Rebekkah Soren:
*In the Train yard, there is a small red shack that mortals won't touch, in
front of a chicken-wire fence. It seems doubly locked, and if you ask anyone,
they won't be able to tell you for sure exactly WHAT is in the shed. Some will
say tools, others will say it was used, and they haven't had the heart to tear
it down....to those with eyes and hearts for the dreaming, however, things are
slightly different....The shed is still broken down, and it looks blackened,
small divits taken out of the red paint, small parts that resemble words. "Help
me," "Stay polite," "Monster," "Violent bastard," perhaps cruel words carved by
children, or by the dwellers themselves.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((*Beats
computer*)) She slips into the train yard, paying the taxi driver with a faint
nod to the driver. Once he's gone, she makes her way along through the yard,
looking around and adjusting the shawl over her shoulders. She makes her way to
the shed, looking it over with a faint smile.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Very nice.
She walks up, a hand brushing almost fondly over the words. She smiles a little
bit before looking around over her shoulder, then back to the door. A slim pale
hand rises and falls, knocking lightly on the door.
Rebekkah Soren:
*the wind flitters through the mostly open yard, some of the overgrown grass and
weeds that manage to peek through the coating of snow thats left 'whispering'
softly as theyre moved about. In the distance the faint barking of one of the
trainyard dogs can be heard, adding to the nighttime noises of the
area.......the shed....there...'calling'....the door waiting for what it needs
to be opened..*
Rebekkah Soren:
*it seems just as that knock from pale slim hand falls upon the door, it
opens...slowly...a slight whining creak,and the foulest odour that any fae has
known...and almost seeming to have the shadows melt from it a thin pale face
emerges with darkly glittering eyes, long black hair, the faintest blue
undertones to her like a drowned 'not quite so pretty' sidhe, and piercings
through the brows and nostril...her head tilts slowly and oddly, nodding to
adele*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She regards the
woman a moment, lips faintly quirking upward, in a slight smile. "Good evening,"
she murmurs to the woman. "Elias referred me here. I am Adele Elizabeth
Hamilton." She inclines her head slightly.
Rebekkah Soren:
*those eyes almost seem to look through her for a moment, and she nods slowly
again, soft papery whisper of a voice from blue tinted lips* Miss Hamilton....a
pleasure....I am Rebekkah Soren.....come, please...entah....*distinct southern
belle like voice and propriety to match, she moves back inside those
shadows....melding with them almost....*
Elias: *Between the
stench of death, lies a rather pleasant aroma of tea.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Thank you." She
gives a gracious smile and steps into the place, looking around with her
deep-sunken, dark eyes as she slips past the doorway.
Elias: *The inside
of the place stinks of death and sweat. The walls are mostly black, with odd
fingerprints in red, sliding down, into the floor, as if something was dragged
between that AND the floor. There is a soft creak, as a large toolbox opens in
front of them. Not tools, but a dark staircase ahead.*
Rebekkah Soren:
*the softest rustle of skirts under the cloak she wears, and she gestures to
adele to follow, moving to that dark staircase and slipping down the steps*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A slight nod,
and a little smile. Her mentor would approve, of course...and she seems to find
that amusing. She heads along, looking over her shoulder at Rebekkah, before
venturing down into the depths of blackness below.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((delete the
'looking over her shoulder' part. *S*))
Elias: *It is slippery,
it is quite dark, and terrifying to ... well... non-sluagh. Dirty, dank, and the
only pleasant smell is that of the tea. The room they walk to is barely lit,
with flickering candle-light. The table is broad, a thick oak, chipped. And
Elias sits at the table. The tea is already set up.*
Rebekkah Soren: *bekkah
gives an almost curtsey to elias as she enters the room, speaking in the same
papery rustle of a whisper* mistah Elias.....a guest....miss Hamilton....
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She gives Elias
a deep inclination of her head, eyes half-closing and a slight smile on her
face. "Good evening, Elias." The faint voice carries weakly through the
darkness. "A pleasure to see you again."
Elias: Good evening,
Miss Hamilton. Won't you sit down? We put tea on.
Rebekkah Soren:
*lowering the hood of her cloak, she looks to adele briefly, before moving
towards the teaset*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course, sir.
