Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is laying on her bed in the suite. Alone with a sultry pout to the ceiling. She pushes herself up with a tiny preen and says in a soft voice. "Melioth? Love... where are you?"

Jarod Freeman -> Jarod Freeman: "Hey. What's up?" No response of a name back, immediately.

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Hey. What's up?" No response of a name back, immediately.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl keeps a pout, looking over to the window. "Where are you? I thought you would be coming back tonight.."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I needed a night out...give me a second, trying to get us private, so I'm not giving your name out to everyone on the dance floor. Is everything okay?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her pretty lips curl into a frown, blinking down to her lap. "A relative question.. All things considered I suppose they could be worse. After hearing from Keiko I was going to try to make my move with that contact I told you about. I was hoping that you'd help me.. but.." She shifts with a meek look about her. ".. I mean.. if you're busy I guess I could do it alone.."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Sure," he says, probably to someone else.

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "No, it's okay. I'm totally game for that I've got Nia here...you remember the one I'd mentioned, like us? Maybe she can come along. Are you at the hotel?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Oh." A tiny word of surprise. She looks back out the window. "I didn't know the two of you were out together." An obvious hint of jealousy crosses the woman's tone. It's quickly shaken off and a sweet smile curls up her pretty lips. "That's fine, love. I'm at the suite. I'll call and try to set up a meeting with Andrew for later this evening if he's free. I don't know how he'll take to hearing from me again.. but he used to quite anxious for another of my.. visits." She curls her legs to her chest nervously. "I'll tell him I'm bringing along two of my girlfriends. He shouldn't mind."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Perfect. We'll be there in a few, love. See you soon."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blows him a kiss and flashes a sultry wink. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. That Nia's a cute one. I've got dibs." She gives a soft giggle, girlishly and cuts the invocation.

Jarod Freeman: ((Gimme JUUUST a sec to bring the other scene to this one. *S*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*nods* cool. while waiting for jarod and nia to show up, she'd do the call with andrew. not that i'm saying you have to do that right now. i dont want to make yer head pop. *G*)

Jarod Freeman: ((No, now's good. *Nods* So, ring ring?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans over to snag her cell from the bedside table, tackes in his number and waits nervously for a response. (heh. yep. ringy ringy an stuff)

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: *Click* "Hello?" Andrew's cultured, deep baritone comes over the phone, oh so familiar...though maybe now, after the traumatizing event, she notices the hint of sinister in it most seem to miss.

Jarod Freeman: Jarod drives along with Nia, heading toward the hotel. "Okay, remind me, Nia. How much did I tell you exactly about our Earthbound?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Andrew?" She asks in her best meek murmer. Testing and timid. "It's Brigitte." (doing read emotion to bump socials, rolling per+emp)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+emp: 3,8,2,1,8,

Eugenia Phelps: "Nothing, actually." She's just casually touching his arm every now and again. "I just know you have an Earthbound. We never got to more than that."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Brigette?" A long pause, surprise there, before he smooths out his voice back to normal. "Well, well. I didn't expect to hear from you. How are you, dear?"

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah. His name, or the one we use to refer to him, is Cernnunos, or the Lord of Chains. Or Kyton. His Celestial Name is quite different. He was a real pain in our ass during the war, you may or may not recall."

Eugenia Phelps: She nods understandingly. "Ah, well, this sounds like it's a little complicated." She tugs at the hem of her miniskirt.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Lonely." She states with a sultry pout. "I'm a bit.. fuzzy.. about what went on since I last saw you. Blank. I was hoping that we could get together tonight. I miss you." (empathetic response, rolling man+emp+1 from read emotions)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: truuuuuust me: 5,6,2,6,4,10,9,

Jarod Freeman: ((You can roll Legacy, Nia, based off 'Lord of Chains')) "You could say that." He sighs. "It usually is, with Earthbound. We've been sytmied as far as leads up to this point...hopefully, this pans out."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Blank?" A momentary pause. "Of course, Brigette. I would love to see you. Where are you?"

Eugenia Phelps: d10: int+legacy: 9,2,9,7,1,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "A bit out the way right now. Was freshening up to head down to the city. I have two of my girlfriend's waiting for me in the car. If you'd like.. I can bring them by yourplace. It'd be just like old times." She purrs into the phone before giving a girlish giggle.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: man+sub+: 10,8,6,4,7,6,

Jarod Freeman -> Eugenia Phelps: All right, so the Lord of Chains. First and most obvious thing. Nia knows his Celestial Name. Balberith, Lord of Chains, General of the Ebon Legion. One of Abaddon's closest Lieutenants, he was a Duke in Hell. His company was known for their atrocities during the War, after the Seige of Sagun...flesh eating, massive amounts of torture, shit like that. Abdolutely monstrous people. He vanished from the Abyss fairly early on, not long after the Archdukes.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Per+Subt: 8,2,8,2,8,6,

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mmmm...that would be lovely, my dear." A purr-like chuckle. "Bring them by...I'd love to meet them."

Eugenia Phelps: It takes her a moment before the name really rings a bell. Jarod can probably see the shudder. "I hated people like him." Her voice is soft and filled with such emotion. It's really hard to imagine Nia hating anybody, but from the sounds of things, it looks like she does.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Fabulous. It shouldn't take too long. I'll stretch the limits on my bmw. You know how I love to speed. Prepare yourself, old man." She teases and makes a kissy noise into the phone. "See you soon."

Jarod Freeman: He just nods slightly, and turns onto the street where the hotel is, pulling into a parking spot.

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "See you soon, baby girl. Goodbye." *Click*

Eugenia Phelps: She reaches for one of his hands, her own a bit clammy at present. "Is this where we are supposed to be?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte hangs up and lays the phone to her bedside table. She pushes herself out of bed with a tiny stretch, eyeing the floor for her duffle bag. Let's see.. clothes.. She digs out her favorite thin white cotton sundress and slips it over her head, meandering over toward her vanity to primp.

Jarod Freeman: "This is." He kills the engine, then nods to her and smiles. "We're meeting my circlemate here...don't know where we'll go from here. You okay?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Yeah, I am. Just..there are some things I don't like remembering. Hug me when I get out of the car. I'll be better then." She's really easy to please.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a brush through long blonde locks, winking to herself in the mirror. She meanders back toward the minifridge to perpare herself something to drink.

Jarod Freeman: "Okay." He opens the door and slips out, moving around to her side to help her out. Arms open to for a comforting hug.

Eugenia Phelps: She slides from the car and into his arms, snuggling against him for a moment. "Thank you." That is just what she needed.

Jarod Freeman: He hugs her, squeezing gently. "You're welcome...it'll be okay." He smiles, taking her hand and shuts the car door before leading her up into the hotel, to the room in question.

Eugenia Phelps: She squeezes his hand and follows along with him up to the suite.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte sets out three glasses, filling each with ice. She fills her own with Skyy and sets the bottles on the counter, not knowing what her guests will be drinking (that.. and I have no clue what william keeps in the fridge anymore since i'm pretty sure he's the one who does the shopping)

Jarod Freeman: ((Whatever she wants...Skyy and Jager, for sure, plus a good selection of other stuff.)) He comes up to the door, letting go of Nia's hand so he can knock. Yes, he's always welcome, but the big guy gets twitchy when he just walks in.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "It's open, love." She chimes out from behind the counter. She throws on a welcoming smile, wrapping a delicate hand around her glass.

Eugenia Phelps: She leans against him, a soft smile on her lips. She's not going to show that she's nervous.

Jarod Freeman: He turns the doorknob, stepping inside with a warm smile to Brigette. The man's gone with club gear, it appears...hair black and purple, matching eyeshadow, red lips, skin paled. He's wearing a mesh sleeveless shirt and leather pants. "Hey, love." Once Nia's inside, he closes the door and makes his way over to Brigette, to give her a hug.

Eugenia Phelps: "Hello." She gives Brigitte a warm and friendly smile, likewise decked out in clubwear.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl meets him half way, wrapping frail arms around his waist in a clingy embrace. Over his shoulder she flashes Nia an obviously posessive glance, then curls to a soft smile. "Hey, Jarod. I missed you." She kisses his cheek before pulling away.

Eugenia Phelps: She just gives Brigitte a friendly smile in return for the possessive glance. She's not going to let it get to her. Nope, it's not her way.

Jarod Freeman: "Missed you, too." He returns the kiss to her cheek, 'make-up' unsmudged by the shows of affection, and then pulls away. "Nia, this is Emma. Emma...Eugenia. We all have a common ground."

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little, heading over to join them, a hand resting at the small of Jarod's back briefly. "So we do."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a grin to the woman, giving her a full once over. "So this is her.. I thought it was the same one." She extends a dainty hand to Nia. "So you're the other Ishhara that's popped up. FABulous to finally meet you. Properly that is."

Eugenia Phelps: "Likewise." She takes the extended hand and gives it a gentle shake. "It's always nice to meet others like me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks between the two of them with a tiny smile. "You two look adorable. Really. Help yourselves to a drink and we can go over the plan."

Jarod Freeman: "Thanks, love." A smile to Brigette, and he makes his way to the minifridge to pull out the rum and a Coke. "So...this Andrew guy. We're going to go meet up with him?"

Eugenia Phelps: There's a faint blush at the compliment as she stretches a little, listening for the time being to see what the deal is.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, meandering over to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Right. We're going to his house in the Bronx. His name is Andrew Thorne, a city councilman. The last time I.." She gives a tiny shake of the head. ".. my host.. saw him he was consorting with the lord of chains. We need to drill him for information that could prove useful in dealing with this little problem. I think it's the best lead we have so far."

