Will we be Stronger in the end??
February 15-16, 2000

**NOTE: PM's have been removed to preserve a bit of mystery...

Dana Mackintosh: *is beginning to feel braver*

Paul Stephens: -outside watering the lawn-

Dana Mackintosh: *she's been reading all day, except to sneak out shortly and ensure that her very temporary charge has one less thing to worry about. She would go check on the supersquire again, but really, she just knows she's getting bored*

Simon Everson: *reading the news paper*

Alexander Tarquine: ~still in bed~

Finnuala Rosher: *Walks down from the upper floor rubbing one moderately bruised wrist with something that smells of green plant resin*

Dana Mackintosh: *she looks out her window as she paces and sees...Paul..watering the snow?*

Dana Mackintosh: *perhaps she is not the only one feeling a little "off" after last night*

Dana Mackintosh: *by which, of course, she means stark raving mad*

Christina Anderson: *parks her car and steps out, rubbing her eyes a bit after another long day, heading up to the house.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~rolls out of bed and puts a hand down so he doesn't hit the floor~ ugh.. ~using the bed he'll regain his feet and weakly hobble to the closet to get dressed~

Paul Stephens: -the lawn doesn't have snow, cause hes been watering the ice for 4 hours-

Daisy Mae Everson: *walk down the stair, a note book in her hand a a serious expression on her face

Dana Mackintosh: *small hand on the door handle, bare feet pad down the hall, she knocks at Alexander's door*

Simon Everson: *hasn't said a word to anyone about anything in 24 hours*

Finnuala Rosher: This place is too quiet!

Christina Anderson: *looks over at Paul, pauses, confused, then nods in greeting with a small grin.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~manages to get his pants on~ yeah...?

Dana Mackintosh: *looks in on Alexander* Good, you're up. You need to eat.

Simon Everson: *flips his news papers down, looking at Daisy*

Alexander Tarquine: ~rolls his eyes~ you don't need to keep checking on me mother.... ~searches for a shirt~

Dana Mackintosh: *debates for a moment whether or not to tell him about his brother...says nothing, and ducks back out. She slips down the back stairs to a side door where she slips on someone's boots*

Paul Stephens: -nods to christina, the only one he knows who has access to the crown home- "Morning Ma'am -it's obviously not morning-

Finnuala Rosher: *Picks up the paper and reads over the article again that seems to be so very thorough about last night*

Christina Anderson: *blinks at Paul, strange nice fellow, still with the same amiable grin.* ...... Hi... Is anyone about?

Dana Mackintosh: *slips on a coat* (would have merely rolled her eyes at Alex)

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at simon and bites her lower lip*

Paul Stephens: -points in the house-

Jonathon Spader: ((Here, but not in the house currently))

Dana Mackintosh: *slides out the back door as quietly as possible, and walks around towards Paul, lighting a cigarette on her way*

Alexander Tarquine: ~finds a shirt and slips it on and exits his room~

Simon Everson: *looks at Finnuala* "..It's going to go to trial. Justin's going to be found Guilty of something as will you. *absolute*

Daisy Mae Everson: *walks over to Simon, debating on where to ask him about something or not*

Finnuala Rosher: *Picks up Tenaviel under one arm and smooths his fur as she walks to a window to look outside. Recalls something odd about a woman named "Big Edna" who she met in jail last night and still can't figure out why the stranger was so friendly and helpful. Shrugs*

Christina Anderson: *looks to where Paul points and nods.* Thanks.... *walks to the door and knocks.*

Dana Mackintosh: *waves at Christina a little*

Finnuala Rosher: What a comforting thing to know, Simon. I agree though. What can we do about it?

Daisy Mae Everson: *and is reminded of the newspaper articale she read this morning now*

Paul Stephens: -keeps watering the ice-[justin is asleep]

Alexander Tarquine: ~slowly works his way down the steps leaning on the rail the whole way~

Christina Anderson: *turns to Dana and grins, waving back.* Hi...

Dana Mackintosh: *softly, soothing voice has been active for at least 9 hours now* Hello Paul.

Daisy Mae Everson: *wonders what next will bombard her mind today*

Simon Everson: "Minumise Impact. Assult with a deadly, terrorism, even recklace endanermet .. is a far cry from assult 3 or even willful neglect.

Daisy Mae Everson: *has not said hello to anyone... not a wave not a smile... nothing*

Finnuala Rosher: *Watching Paul watering the ice* That man needs help.

Paul Stephens: -short, clipped- What dana.

Simon Everson: *still looking at Daisy* He's Young, he's it's the first he's had to be called for his actions.

Alexander Tarquine: ~makes it to the bottom of the steps and slowly works hi way to the kitchen~

Finnuala Rosher: Simon> Between us and the Lawyers we can work it down, I agree. Even better than that, maybe we can get charges dropped on a technicality.

Dana Mackintosh: *sighs in silence, keeps the soothing voice, responds equally as clipped though not unkind* The grass is dead, no amount of water will bring it back until spring.

Christina Anderson: (( BRB.... phone call *grumbles*))

Daisy Mae Everson: *decides to ask later* What happened? *to simon and Finnuala*

Simon Everson: *get's up and walks out of the kitchen and to the doors to answer it* There will be lots of Technicalities. What's yours?

Paul Stephens: -he drops the hose and walks to the pipe and closes it- Is alexander ok?

Alexander Tarquine: ~slips himself into a chair a sits quietly~

Finnuala Rosher: Daisy> Justin and I were arrested last night and are charged on concealed weapons violations.

Simon Everson: *hands her the new's paper Article* Only the Demon was actually differnet than what was printed there

Finnuala Rosher: Simon> I'm still thinking about my angle. It better be good. I think it'll have to be related to injury in the process of arrest.

Simon Everson: *opens the door*

Daisy Mae Everson: I read the paper already. I know there is more to the situation than what has been printed. *her voice is almost flat... mono toned*

Dana Mackintosh: Paul> He'll be fine, yes.

Simon Everson: *See's Dana and Paul and his eyes eyes grow to a hard glint. Looks Christina up and down and compares her aura and dna and mental paternsto the last 3 times her's met her*

Paul Stephens: "Maybe you should go back to babing him? -there is Just no tone there-

Finnuala Rosher: Daisy> There always is, but thats what it comes down to. Simon isn't going to be arrested.

Daisy Mae Everson: *goes to make herself a cup of tea*

Simon Everson: FINN>>Well, Weapon charges require weapons. The chapel stuff will be hard to get rid off, basically. Jury nullification is a godo bet.

Alexander Tarquine: ~sits in the chair for a good time trying to gather upt he energy to make himself some tea~

Simon Everson: Daisy*>> Daisy..What is wrong? *as she walks away*

Daisy Mae Everson: Finnuala> How is that anyone got arrested in the first place?

Dana Mackintosh: *she tries really hard not to start crying, but her tone does get a little more hard...just a little* I ~said~ he'll be fine.

Daisy Mae Everson: Simon> One crisis at a time, darlin'.

Finnuala Rosher: Daisy> Justin and I let ourselves be arrested so the others could walk away onharassed. // SIMON> I like that idea. If we can be sure that the jury isn't being pushed by anyone else who'd like to see us go down, that is.

Finnuala Rosher: ((onharrassed=unharrassed))

Paul Stephens: -starts to roll up the hose- "That's good then. " -silent for a moment- Remember not to smoke in the house

Alexander Tarquine: ~slowly stands and makes his way to the sink and begins to filll the kettle~

Simon Everson: *snort* you can be bet it's going to get pushed. Both of you on trial? At minimum there will be Sabbbat and Camarilla involvement. Not to mention any number of Long and short range influence. Like i said.. Best bet.. Shoot of Guilty, in something minor

Dana Mackintosh: I haven't...been.*swallows, takes a drag*

Daisy Mae Everson: Finnuala> You and Father Quin should not have had to do that. Or am I wrong?

Finnuala Rosher: Who wants to go find Jonathon with me? Tenaviel says he's alive, he thinks.

Paul Stephens: "any word from Jon?"

Finnuala Rosher: Simon> *Heavy sigh* You're right. // Daisy> We had to so the others could walk away.

Daisy Mae Everson: *ooh did daisy just get icy?*

Simon Everson: *arches an eyebrow to Daisy* Meaning? We could have all been captured. AT least with the helicoptor..there is reasonable doubt.

Finnuala Rosher: ((Daisy's getting scary!))

Alexander Tarquine: ~carries the kettle over to the range and turns on the heat. He returns to the chair and waits for the water to boil~

Dana Mackintosh: *Shakes her head* Not that I've heard. *hopes Tyne would have called out Dana's efforts to help if she couldn't find him*

Daisy Mae Everson: Meaning nothing, Simon. *makes her tea*

Paul Stephens: -nods, checks the street and the area and heads into the house-

Dana Mackintosh: *does not watch him go back inside*

Finnuala Rosher: Alexander> *Walks nearer to him* How are you? Truly.

Simon Everson: *watches paul and heads over to Dana, closing the door behind him*

Simon Everson: [outside]"Come here Squire."

Daisy Mae Everson: *standing at the counter staring into her cup of tea*

Alexander Tarquine: ~tosses an almost convincing smile on~ I'm fine, how are you?

Paul Stephens: -stops and looks at Simon, the door closes and he sighs, and opens it-

Finnuala Rosher: Alexander> My skin is a little dry from the standard delousing someone felt it was necessary to perform at the jail but otherwise all is well. And it really is. This is nothing compared to situations we have dealt with already. Now tell me-and remember you aren't allowed to lie. How are you really?

Dana Mackintosh: *looks up at Simon* What can I do for you?

Alexander Tarquine: ~nods to Finn~ I'm fine, really ~slowly rises to take the kettle of the stove~

Simon Everson: [outside]"..We are going to talk, before you snap and kill us all. Or more importantly, before I kill you.. Do you find this acceptable or would just like me to kill you now and get it over with?

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks toward the door having heard Simon, cause Paul opened the door*

Dana Mackintosh: *her eyes widen...quietly as a mouse she says* I..just wanted to finish my cigarette...

