Ravyn: ((All right, folksies, so really quick, any idea what kind of locale it is? A house, a warehouse, storage locker, apartment, long-term hotel room, garden shed?))

Samantha Jacobs: ((One room house, with bed sink and toilet really, out of the way, not the best area, as discreet as Sam could possibly get it))

Abbey Randelle: *the girl is not in the mood for this today. however that was no fault of Sams. the girl is listless, wispy hair a little limp, grey eyes lacking their usual sharpness, she fingers the bright red shades perched delicately on her nose*

Ravyn: As they approach the hose, it looks as normal as ever...just a nice, crappy little home away from home for the mental zombie-driver.

Samantha Jacobs: The military woman regarding Abbey silent during the ride, but made no inquiries as of yet. She would be sorely pissed if someone had done something to Abbey, but this had to be done first. Then she would find out.

Ravyn: ((house))

Abbey Randelle: *she parks the saturn, no techno today, music made her twitch, a polite smile to MIss Jacobs before she murmers* would you prefer to enter, or stand guard miss Jacobs?

Samantha Jacobs: "I'll check inside." Comes the murmur, checking her gun and hiding it inside the coat as she slides out of the car. Long strides taking her to the house, eyes flicking about warily.

Ravyn: ((Roll me a Per+Alertness, Sam))

Samantha Jacobs: 6,7,9,2,2,7,8,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey remains without, hand on her blade as she stands near the door*

Ravyn: As she approaches the house, everything seems fine. When she opens the door, though, her nose can instantly tell that something is amiss...it smells...charnal, inside.

Samantha Jacobs: She suddenly slows, a hand flicking down to undo her safety and rest on her gun. Eyes flick about, and she opens the door slowly, looking for threats. Instantly in military mode.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey remains without, watching SAm in Silence*

Ravyn: Then the smell really hits, along with the site. The body is laid out in the center of the room, naked, body carved with words in Latin. In the center of his chest, sticking out of it, is a knife, with a gilded silver handle, buried to the hilt. The whole room is a mess...several words are written in blood, across the wall, most in Latin, some in English. The English is words like "BITCH GIVE HER BACK TO ME," "YOU WILL BE MINE," and "I WILL POSSESS YOU AGAIN, PAGAN WHORE."

Samantha Jacobs: "You HAVE to be FUCKING SHITTING me." She mutters, hand still on the butt of her gone. Eyes remain on the room, as she calls back out. "Abbey," yes, first name, "you might wanna see this. And breath through your mouth."

Samantha Jacobs: ((butt of her gun. Eesh))

Abbey Randelle: *abbey Moves through the door, unsheathing her blade at the same time, the tired white creature glances first around the room, then to sam. a delicate brow pinches* ... Indeed. *she moves to make out the latin, cautious of where she steps*

Samantha Jacobs: "This really needs to be taken care of." Eyes dart around, making sure he doesn't pop out of noehwere.

Ravyn: Carved, quite intricately actually, into the driver's body are the following words, around the knife, down his chest: In Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen. Confiteor Deo omnipotente, beatae Mariae semper Virgini, beato Michaeli Archangelo, beato Joanni Baptistae, sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo, et omnibus Sanctis, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. The In Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sanctus is also down his arms, his legs.

Abbey Randelle: Indeed *she repeats, a glance around the room. rally. what else could you say*

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: (Abbey speaks latin now. recall?)

Samantha Jacobs: "I'll take care of it." She mutters, eyes traversing around the room. Looking for anything that will catch fire quick enough and burn hot.

Abbey Randelle: Miss Jacobs, Unless you'd prefer Arson, I think this is likely best dealt with through fate. Shall we collect that knife? *she opens her purse and flips out a note pad, writing in perfect calligraphy all thats written down*

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: ((I know, looking for a translator. :P What religion was Abbey brought up in?))

Samantha Jacobs: She glances sidelong at Abbey, conceding to the older mage without a word. "We could. If you don't think they'll track us through it in some way."

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: she'd have been catholic. but obviously not strict. she stopped attending churge at 12

Abbey Randelle: They may track me. however should they find me, there will be a good deal more carnage than this unfortunate auromatron. *she inclines her head and moves to remove the knife*

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen. I confess by all-powerful God, Maries blessed always of Virginus, happy to Archangel Michael, happy to John the Baptist, consecrated to Apostle Peter and little, and each of Spirit, because I have sinned very much to the thinking, to the word and to the need: through my fault, through my fault, my great fault

Samantha Jacobs: She frowns, and takes careful steps around the room to the body. She rips off a chunk of her shirt to grab the hilt with. "I can always take it to my old apartment. Evan isn't there right now..."

