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Shane sat with his arms folded and his eyes down the entirety of Justin's speech. He found himself kind of liking the kid as he slightly stumbled over himself trying to formulate a plan, his plan seemed halfbaked but at least he was trying which was more than could be said for most of the people on Team Vanburen. Endearing or not however, Shane furrowed his brow at the notion of attacking the cultists head on. It was a fight they'd probably win but the Ruskie Alexander only seemed to have [i]some[/i] of the cultists abilities known, and if they could summon something as crazy powerful as the triple goddess, illusion or no, they were at least more of a threat than their intelligence would imply.

[colour=SteelBlue][i]'Been too long since I had a drink...'[/i][/colour] He thought to himself, chalking up his sudden tactical caution to his sobriety. Only just this morning he'd wanted to go it alone and crack open their skulls to finish this thing. All this strategic thinking and pontificating made him uneasy, not helped by the inclusion of his family. Of which, he was reminded more and more as to why he kept his distance from most of them.

Trisha, Oscar, Georgie, Ezra and the woman who claimed to be a Vanburen all threw out half laid plans with reckless abandon. Arabelle's had some merit at the least since the kid had let her escape with the horned thing, but it still seemed a risk to work that closely with her. Maybe she had enough of a conscience to let Arabelle go without incident, but turn directly against her friends? Shane wasn't as confident.

He found himself about to speak a few times before the sudden voices of another siblings or the mouthy woman Ezra brought home would rise up again. He gritted his teeth. Shane felt around inside the front pocket of the blue fannel shirt he'd changed into upon arriving home, thankful James had insisted on him leaving some clothing in his old room should he ever decide to use it again, not that it was all Shane had left there. The flask in his pocket was cold as its metal had been exposed to the new open air feature of the manor, but it sat empty. Thankfully, James had left behind a solution for that as well...

Shane was about to stand up and leave wordlessly, but the chatter of his siblings irritated him to no end. He turned slightly, speaking with the amount of dry irritation that they had no doubt become accustomed to.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Attacking 'em head on is possible. But it's an all in deal. We fuck up, they get desperate and probably do something really stupid. We might have beat 'em back here but if we throw that same crap at them on their home turf then we're screwed before we even leave the manor."[/colour] He looked at the room with his continued expression of slight contempt. [colour=SteelBlue]"Unless we want to nag or bore them to death with art history bullshit, might be a better idea to come up with more of a plan than 'attack' so we don't show up at the place with our dicks in our hands."[/colour]

He shifted his look to Arabelle, expression softening slightly. [colour=SteelBlue]"The girl may want to help. And I don't want to seriously hurt any of those idiots if I can help it. But unless you can fully confirm that she'd be willing to turn on all her friends to stop 'em, then it isn't something I can put a lot of faith in."[/colour]

Shane picked up the black wool jacket that Mary Roberts had so kindly made for him earlier today, he began to exit the room.

[colour=SteelBlue]"I'm going to the old man's bar. Come find me when we decide whatever stupid shit we're doing." He stopped and looked back once more. [colour=SteelBlue]"If we end up doing the new girl's plan then here's hoping she's a better actor than she is a 'Vanburen'."[/colour]

With that, he left, into the darkness down the hall in search of his father's stocked bar to indulge in their shared vice.