Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He slinks his way through the Chantry's defensive outer shell, weaving expertly, invisibly, through the narrow winding path of debris, until he arrives at the front door, carrying a huge, thick, book covered in cracked leather and spattered with old, dubious stains. The thing must be ancient.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He's a big young man with skin pale as snow and eyes that burn like ice. He's by no means handsome, but he is instantly recogniseable. 6ft tall, built like an amateur weightlifter, somewhere in his early twenties; his cold blue eyes shine with a will that may one day be considered indomitable. His face is angular, cheeks severe, chin pointed, his nose straight and lips thin. His eyebrows are snow-white, and white hair flows back from his forehead, grading down to a bright electric blue at the tips just below his shoulders. He wears a white polo-neck sweater, white leather pants, and a long white leather coat that ends in electric-blue "flames" licking at the hem around his ankles. Around his neck on a black leather thong hangs a silver pendant, an evil-eye with a bright turquoise sat dead centre.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He boots open the door and strides into the Four Elements.

Lawrence Castlewaye: Slight shifts as he approaches, the care taken to move invisibly. Moving through the mostly-deflected light with care, and then through the rubble with the practised ease of a climber. He doesn't carry much; a long black case, neat and taken care of

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: Once inside, he drops the invisibility. Stands in the hallway and glares around, reaquainting himself with the building.

Abbey Randelle: **Standing 5'6, Abby is beyond graceful, sliding like a ghost from place to place, each movement purposeful and smooth. At 19 years, She's thin and lithe, built like a gymnast, with long slender legs and a willowy frame, contrasted by a thick white woolen overcoat, that hangs just above the knees of white satin pants, tailored perfectly. Her hair is fashioned into a wispy pageboy, or bob, and from under the starkly white mass of thin strands stare two unwavering grey eyes, set into a pale triangular face. The only real color of note is that of her lips, which curl up in the corners as though she's enjoying some private joke. She's a picture of purity and class, voice never above a murmer. (app4-pure)**

Lawrence Castlewaye: Hard grey eyes, set in a somewhat rough-hewn face. Dark hair is cut short, just enough to be brushed back. Darker skin, weatherbeaten, but still, no fat on his face, or his body either, both still athletic and trim. He's not overly broad, in fact, slight around the shoulders, but well-muscled arms and wrists as thick as his elbows. For this place, he dresses more practically, with heavy trousers, steel-toed shoes and opennecked shirt and jacket. Over thirty, probably just over forty.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He glares at an Apprentice, then stalks toward the stairs.

Abbey Randelle: *its late, and she's inside pacing, book being read as she walks, one hand behind her back, perfectly, the book cradled in the other. her delicate brow pinches at something*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He limps his was out of the library, holding a book of treatises on Infernalist and Nephandi. The man's look is slightly pained, as always when he moves along, but otherwise calm.

Lawrence Castlewaye: The sound of his steps is in the 4E before he himself looks to be. A murmer, the voice quiet and less deep than one might imagine as he appears after - already a glance around taken, and a dozen or so metres from Ishachus, facing him. A polite nod, first.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He stomps up the stairs, heading for the Deacon's office, cradling that book in his arms. People have died for that book.

Abbey Randelle: 4,4,3,8,

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: 2,9,7,8,9,4,

Abbey Randelle: *white catches her attention, grey eyes narrowing severely. no. not possible*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He stops on the next floor up, carefully freeing a hand before banging loudly on the Deacon's door.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He looks up, and blinks, noting the icy man heading to and up the stairs. "Ishacus?" He limps along, following him.

Lawrence Castlewaye: 7,8,7,8,8,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He turns, glancing to Kelton. A sour look crosses his face. "Kelton. What are you doing here?"

Lawrence Castlewaye: The spell faded with the murmer, and the vague form appears, filling in swiftly as light slides into contact with Lawrence. Watching after the one in white, waiting for now

Abbey Randelle: (*laughs* which on in white? the albino girl or the albino lad?)

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A bit of a smile, as he regards the other man. "Welcome back. I had understood you...would not be returning." In regard to his question, he shrugs. "I have returned to the Order. How are you?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He crinkles his nose a little. "Where is Deacon Jones?"

