Beth: She nods, staying pretty quiet. He can hear her shuffle a bit.

Casey Iver: *Opening the door up enough to allow himself in he looks till he finds her.* "Lass wha's the matter?"

Beth: She hugs her shins tightly. She looks like she's been crying for a while. She whispers "They.. they won't leave me alone.. I just wanna go.."

Casey Iver: *Intuition screams to Casey that theres something more to it. He walks over to her and sits down on the floor.* "Why won they let ya leave?"

Beth: She tightens her grip a bit, pouting. "Because.. they.. they're stupid."

Casey Iver: *Casey frowns a bit.* "ah..see. Ya gotta give me a bi more then tha if im ta get ya outta here lass."

Beth: She maintains her whisper. Huddled back against the wall. "They.. they will let me leave with you.. they just.. they won't let me leave alone. They let me leave with mimi.."

Casey Iver: *Casey nods.* "Alrigh lass, let me go talk ta em and ill see if i can get ya outta here for a bit ok." *He smiles and then stands*

Beth: She frowns, lowering her head. Giving a tiny nod. Waiting.

Casey Iver: *Casey strides out of the room and then down to the lounge to see whos in there.*

Beth: Leon is sitting where he usually is. Eating an apple and being all creepy and quiet. Mimi is sitting at the table with a large stack of books in front of her. Reviewing her notes. There's a man leaning back against the bar with a worried look about him. Unfamiliar to Casey, at least in a personal sense.

Beth: Eli’s frame is tall and slender, very appropriate for the fashion industry. Towering at 6’3” the boy appears as a collage of glitz and glamour. His brightly colored platinum hair is generally sculpted in a faux grunge look, far too calculated to compete with Cobain. His skin is well tanned and overly pampered, gracing him with a spectacular complexion. Although he’s in his early twenties, he still holds a baby faced pout to his lips that is somehow more seductive than innocent, aiding him with a smile that could make a nun blush. Bright emerald eyes ogle curiously from behind his elaborate eye makeup, done usually in black and silver. Both arms are covered in tattoo sleeves that extend all the way to his elbow, most of it being flame work or trendy tribal symbols, all done in black or grayscale. It’s obvious that the boy craves attention, and he usually gets it. (appearance 4, seductive)

Casey Iver: *Casey puts his hands on his hips and scans the room searching for Laurel or the woman who she seems to be attached too. Not seeing either he proceeds glances to Mimi, his eyes straying briefly to the man at the bar, thinking hes seen him somewhere before.* "Evenin Mimi ya haven seen Laurel tanight have ya?"

Beth: Leon ignores Casey. Because he does that. Mimi is too enthralled with her studies to bother looking up. Eli turns an amused eye, a tiny grin forming. "Oo la la.. hello there, Mister Iver. Drink?" When approached, Mimi looks up with a tiny shrug.

Casey Iver: *Casey eyes the young man confused as to how the man knows him.* "An who migh you be?" *He asks uncertainly*

Casey Iver: d10: does he remember?: 4,3,

Beth: He lets out a girlish giggle, strolling over martini in hand. "Sorry, love. Almost forgot. You can call me Eli." He extends a dainty hand in his direction.

Casey Iver: *Still uncertain as to who this man is Casey extends his hand anyways.* "Pleasure ta meet ya fella. Ya wouldna have seen Laurel around would ya?"

Beth: He nods with the same amused grin. "Of course I have, love." He points up. "Her favorite roosting spot. Something I can help you with?" He flashes his bright emerald eyes at the man. Stepping in close.

Casey Iver: *He looks the man in the eye trying to place him* "I'm here ta take the lass Beth ou for a while, she called me and I think its in her interests ta be outta here for a bit."

Beth: He purses his pretty, overly glossed lips. "You.. do know she tried to kill herself.. right?"

Casey Iver: *Casey takes a step back not sure if he believes the man or not.* "Wha are ya talkin about?"

Beth: He takes a deep breath. "Riight. It's.. a bit of a long story, love. There's someone.. messing with her. Got themselves all dolled up like Phillip and was fucking with her head. She.. was there when he was taken out."

Casey Iver: *Casey takes another step back looking somewhat scared now.* "When....when did this appen?"

