Demimonde Logs Cont - Dec 22/16

(Dec 22) 15:21:00 [Edmond] The night was wearing on, once more, and Edmond was starting to feel the strain of staying up late for many nights in the past week. It had been three days since he had encountered the other hunting group in Whitechapel and his various injuries and bruises had yet to heal, though he was well on his way to full recovery. He might actually make it if he would ever stop pushing himself so hard, working such crazed hours both in the day and long into the night. He had been burning the metaphorical candle at both ends for quite some time now, but, with recent events, he may have broken said candle in half and lit it in the middle. He was dressed and equipped typically this night, black trench coat over a comfortable suit that was suited more for athletics than the typical clothing of the day, but it was still appropriate enough that he could enter any establishment without drawing too much attention. His weaponry was beneath his coat, for the most part, with the exception of the shillelagh he carried in his right hand. It was, ostensably, an eccentric walking stick, not so much the devastating weapon that it had every potential to be. He had found a card in his pocket after the conflict, on it an address and a W. This meant almost nothing to him, though he had been standing in the shadows of a two story brick house adjasent on the street to the other, watching the entrance and exit. Strangely, he had seen lights within, but he had yet to see someone enter or exit by the front or the back door. A heavy sigh was finally emitted from the young man's lungs and he decided that, at this point, the only option was a head on approach. He slipped his 8 shot revolver from its holster and held it low at his left side and strode confidently up to the front door of the mystery building. Steeling himself, Edmond reached out with the shillelagh and rapped soundly upon the door three times with the iron and silver shod end. At the same time, he stepped back slightly and to the left that any projectiles coming through the door -c-
(Dec 22) 15:21:24 [Edmond] very low likelihood of hitting him, or, at least, hitting anything vital. If the door were opened, he would flick the card out so that it landed on the mat, partially distraction, partially introduction, but would make no further moves either threatening or defensive.
(Dec 22) 15:22:56 Edmond absolutely failed to mention that it was 3 days he had been watching the place, but whatever. Lol.
(Dec 22) 15:31:58 Elsie is back!
(Dec 22) 15:31:58 [Elsie] After discovering the truth about Emond, Elsie had placed into his pocket the card of the Walpurgis just after the vampire attack. It was her hope that he’d come pay a visit, if not for anything else but curiosity sake. Though, the discovery also was two fold in that now she knew who the vigilante was, they - the Society could have him followed and in need be, assistant him should situations reach a more dangerous level for the man. Ultimately her goal - well rather the goal of those Upstairs was to bring him into the fold. Better a team player than a unknown. It was then that Elsie was more than prepared for his visit, word having come to her that he stood beyond the Primrose Garden, watching for some time. Ultimately it was his choice as to what he did and she was rather intrigued to see if he’d actually come to the door. The large parlor that was typically set for greeting new comers who were unaware of the Society gave every credence that this was perhaps a residence of a sort. To the discerning eye, it would appear very much so. It was only when one knew the full secrets of the Society that small things became noticeable. A fire roared in the large hearth casting a soft orange glow through the room, along with the electrical lights that flickered on occasion being a recently new addition to the Mansion. The room was set up in a comfortable manner with elegant décor, wooden trim and Victorian grace. A settee and chairs were displayed for conversation as -
(Dec 22) 15:32:06 [Elsie] well as small tables perfect for trays of china - for tea, cakes, and small sandwiches. As it was Edmond would be greeted by large, domineering elder male who had the habit of looking down his nose to most. The Butler - well earned his position within the household, being that he wasn’t just one to answer doors but also officially stood as a bouncer of a sorts should anything unruly happen. “Good Evening, Sir.” He spoke with a thick British accent that was rather pompous but befitting of his role. “I believe you’re expected, Mr. Dagenhard. Please follow me into the Parlor.” With an effort, the older male moved to take Edmond’s hat and coat and any other items that may be taken in hand to relieve the Hunter of additional burden. “I will Inform My Lady E, that you have arrived.” Should Emond follow - he’d be shown to the empty parlor where refreshments awaited.