Jarod Freeman: He mixes the drink as he listens, nodding. "Sounds good. Do you know if he's one of us, or a mortal?"

Eugenia Phelps: She's just quiet, gravitating toward Jarod's side.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I've no idea. I know he's become a bit more sinister than the last time we spoke. It's very possible that he's either a thrall or someone who's become embodied by one of his followers. I'm not saying this is going to be a walk through the park, but we need to get what we can from him. Certainly between three ishhara we can get the information we need without revealing too much about ourselves." She says with a sly grin, sipping her vodka. "We could play good cop, bad cop, and worse cop."

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little bit. "Yeah, that should be fairly easy. You bad cop or worse cop?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm assuming I'm good cop." She sounds bemused, even though it seems obvious that she would probably best fit the bill.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a girlish giggle, running her glass teasingly along soft lips with a stare at the man. "You know how I love to play the middle ground, love. You can be the worse cop. You're the muscle. Oh.. and another thing.. You need to get in touch with your feminine side. I told him I was bringing two of my girlfriend's over to meet him. I have a slinky black dress you can wear hanging up in the bathroom."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flicks a soft smile Nia's way, leaning back on her elbows. "Unless you want to contest your position. I'm sure you could be bad if you tried hard enough."

Eugenia Phelps: "I think it's best I stick to what I know. Good cop seems to suit me just fine." She lets out a bit of soft laughter, trying to imagine Jarod in drag..which isn't too much of a stretch.

Jarod Freeman: "Mmm. Haven't pulled that one off before. Let's give it a go." He pauses, picturing a woman in his mind. His lips purse, but somehow, he can only find one image, and he nods, shutting his eyes to call upon the Word.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Alter Appearance (F): 6,8,6,8,8,

Jarod Freeman: ((Always spending the WP/Faith when I don't need to. :P))

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Jarod Freeman: (he's been tansy before, when they offed cynthia)

Jarod Freeman: ((Oh, yeah. Alter that post to read "Been a while since I've pulled that one off."))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl watches with a soft smile to the man. Sipping her vodka. "Oh, and another thing. When we get there, call me Brigitte."

Eugenia Phelps: She's just sort of amused and awed by the stuff Jarod can do. "I need to learn how to do stuff like that.."

Jarod Freeman: His image shifts and morphs, shrinking down and making the clothes he's in far too big. She's pretty, for a girl like herself, standing bout 5' 6'' with dark, black hair that tumbles freely around her shoulders in a soft wave. Her eyes are a striking, almost disturbing amber green.

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((And Ouestucati would recognize the image instantly. It's Melody.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow, amused at Nia's awe and comment. She manages to keep from laughing at the girl by taking another slow sip from her vodka. Where DOES he drag these girls up...

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives Jarod a once over when he changes, lips curling into a tiny frown. "Oh.. love.." An apologetic tone. She purses her lips. "You look lovely. Now go get dressed."

Eugenia Phelps: It's been a long time since she's been around people who could do strange, neat stuff. She's almost forgotten the sorts of things she's and others like her are capable of.

Eugenia Phelps: She studies Jarod's new form and then looks at Brigid's reaction, eyebrows furrowing a little in thought.

Jarod Freeman: She looks over to Brigette, smiling a little bit, the look perhaps disturbingly familiar, and then turns to head into the bathroom to change.

Eugenia Phelps: She looks over at Emma/Brigitte. "Was that her?" Softly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: When he.. er.. she turns to change, Brigitte pushes herself up and meanders over toward Nia. She makes a loose circle around the girl with a hungry stare fixed on her mini skirt. "Are you sure you're up for this, love?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Yeah, I think I can do this." She nods with a warm smile, watching the way the other woman seems to prowl.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a subtle nod, speaking softly with another sip from her vodka. "Yes, love. That's his Melody."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She steps in close, making a run a dainty arm around the woman's waist. "I'm glad you came. This will be fun."

Melodized Jarod: She slips out of the the bathroom, adjusting the dress a little bit. "I don't know how you get used to clothing like this," she says with a frown. "Pants and shirts are the way to go."

Eugenia Phelps: "It should be interesting to say the least." She smiles, not minding the arm around her waist.

Eugenia Phelps: "I hate pants." She says with an amused smile. "Which is why I never wear them." A head tilt as she studies the Melodified Jarod. "Dress looks good on you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft smile to Jarod, giving him a hungry once over. She lays her head to Nia's shoulder with a girlish giggle. "It's the breeze that does it, love. Liberating."

Melodized Jarod: "I guess so." She gives a soft chuckle. "You're driving, though. I don't want to get tangled up in it. Are we ready?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Yeah." She pulls away from Brigitte to give the new Jarod a hug. "We need a code name for you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod and downs the rest of her vodka. She slips away from Nia and sets the glass to the counter. "I am. We can talk more in the car. We need to be ready for anything." She meanders up and slips an arm around Mel-od's waist.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sly grin to Nia "Code name. I like that." She blinks to Mel-od. "Who would you like to be tonight, love?"

Melodized Jarod: She hugs Nia back, lips pursing as she thinks. "Charity." A brief nod, leaning into Brigette's arm before she takes a sip of her drink. "Shall we, girls?"

Eugenia Phelps: She gives "Charity's" jaw a kiss and nods. "Sounds like a plan, let's get moving." She's all bouncy with excitement. Yes. Bouncy.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes 'charity' another sorry look and leads them out, to her shiny silver bmw. Matching Nia's clingy gestures with her own.

Eugenia Phelps: [Um, 'cause it's past 4:30 here and I need sleep, it sounds like we're going to discuss the plan of action in the car ride and then do the actual doing of stuff when I am less in need of sleep.]

Melodized Jarod: She gives Brigette a little shrug, and then heads off with the duo. She slips into the front passenger's side, ducking her head and sliding in.

Eugenia Phelps: [If that's cool all around..]

Eugenia Phelps: She slides into the back and buckles up, adjusting her skirt accordingly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips into the driverside after unlocking. Upon turning the key, the car is filled with an annoyingly loud industrial mix.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: [that's cool]

Melodized Jarod: ((Totally works.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: [did we want to pause here, then?]

Eugenia Phelps: [This does seem like a good place to pause, but we can get them through some plotting maybe? I dunno.]

Melodized Jarod: She smiles a little, totally used to the industrial music, and pulls out her cloves. "So, then. What's the deal with this Andrew person? You said he was working with Cernnunos before...what kind of girl is he expecting us to be? Anything else useful about him?"

Melodized Jarod: ((We can pause here, too. It's all up to you ladies.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: [*shrugs* i'm cool with either. your call, hon]

Eugenia Phelps: [Plotting it is!*bounce*]

Eugenia Phelps: [dlp*laughs*I'm going to sleep before I get the wrath of parental units.]

Eugenia Phelps: [*hugses all*Sorry for being lame.]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She zips out of the space, off toward the Bronx. "He's your typical political scum. He likes his girls young and submissive." A tiny smile creeps across her face. "My host was living with him before.. she saw the lord of chains' form."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: [lol. it's straight. go shleep!]

Eugenia Phelps: [*shivering, plods up to bed*stupid sleep..]

Eugenia Phelps: [G'night!]

Melodized Jarod: A wince. "Which would explain how you got access, I bet. That would put most any normal person out."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, bright emerald eyes to the pavement in front of her. "When she woke up she found that he'd placed her in a mental instutute. Filled with enough drugs to drop Motley Crue. She was on the brink of death when I came along. He was.. needless to say.. surprised to hear from me"

Melodized Jarod: "I would imagine so." She takes a drag off the clove, leaning back and looking over to her. "You realize this could be a trap, right?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, still watching the road. "Yes, love. I realize that. I told you you didn't have to come along if you didn't want to." she purses her lips, hands nervously clutching the wheel. "I'm tired of being useless. If there's anything I can do to help against the lord of chains.. it needs to be done."

Melodized Jarod: "No, I didn't mean that at all." She reaches over the console, settling a calming, manicured hand on Brigette's leg. "You know I'd follow you right back into Hell if I had to, love." Those disturbingly bright amber eyes look over to the woman. "And you're not useless. You know that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She keeps a blank stare out the window. "Well for as much talk as Thomas's little circle has been spewing about taking action.. I don't see any of them risking their necks for the cause." A hint of bitterness hides beneath the girl's words. "Tom is too busy trying to convince himself he's a fucking angel to actually ~do~ anything but spout orders."

Melodized Jarod: "I know." She nods a little bit, reaching up to curl a bit of black hair behind her ear. "But we're not. We take action...YOU take action. Which says a lot about who's more deserving to be here, if I may say so."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She maintains her blank stare, obviously disagreeing but keeping her opinion to herelf. A thoughtful look flashes across her pretty features.

Melodized Jarod: She sighs and leans back in her seat, eyes watching Brigette curiously.

Melodized Jarod: d10: Per+Empathy: 5,9,2,3,6,10,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After a long pause, she gives a subtle shake of the head, trying to focus on the matter at hand. "What are we going to do if he invokes his master?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Melodized Jarod: (she's filled with self doubt and obvious self esteem issues. after both her thralls decided she needed to go back to hell, she's given in as far as thinking she deserves to stay. she also feels rejected by jarod and quite obviously jealous of nia)

Melodized Jarod: She presses her lips together a moment, a slight show of frustration, before looking out to the road. "Well, obviously if he invokes Cernnunos, we'll be known to him...but I have a feeling we are anyway." He falls silent, thinking. "The only question would be if he'll show up himself, which will be problematic. We can try to take him down, but it won't be the real thing...not unless his reliquary is around. In which case, we may have problems."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod with the same blank look about her. Drained. "I suggest we play it dumb. I'll ask him questions regarding what I saw. I told him I'm fuzzy on what happened, so I'll let on as little as possible to get the most information out of him. I'll show interest in learning about the creature I saw, in hopes that he'll share more with me. Hopefully we can find out where the reliquary IS before he decides to have him over for a little visit." She gives a tiny sigh. "If only Victor looked good in a dress.. it would be much more comforting to have him here through this."

