~*Ramirez*~ meanders down town after work, cutting over to the park. He’d walk with a cig in hand and some JD and coke in a Taco hell cup. He’d notice Dan and Ashe and head over that way.

<Sascha> steps out from behind some bushes where there’s a pair of feet still sticking out and wipes her mouth as she glances toward Ramirez as he walks past her. She moves to follow, at a respectable but not stalking distance.

<Ashe> Chuckled and shook his head slowly, not quite sure what to believe. That someone, anyone, might believe him was out of this world. Crazy even. Maybe Dan was fucking with him more, maybe he wasn’t, “You…. do you actually believe me?” He turns his head to look at Ramiraz as he approaches, a bit of a goofily disbelieving look forming on Ashe’s face.

<Sascha> is a pretty redheaded woman with startling blue eyes and freckles. She is dressed in a man’s button up shirt and blue jeans, with sneakers. She looks to be in her mid 20s or so, though her age seems somewhat fluid. She carries herself like a cat walking amongst mice, her features a little wild and feral.

~*Ramirez*~ glances over at Sascha and smirks. It had been a while and conveniently, he did actually want to talk to her. She was one of the ones who helped seal a nasty hole of evil where he had died. He’d send a wave over to Ashe, who was now looking at him and walk over after looking back to Sascha and gesturing she was welcome to join if she wished. “Hey


<Sascha> takes the invitation and approaches, her demeanor becoming only slightly less predatory as she regards the others present. “Hello, Ramirez.”

<Ashe> Ashe tries to school his look into something a bit less goofy. His long black hair was left hanging loose tonight and he was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and brown khaki shorts with leather sandals. He looked to be of eastern descent with soft grey eyes. He gives a smile to Ramirez and a cautious look to Sascha, “Evening, Ramirez, miss. What’s up tonight?”

*Katarina* comes back for the second night.

~*Ramirez*~ “Hey Sascha. How are you?” He’d smile authentically.

Ashe’s eyes spot the return of the squirrel lady, but it would be rude to call out to her and he’d never learned her name. At leas Ramirez provided him with a name for this second wild looking woman. He’d have to try and corner Dan later, find out what he knew. For now he simply sat back, his eyes bright with unspoken excitement.

<Sascha> nods to Ramirez. “Better. Still searching for things we have discussed before. How are you?”, she keeps an arm’s length at least from each person, but her expressions toward Ramirez seem genuinely friendly in nature.

*Katarina* gives Ashe a jaunty wave in return.

~*Ramirez*~ “I am working on that too, as are some others. I’d like to talk to you about that.”

<Ashe> Leans back with a curious look at Ramirez and the woman named Sascha. They sounded like they were part of some secret mafia cult thing with the vague talking…. or super spies. That idea had him smirking a little bit. Neither option was likely, but it was a fun thing to muse about. More likely they were into drugs and talking about getting the next hit. That idea had him sigh and glance at Dan. Yeah… that explained why

Dan believed him. These guys probably messed up their minds of drugs on the regular.

<Sascha> nods, and observes Ashe for a long moment before speaking up. “I would not mind speaking to you or the other Mages. I have time.”

~*Ramirez*~ looks over at Ashe and then smirks after a moment of deeply seeming to study him. He’d nod to Sascha. “That’s great. Will you meet with the white haired guy too?”

<Ashe> Blinks slowly, very slowly at Sasha, “What did you say?” He looks like someone may have smacked him over the head with a frying pan. A look of being utterly flatfooted and stunned.

<Sascha> raises an eyebrow. “Cassian?”, she sighs but nods. “Yes. I will meet with him as well.”

*Katarina* stops and leans against a tree, watching the group.

~*Ramirez*~ nods. “He’s also involved and has some others and what we talk about is important.”

~*Ramirez*~ looks at Ashe. “Gig is up, hombre. You wanna be part of our little group and meet others? You said you wanted to find the real stuff.”

*Katarina* leaves after a bit.

<Sascha> nods her head in agreement. “I am aware and agreed.”, she eyes Ashe again for a moment and smiles, which comes off like a predator just before pouncing. “New, huh?”

