Elias: *He sits, outside of the Shed, for once. He simply watches, sunken eyes focused.*

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He slips through the shadows left by the lights, entering the trainyard he makes his way quietly keeping to the shadows not for stealth, but merely because they are there.

Elias: *He does not look up much more. His hat is off. His hair, stringy, greasy.*

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She enters soon after Fabien, from another direction. Moving silently through the darkness, a black slip of person, toward the Shed. She notes Elias's presence outside, and a brow raises as she approaches.

Elias: *He nods, once, though... to which, he does not make clear. The slug, curled up on the side of the shed door, pokes one eye out to get a better look.*

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He comes to a stop when the both are in view, and advances slightly more when the nod is issued, he meets the slugs eyes, a wicked yellow grin for just a moment before he continues to the shed's way, or the nearest shadows there of.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Mister Elias," she whispers, upon drawing close enough to be heard. She looks over Fabien, and nods slightly. "Sir. Good evening."

Elias: Evening, *he murmurs.* I apologize. For pulling you both from your rest, if such a thing was done.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "No apology is needed." She nods her head. "You would not do so unless it was important, I know."

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He doesn't nod, he stands straight if not tall, and smiles to her slightly "Evening." he whispers in reply, looking back to Elias "It was not." ((rav, you want a dd?))

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: [[Ohh, DD sharing!]]

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: The best thing to describe Adele would be “quiet academic.” The girl is tall and thin, almost to the point of being willowy, with long limbs and elegant curves. Dark haired, pale, she is a shocking sort of quiet, like something that prefers to hide in the dark corners of the library, reading Edgar Allen Poe or Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her hair is shoulder length, left to flow free over her shoulders in an ebony wave, complementing dark eyes in a sometimes serious, sometimes humorous, always strangely calm and confident, if bookish, expression. Her choice of clothes tends toward a toned-down gothic ware, more of a Romantic style; corsets with jackets, long skirts, flowing tops, and the like, with the occasional casual day involving more brash T-Shirts. A pair of reading glasses, subtle and unobtrusive, rest on her delicate nose.

Tall and thin, darkly attractive, the woman is a sight to behold. Long, dark black hair falls down to her waist, resting over her shoulders and the corset she’s wearing. Her eyes, dark and sunken in her pale face, hold a keen intelligence to them, and they peer out over the world around her, taking in every little secret, every dirty little detail they can and storing them away for future knowledge. Long fingers are capped with sparkling black nail polish, reaching much of the way down past her waist and over the black gossamer skirt thanks to long, almost spindly arms. There is a vague odor around her, of things long dead and soon to die.

Elias: It... was... I... that... insisted... *The slug speaks. Slowly, as he usually does.* So... the... offense...is...mine.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: [[Whoops. The second paragraph is the Mien, the first the Seeming.]]

Fabien Carson -Fae-: His fae seeming does little to make him more appealing, if anything he is possibly more repulsive, still lanky and thin beyond belief but now instead of the skin being stretched over the bone it seems to sag off it, the bone still clear and yet collecting in folds of skin almost like it’s threatening to flow away off him. The skin is no longer the pail sickly shade but a mixture of deep purple and crimson running in streaks creep through where the grey listless tissue of his skin is thin enough, looking almost like tissue paper. His eyes are sunken and a hideous yellow glean to them that seems hungry and unsettling. His hair is black and long still, though if you watch carefully you might notice things scutter through, though the things within the dreaming that scutter are all the worse, what people would imagine as small children, hideous little black creatures with sharp teeth and that move quickly on their mythrid of legs. His finger nails are not laced with dirt so much as they are none existent, his fingers are round and smooth and on the underside there are tiny suction cups lining his fingers and palm. The skin around his jaw is stretched tighter than the rest, in contrast to the folds that lie under his sunken eyes, his lips are so thin as to almost be non existent and his teeth, which always seem at least partially visible are pointed, as though filled into sharp rows. He wears black short’s that end just above the knee and cling to the skin, though they seem quite able to stretch and adjust, made of a synthetic material by all appearances. The top he wears though is a different matter looking to be leather it is a sleeveless vest with studs around the outer part, held together by spider buttons, no shirt worn beneath it and so more of the dull skin is visible.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: A belt with a strap over the left shoulder is laid over it. Covering all of this for the majority of the time is a cloak that holds no place for his arms, it is bound at the neck by a thick silver cord and appears almost in mockery of noble ware, the cloak is tattered with a faded laughing skull and with spiders webs in the eyes is on the back, though it’s barley visible after fading so much, and several holes appear in it due to where the cloak’s faded. But the entire appearance is one of mockery and secrecy as very little of him can be seen hidden within as he is. But none of his appearance is what unsettles you the most, the most unsettling thing about him is when he talks with you, if you happen to catch sight of his shadow, it mocks you, moving independently of it’s owner, though still bound against him where it should be, a shadow protruded tongue, a yack yack motion, a antler salute, whatever the case it mocks you, it’s owner doesn’t seem to notice however.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A slight nod to the shrug. "As I said," she murmurs. "It would not be done if it were not needed. I know this."

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: [[SLUG! Egads, I can't type tonight.]]

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He looks to the slug "There is no offence where there need not be, why are we here?" whispered hoarsly. he doesn't seem to be annoyed, possibly intrigued. he lets himself droop a little, to a nearer the slugs level though not dropping more than slouching really.

