Thread: Aftermath (ATTN Corin)

<T> Meet me at my house, come alone and make sure you are not followed.

Corin gives an address. When Lenore arrives she is looking at a two story mansion with an estate.

In the privacy of her own home, Lenore takes her raven-form. She flies swiftly to Corin's home, ensuring that she isn't followed by any means. She will land on a windowsill on the second floor, and tap on the window until she is let inside. Once inside, she will reassume her natural form.

A man see's the bird tapping on his bedroom window. He tilts his head to the side and opens the window. When Lenore takes her natural form his eyes grow wide.

"Damn...I must have had too much to drink!"

Lenore hides a grin and says to the man, "No. Not at all. I'm just a figment of your guilty imagination." ((charismatic 2, alluring 2, commanding 3)) She waggles her eyebrows and makes a spirit-fingers gesture. "BOO." She then skips out of the room and down the hall. When she reaches the landing, she walks normally to the living room and sits to wait for Corin.

The man follows Lenore down stairs to the sitting room, he walks over to the bar and gets a drink, then winks at her.

"You must be Lenore. Corin said you'd be coming over. I'm Steve, lead male vocals and guitar in the band. I was surprised when I heard you were coming, Corin has not let anyone but Domino know where she lives. She must trust you with her life."

Lenore laughs. "I was unaware that anyone else lived with Corin. My apologies, then, for that...stretch of the truth." She smiles. "Corin is my sister...or, at least, we've decided that's how we're labelling it...I trust her with my life. It's nice to know she has the same trust for me." Lenore stands and offers a handshake. "Nice to meet you, by the way, Steve."

"The whole band lives here, it is how Cocteau had it when he lived here, then Corin moved in. When Cocteau was put to rest, Corin took over the band, Eternal Echo's and this house."

At this time Lenore will realize that there is music playing through the whole of the house. She can hear a man's voice (performance 7) singing.

Lenore nods and sits quietly, enjoying the music. When the song ends, or quiets, she will speak. "I've often wanted to learn to sing properly." She smiles again. "It's a real art."