(Dec 22) 15:44:49 Edmond stood for a full minute outside the door, eyeing the butler, assessing the threat. He still held his gun unholstered in his hand, the hammer pulled back and armed, ready to send a .45 caliber round into the man's face should he prove any sort of threat. Likewise, his shillelagh was still in his bandaged right hand, the broken fingers still paining him though the heavy weapon did not need a high degree of accuracy to be absolutely devastating. He held it choked up halfway on the haft, his pale eyes boring into those of the man inviting him in, assessing every facial tic, every movement, every glance. FInally, Edmond lowerd the hammer on the gun, making a pointed show of moving his coat aside and shoving the weapon back into its holster, but he made no move at all to remove his coat or his fedora, instead following the Butler toward the interior of the house. He had yet to say a word, preferring to learn by observing, his jaw clinched and his spine tingling with each step. He felt like many eyes were upon him, that his back was exposed, and he knew that he was walking into an ambush. That's why, in addition to his regular weaponry, Edmond also carried strapped to his right hip a quick-strike cannister bomb that would destroy anything in a large room, including himself, unfortunately. It was an insurance, of sorts, as was it one hell of a gamble. Walking through the finery didn't set Edmond at ease and, when he had entered the designated meeting chamber, Edmond immediately made to put his back to the nearest wall, bending his knees so that his head was far below what anyone would expect it to be, and his body tensed. They had known his fucking name... and they were expecting him. This was suicidal.
(Dec 22) 15:47:06 Elsie is marked away.
(Dec 22) 15:54:02 Reymund is back!
(Dec 22) 15:54:02 [Reymund] Heeeeey... I'm off in a half hour, will either of you lovelies wanna RP thereabouts?
(Dec 22) 15:55:31 Elsie is back!
(Dec 22) 15:55:31 [Elsie] It was to be expected that Emond was on the edge, unsure and certainly questioning just where he was and more importantly who had expected him. Though in hindsight he might recall that his life had been saved by a young lad that night - therefore it might be true that they were all on the same side when it came down to details. Regardless, Elsie was informed the male was situated in the palor and was in a state of anxiousness as well as high alert. She was not one to dally with others, or play games. But she would not be greeting the male immediately. Instead one of the Male members, a Lieutenant would be meet with the man first and foremost. Thus a tall, slim yet broad shouldered male entered into the parlour followed by a young maid servant - one that may seem vaguely familiar to Edmond if he’d ever seen Elsie with her maid, Lucy. The tall man, with gruff mustache that curled around his lip appraised Edmond with a quick look. “Mr. Dagenhard, l realize this may be a strange situation for you but I assure you we mean you no harm. “ He stepped further, extending a hand toward Edmond for way of greeting. A soldier’s bearing could readily be seen by his movement. “I am Lieutenant Roberts, former Calvary of the Indian Army. I’ve no doubt you have questions and I’ll be glad to answer all of them if you’d be so kind to sit.” He paused a moment and looked to Lucy. “That will be all Lucy. Please let Lady E know that I’m at present with Mr. Dagenhard.” Lucy bobbed her head and turned to leave. Attention back on Edmond, hand still extended. “Welcome to the Society of the Walpurgis.”
(Dec 22) 15:55:58 [Elsie] Might be at the time! )
(Dec 22) 15:56:03 [Elsie] also HELLO
(Dec 22) 15:56:42 [Reymund] Squee! Y'all at Rose Garden?
(Dec 22) 15:57:47 [Edmond] Im only here for an hour.
(Dec 22) 15:57:48 [Elsie] Yes :)
(Dec 22) 15:59:01 Reymund deflates. Crum. "Well hopefully I'll get to play with someone tonight!"
(Dec 22) 15:59:32 [Edmond] Tomorrow I'm around. Probably saturday and sunday too.
(Dec 22) 16:06:37 Edmond didn't move from his spot, nor did he make any effort to take the man's hand. He remained as he was, half-supported by the wall, his back to no one, and his eyes staring straight ahead but there was a furtive sense about him that may hint that he was looking as much through his peripheral vision as he was focusing straight ahead. "I've heard the name," was all Edmond said, though he made no effort to clarify as to whether he was speaking of the Lt himself, or the Walpurgis. A grim smile played itself over Edmond's features as he rolled his right hand around and gripped the quick-strike bomb, extending it outward. "So, I don't like being at a disadvantage. I can make it through the door before this thing goes boom. Can you? You have until I get sick of what you say to explain why I am here. I don't like surprises and I don't like secrets." It was grim. It was simple. It was to the point. The ragged edge of exhaustion showed in his grey-blue eyes as Edmond stared ahead, as did they show the generous bags beneath of both bruising and slackened skin from exhaustion. He was pale and ragged and, without a doubt, he was ready to act rashly.
