Blind: Leon steps back across the veil appearing in the corridor at the top of the stairs, looking back as though waiting for something.

Luke Matthews: *Stepping through the veil as if it were nothing more than a curtain, Luke walks through and takes a quick look around and finds the gentleman he's been looking for and puts on an inquisitive face*

Blind [Sunday evening]: Leon steps into the room and walks over to the bar pouring himself a glass of water.

Luke Matthews: *Walking over to a nearby chair, he's going to pull it out and rest himself down after a long walk. Keeping his gaze on the man who brought him here, he's going to fold his arms over his chest and lean back a bit. If this guy had a point, he'll make it evident in time... good thing Luke has some kind of virtue of patience left in him*

Laurel Hensley: She's sitting on the couch, a gin in tonic in her hand as she flips her way through a photo album. When she sees Luke and Leon step in, she looks up suddenly, frowning some as she pushes up her glasses.

The girl is best described as "cute"...the all-American girl next door sort. Tall and thin, with shoulder-length, dark chestnut hair and cool blue eyes, one would imagine that if she gave a big, bright smile, she'd light up the room, and then some. However, she doesn't much seem to be the type to give those wide smiles...her expressions are a bit more muted, softer. A pair of simple, unadorned glasses rest on her nose. The rest of her is fit, and well-proportioned enough...certainly not so much to be voluptuous. More athletic, though she seems to have a more scholarly look to her then a sporty look. She gives off a general feeling of being quite approachable, even if there is a keener, more discerning look in her eyes.

Laurel Hensley: ((Gonna ask in advance that this stay a small scene, being at work. Just so people know.))

Luke Matthews: *Turning his head over to the lady sitting off to the side, Luke will smile and dip his head politely over in her direction in greeting. When he speaks, it's with a thick French-Canadian accent* "Hey-lo madame, sorry for h-intruding." Luke Matthews is still an above average looking man, slightly taller than most and has a fair build on him. He'll never be the biggest guy in the room, but he looks to be in decent shape. His brown hair is neatly parted down the middle and doesn't grow much longer than the top of his ears.

Laurel Hensley: ((Meaning, not a whole Host (pun intended) of folks hopping in, not length. *S*))

Laurel Hensley: She looks Luke over, reaching up to curl a lock of hair behind her ear and smiles a bit. "No apology necessary..." She looks to Leon questioningly. Never assume. She's trying that policy lately.

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: ((sorted))
Leon takes a sip of his water and walks round slowly taking a seat a little off from the two.

Luke Matthews: *Turning his attention back to Leon, he sort of looks at him with an innocent yet confused look* "H-is dere something you wanted to show me, good sir? H-it was an h-awful long walk just to meet up fer a drink, eh?" *Chuckles a bit, in hopes of breaking whatever awkwardness there might have been in the room*

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: He motions a hand to luke and then to laurel then back again.

Laurel Hensley: She sighs a bit...this motion, at least, is understandable. She rises from the couch, setting her drink and the album, closed, aside. A few steps bring him forward and she extends her hand to Luke. "Good evening. I'm Laurel...welcome to Sanctuary. Something tells me...you belong here." Gee, couldn't be the big silent psycho just over yonder, could it?

Luke Matthews: "You h-are right, where are my manners... " Luke stands from his chair and dusts off his hands. Meeting the gaze of the lady in the room, he takes a deep breath before struggling with his words a bit before something eventually comes out.* "My name is Luke Matthews, h-and I am sorry it took so long for de giving of my name, madame." *He takes her hand in hers and in true french style kisses the back of it and lets it go gently, bent slightly forward at the waist as he does so*

Laurel Hensley: She smiles some, cheeks coloring a little at the kiss. Her expression is soft and warm, courteous. "A pleasure to meet you, Luke. So how do you know Leon?"

Luke Matthews: *Straightening himself in his stance, he takes a quick look over to the gentleman and smirks, then looks back to the lady* "Would h-it shock you to know that I h-only just found out 'is name?" *Gives a chuckle as he nods to the other gentleman in the room as if meeting him for the first time.*

Laurel Hensley: "Considering how verbose he is...no, it would not." She chuckles some. "He just prattles on and on, don't you know."

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: He doesn't even react to the nod. or the comment, taking another sip of the water before putting it down, watching with that detached aie, but watching none the less.

Luke Matthews: "If by pratt-el, you mean 'e walks friggin' forever, den yes I h-agree... and I h-am only assewming that you are used to seeing tings as strange as two grown men h-appearing from de nowhere, eh?" *Luke seems to be carrying himself like he's not quite sure what to say and what not to say. Every now and again, his eyes will fall across the room to see if there are any other people watching*

Laurel Hensley: "I am." She nods. "Are you?" Just to give it the point, she focuses on herself, willing the Lore to understand other languages into her mind. To push the man's Awareness.

Laurel Hensley: d10: Translate: 6,9,4,7,5,

Luke Matthews: d10: Aware: 10,8,10,6,5,9,

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: d10: Aware: 3,1,3,5,

Laurel Hensley: ((*points and laughs at Blind like Norman.* HA-ha!))

