Sean Finnegan: Wha' the fooooooOOOOK?! *Sean squints a startled eye as the composition of a slug unfolds across the screen of one of the library's computers. He turns his head a bit- then looks quite warily over both shoulders- the better to ward off the witches from behind the check out counter. He leans back and rubs his eyes.*

Sean Finnegan: Dint say anythin about cabbage when I was talkin' to im... fooker... *Mumbled quietly at the screen as he fusses with the mouse- an attempt to make it scroll down.*

Sean Finnegan: *A lean, rangy strength marks Sean's form. Tall and sinewy, hawkish features stop just short of beauty, and even at a walk, sean seems to move with a hunter's lope. Sandy blond hair and green eyes marked with laugh lines at the edges. The grin comes easy, and rests as a mark of ready wildness on the irishman. He dresses primarily in earth tones, nothing flashy or flamboyant.*

Sean Finnegan: Pfah... *Finally Sean's had enough. The combined weight of the library's opressive silence and his own frustration becomes a thing the irishman sorely wishes to be rid of. With little fanfare he rises, flicking a disgusted glance to the computer as he makes for the door. The old lady behind the counter gets a saucy wink before he hits the street.*

Sean Finnegan: ((yep!))

Corinne Braddock: ((Woot!))

Sean Finnegan: ((DLP)) *The young man gets held up at the door as he fishes in a pocket for that "borrowed" subway card.*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: The woman makes her way up the steps of the library, a gracious nod to those who she passes...even if it's very little time she gives them, it likely seems like the world to them. The woman is dressed in an evening dress, elegant and simple, showing off her body without being slutty about it. She has no need. She heads to the door and opens it up, moving inside.

Sean Finnegan -> Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: ((I'm Fae- gimme the goods!))

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench] -> Sean Finnegan: When she was younger, she must have been absolutely exquisite. Now, in her mid 30's, she's "merely" stunning. Statuesque and refined, she has an grace to her bearing that seems entirely natural, effortless even. Standing somewhere on the tall side of the five and a half feet range, she's trim, her lithe body draped in elegance, whether an evening dress or an expensive, tailored business suit. She tends to prefer the former over the latter. Her hair, a dark auburn, stretches down to her shoulder blades when worn down; hypnotic green eyes take in the world around her with a shrewdness that shows this lovely lady has a quick mind as well. ((Fame 1 among the Fashion or Escort Industry))

What is statuesque and refined to mortal eyes becomes exquisitely so. The lines of age fade away, bringing an incredible beauty to her form, a smoothness to her. The point to her ears just peeks out of her curled hair, and the gown she wears is gossamer, deceptively strong as it reveals enough of the curves that fit the delicate arc of her body perfectly. At her side, a rapier, the guard silver and damascened, hangs comfortably...a reminder that this woman isn't just another beautiful face.

Sean Finnegan -> Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: *Sean's fae seeming hits like a bolt of the primitive in a concrete jungle. There are Dreams, and those that threaten to be Nightmares. Still tall, Sean is even more rangy. Harder, somehow, though broad in the shoulder. A Sidhe- but one dreamed by a primal and warlike people. His body is clad mostly in Woad- deep blue swirls that become rampant lions on each pectoral, a styalized unicorn at his stomach- and continue across his face and down his flanks and legs. Multiple piercings and ornamental scarring designed to accent his seeming ferocity dot and streak his face- but elevate at the same time. A king who wears his crown in marks of pain and defiance. It is difficult to hold his gaze- but dreadfully easy to listen to the timbre of his voice.*

Sean Finnegan -> Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: *In his Fae seeming Sean is entirely underdressed- but wears the war- girdle of a Pictish chieftain, and the graceful curve of a long- handled axe cleaves to his side, suspended in an ornamental chain arrangement to keep it at hand.*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She looks up as she steps inside, seeing Sean and pausing. A surprised but very warm smile comes to her face, and she inclines her head to him in greeting. "Hello...a pleasant surprise, good sir."

Sean Finnegan: *Sean pauses in his fumbling through pockets- eyes widening a bit as the lady mounts the stairs. One sandy blond eyebrow twitches up as he leans back a bit- the better to take her in through his eyes.*

Sean Finnegan: *He blinks- there is a brief hesitation as his mouth moves to form the words his mind hasn't quite fed it yet.. but he recovers soon enough. For one in his early 30s, Sean might seem a bit childish for a moment, before a rakish grin sweeps it aside.* Fine evenin' to ya, Miss. *He bows a bit from the waist- something in his nature stripping the gesture of formality- ever certain he bows only to a peer... not a superior.*

Sean Finnegan: Scary place, these... *He glances around, then continues with a conspiratorial nod.* Libraries.. might ye be needin' an escort? Keep the monsters at bay? *ahems* Maybe show me how ta use a computer? *He winks.*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She lowers herself into a slight curtsy with a natural ease. "It is a fine evening...finer still, now. Serendipity is a wonderful thing, don't you think?"