Ravyn: Whoever tries to remove the knife finds, with some amazement, that the thing is hard to dislodge, having been stabbed THROUGH the breastbone, and lodged. ((Strength roll))

Abbey Randelle: Interesting. *she murmers, tucking the translation away as she looks to sam* of course. If that proves inconveinant i might store it elsewhere as well. *she smiles politely and looks around the room, a hankercheif dabbing 1st the blood of the man, and then another dabbing the blood on the walls. perhaps it was all the same blood. perhaps not. Mr. Kennedy would know. done that, she looks to where it might be best to start with "clean up"*

Samantha Jacobs: ((wp *L*))

Samantha Jacobs: 7,4,8,

Samantha Jacobs: There is a distinct, and irritated grunt from Sam at the knife.

Abbey Randelle: *abbey quirks an eyebrow* Difficulties?

Samantha Jacobs: "He put it through the breastbone." She grimaces.

Ravyn: Sam manages, with effort, to pull the knife out, with a spurt of blood following behind.

Samantha Jacobs: She gets the hell out of the way of the blood, she wants none of that on her. A grimace as she wraps up the knife carefully, something dark lurking in her gaze.

Ravyn: The Latin on the walls reads, repeated in various spots, "Agnus Dei," "adsum," and "Deo volente, is ero mei"

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: Agnus Dei = Lamb of God. adsum = I am here. Deo volente, is ero mei = By the favor of God, she will be mine.

Abbey Randelle: *she frowns slightly to herself, displeasure marring fair features as she makes further notes* The latin is unpleasant. *she looks to sam* Are we prepared to depart?

Samantha Jacobs: "He's not excactly a pleasent person." A bad joke. She nods. "We are."

Ravyn: Both Sam and Abbey recognize the carvings on the driver's chest as part of the Catholic Mass.

Abbey Randelle: *she quirks her eyebrow murmering* indeed. then let it be cleansed. You may wish to move outside.. *she begins murmering quietly in a foreign language, eyes cold on the carnage as she murmers to fate*

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: (she's making 1st to rot the body and blood, all traces of the altercation. 1st roll = enochian)

Abbey Randelle: 7,6,5,

Samantha Jacobs: Her lips curl into a sneer at the writing on the man's chest. She moves a few steps back, but she keeps an eye on Abbey incase someone pops out of nowhere.

Abbey Randelle: 3,3,2,

Abbey Randelle: *a slight frown as she doesn't seem to have Fate's attention, her whisper becoming more fervorant*

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes slide from the man, over to Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: 7,8,6,

Abbey Randelle: *she invests some will as she finishes, demanding that it break down, return to a purer state..*

Abbey Randelle: 7,8,6,

Abbey Randelle: ((*blinks*))

Ravyn: ((Interesting. *G*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((...o_O))

Abbey Randelle: (wp obviously on the last. if it wasn't implied)

Ravyn: With Abbey's effort, the body decays away, becoming nothing...the blood on the floor and walls also vanishes.

Samantha Jacobs: 5,4,9,7,

Samantha Jacobs: ((Awarness!))

Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs: Yep, there's some magic, there. *S*

Samantha Jacobs: She watches Abbey with faint curiosity, and obvious respect for the other woman.

Abbey Randelle: *she uses her blade to touch the dust, scattering it about the room and letting it collect on white hair like tainted snowflakes. her blade is fairly new. a long elaborate thing.. not quite an epee.. more a rapier, a gorgeously crafted hand gaurd, handle shining a muted opal. its well suited to her, and obviously custom made. a polite smile as the girl turns to sam* I beleive we are finished here.

Ravyn: And just like that, it's like the man had never existed at all.

Samantha Jacobs: She nods to Abbey, slowly. "You can drop me off, if you wish, a few blocks from my old apartment."

Abbey Randelle: Of course. *an inclination of her head as she moves from building at a steady stride, hinting nothing of her exhaustion. she slips into the Saturn*

Samantha Jacobs: She moves after Abbey, still making sure that the knife NEVER touches any part of her, Abbey, or the car.

Ravyn: No one follows them away from the hose...they get away without trouble.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam insists on the most convulted route ever. Not that Abbey wouldn't do that to begin with but... you never know.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey drives to drop miss Jacobs off, murmering* I shall make copies of the translation miss jacobs, so you might have one as well. I'm loathe to speak the words aloud lest they be an envocation of some manner.

Samantha Jacobs: "I understand." She murmurs, moving to get out. "Thank you, for all your help Miss Randelle. Please do call if you need anything."

Abbey Randelle: Of course MIss Jacobs. Do inform miss morgan please. . Goodday.*a respectful smile from the exhausted albino. she moves nods and drives away*

Samantha Jacobs: And she slips away, take a roundabout path to her old home.

Abbey Randelle: *and abbey does the same, leaving the car in a pay garage and phoning for carl to pick her up from a coffee shop down the way. the car would be cleaned and then returned home.

Ravyn: ((And that's all for me. Danke for das scenage, ladies.))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Thank you's as well *hugs*))

Abbey Randelle: ((*Nods* most.. efficient. scene. ever))