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†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws† Scene
January 2000

Simon Everson: *enters at a slow walk*

Finnuala Rosher: *Steps in and shakes off a few snowflakes from her cloak*

Dana Mackintosh: *the black jetta 2000 pulls up*

Paul Stephen: -enters with gear in hand-

Simon Everson: *kicks Snow off his boots*

Finnuala Rosher: Hello everyone.

Dana Mackintosh: *she walks in, blond hair back in a bun, the tight black armour on under her trenchcoat. Two thighpacks break the silhouette, but her jacket is buttoned up so you can't see under it. She leaves her black leather gloves on*

Dana Mackintosh: *nods to all, moves to stand beside Finn*

Justyne Donnelly: *comes out of the backroom, leaving Jon to his preperations* ((he's got a lucnh, Jon does..20 minutes))

Dana Mackintosh: *smiles a little to Tyne, but the smile doesn't last long. She's really very solemn*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -smiles at Tyne-

Finnuala Rosher: *Flexes the newly broken in leather gloves with their fine copper layered with steel plates attatched to the topside, and looks at Simon.* How well are you Paladin? Remember, we're forbidden to lie.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *nods to all who assemble*Standing in the room suddenly is a very tall man. His Cold Glacial eyes survey the room with out comment, ripping into those that he sees, evaluating them on their stance, syle, effectiveness and threat level. Moving past that, thin lips for a line on his noble face. Here is all breeding, and only the best of that. His hair, eyebrows, are silver. His Body is a golden tan, all the way around. His right eyebrow is pierced. In his ears are Platnum earrings, the loops and 3 diamonds studs in the let and 2 gold int he right. On the left side of his neck in a Symbol of a cross, ornatly done, about 2 inches tall.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~almost smirks at Finnuala ~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "I am able to carry out my assigned duty" *simple, and effective*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *plays with an unlit cigarette*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -paul looks at Simon skepticaly-

Finnuala Rosher: Simon> That'll have to do. We'll be watching you. If you turn out to be too unwell, it'll be dealt with. Thanks, Simon. It's good to have you among us.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -simon nods-

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *comes back in*Standing the same height(5'8) her hair is not its aubrun shade, but black. Rows of braids resembling dreadlocks look simalar to cables, if she moves fast enough. Her face is painted in warpaint in shades of dark green and black(think Braveheart, Conan) in no apperant pattern, just slashes of dark color. she wears a light leather armor of a very deep shade of green, looking almost balck whern the light falls on it. she carries her trusty chucks, made of a metallic material.*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -he hasn't said anything, just wearing a rather bulky jacket-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *leans back and unbuttons her trench, revealing the zipper of a form-fitting pvc bondage jacket over her bodysuit*

Alexander Tarquine: ~rambles in~ ~a whisp of a man enters through the door. Standing at 6' even he appears to be on the threshold of his 30's. His black hair is neatly cut and he has a small goatie. His emerald eyes dart around the room from under silver framed glasses, exploring everything. He wears a modest red turtle neck with black slacks. His shoes are neatly shined and his black coat is wrinkle free. His smile is strangly absent and he moves rather stiffly.~ [[ Http://home.austin.rr.com/nevahl/alexander.jpg and alex.jpg ]]

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Paul is like all men of his young age a good looking fellow, not exceptionaly so. He's he's an american boyish looks and good homour, make up for any slight in reacation he man have. His manners are exceptional and never forgotten. He stands barrel chested and stiff, brown hair and dark brown eyes of cremy amber alight his faces. His suit is dark , his shirt white, the tie blood red. his shoe reflect like a mirror and his 6.7" form could challange a bull. Nothing but kindness and surity of purpose escapse him however

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~glances at his watch.~ Questions?

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: Quinn> How do we hurt it?

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~arches an eyebrow~ It?, We wilt not be anywwhere near it.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: Then what, exactly, are we doing?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Better))((And now the Society of Leopold descrip, *EFG* )) *A long dark plait of braided hair falls past a face set in grim thought. Her eyes are the tint of the trees that hide an unseen stalker. She comes as a shaft of light breaking into a winter tomb, cold Faith at the end of a long night, Deus Vult!*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ((brb))

Alexander Tarquine: ~listens as he gears up~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~ A rythemic chiming carries across the night, as she approaches. the sound is that of tinkling shattered glass as she walks, metal adornments clamor against each other on the biker jacket, making each step a sort of metalic dirge. her left thumb is tucked into her pocket leaving the rest of the hand loose, the silver rose ring cast in shadow. Her eyes are the dark grey of winter at dusk. the air about her is of a serious, graven feel, and she does not smile as the seriousness of the possible casualties to come at her own hand greive her already. no shirt can be seen, as the jacket is zipped shut but like as not the sword on her back commands more attention. nearly 5 feet in length, it is strapped to her back so that the hilt and lion's head counterwieght are visable. the lion seems to watch her opponents with a thirsty anticipation. her dark auburn hair is braided, but one small braid hangs free, a tiny chram of some sort on the end. her gaze sweeps across the room, and a threonody of gealic softly escapes her lips, as she asks forgiveness for any pain she may have to cause~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~closes the church door~ We art seeking answers, for that, sometimes we have to take them out of the mouths of monsters.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ((the sword, has changed. she has, her grand katana.))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *nodds at Jus as she arrives, thinking Angelica and amber must be in the back with Sabrina. hopefully, she has convinced the Angelica to stay behind. looks at the FJQ, hanging on his every word*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..The Target is a junk yard, with a few spots underground, Kill what thou must, but we need at least one alive to speak with us.