Sean Finnegan: Iiiiiindeedy, Miss... m' *He pauses, glancing toward the librarian across the hall.. then around, discreetly, for other ears.* Ashur- Ombraugh ap Scathatch. *He placed one blue- streaked hand against his chest as he offers the appropriate introduction.*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: "Corinne Braddock ap Fiona," she murmurs, head inclining in acknowledgement of the other's introcudtion. "Truly an honor." She looks around the building, and then back to Sean. "Perhaps...we should go to another place to speak? Unless I am keeping you..."

Sean Finnegan: *Sean nods affably, and as the suprise is washed away, he seems to move fluidly enough into the proper ettiquette. He offers an arm, though as wild as his appearance is, the offered arm may be no lady's comfort.*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: If she's uncomfortable with his appearance, she doesn't show it, and she glides to his side, an delicate hand curling around the offered arm. "If you did not have other ideas, I thought perhaps my place of business?"

Sean Finnegan: *This close, Sean rather... smells. Badly. Unwashed, perhaps? In either case he seems easier on the eyes than the nose, and his mortal clothes do not seem to have been washed in quite some time. He purses his lips and gives Corrine a bit of an impressed glance, but nods.* That would do nicely, I'll bet. *As they move, his eyes narrow a bit... now... where had he seen her before?*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She smiles breathing calmly and subtlely through her mouth, as she walks with him toward the building she owns. ((MT Residence?))

Sean Finnegan: ((shweet.*S*))

BRADDOCK INDUSTRIES

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: The walk to Braddock Industries is not far, maybe ten blocks or so, before they come to a high-rise building, looking very professional...like an office building. "Braddock Industries" is engraved in the front window, and past that, it heads into an elegant, well-furnished lobby. Corinne smiles as she leads Sean in, and looks to the girl behind the counter. "Good evening, Jessica. I'll be indisposed for a while...let Mandy know, will you?"

Sean Finnegan: *Sean sweeps a smile before the receptionist- whether much to look at or no, he seems to have quite a way with people. He doesn't mind rubbernecking a bit as they move along- looking at walls, the ceiling, elevators, whatever there is to see. All the while he never ceases the same strangely quiet steps.* Niiiiiice...

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries) -> Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((Sorry- I'll pick up the pace now.*S* Thanks for playing with me.))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: The bottom floor is all cool blues and soft greens...the color of the marble tile, the walls, the furntiure. Several plants abound. She smiles warmly to him as they enter the elevator. "Thank you. I like the respectability of it. There's nothing disrespectful or to be ashamed of in what I do. And my clinets like the semblance of it." The doors close as she withdraws a security card and inserts it into the slot, then hits the button for the penthouse. The elevator begins a quick ascent up, taking them along on a smooth, very quiet ride. "Have you been in the city long?"

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries] -> Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((S'okay, I know your speed. As always, it's well worthwhile when it comes. :) ))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Vibrant green eyes remain fixed on Corinne's face as she speaks. As realization begins to bloom, Sean keeps his assumptions to himself. A quirk of his lip.* Yeah, I s'pose I've been here for a few months.. bit wierd at first- all straight lines and geometry. And garbage, I guess. you?

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Quite some time." She smiles and nods. "I've been rather...isolated, I guess you could say. Attempting to keep to my own, until recently. I wasn't even aware there were more of us around until a couple of months ago."

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean raises one hand to scratch the back of his head- of course, he takes the opportunity to let his eyes travel down, then up her frame. Just the simple awareness of a man that those curves may fit just right- then, back to her face. He seems neither shy nor awkward, should the look have been caught. As the hand returns from his shaggy, sand blond head he points north and west.* Ever been to Dawson's then? Amelia's place? *At the mention of her name, something about Sean comes on point.. a vengeful hunter's flickering gaze as he sifts for news of his prey.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She looks down, lips pursing briefly as genuine sorrow for the news comes over her face. "Only once, I'm afraid...after the fact, on Beltaine. I really should stop by more. It was horrible, what happened. Have you heard any news about it?" The door opens, into a room that seems equal parts Far Eastern Tea Room and French boudoir. The silks are warm colors...reds, browns and oranges, with Asian symbols on them. The smell of incense still lingers, something like Jasmine, or rose perhaps. The bad is large, of course, but not overly ostentatious. It's actually the simplest part of the room. There's a table in the center, low to the ground, and pillows to be seated on.

