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[/center][right][b][code]The Vanburen Estate[/code][/b][/right][hr]
Cold.

Shane had been so used to the Araminta weather and so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't realised the chill in the air until Justin begun to speak. Noting the two "magical experts" brought in by Oscar, wrapped up in warm clothing yet still hovering closely together. Set in front of a layer of undisturbed snow covering the expanses of the Vanburen Estate garden behind them. You wouldn't know the Manor had been practically smashed to shit with how still the grounds stood in the early evening.

Brought back to reality, Shane adjusted his jacket and slid his hands into its pockets. Thankful Sabrina's... Power, had made it for him this morning. He wasn't one for fashion but he had to internally note the quality as the soft cotton lining rubbed warmth back into his hands.

[quote][color=red]"Hello again, you're probably wondering why I called you all out here. I'm here to say that we've - well, with the help of Shane and friends - tracked down that cult to where they hang out... an old abandoned resort in the middle of the woods. Now you're probably wondering what you all have to do with that well..."

"If we catch them off then things will be different. And let's be real here, they're gonna come for the Horned God again and it's only a matter of time before they get lucky. So we should just work together and solve this problem and get rid of the Triple Goddess in the process."[/color][/quote]

Shane continued to look off towards the Estate. Taking in how peaceful the old home was capable of looking as Justin laid out his plan, for lack of a better term. Shane's jaw did clench slightly at Justin commending him for helping track down the Cult. It wasn't really something to be proud of. Magic or no, it would've taken him at most a couple of hours to find where they laid their heads if he'd been by himself. Thankfully, the cultists didn't exactly seem like the most street smart lot, so Shane doubted they'd lost much time in catching them off-guard.

Trisha, predictably, was not very agreeable to Justin's proposal. He couldn't entirely fault her, the plan more or less just boiled down to a frontal assault on some stupid but potentially desperate teenagers who could end up doing something very very stupid if cornered. Oscar and the female expert - who's name escaped Shane - alleviated concern for Shane somewhat however. Detailing the capabilities of some of the members. It was especially helpful Shane knew about a weakness to the damn hellhounds. He wasn't sure of all his family's powers but he was pretty sure he was one of the few that could at least take them on in a straight up fight. Having a way to deal with them quickly certainly helped.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Going to have to put that cult down. Sooner or later."[/colour] Shane said, in a tone that those unfamiliar with him could mistake for boredom instead of his general speaking voice these days. He deliberately looked at Trisha when he said it, quietly stressing to her the importance of doing so. [colour=SteelBlue]"Kids or not, they'll keep being a problem. Might know something that could help us too."[/colour] His dead-eyed gaze then shifted to the magical experts who's credentials he wasn't exactly wowed by.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Can't speak about "Horned God"s and such, but they will do something stupid if they feel cornered. So somethin' more substantial than just a surprise attack is goin' to have to be in place before I throw my lot in."[/colour] Shane had an uncanny ability for speaking in such a way where it could easily be mistaken as him speaking to himself. Indifferent on whether or not you were listening. His expression turned vaguely thoughtful as he continued.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Abandoned or not, the resort's likely got pictures of it online in some capacity. Definitely on a map with the surrounding area. If you're asking my take, which you're not, it'd be smart to get an idea of the place they've holed in. Entrances, exits, what have you. Might not be completely accurate now; but s'better than goin' in blind."[/colour]

Turning his head to face his family. Though, still possibly also talking to the experts as well. Or maybe no one.

[colour=SteelBlue]"We've got some of their names and a few ideas of the places they haunt down in East Araminta. One of 'em may have seen us skulking around. Maybe. One of 'em also allegedly works down in a gas station nearby too."[/colour] Shrugging, hands still firmly in their pockets. [colour=SteelBlue]"Might be an idea to cut off the places they can go to if some of 'em slip by. Possibly get some home addresses. Somethin' to consider."[/colour]

[colour=SteelBlue]"Not everyone here's a fighter."[/colour] His face turned to look at Justin, this time no mistaking who he was speaking to. [colour=SteelBlue]"Even if they are?..."[/colour]

They might still refuse.

If there was one thing every Vanburen seemed to have in common from Shane's perspective, it was stubbornness. 

[colour=SteelBlue]"Either way. I'm sure you've all got your own opinions on the matter."[/colour]

A mumbled blanket statement as Shane turned and shuffled towards one of the railings, away from it all. He didn't imagine anything he said would be taken on board by his family but, hopefully, the kids might apply some of it. Shane disengaged from the proceedings as he allowed his siblings to no doubt vent their own conflicting thoughts and feelings about the situation. Justified or not.

He'd bluffed somewhat. He was likely going with the kids regardless. Partly because he was one of the more physical members of the Vanburens in both talents and power, as far as he was aware. Partly because, if the worst should pass he might as well be on the frontlines. Likely some of his brothers and sisters wouldn't mind one less sibling to deal with.