Elias: Because, *The slug says in its slow, animatronic voice,* we are here to do... what it is. we need to. Do. Pass on... information. The... truth.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: His smile widens but he remains quiet, his eyes dart to the surrounding train yard, not suspicious, just catious.

Elias: *Elias sighs, and looks back around.* There are things going on. Things that are linked. I sent... two books, to be safe, with some that I trusted.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She listens to Elias, pulling out a clove. She has the decency to hold her hand up when lighting it, to shield sensitive sluagh eyes from the flare of the lighter. "These books...what significance do they have?"

Fabien Carson -Fae-: His eyes settle onto Elias as he speaks. but he doesn't ask, he allows Adele to.

Elias: I know someone powerful wants them. And I know if he were to get them, it would be disaster. *The slug echoes.* Disaster.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I see. How so?"

Fabien Carson -Fae-: "And who is hunting he the would bring the disaster?"

Elias: The Sidhe want them, *he murmurs.* It is a political scheme. And I do not like it when Ailil get involved in political schemes. Mostly why I woke the Theater.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Ahh." She nods, exhaling a drag of smoke and storing that tidbit of knowledge about the Theater away behind sunken eyes. "I would concur. The Ailil are strong in this city. Do we know why they want them?"

Elias: *He looks back to Fabien.* You know we are not hunters. We gather information. Pass it to the right sources. We do not hunt. But we can circumvent.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: ((uh was ment to be he who would bring disaster, changed from hunting the books *smacks forehead gah* sorry))

Elias: *He looks back to Adele.* I ... wish I did. But one... I sent to Fabien here. The other, I sent to a pooka.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Her brow goes slightly up. "Which pooka?"

Fabien Carson -Fae-: "We may." he whispers "Who was the Pooka?"

Elias: A miss Dorian Hobbes. She has many books. I thought it would be safe there. *And the slug pipes up.* I told.. you... he... would...find...it.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He looks to the slug then back to Elias "Did he?"

Elias: Yes, *The slug gasps. Elias looks away.* It was the best place for it. After we were attacked, the Yard was no longer safe.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Oddly enough, even as the news that the book is taken comes out, she seems a touch relieved. "He. Do we speak of this supposed Nameless, or another?"

Elias: The Butcher Bird. *He shakes his head.* I know he is here.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: "EThe butchered bird? Do you know of how he appears?" He seems to be thinking.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Her eyes widen slightly, and her black-painted lips turn downward just slightly. "I see. How inconvenient."

Elias: I am not insane, *he murmurs.* Not any more. I know he is here. *He looks back to Fabien.* No one sees him.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Most inconvenient," she breathes, as a response to Elias's comment to Fabien. "He is a tool of the Ailil, then? Or seeking the books for his own purposes?"

Elias: I do not know, *He whispers.* But... I do know. that Fabien has a way to get within the walls of Le Borde du Monde to find out.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: he smiles slightly, "I will return momentarily." he says begining to step away.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Oh?" Her eyes practically light up with curiosity.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: and then he stops when his entry is mentioned and smiles, "Yes." he answers quietly.

Elias: *He looks back.* And you. Miss Adele. You have strength over the civilized world. Between the three of us. We could end this.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods slightly. "What do you propose?"

Elias: I propose that Fabien inquire of his friend to inspect the state of the Freehold, now that the Guardian has been awoken. It was... not always Ailil. I assure you. So the Guardian does not like them. It has weakened those even remotely linked to the Freehold.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He waits silently for Elias's reply, apparently his quick vanish delayed for now.

Elias: I then think... after careful consideration, that information should be given to the right sources. Miss Adele... with your familial ties, you should be able to contact those in London that need to know the fate of the Edge of the World.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: Fabien remains silent slouched, he scowls for a moment but lets it drop back to his normal expreshion, speculative.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods a little bit. "Indeed I can. And I would be quite happy to."

Elias: I have been... defending against the Dauntain. They are pushing, *he murmurs.* I believe they would like New York. else, I would help with this.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: "Thenm it is settled." he says almost silently, "I will be in touch with, you both once I have the information pertaining to the freehold." his eyes settle on Elias a further moment.

Elias: Thank you, *the slug breathes out. And slithers under a leaf. Elias simply nods.* I believe... with Lady Alsun no longer in charge of Le Borde du Monde, it is only so long that I can keep the Guardian awake. We have... very little time.

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Excellent. And I shall pass the information on once so delivered." She nods to Fabien, then looks back to Elias. "Is there aid you require with the Dauntain?"

Elias: Save the City from the butcher bird first. He is a worse threat than the Dauntain.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: "Good night." he whispers and with that he moves to slip off unless either should object to this.

Elias: *No objection. And, perhaps to respect his privacy, Elias does not watch him go.*

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods. "Understood. I shall endeavor to make it a top priority." She looks to Fabien and nods. "Mister Fabien. Good night."

Elias: Thank you, *he says, with a nod.* I do not doubt it will be done.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: He twists to recognise her and then slips from sight into the train yard and away.

Fabien Carson -Fae-: d10: Dex Stealth Wp: 3,6,8,8,3,5,1,8,3,

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Elias," she says with a nod, and another one to the slug. "Good sir. Have a most excellent evening." She starts to move away, into the shadows to depart.

Elias: ((and you know what to roll, Blind. Adele... I need a Per+Alert. can you PM them to me, please? rav, pretend you can't see 'em.))

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Aler-Sluagh Diff: 7,6,8,6,10,

Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Wits: 7,9,9,