Lockdown: *Jon walks out of the backroom: ((Kill with a desc)) ~~Gone is the casual flyboy appearance, replaced by the hard edged professional "spook". All business and lethality, Jonathon has changed his look to that of a blade, waiting to be used. Black and grey's make up his outfit. His body armor is a flat, light absorbing grey, helping to define his toned chest and arms, and the vest a hard, matte black. He wears a modern, grey, web combat harness, with 2 under the shoulder holsters, housing twin silenced matte chromed 9mm Beretta 92 F's, with 2 spares for each slung below it. His pants are a combination form fitting BA, and BDU. The balistic cloth clings close, helping to define the strong musculature of his legs, while the pants themselves have velcro application straps, and cargo pockets. The outfit itself has very little to get in the way of movement. On the back of each thigh are stored 2, 7 inch silver tipped wooden stakes, and, the pockest of each leg carry small miscelaneous gear, difficult to discern. There are several storage boxes along the belt of the web harness, and several compact rolled kits cling to the velcro storage straps on his legs. He wears a pair of balllistic reinforced tabi boots, a butterfly knife, and chrome matte finished skeleton handled diver's knife concealed in each. An ancient handled dagger is strapped handle down in a rescuer's position on the front of his vest, and the butt of a combat grip, sawed off shotgun peaks over the his left shoulder. On each thigh is strapped .50 caliber flare pistol, matte black as well. A set of hight tech goggles dangle from a strap at this throat, and now that you're looking there, also on his throat, a subvocal throat mike can be seen, as well as an old marine leatherneck. On his back is strapped a team slung cordura, matte black bag, wide, and shallow, but having several inches of depth. And to finish the ensemble, twin butterfly swords are strapped acros his bak in a cross pattern. The hands pointed down. Mounted transversley along the blades are specially modified Berettas, with silencers. However, his smile is still warm and friendly, and the charm behind his eyes, belies the totally hard edge of his appearance.~~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Simon, does not have standard pack, or any visible weapons. He is _terribly_ underdressed*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -listens-

Lockdown: *in his arms he holds a black leather SS greatcoat, and a satchel* Evening folks. I have the recon data.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~she looks at Simon, worriedly~ This is, much like one of the better resteraunts..You don't seem dressed well enough..~looksbat Finnuala for confirmation~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Silent for now, waiting to see what Spader has brought*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Nods to Justine*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ((*S@finn)) "there are two entrances, we Enter thru the north. Simon in Front, he will go in first.. 2 minutes behind, Will be Jon at the west entrance, I want Justine and Paul in the anchor positions, one on each entrance, Finnuala, and Dana go in with Spadar 2 mintutes after, and Tyne and I, after simon.

Alexander Tarquine: ~focuses himself on what he'll need to do tonight~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at Spader, interested. and hears what FJQ is saying, about a junkyard. thinks then, that they are after small fish, tonight.*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *turns to jon*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~stops, not getting to alexander as Jon has the data.. will speak of alexander later~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~she smiles at Finnuala, and nodds at Justin~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -suits un, making sure the plates in his clothing is secure-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~yeah...wants to be like Spader~

Lockdown: *Jon starts walking around, handing a small flat digital reader to each person* I have identified most of the possible "concentration" areas and several of the prescribed "patrols" as marked on the maps. Main target are is identified by a bullseye marker, and depth is represented in feet. It is a full scrap yard, with many nooks, and hiding spots. Keep sharp.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~and then she moves to stand near Paul~

Alexander Tarquine: ~arranges his gear and positions the medic kit such that it is the most accessable thing, he views it as the most important~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *listens, intently* The target..the person, it'sself, will have a bullseye?

Lockdown: *nods to the Padre* Sir, sorry to interrupt. Please continue.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~waves spadar on with a smile~

Lockdown: *leans close to Tyne to whisper*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -carefully takes out a small black briefcase, and opens it. Inside are various vials and and pills and medicine bottles. He carefully measures Several Injections, some nitroglycrin and others unidentified.-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *examines the pad*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks stupid for a minute, then* oh.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Here among those he knows, Tenaviel will appear and scramble up onto a pew, then leap to Finnuala's shoulders and watch all the interesting objects on display.*

Lockdown: As this place is cainite controlled, I suggest stakes and swords be handy. I have a supply of flare guns, and flares if anyone is interested.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *is glad to see there are other meds here, now she can kick ass...she hopes*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: I'll take some flares, Jon.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~commiting it to memory, while shouldering her standard pack. she looks at Tarquine, and goes over to him, digging out what looks like a breifcase, and handing it to him, muttering something to him~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *has no sword. really wants one*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *doesn't answer*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -hands a few of the vials to Alexander. One is a poison kit for nerve gas, but he doesn't say that outlound-

Lockdown: *looks to the Padre* Sir, I'm good.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Heh heh, aint Dana gonna be pleased in a few minutes...))

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws† - Alexander Tarquine: ~mutters~ this is...for me. in case I..get hungry. don't try to hand it to me..just throw it at me, should I become..unmanageable.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~checks, on his weapons.~

Alexander Tarquine: ~takes the vials, scans them and tucks them securely with his gear~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -starts to pass out subvoal mics to hook up to phones-

Alexander Tarquine: ~raises a brow but says nothing~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods~ Alexander will be last in ~turns to alexander~ your responsible for the rest of us to keep going. We want into the nest, but we wantt then to run, stealh first, LOTS of noise later. Total mission time, 13:37 seconds, beyond that, egress.. and pull out. ~looks at his watch~ ready..

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Walks to the office and brings out a cloth-wrapped object about 2 1/2 feet long and hands it to Dana*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Looks at her watch to prepare for synchronization*

Alexander Tarquine: ~nods to Justin and syncs his watch~

Lockdown: *adjusts his digital, setting a timer*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~synchs her watch~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Mark.. ~pauses~ standard rules. WE all come out, or none of us ever see the light of day.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Her watch gives a tiny beep as it's set to the tenth of a second accuracy*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -[time 1/corr 1] clock work timing on crowns, takes autosuccess-

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *synchs dat watch*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -marks his watch and gets' ready to be the count down timer-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~smiles amusedly at Justin at that..but it's just too easy, she nodds~ of course

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *sets her watch, looks to Finn*

Lockdown: *Jon walks to the back room, comming back out with a black hockey bag, and the jacket on*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -flares, smoke. Cocks his gun, and sips the needles into the chamber.-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Open that Dana, and hold it in front of you. It's the one I used before Claudius made mine.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~starts to conentrate on making herself stronger, tougher..more flexible..she'll have time to relpenish herself on the way~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "let's move people. TOT 30 minutes.. ~his voice carryont the unmistakable tone of command~((crypts as all dyna rooms taken))

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *goes into the kitchen and get's some flour.*

Alexander Tarquine: ~nods to Justin and follows like a good little tropper~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *opens the package reverently*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~missioning~

Lockdown: *he zips open the bag, and reveals several compartments. On is filled with shotgun like objects. Another holding flare guns, and flares. He takes out 10 flares, and 2 guns. He holds them out for Finn* Ma'am, as per request.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Pours blessed oil over Dana's sword* In Nomine Domine Dues Adiuva me, Adiuva me, uti vestra animositas, vestra ira Aboleo.