Melodized Jarod: "If we want to pick him up, we can always change his form, too." She shrugs a little bit. "It wouldn't be such a bad idea...the more the merrier, and all that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She thinks for a long moment before nodding. "If nothing else it would make me feel better. I miss being around him all the time. Maybe it'll take his mind off that woman of his. Would you call him, love? Or did you want me to?"

Melodized Jarod: "I'll call him. You're driving, after all." He leans back, looking out the window. "Nahaliel...it's Melioth. We could use your help with something."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans back comfortably in her seat. Tention rolling off tires shoulders. She lets out a deep breath and keeps driving.

Nahaliel -> Melodized Jarod: "Of course Jarod what could I do for you?"

Melodized Jarod: "Hey. We're off on a little mission to talk to someone who serves Cernunnos...Ouest's Host's old friend. Thought you might want to come along, we could use the back-up. You mind wearing a dress?" She grins a little.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny giggle. "Tell him it'll be tasteful."

Nahaliel -> Melodized Jarod: "I dont beleive I have the build for a Dress Jarod, but if you like I shall come along to back you two up"

Melodized Jarod: She looks over at Brigette, winking, and then back to the window. "No, you don't. But I can give you a pretty good figure with a little Ishhara work. It's a stealth mission for information, and it's actually the three of us. Eugenia Phillips is with us, she's of Ouest and my House and visage. There's the possibility that Cernnunos himselve's reliquary may be there, or that he could be invoked or summoned."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny wince. "Damn.. when you say it like that, it hardly sounds like fun at all."

Nahaliel -> Melodized Jarod: "Wow you make this trip sound so plesant Jarod" *he says with a laugh* "Just as long as you make me look pretty"

Melodized Jarod: "Well, you know my way with words, love." She gives Brigette a startlingly Melody-esque smirk.

Melodized Jarod: "You'll look lovely, Nahaliel. Humpback free, I promise." A soft chuckle. "Where are you? We'll need to get a nice, tasteful dress on the way...I think I've still got a thing or two at my place that'll work."

Nahaliel: "Jarod where do you think I am" *he says with a smile*

Nahaliel: ((kicks that to PM))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sly grin, veering toward Jarod's place.

Melodized Jarod: "Hey, you could be somewhere besides the alley." She smiles. "All right...we'll be there in just a little bit."

Nahaliel -> Melodized Jarod: "allright see you soon"

Melodized Jarod: He cuts the invocation, and looks over to Brigette. "All right, he's in. Let's see what's been left over at my place...I think Melody left some of her Concerto-wear there, plus some more casual stuff."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over with a sly grin to Jarod. "I think I should leave you in charge of picking out his outfit. You know he wouldn't approve of anything I'd wear. I think you have more of a grasp on what a man wants when it comes to a dress."

Melodized Jarod: "That would be, 'Lying on the floor next to the bed' in most instances, love, rather then anything on the actual body." She chuckles a little. "Luckily, I have little shame."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh. "I need to track down more men like you, love. It's one of your better qualities. The lack of shame."

Melodized Jarod: ((And pause here for now.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a soft smile to Nia's reflection in the rear view mirror. "Well well, love. Looks like you get to meet the rest of the circle. Must be your lucky night."

Eugenia Phelps: "So it would seem." Her smile to Brigitte is genuinely warm and friendly, as if she's oblivious to the emotional tension in the front seat.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stops by Jarod's place to pick up Victor's ensemble, then makes haste to the vagrant's favorite alley. Smirking the whole way. This'll teach him to threaten to throw me in a dumpster... I wonder if he'd let me put makeup on him...

Melodized Jarod: Se seems to have picked out something that will fit the man, and not look too horrible. "We can do the make-up with ease." She chuckles softly. "Bet he'll love that..."

Eugenia Phelps: She covers her mouth with a hand to stifle her chuckle. She has a feeling that today will be really interesting.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She positively beams that her and jarod are on the same page with the makeup. "Something glitzy.. but tasteful. Something a malefactor can be proud to wear. You know.. like silver glitter and white eyeliner. I always keep some in the glove compartment.."

Eugenia Phelps: In the meantime, she's jsut going to study the Melodified Jarod and Brigitte, trying to figure out all of the angles.

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+empathy: 9,6,5,4,7,4,8,

Eugenia Phelps: [Used merit socially aware to figure out what the deal is between them..]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She zips the silver bmw down the street and in no time comes to a quick stop, parallel parking close to Vic's alley. With her window down the area is filled with her usual annoyingly loud industrial mix.

Victor Mendez: *Victor wanders out of the alley* "New body same shitty taste in music" *he mutters to himself as he walks up to the car*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles and blows him a kiss from her seat. Turning to 'charity' and nia, she states "You two switch places so Jarod can help Vic with his makeup. Real girl's up front. She-males in the back, please."

Melodized Jarod -> Eugenia Phelps: He has an very strong love and respect for Brigette, as a circlemate and a comrade. Attraction? Yes, it's there. But it's also conflicted. Besides his feelings for Melody and for Nia, he's worried, deeply worried about her. He wants to help her, but doesn't want to get too emotionally involved, because it will destroy his objectivity.

Victor Mendez: "pop your trunk" *he says with a shake of his head*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a sly grin and does as the man asks, popping the trunk.

Victor Mendez: ((Awareness diff 9 if you have it))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+aware: 7,6,1,7,

Melodized Jarod: "Sounds like a plan." She slips out of the front seat, moving to get in the back.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Eep! *ducks*)

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+awareness: 7,2,4,5,

Melodized Jarod -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Whatever Victor has on him...it's EVIL! He has a sense of increased Torment, best as Brigette can tell.))

Victor Mendez: *Victor drops his guitar case and his tool box into the trunk before slipping into the back seat* "So whats the plan?"

Eugenia Phelps: She slides past 'Charity' to get into the front seat beside Brigitte. So far, things are going well tonigiht. She gives Victor a warm and friendly smile.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte quirks a brow with a suspiscious look to Victor. Untrusting, perhaps. She blinks over to she-jarod to see if he notices the same thing.

Melodized Jarod: d10: Per+Aware: 8,4,4,4,5,

Melodized Jarod: She doesn't seem to notice anything.

Victor Mendez: "Allright is there any way for me to bring the case with me when we go in?" *he says with a smile to them*

Melodized Jarod: "The plan, Victor, as that you're going to be a woman, and we're all going to sneak in and try and sneak some answers out of Ouest's contact without him knowing anything's up. Victor, this is Nia...Nia, Victor. Nia's an Ishhara...Victor, a Malefactor."

Melodized Jarod: "I doubt it, no."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns and turns back to get ready to start back up once everyone's in. "The plan is to flock into his house, acting oblivious. I'm going to try to talk some details out of him under the guise that I'm interested in learning about his newfound friend the lord of chains. I'm going to choose my words carefully.. trying to keep him from doing anything stupid like invoking him in our prescence. We need to find out where the reliquary is.. and any other useful information he might have. I don't know if he's like us.. or a thrall.. or what. So we need to be prepared for anything."

Eugenia Phelps: She waves. "Nice to meet you." All happy, friendly smiles.

Victor Mendez: *he nods* "Well hopefully if everything goes to plan it wont be needed"

Victor Mendez: *he nods to Nia* "hey"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lays a finger to her chin. "Hmm.. I don't think he'd suspect anything from a simple guitar case.. I'd hate for him to sense anything before we have the chance to get our information.."

Victor Mendez: *Victor sits in the backseat with Jarod* "Allright do your worst" *he says with a smirk to the he/she*

Melodized Jarod: She's looking Victor over speculatively with Melody's eyes, as if trying to imagine how much she can change him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte takes off with a smirk. "Alright.. if I'm bring brigitte tonight.. and jarod's being Charity.. We need cool names for you two as well." She blinks to the rear view mirror with a sly grin. "Can I call you Vickie ~now~ love?"

Melodized Jarod: "All right...you asked for it. Let's see how much of a miracle job I can do..." He reaches out to brush manicured fingers against Victor's cheek, focusing.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (bring-being)

Victor Mendez: *He stares at brigitte* "Sure until this is over and then if you say it ill lock you in a dumpster"

Eugenia Phelps: "A cool name for me?" She ponders a moment, chewing on her bottom lip in thought.

Melodized Jarod: d10: Alter Appearance(WP): 6,5,7,9,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins "Better make sure it's waterproof." She flashes a wink to the man before giving Nia another proper once over. "Mmmm.. You don't have to, love. You can use your real name if you like. We don't really know what we're up against. It's up to you."

Victor Mendez -> Melodized Jarod: ((you cant spen wp on lores only faith))

Victor Mendez: *He flicks his eyes over to Brigitte* "is that a challenge?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She rolls her eyes at the malefactor. "Oh, I'm sure you could make a positively lovely waterproof dumpster, love. ~trust me~ I'm not challenging you. You just know how lonely I get.. I'd cry myself silly if I were locked in a dumpster all by myself.."

Melodized Jarod -> Victor Mendez: ((Show me the page number.))

Eugenia Phelps: She's pondering at the moment while Brigitte and Victor continue to talk.