(Dec 22) 16:12:48 Elsie is marked away.
(Dec 22) 16:13:15 Elsie is back!
(Dec 22) 16:13:15 [Elsie] The Lieutenant had been expecting some retort - angry or at least belligerent repertoire from Edmond. The man was far less trusting that he’d actually hoped but in truth Emond couldn’t be certain just WHERE he’d gotten the card from or if it had come from the Lad that night three days back. The former Solider now Higher Upper of the Society was a calm man however and had endured much through the Wars in Africa and then later stationed in India. It had tempered him, leaving him somewhat bemused at the situation on the whole. Though first impressions were necessary and rather than have Edmond take his anger or at least a possible negative reaction upon the Lady E, it was conducive to the Lieutenant that he take the brunt of what was to come before Elsie would approach. Not that the woman needed a savoir, but most members of the Society owed much to Elsie, and her bloodline. After all she was a direct descendant and exceedingly powerful - which was most certainly useful in this war. “I can assure you there is no need for such force, Mr. Dagenhard. You are here out of curiosity. We are here to extend a hand of friendship and possible partnership to your extra-curricular activities. We’re well aware of what it is you do. Do you recall the young lad several nights ago who aided you with your situation?.?” The male asked, eyes gentle though sharp. The man was prepared for anything. “He is the one who invited you by dropping the card into your pocket..” As a sign of surrender and showing no harm would befoul Edmond he raised both his arms, hands up in the air. “So please, let us talk plainly but not with violence. Surely you see enough of that on a daily basis to bring it here. This is a safe place. Far safer than you know.” He offered to Emond with a complacent tone. “We share common interests..” He finalized, hoping to at least get the man to take leave of the bomb and settle into a more comfortable stance. As much as Edmond could.
(Dec 22) 16:25:32 Edmond neither relaxed his stance or his posture, though a bit of the hardness did leave his eyes. "Time's almost up and this is starting to become tedious," Edmond said, shaking his head once in negative. He didn't say a word, nor was he interested in speaking. It was obvious to Edmond that these people knew more about him than he knew about them. THey knew his name, for one. They knew that he would come by the way he was expected. There wasn't a chance in hell the young man was going to give up the only advantage he had. With an idle hand, he stroked the metal clasp on the quick strike fuse on the bomb. If pulled, it would create a spark upon the powder-coated fuze of the device, which would, in turn, burn down into the cannister. If Edmond was right, it would give about 4 seconds from strike to explosion. He was no expert bomb-maker, though, so he may have miscalculated. In which case, it was likely that he would die as well. That was fine. Death was better than being a slave. "I do not like secrecy. I do not like strangers. Secretive strangers are a threat and, as you well know or you would not be inviting me directly, I do not take kindly to threats upon me or my chosen avocation," the crisp, educated tones came in response. He might look as if he was walking the ragged edge of disaster, but his words bespoke calm and control with careful acknowledgement of the circumstances. He was simply taking no chances.
(Dec 22) 16:25:54 [Edmond] Fucking contradicting myself
(Dec 22) 16:26:10 [Edmond] "he didnt say a word" followed by a speech. Very smart, AJ, very fucking smart.
(Dec 22) 16:28:15 Elsie is marked away.
(Dec 22) 16:40:39 Elsie is back!