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *He nods, beginning to reply... then stops- and gives the room a brief glance.. and a sniff? In either case he takes the long way around the pillows. Perhaps looking over the place- or perhaps getting a glance around silks, behind doors.. his eyes return to her.* A little. I have a lead or two. But I'll find him. *He nods, a note of venom briefly.* One of us, you know. Sidhe. *He glances around again.* So yer... an entertainer.. of a sort, eh?

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): d10: per/alert: 9,10,2,9,5,

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "I am," she says with an amused smile. "And that's one of the gentler names for what I do. Thank you...it sounds so much better then what most of our kind call it." She moves to a side cabinet and opens it, looking back at him. "Tea?"

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries] -> Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((Anything in specific he's looking for?))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *His eyes flick to the cabinet as she opens it.. the lavish room does not seem to fit well around him.. rather a matter of being contained within it, as opposed to a gentle guest. He smiles pleasantly to Corinne and nods.* Please- straight fer me, miss. *He pushes his tongue against one cheek in contemplation, organizing his thoughts before relating them.* So you were at Beltane, right? That was at Elias' place, wasn't it?

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries) -> Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((Just the usual. Sean's a bit of a wary fellow. looking for discreet guards, other ways out, signs of surveillance, etc. think "IRA soldier on the run suddenly discovers he's a changeling" that's about his attitude.))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries] -> Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((Gotcha. No guards. Intercom system, accessible from various panels throughout the room. No cameras. There's a door to a bathroom, one to a walk-in closet, and one that leads elsewhere.))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((sorry- froze up?!))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: Her brow quirks a little. "No, Beltaine was held at Dawson's Place. I have heard of this Elias, but not yet met him."

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): Sluagh.. a bit on the moody side.. lots of talk of folk that come from shadows and what not. He was heavy on the metaphors. Kinda light by way of real info though. *Sean frowns, and chews his tongue briefly.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Such is the way of the Sluagh," she says with a little smile. "They play their cards quite close to their chests."

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean nods, glancing around again before his eyes swivel back to regard Corinne again. More than himself to think about, he gives it a shot anyway.* Lemme ask you somethin...

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "By all means, Ashur-Obraugh. You can ask me anything."

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((Gotta reboot...BRB))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean nods, and makes his pitch.* Between you, Mandy, and Jessica... *He gestures to the floor, and reception below.* Names sweet as honey, maybe- but none of them sound like muscle.. I don't suppose you may be in the market for some? The discreet sort, if you like. But either way, I'm available.

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((DLP- that's not his style.))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean nods, and makes his pitch.* Between you, Mandy, and Jessica... *He gestures to the floor, and reception below.* Names sweet as honey, maybe- but none of them sound like muscle.. It would hardly do ta leave you in such a state.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She smiles a little bit at that. "Well...I would hardly say that we're defenseless. My blade is not just for show. But I must confess, I would feel safer, what with things as they are of late in the city. You have experience, I imagine?"

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *He smiles a bit and waves a hand.* Not exactly. I've always been a bit too splendid for hired thugdom. But! Having been, at times, the sort fathers hide their fair daughters from... I think it could translate well into the protection side o' things. *He waggles his eyebrows, a bit of flair to the irishman before he continues more seriously.* I'm professional on th' job, and have a spread of experience where gun or sticker or fist is concerned. I think after a bit of a test, you may find me more than enough?

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She smiles to him, and nods with a bit of amusement there. "I think that sounds like quite the offer. When would you like to try this test?"

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean snorts a bit, a touch of self- deprecation.* I s'pose I could take time out from my job hunt. I'm quite at yer disposal, m'lady. But... I will need adequate time from my duties to find wee Mel's killer. She was one of mine. Wouldn't do to leave her unavenged. Beyond that- consider me just another fine addition to yer fine entourage. *Sean smiles- a touch of gratitude in the gesture.*

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries) -> Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((Say Rav- could you give me her fae name again?))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries] -> Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((She didn't yet give it. ;) Hasn't yet....she just introduced herself as Lady Corinne Braddock ap Fiona.))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries] -> Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): ((Sorry about the delay there. It was Dusty-provoked. :P))

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries) -> Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((ah! NP))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "No, I am in agreement there," she says with a nod. "In fact, if I can help in any way, then I offer my assistance."

Sean Finnegan (Braddock Industries): *Sean watches Corinne for a while. A long silence, but one without weight. Relief, but no weight. Eventually he nods, and settles in to be a fine and engaging guest.. and determine exactly how the lady ~could~ help...* ((Thanks for the scene man- but I need to take off.*S*))

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: ((No problem! Thanks for the scene!))