Lockdown: *zips the bag closed, and heads out with FJQ*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *takes on of the flares and a bulky "air" jacket*

Alexander Tarquine: ~blesses each bullit on the way~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Dana's sword now effectively has TF 1 for this scene. I could do it for more, but that would be cheesedick.))

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~smiles at Finnuala, and gets ready to go. Whether she rides with Paul or Paul with she..she does take time to replenish herself~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Walks out after Father Quinn*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -stops, look at the cross, and the sword above the altar, and smiles-

Alexander Tarquine: ~carves a small cross in the slug of each bullet with his knife as well~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Gone Crypt))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *watches all this, and silently, moves to be with the FJQ*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *her head lowered in reverance* This is an honour Lance Knight.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -goes with Justine-

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *The ride over is Quiet and reserved, in the Armoured Suburban it's Quite a few grim faces, but nothing that resolve cannot stop*

Lockdown: *Jon draws the goggles over his eyes, and sets it to a wide diffuse beam. He then draws his swords, and fits the phosphor clips in.* Any last minute oreders sir?

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *weighs her sword, plays with the grip, gets used to it*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[tied to a tree, then left bound in a house boat]]

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~is nervous, ans silent..and glad Angel chose to stay with Amber.~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "everyone Assemble..

Alexander Tarquine: ~carves little crosses into the slugs of his bllets and blesses them, hoping he doesn't need to use them~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *turns to looks at FJQ*

Alexander Tarquine: ~assembles, gear repacked~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -is silent-

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Gathers near the FJQ. perpared to turn all her senses on, so as to be maximumly effective in not being surprised. (life 1, corr1,, prime 1..)

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Stands at attention, but relaxed enough in the knowledge that no evil thing may touch tnem.* (Faith, gotta love it)

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~Wordlessly stands beside Paul~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [still in the van, [parked down the street]

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *also extends her senses* ((life/corr/spirit on))

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~and cannot seem to hear, somehow. Smiles, at that, looking at FJQ~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~slowly he extends his faith his the Heightest,~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *simon has nothing active*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Checks to see if Dana and Lockdown are nearby*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -knows that feeling and bows his head in reverence-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *kicks her faith into the collective pool*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~slowly he extends his faith his the Heightest,~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *simon has nothing active*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Checks to see if Dana and Lockdown are nearby*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -knows that feeling and bows his head in reverence-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *kicks her faith into the collective pool*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Got it. Sitting at attention, then. *S*))

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~stays near FJQ and waits for everyone to assemble~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~slowly he extends his faith his the Heightest,~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *has not extended his faith yet*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -having no faith, he adds his sense of purpose-

Lockdown: *Jon lends his to the aura of faith here*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *kicks her faith to wherever Finn's goes*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~glances at Dana annoyed~ With _US_ or don't do it.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~it's obvious he's not going anywhere until he feels all have joined in what way they can. Not another step~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: [[ ~had pooled his before I got the boot~ ]]

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Pooling like mad*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~reaches out, and takes Pauls' hand~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *pools her faith ~wherever~ Finn's goes, as in taking her protocol cues from Finn*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Simon, as is fitting, adds his shatterd and dimished faith last, to the general pool*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away. Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Dana> Give of your belief and partake of all of ours as if we were rivers feeding an ocean.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he holds the faith pool, like a solid chuck, then spilts off so everyone can take postions~ In 5..

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~Gives all the belif she has..nothing substaital..nothing like they have..but itis faith, nonetheless..and all that she can do~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -smiles at Justine and then raises his head, tossing his hair out of his eyes-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: In Nomine Domine Dues Adiuva me, Adiuva me, uti vestra animositas, vestra ira Aboleo. *Adds to the growing Faith fully.*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Nods to Father Quinn, ready...*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *when the split occurs, she is first out of the van..looking around, at..everything. as soon as she's allowed to go*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *flanks Finn*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Simon's sword emerges from no where, as thge blinding cold weather chills the very air, he seems to just get a pale white, as his blue eyes go ghost white*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~smiles back at Paul, and waits for their turn to "dismount"~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -does _not_ get infront of the paladin, even to open a door-

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~is the last out of the van, he kisses his rosary and waits~

Lockdown: *Jon deploys, silent, and holding the door open for the others*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Takes her silvery short muzzled pistol from it's holster and takes position beside Spader*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~slips out in time with the group, and looks over the Yard, moving with more than a fair amount od stealth, his boots impossibly Quiet~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *silenced beretta in one hand, beside Finn*

Lockdown: *Jon leads Finn to their designated jumpoff point. His feet are almost quieter than Quinn's, as his feet never actually touch the ground*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *He walks boldly up ot the gate, he makes no attempt at Moving away or hiding*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is posssed of the same quiet as FJQ, and moves, sthealthily with him*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -moves with justin as a person who's shadowed him for years-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Squeeges through the snow as quietly as possible for one with no silencing powers or special training.*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *The Stock yard is held of quiet machinery of it's type, and place, nothing seems to be movbing int he darkness, snow covering everthing*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Simonin alrams, at at Paul~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -flicks out his motions sensor, presses his subvocal- "..All clear simon, you have a go."

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *reaches out her senses* ((corr/life/mind scan 3 9 6))

Lockdown: *as he hears Finn and Dana, he pauses just a moment and stops them.* ~SL~ do not be alarmed. *he touchs each on the shoulder, and raises his hands. Dana and Finn float off the ground, and float after Jon as he moves to the designated spot*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~her eyes close, momentairily..nd when they open, they have not changed..much. but she can see better, and is hearing slightly more..not too much, so as to deafen her..~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~says a silent prayer of his own, knowing he hinders the group the most~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *wasn't waiting, AT Paul's go, he takes a single step back, tosses the flour in the air and dissappears in a sudden flurry of Wind and driving snow *

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *just moves with the FJQ..her senses snapping off, at the same time as Jus's * (mind, life, corr, forces)

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[*stresses* be speicifc. ]]

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *is really glad she signs as she is lifted*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Halfway expected this fron Jonathon, and is impressed with his strengths in that ability*

Lockdown: ~SV~ ready on the West.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~exactly at the two minute mark, his own sword slams into the gate~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: (tyne is using forces to tell if any sufdden energy, flames, ect flare up in the area, and to see better. the mind, life, and corr are to tell who, or what, is appraoching the group, or herself, before she can see or hear them))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [thank you.]