(Dec 22) 16:40:39 [Elsie] The good Lieutenant had certainly given no threats toward Edmond, though he could see the man was beyond rational thought, it would seem at the current moment in time. He was about to speak when the soft scent of jasmine wafted into the room, light footsteps announced the arrival of another though the Solider blocked the view of the double doors due to his position. It was seconds later when a distinctive feminine voice sung with a melody of it’s own - charm and appeal and ultimately familiar to Edmond. “I can assure you, Mr. Dagenhard we are not all strangers.” With that Elsie appeared from behind Roberts, who in turn stepped aside and offered a half bow. “My Lady. Perhaps it is not wise for you to be here at this moment.” He offered to Elsie with a clenched jaw, knowing of the bomb and how close to the edge Edmond was. “You should allow me to deal with this situation.” --- He continued though Elise raised a hand, palm up toward the male before retorting. “I believe you’ve handled this situation on the as best you could. Allow me, if you will. I am familiar with Mr. Dagenhard and I feel that given our acquaintance it may make him more at ease.” Jade hues fixed on Edmond as she spoke. Rogers bowed, clipping his heels together. “Then if you’ll both excuse me.” A gruff voice offered the words before he turned a left. Elsie in the meantime motioned toward Edmond with the grace only a woman could behold. “Please, Mr. Dagenhard. I can answer all your questions, but truly, there is no need for such antics. You’ve shown me your work, would you please allow me to tell you about mine?” And she smiled.
(Dec 22) 16:47:26 [Edmond] A distinct note of surprise invaded Edmond's face as he stared ahead, his face screwing up for a moment as he tried to connect the dots. It was as if someone had given him three different jigsaw puzzles, the pieces jumbled together and confused. Just for good measure, they had thrown in a random set of pieces that had no correlation to the three complete puzzles, nor any correlation to each other, but were just there to confuse the larger picture. A slow, deep breath between clinched teeth was followed by a slow, self deprecating smile. "Good evening, Lady Buchanan," he said, not the slightest hint of sarcasm in his tone. He still held the object within his hand, though he knew in his heart that he would not actually blow the place up in the face of the Lady's arrival. No, that would not be happening. He nodded and waved his hand as if to say continue, his eyes never leaving the back of the retreating man, nor leaving the exit through which he had departed. This was all becoming more and more convuluted and, frankly, Edmond didn't have the patience for much more. Certainly not tonight.
(Dec 22) 16:48:15 Reymund is home!
(Dec 22) 16:48:37 [Edmond] Cool, you can replace me as a partner with the Lady B. =P
(Dec 22) 16:48:49 [Edmond] Depending on how quickly she posts, i have time for one more, likely my exit.
(Dec 22) 16:55:40 Elsie is marked away.
(Dec 22) 16:56:11 Elsie is back!
(Dec 22) 16:56:11 [Elsie] Noticing the difference in the male Elsie inwardly felt a sense of relief. She didn’t believe he would have bombed the building but then again, a loose canon wasn’t to be taken lightly in any situation. Her hand moved toward a vacant chair as an offer to sit. Though society commanded that if a lady sat, so too should the male, she didn’t expect him to follow such measures. “I realize this may all come of a shock to you. But I can assure you that I to was surprise to learn of your activities. It was my intent to introduce you to what it is we do, the Society that is in a rather more pleasant situation but given the circumstances this will have to do.” She smiled again, keeping that calm presence that she often held. There’d be no connecting her to the lad, not by way of looking to her. Her voice, tone and overall demeanor was far different from the young teen who’d helped Edmond that night. “As it is, I’d like to take the time to discuss with you what the Walpurgis are. But you must understand this is under the strictest of confidence. What I’m about to tell you is not to be told to anyone else. It not only puts my life at risk but so many others who are both the upper crust of London Society and also those far below in the lower class. Here you see, there is no difference of Class, per se. We all work with the same goal in mind and that goal is keeping a rather large secret, secret“. She paused a moment to give him time. “I’m speaking of the Demimonde, Mr. Dagenhard. A world that exists beyond what we see. You are aware of it - you hunt beasts, creatures of such a world. I am aware of it as it’s been passed down through my ancestors, generations of which this Society was built upon. We help keep innocents safe and the World, over all in balance. This is why it’s very crucial that was is discussed here today goes no further than these walls. Can I trust you, Mr. Dagenhard?” She asked curiously but not with looking directly at the male. “If you need take some time to think things over before -
(Dec 22) 16:56:34 [Elsie] before we have this discussion, I certainly will understand. Just know that your talents and skills are valuable. To us. To the World. “
