Chance Meetings

[Epitaph]

Epitaph let her hand drop, regarding the pristine profile of the Sylvan Doom before her. She stared for some moments, pausing only to bade Knot farewell. Finally, however, Epitaph paced around to where she could regard Vauban and Banshee in the eye once more.

"You are correct," Epitaph declared, her black stained lips quirking. "I do have much to learn about the Fae. Perhaps, if we do agree to become a cabal, you could teach me. I, of course, would share my knowledge with you. Equal exchange is something that I do strongly believe in, which is surely beneficial for a cabal, no?"

[Banshee]

No one reacts not how she assumed they would with her admission there, they break off into neatly divided lines, and no one looks back.

Words pierce the air and her reverie, the immaculate lines made voice.

Her perfectly painted lids fall closed, briefly, opening only to repeat the motion. Her shock, ill defined and uncarved upon the room, but present. She had assumed the Cold Mirror would not admit to any fault on their part.

"That....sounds reasonable." Banshee nods, "I do not approve of the hoarding of knowledge." she says again, testing the waters.

[Langdon]

Epitaph's comment causes Langdon to pause before completing a shift to follow Knot. "I hope your discussion goes well." With that the Stalker makes his way to speak with Knot.

Langdon exits this scene to Split Ends

[Banshee]

The Living Dead Girl, The Haunted Man, and Death's Angel split off over here!