Lockdown: *Jon kicks in his entrance, maybe adding some extra push for effect, and moves in swords drawn, and light shining on. He moves in a low but fast crouch, and crosses back and forth across the path randomly*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *flanks Finn, gun out, sword loosened in it's sheath*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: SV~ "..Notthing.

Lockdown: *at points he moves "up" objects not necessarily "climbable" and back down*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~Moving Quickly, he heads towards the centers spot, eyes darting around furutively~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~still with Paul, her sword drawn..smelling the air for whatever scents she can get~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -shakes his head- SV~ place is dead.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -keeps with Justin in a Single line advance-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Keeps along cover behind Lockdown Spader, gesturing for Dana to spread out and do likewise*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Simon is standing where all points converge, out of the wind driven snow*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~SV~ I don't "feel" anything, will let ya know if I do. *keeps cover much as Finn*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Confirm..Nothing, or empty.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~waits a few minutes and as quietly as he can follows Finn, Dana and Spader, staying far enough behind that he doesn't give them away~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ all is quiet with me, as well.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "SV~conformation. Nothing here.

Lockdown: ~SV~ No resistance as of yet, penetrating slow, keep a back door open if it's a trap.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *Sure enough, it is errie, and silent, as if nothing lived here and nothing will. not even rats or bugs seem to be here*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~is right behind Paul, and pranoiedly looking back every so often, to make sure nothing is creeping on them~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *tries not to sweat too much*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *While the lack of bugs in Winter doesn't bother her, there should be mice or rats around, and the occasional cat that hunts them, and this bothers her, remembering the lack of life under the rocks of the old castle grounds in England*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~doesn't smell anything alive. this is..slightly unnerving~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~remains at the door Spader used and slides the goggles on at watches for anything~ [[ Per 3 Inv 3 alt 2 ]]

Lockdown: ((How does this differ from when Spader was here earlier?))

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~"There is nothing here. Nothing alive..Just us . Know what that means? *his voice is that of old man winter*&~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ yes.

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks around, looks at FJQ..and waits..the shit will come a runnin down soon enough*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~SV~ Somebody wanna clue in the newbie?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Does anyone have a filter chemical test kit? There may be poisonous gas here that killed everything. Or it could be an effect of Magic.

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ there's electricity! Simon, be careful! (corr 1, forces 1, looking for the source)

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ "Energy spike.. North west corner

Lockdown: ~sv~ continuing penetration. Moving to primary objective entrance.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Dana, my mother used to say the animals knew. they would be gone, long before any disaster.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ nothing on the chemc STAT, it's clean. Eletronics going foggy.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Turns, doesn't move*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~VS~ Wonderful.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Keeps low and continues after Spader*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~still making a wide turn~

Lockdown: *dives to the left quick, rolling with skill*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: *tunrs, and keeps her back to P{auls, keeping gaurd~SV~ "something wicked this way comes"..be careful, all.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Makes a small adjustment on the frequency of her SV receiver without a lot of satisfaction with the results*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~SV~ I'm losing the mic.... its.... breaking up..

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~hasn't moved, kneels to the ground~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "Um ...We.. prob.. er

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *moves, nearly mirroring the FJQ*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *blinks. once*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *the smell of Ozone rises*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *jon excutes a perfect roll, but there is nothing ar0und him*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Frowns from being unable to catch the SV transmissions, and holds Tenaviel under her arm where his ears can be pressed closed against her,*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~smells it way before anyone else, and gets alarmed~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [5 ...]

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [4..]

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~remains in the doorway that Spader's team entered, scanning with his NV goggles on as he fidgets with the subvocal system~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~Eyes narrow~ "..out..

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[there is no doorway, it's a stockyard, only the offices would have doors]]

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *flanking Finn*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [office, one]

Lockdown: *looking back at Finn, and Dana, and Alexander, he gestures somewhat animatedly. With obvious concentration, Jon gets all 4 of them in the air a fot off the ground*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: [[ ~edit to read edge of compound then... thought there was a gate~ ]]

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *On Quinn's command, backs away*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: (DLP) (Spader's got it)

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *cocks his head to the side* on my mark..Jump.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *and floats*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at that, and mutters something, touching her sash. She and FJQ also rise* (Forces 2)

Lockdown: *Jon , working hard mentally gets them back to the edge of the yards, making sure they don't ground*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [ahh, you said door, yes, a north and west gate.]

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~waits for the mark from Simon..~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -glance a Simon- Only me and You and Justine Paladin -Smiles-

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~-wonders why the hell he's in the air and counters automatically~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *seems to be waiting, wating, then opens his eyes* Mark!

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *He leaps into the air*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: *puts a sturdy hand on Paul. when she jumps..and boy, will she..he's going with.~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -jumps at the same time, just Straight up-

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~jumps, why not~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~jumps, pulling Paul up with her..about 4, 5 feet..at least~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *The ground and the poles suddenly charge with eletricity, about 3 seconds, then stop*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *swears, seeing FJQ, but cannot break her concentration to yank him back up*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~lands in a crouch~ ".That explains that.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *wipes sweat from her brow, never thought she would be this glad it was winter*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -is a tad bit surprised to be 5ft in the air, but lands in solidly-

Lockdown: *Jon puts everyone down at the outside of the gate, and slumps to the ground* Whew, I gotta work on that. Tuckers a guy out that does.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Didn't jump, but then didn't need to* "..It''s on a minute cycle. Go.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~hols Paul as they come back down, realsing him at the right second, for her to take all the shock of the landing, then lookjs around~ ~SV~ everyone ok?

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Didn't jump, but then didn't need to* "..It''s on a minute cycle. Go.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Spader>*Whisper* Well done. Will you be all right to keep going?

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~rips off the goggles blinking rapidly~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~glances about~ "..Justine, find out where they went, Simon, enhance her.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~Goes, dangit..she doesn't wanna have to do that again~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *gioes, moving with, not without, FJQ*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -~SV~ back on line.

Lockdown: Finn> Yeah, just give me a sec to catch my breath. I was holding it.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ I, Jon, and Dana are all well.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *sticks with Finn*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~rubs his eyes waiting for his vision to return~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~had assumed they were all well when no smeel of burning human flesh reached him~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Holds a certain admiration for the ones who did this.*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *walks over to Justine and touches her*, a prayer breaks his lips if breifly

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~Stopps, waits~ ~SV~ as you will..who am I looking for..