Laurel Hensley: Speak of the Defiler...footsteps come from the fire escape outside the window in the main room, and after a moment, she steps inside the room. She's dressed a little more daring then usual...a black cami and hiphugging jeans. The glasses are off...someone remembered her contacts. The hair is hanging loose and free.

Beth: "Phillip.. the real one.. found her in a hotel with the imposter early tuesday morning. They brought her back here.. trying to calm her down. Laurel ran a bath for her.. and left her alone to do her thing.. and.." He purses his lips. "But.. we got to her in time. She's.. fine. Just a bit upset, still. We thought it best she isn't alone right now.. so we've been keeping an eye on her." Mimi murmers from the table. "Which she finds a GRAVE injustice on our part.."

Beth: Eli turns toward the window with a loving smile to the girl. "Speak of the devil.. er.. ishhara." He giggles and makes his way over, extending a dainty hand in her direction. "Feeling better, love?"

Laurel Hensley: She looks around, smiling adoringly to Eli. "I am. Someone call my name? I didn't feel my ears burning..." She makes her way over and takes his hand, moving in to kiss him softly. All attention on the man, for this moment.

Beth: He drapes a long arm around Laurel, pulling her close. Ignoring the others for the time being. Mimi rolls her eyes and mumbles down to her notes. "Jesus.. get a room.."

Casey Iver: *Casey curses for a few moments in Gaelic ((not sayin hes fluent but hed know the swears))* "I knew it...tha bastard. I shoulda done somethin when i had the chance." *He pauses for a moment.* "Wait why did she try ta...kill herself when the real phillip stopped teh imposter?"

Beth: Eli steps behind Laurel, wrapping his arms around her waist. Letting her take over.. since she knows more about it than he does. He kisses the top of her head.

Laurel Hensley: She flushes a little bit at Mimi's comment, smiling a little, before nodding to her. She looks over at Casey. "Oh...Beth." Her lips purse a little bit, leaning back into Eli. "It's...a bit sensitive of a subject. But the whole incident was rather traumatic for the girl, I'm afraid."

Casey Iver: *Casey is having a hard time keeping his friendly demenour.* "I wouldna have guessed Ma'am. Either way, im here ta take the lass ou. She called I'm here an now were gonna go for a while."

Beth: Eli frowns a bit. Afterall.. with their plan in action.. they had no way of checking if this is the REAL casey. He gives Laurel a tiny squeeze.

Laurel Hensley: She frowns a bit at that, watching Casey closely. THIS was why they needed to insist, anymore. "Casey, sweetie...you do realize our dilemma here, yes?"

Beth: Beth peeks nervously out of her bedroom door. Peering down the hall.

Casey Iver: *Casey frowns somewhat.* "Are you sayin ya don think i'm me?"

Beth: Eli shrugs. "I'm saying that somewhere.. there's a sick fuck who means to torture the poor girl. If you are you.. it's all gravy. If you're not.. I'd feel terrible in the morning if we let her go with you."

Laurel Hensley: She looks at Beth as she peeks out, giving the girl a little smile as Eli explains.

Beth: Beth frowns to laurel. A pleading glance cast to Casey.

Casey Iver: "Fine, if ya don trust me then how do ya suggest we settle this." *He says slowly*

Beth: He looks down to Laurel. He never claimed to be the brains of the operation.. afterall.

Beth: Beth creeps a bit closer, coming into the lounge. Staring at the gathered fallen.

Laurel Hensley: She sighs a little when Beth frowns at her, looking away from the girl to settle her gaze on Casey. "Well..." She frowns. "Let's start with the basics. Perhaps we should be more formally introduced."

Beth: Beth slinks up behind Casey and wraps a tiny arm around his. Clinging to the man. "I.. I called him.. and he came. It's him, laurel.. Why are you being so mean? I just.. I wanna go. I don't wanna be here.. and.. and you can't make me.."

Casey Iver: *Casey sighs and closes his eyes for a moment seemingly easing himself into a calmer state. He looks down at the girl grabbing his arm.* "Just a moment Beth and we will be leavin" *He looks back to Laurel and Eli* "Very well, I suppose I should be first in this case. I am Mangara the Guide of Fate."