Finnuala Rosher: Alexander> Okay. *A subtle strength and reassurance in her demeanour and presence* I believe and trust you; with my life, Knight Aspirant.

Paul Stephens: -Frowns delicately- Sir Simon, She's young. I remember that, why don't you?

Christina Anderson: (( back ))

Simon Everson: [*outside]* he crosses his arms, like a waiting exectioner and indicates her to continue*

Alexander Tarquine: ~nods to Finn~ Would you like a cup? ~pours a cup of tea and waits for an answer~

Paul Stephens: -Paul is standing in the doorway. and Simon checked out Christina- "..There in the kitchen christina

Daisy Mae Everson: *walks toward the door to see what is going on*

Christina Anderson: *nods in thanks and heads inside.*

Finnuala Rosher: Alexander> I would, thank you.

Daisy Mae Everson: *stops next to Paul*

Paul Stephens: -dana is outside simon is with her too-

Simon Everson: [outside]"Were talking Paul " *not using the sir*

Daisy Mae Everson: *nods to Christina*

Alexander Tarquine: ~hands Finn the cup he had already poured and then pours himself another. He walks over to the chair, making effort to look 100% as he takes a seat and drinks his tea~

Christina Anderson: *grins to Daisy as she continues.*

Finnuala Rosher: Hello Christina. You don't have to keep the little secret any more. I spilled my guts the first time Justin looked at me. I'm so pathetic a liar these days. *Sighs* But I did want to thank you for helping.

Dana Mackintosh: Simon> *she licks suddenly dry lips with an even drier tongue, and struggles to raise her voice to an audible level* I am just...afraid..as all of us have been afraid when we first started. *she swallows, takes a breath* I will be alright, I just need to be more careful..in the future. *realizes she is Just's boots, since she wasn't paying attention to them until now*

Simon Everson: [pokes a dana]

Nathan Mylon: *From very far away a car stop's on the road. A manstep's out holding an object in his hand Looking at it then the orizon.*

Finnuala Rosher: Thanks Alexander.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Paul, Simon and then Dana*

Alexander Tarquine: ~nods~

Christina Anderson: *smiles a little to Finn and shrugs.* Probably for the best that you aren't a good one.... you're welcome though...

Nathan Mylon: *He scan the horizon looking at the object then at the land scape. frowning.* Man this is never easy to do.*Pick's up a cell phone.*

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> I just seem to have lost that efge when it comes to good friends. Oh well. Care to sit and have a cup of something while you tell me what brings you this evening?

Dana Mackintosh: *tries not to be angry at Paul for bringing up her youth, tries not to be angry at Simon for brushing off Paul...when did life get so confusing?* *is seated on the steps leading upto the door*

Christina Anderson: *grins in Alex's general direction as he takes a seat, not sure if she should bring up the topic, then files it away for later.*

Daisy Mae Everson: What is this all about?

Finnuala Rosher: ((Where's Daisy?))

Daisy Mae Everson: (that was generally to paul, Simon and Dana)

Simon Everson: [outside]* It's been so long, he's forgotten a lot, but not that* Got a secret, NEver forget the fear, when you let it kill us, then youve let him win

Nathan Mylon: *Listening to his cell phone.*

Daisy Mae Everson: (standing next topaul at the door)

Paul Stephens: -shakes his head- It's about training, time -glares at Simon- And us failing to teach her. -looks up at Dana- and her failing to learn cause she doesn't like the teaching methods.. It's about truth Ms. Everson.

Alexander Tarquine: ~is zoned out staring at his tea cup~

Dana Mackintosh: *on the floor of Dana's room, from under a pile of clothes, a muffled ringing is heard*

Christina Anderson: *nods to Finn, shedding her coat.* Please. *finds a seat and with both hands tucks her hair behind her ears.* I guess it's kinda strange sorta... *glances at Alex then back to Finn.* I stopped by the church and your brother *turns back to Alex in saying this.* was there... not really all there sorta.... and just as I was taking off... he took a dive and passed out.... He's alright now I suppose, but.... it just seemed strange....

Dana Mackintosh: *knows that both are true* What should I have done last night, when I saw him in the lobby?

Daisy Mae Everson: *nods to Paul**bites her tongue to keep from saying what just crossed her mind*

Nathan Mylon: *He wait's on the phone and then look's at his tech.* Come on pick up the phone.

Daisy Mae Everson: *quietly listens*

Finnuala Rosher: *Listens to Christina*

Alexander Tarquine: ~slowly raises his head to Christina~ What happened?

Simon Everson: [outside]*Simon barely manages to hold his tounge* Ok Paul..*turns to Dana* I am ~unhappy~ with your actions. just a Question, What is the point of a Discord demon?

Paul Stephens: =-speaks up- Exactly what he's doing now Sir Simon.

Dana Mackintosh: *the phone keeps ringing, since Dana is nowhere near it*

Dana Mackintosh: *grits her teeth for a moment* I know what was wrong about it Simon, I just can't figure out what I should have done better...

Christina Anderson: *again tucks her hair behind her ears, a pointless motion, but does it the same as she continues.* I was going to take him to the ER, but Dana showed up and was able to get him to come around some..... I'm almost certain he's alright now... but I thought you should know..... *looks between Finn and Alex, most pointedly at Alex, then clears her throat quietly and continues.* I don't know.... he was just standing there.... didn't even answer me when I said hello... then just as I was leaving, he dropped like a sack of flour.... out like a light.....

Daisy Mae Everson: *trying to figure out what the heck happened...with this deamon thing.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~stands and slowly walks to the door~ Sir Simon, if I may intrude upon the discussion, in all fairness it was a good thing she did call... as you all were arriving his "companion" was trying to control my mind. Had it just been myself and Dana I'm not sure the out come would have been favorable for our side...

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> What does instinct tell you was wrong with him?

Simon Everson: [outside]*looks at Daisy* what daisy?

Paul Stephens: "walk away."

Simon Everson: "..Alexander, where you reponding to her call?

Nathan Mylon: *Set's the cell phone on the roof of his car and curse's hanging up.* Never trusted the piece of crap.*Shut's the machine out.*Like usual the hard way. Now wich way was it again.

Dana Mackintosh: *when he looks away, she hugs her knees to her chest and lights another cigarette. She considers telling Simon about what happened the last time she thought she could handle Koch by herself, but frankly doesn't think the man gives a flying fuck about non-Crowns, regardless of whether or not she cares about them.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~shakes his head~ no, I was leaving a room in the hotel on my way back here, I steped out of the elevator right into him

Daisy Mae Everson: Simon> I'm just trying to figure this out. As I am not privy to what happened, other than what was in the papers. Or is this not what is being discussed.

Christina Anderson: *watches as Alex stands and leaves, then turns to Finn with a small shrug.* Well... considering how spacey he was.... and how he went down.... just pure exhaustion.... but I don't know why he was just standing there.... like this... *holds her hands up and presses them together as if in prayer.* Never said a word at all.... and when he went out.... he went out hard... fast asleep....

Dana Mackintosh: *hears Paul..wonders if that was his suggestion as to what to do next time, or advice for right now..or even directed at her.*

Nathan Mylon: *Set's himself on the side of his truck and concentrate's. Closing his eye's and turning his head. Looking for something. Searching.*

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> And so he's in a hospital now?

Christina Anderson: Finnuala >> *shakes her head lightly, again tucking her hair behind her ears.* No.... he's asleep in the shelter in the church....

Alexander Tarquine: ~pats a hand on Dana's shoulder~

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> Thanks for taking care of him. I should have looked after him better recently. I knew he wasn't doing well. You're almost like the Guardian Angel of catching the leftover lives in danger.

Nathan Mylon: *Open's his eye's looking in one direction.* There you are!*Jump's in his car and drive's it in one direction. Moving slowly t the land's of the house.*

Dana Mackintosh: *jumps, and ducks out from under the hand, turning to look at Alex* Thanks.. I mean, sorry, I just..uh..yeah, thanks.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Dana* May I ask you something straight forward?

Simon Everson: Daisy>really daisy, I don't have time to brush up your Ego right now. No one is keeping secreats from you, you want a report, Ask Dana, she's lower in rank thank you. I don't report to you Dame Everson.

Christina Anderson: Finnuala >> *grins a little.* Thank you, include Dana in that too, though... she knew what to do a lot quicker than I did... *purses her lips and sits up a bit.* What is wrong with him? I mean why is he not doing well?

Finnuala Rosher: ((*Ducks and winces after Simon's post*))

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> His heart is faulty, but more than that he's suffered mental trauma recently.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Simon* I didn't ask you for a report. Sir Everson.

Alexander Tarquine: ~falls forward a bit as Dana moves from under his hand, rights himself and smiles~ no problem Dana

Paul Stephens: "Simon, that was uncalled for. She's your wife."

Dana Mackintosh: *soflty, and with emotion* Always, Daisy. *ignores Simon's words, because her mind can't afford to deal with them right now*

Christina Anderson: Finnuala >> *pauses at this.* Can I ask what happened?

Nathan Mylon: *He move's his way to the house slowly. Stopping the car and step's out.*

Daisy Mae Everson: Paul> He was not addressing me as his wife.

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> He's dealing with having to come face to face with the whole of the previously unseen World. The enormity of it and how it affects all of us is hard at first.

Daisy Mae Everson: Dana> Why are you here? Why are you a squire?

Simon Everson: *Simon turns to look at the car and the person within* Silence *Commands everyone at the door*

Sabrina Christenson: ((*waves*))

Finnuala Rosher: ((Sabrina! *S*)) *Falls silent upon hearing Simon*

Paul Stephens: -nods to Daisy and shuts up-

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Simon, remains quiet*

Christina Anderson: Finnuala >> *nods slowly, understanding somewhat, epathising quite a bit more.* I see.....

Dana Mackintosh: *sees the car, and groans, as her existance creates even MORE problems for the Crowns*

Simon Everson: *for a breif second, those next to him see him glow a little golden, but still no temprature change, in fact, the "weather" around simon has been stable for days*

Nathan Mylon: *Look's at the house. Smiling lighting up a cigarette.* Hello!