Abbey Randelle: *she moves for a better veiw, book closed as she slips to the bottom of the stairs. a slight frown, though an inclination of her head, polite to Kelton and the newly formed Lawrence*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: A small grey kitten half runs, half falls down the stairs, rolling to a stop at Kelton's feet.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "She is no longer here, nor is Deacon Augustine. Augustus Dourinus and I are now the Deacons of the Four Elements."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He turns, and slowly clomps down the stairs after the kitten, gazing fixedly at Kelton. "I see."

Lawrence Castlewaye: Closing as well, listening easily. A measured, level pace, towards the stairs. Keeping a touch away, since at present there's business; but yes, he's listening.

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes fall on the kitten. thin white eyebrow up. she takes a graceful step away from the scene. so as not to appear eavesdropping, moving past lawrence with a murmer* Good evening. *she slips awaaaay from the diseased animal*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He regards the man calmly, smiling a little. "I must admit, I'm a bit surprised to see you. Not in an unpleasant way. How are you?" The question is pleasantly repeated.

Lawrence Castlewaye: "Good evening" In reply to Abbey, turning away as well. Quiet in tone, just enough to not interrupt "Everyone seems surprised to see him?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He offers Kelton the book. "The Worship of the Serpent, first edition, only surviving copy, from which the Reverend Deane poached most of the information for his Christianised version." He gives Kelton one of those looks that suggests he hopes Kelton chokes on it.

Abbey Randelle: *she smiles politely* The gentleman is unexpected, in Entirity. *she inclines her head in agreement, offering no more information. though she does offer a delicate hand with practiced grace* Abbey Randelle. A pleasure to meet you.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He reaches out and takes the book carefully, looking the spine over before slipping it gently under an arm and looking back up to Ishacus. "Thank you, Ishacus. Is everything quite alright?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "No," he says simply. "You are unworthy of your position. Sir." He adds the 'sir' with nothing but contempt. "You are a coward, and I shall not obey you."

Lawrence Castlewaye: The long black case; swordcase, is shifted to his other hand, and he takes hers. The wrist is as thick as his arm, heavily muscled, but no more than a slight pressure to her hand. "Lawrence Castlewaye. Likewise"

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: His head tilts, curiously. Despite the fact that the man is blatently insulting a Master, he remains remarkably congenial and calm. "Surely, wounds and sicknesses should be healed in oneself, before one is ready to heal other things. Do you disagree?"

Abbey Randelle: *precise and correct, her eyes flicking to Kelton and Ish a moment. then to the long case down lawrence's back* You are a student of the blade, Mr.Castleway? *the pale pristine girl sporting a similar case, white satin slung down the slender line of her back*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: His hair is blowing violently, as if whipped by a gale none can see or feel. The kitten is chewing on Kelton's shoelaces. "I am Death. Nothing more." He turns, and strides for the exit.

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow raised as she tracks Ish with cool eyes. death indeed*

Lawrence Castlewaye: He half-turns, watching Lucias move away. Keeping him in vision, and then answering Abbey, a slight smile fading as soon as it's there "A teacher of it, to be honest. I've some to learn, still" Those massive wrists are flexed a moment, muscles moving. Long hours spent using them "But more, I teach others. Quite rewarding."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He sighs, watching the man leave. Well, this is a new wrinkle. He looks down at the kitten and smiles a little to it, fully expecting it to follow it's master. "Welcome back."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: The kitten glances up to Kelton and releases a cute, feeble little "mew". Then gnaws on Kelton's toe.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: Isha pauses by the door, glaring back at the kitten.

Abbey Randelle: Quite. Epee, Foil or Sabre? *muted interest. She watches the oh so pleasant flambeau until he's out of sight. lips pursing. at least he was taking his vermin*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: His eyes narrow, and lifts his gaze to Kelton's once more. "Tell me, coward. How did you make it to Deacon? This Chantry has a history of appointing those who would do it the most harm to positions of leadership."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A lean down, and he pats the kitten's head gently, face straining a bit in effort at the lean. "He's waiting for you, I believe."