Laurel Hensley: d10: Int+Legacy: 7,7,3,7,1,

Beth: d10: int+leg eli: 3,2,5,3,6,

Beth: d10: int+leg mimi: 8,8,10,7,6,10,5,

Laurel Hensley: ((Mimi wins at life!))

Beth: Eli seems unenlightened. Standing supportively behind Laurel still. Mimi quirks a brow, turning to give the man a subtle once over. New light, as it were. Beth looks terribly confused.

Casey Iver: Mangara is a member of the fourth house, before the fall he guided the fates of animals and man in equal number, ensuring their destinies moved in accordance with His plan. During the war he rarely engaged in combat, spending all of his time in the protection of the mortal herds. He was incredibly devout in his duties saving thousands from the slaughter, some would say his devotion to the mortals was to great, more then even to the war.

Laurel Hensley: "I'm not trying to be mean, Beth." She gives her an apologetic look. "I'm merely trying to fulfill my promise I made you...to keep you safe. Remember?" She looks back to Casey and nods a little bit. "Melioth."

Casey Iver: d10: Leg+Int: 7,1,9,1,4,

Casey Iver: "If you know who i am Ma'am then you know i would do more then most ta keep her safe."

Beth: Eli kisses the top of Laurel's head. "Ouestucati, love. We've met before.. never got around to names, though. Pity.. if we had.. this could have gone much more smoothly.."

Leon Trass: d10: feelin left out :P: 6,9,5,7,7,2,5,

Leon Trass: d10: : 7,10,10,4,4,6,3,

Casey Iver: d10: Int + Leg: 3,7,6,4,6,

Beth: (lmao. sorry. didn't mean to neglect the mute. he's just so.. damn.. quiet.)

Leon Trass: ((lol, It's cool, he's easy to forget about, lol ;) ))

Casey Iver: *Casey nods at the names and particularly to Eli, though not to Laurel.* "Indeed perhaps it would have."

Beth: Mimi watches quietly from her spot on the table.

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little bit. "All right. That's fine...just take care of her while you're with her." It didn't...exactly sond like a request, though it wasn't quite command, either.

Beth: Beth clings to the man's arm. Tight little grip she has.. when she's upset.

Casey Iver: *Casey chuckles.* "Tha's almos an insult ta me Ma'am. Bu i know wha ya mean." *He looks down to Beth.* "Ya need ta get anythin before we go lass?"

Beth: She shakes her head no, adamantly. Eager to be anywhere but here, it seems. Mimi continues to stare.

Casey Iver: *Casey nods smiling to the girl before looking up at the rest of the gathered. He nods to them as well and then takes a step back before turning and leads the child down the stairs and out to his car.*

Beth: Eli gives a worried look, watching them move off. "If.. anything happens.. you'll call, right?"

Laurel Hensley: She gives Casey enough time to perhaps get to the bottom of the stairs, but certainly not out of the club, and then speaks. "Mangara."

Laurel Hensley: ((To clarify...so they're out of earshot, and can't just shout to each other. *S*))

Casey Iver: *Casey pauses in his steps.* "Yes Melioth?"

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little bit. "Good for you. You were honest. Be very careful with her."

Beth: Beth blinks. Confused.

Casey Iver: *Casey looks down at Beth* "Done worry about it lass, jus some las minute comments. So where shall we go?"

Beth: She shrugs, looking down at her feet. "Not here.. not a boat."

Laurel Hensley: She sighs a little, letting the invocation end, and leans back against Eli. "She'll be fine, love."

Casey Iver: *Casey chuckles* "Fair enough lass fair enough." *he leads her out of the club and bundles her up in his car before headin towards Brooklyn.*

Beth: He gives her a tiny squeeze. Still a bit worried, but nodding anyway. "I'm.. sure she will, love."

Beth: (*poofs to brooklyn*)

Laurel Hensley: She sighs and shuts her eyes. "I'm not saying I'm not worried. But...I'm tired of just having nothing but fear and worry. I'm ready to give having some faith in those around us a chance."

Elijah Phillips: He nods, running a gentle hand up the woman's arm. "I.. know love. I know. I'm sure she'll be fine." Mimi rolls her eyes again and turns back to her notes.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles a little at the brushing touch, and then looks over at Mimi. "What is it?"