Daisy Mae Everson: (*waves* Hey Sabrina)

Christina Anderson: *pauses at the sudden hush, mouth open to say something else then clamps shut.*

Paul Stephens: -hand behind back, unclips safty-

Sabrina Christenson: *Walks out the front door, in her usual outfit, and pauses, seeing everyone gathered and quiet*

Finnuala Rosher: *Steps away from the window and checks to see if anyone else is in an opening*

Daisy Mae Everson: *steps into the house and out of Paul's way*

Christina Anderson: *waits to catch Finn's eye and mouths the word "What?"*

Simon Everson: *Just Stares at Nathon and askes a simple Question* "..Who knows your here?"

Sabrina Christenson: *Turns to Daisy as she passes by and whispers*

Alexander Tarquine: ~pivots and leans on the door frame, making himself a smaller target~

Sabrina Christenson - Daisy Mae Everson: (Whispered) What's wrong?

Dana Mackintosh: *the temp doesn't need to drop, it's in Dana's voice* Nathan> How did you find me here?

Simon Everson: *manuvers himself so that he is front of everyone*

Daisy Mae Everson: *listens to Sabrina*

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> *Shrugs and whispers* Keep low.

Christina Anderson: *nods and makes ready to do what she does relatively well - duck and cover.*

Nathan Mylon: *look's to them all and look's to Dana.* Uhm i said hello? Should i kneel and bow or what.

Daisy Mae Everson: *mouths to Sabrina... "A Stranger"*

Simon Everson: *now the temprature drops a good flat 10 degrees* Answer the Question .*bluntly*

Finnuala Rosher: *Slips toward the door and takes a flash-look outside to assess the threat.*

Paul Stephens: "Why don't we go inside and Let Simon handle it?"

Dana Mackintosh: Nathan Mylon, as my family is my witness, I do not want you to make any attempts to contact me. I do not want you within 1000 yards of ~either~ of my residences, I do not want you to approach any members of my family, or anyone you met through me. Any questions?

Sabrina Christenson: *Nods and immedaitely moves forward, to Simon's side, looking to him silently for instructions*

Christina Anderson: *keeps an eye on Finn and an ear out, ready to move whenever need be.*

Dana Mackintosh: *absolute rock, this...this is way over the line. Persistence is one thing, showing up at her new house is ENTIRELY another*

Nathan Mylon: *Look's to Dana.* On the thing's you have just said none. As for the question part yes i do have one and i am gone. Do you want to know what i have found out?

Daisy Mae Everson: *nods back to Sabrina*

Alexander Tarquine: ~recognizes that cop and frowns~

Simon Everson: *Intonations form on his lips and he says slowly* Leave Mr. Mylon. I give you to the count of ten.

Dana Mackintosh: Nathan> No.

Finnuala Rosher: *Having seen that it's only Nathan, she relaxes a little, but goes to the back to see if they're being surrounded*

Daisy Mae Everson: *inside out of the way, silent*

Christina Anderson: *waits and listens, silent.*

Nathan Mylon: *Look's to them all.* Then i'll go after the nephandi's myself.*Turn's around walking away.*

Simon Everson: *he scans up the street*

Dana Mackintosh: *closes her eyes, fists clenched at her sides*

Sabrina Christenson: *Blinks at "Nephandi," and takes an involuntary step forward, then stops herself.*

Simon Everson: *nods to Nathan* Have fun storming the castle. *places a hand on Sabrina's shoulder* Nothing Sab, Just a lost mortal.

Daisy Mae Everson: *pales when Nathan mentions nephandi... that the second time today her has heard that word*

Finnuala Rosher: *Checks for movement through a window and comes back again to the front*

Christina Anderson: *strains to hear the conversation, only picking up the loudest words and mostly infrequent ones at that.*

Paul Stephens: -sighs and shrugs- Where were we? Saying that we not together enough? -grins-

Dana Mackintosh: *chalks it up for ALL of her five greatest weaknesses in 24 hours*

Nathan Mylon: *Miove's to his car and open's the door.* Oh by the way Dana. I have a lead on the girl bye!*Slam's the door shut.*

Simon Everson: "Ok everyone inside. Mr Mylon is leaving, "

Sabrina Christenson: *Nods to Simon and speaks to him quietly, in low tones* If you wish, I can contact him later, see what he does in fact know about the Fallen Singers...

Finnuala Rosher: *Feels the World invading the last haven of security and peace again* Christina> Everything's okay. It was a policeman.

Daisy Mae Everson: *involuntarily shivers*

Alexander Tarquine: ~remains calm and waits for whatever is going to happen~

Christina Anderson: Finnuala >> Ah... *shrugs her eyebrows to this and wonders what he wanted, deciding it's none of her business.*

Nathan Mylon: *Drive's off, Thanking his good spirit's for not letting no one see him as he drive's off. And he doesnt look back. Shutting the door. Behind the past.*

Dana Mackintosh: *grits her teeth, tears squeeze out from under her eyes, torn between the need to destroy Nathan for scaring her and the need to destroy Nathan for making her look like a silly little bitch whose boyfriends come sniffing around. Really, the contempt for herself is astounding.*

Simon Everson: *looks at Sabrina* It's is, sabrina, your derangement to cure the world of the nephandi, not mine. Mr Mylon may not make it home.. *walks inside, he's had absolutely enough* Get what you need from his mind before he's dead.

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> I suppose you read the paper this morning. We appreciate your continued friendship through these allegations.

Alexander Tarquine: ~puts a hand on Dana's shoulder and prepares to move with her, and steers her back into the house~ come on Dana, don't let it get to you

Sabrina Christenson: *Winces at that, but nods* Yes, Simon. *Hops in her Dodge Aries and starts it up, ready to follow Nathan*

Finnuala Rosher: *Turns her head slowly toward Simon* Do you mean to actually kill him?

Paul Stephens: -looks at Dana- Fix it squire, we are not a stop and shop for Hunters...

Christina Anderson: *nods to Finn with a faint shrug.* I only know what I've seen.... can't go on anything else but that.... besides, if you were all bad you would have.... *trails off and then shrugs again with a small grin.* You're all welcome..

Simon Everson: *walks into the kitchen and picks up his news paper* When the time comes, I wont have to MAtron.

Dana Mackintosh: *slips an arm around Alex's waist, supporting him because she needs to do that, and walks slowly back inside*

Nathan Mylon: *Gone*

Sabrina Christenson: *Hits the gas and persues* ((Will do Drive rolls with you if you try to lose her, Nathan...))

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Dana, still waiting on the answer to her questions*

Dana Mackintosh: *stuffs down nauseau*

Alexander Tarquine: ~shifts his arm to sit across her shoulder and follows her in~

Sabrina Christenson: ((Or not... *SIGH*))

Finnuala Rosher: Christina> Then again...*Laughs suddenly* // SIMON> What the shit. If they want to find us they will anyway. Relax and enjoy the feeling of not currently having a bullet lodged between your ribs. Who knows how long it'll last.

Paul Stephens: -At least their improving, time was Simon would just have poped on in Nathon's skull and dumped the body, slumps against the door and sighs- Why don't they just leave us alone.

Simon Everson: *flips out the Paper* I am Dame. Trust me. I am.. *doesn't even bother to look up,*

Sabrina Christenson: *After losing him, she returns and gets out of her car, going inside*

Christina Anderson: *grins and snickers a little, settling back in the chair, trying to enjoy the little bits of levity that come in spatters.*

Dana Mackintosh: Daisy> *there are SO many answers to that* I met the Crowns when our dear cartoon-like nemesis came into the cafe and I sided with the people with Faith. From there, I went to hell and saw some crazy shit. I was asked to join, and I accepted. Because if I had not, I would have died for knowing too much. *flat, cause she's just too tired to be cute and tactful anymore*

Daisy Mae Everson: *goes over to Paul and gently touches his cheek* *her first act of kindness this evening*

Finnuala Rosher: Paul> Hey. *Softly* This is bothering us more than a lot of worse things. I know why, of course, but we can handle this too.

Dana Mackintosh: *debates expanding, decides to wait for the reaction to that first*

Nathan Mylon: (( sorry people hadnt notice the last post of sabrina. She would have been able to catch up with nathan since he is going in a lasy direction))

Paul Stephens: -smiles wanly at daisy- He's still your husband you know -whispers- he's not allowed to pick and chose as it suits him.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Dane* That is your only reason for joining us?

Paul Stephens: -nods to FINN- I know ...

Simon Everson: *looks at Christina* How are you doing , it's been a while *he does smile*

Alexander Tarquine: ~stands with Dana, supporting her, or is it the other way around~

Christina Anderson: *turns to Simon, same small grin remaining* Better than the last time.... thank you for asking...

Sabrina Christenson: ((DLP then...where to, Nathan? She follows you wherever you go without stopping you...))

Daisy Mae Everson: Paul> Simon is doing his job, that's all. He is one of the one here to keep us alive.

Jonathon Spader: ((Ok, works done. Jon is currently doing his best impression of Superman/Jesus. I'll be back on in 45 or so))

Nathan Mylon: (( then Dear Sabrina care to join me to the dynamic room 2))

Simon Everson: [kitchen]"The last time *snorts* were at our best stressed out, trigger happy and hanging on by ower fingernails. Adjustment's will have to be made for Finnuala and Justin's Absence.

Sabrina Christenson: ((Gine2Dyn2))

Nathan Mylon: *Gone to Dynamic room 2*

Christina Anderson: *listens unobtrusively to the conversation.*

Paul Stephens: -only daisy may see that he is drawing blood in his hand trying not to panic and freak out and run from her-

Simon Everson: ((later JON!))

Paul Stephens: [wavesi-]

Dana Mackintosh: Daisy> Of course not. I have many reasons for staying with this group...most them because I care...But that is why I tried to fit into a Squire's shoes so soon.