(Dec 22) 17:07:16 Edmond 's eyes hardened at the mention of beasts, and hardened even more as the Lady spoke of 'trust' and the 'protection of innocents'. He shook his head and gave a rueful laugh, his eyes sparking with a dark, angry humor. "Innocents? I have yet to meet one of those," he said, bitterness in his tone. "I have to say, you are doing an amazing job, protecting people that is," he continued, irony lacing each word with an icy tinge of darkness. "I have no interest in learning about your society. If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours," the young man's voice hadn't risen, but there was a certain growl and righteous rage in his tone. "I can tell what YOU find important, Lady Buchanan." Edmond gestured around at the finery, the old-world power and riches that could all be sold for weaponry and manpower to destroy the scourge that lay heavy over London and, as far as Edmond knew, the entire world. How could she profess desire to work, as Edmond himself did, when hiding among such oppulant pleasures? He shook his head and, with a quick snap of his fingers, sent the bomb rolling toward the Lady Buchanan's feet. That moment of distraction was all he needed as he turned and rushed out the door, his gun in his hand, leveling and shooting at any who chose to stand in his way. There were no middle grounds. There was no grey in this world. There were the evil predators, and there were those who destroyed them. If the 'bomb' was examined, it would be found to be an empty shell with a fuse connected for show. He had not lit that, but nor would it have done anything besides scorch the floor. A bluff? Perhaps. If anyone stood in his way through the door, though, they would find a .45 caliber bullet lodged in their body to state the ruthlessness in his claim: stay out of his way and he would ignore them. He had a better measure of the underworld now. The Vampires had enemies. Enemies who were bluster and finery, but enemies all the same. They would keep the beasts-c-
(Dec 22) 17:07:35 [Edmond] distracted that Edmond might shoot them from behind, rip their heads from their shoulders, and put them in a mouldering grave of flame and decay. If he had to burn down the City of London in the process, so be it.

Dec 22) 17:16:20 [Elsie] Considering Emond had been a guest, there would be no need to stop him from leaving. After all, Elsie had given him the opportunity to take his exit as it was. Regardless, they’d still keep an eye on him. Had the man taken the time to listen, she would have explained it all to him. The work they do. The money - THEIR own money being used to fund a society that saved the lives of others on a daily basis far more than one man could do. Other monsters that were out there beyond just the Vampires. The way they had been doing since the 1600’s. Had he taken the chance to hear her he’d have discovered she was the one that had helped him that very night in the tunnel, and was far from the society butterfly most knew her for. Instead he’d left in a rage and the conversation in turn had been for naught. Regardless, she felt defeated. Having hoped to have the chance to speak, it had instead turned into some rampage on Edmond’s part. She understood his loss. Which brought about feelings of guilt. Sitting in her winged chair, the fire continued to glow and resonate in the now empty room. The silence near deafening as she reached for her cup of tea and took a sip.
(Dec 22) 17:28:33 [Reymund] It wasn't often that Reymund found reason to visit Rose Garden. The skinny young man was trotting down the large spiral staircase with a fat manila envelope under his arm, and stopped in his tracks halfway to the first landing when a very heavily armed, very angry man burst from the salon and bulled his way out the door, knocking a page and a housemaid down in the process. Rey paused and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, one pale eyebrow raised curiously behind his glasses. Who in the world...? The door slammed shut behind the stranger with a slam that seemed to perfectly punctuate the man's hasty retreat. The scientist took the last few steps two at a time and made a beeline for the salon himself. He knocked once on the door before slowly opening it up a crack. “Erm, Madame Buchanan? Quite all right?”

(Dec 22) 17:33:51 [Elsie] For a moment Elsie was lost in thought. Edmond, she believed might eventually come around though given the state of his rage she’d been unprepared for his response. It wasn’t often she gauged some one incorrectly but in this case she’d been rather lead by emotions and not common sense. Any man losing his fiance was likely to be very angry and given that the chances were, based on his extra activities he believed it to be a Vampire that had done the job, it wasn’t surprising he’d reacted as he had. Regardless, it left Elsie in thought until there was a wrap at the door and a familiar face peered into the Palor. Eyes alighted the Doctor with a look of surprise and then a smile etched upon her features. She’d yet to see Reymond since her return from the Continent. Tea cup raised in hand she invited him with a notion to the empty chair across from her. “Fine fine. It will all be fine. Come sit. Have some tea. “ She took a sip before lowering the cup atop the tray. “You must tell me how you’ve been! I’ve been so busy since my return, it would be nice to have a nice chat with someone far more friendly than my recent visitor.” She offered with a smile.