Victor Mendez -> Melodized Jarod: ((I know its in here somewhere and when I find it ill send the # to you))

Victor Mendez -> Melodized Jarod: ((but I dont want to hold up the scene for somthing as minor as this))

Melodized Jarod -> Victor Mendez: ((Okay. Because per p. 162, Willpower can be used as an auto-success on any single action.))

Melodized Jarod: Victor's hair grows a little bit, lightening to a white blonde color. His face changes slightly, becoming more feminine, eyes taking on a deep blue color. His skin darkens to a dusky color, the overall effect generally making him as feminine as possible. Not perfect, or even great, but he'll pass as female...just an ugly one.

Eugenia Phelps: "Gwen." She decides after a long pause.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte thinks out loud. "Alright.. so if Eugenia's the good cop.. and I'm the bad cop.. and Jarod's the worse cop.." She pauses and gives a tiny giggle. "Oh, I know. Vic can be the quiet cop that sits in the back and snaps if anything goes down. Doesn't every interrogation force have one of those?"

Victor Mendez -> Melodized Jarod: ((page 171 the secound paragraph on the page Additionally point of temporary Faith can be spent to gain automatic success on an evocation roll, similar to the function of Willpower in the case of attribute and ability rolls))

Melodized Jarod -> Victor Mendez: ((This book is so Errata-prone...))

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks at the three of them* "Why do I have to wear a dress again?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Because Andrew is a political sleaze. He'll be a lot more talkative if he's in the prescence of four gorgeous.." She squints in the rear view mirror, seeing victor in his new form for the first time "... ehh.. Four girls he thinks about to get it on with, he'll be a lot less suspiscious."

Melodized Jarod: Oh, and of course, he has make-up on, tasteful though, to help with the feminization. "Because Horne is expecting women." He hands over the dress.

Victor Mendez: "You had best fix this when were done" *he says deathly serious as he looks at the dress*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte does her best to keep from smirking. She clears her throat and keeps her eyes on the road.

Eugenia Phelps: "Will there have to be any nudity involved to get him to talk?" Wondering aloud.

Melodized Jarod: "Don't worry, I will." She chuckles a little bit and leans back in the back seat, looking away as he changes.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. "I'm sure it couldn't hurt anything if that's what you're into, love. I'll probably do most of the dirty work. I'm used to dealing with him." She gives a tiny frown, still watching the road. "It'll be fine."

Victor Mendez: *Victor shakes his head* "Ill get into the damn thing but no way im takeing it off for him" *he says with a bit of a scowl*

Eugenia Phelps: She chuckles. "Well, if nudity becomes appropriate.." She doesn't sound all that eager to strip, though.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She zips closer toward the bronx. "I really do appreciate you guys coming to help me on this. I.. I don't know if I could do it alone."

Melodized Jarod: "Any time, love." Se smiles to Brigette. "You know that." Se remains silent as to whether she's willing to do nudity.

Victor Mendez: *he smiles* "just remeber im wearing a dress for you Ouestucati"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks. "Yes, yes love. Last time you got to pick out the recon outfits." She gives a soft giggle. "I should have brought my pushup bra and some tissue paper. You're flatter than a twelve year old boy."

Eugenia Phelps: That makes her giggle a little, shaking her head before giving Brigid another of her brilliant smiles. "I'm glad to help another of my circle."

Victor Mendez: *Victor laughs* "keep laughing one day your will just find tires where you used to have a car" *he says with a smirk*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a tihn brow and looks back out to the road. Getting closer. She purses her lips and stays quiet. "We're almost there. Submissive and pretty. I'll get him talking anyway necessary."

Melodized Jarod: She shakes her head, chuckling a bit.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins to the rearview mirror at Victor. "Hmmm.. SOMEbody's not taking well to their newfound hormones.. Maybe I have some midol in the glove compartment.."

Victor Mendez: *He shakes his head and looks at Jarod* "Allright now why do I put up with this again?"

Melodized Jarod: "All right," she says, looking to Brigette. "Submissive and pretty, I can do."

Melodized Jarod: "Because you hate Thomas?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte pulls into the drive of the house with a tiny shiver of familiarity rushing through her tense arms. She cuts the engine and pauses. Looking to the door.

Victor Mendez: *he nods* "good reason thanks for reminding me" *he says with a smile to Jarod*

Eugenia Phelps: Submissive and pretty...she's going to channel that boy she saw at Limelight the other night. He was submissive and pretty.

Melodized Jarod: The house of the good Councilman Andrew Horne is a good-sized home...opulent, among the waste that is the Bronx. Which is to say it's middle class. There is a light on inside...someone's up late.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slowly pulls her cardgan up over her shoulders and steps from the car, dropping her keys in her pocket once the doors are locked. No time like the present. She forces a saucy grin to her face, meeting Andrew as she always had before.

Eugenia Phelps: She slides from the car, tugs absently at her skirt, and does her best to figure out how to look submissive. She figures she's got pretty well taken care of.

Victor Mendez: *Victor gets out of the car looking like a 2 dollar whore and waits for the other to lead the way*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She hesitantly leads them up to the door and gives it a delicate knock.

Melodized Jarod: She slips out of the car to come up behind Brigette, following the other's lead.

The door opens as the girls and "girls" come up, and standing there is Councilman Horne himself. He's in his late thirties...attractive, no doubt, in that distinguished way. Light auburn hair, a sort of Kennedy-esque all-American look. He smiles warmly at Brigette, stepping forward to hug her. "Brigette, dear," he says in a rich, cultured baritone. "I've missed you..."

Vickie Mendez: *he stands there looking at the man and forceing a smile, this scum bag had better have somthing useful he thinks to himself*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She wraps her delicate arms around the man's waist, clinging tightly with a soft kiss to his cheek. "Andrew!" she gives a girlish giggle and looks over her shoulder. "These are my girlfriends, Charity, Gwen and Vickie." She motions to each respectively. "Girls, this is my Andrew."

Vickie Mendez: *he-she gives a nod to the man*

Melodized Jarod: He returns the kiss, and looks over the other three appreciatively...well, except Vickie, who while he gets a smile, obviously doesn't capture his interest as much. Still, he's warm to Vickie, too. "Hello, all...lovely to see you. Please, come in, come in..."

Eugenia Phelps: She gives the councilman a warm smile. "Hello, Andrew." Murmured with a little duck of her head.

Vickie Mendez: *He follows the others inside staying quite*

Melodized Jarod: "Charity" gives Andrew an appreciative once-over, and moves to follow Brigette inside. Making Brigette look like the obvious leader.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte sticks close to Andrew, slipping a loving arm around the man's waist with a weak lean in his direction. "How've you been? It's been a while.."

Melodized Jarod: Andrew guides each of them in, one at a time, to the house, his hand finding the smalls of ther backs as he does. A comforting touch, perhaps....slightly intimate.

Melodized Jarod: "It has been a while, hasn't it, baby girl?" He gives Brigette a warm, almost fatherly smile...a little too lascivious for fatherly, though. "I'm well, doing very well. I'm more curious about you, though...but inside first, hmm?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a girlish giggle and does as the man says, slinking inside with an obvious sway of the hips. She meanders into the house.

Vickie Mendez: *Victor tenses a bit when the man touches the small of his back*

Eugenia Phelps: She bites her lip at the touch, just going with the flow. She just keeps that soft, pleasant smile, though.

Melodized Jarod: He raises an eyebrow to Vickie, and at the stiffness, he rubs a little there at his back. "Is everything okay, Vickie? You seem...tense."

Vickie Mendez: *She nods*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a girlish giggle and meanders back toward Vickie and Andrew, giving the man a playful swat on the shoulder. "Oh behave, you. She's just new. You know very well you can be a bit intimidating at times." She flashes the man a meek smile. "Remember when we first met?"

Ravyn: Charity makes it inside and and starts casually looking around, like a young girl impressed by the man's affulence. And affulent it is...the house is almost opulent. Art pieces hang on the wall, large ceilings...a fireplace, large mantle. Grandfather clock...the whole nine yards.

Eugenia Phelps: She follows Charity's example, hands folding demurely in front of her..as if she can really manage demure in her outfit.

Vickie Mendez: *Vickie smiles at all the stuff, how much precsious metal could be take off this scum bags hands*

Ravyn: "Yes, yes..." Andrew chuckles to Brigette. "It was quite the new experience for you, I know." He moves his hand away from Vickie's back and lets her walk in, then shuts the door after them. "What lovely friends you have, Brigette. Truly." He looks the four of them over...it might be difficult for an imprssionable teen to notice the expression on his face, but it's not difficult for the four to see the lust behind his eyes.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a saucy grin over her shoulder to the man. Teasing with the same hint of lust. "You know I like to keep good company. And I pamper my regulars. You were always one of my favorites, Andrew." She leans up to kiss the mans neck, murmering into his ear. "I was hoping the two of us could have a nice talk before we get this party started. Is that alright with you, dear?"

Vickie Mendez: *Vickie just stands there waiting for what is to happen next*

Ravyn: "I think that's an excellent idea," he says to Brigette with a smile. The others get smiles. "Make yourselves at home...there's drinks in the kitchen." He holds out an arm for Brigette to take, to lead her off.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips her arm around Andrews with a soft smile over her shoulder to her girlfriends. "Shouldn't take long, girls. I'll yell when we're ready for you." She flashes a sultry wink and is gladly lead off by andrew. Comforting with herself that her circle will be in the next room.

Ravyn: Charity smiles to Brigette and Andrew, perhaps a bit shyly. "Okay." She moves to head into the kitchen.

