: ((Open scene?))

Abbey Randelle: (yep. )

Abbey Randelle: I'm certain its most entertaining. *the girl smiles politely, tilting her head in apology before sipping the remainder of her tea down daintily. a glance at a small silver watch*

: ((Scene?))

Ness: Ness' tea disappears. "Yes. I think so." She glances at Abbey's watch. "Nice watch."

: ((Location?))

Abbey Randelle: Thank you. *she flags a waitress for the bill* (botanic restauraunt. outside seating area.)

Ness: She leans forward in the chair, waiting for the woman to ask something of her own.

Kelton Michaels: He limps his way into the restaraunt, leaning on his cane, as he looks around for an open table.

Kelton Michaels: He's is an approaching his middle age in years, and he certainly looks it. A touch frail at 5'9" and barely 135 pounds, the look of weakness is amplified by the gold and black lacquered cane that he has to rely on to walk. His hair, which used to be a touch ragged, is properly combed falling to his shoulders and having a steel tint to it, which goes well with his pale blue eyes, which look out under wire-rimmed glasses. He's dressed in a business casual style...a subtle green dress shirt and black slacks, with loafers to complete the ensemble. All in all, he looks very much the eccentric academic that he is.

Abbey Randelle: *she murmers to the server, an inclination of her head to nes* I regret, I'd best be on my way soon. thank you for the pleasant company Miss Nes. *she sanatizes her hands after the server takes the dishes away. a glance around through bright red*

Abbey Randelle: 2,5,4,6,

Abbey Randelle: *the man is noted only in passing, perhaps not recognized*

Ness: Ness asks the server for her bill as well, and moves back over to her own table with the baby laptop on it.

Kelton Michaels: 3,1,7,2,3,4,

Ness: "Good bye, then, Rand'elle."

Abbey Randelle: 1,2,

Kelton Michaels: He looks around, sighing, and smiles to the hostess, who directs him to a table across from Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes drift over Kelton as she rises, fetching her bladecase from the seat close to him. its dusted off in one smooth motion before she slings it alongthe slender line of her back. her eyes drift to kelton again. a polite smile. This man was persistant if nothing else. soddy little society leech. she lets her engagement ring flash red under the lights, inclining her head pointedly, before gathering her purse to her as well*

Kelton Michaels: He takes a seat and picks up a menu, starting to look it over. After a few moments, he frowns, and looks Abbey's way. "Excuse me, madame? I hate to disturb you...but could you tell me exactly what is good here? My first time eating here, you understand..." He gives an apologetic smile

Ness: Ness collects her laptop, and waits for the server to come with the bill, sitting in her seat..

Abbey Randelle: *aand as predicted the whiney little poet was speaking to her. how unpleasant. that was him.. wasn't it? she remains where she is, murmering politely* Of course sir. The cashew skillet is quite delightful, should you be partial to bamboo. *the bill is fetched from the table*

Ness: The waitress arrives, and she pays with cash bills. Change is given, and Ness is now free to leave the establishment, which she does. A process complete, she moves onto the next. The bus stop is a few meters away, so Ness walks over there to wait for the mechanical beast.

Kelton Michaels: 9,8,8,10,

Kelton Michaels: "Mmm. Thank you." He smiles and places the menu to the side, as the server comes and fills his coffee cup. His head tilts a little. "Miss Randelle, isn't it? It's good to see you."

Abbey Randelle: 6,5,

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow darts up and she surveys him again, lips still curled politely* It is. Good evening Sir. *an inclination of her head. shit.. he knew your name.. high society.. auugh.. how terribly embarrassing* I trust you are well?

Kelton Michaels: "I am." He smiles, his demanor politely warm. "Doing quite well. I had the fortunate experience of hearing your name come up in conversation recently. I understand you are on the way toward joining our organization."

Abbey Randelle: *her hands are folded in front of her as she wracks her brain. she knew this man. but from where?* I'm afraid you've caught me at a loss sir *she murmers* Who precisely are you?

Kelton Michaels: "Oh. I'm sorry." He rises, taking a single limped step toward her, hand extended. "Kelton Michaels. We met in the presence of a Mr. Scott Heinig, some time ago."

Abbey Randelle: *his hand is taken with measured grace and decorum, it dawning on her* Oh yes, Of course. Forgive me. *maybe it was the exhaustion addling her brain so, she cringes internally for being so slow*

Kelton Michaels: He smiles and shakes his head. "Think nothing of it. That was some time ago." He smiles a little. "How have you been, madame?"

Abbey Randelle: Quite well Mr. Michaels. Rather busy. Might I join you? *she can't just stand here talking. it was impolite to loom over someone. and even more impolite to simply leave while they were speaking. *

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "Oh yes, please, my all means. Forgive my manners." He gestures to the seat opposite him. As the server comes over, he orders the cashew skillet.

