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"Go and meet with her again then. I doubt the cult is a threat currently with all that has happened so you really don't need to worry about me here."

She rubbed her eyes. A woman collecting paintings? "Best find out if she is just a collector or if she has another agenda. If she's just a collector, then the copies can be looked into. If something else, then she picked the wrong time to start looking for you," Jay grimaced. "You are right, either way she could attract Kiru's attention or others. We don't need that. Especially now."

She got up out of the seat. "But do me a favor," she said as she walked toward him. "If something does not seem right, get out of there and come back." She lifted her arms as if to wrap them around him when she remembered the bloodied sleeves and dropped them back down to her sides in frustration, turning toward the bookshelves.

She sank backwards into him while trying to pull her wings closer around her.

"I'd best ask for temporary shelter in one of the other houses sooner rather than later then. If we are going to be here for a little bit longer, we will have to leave soon," she sighed. "If I can get it, then all of us can get some privacy from the rest of the city hopefully."

She raised her hands to hold onto his arms, her eyes looking over the books in front of her, clean of dust and in good shape. Great care had been taken with these books, many of them looked aged and yet were still in one piece and readable.

"Roman came close to getting into something like that tonight," Jay mumbled, her nervous fingers rubbing against his shirt sleeve. "I'm pretty sure he's put off with how I handled it." Not that she had much choice. Hanuvh looked about ready to try anything to get both of them more than just thrown out.

He could feel her stiffen in his arms and become quiet.

"He spoke with you?" she asked, disturbed at hearing the Swan would speak with Micheal that way, concerned with what could have happened had Micheal not listened.

"Had he spoken with Roman as well?" she continued. Had Roman been told one thing from the Swan and had she told Roman another? Did she set him up for the conflict without knowing it? "I hope it's not for that reason."

At least the Swan liked vampires apparently. That could prove helpful - or probably not if tonight proved anything of the Black Swan's regards.

She was not as certain as Micheal about his red headed brother and his 'gusto' for going against the grain.

"Feather talk. Certainly," she huffed a false laugh, proving the vampire holding her correct on his thoughts. "We'll be on the road soon enough and then none of us will feel like we're in a rat trap just sitting here, doing nothing."

Jay turned around in his arms but only got as far as a hand's width turn before a wing bumped into an unmoving arm, the only thing stable so far this night.

"In the meantime, I have got work to continue and like the two of you will be active 'til the sun rises. Feel like tackling some books with me?"

"I'm sure his price is hardly something to worry about."

After killing a man as someone else's price to stay alive? Yes, nothing Roman could ask would really faze her tonight. Unless it was something involving her mentor. If that came up she might be less than short with him once again tonight.

Jay pulled a few books down from the top shelf and handed them to Micheal. "You're better with words and faster at reading them. If we wait 'til I go through them, we might as well settle down." She could read and write, but it was a joke compared to what was written and printed in these books.

"Anything you come across that involves the Swan, just let me know. Rumors, legends, cult history, any of it that could be significant." The ranger pulled a book from the pile that was on the floor before taking a seat in the chair beside it.



(do you want to skip ahead either to when Roman comes back or to funeral between RJ/Otiian?)

-Just cutting close before day break there was a clumsy land against the house and shuffling from boots as he landed in the window and quickly closed the window and then covered the window with the drapes with a new shirt over his shoulder. He stepped back and looked at the window to make sure where the light would seep in and he walked to the oppisite of the room and just plopped down rubbing his eyes.-

"Got the shirt."

-He sounded tired or stressed as he spoke but he tried to relax in his spot at the moment in the darkness of the room before day break.-

Less stressed now he looked at her and then pulled the shirt off his shoulders and lightly draped in her fingers.

"No, No Sunburns..." He lightly chuckled trying to be his usual self as he is actually trying to not remember the earlier events that has taken place.

Then once she had taken the shirt he slouched back against the wall rolling his shoulders.

"I am going to have to get new boots soon, these can't take much more of my abuse." as he said that he lifted his foot up and pulled back the sole of his shoe as only about two nails were holding it in place.