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *moves to stick by Alex, seeing that he is blinded*

Lockdown: ~SV~ That's an annoying little thing I didn't see today. I'll have to remember this. Anyone see a safe spot?

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *has NO idea what is going on, will ask la-ter*))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Does it matter Justine. Should i spell out object read for thee?

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~"Center is safe, it's in tighter and tigheter circeles, hard to see with people walking abrou in the day.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~rubs his eyes and blinks some more as his vision returns, he'll not wear those blasted things again~

Lockdown: ~SV~ Define center. Location?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Takes out the night vision goggles and looks for a safe spot off the ground and insulated*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -still scanning with motion dector-

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is still moving*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "Center, as in Center of the Yard * it's simle, not mocking*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~wonders where Tyne is moving to as he's not~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~smiles back at Simon..feeling the power that comes from him, and moves..rather faast to the center of the yard, placing her hands on the earth.,.and concentrating~ (8, 9, 8, plus the bonus of 3.)

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *nothing , the air is dead, the party no longer working like the clockword, some at the gate, few wating, others not*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((she would have stopped, if FJQ did)) *is still*

Alex Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~watches the other group, Justin, Justine and Paul, waiting to see if they need help~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Pissed that the precision plan has a snag, but checks positions of the others through the cell phone readout and gets ready to resume*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific) - Justine O'Ryan†€rwn of Šhaws†: [you kow there is a chamber, directly udner the center, that's why no eletrictiy runs there.. if you dig, you will find a manhole]

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Lifts the goggles to her forehead in case of another flash*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -silently flips on everyone's currect life meter. Those subvocals at their necks have a dual purpose obvisouly-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: *stars ripping at the ground, with her hands, taking her sword, and digging, for help, and..really fast. (celerity)

Lockdown: ~SV~ I'll get my team to the center. Finn, you're up. Up and over, and when you get there, give cover for the ohters comming. One at a time is piece of cake versus 4 at a time.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *simon is standing in one spot, just listening*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *falls in with Lockdown as Finn gets ready to head off*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~SV~ yes Preceptor ~glances at Justine, why she would ruin and dishonor a blade like that, especially when she has a shovel~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Spader> ~SV~ On foot or are you throwing me in? Either is good.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ((sighs)) ~is susing her shovel..whatever.~

Lockdown: ~SV~ Finn, I'll lift you, and put you down there. No chance of hitting ground then. But not throw.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *the group moves efficenitly toward the center, were they were heading*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "7 minutes"

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -nods absently to simon, contines to scan-

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *moves to whereever FJQ does, or doesn't.*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Spader> Good to go. *Braces for travel, gun drawn still.*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *&Justine's digging reveals a manhole cover, nicely insulated*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~working like MAD...(let me know when I've gone far enough)

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *glaces down at the manhole, kneels a the edge* good work..

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *kicks the safety off* ((if berettas have one))

Lockdown: *tapping Finn on teh shoulder, he lifts her smoothly, and steady, he floats her across the expanse. Jon Rises into the air 8 feet so that he can see the target* ~SV~ Where should I put em down?

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~SV~ Get in here jon, stop wasting time.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~stopps digging, not knowing anything about electricity or if it can currently hurt her~ ~SV~ hole..can I take this thing off?

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *the _other_ team is clustered near the center, obviously touching the ground, near an open man hole. Simon can see it's a straight drop for about 15 ft, in a tube with metal ladders*

Alex Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~waits to be moved into position, lingering as far behind as possible to not impede the rest of the group~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Watching all around for any movement as she's sent in via TK*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *runs his hand along his blade, then place the bloody hand on the manhole* "Yes, you can lift it..

Lockdown: *quickly sends his team after, Dana, Alexander, then himself. Covering the 30 yards in just a few seconds each*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ "Stephen's Weapons: Safty's off.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~lifts off the cover, efortlessly~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *steps back so that Justine can lift the cover*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is now near the other, chucks in hand*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~9 minutes~

Lockdown: *As the cover is lifted, Jon steps forward to be the first down*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Ready with Mike and motion sensors.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Hits the location of the others and is ready*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Polietly,but firmly Shoves SPadar out of the way* Don't ever Cut infront Of Me Jon. *Deadly soft*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Simon, unsure if she should go in front of him, but not about to try it. she will wait until those of higher rank either go, or tell her to~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *nods to the rest of the group as she ends up there, "reaches" her mind down the tube* ((same scan 675))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Suggest using reapirators on standby, going underground. *Slips her in place*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~Checks the time, they've wasted enough.~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -respirators on-

Lockdown: Simon> Yes sir. *holds his hand out to clasp briefly*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *resp on standby*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *moves, too, with the others, getting under asap. respirator in place*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~goes down, without her respirator~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *nods to him, and clasp his hands over his chest and drops down the tube*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Simon~

Lockdown: *drawing up the emergency respirator, he stands ready*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~the entire tube Seems to explode in energy and light (not affect unless staring into it) Crackles of eneregy and power can actually be felt~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -backs away from the hole-

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: [[ ~kicks IE~ ]] ~fishes out the resperator and is the last one down the tube~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *hears the noise, looks away, worried to death for Everson*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Not sure if that was Simon going off or a trap*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "~SV~ Simon is In. Wards deacitvated, Minor injuires.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *follows Finn*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -nods, looks at his life bar- "..Ok.."

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~Well done. *Prepares to go in next*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~knows that for Simon, "minor" could be a bodycast, and prepares to move as well~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Jon,Justine Finn, Dana,Tyne , Alxander wiull not be last in,Paul will be ~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Drops down the hole, with a handhold on the top, then lets go*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: [below] Advances down the tube

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((oops, well, place in proper order then. ))

Lockdown: *Jon moves to drop down the hole, same as Simon, and uses ~PK~ to slow his descent at the bottom. he steps out from under the tube in guard position*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~moves in that sequence, looking around, with her more-than-eyes, immediatly~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *goes, after Finnuala, but before Alex and Paul, as indicated*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *below is a steel meshs area, clearly eletricity, now fried. Simon is encased in his patented "Dune " Armour. It opens out Quickly into a Large bastment, where it looks like peopole hurriedly left*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -guards-

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *scrambles down the ladder in a flash, 4 years of drama majoring in technical theatre will do that for you*

Lockdown: *the light from his goggles lightly illuminates a portion of the tunnel, as he continouosly scans*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ They might still be here, leaving in a hurry.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -is always amazed what a simple heart monitor and respirator measuring oxegyen can tell a talented individual.-

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~yeilds to Paul and lets him bring up the rear~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -is always amazed what a simple heart monitor and respirator measuring oxegyen can tell a talented individual.-

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~yeilds to Paul and lets him bring up the rear~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: [[measuring CO2 sorry.]]