Abbey Randelle: Thank you. *the blade is slung from her shoulder in one liquid motion. set at her feet as she floats into a chair, legs folded delicately over one another* Yes, I am indeed quite interested in your Order.

Kelton Michaels: "Excellent." He smiles. "We have something in common, Miss Randelle. I also began my training outside of my organization, and eventually found my way into the fold."

Abbey Randelle: I was Unaware, Mr. Michaels. Might Inquire as to your origins? *a polite curl of pale lips, she slips the red sunglasses from her nose and sets them on her handbag.*

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "I was brought into...our ways, in Boston, by a friend of my father's. He was a member of...well. Such things are perhaps for a more private locale. Perhaps I can get my meal to go, and we can discuss this in a more pleasant location?"

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head, murmering* Should you wish.

Kelton Michaels: "Of course." A smile, and he flags the waitress, calmly asking her to box up his lunch.

Abbey Randelle: *the girl folds her hands in front of her, a picture of poise, aside form the carefully concealed fatigue tugging at her. grey eyes find the man's face* THank you for taking the time to speak with me. It is most appreciated.

Kelton Michaels: As soon as it is brought over, he takes it, fishing out the cash to pay for the meal plus a standard gratuity, then looks to Abbey. "Of course, madam. I'm very happy to do so." He rises to his feet, extending a hand to her out of decorum to help her stand.

Abbey Randelle: *she rises, hand slipped into his precisely as long as is appropriate. no pressure there, the man had a limp, and the girl was far more spry than he was. she needs no real help. *

Kelton Michaels: He nods to her, smiling, and starts to limp out of the restaraunt alongside the woman. "Where would you be most comfortable speaking, Miss Randelle? I have a few options."

Abbey Randelle: I am quite accomadating Mr. Michaels, though I suspect any discussion should be done with utmost discretion. therefore privacy is somewhat important. where had you in mind?

Abbey Randelle: *she's matching her pace to his so he doesn't have to hobble to keep up with her, blade having been retreived she looks to him calmly*

Kelton Michaels: "Well, I have purchased a home outside of our gathering place, but nearby to it. We can always go there...I wouldn't impress upon you to invade your own home, of course. Of course, there is the gathering place itself, although I don't know if it would necessarily be appropriate to take you there just yet. Perhaps my home, then?"

Abbey Randelle: that would be most acceptable. Thank you.

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "Wonderful. You would not happen to have a mode of transportation? Driving is quite difficult for me, so I use taxi cabs, which is always an option."

Abbey Randelle: I have my vehicle a short ways from here. *a glance to him, she gestures to a small white saturn*

Abbey Randelle: *the girl leads him towards the car, a strand of white hair tucked behind her ear as she slips into the car and unlock sit, blade set in the back seat*

Kelton Michaels: "Perfect." He follows her to the car.

Kelton Michaels: Moving around to the passenger side, he opens the door and seats himself, lifting his weak leg into the car and setting the cane at his side, resing in the leg space before he closes the door. "My home is in Queens." He gives quick directions to the location.

Abbey Randelle: *and away they zip. slighty faster and more recklessly that they really need to. enh. woman drivers*

Kelton Michaels: ((Off to Queenses?))

 

 

 

KELTON'S HOME

Kelton Michaels: The home Kelton directs Abbey to is in Forest Hills Gardens, a mock Tudor village. The place was originally built as housing for the urban poor, but the rich found the area and bought it up for themselves. The home is modest for it's surroundings...single-level, about 2500 square feet, attractive without being lavish.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey parks the car and slips from it, blade retreived and slung back on her. a polite smile as she's escorted into his home*

Kelton Michaels: He gets out of the car and limps his way to the house, opening the door. The inside is sparsely furnished...looks like he's just moved in. But there is a servicable amount of furniture and decoration, tasteful and understated in style, done in browns, greys, and greens. ((You can roll Per+Aware))

Abbey Randelle: 3,10,5,

Abbey Randelle: *she takes it in. nothing inappropiate if nothing else. the slender girl steps inside after him and murmers* You have a lovey home mr. Michaels

Kelton Michaels -> Abbey Randelle: Yeah, this place has at least a couple hanging effects over it.

Kelton Michaels: He smiles a little. "Thank you, Miss Randelle." He leads her into the living room, limping his way to a leather couch and seating himself. "Please, have a seat, madam."

Abbey Randelle: Of course. *she does so, folding gracefully into a chair across from him and smoothing satin pants, blade set along side her*

Kelton Michaels: "By all means, by the way. Feel free to speak inside here...it is quite safely warded." He smiles. "Now, to answer your question earlier as to my magical heritage...I was brought into the ways of magic originally by the Chakravanti...the Euthanatos."

Abbey Randelle: *her head tilts slightly as she looks him over. hmm well. who knew.* the Euthanatos. Interesting Mr. Michaels. I would not have thought such. *a near curve of pale lips. he's likely heard it before.* You have been a Hermetic for a good many years then sir?