Vickie Mendez: *Vickie walks into th kitchen and opens up the guys refrigerator and looks for some milk*

Ravyn: Andrew heads off with Brigette, moving off, past the dining room and his den, to the bedroom.

Vickie Mendez: *Victor takes a jug of milk out and finds a glass pouring a drink* "Well what shall we do now?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips her cardigan off delicate arms, hanging it over a chair. She meanders around the bedroom with a meek pose. "So.." She gives a soft giggle, running a hand through blonde hair. "This is a bit more awkward than I'd hoped."

Eugenia Phelps: She just blinks a little and blushes faintly, heading into the kitchen to get some free food.

Ravyn: The door to the bedroom shuts.

Ravyn: Inside the kitchen, Charity purs herself a drink, half-full, and swirls it around a bit, looking to Vike and Nia. "All right. Time to get ready, in case he's invoked," she mutters quietly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny jump when the door closes. Startled, maybe.

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: He shuts the door behind him, leaning against the door for a moment, smiling to Brigette. "Awkward? How to you mean, Brigette?" He tilts his head to the side, smiling a little, curiosly.

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Per+Alert))

Vickie Mendez: *Victor nods as he moves through the kitchen looking for the biggest sharpest knife he can find*

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: Dex+Stealth: 2,9,5,7,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+alert: 8,3,8,2,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: She thinks he did something behind his back, but isn't sure quite what.

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She gives a meek shift of her weight and offers him a soft smile. "Well.. about the last time I saw you.. I.. I didn't mean to.." She gives a tiny shake of the head. "Pass out. That was silly of me. I should have kept my head. That creature was just so.." She trails off with a glint of awe and respect in her eyes. She takes a step forward "You must be even more powerful than I thought to have friends like that."

Eugenia Phelps: "All right." She nods and finds something to drink. She needs her nerves to be calmed.

Ravyn: Vickie finds a nice, strong butcher knife. Charity starts looking around for something else, it seems.

Eugenia Phelps: After her drink is procured, she's looking around for something to defend herself with.

Vickie Mendez: *He looks down at the knife, mortal craftsmanship but it will have to do he says as he sighs a bit*

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: He smiles a little bit, brow raising. "Creature? Are you sure you weren't just...maybe on something at the time?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I haven't had to fight since the War." Softly to Charity.

Ravyn: "You'll be okay," she says to Nia with a smile, opening up the pantry and looking through it. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She gives another soft laugh, looking up to him with a shy smile "Dear.. I've been on every drug imaginable.. and I've never seen anything like that. I'm not going to ask you anything you're not comfortable talking about, andrew. I just.." She gives a tiny shrug, moving a little closer with the same lusty look in her eye. ".. I'm curious. It looked fascinating. Beautiful in its own way."

Vickie Mendez: *He smiles at Nia* "As he said we will look after you if it comes to that, lets just hope it dosent come to that"

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little, comforted by Charity's words. "I'll try not to." A warm smile breaks over her face as she finds a...rolling pin. "Hmm..maybe a pan and a rolling pin?"

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: He smirks a little bit, moving away from the door finally, his hands coming out on front of him to draw her into a hug. "Brigette, Brigette, Brigette...come here, baby girl. Let me explain it all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She warmly accepts the embrace, knowing damn well it could be a bad idea. After all.. she does remember what happened with Cherry. She leans up with a soft smile to kiss the man's chin. An eager look about her.

Ravyn: Charity grins a little. "Well, that's a start." She pulls out a can of Pam, and her lighter. "This was my plan."

Eugenia Phelps: "Ooh..that's a very good plan."

Vickie Mendez: "Ill just stick with the butcher knife" *he says with a smile wishing he had his axe*

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: He wraps his arms around her shoulders, accepting the kiss and kissing her cheek. He squeezes his arms around her. "That was a very close, personal friend of mine..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She wraps her delicate arms around his waist, pressing herself against the man. She nuzzles her nose to his neck. "You have so many friends, Andrew. How close are you? What.. what does this all mean?"

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Sadly, I don't think I can tell you that." Hands find her neck. "You'll understand soon." ((Init))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: init + six: 10,

Ravyn: d10: Init: 3,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Declare Order is Andrew, then Brigette, slowest to fastest)) He's trying to strangle her, hands wrapping around her throat and squeezing tight.

Ravyn: d10: Strength+Brawl: 4,2,8,3,4,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: init: 8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She's attempting to worm away, backing quickly out of his grasp before it can close. If successful, she'd gain a confused look and ask "Andrew.. how could you?"

Vikie Mendez -> Ravyn: ((do you want Init from all of us?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: dex+dodge: 9,3,9,6,4,5,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Contest with Strength+Brawl. He's already got her grappled, essentially.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: str+brawl: 3,4,4,8,

Ravyn: ((Init was only needed for Brigette & Andrew at this point, sorry. :P))

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: (my bad, didn't realize)

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: Damage: 1,3,7,

Eugenia Phelps: [Sowwy. Brain=fuzzy.]

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((S'all good)) His hands close around her neck, but he isn't able to do much at this point, being to close.

Ravyn: Out in the main room, Charity looks to the others. "All right...anyone feel anything odd around here?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Um...not yet?"

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: And he's continuing to try and choke her this round. He looks almost sad about it. She was one of his favorites, after all.

Vikie Mendez: *he shakes his head* "Should I?"

Ravyn: "Well, if the reliquary's here..." She shrugs. "I would assume it's got a bad vibe."

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: (since he hasn't done any damage, would it be correct to assume she can breathe and therefore speak?)

Vikie Mendez: "Do you feel anything?" *he says looking at Jarod*

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Correct.))

Ravyn: "Nope. Which is a good sign.))

Ravyn: )) = "

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She gives a tiny smirk up to the man, making a quick grab of her own toward the man's privates. "Andrew. We need to talk. I want to help you, but you're not making it very easy."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: dex+brawl: 2,7,7,2,8,7,

Eugenia Phelps: "Well, it's not as bad as it could be, I suppose."

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Damage automatic for the choking this round, as she's not trying to break.))

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: Damage: 6,2,2,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: (and for the record, with her grab, she's trying very hard to hurt the man. it's not a happy grip.)

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((And good ol' Str+3 damage. I'll say if he takes any, he has to roll Stamina and acheive final damage amount in successes or is stunned.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: soak: 8,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: damage: 7,3,8,5,2,

Ravyn: d10: Soak: 6,7,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: So now, he's holding her throat, she's grabbing his balls. Neither is doing physical damage, though Andrew's not a happy camper. He goes to headbutt her.

Ravyn: d10: Dex+Brawl: 8,10,4,4,9,

Ravyn: "No, it's not," she says, sighing and curling a bit of hair back behind her ear. She looks down at the stove, catching her reflection, and sighs a bit, then looks toward the hallway.

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: Her eyes widen, spotting his advance. She concentrates on the man (using empathetic response to try to gain trust and suspiscion and fear) and shouts "Stop it, this instant Andrew!"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: man+emp: 5,2,3,3,5,8,

Vikie Mendez: ((Just to let everyone know I have about an hour before I have to start getting ready for work))

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: (i dont guess the angelic gaze merit would help me in this one, would it?)

Ravyn: ((Per+Aware & Per+Alert from those not in the bedroom))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (i'm trying to hurry, i really am. damn mortal is being stubborn. *hmph*)

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((It would. It doesn't seem to work, though.))

Ravyn: d10: Per+Aware: 6,6,10,6,2,

Ravyn: d10: Per+Alert: 4,4,4,10,10,

Ravyn: d10: Damage: 3,3,7,10,2,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: soak: 6,6,

Vikie Mendez: d10: per+aware: 3,2,4,3,

Vikie Mendez: d10: per+alert: 10,7,2,8,4,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 6,8,8,5,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+awareness: 2,3,6,8,

Ravyn: Nia picks it up about the same time Charity's head jerks toward the bedroom...something otherworldly just went on in there. Regardless, that all here Brigette's muffled shout: "Stop it, this instant, Andrew!"

Eugenia Phelps: "Pan and pin time?" To Charity.

Ravyn: And Charity, Pam and lighter in hand, starts racing for the hallway. Lores in use, Brigette shouting to stop...the jig is up.

Ravyn: d10: Per+Aware: 2,4,4,9,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: He's gettin angry now...and his eyes widen when she tries to use a Lore on him. He rears his hand back, to backhand her. Good old-fashioned pimp slap o' doom.

Ravyn: d10: Dex+Brawl: 10,2,2,9,10,

Vikie Mendez: *Victor runs with the knife towards following after Charity*

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: She gives a tiny gasp at being headbutted. The nerve! She hauls off to kick him in the junk.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: dex+brawl: 6,7,5,7,6,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: damage: 2,2,7,5,5,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: Damage: 8,9,4,4,4,

Ravyn: d10: Soak: 2,8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: soak: 9,4,

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: The pimp slap leaves a good strong bruise across her cheek. ((1 bash))

Ravyn: ((Okay, NOW initiatives. *S*))

Vikie Mendez: d10: init: 8,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: init: 5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn: (he's not still holding onto her is he?)

Vikie Mendez: ((15))

Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Nope))

Ravyn: d10: Init: 3,

Eugenia Phelps: [10]

Ravyn: ((Init order is Andrew, Charity, Nia, Brigette, Vickie. Yay, no more PM's.))

Ravyn: Andrew glares at the girl who dared try to lay a hand on him. "Bitch!" He goes to backhand her again.

Ravyn: d10: Dex+Brawl: 2,7,10,5,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (I go on 16, vic's 15. i should go before him, unless i have more damage than i thought. don't i only have 1?)