Lawrence Castlewaye: "Preferred Sabre. I don't see the reason to limit myself" A glance from kitten to glarer, shifting his positon just slightly. "As I say, I teach as well. Specialities with weapons are something I can't afford"

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A look over to Isha, straightening back up. "If you would like to discuss this issue in a more private locale, I would be happy to, Ishacus. Here and now, I do not believe, is appropriate."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I believe it's entirely appropriate. After all, you appear to have evicted those who have witnessed your failure and imported fresh blood. This Chantry is cursed."

Abbey Randelle: *such a lack of proffesionalism and common courtesy solicites an icy frown. perhaps Ish and Dragana could form a club. her eyes slip back to lawrence* Most interesting. I compete primarily in the Epee myself, though I've had training in the other bladed weapons as well.

Lawrence Castlewaye: "Perhaps we can test one another. Sometime in the future, though -" A finger gestures at the arguement "- as it looks as though there will be a challenge any moment."

Abbey Randelle: A match would be delightful, i look forward to it Mr. Castlewaye *she murmers politely. eyes slipping to Kelton and Ish. a challenge. Kelton would be well within his right*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "I evicted no one, Ishacus," he states calmly.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "You chose to leave rather than aid us remove the Nephandi. And now you are back. Why?"

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Because I have healed something in myself that needed to be healed, before I could be a help to anyone." He watches the other. "Redirected myself to where I need to be. And that is here."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "And in doing so, luckily, you gained a promotion. Well done." He stalks toward Kelton like he's going to hit the man in the face, but instead he crouches to scoop up the little scottish fold kitten.

Lawrence Castlewaye: "Indeed" Bringing the case up, and resting his free hand on it, the case grounded on the floor and used as a rest now. Waiting

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "It's amazing what one can do when one is properly focused." He shrugs, watching the other. He doesn't seem concerned about a fight breaking out. "You doubt my capabilities?"

Abbey Randelle: *the girl smoths a bit of nothing off her sleeve with a deft flick of deceptively delicate fingers, an niclination of her head* A pleasure to make your Aquaintance Mr. Castleway, however, I must away to the library. *eavesdropping on abbey would be somewhat more difficult, voice a proper murmer, ever soft*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I doubt your resolve and your stomach."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Your doubts are noted," he responds. "Would you like to be updated on current events in the city, or do you have somewhere to be?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I take it that fool Ellenweorc is flourishing under your care?" He grunts, then heads for the stairs, carrying the kitten back up to the Deacon's office, clearly expecting Kelton to follow.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A look toward Abbey and Lawrence, and an inclination of his head in greeting, before he moves to head up the stairs, slowly. "He is a work in progress," he murmurs to the white-haired man.

Lawrence Castlewaye: He nods back shortly. Then, since everyone is busy, simply moves to head back out. Another time.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "He is an idiot, sir." And this time, there's no contempt in the word.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey smiles politely to her deacon. even as the man beside him rants about her mentor. however.. she had to agree. he was a bit of a bumbler. she moves with liquid grace to the library*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A nod, nothing more, as he heads along up the stairs, to the office. He opens the door for Ishacus unless the man opens it first, and heads in.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He waits for Kelton to open it, and follows him in, tossing the kitten to the floor once inside. "I'm glad to see Miss Randelle has been recruited. She showed promise." The kitten simply bounces and skids into Kelton's desk.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Indeed, she has." He nods. "Abbey is quite the promising student. I regret that she has an unfortunate choice in a mentor, but my hope is that he learns as much from her as she does from him."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Then assign another mentor to her." He shrugs and takes a seat.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He moves around the desk, taking a seat in the chair with a sigh of relief.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "That is Deacon Dourinus's opinion." He rubs at his leg a moment. "I would prefer to see how he handles the student. Sometimes, the strongest lessons you learn are when you are teaching. Her tutelage is being closely monitored."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Or she could be lost altogether." Bitterness enters his gaze and he actually looks away, eyes drifting around the office.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "She will not be lost." He watches the man, regarding him with a little curiosity and concern.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Why did you return?" He looks to Kelton once more, pale blue eyes burning with intensity.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A sigh. "Because, after the Boston Chantry restored my will and my mind, I found myself realizing you were right, Ishacus. I had a responsibility to make changes for the better."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He clenches his jaw a little, searching Kelton's eyes for any hint of untruth. Kicks the kitten away from chewing on his own bootlaces without so much as a thought.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He watches the man patiently, his gaze ringing with complete sincerity. "I apologize for being unable to listen you you before, Ishacus. Something had a foothold in me, than prevented me from seeing things clearly."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I trusted you," he spits. "I took the information you gave me, and I worked with it. You helped me uncover the truth. Then fled when I needed you to back me up on it."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He nods a little. "And for that, you have my deepest apologies. I wish I could have been stronger, at the time."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He grunts slightly. "I have been betrayed before, and betrayed since. Nothing changes, even if people do. Ultimately death is the only constant, and I was not allowed it."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A slight nod. "I cannot change what has happened, Ishacus. I cannot prevent my past failures. I can prevent future ones."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Other than a change of leadership, what have I missed?" His gaze drops to the book, and he leans back a little, looking tired, before looking to Kelton once more. "And was it worth it."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A sigh. "Let us see. Demons walk the streets. So does a Marauder. The Technocracy has apparently restarted their efforts to eliminate us. Haven's leadership has completely changed. And we are rebuilding here."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He accepts this all stoically. "Which do you wish me to focus on?"