Kelton Michaels: "A fair number, yes." He nods, smiling a little. "Though, to be fair, I had a brief period last year where I disavowed the Order out of concern for the state of the Four Elements."

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow arcs up* There were difficulties?

Kelton Michaels: He sighs a bit, nodding. "I am no stranger to the reputation our chantry has in this city of ignoring external problem in favor of hiding inside. Such situations, plus a corrupt Deacon, led me to leave the Chantry and join Haven for a time, where I had been serving as an Emissary for the Four Elements, before I headed back home to Boston for personal matters. But I came to an understanding that leaving would not fix things, and thus, I've returned and taken up post as Deacon myself. My goal is to allow the Four Elements to change for the better, and start taking a more active role in the fate of this city."

Abbey Randelle: Admirable, Mr. Michaels. I will likely be seeing a good deal more of you in future then.

Kelton Michaels: He inclines his head in acknowledgment. "And I you as well." He pauses a moment, looking at her. "So, if you will indulge me, Miss Randelle...please do tell me your opinion of our young friend Mr. Kennedy?"

Abbey Randelle: *she considers a moment, murmering* Mr. Kennedy is very talented, if on occasion somewhat unreliable.

Abbey Randelle: *on occasion? try always. but she remains calm and polite, something brushed off her white sleeve with a flick of a deft hand*

Kelton Michaels: "Unreliable in what way?" His demanor doesn't suggest a discounting of the praise offered first, he merely seems to seek clarification.

Abbey Randelle: He is somewhat flippant with responsability. However. He is so far an excellent tutor.

Kelton Michaels: "I would expect no less from him. His talent is considerable, and he is quite promising." He smiles a bit. "If perhaps, you wouldn't mind giving me an example of what you mean regarding his responsibility issues?"

Abbey Randelle: I by no means wish to speak ill of Mr. Kennedy. I bear the gentleman a good deal of respect *she murmers politely* However, as an example of an indiscretion. There was an incident invloving a good many black sedans began arriving, very quickly, at the scene of an altercation *she pauses, icy grey eyes flicking to Kelton meaningfully.* Those of us involved fled immediately, taking precautions not to be detained. We were not minutes from the scene when Mr. Kennedy began using his abilities.

Abbey Randelle: (~which~ began arriving)

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "I see. Of course, I am not trying to 'dig up dirt,' so to speak, on Mr. Kennedy...merely getting a feel for his strengths and his areas of opportunity, so I can know where to focus on helping him strengthen himself and his tactics." He smiles politely. "I hope nothing too terribly ill came out of this? And when did it occur?"

Abbey Randelle: several months ago I beleive. Four, if i remember precisely.

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "I see. So he has a tendancy to occasionally practice indescretion when deciding whether to use magic or not."

Abbey Randelle: that would be accurate, I beleive. A shortsightedness as to the consequences of his actions in general. *she barely nods, pointed chin raising slightly*

Kelton Michaels: The gaze from his pale blue eyes is ackowledging. "I understand. A common mistake among the newer among us, and easily dealt with. Thank you for your candor, Miss Randelle."

Kelton Michaels -> Abbey Randelle: 6,9,4,1,4,5,9,

Abbey Randelle: My pleasure Mr. Michaels. *a slender finger rubs her ring slightly, as of yet unused to its presence* Discretion and respectfulness of privacy is what interested me in your order initially. I'm certain this will be handled with utmost discretion. *she certaintly sounds certain. pristine creature all cold confidence and measured grace*

Abbey Randelle -> Kelton Michaels: 2,4,9,8,7,2,8,

Kelton Michaels: "Absolutely. I wouldn't do it with anything else, madam." He inclines his head a little to her, then smiles. "So, then. My curiosity has been sated. What curiosities may I help satisfy for you? Do you have any questions I may be able to answer?"

Abbey Randelle: I would be interested in any information you might give me on the various houses. Arts Fortunae and flambeau in particular. Mr. Kennedy is a wealth of information, however as of yet my tutilage has only touched breifly on such. *all that polite murmer*

Kelton Michaels: He nods. "Indeed, of course. Mr. Kennedy has named all of our houses for you, of course, I imagine. Allow me to start with House Fortunae."

Abbey Randelle: *she nods and rests, straight postured in the chair*

Kelton Michaels: "House Fortunae is a House I personally find some kinship in, being masters of the strings of Fate as they are. They are relatively new as a House, currently approaching their centennial. They specialize in the manipulation of Fate to produce desired results."

Kelton Michaels: "They tend towards Qabbalism, with such things as interpreting Talmudic and Biblical passages by word and number. Enochian, numerology, and the like."

Abbey Randelle: *a slight nod* This is what i do currently. I demand of fate what i require. But there must be a depth of emotion or sensation in order for my attempts to be successful. In order for fate to "hear me" as it were. How is the order different in this?

Abbey Randelle: (pauses for showerins and such)