Finnuala Rosher: *Hearing what Simon said drives home the full weighty reality of what this is going to mean. More hours in confinelent most likely. The thought starts to build up pressure*

Daisy Mae Everson: *takes Pauls hand to stop him from making the wound worse* Everything will be okay, Paul.

Dana Mackintosh: *thinks that they should find one of those vampires that mold flesh and fake Finnuala's death*

Finnuala Rosher: *Shakes off the thought with a physical toss of the hair and approaches Dana* You were meant to be among us I believe.

Paul Stephens: -when daisy touches him he curls into a ball - *sobs* no..

Dana Mackintosh: *averts her eyes from Paul and Daisy, silent*

Simon Everson: *silently reads, waiting on christina*(unless i missed a post)

Christina Anderson: (( *g* You did.. Reposts))*turns to Simon, small grin remaning.* Better than last time... thank you for asking....

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Dana* You care? And yet you refuse to learn because you don't like the method? Think about that. You see around you people that have gone through this same training... You are being train by expirenced people. Stop whining and just learn.

Dana Mackintosh: All women, get away from him, don't touch him!

Simon Everson: (repost)[kitchen]"The last time *snorts* were at our best stressed out, trigger happy and hanging on by ower fingernails. Adjustment's will have to be made for Finnuala and Justin's Absence.

Finnuala Rosher: *Her phone rings and she picks up* Hello? Miranda? I'm here, but you may not want to see me. I've been charged with some things...then again, maybe we should talk after all.

Christina Anderson: *turns sharply as Dana calls out, wondering what is going on.*

Dana Mackintosh: *eyes concerned on Paul* Daisy, maybe I missed what makes one man's opinion the truth on which you get to judge me.

Finnuala Rosher: Simon, can you help Paul? *Worried half to death about Paul now*

Simon Everson: *looks up from his news paper*

Daisy Mae Everson: *takes paul into her arm* Shh...

Christina Anderson: Simon >> (( ahhhh... my bad... *catches up*)) *purses her lips and considers this.* What sort of ... adjustments, if it's not pushing too much?

Paul Stephens: -trying not to move-

Alexander Tarquine: ~slips away from Dana needing to sit down~

Simon Everson: *nods to Finn, putts the paper down and heads to front door*

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone* Nowhere is safe. But I would ask a favor of you if you wouldn't mind.

Daisy Mae Everson: Damn it Dana, I'm not judging you.

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone*I need to get a break from the law. Are you still in contact with anyone in the Sabbat? And yes, this phone is secure.

Dana Mackintosh: Daisy, hon, touching him is NOT going to help...*almost frantic, and keeping still because she has so little idea of what to do*

Daisy Mae Everson: Paul, hon...?

Christina Anderson: *stands up and moves to go see what the comotion is, not crowding, just watching.*

Daisy Mae Everson: Dana> At least I'm trying to help him.

Dana Mackintosh: Daisy> We'll talk about it later.

Paul Stephens: -he's quick, and pulls his gun and puts it right next to daisy's forhead, crying- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME -screams-

Daisy Mae Everson: *too startled to move as Paul points a gun at her head*

Alexander Tarquine: ~stands from the chair and steers daisy from the gun, putting himself between her and the pistol~ whoa there... slow down

Dana Mackintosh: *her jaw drops, her skin loses all of it's colour, and she turns around and runs before she does something she really regrets*

Paul Stephens: -moves his thumb over the guard-

Simon Everson: *Time Stops*

Finnuala Rosher: *Freezes in place, not breathing*

Paul Stephens: *Is frozen in place*

Dana Mackintosh: ((DLP! *bitches out slow connection*))

Daisy Mae Everson: *Hasn't moved from where alex move her*

Simon Everson: *walks over to Paul and gently takes the gun from his fingers. Barely resist the urge to shoot paul, kneels and looks into his eyes*

Simon Everson: (ACK hold up, grumbles..Christian is human, (checks vulgar, Failed)

Christina Anderson: ((*kicks human self* *L*))

Paul Stephens: [resumes]-Agast, he looks at his hand and Gun..Daisy and puts it to his head and pulls the trigger-

Finnuala Rosher: *Drops the phone*

Daisy Mae Everson: *flinches when to gun goes off* oh my god..

Finnuala Rosher: ((Dana is switching comps and will be back))

Christina Anderson: *the inhalation turns into a choke, eyes wide.*

Paul Stephens: [in pm's]

Daisy Mae Everson: *goes to Pauls side, picking up the gun and chucking it aside*

Finnuala Rosher: ((Did the gun go off or not?))

Alexander Tarquine: ~see's whats happening but is a fraction of a second too late as he tries to push the gun from Paul's head~ [[ damn wound penalties ]]

Daisy Mae Everson: (pauses to see what is up)

Paul Stephens: -brains, ..that way-

Simon Everson: [pokes the mortal in the scantum]*runs over to Paul and stands, looking down at him*

Alexander Tarquine: ~passes right by shock without stopping~ Some one get me a mad kit....

Christina Anderson: *is caught between being sick and screaming; goes the easy route and does a combo.*

Finnuala Rosher: Oh Lord Creator..*Crossing the room toward what's left of Paul*

Simon Everson: God Damnit *soft curse*

Alexander Tarquine: [[ mad = med ]] ~hes trips off his shirt and holds it to paul's head, lettign Simon in to help~

Finnuala Rosher: Heavenly Father, physician of our souls and bodies, Who have sent Your only-begotten Son and our Lord Jesus Christ to heal every sickness and infirmity, visit and heal also Your servant from all physical and spiritual ailments through the grace of Your Christ. Grant him patience in this sickness, strength of body and spirit, and recovery of health. Lord, You have taught us through Your word to pray for each other that we may be healed. I pray, heal Your servant and grant to him the gift of complete health. For You are the source of healing and to You I give glory, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen. *Laying a hand on Paul and giving it all she can* ((Spending a WP as wellas using Faith 1 plus Relic 3))

Paul Stephens: -the gun falls from limp finger and passes on to where it's moved.-

Daisy Mae Everson: *kneeling beside Paul* god forgive me..

Dana Mackintosh: ((*back and wincing hardcore*))

Simon Everson: -freeze Pauls condition, BARELY(dman mortal), using the shirt as a stop gap measure-

Dana Mackintosh: *pools her faith with Finn*

Christina Anderson: *drops to her knees and stares in utter horror.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~tosses his faith in with fin, waiting on that med kit~

Daisy Mae Everson: Heavenly Father, physician of our souls and bodies, Who have sent Your only-begotten Son and our Lord Jesus Christ to heal every sickness and infirmity, visit and heal also Your servant from all physical and spiritual ailments through the grace of Your Christ. Grant him patience in this sickness, strength of body and spirit, and recovery of health. Lord, You have taught us through Your word to pray for each other that we may be healed. I pray, heal Your servant and grant to him the gift of complete health. For You are the source of healing and to You I give glory, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen

Dana Mackintosh: *scream out* Live, goddamn you, live!!!!! *and dashes for a medkit*

Simon Everson: *Grunts out,* Need Father's faith.. *holding paul up, having coughthim seconds after death*

Daisy Mae Everson: (daisy's day just went to hell in a handbasket)

Alexander Tarquine: ~tries to stop the blood and grey matter from escaping waiting for someone to do that mega heal thing, silently wishing he could do more~

Dana Mackintosh: *diverts to wake up Father Quinn, slamming her fist on his door several times*

Paul Stephens: -obviosuly not responding while time stopped-

Simon Everson: *addes his 2 faith in there*

Christina Anderson: *sits in shock, trying to snap out of it to move.*

Dana Mackintosh: Justin!!! Wake up, Paul really really needs you!!!

Finnuala Rosher: *Heinous raging Faith at this point, but she's no Saint, warlike or otherwise.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~looks around~ where's that med kit? I need to make sur I can stop all the bleeding..

Paul Stephens: -is looking HORRIBLY good after finnuala's praying, but still time stopped-

Daisy Mae Everson: *picks up Paul's gun*

Christina Anderson: *finally snaps out, with a blink, stammering* Alex > Where.... where is it?

Alexander Tarquine: ~points~ its up the stairs third door on the left, should be on the desk...

Christina Anderson: *stumbles to her feet and bolts up the steps*

Simon Everson: *praying silently*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~opens his door (far faster than it takes to get a damn new browers)~

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he was up at the gun shot and has a sword in hand~

Dana Mackintosh: Justin> Downstairs, NOW!! Paul just sh-sh-sh-- just go!!

Christina Anderson: *reaches the top of the stairs, counts doors and runs inside the room, scanning for the kit and grabbing it.*

Simon Everson: *reaches out and takes Daisy's hand*

Christina Anderson: *tears out of the room and down the steps, skipping stairs and heading to the room.*

Daisy Mae Everson: *blinks at the gun* What the heck?

Finnuala Rosher: *Still holding onto Paul and continuing prayers trying to ask that Life not leave him just yet*

Paul Stephens: -the time stop shatters, even as he takes a deep breath and his eyes fly open. totally green without irises-

Christina Anderson: *passes it off to Alex, avoiding looking at Paul at all costs.*

Dana Mackintosh: *races to the balcony, looking down at Paul* Don't you DARE die on me!! *spins around the banister, almost flying down the steps*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~steps past Dana, looking ata around the house then down the stairs~

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at simon* ..he couldn't have.. *holding up the gun*

Finnuala Rosher: *Her eyes look into Pauls odd ones with trepidation*

Alexander Tarquine: ~turs to Simon~ Hold that shirt there ~digs in the kit and pulls out a huge gauze pad. he swaps the shirt for the pad~

Simon Everson: *scan Paul almost instantly*

Simon Everson: *scanning, not holding shirt, other than before*

Simon Everson: *not looking at Daisy also*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~walks down the steps, very fast and steps up to the group, adding his faith~

Dana Mackintosh: *skids to a halt on her knees beside Finn* Don't you ~dare~...