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Ellenweorc and Abbey are working on the issue of the Marauder with mages from the rest of the city. Dragana was the person who had reported the issue of the Union's renewed efforts...she had been notified by some unknown Arab. Perhaps you can speak with her, see what progress she has made?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He nods slightly. "I will speak with her."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Excellent." A short nod. "There are two new members to the chantry, besides Abbey. One of them, you saw speaking with Abbey...Lawrence Castleway, of House Tytalus. The other is Dolores Tuplin, of Ex Miscellania. For your own edification."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He frowns a little. Ex Miscellanea. Latin for "indecisive". "A heads-up, Deacon. Dragana has a tendency to freeze up in life or death situations. Do not place anyone in a scenario in which their survival is dependant upon her swift action."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Understood. Thank you for the assessment." He leans back in his chair a little.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Will there be anything else?"

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "I believe that is all for now, Ishacus." He nods. "It is good to have you back."

Abbey Randelle: * a light rap on the door*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: Nodding, he rises to his feet. Scoops up the kitten again and plonks her on his shoulder. "I require tuition in the Ars Materiae."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Of course." A sudden light shines in his eyes. "Ahh. My apologies...there is one other thing." He looks to the door. "Come in."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He folds his hands behind his back, feet apart as he stands at ease, glancing behind him to the door.

Abbey Randelle: *the ghost of a girl slips in, noting ish with a polite inclination of her head, hands folded in front of her, case swinging slightly down her back. grey eyes focus on Kelton* I do hope this isn't an interruption sir. I've business i'd thought to discuss with you.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "I have...located an individual who may do well under our tutelage. A young woman by the name of Alice. Approximately 16 to 17 years of age, blonde, tan, blue eyes. Dresses...fashionably, is the best description." He shrugs. "I believe she has Awakened, but something is prohibting her from recognizing this. It would be in her best interests if someone were to open her eyes."

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A look to Abbey, and he smiles. "Of course. Please, come in, Abbey. You know Ishacus?"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I am not the best person for that job, sir," he states sharply, looking back to Kelton.

Abbey Randelle: We are aquainted. *she smiles with due politeness and nothing more*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He nods smoothly. "Of course. If you see this girl, if you could possibly contact myself, Deacon Dourinas, or another Adept?"

Abbey Randelle: *she absorbs, adjusting her blade case with a flicker of slender fingers, silent as she waits for the original business to be concluded. as is proper*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He nods, relaxing a little, then looks to Abbey. "Miss Randelle."

Abbey Randelle: Issac. An unexpected pleasure to see you again.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Ishachus John Stapleton Lucias Sabina, bani Flambeau." Now that she stands a chance of understanding, he uses his full name.

Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her head in acknowledgement*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He's quiet, eyes keenly watching the interaction between the two.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "You will do well here, Miss Randelle," he says flatly, regarding her. "I believe you have a strong future." Then he strides for the door.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Good day, Ishacus."