(Dec 22) 17:49:14 Reymund pushed the door open just wide enough to slip inside. He listened for the latch to click before turning back to Madame Buchanan with a polite nod and bow. “I beg your pardon my Lady, but it certainly didn't look or sound fine. May I ask who that was?” Perhaps he was pushing his luck, asking questions so boldly (and so quickly!) but damn his burning curiosity. It was clear that something had gone a bit pear-shaped, to say the least. He sat when she invited him in, offering Madame Buchanan a slight smile. Tea was offered, and he took it without complaint despite his great dislike for the stuff... ah, the English and their traditions. As much as the Lieutenant had tried to beat it into him, Reymund would always prefer coffee, and the stronger the better. “I've been well,” he replied, only lying a little bit. It had been over a year since the last time he had gotten a chance to speak with Madame Buchanan. A terrifying thought interrupted his attempt at niceties, however... She doesn't know. Reymund swallowed his worry and soldiered on with nary a twitch. “And yourself, Madame?” he asked, stirring honey into his tea cup. “I'm sure your adventures on the continent are classified, and with good reason... but I believe a speak for all of us when I say that we are all grateful to have you back.”

(Dec 22) 17:57:24 [Elsie] Allowed her gaze to peruse Reymund as he entered and then sat, further more when he took the tea. If she called he preferred coffee and yet was polite as ever and following social graces as dictated. It brought a smile to her face to have his company. While it had been some time, after the debacle that had just occurred it was wonderful to have a calming presence within the room. It helped dispel the mood Edmond had left. Another sip of tea, the fire crackled as if hungry for wood before she lowered the cup to her lap and spoke. “That.. That was what I had hoped to be a new addition to our team. A man with a death mission, no less.” There a slight sigh as shoulders slumped somewhat, if for but a moment as the resonance of failure flickered through her mind. “A hunter. Vigilante if you will who will likely get killed and way before his time. I had thought we could assist him and bring him into the fold. After all, we serve the same purpose. Unfortunately his outlook on life was terribly tainted at the loss of his Fiance, whom I believed was killed by a Vampire.” She paused to take another sip. “As such he’s on a mission of revenge.” For a moment a darkness filled her eyes, memories of the past whirling through her mind. Her husbands own death not dissimilar to that of Edmond’s future wife. But with it came that sense of weight upon her shoulders. Of secrets and burdens. “Suffice to say it didn’t turn out as I had hoped. But, all good things come to those who wait.” A shift in posture she eyed Reymund again. “So tell me, how have you been? You are looking exceedingly well! You and Walter must tell me your secrets. You both look marvelous.”

(Dec 22) 18:19:23 [Reymund] “I see,” Rey said quietly, meeting Madame Buchanan's eyes briefly before looking back toward the fire. It was a story he'd heard a dozen times before since he'd taken the oath: a heroic vigilante with a chip on his shoulder and an axe to grind, looking to splatter himself across the cobblestones in the name of vengeance. It was all well and good if he took a few leeches out in the process... but unfortunately, innocent bystanders were likely to wind up caught in the crossfire. Still, the Lady's description of the man hit close to home. Perhaps if Reymund had been the fighting type, he would have wound up in much the same place as the volatile stranger who had just burst out the door. Instead he'd turned to books as a means to understand the creature that had murdered his sister. Equally destructive, but a bit more subtle. Rey turned his pale blue eyes back to the Lady and nodded. “London isn't as big a city as it seems. We have common goals. He'll cross our path again. Perhaps once he's seen how bad things can truly get, he'll change his mind and ally with us.” He looked down into his tea with a curious expression, eyeing the dregs of tea leaves at the bottom of the cup skeptically, looking up only when she asked about the Lieutenant's new look. That brought another, easier smile to the corner of his mouth. “That is an interesting story, actually. One of my projects at Rowan is a fast-acting serum that boosts blood hemoglobin, designed to be administered if an agent is unlucky enough to end up at the wrong end of a vampire's fangs. The Lieutenant had a nasty scrape with a pack of them some months ago and was doing poorly, so... with nothing left to lose, we tested it on him. As it turns out, a large enough dose can have some rather striking restorative effects.” Rey pushed his glasses back up his nose with the pad of his thumb. “It's far from perfect. But it saved his life... so I suppose we can call it a success.”