<Ashe> Turns to give Ramirez the same comically dumbfounded look. Did they slip him something? Where they fucking with the new guy in town? His eyes roamed the little ground and he swallowed nervously. He’d been hopeful and looking to find a sign of real magic… but a group of them? “I swear to whatever Gods are out there… you better not be messing with me…” His eyebrows lift with some concern at the woman with the predatory

smile, “Uh… wait… If I’m dinner or a ritual sacrifice… I’m out. Too tough and stringy and I’m not a virgin.”

::Maryska:: Comes walking into the park wearing a black leather jacket surcoated by a brown denim vest, black denim jeans and a pair of black stubbed riding boots, her eyes sporting a pair of mountaineering sunglasses that have the leather blinder caps and a wide brim western hat, she has her cellphone out and looks at it checking for messages as she just loiters to one side.

~*Ramirez*~ smirks mischeviously and then shrugs and dons a more serious expression. “Nah, not fucking with you, but you want to learn more and meet others… it’s not so easy diving in for most people. You align with any group?”

<Sascha> tilts her head and then laughs lightly. “No, I just ate and I prefer criminals anyway.”

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ heads to the park after having gotten a phone call a few minutes earlier from Maryska. He’d chosen this spot because it was some decent nature amid the city and it might be easier to jump sideways if the need arose and they wanted to leave simply. He would be walking into the park now, though his attention drifted over to a small group

of people as he waited for Maryska.

<Sascha> about jumps upon seeing the western-style hat, her hair standing on end and her skin rippling like a bad case of goosebumps but she immediately settles down as she realizes it is not who she thought at first.

Kefira approaches the group slowly, so slowly that most were unlikely to notice her until she was very close. She was out of touch with the city, having chased another futile rumor, and she made herself seem helpless and confused, keeping her head down, hands in her pockets and her shoulders lowered. She looked like a mouse ready to run.

<Ashe> Noted that the pack was becoming more busy with with people coming and going, but for the moment his attention was just settled on Ramirez. A man who seemed to he offering answers to questions that he’d been struggling with, “I do want to meet others and find people like me. Who can do the things I can. It’s been a rough six months, you know.” His eyebrows furrowed together and he shook his head slowly, “I don’t know any

other people, let alone groups… but… this might sound crazy, but I have this… inner drive, this voice that’s been urging me to find -something- called… the Akashayana Sangha.”

~*Ramirez*~ nods to Ashe. “Okay, I know what that is and we don’t know any of them around but you are welcome to come with us and well, figure things out.”

::Maryska:: Noticed Ethan and began walking over raising her hand to him, in a Texas drawl stained Ukrainian accent she speaks out to him.:: “Hey Ethan, how are ya t’day?” She saunters towards the man, one hand slipping her phone into her pocket.

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ gives her the nod of acknowledgement and a smile that is somewhat timid, but there, nonetheless. “Hello, Maryska. It is good to see you again. How are you doing?” He’d glance over at Ramirez and Dan, who he knew and study the others with them somewhat curiously, though for the moment keeping his distance, though he wasn’t out of

sight or anything.

<Kitt Bishop> wanders into the park, seeming to be searching for something, her hands touching things idely as she passes and her nose wrinkling now and then as she sniffs here and there. She looks different to those that have met her before, with long strawberry blond hair and she is wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans.

<Sascha> looks between Ramirez and Ashe a moment longer. She keeps quiet, hands folded neatly behind her though she seems to be observing others meandering about the park as well.

Kefira subtly changes her stance upon seeing Kitt in the area, keeping the other woman in sight at all times. She’s still hunched a little, looking afraid of her own shadow, but something has subtly changed. It is hard to define.

::Maryska:: “I’m alright, just finalizing the apartment deal, how are you?” She would glance at the others that Ethan looked at, and when she was close enough she would whisper to him. “Troubles?”

<Ashe> Once again Ashe looks bewildered, “You know what that is? You’ve heard of it?” It was said with the excitement of a man that had just found out he wasn’t crazy… or rather, that there were a group of people who believed him. He KNEW that he wasn’t crazy, afterall. “I’d like that. Going with you fellas and trying to figure things out. I almost gave up on finding anyone else.”