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~heads down before paul, fire man egress~(12:56) "..30 second

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *lloksing, feelling out with mind/corr..looking for setience NOT in the group..*

Lockdown: *the swords/pistols follow his gaze, and he moves with silence ans stealth, sometimes up the side of a wall, and one across the ceiling briefly*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *feeling* ((life/corr/spirit))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *There is nothign there, obviously gone, ..but trhere are bugs*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is silent, praying*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *wants to be just like Spader*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~lands with a resounding ring that echos~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~is glad he has yet to draw his pistol~

Lockdown: ~SV~ I have a few hidden doors. Using laser sight to point them out. *his pistols's laser sights lance out to pinpoint them to everybody* Keep alert when passing. I'm gonna check em out.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "I'd say..they knew we were comming sir.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((*L*@Dana)) *Lets Faith again rise to the fullest while Tenaviel perches on a padded shoulder, listening as she has asked him to do.*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *re-flanks Finn*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Corridors do now where..

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: do=go.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~as she walks, her haze flickers to the doors, watching..ready to move with speed, if she must. Right behind Spader~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to paul~ egress.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: They definitely knew we were coming, but by no fault of anyone here.

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at Paul nodds her agreemtnt* but how?

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -starts to head up the ladder-

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~follows Paul up the ladder~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *feels safer underground..but the dark is getting to her. Pulls out the nightvision goggles*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Someone look up there before Paul gets there.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "WE forget, we are not the only one with supernatual abilites.. HIS gifts are held by others who do not use them correctly.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~refuses to put those blasted goggles back on~

Lockdown: *Jon moves to flank a door, then quickly looks through and back out*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *stands at the ready postion, looking like geometric glass. Only a single crack near the right shoulder*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Nods at Father Quinn* Exactly. And they're watching us now, I think.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[doors are closed, they look welded shut]

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~stopps Paul, and moves to acend..pertty sure she'd better be hit, than him~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -looks at Justine as if she's mad- Woman, Get out of the way!

Lockdown: ((Ok)) *Jon stands at a door, looking at it, his eyes going out of focus behind the goggles*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *looks up the tube* ((nightvision, plus corr/life scan))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Someone use your other sight to look up there damn it!

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~14:30~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *laughs silently at Paul's words*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~moves, sighs, looks at Paul..then notices..the doors are welded shut. looks at Spader~ Jon?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Realizes they left no one up there for security and grinds her teeth at her stupidity*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *snickers at Paul. *

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [isn't going to guess anyone's power or skills tonight ladies and gentlement (pm comming dana)

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -grumbles and starts to climb-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~does place a hand on Paul~ wait. please. ~looks at Tyne~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~points at the first tube~ Dana, watch ~points at the second ~Finnuala ~ and walks to the thrid himself~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~waits for everyone to sort it out and waits to follow Paul and egress as ordered and planed~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Steps over to the second tube and waits to the side of it a little*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~15 59~ "..taking too long..

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at the tube..and does a corr/forces/life/mind scan..loking for people, and failing that..more jolts to come*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *keeps all senses, physical and magickal, on the tube pointed out to her*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -paul climbs tothe surface and checks it-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Watches the tube, but also the other areas with quick glances through the goggles*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *waits, seems to be concentrating*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~thinks its about time and follows Paul back to the serface~

Lockdown: ~SV~ I have water on the otehr side of this door, I think it may be flooding. I recommend evac now.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -SV~ all clear.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..I suggest that a while ago."

Lockdown: ~SV~ sorry sir, couldn't hear while I was over there.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Waits for others to go, expecting her order to go will be last or near to last*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *starts to laugh , and points at the doors* "..Sodium.., Water and Oil..and Gas.. Inventive bunch.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~stands clear of the tube mouth and watches the area for movement~ [[ per 3 inv 3 alt 2 ]]

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~nodds~ I thrid..let's move..I recall a scene in a movie once, where they opened the floodgates, and washed people all round.

Lockdown: *Jon moves to the base of the tube, and stands guard for the others to leave first*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *sticks with Finn, eyes on her tube and all that*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Simon, with not but fear~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Simon, they're too much like us in some aspects, which makes me worry even more. They're good at this.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): -paul and alexander get's the living shift Fried out of them*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at the doors, begins to move..making sure the more fragile mebers go first*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *doesn't want to know what those chemicals combined do*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -uses a will not to scream, falling on his hand and kees under the eletricity-

Lockdown: *looks to Simon* Oh great. Where is that?

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~colapses in a semi seizure as the electricity coarses through his body~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks up and grumbles* fuckers..It's an a Random Timer.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: [yes, i'm blue.]

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Through clenched teeth* Crap. *Looks up toward the opening, but then back at her post until ordered otherwise*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~Does his own mental check~ "..Finnuala, Dana Go up now..

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~moves, gets Paul out of the way..wincing if she herself gets shocked~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -breathing hard, wonders how the hell he survied that, isn't really moving thou-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Gestures for Dana to go up, then will follow her*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~lays still trying to regain a steady breathing pattern~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~18:47~ "..I said , Egress.. now!

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *goes up*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *leaps up and out the Laddet rto the surface during the infinate-and small pause of Dana and Finnuala*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~lifts Tarquaine, carefully, so that he can try to catch his breath..but suspects that he'll have worse problems soon if she doesn't move him~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -grunts at he's dragged on the ground-

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *[surface] *glances about*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *the surface is just as Quiet and deadly silent as it always was*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~winces as he's lifted, being in bad shape from the bullet wound already~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~climbes up last~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *actually, with with effort, scoops Paul up*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Once to the top, she stands on the opened lid of the manhole cover as it was insulated, and watches over the rest, gun to the ready*

Lockdown: *reacting to orders, Jonathon vaults up the ladder, climbing without using his hands for the most part.*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *manages to get Paul up..how? but ddoes it*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~holds Alex with one arm, climbs with the other..~

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -is smelling like burnt human-

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [once again, paul and alexader were un the surface when they got shocked..]

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~the moment he's up, he points to the nearest exit~ out!