Ravyn: ((Sorry, you're correct, Brig. Brain got foggy.))

Ravyn: Charity runs for the door, grabbing it... "Locked!" She swears under her breath and tries to force it.

Ravyn: d10: Strength+Brawl: 2,7,4,7,

Eugenia Phelps: She frowns a little, watching Charity try to force the door open.

Vikie Mendez: d10: Int+crafts ( f): 2,9,6,7,1,3,5,

Vikie Mendez: ((Sorry about that put hit roll before posting the action)) *he runs his hand over the door and focuses on the lock willing it to open* ((activate object))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slings herself to the floor, dropping limp as a ragdoll trying not to get hit again. Shit hurts. "Andew, please.. Stop this.." She pleads.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: dex+dodge: 2,4,2,6,8,9,

Ravyn: RECAP: Brigette Dodge's Andrew's backhand, Vickie wills the lock open, and Charity forces the door thanks to that, allowing then into the room to see Andrew standing over a pleading Brigette. Nia's trying to get a sense of what's happening.

Ravyn: Andrew turns around, seeing the other girls flooding into the room, and moves to go over the bed, for the window.

Ravyn: d10: Dex+Athletics: 7,4,4,

Ravyn: ((Same order as last time, for the record. Andrew, Charity, Nia, Vickie, Brigette))

Ravyn: Charity dives to tackle Andrew.

Ravyn: d10: Dex+Brawl: 7,3,1,7,3,

Eugenia Phelps: She makes for Andrew, swinging the frying pan and rolling pin.

Eugenia Phelps: She's using the pan as her main weapon since the rolling pin is, well, wood.

Vikie Mendez: *Victor goes to tackle the man as well trying to help his dreams of a dogpile of women come true*

Eugenia Phelps: d10: Dex+Melee: 6,7,6,4,9,

Vikie Mendez: d10: Dex+brawl: 9,2,3,9,4,9,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte.. rolls out of the way of the dogpile. She shouts "Don't kill him!"

Ravyn: ((Damages, guys. Eugenia, Strength+3, Victor, Str+4))

Vikie Mendez: d10: : 9,9,10,6,4,8,2,3,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: damage: 3,3,5,6,4,

Ravyn: d10: Soak: 8,9,

Ravyn: d10: Soak: 9,8,

Ravyn: RECAP: Brigette rolls out of the way of the throng of people. Nia's pan doesn't do much, but Victor's tackle does, stunning the man. Charity is just insult on top of injury.

Ravyn: ((Everyone has a free round on him.)) Charity goes for bedspread, tearing strips to bind him with.

Ravyn: ((Don't worry about initiative order in this one, either. S'all good. :) ))

Vikie Mendez: *Victor moves brings his fist down on the man intnent to knock him out so that they can bind and talk with him at their leasuire*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (ahh. coolness) Brigitte picks herself up off the ground, stepping over in that direction. She rubs a bruised cheek. "I don't think he's a mortal. Gag him.. or knock him out"

Vikie Mendez: d10: Dex+brawl: 8,4,9,3,9,7,9,

Vikie Mendez: d10: Dam: 9,6,4,8,10,5,3,9,

Ravyn: d10: Soak: 1,9,

Ravyn: And Vikie's blow is enough to knock his ass OUT.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lol. she may be ugly.. but DAMN can she throw a punch! *ducks*)

Ravyn: ((Combat ovah.)) Charity starts handing strip of cloth to Victor. "Tie him up, and gag him. Don't need him invoking the Earthbound."

Vikie Mendez: *Victor gets off of him and looks down at him* "pervert" *he says before moveing to help charity make bindings for the man*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks, still rubbing her cheek. More insulted than anything. "Well, now. That works. Excellent work, love." she flashes an odd glance down to the unconscious man. Almost sorry for him.

Vikie Mendez: *Victor gags the man and then looks around the room for a chair to put him in*

Vikie Mendez: ((hey ya I hate to do this but I am really about to need to run so that I can make it to work))

Vikie Mendez -> Ravyn: ((if you want you can run Victor while im at work if it runs over two hours I should be back, Right now though if Victor can find a chair he is going to sit the man in it and then mold the chair so that it has him bound))

Ravyn: ((No problem, Dark.))

Eugenia Phelps: She's just waits a little, waiting to see what she can do.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (did you guys want to continue in a couple hours once he gets settled at work? i dont know nia-p's schedule)

Eugenia Phelps: [Sorry, work was making me slow.]

Vikie Mendez: ((If not Ravyn can run Vic until I get back and I can get the log of what happened from either you or scarlet tommrow))

Eugenia Phelps: [I'm here for another three hours and then I'm gonna go home and sleep...]

Ravyn: ((I'm good for waiting a couple hours, or running Vic. Up to Nia.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (i'm good with either)

Vikie Mendez: ((Well gotta run right now to get ready tell scarlet what ya want to do and she will inform me *G*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (i'd say since vic generally just stands in the background wielding his battleaxe and looking menacing until shit goes down, it'd be fine to continue questioning without him. i think the ishhara can handle it)

Ravyn: ((If you guys really don't mind...the ST could use at LEAST a brief recharge of, maybe, a half-hour? Let me get close to finishing up my other stuff?))

Eugenia Phelps: [Sounds fine to me.]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*nods* that's cool. sorry. was in the other room tending to my sugared up bebe. *shakes head* damn in laws)

Ravyn: ((Totally cool. Will ping in 30.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte sits back and watches the binding with the same hurt look about her. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Quiet.

Ravyn: d10: Vic Shape Object: 3,3,6,9,10,1,7,5,

Eugenia Phelps: She looks over at Brigitte before sitting down beside her. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can get you?"

Ravyn: Victor molds a chair around Andrew, so he can't get away, and he and Charity bind him up, including gagging him for now. They can ungag him when they need to.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shake of the head, looking down to the floor. "No, love. Thank you." She takes a deep breath, strengthening herself. Can't appear weak at an interrogation. Bad form.

Ravyn: ((And in an excellent bit of timing...))

Ravyn: She steps back fron the bound body, looking to Brigette in concern, before looking back to Andrew. "Okay, folks...only one minor problem. How do we question him without giving him a chance to invoke Cernnunos?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte reaches over to lay a delicate hand to Eugenia's leg, giving it a gentle squeeze and flashing the woman a confident smile. She pushes herself up from the bed and meanders over toward the bound man. "My skills were ineffective on him. Either I'm losing my touch, or he's enhanced in one way or another."

Victor Mendez: *He shrugs looking at the three of them* "that is a good question indeed"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Fear. Coersion. We make it abundantly clear that if he even mumbles a sylable in that direction.. he's dead before the word's out." She blinks up to Victor and tosses her keys to the hideous looking drag queen. "I think it's time you brought your case in, love. It's getting deep."

Victor Mendez: *Victor catches the keys and moves out of the house to fetch his guitar case*

Ravyn: "Works for me." She nods, shifting the dress a little bit...the thing very much out of place after her burst through the door, rough tackle, and rushed binding. It was probably inadvertantly showing of Melody then he realized. "Jesus. How do you ladies WEAR these things?"

Eugenia Phelps: She just looks between them, trying to figure out what she should do next. At the moment, looking pretty seems to be the best plan. [They always come in time consuming clumps...*sighs*]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sultry grin to charity, moving over to slip a loving arm around her waist. "You look positively stunning. We really should do this more often." She smirks, stifling a giggle. "Not Vic, though. He ~gets~ pants."

Victor Mendez: *After about 5 minutes Victor moves back into the room and sits the case on the bed undoing the latches opening it to reveal a beautifully crafted battle axe*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a bright smile to Victor. "There we go. Lovely." She motions over toward Andrew. "Victoria, love.. I want you hoving over our little friend there. If he even mumbles half of the lord of chain's celestial name.. silence him. Quickly. By any means necessary." She smriks. "Do TRY not to kill him, though. Until we get what we need."

Ravyn: She smiles a little to Brigette. "Chose the best form I could think of, love." A little shrug, and she leans in slightly, watching Victor left the axe out. "Ahh, the old threaten them with the battle axe play."

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks between the gatherd people* "Should I use my form to help with the intimidation?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lays a finger to her chin, thinking. "Best not to pull out all of our cards until they're needed, love. He still doesn't know who WE are."

Victor Mendez: *Victor pulls the battle axe out gripping it with both hands and moveing to stand next to Andrew*

Ravyn: A low moan, and Andrew's eyes flutter open a little, unfocused at first. One of them is starting to swell up from the nasty hit that Victor gave him, but he can still seee and hear, likely.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a delicate hand over his swollen eye, a soft smile down to the man "Ohhh.. love, that looks positively terrible. Are you hurt badly?" She smirks at the man with a proud downward glance.

Ravyn: Charity leans where she is, giving the man a squinting frown.

Andrew blinks a couple times, the moan becoming loouder as sense returns. "Mmmphhmph." That's what it sounded right.

Victor Mendez: *Victor stands there not saying a word holding the axe*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod down to the man. "I bet." She trails a hand down to his chest. "Let me level with you, love. That.. was nothing.. compared to what we're going to do to you if we don't get some answers to a few questions we have." She flashes a creepily sweet smile. "Nod if you understand me. I can't stand to listen to mumbling.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (attempting first level of lore of longing, rolling per+emp)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 6,10,2,7,7,

Eugenia Phelps: She's sitting on the bed, legs crossed, just watching the proceedings until she's needed.