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ shakes his head. “Nah, it doesn’t seem like it. They seem to know each other. I don’t know a couple of them but it seems to be a decent convo and stuff. I was going to take you to meet some others anyway so we might as well join them before heading there.”

<Kitt Bishop> spots Sascha and walks over, remaining cautious as she looks at Ramirez and Ashe. She speaks up quietly to the other woman. “I need to find Talwar and the phones aren’t working. It’s important.”

<Sascha> looks over the other girl and reaches out, twirling just a bit of the girl’s hair between her fingers with a raised eyebrow. “Mmm, he’s around. You really shouldn’t be out here. Has something happened?”

::Maryska:: would nod and then look at them. “I will trust your lead then.” She watches Ethan to follow his lead.

<Fiona> makes her way out to the park, tapping her way around in her blonde and blind woman disguise. She still has the wooden cane.

((oops, sorry))

Kefira is watching Kitt like a hawk; she still looks like a chicken in everything except for that. But she says nothing.

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ nods and heads over to the group, trailed by Maryska, who is not another southern Texas chick there to fuck up some people of a certain allegiance. He’d approach Ramirez since he was who he mainly recognized. “Hey… this is Maryska.. the one I mentioned to you from the other day.”

~*Ramirez*~ looks over at Maryska and holds out his hand to her politely. “Hey. I heard a bit about you. Seems like you should come with us so we can talk back somewhere where no one cares what we say.”

<Fiona> continues onward, turning her head in the direction of the voices and beginning to head in that direction.

<Kitt Bishop> sighs and nods, glancing down. “Something is wrong… with Zaluut. He won’t discuss it with me…”, she glances toward the others, and goes quiet. “I can’t stay long, but if you’d just ask him to come by the house for me.”

::Maryska:: Extended her hand to the man and her smile seems to quirk a bit more to the right. “Pleasure t’meet’cha, what’s yer name?” Her left hand was free and at her side as she spoke in the Texas twanged Ukrainian accent.

<Ashe> the young man watches the unfolding scene with curiousity. He didn’t have a clue who most of these people were, but it seemed like they all knew each other and seemed to be in tht thick od something.

<Sascha> nods and squeezes Kitt’s shoulder. “Go on home. I will tell him.”, she waits and watches her until she is out of sight before turning her attention back to what is going on with Ramirez and his associates.

~*Ramirez*~ “I’m Marcos Ramirez though most people just call me Ram or Ramirez. Feel free to.” His accent was Latina, hispanic, though it was clear.

<Fiona> eventually reaches the group, turning her head in the direction of Sascha’s voice, or where she thought it came from. “Decided to come out to New Orleans too, did you?”

~*Ramirez*~ looks at Sascha and then Ashe. “Why don’t we all head to this place and get out of here? We can talk better there and I’ll send a message to Cassian and Erin too.”

Kefira watches the others for a bit, then begins to wander after Kitt slowly.

<Kitt Bishop> looks up to Sascha and nods before quickly making her way back toward home.

<Fiona> is currently pale-ish, blonde, wearing sunglasses, and using a wooden cane to guide herself around.

::Maryska:: shook the mans hand and nodded looking at the others and then at Ramirez. “I think this other place is good if there’s beer on hand.” She withdrew her hand and looked at the quiet guy. “You commin’ too?” She asked Ashe.

<Sascha> spies someone she doesn’t know starting to follow Kitt and just as she was about to answer Ramirez a low growl boils up instead and she starts stalking in that direction. “Just a moment.”

<Ashe> Nods at Ramirez and rises from his bench, “I’m a cheep drunk if it’s a bar, but I’ll come along.” He gives the lady in the western hat a warm look and nods and affirmative, but then Sascha is on the prowl and things look like they might get nasty so the young Mage just shuts his mouth.

~*Ramirez*~ nods. “Alright, Sascha.” He’d look over in that direction Sascha was heading to, somewhat curious. “It’s not a bar but there’s booze and food.”