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~is fighting to stay conscience~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *is DAMN glad she's wearing the boots Ontairo Hydro gave her last summer, the ones that don't conduct electricity

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *makes it so that their shoes don't conduct eletricity as they walk, one at a time*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ((*L* sorry, then..they are carrying them away, if they cannot move))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Jumps off the manhole cover and hits the ground running, keeping low*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *flanks Finn, mimicking actions*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): *E$veryone will exits without further incident*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~with no further ado..moves, right to the exit FJQ indicated, eyes ears, nose..still alert for traps~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~after he stealth's out, will walk over to Alexander and Paul, checking who is worse. ~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *blips it*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~SV~ Jonathon, check the vehicle for tampering, will you?

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -groans mostly in pain-

Lockdown: *Jon moves in overwatch, from the top of one object to the next, light as a bird perching*

Lockdown: *getting to the car, Jon runs over it with a small extendablemirror, not touching the car it self*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): May Christ support us all the day long, till the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over and our work is done. Then in his mercy may he give us a safe lodging, and holy rest and peace at the last

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~still holding Alkexandfer..knowing he likely cannot walks, and will indicare when he can~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~drifts in and out~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~Touches alexander's forhead and prays softly~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~then touches Pauls' forhead and prays softly~

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *helps Paul to stand, if her can..if not..supports him..she can't keep carrying him*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Looks over Alexander* O Lord our God, Who by a word alone did heal all diseases, Who did cure the kinswoman of Peter, You Who chastise with pity and heal according to Your goodness; Who are able to put aside every sickness and infirmity, do You Yourself, the same Lord, grant aid to Your servant and cure him of every sickness of which he is grieved; and send down upon him Your great mercy, and if it be Your will, give to him health and a complete recovery; for You are the Physician of our souls and bodies, and to You do we send up Glory: to the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Both now and forever, and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((DLP Quinn got him))

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *moves to help Tyne with Paul, although she isn't very strong herself*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~twitches slightly and stands under his own power~

Lockdown: *looks over the wheel well closely, pulling a compact electronics kit, and takes a moment to gogitate*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[bah.. i dislike DLP, that ware not incorrect..peopel do stuff at the same time all the time.. that's how they end up both bowing, end up both reaching for the same book..etc]

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ~places Alexander down, and waits..~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Jon!. WE don't have time.

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -stands shakey, but clearly still hurt somewhat-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~places Alexander down, and waits..~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((DLP that DLP then. Alexander is one well-healed S.O.B. *L*))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> I asked him to do it in case our hosts bombed the vehicle.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [everyone pick a number between 1-9 now please.]

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ((7))

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~he's still a little uncoordinated from the emense shock but his body seems okay~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: [[ 3 ]]

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((4))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "..I know finnuala.. but we are approaching 25 minutes, this mission is way over blown at this point. One solid, absolutely failure.

Lockdown: *Jon reaches intpo tehe wheel well, and pulls out a small electronic device* You go ahead, I'll get rid of some trash.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ((4))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((6))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~nods to Jon, sildes the door open and motion everyone in~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *runs his hands over the van walking around, then get's in*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -staggers in-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~moves as Justin indicates. feels badly about the failure..but they did thier best.~

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~follows FJQ's instruction and enters the van~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *gets in after Finn*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *moves to get in, as well..after most everyone else*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Takes a hard look inside with Faith at the full for lurkers, and gets in if all is well*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~when everyone is in, he will drive a path to the chapel.~

Lockdown: *Jon tkaes off down the road, heading away from the home destination, he moves with extra speed, but staying on the road. Jon will head into the city, deeper and and into the urban jungle*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [means he wait for spadar]

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [see's spadar want's to drive and get's in the back then]

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Silent, almost smiling, eye twinkling* "..Their good.. as Good as us.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((*L* Spader the control man))

Lockdown: ((No, Spader was going to take the tracker and leave, letting the others go back to home))

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~Smiles at Everson~ nothing like a challenge, then?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Simon> I noticed too. The gauntlet's thrwn good and hard now.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: Do we know who "they" are?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((thrown, that is))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *silently meditating on this..*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~checks his gear to make sure nothing was damaged when he collapsed~

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is tired so give shis report* The Eletrictiy was o 2 generatoirs, each with a variable timer, each times set off both capacitors, How ever each capicator had a differnt recharge rate. Second..Filiment wire under the ground, made the ground a death trap, the safeest place was somewhere no one would chose in their right mind, a methal manhole cover. There wer eletronice and magical Tripwires in the tube, but mostly mechanical

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Mentally ticks off one more night wasted while Sabrina slides toward dead or worse.*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -guess we're walking-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: It's like they're us, only on the opposite side.

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "for the curios, the exits door were welded shut, each, harmless,but together a explosivve forces that would cave in the junk yard above. *wants to laugh*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: Finn> There's a ~lot~ of opposite side out there.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~leans back~ worse..We taught them

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at Finnuala, as if picking up the general direcetion of her thoughts*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -groans- something missing..

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *her head looks slowly to Quinn*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: QUINN> Care to elaborate on that? // Dana> No shit.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Father Quinn, quizzicly~ "WE" tuaght them? Are they like the evil Crowns rejects, or somesuch?

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "The secreat behind the crown of shadows is no secreat. Look at this van, in it we have the mundane to the mystical talent.. What would happen, if this team went renegade?

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~relaxes slightly, he didn't have to use the gun and everyone is safe~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *wants to laugh at Justine's comment..but finds she just can't. The idea is too frightening*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -winces and leans aginst dana, or tyne, or alex of anyone close-

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ((she wasn't making a joke, Dana.))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Hears Justine and ponders a group of evil rejects like the fool who shot at her in the bar, and the one who tried to kill Liz, and the *snort* Reitake "ally" hopefuls, and decides none of them were this intelligent*

Lockdown: *Jon will come back to the truck, and get in. He'll drive if it's open*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> Wonderful. So we'll have to think differently than they do.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ((Justine> That's why it's scary *S*))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at the Jus..sometimes she does think..wow..and then, back at the FJQ* is this so.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [[how long was he gone, justin is one to drive on trusting jon to make his way bacl]]

Lockdown: ((Works over, I'll be back on in half an hour or so))

Lockdown: ((Ok, Jon will be back to the cathedral when I get back on. *S* Good plan in my head. *EG*))

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "..That would explian the break in at The bishops -long time again in memory- And why they know a few things..