Ravyn: He nods a little bit, slowly to Birgette. The lore doesn't seem to be helping, though the axe is certainly quite good encouragement.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs her hand back up the man's neck, cupping his jaw "Let me make one thing abundantly clear. If you so much as mumble the first syllable.. of your ~dear old friend's~ name.." She flashes a wicked grin. "Vickie will have you begging for death before the night's over. Nod if you understand me." She pushes his chin so that he's facing the menacing battleaxe.

Ravyn: A slight widening of the eyes, and another slow nod.

Ravyn: Charity chuckles a little bit at the man's reaction.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mmm... lovely. I'm going to remove your gag. The first thing out of your mouth is going to be a formal introduction. If you're one of the fallen, please state your celestial name to the entire class. If you're a thrall of the earthbound or one of his little minions, please inform us as such. And no invocations, love or else.." She smirks looking over to Vickie with a girlish giggle "Well, yes we've been over that already. I digress." She removes the gag.

Victor Mendez: *Victor grins at the man* "Sure you dont wanna kiss" *he says in a very masculine voice*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte does her best to keep from bursting out in a fit of giggles. Come on.. serious face.. Life or death. She flashes Vickie a stern motherly glance.

Ravyn: He looks between them, coughing a bit as the gag is taken out. "I'm a proud servant of...him." He almost said it, but stopped himself.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks down at the man and gives him a pat on the head. Like one would do to a puppy who finally piddled outside. "Oh, and I'm very proud OF you, love. Congratulations. You've managed to get mixed up with the losing force and in the process become a target in one of the very worst possible ways." She flashes another sly grin. "Very proud."

Ravyn: He flashes Brigette a look of absolute hatred. "Filthy skank."

Victor Mendez: *Victor lowers the axe to where the blade is barely touching the back of the mans neck* "This axe gets heavier everytime to make a comment like that"

Eugenia Phelps: "Do watch your language, please." She's so polite.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a seductive grin, teasing. She leans in toward the man.. but not too close. Teeth and all. "Odd to hear you saying that, love.. What was it.. only an hour ago.. I had you practically ~begging~." She gives a girlish laugh and winks at the man. "Can we proceed now or are you really going to be all that stubborn. I was hoping to get to bed early tonight. I've a REAL man waiting for me back at the suite."

Ravyn: Definite edge to the man at the rest of the axe at his neck. "Go ahead," he says to Victor. "You won't get the answers you desire, then." Having gotten a touch of nerve...maybe he's figured out he's dead anyway.

Ravyn: Charity frowns a little bit, looking at the man and his bravado. "I hate zealots."

Ravyn: Andrew looks up at Brigette, grinning a bit. "You'll never be more then a whore, bitch. And you know that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks down to Andrew "What is it that makes you admire a man like that so adamantly that you'd give your life to protect his dirty secrets? Is it the power, love? Hell.. *I* could give you power. And I have MUCH nicer legs. You don't HAVE to die tonight, you do realize that yes?"

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks at the man* "Allright ill start with your legs" *he says with his eyes glareing at the man*

Eugenia Phelps: She nibbles on her bottom lip thoughtfully, just watching them. This is all new to her. She's never done anything like this before.

Ravyn: He snorts. "Your power's nothing compared to his...BRIGETTE."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Pretty lips turn to a tiny frown, stepping in close to the man "It was one thing.. to talk to me that way when I get a nobody, being paid abundantly for such abuse.. but I'll NOT be talked to that way.. by a mortal.. when *I* am the one in control of the situation. Do we have an understanding?"

Victor Mendez: "Do you know what a soul trap is Andrew?" *he says calmly standing behind the man*

Ravyn: "I have what you need, Brigette. Who's in control?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks "Plenty of people have what I need. You think you're the only one we know about, love? You're an idiot. You're expendable. The only reason I haven't killed you yet.. is because I'm feeling gracious enough to offer you a chance to redeem yourself." She gives a dainty flick of the wrist. "Vickie, love.. start with the fingers. This is getting boring already."

Eugenia Phelps: She slowly moves from the bed, taking a careful step toward Andrew. "You really needn't be so unpleasant, you know. You're merely prolonging the inevitable."

Ravyn: He looks at Victor, blinking. "A what?"

Victor Mendez: "its a little relic i have that says we dont need you alive" *She says with a smirk* "But we want to do this the nice way because I really dont like blood"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sultry pout "Ohhh.. I wanted to watch him bleed, too.." She flashes Andrew a cocky smirk. Testing him to make another comment about her person.

Ravyn: "Yeah, it is a bitch to get out of the carpet," Charity says with a smirk.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a wide grin and a nod to charity "Like last time."

Ravyn: "Hey, you weren't the one on cleaning duty," she says wryly.

Ravyn: Andrew looks between them all, his arrogant demanor fallen to a more sullen glare.

Eugenia Phelps: "Just give us the information we want to hear and things can be more pleasant." She's looking so sweet and nice, how can he possibly refuse?

Eugenia Phelps: d10: manip+exp (diff ): 7,9,10,1,2,3,2,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: specialty: 7,

Ravyn: d10: WP: 8,8,6,10,9,

Eugenia Phelps: [That was supposed to be diff. 4]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a tiny smirk, moving over to stand next to Nia. She makes a weak lean against the girl. "You're going to tell us where the reliquary is."

Ravyn: He looks at Nia, sneering a little bit, then back to Brigette nearby. "Even if I knew, you think I'd tell you?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Yes, I think you would." She says simply with such a disarming smile.

Victor Mendez: "Which hand do you like the best?" *he asks very calmly*

Eugenia Phelps: She drapes her arm around Brigitte's waist, all casual.

Ravyn: Charity grins to Vickie. "I think you're aiming a bit high there if you want proper effectiveness."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks, listening to Vic's request. "The right.. if my memory rings true." She flashes a sweet smile to Andrew. "You're going to tell us everything you do know, love. Certainly you're a smart enough boy to know even one little fact we haven't picked up on yet. Maybe. I did have very high hopes for you."

Eugenia Phelps: d10: manip+exp(diff ): 6,4,6,7,9,1,10,

Eugenia Phelps: [This was supposed to go first.] "If you want to keep your dangly bits, just tell us. Please? It would be ever so nice of you."

Victor Mendez: *he looks at Charity* "Your probably right" *he says as he moves a little towards the front of him* "Spread his legs, lets take away his manhood"

Eugenia Phelps: d10: specialty: 8,

Ravyn: d10: WP: 3,3,6,7,2,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte kneals down to spread the man's legs with a wicked smirk up to his face. "You're only making this harder on yourself.."

Ravyn: Charity steps forward, starting to pry the man's legs apart. He looks to Nia, lips pursing. "O...I know what it is. But not where it is. He keeps that hidden from me."

Eugenia Phelps: "That's a start." She smiles brilliantly. "Tell us all you know. Please." She ruffles his hair.

Ravyn: Or rather, Charity and Brigette work togeting to pry his legs open.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte runs a hand along the man's inner thigh. Teasing. She gives a soft laugh, watching and lays her head on his knee.

Ravyn: And Charity mimics Brigette's motion. Hoping to SOMEONE that Victor doesn't drop the axe.

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks down at the two of them and then back to Andrew*

Ravyn: "It's a torc. Viking-era...I've only seen it once." His eyes shut smiling a little with an insane sort of bliss.

Eugenia Phelps: "When did you see it?" She presses onward, arms crossed beneath her bosom.

Eugenia Phelps: "And where?"

Ravyn: "About four months ago. When I first found my way into His graces."

Ravyn: "And it was brought to me. Then taken away."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips her hand up, indecently petting the man. She thinks to herself.. what the hell is a torc?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "By whom, dearest?"

Eugenia Phelps: She blinks at the indecent petting, her cheeks flooding with color.

Victor Mendez: *Victor shakes his head as she watches Brigitte and keeps holding the axe*

Ravyn: ((Sorry, had to find my notes. :P)) Charity smiles and slips behind the bound man, slipping her hand under his shirt and gliding over the skin. He swallows. "There were a couple. A teenage girl, maybe 17 or so...and an older guy. White hair. Older guy's name was Tristan...girls name was Malice."

Eugenia Phelps: She makes a mental note. "Anyone have something to write on?"

Victor Mendez: *he sits there listening feeling how heavy the Axe is getting as he stand there*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips up and meanders to his den to get some paper and a pen. To take notes.

Ravyn: She makes a pouting sound and pulls away from Andrew, moving toward the office. She pauses in the door way and looks back, Melody's shocking amber eyes looking them over with a playful grin. "Don't have too much fun with out me...be right back..." She slips away.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: On her way back to the room, she catches charity in the hallway flashing her a soft smile. "Love you."

Ravyn: "Love you, too." She smiles to Brigette. "Ahh, you were getting paper, too." She shrugs and turns to follow the woman back.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a meek smile, looking down to the floor. "I used to stay here. I know where he keeps his things." She wraps a delicate arm around charity's waist and leads her back to the room. She jots down evrything Andrew has said thusfar.

Ravyn: "Fair enough." She puts her arm around Brigette's shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. They all have their traumas. She heads back into the room.

Andrew's alternating looks between Victor and Nia, starting to get a bit nervous.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She finishes jotting down the names and discriptions. "There... we go. Now. Where can we find said persons?"

Victor Mendez: *he stands there stareing at the man sliently*

Ravyn: "Tristan, you can find at Sex clubs...he hangs out there all the time. Malice is...harder to find. She has a lot of movement among the homeless people, but she doesn't show often."

POST LOST

Victor Mendez: "What does Malice look like?" *he says simply*

Eugenia Phelps: She's still smiling, of course, trying to be all polite.