Finnuala Rosher: Glorious St. Michael, Prince of the heavenly hosts, who standest always ready to give assistance to the people of God; who didst fight with the dragon, the old serpent, and didst cast him out of heaven, and now valiantly defendest the Church of God that the gates of hell may never prevail against her, I earnestly entreat thee to assist me also, in the painful and dangerous conflict which I have to sustain against the same formidible foe. Be with me, O mighty Prince! that I may courageously fight and wholly vanquish that proud spirit, whom thou hast by the Divine Power, so gloriously overthrown, and whom our powerful King, Jesus Christ, has, in our nature, so completely overcome; to the end that having triumphed over the enemy of my salvation, I may with thee and the holy angels, praise the clemency of God who, having refused mercy to the rebellious angels after their fall, has granted repentance and forgiveness to fallen man. Amen.

Christina Anderson: *swallows hard, averting her eyes but listening, affording ocassional glances.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~tosses the bloody shirt on the floor, he'll take care of it later~ Don't you die on me... ~holds the bandage to Paul's head with one hand and digs through his kit with the other~ shit.. shit... shit..

Daisy Mae Everson: *Daisy is sooooooooo confused*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~has no clue what's goin gon, let's Finnuala handle this one~

Paul Stephens: -his eyes go back to their normal dark brown, his body not even recored he was dead a moment ago, only missing a few 1000 cells-

Daisy Mae Everson: *blinks* His Hand.

Simon Everson: **finally** what daisy..*softly, not wanting to stress his wife now*

Dana Mackintosh: *takes a small white stick from a pouch around her neck, and draws a rune in the tiles*

Daisy Mae Everson: the gun couldn't have gone off.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): Glorious St. Michael, Prince of the heavenly hosts, who standest always ready to give assistance to the people of God; who didst fight with the dragon, the old serpent, and didst cast him out of heaven, and now valiantly defendest the Church of God that the gates of hell may never prevail against her, I earnestly entreat thee to assist me also, in the painful and dangerous conflict which I have to sustain against the same formidible foe. Be with me, O mighty Prince! that I may courageously fight and wholly vanquish that proud spirit, whom thou hast by the Divine Power, so gloriously overthrown, and whom our powerful King, Jesus Christ, has, in our nature, so completely overcome; to the end that having triumphed over the enemy of my salvation, I may with thee and the holy angels, praise the clemency of God who, having refused mercy to the rebellious angels after their fall, has granted repentance and forgiveness to fallen man. Amen

Paul Stephens: -breathing..normal, except for that head ace thing-

Christina Anderson: *settles on watching Alex, breathing quick and shallow.*

Simon Everson: "Alexander, how long am i supposed to hold this *blood spreading everywhere*

Dana Mackintosh: *"You change like sugar cane, says my northern lad..."*

Alexander Tarquine: ~will slowly remove the bandage of gauze~

Finnuala Rosher: *Her hand rises from Paul, finished and at peace.* Paul, be well. *Moves away*

Daisy Mae Everson: *checks to see if all the bullets are in the gun*

Daisy Mae Everson: How many bullets does this hold?

Alexander Tarquine: ~looks over to Simon~ huh? You can drop it..

Finnuala Rosher: *Picks the phone back up and listens for anyone on the other end*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~turns and looks at Finnuala,t hen paul~ What happened?

Dana Mackintosh: *does not notice she is crying, but she does move away from Paul a little to give him his space, watching that the rune in the floor is not disturbed*

Daisy Mae Everson: Damn it how many bullets!

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Paul needs our help, but gently. *Spoken quietly* Mental trauma

Simon Everson: *grumbles* 13.. It's 13

Alexander Tarquine: ~would answer Daisy but doesn't know, he inspects the side of Paul's head seeing how much damage remains~

Paul Stephens: -paul is very unconcious, and his head is VERY bloody and brains are everywhere, but his head is sealed tightly and whole-

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone* Hello. I'm still here. There's been a........nothing. Nothing is wrong.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Simon, then counts the bullets* They are all here.

Alexander Tarquine: ~grabs a wash cloth from the sink and begins to clean Paul's head, double checking for small or superficial wouns~

Christina Anderson: *looks at Daisy as she says this in utter disbelief.*

Simon Everson: *Blinks at Daisy and looks at her hand, counting bullets*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at the blood on the ground, pretty sure there had to be more than mental trama there~ Alright Finnuala.

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone*No. There was a gun fired, but all's well. *Calm and clearer than before the shot even.* I still would like to see you. For yourself, if not for me.

Allison White Saldaré: [[*huggles all then runs off to bed, gone*]]

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Mental trauma led to the suicide attempt, Justin.

Paul Stephens: -having healed a good number of damage OVER what paul did to himself there is nothing there, not even a depression for where the bullet went in and out-

Dana Mackintosh: *blinks, swallows, and saves the impression in her head for Tyne, rubbing out the rune on the floor. She speaks softly to the figure on the floor, a good three feet from him* Paul?

Daisy Mae Everson: *There is some blood on Daisy's hand*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~stops, frozen~ Sucide? ~glances at Paul~ That would snap his code of honor in half ~totally disbelieving~

Paul Stephens: -hugges a allsion-=

Dana Mackintosh: *she looks up at Justin and shakes her head* No, there was something very weird going on...with his mind and his spirit..but I have NO idea what it was.

Daisy Mae Everson: *goes over and looks at Paul's hand*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he walks over to Paul and looks at alexander, trying to stay out of the blood. Sets his sword to the side~

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Or he meant to only protect Daisy from himself maybe. He almost shot her. He's in a bad way. Something serious.

Daisy Mae Everson: *shakes Simon off... wanting to see Paul's hand*

Alexander Tarquine: ~tosses the bloody wash cloth in the sink and picks up the sirt and puts it in there as well, he gabs another cloth and begins to clean the mess on the floor~

Christina Anderson: *very lost, very confused, looks to each in turn.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone* The Chapel is watched and I'm known by all the police now. So it'll have to be in another place probably. And that'll be hard as long as I'm under investigation. Can we talk on the phone again soon?

Alexander Tarquine: ~is shirtless now and his scars show for all to see~

Dana Mackintosh: *hugs herself, suddenly very cold. She's back down to two wp, and feeling it*

Dana Mackintosh: I think the nephandi at the door really fucked him up...*shivers, debates moving to get a sweater*

Daisy Mae Everson: *softly* somethings not right...

Alexander Tarquine: ~is now up to two wp and continues to clean~

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods at the second. More the second than believing that paul would comit a sin as sucide~

Finnuala Rosher: Where I live is also where Simon lives, so I don't think that would be a good idea. But I can get a room somewhere soon.

Dana Mackintosh: *she leans towards him again, scared to get any closer. She keeps her voice soft and low, yet pitching it to carry.* Paul?

Simon Everson: *growls at Daisy, saying nothing about the nephadi at the door vs the human*

Finnuala Rosher: ((Last post was to the PHONE))

Daisy Mae Everson: *goes and grabs her note book and pen, ignoring everyone... draws... before the image is gone from her mind*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~reaches out tentetively and let's his fingers caress the brow~

Christina Anderson: *moves back finally, letting shock take over again and finds a seat.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Phone* I will. And believe me when I say that you're helping me as much as I am you. Good night.

Finnuala Rosher: *Puts the phone away and lets calm re-settle around the room.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~cleans the floor and tosses that cloth in the sink as well, he turns on the hot water trying to get most of the blood out of the clothes~

Simon Everson: *looks at Christina * Go, ktichen, to the left door is a broom thing.. let's clean up ..OUR blood.

Jonathon Spader: ~SV~ Lockdown on grounds and comming in. All clear? *slightly raspy/staticy*

Dana Mackintosh: *the kindling begins in the depths of her mind...the potential for a very true hatred of nephandi...as she hates nothing else, for even child abusers she would rather kill than slaughter when the anger dies. But the fire that is starting is very very cold.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~not wearing his subvocal , he was in bed, praying silently , lips moving as he touches Pauls' head, wincing at the damage there~

Dana Mackintosh: ~SV~ All clear lockdown, and man, am I happy to hear you.

Christina Anderson: *snaps to attention when spoken to, blinking at Simon, then nodding dully, going to where he directed her to.*

Simon Everson: *stands and looks at Daisy, still running a scans about the house so he'sll pick up jon then*

Dana Mackintosh: *has started wearing it all the time, along with her armour*

Paul Stephens: -lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing calmly-

Dana Mackintosh: *watches Justin concerned, willing to lend him her strength if need be...even if she's not quite sure how to do that*

Alexander Tarquine: ~has been cleaning up the blood~

Simon Everson: (yea, but simone's one to get other people to help)

Finnuala Rosher: Justin, is there anything I can do to help?

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~being in bianca's mind has prepared him for a lot, so he doesn't even blink at Pauls~ "..He's.. Broken. ~is the only way he can put that after a moment~

Simon Everson: *Daisy>>What's going on daisy?

Dana Mackintosh: *softly* How do we help him get better?

Daisy Mae Everson: *giggles... almost insanely* i don't know.

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Then it remains for us to help in any way we can.

Christina Anderson: *returns eventually with the item, looking over the remains of what Alex wasn't able to get, swallows hard and starts.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~tenses and grips the counter for a moment to steady himself and then continues with what he's doing~

Dana Mackintosh: *turns her head* alexander, sit down before you get more sick and there is no one here to heal us.

Jonathon Spader: *the back door eases open very slowly, and Jon slips inside the kitchen quietly. Soaked to the bone, and freezing to the touch. Ice is built up in his hair, and eyebrows. His eyes are squinted in tenseness. But he moves smoothly, and without noise, or extra motion, one hand ids armed with his sword/pistol* ~quietly, and in the sense of a headache~ Honey, I'm home.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~glances at Daisy, and then alexader~ Ok..who's at 100%?

Finnuala Rosher: *The realization that she who was once a normal person now feels more at ease among blood and gunpowder doesn't bother her so much as just seems to need examination at a later date*

Simon Everson: *walks over and hugs daisy, picking up jon a while back* Don't step in the blood Jon.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Dana* Who the hell made you boss. *drops the note book and walks away*

Simon Everson: "100% sir."

Simon Everson: *now that's not normal* Holds Daisy not letting her walk away.

