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))