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Shane sat expressionless on his chair. Damn near all of his joints feeling like bricks and his knuckles still throbbing from knocking out one of the cultist girls. He glanced down to see the skin of his knuckles had turned red raw, actually, most of his body from his hands to his face had some kind of bruise or cut after tossing around Hellhounds all night... And whatever the hell that thing was that showed up in front of their porch.

He hadn't been hit by the wave of yet more water so he was comparatively dryer than most of his siblings but he damn sure looked like he'd been fighting all night, not to say he looked particularly well groomed when he first got the Estate.

His siblings spoke up one after the other at Justin's question. Sabrina nervously putting forth the Harrisburgs, that might be true. Trisha accusing one of the siblings themselves, that was probably bullshit. Any money to hire a bunch of idiot cultists to ransack the house would have went through Ezra and he seriously doubted any of the Vanburnes were silver tongued enough to get a bunch of petulant teenagers to do their bidding. Speaking of Ezra, he'd already left. Hopefully Arabelle was alright, either she had some form of teleportation power like that cultist girl or she'd broken some kind of marathon record to get all the way into town in the chaos.

[quote][color=c4df9b]"If you want, I could try to summon the old man's ghost from the afterlife for a while, try to get answers. I don't think he'd like to have a conversation with me, though. Not after what happened long ago."[/color][/quote]

That seemed like a route to take based on faith. That was not something Shane was particularly geared towards. He stood up, his tone as ever with a somewhat bored inflection and his face in a neutral frown.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Spoke a little bit with the redhead while I was tossing her dogs around. Said she was after something our family apparently 'stole'. So, they weren't here to try and hurt us, I don't think."[/colour] He glanced at the gaping holes in the dining room wall, showing the chaos from the entry hall with the front door still crooked off its hinges. [colour=SteelBlue]"Hard as that is to believe."[/colour]

Shane picked up his equally battered suit jacket and put it on, providing only the slightest addition of warmth considering most of his outfit had been put through the wringer tonight.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Their leader, the one with the red hair and the whiny voice. Heard her get called Morgana. Not a particularly common name with somebody with an uncommon appearance. Worth it to try and track them down through her. All we have right now guesses."[/colour] He didn't wait for any kind of response before he put his hands in his pockets and left the room. Feeling the cold sting of winter on his face the second he moved to the entrance hall, on the list of things to get fixed, the door was going to have to be number one.

Shane was no detective or investigator, but as far as he was concerned the magic nature of this shit was secondary. These were dumb kids that attacked the Vanburens, and dumb kids are dumb kids even if they can teleport or shoot water out of an amulet. He'll find them.

It occurred to Shane as he stepped out onto the porch and prepared to get into town, that that was the most he'd said to his family the entire night.