And what message was that supposed to be? "Kill me before I kill you and everyone else you care about?" That's all I'm hearing anyway.

You know, I WAS afraid of you--I even failed to follow through on a tip from a board member who shall remain nameless--but it's just a bit different with an admission of guilt coming straight from the horse's mouth. You've just earned a heaping helping of white phosphorus to the face, followed by whatever else it takes to make you stay dead. And I do hope that's not all it takes.


Edit: in other news, as soon as the bus actually gets here, I can officially say I'm on my way. Stupid Greyhound never runs on time.

You talk big boy, but do you truly have what it takes to kill a player like Dele Morte?

Robin got in late last night. My brother was over visiting, and I had to send him home so I could get down to the train station.

I'll have him hooked up with a job in no time. There's tons of temp agencies around that're looking to hire ASAP...

I'm glad to see he still has the toys I cooked up for him before. With another protection amulet or two, he seriously shouldn't have anything to fear.

Well, I think he's still asleep right now, and I may rope him into helping with the work we're doing around the house, but I'm sure he'll check in later.

If you can call it that. KT'll have him on top of a rickety ladder painting

Hey, it's not rickety! We're borrowing it from Lex's dad, who's a carpenter, both wood and concrete. He uses the ladder for his job, so it really is top quality.

Lex and I have taken it into our heads that we need a ladder just like it. It folds at the half-way point, and both sides extend from about 5 rungs to about 10... It folds and locks in place when completely folded, as an A-frame ladder, and it fully unfolds as a straight ladder, too. (Our next project is to fold it as an A-frame, fully extend one leg, and see if it'll set firmly on our stairs... Otherwise, we need to figure out how to paint near the roof over our stairs with a banister in the way, and as anyone who's been to my house can tell you, our living room is open space, 2 stories, with a vaulted ceiling. Thank all that's holy we're leaving the roof white. x.x)

Besides, Robin wasn't the one up the ladder; I just had him re-fill my roller whenever it needed done, and we just chatted while I painted.

You know, I'm pretty sure I can manage a paint roller with the whole "look Ma, no hands" thing, if the ladder doesn't work out.

Nothing like Ron's rubber stamp of approval. (Why is it I hear a giant disclaimer following that statement?)

Perhaps you would like some help Robin?

Dele Morte wrote:"Hiding again I see. It is something I hear you do quite well. I suppose your heart just is not into revenge as Ms. Logos is.

If you still wish to meet me Sir Robin, I will be in New Orleans next week, as early as Monday, Tuesday at the latest, I have some business there that I must tend to personally. I hope to see you then.

Oh, one last thing, I do hope you at least made it to her funeral. She would have liked to have seen you there, one last time."

Yeah, I went to her funeral... that the was the first anyone bothered to tell me about it. She was dead in her apartment for weeks before they found her. Thank whatever gods there might be that she didn't have her daughter with her when you got her.

That being said... I don't know... New Orleans is a pretty big place, and, built in psychic geiger counter to the contrary, I'm not exactly an uber-tracker.

Narrow it down a bit more and you can count on some face time, regardless of how obviously this is a trap.

You really think he'd tell me where he's going to be if he thought I was bringing the whole Society with me?

No... I also don't think I have any other chances of tracking him down.