Who?: Dr. Samantha Grimm and Open
What?: Meeting, talking, or whatever!
When?: April 13th, early evening
Where?: The Beach
Rating?: TBD
Status? In Progress

( Ahhh )

Who?: Talion and whomever
What?: Trying to make sense of things
When?: April 6th, Morning
Where?: First floor
Rating?: PG, probably
Status? In Progress

Talion's body thrashed beneath the covers as his mind tried to free itself from the images flooding through his mind. He shot upright in bed with a gasp, sweat dripping from his forehead. Nightmares, if they could be called that... they were memories of events, crystal clear in every excruciating detail. No these weren't dreams, they were the past refusing to let him move forward. He looked at skull tattooed on his palm, the ominous black tattoo. It was her, as if her soul wouldn't leave his body and rest in peace, or let him rest either. "Why..." he whispered to himself. He leaned forward, resting his hand and head against his bent knees, palms rubbing weary eyes.

"No..." He shook his head, refusing to give in to self-pity and loathing. He threw the covers aside and slipped from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Running water... yet another new thing this mansion had introduced him to. He washed off his face and looked himself in the mirror for a long moment before taking his straight razor and shearing the stubble from his face. The sound of fluttering wings of those damn little faeries brought a curl to his lip. They had learned from the previous day or two to keep their distance from him. So they slowly, cautiously closed in till they were just outside his reach. Even as he climbed into the shower to clean up.

Having cleaned up and dried off, he opened the door from the bathroom to his main room only to find it not there. He was staring into the Skull Chamber at Talianna. He swallowed and looked about, then down at himself he was in his dirty riding leathers ready to go through the cleansing ritual. Everything was right.. the pool, the tables, the slick stone all about. Was he back 'home'? Had everything else been a dream? No sooner had he started to begin questioning which was reality than wing lightly brushed against his hair. Damn faeries... He screamed in outrage at the chamber and the illusion faded back into the smoke and shadow it was... leaving only the generic room he was assigned. He growled and stepped back into the plain room, so the gods were just wanting to screw with the inhabitants.

Opening the dresser revealed a single set of clean black cotton pants and shirt, both embroidered with a white skull. Always a single clean set waiting for him, no matter where he deposited the previous day's clothes. Yet he had never seen a servant or any sort. He threw on the supplied clothes and left his room, headed towards to the library. He had seen some maps and atlas's, perhaps he could figure out where the hell he was, what was going on, and what he was supposed to be doing here.

Who?: Abigail Whistler, Talion Justice and OTA
What?: Working out
When?: Dusk
Where?: The gym in basement 1
Rating?: G for now
Status? In Progress

( Lots on the mind, too much. )

Who: OTA
When: After dark
Why: Arrival of Talion Justice
Rating: PG
Status: Open

A lone man on horseback slowly approached the mansion. The slowly broken trod of the horse could only barely hint at the exhaustion of both the beast and rider. Only the occasional stumble which bobbed the rider's head kept him from passing out. How long had he been riding? Couldn't remember any more, longer than any man should that much he knew. He had been told to ride East, past the known lands. He was to venture to some ... gathering house, to evaluate it and make sure stability and safety of the nations were maintained. Sounded simple enough, but he had long sense learned not to assume anything but the worst of any mission he was sent on. The Grand Tal was a brilliant, cunning, but manipulative man who answered to none. The Talion's were his pawns with which he fought to keep the known nations safe and stable. More than once Nolan had been manipulated and played by the Grand Tal, and Nolan hated the man for it. And Nolan hated the man even more for his convincing conviction and remorse for what he had to do with the Talions.

What was the angle on this mission? What was Nolan not yet seeing, but would be horribly revealed in time. He shook his head, didn't know, didn't care. He guided the steed back to the stables and cared for his horse. Always the horse first, then self. He splashed his face with water as he poured some for the horse. A little better, but not by that much. He groaned lightly patted his horse's neck. "Atta boy, now get some rest. The both of us." He turned and walked towards the mansion, pulling himself together. He was still ragged, more than ragged, from his long journey but he put his work face on. Exhaustion, fatigue, starving, dehydrated... it would be ignored until he could break down in private. This justice would not be seen vulnerable again. He pulled his dagger and sword from their saddle scabbard and fastened them to his belt. Then reached in and pulled a second dagger from his saddle back, his fingers brushing over it thoughtfully. It wasn't right, nothing was anymore. A deep sigh and he fought back all the emotions wanting to come up. It was too late, and he was too tired to deal with that now. Nolan tucked in the second dagger into his boot and made his way towards the mansion.

He rapped the heavy knocker against the great doors and stood back, waiting. The water he had splashed over his face only served to streak the dirt and dust that covered him. He looked down over his riding leathers and smirked. He was filthy. God he wanted, needed a bath, a shave, and to clean his gear. Then with fresh mind, to figure out what this place was and exactly why he was sent here. Another light flashed on in the mansion and he heard noises beyond the door. He rapped the knocker again and as he withdrew his hand looked at the great black skull tattoo on his palm, trying to decide if it should be hidden or not. Nothing had been said to him as such for this mission, and his leathers marked his position anyways. He was Talion Justice and would enter the place as such.