(Dec 22) 18:27:29 Elsie listened with intent to Reymund’s words a look of panic crossing her features though has he spoke of Elric’s near death. To think she’d been so far away and he might have died. The Purgis may be about stopping vile creatures but there was a brotherhood of a sorts amongst those out in the field. Those upstairs had either been planted by the board or bought their way in but those who ventured out and beyond, every day to battle the on-going war left ties that were intractably interwoven. Bonds of friendship. Sisterhood. Brotherhood and more. Though as he further explained the Doctor’s amazing transformation Elsie regained her look of one curious. She wasn’t without knowledge of what went on at the other Garden locations but to know Walter had been that close to death a newly rarely tested serum had been used upon him. “Well, it was definitely a surprise to see him. Though we had little time to chat and discuss what had happened. I am glad that he is doing well, and all the better for it.” She wanted to apologize for not being there but it was those upstairs that had sent her away with Lord Blackmore. Blackmore remained on the Continent setting up new Gardens in various locations across Europe while Elsie had returned. She noted however that Reymund had still not truly answered to any question she posed to him of himself. “ I would sat that is a highly important project. Congratulations on it’s success so far. But what of you, Reymund? Have you been at the wrong end of any fangs? Is all well?” She couldn’t press nor would she. Just the simple fact he’d avoided her questions thus far was in truth the only reason she asked again. "Tell me what else you've been busy with?"
(Dec 22) 18:38:48 [Reymund] She was perceptive. And it made him just a little bit nervous. It didn't show in his face or posture however, and he leaned back into the chair's cushions with a soft chuckle. “Not as such, my Lady,” he replied, shaking his head, “unless we're counting Miss Winter, of course. She has accepted my proposal and we are to be wed. Soon, I hope.” Another shrug, another glance at the fire on the hearth. When she asked him what else he had been working on he looked up once again. “The Lupercalia project was a complete success. While serum 19 isn't an outright cure for lycanthropy, it lets the infected keep their human faculties during the transformation. A werewolf with a conscience. It's been thoroughly tested with incredible. The only thing keeping us from mass production is funding. And secrecy, of course. But if we are somehow able to make this medicine available to those outside the Society, the number of werewolf attacks will drop dramatically. Less attacks means less lycanthropes.”
(Dec 22) 18:40:06 [Reymund] *incredible results

(Dec 22) 18:49:09 [Elsie] She knew Reymund was a spectacular scientist so his accomplishments were not so far fetched but indeed wonderful to hear. Great advancements continued to be made, and their fight against constant evil was, she hoped a battle that may one day come to an end. Would they all have ordinary lives? She was a witch with gifts that made her far from ordinary and she didn’t figure she would wed again - all things considering but others might have full lives ahead of them without the dangers of the night and things that go ‘bump’. It was however his acknowledgement of his subsequent marriage and recent engagement that had Elsie rising from her chair, clapping her hands together with a large smile upon her face. “OOoh.. Reymund that IS wonderful! A wedding!. You must let me plan the event!” Of course he was entitled to say no, but Elsie was nothing if not generous. “The last wedding at the socie..” she paused to realize it had been her own. To Lord Richard Buchanan. Member extraordinaire of the Society - and though their marriage had been arranged it was one based on mutual allegiances that lay between them within the Society on the whole. “Well, lets not bring that up. This is a festive time!” She glanced to Ray about to speak further not before the Butler entered the room. “Lady Buchanan, you asked me to let you know when Sir Alfred from Billings was available. He’s just departed his carriage now. Shall I inform him you wish to speak to him?” Elsie paused a moment then glanced to Reymund. “We’ll have to cut this short. I do apologize but I need to speak with Sir Alfred. Join me again though so we can discuss these wedding details further!” With a simple nod, she moved to follow the Butler out the door, leaving Reymund to mull over his tea.