Laurel Hensley: ((Nelson, even. You know, the SImpsons kid.))

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: And leon suddenly loses the stoic expreshion for one of pain, mouth opens, grits his teeth and puts his hands to his head. for a moment he stops breathing holding his breath before slowly letting the breath out again, pushing his water away. distractedly.

Luke Matthews: *Raising a sudden gaze over to the man who looked like someone might have pinged him in the damn eyeball with a fork from across the room, he takes on a very worried look as he makes his way over to him* "Crap my man, h-are you okay? H'are you feeling well?" *Turning his gaze momentarily over to the lady, he's going to nod in acknowledgement.* "Yes I h-am, espeshily being de guy who walks trew noting like det." *He's going to smirk amusedly yet briefly, before turning his attention over to Leon again*

Laurel Hensley: She looks over at Leon, blinking as he looks like he's in pain. A look of faint concern hits her face. "Leon?"

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: He pushes away in lukes direction when he starts making his way over, sitting back again like nothing had happened, well almost nothing, he does look a bit worse for wear for whatever happened, but with leon, that's not so much of a bad thing neccisserily. though the mood it seems to have put him in might be.

Luke Matthews: *Backing away as Leon motions for him to stop, Luke seems to have the gut instinct to no better than to not listen and sort of takes a couple of steps back. He shrugs, shaking his head at the stubborn man, making his way back to the lady's side. He seems to get more nervous the closer he gets.* "It's... been a bit of de long nite tonite, eh? Witnesses de murder, trying to see de dead man h-on de uder side, and h-eventually finding myself 'ere." *Looks about him in slight awe again*

Laurel Hensley: She frowns some, noting Luke's demeanor...well, this certainly is annoying. She tries a more direct route. She can always take care of him if it's a problem. "Luke..." She says it a little slowly, to make sure he gets it. "Are you one of the Fallen?"

Luke Matthews: "Hmm?" *He looks over to her as if she had just asked the same question twice or something* "H-of course I am, I don't tink det Leon would 'ave led me 'ere if dat were not de case. It is good to know det I am not de h-only one..." *Brings about an expression of undescribable joy, as if the world has just been taken off of his shoulders*

Laurel Hensley: "You thought you were alone?" She smiles a little, amused. "Hardly, dear. There were quite a few of us down below..." She moves back to the couch to take a seat. "Well, then, Luke...what's your older name?"

Luke Matthews: *Taking another look over at Leon to make sure that he's okay, he's going to take a seat near Laurel, but far enough that the man won't stammer from sitting right next to her* "I h-am de one called Elemiah... h-and I remember a time when de 'umans were safe from de cycle of Death... " *Takes a somber moment to remember what he can of better times, then turns his attention back to the lady* "... and yours, cher Laurel?"

Laurel Hensley: d10: Int+Legacy: 7,7,6,3,3,

Blind [Sunday evening -Closed-]: d10: Intel Leg: 7,9,5,8,2,1,3,5,

Laurel Hensley: She leans back just a little, stretching a bit in a way that seems almost innocently seductive...such a way that one could easily imagine that she didn't mean to do so, and might even be embarassed if she realized it. "Melioth...Ishhara and Tyrant of New York. A member of the Silver Legion, during the War."

Luke Matthews -> Laurel Hensley: ..::Elemiah was the angel of death before the fall, the one responsible for bringing about the end of the cycle for all things upon their natural time. After the fall, he became a part of the iron legion, achieving the rank of Fell Knight. His number one love was alawys for the humans::..

Luke Matthews: d10: Intel + Leg: 5,2,2,7,1,7,

Laurel Hensley -> Luke Matthews: Melioth, Ishhara and Angel of Song. As she said, he was a member of the Silver Legion during the war.

Laurel Hensley: ((15 minute warning, btw, folks.))

Luke Matthews: "H-It is good to see you out and about again, cheri." *He says, reaching into his pocket to pull out a business card 'Luke Matthews, Marriage Councilor'* "You would be de first to h-introduce demselves like det to moi, so I 'ope we ken keep in toch?"

Laurel Hensley: She takes the card and smiles. "Of course, Elemiah. I look forward to it. And as I said, welcome to Sanctuary. This is a safe haven for our people, owned and operated by myself and our Court's Minister of Dust. While on this ground, you are safe, but so is every other of our number or those who serve us. Violence won't be tolerated. I hope soon I can talk to you about joining the Court."

Luke Matthews: *Smiling back and blushing a bit himself, he's going to nod very slightly in agreement* "You ken call me whenever you wish. Luke was h-unfortunately a very busy man, so I try to keep myself with de work h-as much as I can. He was also a man of litte personal courage..." *chuckles awkwardly*

Laurel Hensley: She smiles warmly. "It's okay. So was Laurel. Quite a change from my last Host." She flushes softly. "I should...go check on who things are going downstairs. Perhaps we can speak later. Oh, and those bedrooms..." She points to the ones the girls are in. "Mortals live in there. We rescued them from an Erishkigal who's cult was going to sacrifice them to raise him. They are aware now...but be gentle with them. They're still...very fragile. Good day." She turns to head down the stairs ((And I head home!))