Ravyn: "Mousey girl...unassuming when she wants to be. Dresses all different styles...homeless, preppy, goth, whatever suits her mood."

Ravyn: Charity leans against Brigette, completely the bad cop couplet, listening quietly.

Ravyn: "And they're both higher then me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles and kisses Charity's cheek, getting everything down on paper. "Are they mortals.. like yourself, love. Don't make me ask again. I'm not known for my patience."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Eep! dlp.)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod. "Anything else you can tell us about the pair? Any other insights.. quirks.. habits.. demonic house?" She gives a girlish giggle.

Eugenia Phelps: She shifts her weight from one foot to the next, getting tired of standing still.

Ravyn: "Tristan has a cane he carries with him...cultured. Destinguished, when he's not doing his thing. I don't know his...um, house." He seems a little uncomfortable, as if he was unfamiliar with that term. "Malice, I don't think is an Infernal creature. She's...something else. I don't know what."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "An animal-person? A magician? The motherfucking toothfairy?"

Victor Mendez: *she stands there looking at the man*

Eugenia Phelps: She moves over to Charity's side, just peeking at her with a tiny smile before she looks back at Brigitte and Andrew.

Ravyn: "Magician, I think."

Ravyn: Charity looks over at Nia with a little smile, then looks back.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a nod, jotting it down. "Bingo was his goddamned name-o." She says with a sly grin. She kneals back over next to andrew, laying her head back to his leg. Her arm slips up his chest. "Now then, love. Is there anything else you know that you think would benifit the rest of the class. Be honest now. I happen to think you look better with your genetalia ATTACHED."

Ravyn: He looks down at her, lip curling a little bit in derision. "That's all I can tell you...all I know."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+sub: 5,5,8,8,

Eugenia Phelps: [I've gotta go home and sleep. So, Nia's just going to hang around and look pretty until Jarod takes her home.*chuckles*]

Eugenia Phelps: [G'night, all!]

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (have fun! *hugs*)

Victor Mendez: ((night))

Ravyn: d10: Manip+Subt: 4,8,7,4,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints at the man, then looks over to Charity.

Ravyn: d10: Per+Subt (WP): 4,5,2,3,6,

Ravyn: She shrugs to Brigette, as if to say Sounds right to me...

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and turns to give a soft smile to Andrew. "Good boy." She leans in to lay a soft kiss to the man's lips. When she pulls away she murmers softly. "You should have killed me when you had the chance, you sick fuck." She stands back up to her full height with a nod to Vickie. "Kill him."

Victor Mendez: ((hell since everyone else is rolling I feel left out))

Ravyn: Andrew nods slightly. He expected that. "Enjoy what's left of your existance, you low-rent whore."

Victor Mendez: d10: per+what sub (wp): 3,2,

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks at Brigitte and then at Andrew* "He did as he told us he would, if you want his blood let it be on your hands not mine"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a carefree smile to the man. "I'll have you know since moving out I've given myself a hefty raise. Have fun being dead, asshole." She sticks the gag back in his mouth, just in case.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte shrugs. "I'll do it if you insist, it'll simply take longer. Vickie.. What would you suggest we do? Let him go so he can run back to his little master and tell him what we did? That's not heroic.. it's idiotic."

Ravyn: "He's a willing servant of an Earthbound," she says to Vickie, frowning. "He's not your average, savable mortal."

Victor Mendez: *Victor looks between the two of them and then back at Andrew* "im sorry" *he whispers before bringing the axe down on him*

Victor Mendez: d10: Dex+melee: 9,8,8,6,2,7,1,

Victor Mendez: d10: damage: 9,5,4,8,9,6,6,2,7,2,2,9,

Ravyn: And the head goes flying. The expression on his face is, oddly, gleeful.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte of course steps back before the axe is dropped.

Victor Mendez: d10: Conviction : 6,8,8,

Ravyn: Charity's face scrunches at the action, but it's a momentary twitch, nothing more.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte looks down to the floor, doing her best to feel detatched and ignore her host's memories regarding the man. She gives Charity a tight hug.

Victor Mendez: *Victor grabs the bed sheets off the bed, whats left of them any way and procedes to clean his axe off*

Ravyn: She hugs Brigette back, just as tightly. "S'okay. No other choice." She looks around. "We need to sanitize this place."

Victor Mendez: *Victor goes out of the room and back to the kitchen looking for trash bags*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a tiny frown to the floor. "Fire. Big one."

Victor Mendez: *Victor gets back with the trash bags and looks around at the mess* "before we start a fire I want to get all the valuables out of here they could come in handy later"

Victor Mendez: ((oops delete the before we start a fire part))

Ravyn: He looks around, frowning. "Possibility. But it might spread to the other houses...no one else will die here, but..."

Ravyn: She waves her hand. "Loot away."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, leaning weakly against Charity. "Whatever you feel is best." She rubs the bruise on her chin, looking drained.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (cheek.)

Ravyn: "I don't know..." She shrugs. "It is probably best. Houses weren't that close." She shrugs.

Victor Mendez: *Victor moves through the house takeing everything that looks valuable especially gold, silver, and gemstones of any kind also he will keep a look out for a safe flipping paintings and stuff to try and find it*

Ravyn: ((Per+Invest, Victor))

Victor Mendez: d10: Per+investigation: 5,9,5,3,

Ravyn: He finds no safe, but he finds a good amount of valuables to take.

Victor Mendez -> Ravyn: ((any cash just to ask since that will be used for food for the people in his alley))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a hand along charity's stomach with a tiny smile to the woman "You remember how you always told me.. if I lay a hand on melody.." She gives a soft laugh "This doesn't count, does it?"

Ravyn -> Victor Mendez: ((Yeah, some. Don't ask me how much right now. *G*))

Ravyn: She looks over at Brigette, and then down to her own body. A little sigh. "No...maybe. Hard to tell, I think."

Victor Mendez -> Ravyn: ((Thats cool dont worry about just needed to know if he needed to plan the great grocery hiest of 2006 since he is broke once again *G*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sad laugh, looking down at the corpse. "Tell you what, love. One of these days.. I'll shape into Melody. You can shape into Tansy. And we can spend the entire day moping. Sound good?"

Victor Mendez: *After a while Victor comes back into the room with a trash bag full of valuables* "So what have ya decided to do with the place?"

Ravyn: "Sounds good." She returns the rueful smile, hugging Brigette again, before looking up to Vickie. "Torch it. Best option."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, kissing charity's shoulder before slipping away. "I'll be back. I'll go dig up some torching supplies."

Victor Mendez: *he nods* "Allright"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slinks toward the garage or something similar.. carport.. To look for a gascan.

Ravyn: She starts walking around the house, spilling paper around, books, and that sort of thing. Anything that will go up easily.

Ravyn: Brigette finds a gas can with little difficulty. Nice and full.

Victor Mendez: *he looks around* "Well what do you think the cops will say when they find the headless corpse?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She bounces back to the bedroom with the gascan and gives a bright smile to Vickie. "Did you want to do the honors, or should I?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs to Victor "Damn.. that corpse has no head?"

Ravyn: "Probably something along those lines, yeah." She nods to Brigette.

Victor Mendez: *he shakes his head to brigitte* "You be my guest"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a creepy smile down to the corpse. She gleefully dollops gasoline first on his head, then his body before trailing away and out of the room.

Ravyn: She watches Brigette douse the dead man in gasoline, eyes concerned...but understanding. She backs out of the room in front of her, letting her prep the place.

Victor Mendez: ((well hey ya im getting a bit tired here, so if ya will asume Victor waits around with his bag of loot until Jarod and Brigitte are ready to leave))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She happily does with the same sweet innocent, yet creepy smile about her she pours gasoline down the hallway. When the can runs empty, she pulls a box of matches from her cardigan pocket.

Ravyn: She goes toward the front door. "Ready when you are, love...light 'em up."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a justified smirk and flicks the match, dropping the flame to the gas and watching it go up with a tiny sparkle in her eyes.

Ravyn: "Come on..." She steps forward, to take Brigette's hand and lead her off in case she wants to stay too long. "It's done with."

Victor Mendez: *Victor follows the others out of the house*

Victor Mendez: ((goodnight ya, now if i can only find away out of this other scene *G*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tries to linger a moment, but is easily pulled. She gives a tiny nod still looking back to the fire but following charity. "You're right."

Ravyn: ((Night, Dark!))

Ravyn: She leads Brigette out of the now-burning house to the car, Nia and Victor trailing behind. "Well...we've got something to go off." She looks to Brigette, watching for a moment as they leave.

Ravyn: d10: Per+Empathy: 8,9,5,2,9,7,8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a meek nod, shoving her notes in her pocket. "It's a start." She quietly moves to the car, unlocking it for everyone.

Ravyn: He slips into the car with her, giving her a worried look. "Love? Are you all right?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She forces a tiny smile to her face. "Of course I am." She turns the key cueing the horribly loud music and zips off to vic's alley.

Ravyn: "Okay." She nods and sits back. She doesn't want to talk about it with Nia in the car, or even Victor. Get her alone, let her open up. That's when.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She's quiet the whole way to Vics alley. She waits for Jarod to work his magic turning him back into a man, pops the trunk and lets the man and all of his newfound goodies out.

Ravyn: d10: Change Back: 3,6,9,6,6,

Ravyn: And Changed back he is.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After he's out, she offers to take Nia home. Assuming she agrees she drives there also in silence and drops her off accordingly.

Ravyn: ((I gotta go take a shower...my back is killing me. Will be back in a short while, if you're awake enough and wanna continue.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Mmm.. i might be. *giggles*)

Ravyn: ((Cool cool. *G*))