He stands when nothing is said.

Brigitte: She clings to Jarod with a terrified look to Thomas "Why are you doing this? I told you I'm going to release her, and I will. Is it wrong to watch my own ass? To want SOME kind of closure in this whole clusterfuck?"

Jarod Freeman: "All right, everyone. Relax for about thirty seconds here." He looks between them. "No one's going to be doing anything to each other. Let's just talk this out, find a resolution. All right?"

Thomas Judge: The voice the angel so ethereal, so heavenly ”I'am with Jarod, if you are honest in your mistake, we are not the word, we can forgive, I want to trust you again, I made a promise, if you not release her now you shall forgo any protection from me, you know I will protect you if you do offer it, I'am an fallen of my word, all I ask is that from you honour it in return, in the beginning all we had was the word and now all we have is each others."

Brigitte: The young girl wraps both arms around jarod's waist with the same terrified look, shaking.

Jarod Freeman: "Ouestucati." He looks to her, calmly...acutely aware that she's clinging to him, of course. His arm slips around her shoulders, a supportive gesture. "What's it going to take for you to release Tansy? Previously, you said that when you reached full health, and you were sure you were safe, you'd do it. Do you not think we can protect you?"

Thomas Judge: A discussion he can wait for, his terms were clearly laid out, he pulls out another cough lighting it, and suddenly seeming far more the leader than he ever was before.

Brigitte: She buries the side of her face against the man's shoulder, speaking skittishly. "I.. I don't know. I'm just.. I'm sorry." She blinks down to the carpet "I'll do it.. I don't suppose I'll ever be any safer than right now.." A skeptical undertone in her voice.

Thomas Judge: "If you do it and truly repent for your actions you will be welcomed back to the fold, I will inform her that any action against you will be not tolerated, I do not mind being cast as the bad guy 'ere."

Jarod Freeman: He squeezes his arm around the girl's shoulder. "You know I won't let anything happen to you, love. I've never lied to you, and I'm not starting now. I'll keep you safe."

Brigitte: "I think I've got that slot filled quite snugly, Jamal." she says bitterly with a tiny kiss to Jarod's neck. "Thank you, love. I appreciate it."

Brigitte -> Jarod Freeman: (she does in fact cut the pact)

Thomas Judge: He watches Jarod and Brigitte wondering if he did make the right choice sending him, but that is why it is called faith, he hoped for her he really did.

Jarod Freeman: He nods to her. "Of course."

Brigitte: Brigitte flashes thomas a sad glance "When you talk to tansy.. could you tell her I'm sorry?"

Thomas Judge: He nods "I can."

Brigitte: She gives a tiny nod and a loving smile to tom, leaning against Jarod "Thank you."

Jarod Freeman: He's quiet, watching them both, arm still around the other Defiler. Expression calm.

Thomas Judge: He stands there a moment but still has no word "Ouestucati, the pact, please, in the current stae it is not just Tansy but the children that will hbe harmed, and I can not allow this. Please, show your word, your honor, show you can be a savior once more."

Brigitte: She leans weakly against jarod "The pact is gone, jamal. I can't hurt her anymore." She gives a pained squint down to the carpet "I would never intentionally hurt my boys.."

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Sub (WP): 2,2,1,2,4,8,

Thomas Judge: ((To see if she is lying))

Thomas Judge: ((To see if she is lying))

Thomas Judge: He allows a smile to crease his lips "Thank you Ouesti, you 'ave my backing, lets not see this redemption go to waste. I will take me leavem inform The Circle an Tansy, thank you Ouesti" He does seem truly glad she has listened to reason.

Brigitte: She nods with a sad look down to the carpet. She slips away from Jarod, not wanting to crowd the man. "Thanks, Jamal. I love you."

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little bit to Thomas, relaxing a bit as Thomas smiles...not quite realizing how tense he was. He really didn't want to have to get his ass kicked by the Devil, had it come to that.

