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Georgie combed through all the information James had on the Triple Goddess and Horned God. One she hid in her dimension, but that didn't mean whatever he used to seal him couldn't do the same for his sister. Elemental magic, substantially weaker apart (but she doesn't have a point of reference for how powerful they are in general to know if that'd do them any good or not), and they have weakness to artificial materials. Artificial? As in anything made by human hands, even if it's made with natural materials? Or purely artificial? James didn't specify. She'll have to play it safe just in case. Better to be overly cautious than to slack behind. Georgie stored the books in her dimension for emergency purposes while they confront the cult. 

Georgie was in the kitchen when she overheard Justin say they were ready to go. She couldn't have been gone long enough for them to have a decent plan. She opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out all the cleaning chemicals: bleach, dish soap and detergent, wood cleaners, lysol, glass cleaner, whatever she could get her hands on, and stored it all in her dimension. If these monkey brains can't come up with a good plan, then she'll have to provide contigences. Chemicals for the Goddess, and the rifle for an escape. She hopes that'll be the last option, because it could send them somewhere else and not back home. She doesn't want to be responsible for single handedly fucking them off to another world. 

She grabbed her coat and set off with the rest of them into the woods. 

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The walk through the woods was awkward. She couldn't remember the last time she went on a family venture outside the mansion. The Northern Twat was swinging through the trees like Tarzan, everyone else looked out of place. She wasn't dressed properly for a trek through the forest nor did she have the time to change into something more appropriate. All her hunting clothes were back in the flat she had in London. She rarely went to the country for such excursions, especially since she broke up with Lucian. Her poor dress won't last through this; she knows it. If they can get there. A skeleton creature appeared from the trees, she assumes, because she couldn't see from behind all her tall siblings. It wanted to talk to them, minus Justin, his partner, and Northern Twat.

[color=CE6857]"Lovely. Another of James's past problems, is it?"[/color] Georgie kept her distance, a little behind Ezra, rifle in her hands instead of hanging from her shoulder. She checked the chamber when she first picked it up and knew it was empty, but better safe than sorry. She double checked it. Still empty, but he didn't have to know that. She made sure no one was in the way of the barrel. If they needed a quick escape she can't have anyone in the way of the bayonet when she opened the portal. 

Ezra asked it questions and the Northern Twat said something. Her nattering went through one ear and out the other. Other than everything magic feeling off to her, she doesn't remember reading anything in James's books about a skeleton man. She hasn't read everything, sure, but he only named a handful of the people as important earlier. The only man he spoke about was--oh no. 

[color=CE6857]"Thornton Walters. Is that who you are?"[/color] She hopes not. Father didn't speak kindly about him; even seemed fearful.