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ((adios jon))

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Simon ..will sleep in contented slumber* We are however, not fighting our selves. *as he rest*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Does anyone suppose Matthew Koch knows this other group too? *Glances at Tyne, recalling the exquieitely unpleasant things they've experienced with that bastard, who is good and gone at last*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *she looks around. If the Crowns went renegade? That idea is frighteningly powerful.*

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *shudders at Mr.Wonderful's name*

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks back at Finnuala, but says nothing..she has no clue..*

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: "no, much worse, those without morals."

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Simon, says softly~ yes..because we are the good guys.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~can't help but cring at the name, he closes his eyes during the ride~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((Yes, but Finnuala can at least SAY the name now))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~thinks about his fight, the trap and remarks silently~ "..No justine, other good guys. ~looks at all of them~ "..Good, and Evil, depends on who wields the sword.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *lays a hand on Finn's arm, proud of her*

Simon Everson †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *poofda*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> It sounds like you know specifics. Care to spill it Justin? *No malice, in fact, rather light tone.*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Justin, getting..an idea, and groaning softly~ like those guys..who blow up airlines, saying it's for God? ~holds her head~ that makes it..harder.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~mentaly chuckles sarcasticly having said FJQ's words several times in the last few days~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he does miss finnuala saying the name, later, he may recal it, but he does miss a lot too~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Nods to Dana* Well done. You show more than just potential.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *nods in thanks to Finnuala..and just hopes it starts to consider making up for what she's done so far* ((fanatical guilt Crown))

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *is just very very silent, except to say to the Jus* All asses, get kicked the same. *then is quiet*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "It has just occured to me.. how many of our brothers and sisters have touched that evil talismans, and at it's power.. think about what it's done to Sabrina.. what of others.. now working together.?

Paul Stephen †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: -falls out finnally, tired-

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> If others broke in and stole something that can affect them, especially as a group, but they retain free will...then we have a bit of a situation on our hands. I wonder how many of them are 'more than Crowns'.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~is very very wuiet..with that frightening possiblility~

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): -[drive up to chapel] I'll take simon and Paul home. I have phone calls to make.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: Like who? Who is still alive that is not with us today?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> I'll see you later I hope. Or would you like additional escort? I can follow in the Jeep.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~he's hand clench, it happens suddenly and he knows~ "..louis.."

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *looks at FJQ, uncomprehending*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~remembers Louis, forgot to ask how he was, should do that. Eyes still closed~

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Justin..with silent horror, and disapointment~ no..not possible.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *softly* What?

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Not a chance. Not intentionally anyway. Louis is soled good guy.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~puts his head in his hand, doesn't move ~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: (soled=solid)

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): In Nomine Domine Dues Adiuva me, Adiuva me, uti vestra animositas, vestra ira Aboleo... [In the name of God, Help me Help me use your spirit, your wrath. To destroy....]

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *mutters* The lady...who wanted to know his name...

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~says it softly~..A sword is as evil as it's master..

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> Explain about the sword. I didn;t know this before.

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Dana, questioningly~ share?

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~leans against the van, listening~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Yes, Dana?

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~repeats it so that finnuala's get's it.. repeates it at least 3 or four times~ Thy Honor Pales in considerion to HIS divine Grace. Thou are but HIS SWORD in HIS Arm. SWORDS Do not Move by themselves, They are Guided to a Worthy Foe and When the Foe is Vanquished they are then Returned to Rest. SWORD of His hand, remember Tha. HIS service is all that Matters.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Gives Alexander an encouraging look, seeing him standing and not half dead* You did great too, as per usual, Alexander.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: When he was brought back, I spoke to him. He talked about a woman with a wand who wanted to know his real name..and he spoke about the beaty of pain and how i should cherish it and learn from it.

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *just waits..sure that some divine hand will revall all to her.*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~just doesn't look so good~

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *sees what makes Quinn fallible..and isn't sure she likes it*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Dana, then Justin..then her eyes meet Tyne's for a breif second~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Just loves it when Justin does that, no, really. Expected something more direct, more specific, but always enjoys being reminded that he often means something general, or in relation to a lore rather than a single item, a single point.* Thank you.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~opens his eyes a little~ good for a battery maybe

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ooc:runs from the biting scarcasm

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((*LOL* It was all IC, sweet thang))

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): OOC: *L* wonders about the others,...

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): [poeople that is..]]

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ooc:ahh yes, but figuring out your own puzzels is boring

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> *Spockish eyebrow* Are you all right? It was only yesterday you left most of your blood and parts of your insides in my car.

Justyne Donnelly†Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: ((*L* neither of mine have any clue, and if they get one, it'll be when I've had like time to thing about it..it'll come to me, when I can least do something about it))

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *couldn't be Louis...she's not ~that~ bad a judge of character...*

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "I wilt be fine Finnuala, when i reconcile that my dearest friend and school Buddy hath been turned against me.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *...is she?*

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~waits patiently, slightly pissed at himself~

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> There's a reason. And we need to find it. I may not know him as well as you do, but he doesn't seem to have true evil in any part of him, so whatever this is all about, it may be dealt with.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: I think someone..like, fucked with his brain, ya know?

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ((God, Dana, you're so articulate *thwaps self*))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Alexander> Aren't you cold standing there like that?

Jonathon Spader: *Jon steps quietly out of the shadows. a subdued but triumphant smile on his face*

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~looks at Finnuala..recalls..what she saw Jason do to a BSD~ no..Swan. I'd go for you, or Tyne. Auggy, is out of my limit.

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~shakes his head slightly~ I'm fine, thanks

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Justine> But what if Jason were keeping you from something you wanted,..or better yet, really needed? No, never mind. You think much more straight and nicely than I do.

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): ~scoffs~ i never said he was evil, he just is no longer working for the side of Light!

Father Justin Quinn (Beatific): "Out..everyone into the chapel.." I have a few calls to make.

Dana Mackintosh †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: *thank you Justin, for making that distinction* ((sincere))

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: Quinn> That was my point. Now, what will people do when they're desperate? These guys are like us. They don't do things frivolously. What do they want or even better, need?

Justine O'Ryan†€røwn of Šhaðøws†: ~nodds~ I understand what you mean, Finnuala.

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: *Nods and goes into the Chapel*

Finnuala Rosher †Çrøwñ oƒ Šhaðøws†: (Gone Chapel)

Alexander Tarquine †Çrøwñ Knight-Aspirant†: ~leans off the van and follows the group into the chapel~

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