Thomas Judge: "I 'ave discovered another fallen in New York, a slayer, she 'as a robin name, I told 'er of both courts but she 'as willin' joined the cirle. Ouesti, wen you 'ave lemon I would like to talk to you 'bout the slayer that came to you. However I think we can all say today 'as been enough for everyone. Merry Christmas or so am told, an al the best."

Jarod Freeman: A slight smile quirks his lips. "You too, Thomas. Be well, and be safe. I'll talk to you soon."

Brigitte: She nods "I want to help. I can easily draw him out. Be careful, love."

Thomas Judge: He walks to the door and looks over his shoulder "I know 'ow the other courts 'as fallen down, an I respect 'ow you won't leave it, but considerin' all we are up against an the trials we 'ave endured, would it kill you to think about joinin' us, we do robin just ask Baby an Cherry. Like I said back in the day, For humanity, for freedom, forever." He nods then leaves.

Jarod Freeman: Something about Thomas's words. wound him, but he covers the pain quickly. "We'll see."

Brigitte: She blinks with a worried look up to jarod "Baby and Cherry are with their circle now?"

Jarod Freeman: "Not that I know of." He frowns, and turns away, going back to his favorite spot in the hotel room...facing the window. "At least, they haven't told me if they have."

Brigitte: She walks up behind his seat and lays her hands on his shoulders, giving them a gentle rub trying to relax the man "We'll figure everything out, Melioth. It'll be alright."

Thomas Judge: ((And in case I don't see you both before the big day. Rav, Scar, Merry Christmas and all the best for the new year (Though I hope to see you before then), all my love! *hugs*))

Brigitte: ((*BIG hugs!* danke danke))

Jarod Freeman: ((*hugs back* See you, Judas! Thanks!))

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah." He says it quietly, staring out to the streets. "I just...it's funny. I thought their Court was going to be the problem. Not ours."

Brigitte: She nods, rubbing the man's shoulders. "I know what you mean. What happened to everything? I mean.. I know we weren't as tightly organized as I would have liked.. but it seems like everything's falling apart, love.."

Jarod Freeman: "I don't know." A sigh. "I...well, I know some. We lost focus, for one. Too busy sniping at each other to make anything work. Cherry's spending more time with Thomas's court then she is with ours. I never trusted it to work. Victor..." He shrugs. "The man's too much bile, too many self-percieved targets. And he can't seem to focus that anger...it goes off on random people. Lydia's vanished. And Cameron's just kind of...there."

Brigitte: She gives a tiny nod, continuing to rub the man's shoulders "I need to get back in touch with Vic. Assuming that he isn't after my head.. I can usually talk him out of most of his self-perceived targets. I think that's the only thing that's kept him at bay for as long as this.."

Jarod Freeman: "See..." He shakes his head, turning to face the girl. "That's part of the problem. We're not resolving our problems...we're keeping them at bay. Look at us, Ouestucati. Look at our Court. Cherry's pissed at everyone, Victor threatens to kill a different person every other week, fuck knows what Baby's doing, you've got your torment issues, I don't trust anything...and we're looking for band-aids. And meanwhile, Cernunnos is just taking all the time he needs to build his power structure and take over."

Brigitte: She nods with a loving smile down to the man "And how do you feel we should rectify the situation? My host knew a man.. someone who was consorting with the lord of chains. It.. might not be too hard to lure him to a trap. We could get information out of him. Perhaps find a weak spot."

Jarod Freeman: He considers that, nodding. "That's...not a bad idea. The more we can learn about him, the better." He reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose. "Cherry, maybe I can talk to...try to get her to see reason. I'm not sure about Victor...we've tried everything that I know of. Reason, threats, support...we have to try and reach him, somehow. We'll have to see what we can do there. You and I...I guess we'll just have to work on our issues." A weak sort of smile.