Thank you." She moves to take a seat, carefully settling herself down into out
of the spots. "You're looking well."
Elias: As are you,
madam. Please, Bekkah, have a seat. We are here about information.
Rebekkah Soren:
*looking to him briefly, she nods, finding a seat to settle in* of course mistah
Elias...
Elias: *He stands, only
to pour the tea for the both of them. He appears somber.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She curls
brushes a lock of ebony hair out of her face, nodding to Rebekkah before she
looks to Elias. "I must say...I'm quite impressed by your home." She leans back
a little bit and watches him for a moment. "I had occasion to meet with a
one-time associate of the One-Eyed of Liam the other day. Someone who has
something of hers."
Elias: Oh? *he
whispered. And again, he smiles at that 'hers' moment.*
Rebekkah Soren:
*raising a curious brow, she murmurs a soft thank you to elias as he pours the
tea, amazingly long slender fingered hands wrapping around the cup carefully*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Indeed." She
nods her head, an ackowledgment of the smile. A point taken, perhaps. "He seemed
quite eager to find a particular satyr. It appears said satyer has not returned
what he believes to be his property."
Elias: Ahh, *he says
thoughtfully.* He had the pendant with him, then? He could possibly be traced.
*He sighs.* Fortunately, he does not have both pendant and sword.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "He did have the
pendant, yes. On his person, around his neck, as a matter of fact." A faint
smile, as she picks up her tea. "It must be something quite vlauable, to wear
such a distinctive, purloined item so openly. I would assume that is the only
way he trusts to have it...or he is typically arrogant and believes no one would
notice or be able to stop him."
Rebekkah Soren:
*sipping carefully at the tea, she listens to them, dark eyes sliding back and
forth*
Elias: I would vote on
arrogance. His assumption is that no lowly commoner could possibly fool them.
The house of the Silver Dragon thinks in that manner. *He looks up, with
slightly hardened eyes.* I do not believe I could retrieve it on his person. And
even if I could, it would not be a worthy favour.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Then we need
to get it off of his person in some way," she says simply. "I'm sure that can be
accomplished somehow."
Elias: There is always
a way. The pendant must be retrieved. Its significance is noted in history. *He
frowns.* Though ... I cannot remember. Was it the Library or the Theater that
its history was first noted, Bekkah?
Rebekkah Soren:
perhaps...*thinking for a moment, empty eyes distant*....I heard somethin bout a
theatah,I believe....*nodding slowly as she looks back up between them*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks
between then, absorbing the information given. "What is it's significance? And
how does it fit with the blade?"
Elias: It is said...
that the pendant opens up a portal in which a beast is trapped. A furious thing
that could near end us. The sword is part of a key. I've no knowledge of the
entire legend. Though we first saw note of it in an old abandoned theater in
Queens.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Abandoned
theater in Queens...check. The information is filed away in her mind. "But the
sword is only part of a key. Not all of it?"
Rebekkah Soren:
*blinking, brows furrowing, she lowers her cup and rubs her arms gently, letting
out a soft sigh*
Elias: I do not think
so. But there was nothing else to find in there. Just a few scrawls on a wall
regarding the legend of it. It could just be legend, but of course... *He smirks
faintly.* So are we.
Rebekkah Soren:
all stories...start with a grain of truth....
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A slight smile,
faint amusement. "Noted, sir." She adjusts the shawl over her shoulders, then
takes another sip of tea. "Do you have these scrawls recorded, perchance?"
Elias: Somewhere,
within my library. I believe I can find it, given a day or two.
Rebekkah Soren:
*reaching a hand up to her shoulder, the shadows about them where her hair
rests, her fingers make a slow stroking type movement as if caressing something
there that isnt quite seen, face thoughtful*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course,
sir." She nods graciously. "In the meantime...Aethilian. There are surely ways
to separate him from the pendant...do we know his weaknesses?"
Elias: He can not admit
he is wrong, *he says softly.* He is a dangerous adversary, skilled with blade
and treachery.
Rebekkah Soren:
if...it is wished...I could...perhaps 'spy' about in queens....I was...thinking
of settin' up shop somewheyah anyways...I...need t'get out more....*closing her
eyes, the hand still about her shoulder making that petting motion*