Plan? Rebekah wasn't sure if they had a plan. So far, they'd only succeeded in getting their best chance, Bonnie Bennett, killed. The only light was that her effort to free Sophie from Hayley was successful and Hayley and Rebekah's niece still lived. Otherwise, there was not much else in the works. Rebekah knew they needed allies and she knew that her two brothers were aware of the necessity as well, but they hadn't put much stock passed that. Maybe Faith could shine some light on that little obsticale. The more people they pulled in, the more ideas were bound to come up about how to stop Marcel. She did make a pretty open threat against the vampire, didn't she? While Rebekah knew most people were all talk, from the way this woman carried herself, strongly, with no regret in her step, she had a feeling Faith could back all of it up.
"So far, we're trying to build up forces," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "My brothers and I can't take Marcel out all by ourselves despite being original vampires. This is all we really have figured out so far. We have no reason to stop the witches from practicing though." It was a bit of a lie, but she was pretty sure Faith was not a fan of her brother and him possibly running the city. "He has numbers on his side and a lot of loyalty in the city. While we could make a dent, it wouldn't be more than that." As much as her brother preferred to go it alone in most cases because he trusted no one but himself, Rebekah wanted a bit more assurance when it came to taking out someone she formly loved and genuinely cared for. "I'd rather we take him out in one powerful blow. And it is war. We will do our best to keep casualties to a minimum, but there is no promises." Rebekah reached for her glass of bourbon and took a sip. "And since you want to take him out too for killing your friend, I figured you'd help us come up with a plan of sorts." She studied Faith over the edge of her glass. Hopefully, Faith wouldn't be one of those going in guns blazing kinds, but even if she was, brute force on their side was better than nothing at all. " And no, we don't know as of yet how he is tracking magic use." It was something that bothered Rebekah because until they found out, there was little they could do to stop it.
She slid her glass back on the table and folded her arms upon her chest. "So, you know I'm an original vampire. Maybe you already did. What exactly are you?" Rebekah tilted her head slightly. "Or are you something else? A witch? Maybe you told my lovely brother, but I'm at a loss. You said it is in your DNA. Are you a hunter?" Rebekah had never heard of anything like 'slayers' before.