Brigitte: She casts another loving smile his way and leans over to kiss his forehead. "Everything will word itself out, love. You'll see. I'll talk to Victor. I think he needs support moer than anything right now. Especially if his lady just left him. He was.. somewhat attached to her. He is probably very fragile right now."

Brigitte: (10 min warning)

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah." He nods a little, smiling a little more genuinely when she kisses his forehead. "Just...be careful. You never know when he may be serious, and we know how dangerous he can be. Not in person, and when you go...I'll go with you, if you want. Talk it out as a Circle."

Brigitte: She nods with a tiny laugh "I wouldn't do a face to face with him alone, love. I'm not nearly the flake Elijah was. Thank lucifer." She flashes him a pretty wink.

Jarod Freeman: "Hey...I'll have you know, I rather liked Elijah." A little grin, somewhat sad...not overriding, just a hint. "Though I'll admit, I think that was largely because of you."

Brigitte: She runs a hand over the man's hair "I'm still here, love. Don't be sad." She gives the top of his head a tiny kiss.

Jarod Freeman: "I know you are." He nods a little, leaning forward a bit, into the kiss. "And I'm glad for that. Very glad."

Brigitte: She turns and moves back toward the bedroom with a subtle sway of the hips "So.. I take it now that I've dropped the pact, you're going to abandon me.." She gives a soft laugh "I don't blame you. I suppose if I had someone to go home to, I would."

Jarod Freeman: "No." He shakes his head, watching her heading toward the bedroom. "I told you, I'll keep you safe. Until I'm sure that you are, I'm staying here."

Brigitte: She nods, brushing the door open with a delicate hand "At least come lay down with me. You look exhausted."

Jarod Freeman: A sigh, and he nods a bit, heading toward the bedroom door. "Well, keeping you safe is a demanding task," he offers as a weak joke. "You're so popular as of late..." It's said with no malice intended, just a poor attempt to lighten the mood. He used to be funny...honest.

Brigitte: She gives a tiny frown, crawling into the bed "I'm.. sorry. I don't mean to be." She blinks over her shoulder with a sad look to the man.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It...I didn't mean it like that. Making light of the situation, is all. I'm sorry." He strips trench and shirt off, kicking his shoes off as he moves to lie down.

Brigitte: She nods with the same sad look and wraps an arm over the man's chest in a loose hug. "It's.. alright. I deserve it." She goes quiet for a bit, then nuzzles her head to his chest "Melioth?"

Jarod Freeman: He looks down to her, an arm sliding over her shoulders. "Yes?"

Brigitte: She speaks softly without looking up to him "What would you do if Melody got pregnant.. then took your babies away from you?"

Jarod Freeman: His lips press tightly together. "I...I don't know, love. I really can't answer that. I can't say I wouldn't...do what you did. I also can't say I would. I'm sorry, I'm just not sure."

Brigitte: She remains still with her head on his chest "I.. wasn't much expecting an answer. But.. had to ask. It just.." She swallows "It hurts. So much, Malioth. Just.. knowing that I'll never get to see my boys.. Just because she decided it's best. Just like.. she was the one that decided we should have them to begin with. It's.. It's not fair."

Jarod Freeman: "No, it's not." He sighs. "It's...not fair to you, or to them. The situation isn't fair to anyone. Nothing's fair anymore, anywhere. If it was, you could be with Tansy and have the kids, she wouldn't have been in hiding, I wouldn't have to hide every time Melody's relatives came around...hell, if things were fair, we never would have lost. Never would have had to rebel. He ruined it all for us."

Brigitte: She takes a deep breat, his words comforting her oddly enough. She curls up against the man with a kiss to his chest. "I love you, Melioth." She mutters and lets her heavy lids sink closed.

Jarod Freeman: "Love you too, Ouestucati." He stays awake for a long while, just laying their with her, before he finally drifts off himself.

Brigitte: (danke! sleepy time for me too. *hugs*)

Jarod Freeman: ((*Hugs* Thank you too! Go sleep!))