Elijah Phillips: "Nothing.." she says in another quiet detatched tone. Flipping through her notes.

Laurel Hensley: "How goes the research?"

Elijah Phillips: "It.. goes." she mumbles, digging out a book from the stack and flipping through the pages.

Laurel Hensley: She raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps...a little more detail, sweetie?"

Elijah Phillips: She blinks up to the woman. Distracted it would seem. "Hm? Oh.. detail.. right.." She flips through her notes a bit more. "Urian's had me on a wild goose chase.. digging up whatever information I can on this slayer lord. I'm sifting through potential texts.. trying to see if I can find a lead to his true name.."

Laurel Hensley: "Ahh." She nods a little bit. "No such luck then as of yet, I take it?"

Elijah Phillips: "Not yet.. I've found a bit more about his history. Through some of my old contacts back in Chicago. He was insanely loyal to cernnunos.. that much we already knew. However.." She flips a page in her notes. ".. after the duke rose back up.. he was known for speaking out ~against~ the devil. Hard feelings.. I guess. I didn't know many who ran with that circle.. mind you.. but what I do know comes from quite reliable sources." She doesn't look up, reaching across the table for another book. Flipping through.

Laurel Hensley: She frowns and looks back to Eli, a thoughful--if pensive--look on her face. "We know of someone who used to run with that circle, love. Though I don't know how informative she'll be...it's worth a shot."

Elijah Phillips: He frowns down to Laurel. "Well *I'm* sure as hell not calling her.. you know how PISSED she has to be at me? That whole killing her thing.. mixed with her temper.. she'd lie her ass off."

Laurel Hensley: "She would, yes. Unless she thinks she has something to gain from it."

Elijah Phillips: Mimi blinks between the two of them. "Bring enough for the whole class, did we? Sharing is caring you know.. I told you what I have.. for the most part.."

Laurel Hensley: She looks back to Mimi, lips pursed a moment. "There was a Fiend here some time ago who used to used to be part of Cernunnos's company during the War. Participated in all of the bastard's sick and vile tactics. First part Zag. Last part Zagel." She reaches an arm up and over her shoulder to brush over Eli's jawline. "After we learned she was flesh-eating again, and trying to drive Ouestucati into her line of thinking, we sent her back to Hell. But she may know something about the Slayer."

Elijah Phillips: Eli looks away. Still upset about that whole.. thinking about eating people thing. Mimi nods in interest. Curious.

Elijah Phillips: d10: mimi legacy: 10,1,7,10,6,9,4,

Elijah Phillips: She nods a bit more, ideas rushing in. Tangents. She grabs another book and flips a page in her notes. Writing rapidly.

Laurel Hensley: She leans her head back to kiss Eli's neck. "She's in Hell. She's got to be desperate to get out. If we can make her believe that she's got a chance to do so...maybe we can get something useful from her."

Elijah Phillips: He maintains his frown. "I don't want to have any part in it."

Laurel Hensley: "Of course." She nods and turns in his arms to face Eli, her arms slipping around his neck. "You don't need to be involved at all. I wouldn't ask it of you. But you understand...I have to try."

Elijah Phillips: He nods. He doesn't look happy about it. But he'll not question her. Mimi ignores them.. flipping through her books with a newfound interest.

Laurel Hensley: She leans up to kiss him, and then, reluctantly, pulls away, looking to Mimi. "You look like you have some ideas. Care to share?"

Elijah Phillips: "Nope." She says absently.

Laurel Hensley: She sighs a little bit. "Well, if you do, don't be afraid to let me know." She looks back to Eli. "We can wait on it. I'll sleep on it, think it over."

Elijah Phillips: He nods, still absently staring off. Thinking about Zag, it seems. Mimi gives a distracted nod and continues about her sifting.

Laurel Hensley: She loops her arms around Eli's neck, leaning up to whisper into his ear. "Come to bed with me?"

Elijah Phillips: He nods abently. Draping a long arm around the woman's waist, loosely. He meanders in that way, though his strut lacks its usual conviction.

Laurel Hensley: She leans into Eli, looking up to him with a worried frown. She leads him off to bed.

Elijah Phillips: He follows, quietly.