The Foundation (IC)

[Sarlon]

"So what should I call you two today? I'd prefer to be a niece rather then a daughter...but..."

[Kheldarson]

"Wouldn't be as pretty though. Can you imagine all the hair?"

[Tyg3rW01f]

Lochdubh, Scotland (Tyger)
The older agent shrugs. "Whatever you think you'll need, and take your time. We're a day late getting here, so you're missing whatever it is Mr. Black is making all the other new recruits go through; which means we're not under much of a time constraint. Funny thing is, finding you was easy. The hard part was getting out here."

Josiah laughed, "Yeah, it is hard to get to my humble home; that's the reason I bought the place. As for what I will need... that'll take me an hour, ninety minutes maximum. While I'm packing, though, remember you two each owe the Fey a honeyed scone. Put it in the center of the mushroom circle, and then admire the countryside. I'll meet you out there."

Josiah packed his collection of military-surplus uniforms, his 1911, extra magazines, several knives, and a partially disassembled ACR in 6.5 Grendell caliber. Next, he grabbed his not-entirely-legal laptop and it's accessories as well as his lucky USMC Zippo lighter. The lighter made him think of buying a pipe, like his grandfather had owned, and he figured it was time to pick up the typical "spook" habit of smoking.

With this thought on his mind, he looked about his home then made a phone call.

"Hello, Hamish? Aye, I'm grand. Hey, um... could you convince Priscilla or Elspeth to come up to my place and shake it down for winter leavin's? Aye, I know it's high summer, but I'm going away for a bit, an'... Well, I intend to come back. Och, yer a mate'n'a'half. I'll leave 150 Sterling on the counter. Aye. Thanks."

That chore scheduled, Josiah took one last look around, picked up his pack, bug-out bag and weapons case and walked outside. He left the key on the counter with the 150 quid; he'd retrieve the key from Hamish when he came back.

"Arright, you two. Lets go. Fancy some fish'n'chips? I always need a bite to eat before a flight."

So saying, he put his bags in the back and smiled when he saw the spare was flat as Oklahoma, as where the two rear tires.

Suppressing a chuckle, Josiah got into the driver's seat.
"Oops! Sorry; habit."

Getting in the back he smiled at the rearview mirror, which was cocked insanely and the papers scattered in the seat from the opened glove compartment.
So, the Fey struck first, then accepted the scones. Poor Feebs, he thought.

[Sarlon]

"Skirts can be practical sometimes Mr Doyle, in fact anatomically, skirts would be better on men then women."

Sarah slides him a smirk as they walk hoping to find someone.

[Chanlin]

Doyle watches the exchange between the two ladies with a bemused expression and then as they move on in hopes of finding food he remarks, "At least it isn't a dress or a skirt."

[Kheldarson]

At the mention of eating, Loren's stomach makes itself known. "I'm pretty sure that's a resounding yes."

[Sarlon]

sarah snerks with laughter, then says "Mr Doyle and I were going to find something to eat, care to join us?"

[Kheldarson]

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Him. Slowly. With the rustiest knife I can find."

[dragon_wings]

'What are we most likely to find? And why do we run like hell if we encounter these angels?' inquires Siobhan.

[Sarlon]

Sarah turns quickly, opening her mouth then just as fast slaps a hand over her mouth fighting down a laugh. Her own outfit is a calf length denim style skirt thats full skirts to allow for plenty of movement, and the top is a plum colored peasent style top baring some bony and to thin shoulders.

"Ms Loren....you....look.....erm....thats a good color on you!"

[Kheldarson]

Nearby Loren crashes out of the room, muttering about her clothes. Which technically aren't bad, in fact are a rather nice pair of khaki slacks and a polo shirt.

It seems the offense is simply that the shirt is...well...an amazingly bright pink.

[Sarlon]

"just hope theres something che...I mean good to eat. I had a light snack they brought us while everyone was showing up. Sleep well?"

[Chanlin]

Doyle shuts his door, "Tha's exactly what Oi was hopin' ta go an' find out lass. Oi haven't eaten nary a t'ing since t'em fellas came and picked me up."

[Mytical]

Fred nods. "Once we get there, with my photographic memory I can get you to the exact trail he took, or will take, or dang these visions are complicated. For all I know he won't be here for a hundred years!"

[Sarlon]

Sarah laughs good naturedly then says "I'm starving, think they got any decent food around here?"