Kefira detects her follower after a bit, and turns to face her. She still holds herself like a chicken ready to run, but no chicken would stand her ground faced with the intimidation rolling off Sascha. “What?”

<Fiona> looks at Kefira, turning her head in the woman’s direction. “Who the fuck are you?”

<Fiona> looked in the direction of Kefira’s voice.

<Sascha> gets just within an arm’s length of the other woman and looks her over. “I’d back up off my little friend if I were you. She’s not as alone as she looks.”

Kefira glances only briefly at Fiona, and nods her head to Sascha. “Sure. I don’t want to start any trouble.”

::Maryska:: Looked over the situation and kept her eyes open as well as her hands ready. “Hope this don’t go the ass end of south.”

<Kitt Bishop> gets into the trees and uses Donning the Mask of Shadows to disappear and make her way safely home.

<Fiona> “Then back up and there won’t be any.”

<Sascha> waits until she feels Kitt is a safe distance before backing up. “Good. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” There is a warm radiance coming from Sascha that Kefira would pick up on, a deep sense of Faith that cannot be hidden. She then nods her head and makes her way back toward Ramirez. “I will accompany you.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° steps out from ..somewhere..who knew? Obfuscate works like that. He’d look at Sascha and then at Kefira. “I know who she is.” He’d say it simply as if that was good enough of an explanation to express why she was following Kitt.

<Fiona> turns her head in the direction of Talwar’s voice. “Congratulations.”

Kefira cocks her head as she regards Sascha carefully. “I’m Kefira … I’m not new to town, but believe it or not, I was aiming to help your friend. May I come?”

Kefira looks slowly towards Talwar.

<Sascha> glances back toward Talwar and nods, simply accepting that as an explaination. “Did you hear?”, she then looks at Kefira. “That would be up to the others.”

::Maryska:: Looked at Ethan. “We goin’? Cause this’s looking more an more suspicious.”

Kefira remains quiet, and looks like a nervous addict more than anything. But she follows Sascha and Talwar like glue. She couldn’t stay out of this.

<Fiona> follows Sascha and Talwar as well.

<Sascha> turns to Fiona and looks at her, as if making eye contact through the sunglasses which is super creepy. “Listen, you lose your temper and I have no qualms letting these Mages do things to you that would make Zaluut balk. Got it? They aren’t like regular humans.”

<Fiona> turned her head in the direction of Sascha’s voice. “Got it.”

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ “We are going. We might as well head that way now.” He’d look at Ashe and Ramirez. “See you there.”

<Fiona> “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I run into them. Right now, I’m heading home for a little while.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I noticed her but did not catch what she said. I saw Kefira following her and then you so thought I should say something. She is known to us and also Cassian knows her. We will talk.” Meaning totally he had more to say on that subject.

~*Ramirez*~ “Come on, Ashe. I have a car so can take whoever needs a ride.”

::Maryska looks at Ethan and nods.:: “alright.” ::Then just follows Ethan to the Chantry, she was still a bit lacking in trust, but this was a start.::

Kefira “I like Kitt,” ::Kefira mutters, while following. As if that was her only reason. But it sufficed::

<Sascha> nods to Talwar. “We can discuss it later. Kitt said that something may be wrong with Zaluut, and she wants you to go to the house when you can.”, she glances over at Kefira, but keeps quiet as she approaches Ramirez. “If you have room, we will ride with you.”

¤ ֎ Ethan Talbot ֎ ¤ will take Maryska out to the house, using the motorcycle he totally confisated from…somewhere.

<Ashe> blinks in stunned silence and just follows Ramirez to the car. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but hopefully it would work out

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I will head out there then and see what it is.” He politely nods to her and then would turn and depart after giving Kefira a little wave.

Kefira returns the wave, and starts to wander off on her own.

~*Ramirez*~ will drive out to the chantry any who want to come. He was heading out. He’d nod to Sascha. “Sure, let’s head out now.” He’d send a text to Cassian and Erin telling them that guests were coming and they would hopefully show up at the chantry.