Jonathon Spader: *takes in the scene, and absorbs as much data as he can* Sir, I'm good. (to Justin's querry)

Daisy Mae Everson: *doesn't hug Simon back*

Alexander Tarquine: ~ignores Dana and continues to work~

Christina Anderson: *doesn't answer Justin, simply cleans as it is a lot easier than thinking about it.*

Paul Stephens: -floor, pool of own blood, some if not much of it cleaned up-

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> 100% // Spader> Welcome home Jon.

Dana Mackintosh: *just blinks at Daisy, and starts to cry again silently, not moving*

Jonathon Spader: *places his left hand to his temple. right eyes squeezed tightly shut, the left eye really squinty*

Daisy Mae Everson: *just there in simon's arms*

Jonathon Spader: Finn> Thank you ma'am. Was I ID'd?

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "From what I can tell, he .."dislikes" Women. The images his pretty nasty, but he is loyal and reconizes those he must and can work with. HE pulled the Gun on daisy in a fit of weakness, but flcked the saftey back on, still in control. He was agast and disgusted at his own failures and thougt..as anyone would..about just ending it, ..and then he say a light, and tthat's the last thing he knows beyond a large headace.

Finnuala Rosher: Spader> No. You got away clean.

Dana Mackintosh: *is no longer 100 percent, and so says nothing at this point*

Dana Mackintosh: *flicks her eyes to the Paul, and struggles to understand*

Simon Everson: *holding Daisy, has no idea what to say, whispering to her ear*

Jonathon Spader: Good, I'm glad we all got away.

Christina Anderson: *listens but still cleans, stopping equals thinking.*

Finnuala Rosher: Spader> We didn't _all_ get away, but Justin and I managed to get out on bail.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): Finnuala, work on Jon plesae ~walks over to Paul and picks him up~ I'm going to put him away. He's not going to feel better about the shot, don't pretend it didn't happen, but do more than "understand" ~says to all~

Alexander Tarquine: ~doesn't give a status report, its obvious he's not 100%~

Paul Stephens: -is lifted, he not at 100nope nope nope-

Dana Mackintosh: *looks up at Quinn, then stands shakily*

Jonathon Spader: *absolutely stopt, the headache being discarded like a soiled pair of jeans* What?

Finnuala Rosher: QUINN> Of course, on both matters. *Reaches over and takes Spader's arm in her hand* Have a seat Jon.

Simon Everson: *absently* his gun is still load, and the safty is still on.

Dana Mackintosh: Quinn> Would you like me to keep an eye on him? So that someone will be there when he wakes up? *voice strangely dead, and pitched rather low*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at Dana and thru shear act of will, hand paul to dana~ He wont awaken, so your safe for a while.

Jonathon Spader: *waves off Finn's grab* Just a headache ha'am. No worry. What is this about bail? How long do we have before trial?

Christina Anderson: *finishes up with a final swipe where Paul lay and goes to clean off the mop without a word.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~catches what Simon siad and walks voer to Alexander, and looks him over~ how bad?

Jonathon Spader: ((oops. ha'am = ma'am))

Daisy Mae Everson: Father Quinn> He didn't shoot himself.

Finnuala Rosher: Spader> We don't know any of the dates yet. Relax and let me take care of you. If you're not completely in best form you'll be sent to your room and someone else will have to try to do your job.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~his eyes follow christina, and is reminded of finnuala at the same time. AT this point, the climb out of the grave or break into mental pieces~

Finnuala Rosher: ((Pictures Christina rinsing grey matter into the mop bucket))

Alexander Tarquine: ~turns to Quinn~ Physically its nothing, I just need a little rest, I'll be fine

Dana Mackintosh: *holds Paul to her and starts up the stairs towards his room*

Jonathon Spader: There's nothing to take care of ma'am. Man just wasn't meant to be a mile up without a mountain under him or a plane around him. And I sisncerely think you don't want to do my job ma'am.

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Alex* DAMN it rest then. Stop trying to save the world on your own.

Simon Everson: *the tear that falls he wipes away on daisy's shoulder before anyone sees it and holds her hands* it's ok Daisy.. It's ..time.. we left for a while.. no?

Paul Stephens: -hauled off, he's a sturdy fellow-

Christina Anderson: (( Ewwwww.... *L* )) *by all rights, should have gone snapola a long time ago, probably might still, for now sticks to the task at hand with an involuntary gag reflex every now and then.*

Finnuala Rosher: Spader> Stop Ma'am-ing me so much and let me have a look at you. You're not at your best and to offer any less than best condition is like offering faulty equipment to us.

Jonathon Spader: *starts shivering*

Alexander Tarquine: ~blinks at Daisy~ I had merely come down for a cup of tea, and all this happened

Daisy Mae Everson: Don't just say I need rest... DO IT.

Dana Mackintosh: *mutters under her breath to Daisy* Who made you boss? *but it's completely inaudible, since 99% of her breath is aimed at attempting to carry Paul up the stairs. She pauses for a moment* Can someone give me a hand? *god i hate being weak*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~lays his hand on alexander~ thou needs to be healed, and I am tired. But believe in HIS strength..and all will be made plain to thee

Daisy Mae Everson: (be glad Daisy didn't hear that)

Jonathon Spader: Yes ma... Yes sir. *he strips his jacket and shirt, letting them fall to the floor with a clink, jingle, crash of concealed metal, and "stuff". He sits in a chair for Finn*

Dana Mackintosh: ((oh, Dana isn't brave enough to say it very loud *G*))

Simon Everson: "Be Quiet, all of you be Quiet. *very softly* So. One Demon huh?

Alexander Tarquine: ~just shakes his head~ when I'm done here I'll rest

Finnuala Rosher: *Starts the standard checkover of Jonathon* ((First Aid and Biology 3-Veterinary Science))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Alexander, that is what HE said,and, crusfixition and burning s are so not vogue anymore.

Christina Anderson: *having not said a thing since the event, silence isn't a tall order, turns to Dana's request and leaves the mop behind, following after her and looking to where she can best give a hand*

Daisy Mae Everson: *looks at Simon and finally just looses it... leaning into him... and her knees give away*

Simon Everson: "Everyone, just calm down, we can all fight later.

Paul Stephens: -outsiki-

Alexander Tarquine: ~moves to catch Daisy~ whoa there

Finnuala Rosher: Spader> You need a lot of sleep and some hot packs. There's no frostbite. And here, *fetches a cup of hot tea* It'll do you a lot of good in getting warm.

Simon Everson: *picks up daisy without a word, and walks up stairs, they'll be gone far away in the morning*

Simon Everson: *only nods to alexader in passing, *

Alexander Tarquine: ~will hand over Daisy to Simon and head upstairs himself~

Daisy Mae Everson: *softly cries in Simon's arm's... like a child*

Simon Everson: *From top of stair* We're leaving.. WE'll be back, but Were going to Our Ranch in Texas, then maybe england. Time undeterminate.. *Softly* Good night My Family..

Dana Mackintosh: *with Christina's help, moves Paul to his room*

Alexander Tarquine: ~walks up to his room, closes the door, and passes out across his bed~

Finnuala Rosher: *Loks over her shoulder and sees Simon and Daisy with the feeling that the moment she dreaded has come, Daisy's innocence died.*

Jonathon Spader: *takes the proffered tea and holds the cup to his bare chest (everyone will now be able to take notice of the US Airborne Special forces tatoo on his right bicep. )*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~stands and nods to Simon.~

Dana Mackintosh: *says nothing, only sick that she will never know why Daisy hates her*

Alexander Tarquine: [[ night people ~waves~ ]]

Simon Everson: *Carries DAisy into their room and closes the door with his foot*

Finnuala Rosher: *Exhales tiredly and says nothing to Simon or Daisy, but wishes they hadn't shosen to leave now*

Daisy Mae Everson: (night alex)

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~runs his hand thru his hair and takes a deep breath~

Finnuala Rosher: ((Nite Alexander. ))

Christina Anderson: *after assisting in returning Paul to his room, slumps against the hallway wall with a sigh, having heard what Simon said, not knowing much about the situation, but knows it isn't good. Then with concerted effort, pushes off the wall and heads down the stairs.*

Jonathon Spader: ((Night guys))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): [pops alexander]~scans around and takes a seat on the step. His shoulder do not slump, just he rethinks, as they are losing more than simon and daisy, but Simon and Daisy.~

Christina Anderson: ((Night Alex... *waves*)) *looks over the remaining people in the room, holding it together for now, and settles back at the kitchen table.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Leans against the wall, arms folded over her ribs and watches her closest friends with clear and speculative eyes*

Dana Mackintosh: *she takes off Paul's boots, and anything constricting like a belt. She takes all his weapons from him and pulls a blanket over him*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks up and nods~ Dana, to the edge of the blacony please. Let alex sleep. Finnuala, Jon, ~Christina.~

Dana Mackintosh: ((umm...In Paul's room and confused))

Jonathon Spader: *turns to regard Justin*

Christina Anderson: *looks up at Justin as he speaks, draws in a deep breath and holds it before exhaling slowly.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Walks to Father Quinn's side* It seems we haven't stopped taking the morale beatings quite yet.

Dana Mackintosh: *then, keeping a light mental touch (mind/life) on Paul to know if he begins to wake, she steps down the hall and leans over the balcony, watching*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..Morale is not the issue, as it would seem. Morale is the willingness to fight the Good fight. We have not..we are strong in that reguard, fresh and as always, without equals.

Dana Mackintosh: *realizes belatedly she is still wearing Just's boots, and tracking bloody foot prints all over the house. She slips them off with her toes*

Christina Anderson: *low tones, speaking slowly.* What is the issue then?

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~stands, ties his hair in a pony tail~ IS trust.. not blind trust, but the glue that holds us together. We all in this room would die for another, but, living is apporiately hard. We doth have a problem that is clear. Too .. much.. information.

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> The fight is all we seem able to do any more. It gears us all up to the point that we can't handle the peaceable times very well. What happened with Justine was the catalyst somehow.

