Flowers for Edgar

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid hated flying, ever since the plane crash in 1975 with Ric Flair. She was his personal valet at the time, and she 'died' in the crash.

Niki had to lead her down the stairs like a child, and she was relieved to feel the pavement under her boots again ::

[Nikoleta]

Brigid was now herself again, thank the gods. All through out the flight she was twitchy, making sure her seatbelt was on tight, the flotation device was easily accessible and at one point made a grab for the oxygen mask. Nikoleta had to slap her hand away and gave her a threatening look to quiet her. Still she was hyperactive on the 4 hour flight. Her legs were bouncy and Nikoleta finally ordered some hard liquor to put Brigid to sleep.

"You are too much. Come on," she walked towards the terminal entrance, "Vivian should be here to meet us."

There was no need to pick up luggage because of Nikoleta's sense of urgency. They wore the clothes on their backs and brought their swords. Nothing more.

[Vivien Galati]

:: Vivien waved as she spotted the pair through the crowd. She'd never met Brigid before, but gave her a friendly greeting. She gave Niki a warm embrace ::

[Nikoleta]

"Hello Vivian," she said, returning the embrace. "I'm sorry to do this to you."

Nikoleta stepped back and introduced Brigid. "This is one of my students, Brigid Cassidy."

[Vivien Galati]

"It's good to see you, Niki. There's always a room for you at the Chantry."

:: Brigid trailed behind them as they walked to the car. It was an Audi A6 ::

[Nikoleta]

"Excellent. Will need your help tracking a pig of a Watcher. One who's strayed. Brigid knows his last place of address."

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid sat in the backseat, wanting to invisible, or dead, at least for a century or two ::

[Vivien Galati]

:: Vivien noted that Brigid was feeling broody, so directed her questions to Niki ::

"What's his name?"

[Nikoleta]

Nikoleta's eyes searched the rearview mirror for Brigid's answer expectantly.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid felt her Mentor's eyes upon her ::

"His name is Edgar Frane."

[Nikoleta]

Her attention fell away from Brigid and looked outside, watching the cars go by on the freeway. "We need to find him, but do it quietly. Can you help us?"

[Vivien Galati]

"Edgar Frane???"

:: She spoke the name with a sense of familiarity, and disgust ::

[Nikoleta]

Her head turned sharply, surprised by that reaction. "You know him?"

It couldn't be that simple.

[Vivien Galati]

"Yes. He's a Cult of Ecstasy Mage. The perv has been after me for awhile now."

[Nikoleta]

"Well," she said, turning her head to look at Brigid in the back seat with more understanding, "That certainly explains some things."

The Immortal settled herself from giving her pupil another tongue lashing. Brigid understood well enough how poor her judgment was in regards to her quest for vengeance. "Where can we find him?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid whistled, pretending not to notice. Soon they arrived at the Chantry, and she wasted no time hopping out of the car ::

[Vivien Galati]

:: The Chantry was an elegant three story household, with a walled garden. Vivien invited them inside, where they were greeted by her major domo, Lazlo ::

[Nikoleta]

"Hello, Lazlo." Nikoleta greeted the domo, clasping his two hands within hers. "You behaving?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

"I'm working on another painting, milady." he beamed, giving Nikoleta a gentle's kiss on the hand. He attempted to greet Brigid in similar, but she gave him a cool wave to keep him at a distance ::

"Hi."

:: Lazlo bowed and swiftly return to his studio. Brigid looked around ::

"Nice place."

:: She wasn't very convincing ::

[Nikoleta]

"As much as you disapprove of this, I must take action." She touched Brigid's shoulder and forced the girl to look at her. "Edgar violated his Watcher's oath and will undoubtedly to this to another Immortal given time, if he hasn't already. He has to know you skipped town and left."