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile* As do I. Thank you, and good evening *she watches him stalk off, with his ugly little kitten, before turning to Kelton* Forgive my Interruption

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He nods to Kelton, and closes the door behind himself.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Not at all, Abbey. Please, have a seat." He smiles pleasantly. "What can I do for you?"

Abbey Randelle: *she folds herself with effortless grace into the offered seat, blade tucked to the side as she lifts her chin and murmers* Mr. Kennedy has informed me of an additional threat, and enlisted my assistance. However, as the technocratic union is involved in remedying the situation, i thought it best to confirm with yourself.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "You mean the Mummy situation."

Abbey Randelle: I do. *inclination of her head*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He nods. "I believe that Ellenweorc wished you to, as he put it, 'watch his back' as he searched for the creature. Perhaps you can provide more insight as to his plans?"

Abbey Randelle: I regret he's given me little insight on the matter. He made mention of him being approved to pursue the matter, with the idea that myself and others remain un-involved. I wished to ascertain whether this remains the case or not. *yes. translation.. i don't trust my mentor not to go off half cocked and bungle things*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A sigh from frustrated lips. "I would not wish to speak ill of your mentor to you, Abbey...but as the man has become corrupted by trying to locate this mummy not long ago, and required cleansing the other night, I find his refusal to inform either his superiors, his student, or his colleagues disturbing, particularly when he seems to be working with the Technocracy."

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head, unphased* As do I. I was unaware of his corruption *her eyes flash cold a moment* And I am admittedly more than hesitant to reveal anymore of myself to the union than they may, or may not know of.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "It was a spiritual taint, tipped off by an ally. Quickly discovered and dealt with. Nonetheless, the fact that he attempted to track this Bane Mummy without informing either myself of Deacon Dourinus is problematic." A pause. "How is his instruction of you progressing, if you don't mind my asking?"

Abbey Randelle: *she considers this a moment, one finger twirling an engagement ring round idly as she figures best how to phrase what she next murmers* Adequately. I do a good deal of research and reading of my own, in addition. I'm currently learning a good many languages, so as not to rely on Mr. Kennedy's translations.

Abbey Randelle -> Kelton ben Lakhsmi: (translation. dane sux *laughs* once i get ahold of that hermetic book.. all will be well)

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He nods. "Excellent. You see, Abbey...the reason I ask, is that you've just now described how things are progressing in 30 more words then he had described it to me when I specifically asked him about it."

Abbey Randelle: *she stops her ring twirling* understood. I have something of the same difficulty in instruction. However i have the benefit of an impressive library at my disposal.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A brief smile. "I may have to have words with Ellenweorc. He must learn to rely on his fellows and his Chantry."

Abbey Randelle: *she inclinse hre head* You suggest I remain uninvolved in the matter with the .. mummy?

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: A frown, considering. "Ellenweorc will need someone to look after him. Help him as much as you can, but realize the danger. The Bane Mummy has powerful corruptive powers, apparently. And get him to let you in on his plans."

Abbey Randelle: I will do so. Thank you Deacon. *she murmers. yes. she was going to look after her mentor. afterall. what if she got stuck with Dragana. one "child" and they'd be looking for a third mentor*

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Of course." He nods with a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Abbey?"

Abbey Randelle: If I might inquire, When does one graduate from status as an apprentice, in entirety?

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Once you have a base understanding of Enochian have received your Word, and are knowledgable in the ways of the Order's history, an Iniitation Trial is done, testing you. After that, an Iniaitation Tribunal is called, and your apprenticeship will be at an end."

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head* understood.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "I will speak with Ellenweorc more in-depth, when we can discuss your progress."

Abbey Randelle: Thank you. I apreciate your interest. *the white wisp murmers, grey eyes unwavering on the deacon* I beleive that is all i had which required discusion.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: He nods with a smile. "Of course. I shall let you get back to your affairs then, Abbey. Thank you for your time." As if he had called her in, and not the other way around.

Abbey Randelle: *she rises in one swift motion, blade case swinging back down the thin line of her spine. she inclines her head politely and moves towards the door, murmering* Good evening.

Kelton ben Lakhsmi: "Good evening." A nod a parting smile, and he pulls the book brought to him by the returning Flambeau over, to peruse.