Dana Mackintosh: *"It is easy to die for someone..it is so much hareder to live for someone..." six feet from Paul, her voice echoing in the rafters, she shakes herself back to reality*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Finnuala~ Exactly

Christina Anderson: *would argue the information point, having missed the clue bus on several occasions, but sits silent and listens.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): i'm glad we can all see the problem~ ~not scartisticly~ Can thou now solve the puzzle?

Finnuala Rosher: ((*L*@Christine)) *Looks at her feet, not dejected, just thinking* I haven't the slightest notion as to what to do about this.

Christina Anderson: *thinks for a moment then looks to them, wondering.*

Dana Mackintosh: *softly, from the blacony* Maybe battle sometimes makes it hard for us to forgive. *actively forgives Daisy at that moment*

Simon Everson: *the house get's a little warmer as simon's presence (faith) flutters and dies out*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~turns to Dana and nods slowly~

Finnuala Rosher: *Suddenly looks up with realization* Discord.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~softly~To whom ye forgive any thing, I forgive also: for if I forgave any thing, to whom I forgave it, for your sakes forgave I it in the person of HIS body;

Christina Anderson: *swallows a bit and looks to them.* How long has it been since things have been.... good..... versus bad... for everyone here?

Dana Mackintosh: Everyday life...is not a battlefield, I think we have trouble understanding this...that watching tv at night a mug of hot chocolate in my hand...I'm not just a Squire and Finn isn't just my Dame. No offence, Finn. *actually, Dana doesn't watch any tv at all*

Dana Mackintosh: *hears Finn and shuts up*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~turns to toward simon and daisy's door and has to almost physically holds himself in place~

Finnuala Rosher: None taken Dana. // Christina> About a month. And everything isn't bad, just the general atmosphere from time to time. Unstable.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~sharply at Finnuala~ Yes MAtron ~says to CHRISTANA~ Last week. I know _I_ rested as i orderd everyone else to do. And enjoy the simple things.

Finnuala Rosher: *Looks up toward Simon and Daisy's rooms.* Discord is winning. This isn't acceptable.

Christina Anderson: *nods to Finn, knowing she phrased that wrong but just couldn't find the words.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): To whom ye forgive any thing, I forgive also: for if I forgave any thing, to whom I forgave it, for your sakes forgave I it in the person of Christ; Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his devices.

Dana Mackintosh: I think the Screwtape Letters should be mandatory reading for everyone living here. *is dead serious*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "But discord must have a Target, a agent, a catalyst..

Jonathon Spader: *Jon listens, but he can't give in to that statement*

Christina Anderson: *nods to Justin in his answer still mulling this all over with everything else that is running around loose upstairs in her head, random thoughts riocheting and striking the ones with a purpose.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Looks at Father Quinn from beneath lashes of sable and thinks back on the internal woundings of the Crowns that set off other stresses that have weakened the structure* We all rested, but that's not all that was required.

Finnuala Rosher: Catalyst...Justine maybe, but that's over. It has to go higher than that.

Dana Mackintosh: *rather quietly* I'm sure I am at times an agent...so well played in fact I'm not even sure how or when...*a sickly bitter smile*

Dana Mackintosh: *softer still* Everyone he has touched....

Finnuala Rosher: Actually, it's all of us with every small brittle snap at one another, every mistrust or witholding of truths.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~remembers something Paul said~ Can't help but think we art going about this all wrong. In short, why de we keep killing something unkillable?

Finnuala Rosher: Is he truly unkillable? Then we need to be uncorruptable.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): `we art human, Is their always not Strife, war, anger and pain. What makes today..special than anyother day.

Dana Mackintosh: Was he always a demon?

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~scoffs at finnuala's answer~ nothing is uncorruptable, even HE in heaven was almost so when faced with the Light Bringers DArkness.

Christina Anderson: *listens, following somewhat but still lost, resolving that someday down the road, it will all make sense, maybe.... *

Finnuala Rosher: Today a breaking point was reached, just like-so it appeared, Justine reached hers, Jonathon lost his temper in the Chapel, followed by myself, now Paul couldn't take it any more and Daisy...

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~waves his head~ Our Problem is, as before, NOT a demon, just a demon's actions, one of many..things at the moment.

Jonathon Spader: *Jon remains mute, sitting out of duty, and honor. Shivering. The tea having gone cold. He can't reconcile this*

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> I realize no one is uncorruptable. I would probably know this better than most, being the heathen Jezebel that I am, but my point is that there ahs to be an armor against discord--or else we accept his existence and move on.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ooC:AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH damn. that hurt. -just thougth id share with you all that horrible pain i'm in at the moment

Dana Mackintosh: *wonders what her breaking point will be, and shivers* I mean...if he fights with discord..can we fight with unity? And..is fighting even the right word? *shakes her head, confused*

Finnuala Rosher: *While talking, takes a bag of rice from the pantry and heats it in the microwave, wraps it in a dish towel, and places it around Jonathon's neck to send direct heat into his arteries through the skin*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Mine was last night. I will shoot no more innocence for useless frevor.

Dana Mackintosh: *thinks..* Something got to Paul. I mean, somthing big got to him. He hates women, but he told me not a week ago, I think, he loves me as a sister in arms. Now ~that~ is unity, ~that~ is something that doesn't break by itself. Not this quickly.

Finnuala Rosher: ((What's hurting you ?))

Christina Anderson: (( *winces* Thanks..... ick ))*recalls just how often she would have loved to clock her brothers and sisters heads when they were growing up, sharing rooms, sharing things, sharing time, sharing space, all to the point of having nothing left for themselves - selfish as it is, everyone needs something of thier own, no matter how tight knit, everyone needs space and alone time.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..Dana, it didn't break, he put the saftey on, his gun was still loaded. Paul was in perfect control.. We are of course, blaming somethin else, not seeing the truth ~turns to finnuala~ An idea, But Spencer simply accepts his existance and moves on.. and that does not get rid of him

Finnuala Rosher: *Sense of dislocation as the twist of personalities makes itself known to her* But I won't let a Demon walk this Earth.

Dana Mackintosh: Then ~what~ exactly happened there? *feels like crying again, god, this sucks so much...*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods with Finnuala, and walks over to Jon, touches him and lets his touch help to warm the man~ As not will I finnuala... but, is simple guns blazing the way? Faith doesn't work, weapons, ignoring him will not make him go away..what is left

Jonathon Spader: ~quietly~ Embracing him.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..He tried to retreat into the darkness..

Justin Quinn (Beatific): (last was answer to dana about paul)

Dana Mackintosh: Justin> Loving and healing him. *urk! did I just say that? ew ew ew...!*

Finnuala Rosher: Dana> All that happened was aggression. // Quinn> We could --no, ridiculous. Never mind. I thought to bind him, but he's too strong for that.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at Jon, and waits for more~

Dana Mackintosh: And...what about the gun? If the safety was on...did he seek to show us he was dead?

Finnuala Rosher: It works. The Marcus contingency.

Christina Anderson: ((*snicker fits @ Dana*))*looks to Justin and Finn to see if they hit the nail on the head with that one, not sure what it means if they did.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..Dana, how can you love anything that has done that to thee?

Jonathon Spader: *looks to Justin* If he cannot be killed because he is dead, and he thrives on chaos and disruption. Then to truly destroy it, you would need to make it what it is not. Breath life into it, give it purpose and focus, and I guess bring it into harmony with its suroundings.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at Jon and dana and Finnuala~ We have more than ..embraced and loved our enemies. This demon of Discord is the only enemy we have ever had..that we hath never tried to redeam. In any way. We hath not listen to him, we hath not heard his confession we hath not.. .. stopped hating him, since his first days.

Dana Mackintosh: Same way I still love you after feeling myself crunch into a wall. Because sometimes, it's worth it. Besides, I can love anything. *yes, she has a right to say this*

Finnuala Rosher: I don't like where this is going. He ate popcorn during my impalement.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~snorts~ yes, i hear demons love being loved. While i find that to be a ..interesting solution, I'm sure handinghim a a baby who can love anything and is innocent will not help.

Christina Anderson: *blinks at Finn and the statement, knowing there has to be a story behind that one, but just sits on the thought.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at Finnuala~ Ahh, the stopping point.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~hears and commits Jon's words to memory~

Dana Mackintosh: I was talking to him once, and things were going okay, or they seemed to be...until he asked for a cigarette and I laid it between us instead of handing it to him. Then he got really mad, and said that I had reminded him of why he hates all of us...That's when he fucked up Albert.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks up at Dana~ all he wanted was a ciggeratte?

Finnuala Rosher: *Would like to give Koch a cigarette all right, one right up the (Censored)*

Jonathon Spader: *looks up from his seat as well* He sought kindness, and was angered when he didn't receive it? Perhaps he is more like a child?

Dana Mackintosh: *she nods slowly* Yeah, I know, I-I should have just handed him the cigarette.

Jonathon Spader: ~and quieter~ And trust.

Finnuala Rosher: Bullshit, Dana. You should have bound him into seven hells to rot forever.

Christina Anderson: *still has little clue as to _exactly_ what they are discussing but thinks Jon might just have it... whatever it is.*

Dana Mackintosh: And the woman, yesterday, was possesed...like...maybe he gets mad because no one would have sex with him willingly, knowing what he is...*not all here right now*

Christina Anderson: *and there goes the clue with the last words from Dana.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~rubs his chin~ Demons are no less than us, they are tormented souls, sharing their torment .. In short, he is a discord demon, forteror of mistrust and anger, disloyalty and unkindness.. ~softly~ And if that is his penalty? To offer an honest and non involving hand.. only to watch it repeatedly thrown back into his face?

Finnuala Rosher: *Gets a pained appalled look* All of you are seriously considering this, aren't you?

Dana Mackintosh: *sapphires take a second to focus on Jon* I think you're right.

Finnuala Rosher: *Looks ceilingward and wonders if maybe this hasn't just been another hallucination.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods at Jon~ .. more so, Dana said it before. One aslo..Forgives a child.

Dana Mackintosh: *the forgiveness started at Quinn's words, at the horror they invoked in her soul, not even being able to know how hard that would be on Dana herself*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Yes Finnuala, Suffer no demon to walk the earth, Did not mean Slaughter them all with Silver hollow point.

Finnuala Rosher: *Thinking "I don't actually hear this"*

Dana Mackintosh: I will t-t-t-try and t-talk to him, if that would be....*searches for word, can't find one, trails off*

Dana Mackintosh: Finn, we have ~tried~ all other ways...*thinks..we're going to have trouble with that one*

Finnuala Rosher: Dana, stay away from that thing. *Quietly*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..He is but.. like thy wyrm Finnuala, he is not the cause of our ..Discord .. to uses a fraze. He just uses it to grow stronger with each moment.

Dana Mackintosh: *her shoulders fall a bit as she one thing she may actually be good at..is rendered useless here.*

Jonathon Spader: *he looks to the floor, to hide the tears, and the squidging tight of his eyes*

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Then by all means let us repair from within, but there's no reason to embrace that horror to ourselves.

Christina Anderson: *looks between them all as the evening gets stranger and stranger.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~stands resolute~ Every bit of hate, mistrust, and anger, has fed him. And no one, carries more Hate than Spencer and Finnuala and Jon, Simon, Dana.. cause.. there is hate there.. like a festering wound. Simon , actually, doesn't hate, just wants to be rid of him.. I'm sure he approced hate yesterday

Dana Mackintosh: Love is stronger than hate Finnuala. Love is stronger than horror. Tonight, later, I will tell you why I am not dead at Albert's hands. *softly*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~looks at Finnuala~ Oh?.. here is a task matron. Cannest thou, in thy heart, Forgive Mathew Koch?

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..Let us not start down the road of thy rapist Dana ~softly~

Finnuala Rosher: Hate? Me? No, more like pure rejection. That one is as far from the Origin of ALL as they can get. He's the sour note in the symphony, the piece that doesn't fit. If anything, he's a fragment of something larger that wants to break the universe itself.

Finnuala Rosher: How can I forgive what can't be forgiven?

Jonathon Spader: ~absolutely quietly. Hangover quirt~ No ma'am, he is a creation of God, just like the rest of us, and has a opurpose in this world, even if we can't fathon the good of it.

Dana Mackintosh: *sighs and shakes her head as Quinn diminishes what she was going to say, which in her mind was important, and honestly does make an effort to forgive him for it*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "He was human once finnuala...

Christina Anderson: *sits listening, letting it all just flow past, in and around.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Draws her hand down over her face exasperatedly and looks up at the others* He's actually--and it about kills me to say this, but some things once learned can't be unlearned. He's part of the structure of creation that breaks down order to provide fuel for motion of new creation.

Finnuala Rosher: ((Ain't it sick when Garou kin become near-Choristers?))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~shakes head~ nae finnuala ~back on solid teological ground~ And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. Everyone.. evntually attones and leaves IT's place.

Dana Mackintosh: *knows she needs to speak to Finn alone*

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> I know this, and my belief in this is solid. Just not in the case of that one. I can contemplate forgiving any other demon, but him. *Nerves getting wired*

Dana Mackintosh: *slides down to the tiles, slipping her legs between the bansiters, and swinging them a bit, wondering....*

Christina Anderson: *was just getting her head wrapped around the idea of a universal compost heap until Justin spoke and now works on this one.*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Finnaual~ then he hath beaten thee. Thou hath lost to him..

Dana Mackintosh: *winces at the effect she knows Quinn's words will have on Finn's heart*

Dana Mackintosh: *and double checks on Paul again, noticing that somewhere in there she lost track of him*

Finnuala Rosher: *A chill sinks in slowly as icewater seeping in through a crack in the soul*

Dana Mackintosh: *wishes she could remember that latin thing about unity right about now*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..For, if even I can forgive Marcus, and aefle, I am far from lost. ~takes out his bible, and looks at it~ That is what i learned on a cross, a long time ago.. I can forgive.. eventually.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he looks at the book, then walks over to finnuala and hands it to her~ Time to give it to the next person who doth need it.

Jonathon Spader: *shaking his head, he stands rapidly, turning towards Finn, and maybe cocking a fist back, but then stops and freezes, and moves into attention. He tries to keep the pain from clouding his vision* ~still quiet~ Permission to retire to the showers.

Dana Mackintosh: *this is gonna get real hot, real fast. Hold on Finn...*

Jonathon Spader: Sirs.

Finnuala Rosher: *It's a while before she can even speak, the numbness of the statement still chilling deeply* Can you? Can you forgive me if I fail to forgive? I'll try. I just can't imagine at this moment that it'll be more than going through the motions.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Jon~ "..go, i want to sleep myslef..

Christina Anderson: *a slow sinking feeling comes over her, not sure why, but falls into it seeing where it takes her and what it dredges up with those words.*

Finnuala Rosher: *Blinks at Spader* Go get warm, Jon. Good night.

Dana Mackintosh: *hmmm...* Finn, if you don't know my love for you is unconditional, then I guess it's a good time to tell you.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~reaches out and leans down to finnuala, letting all pretenses fall away~ I do so love thee Finnuala, and that, doth not change with time or action, just as thine own doth not change with mine.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he reaches out and slowly cups her cheeks if she will let him~

Dana Mackintosh: Finn> ~Your~ bravery, ~your~ strength, ~your~ ability to love while leading this life...~everything~ you've gone through and come out of like a phoenix...~that's~ why I'm a squire. *swallows, needs a cigarette* And you trying...you trying to do this, and I know *her voice breaks a bit* what he has done to you...your effort is more than I would ever expect from ~anyone~ else in your position. And so it is unconditional...because you have earned an eternity's woth of my love and respect already.

Finnuala Rosher: *Looks at Dana and smiles embarrassedly* I was somewhere else. Dana. Sorry, and let it be known that I feel the same way for you. // QUINN> I htink you know how I feel about you. Just--time. Time is what this will take to get accustomed to. I should sleep and see if it works in the morning, this concept.

Christina Anderson: *purses her lips to all of this and sits silent, watching, everything now coming to a standstill in her perspective.*

Finnuala Rosher: Both of you are finer than you know. If only you oculd see yourselves as I do.

Dana Mackintosh: *nods solemnly to Finnuala, not goind to let an embarassed smile save her from those words. She then stands, and slinks off like a good little squire, leaving her Dame and the Marshall, into Paul's room to ponder him for a while*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~smiles softly~ took me 200 hundred years.. I was hoping for about 198 or so with thee ~curls her hand around the bible~

Jonathon Spader: *Jon retreats to the showers, shivering again, and wincing in pain after he leafevs the room*

Finnuala Rosher: ((Lovely typos I'm making!)) Dana, be well and try to remember always what a real, normal life was like.

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Jon and christina~ Thou art welcome to stay christina.. and we shall provide thee with even more questions.

Christina Anderson: *exhales silently, letting go of the breath that she was holding and coming back to herself. She takes another long inhale and reaches for her coat, quietly slipping it on as now seems to be as good a time as any to make a subtle exit.*

Dana Mackintosh: *leaves, laughing to herself, since Finn will know that Dana's life has never been normal*

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> *Looks down at the Bible and folds her other hand protectively across it* I'll read it, all of it before I sleep and it'll stay with me, having come from this book.

Christina Anderson: *looks up to Justin and grins weakly with a brief chuckle.* Thank you.... I think I'd like that... although would like to make sure Bobby's alright...

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods again,to Christina. steps aside yto help fin up stairs. There still people he's never forgiven..but, it's a start.~

Finnuala Rosher: *Somewhere within she recalls having started out the evening as a source of strength toward others and has become the opposite with nothing more than words to have caused it. Self chiding*

Finnuala Rosher: *Doesn't bring up Rory and Angel*

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ((LATRER ALL 3 hours past my bed time) ~doesn't want to leave her alone tonight of all nights~

Christina Anderson: *finishes assembling herself and pauses, looking over the room one more time, stopping a moment as it all replays in fastforward and snippets. Frozen for a minute or two, then snaps out of it and walks to the door.* (( Night back at y'all *g*))

Simon Everson: (ooc:justice..)

Finnuala Rosher: *Disappears up the stairs with Justin* ((Going too))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~has to do his part in the morning and prepares everyone for their absence~

Jonathon Spader: ((Gone. I got 5am here, and I need to see what the back of my eyelids look like. *S* *HUGS* to the women *Firm handshakes to the men*))

Daisy Mae Everson: (is going too... was on three hour longer then i should have been...)

Finnuala Rosher: ((Nite all. This turned out far differnt than I expected))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): [We go out in the world and take our chances, Fate is just the weight of circumstances, That's the way that lady luck dances, Roll the bones ]

Finnuala Rosher: ((Rush?))

Simon Everson: ((damn.. we just ..ROleplay well together don't we??*L*))

Daisy Mae Everson: (doesn't alway turn out different from what one expect? *chuckle*) (good night everyone...*HUGS*)

Justin Quinn (Beatific): [i like 1 Rush album, and and 1 song off another][Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones ]

Justin Quinn (Beatific): [Faith is cold as ice -- Why are little ones born only to suffer, For the want of immunity , Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice?

Daisy Mae Everson: (I have to agree with simon on that one)

Finnuala Rosher: ((Said it before and I say it again, everyone here is da shit))

Daisy Mae Everson: (really got to go... and this was archived)

Dana: *curls up to sleep in an armchair in Paul's room*

Jonathon Spader: ((Night. ~POOFIN~))

Justin Quinn (Beatific): : [[player tires to figure out what happened to paul]]Agrees were good TT for online chat]

Finnuala Rosher: *Sits under a light all night reading the Bible and meditatively praying*

Simon Everson: ((hug kisses later)

Dana: ((*looks at her own archive and thinks...they really need to figure out these things at the beginning*)

Daisy Mae Everson: ~* gone *~

Justin Quinn (Beatific): ((i like 2 people doing it..cyuase.. i've lost who archives in the middle at times..pisses me off*L*...keep both..i'm trying to collect them all anyway))

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