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[hider][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=515pkdGdyao[/youtube][/hider][/center][right][h1][color=C67C12]Leon[/color] and [color=8882be]Lynette[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=C67C12]Mentions:[/color] [color=CD5C5C]Linqian Han,[/color] [color=f4eb93]Britney Williams,[/color] [color=000000]Everleigh Thorne,[/color]  Alizee Altiere | [color=C67C12]Location:[/color] St. Portwell, Oregon: The Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals [/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent] [color=f4eb93][quote]Personal investigation' before she... you know.[/quote][/color]
Leon spun in his seat trying to figure it all out when it was really just so simple. It all snapped into place, like he could hear his Father's voice in his head. She was just stressed... Just like everyone else, she was probably tense about what was going on. And, now that the concentration in the city was rising again, blowing off a little steam like she'd been known to before. Like him, she probably just wanted things to bottom out so that they could figure out just what the fuck was going on. It was all dumb. Poor Alizee had died over recklessness and complacency, and there was nothing he could do to bring her smile back. Another person taken from him, only this time it was a complete clusterfucking crossfire.

His massive hand climbed up to rub his chin as Leon turned his body.
[color=C67C12]"Personal investigation, I get. That's why I didn't bother going to Auri's little pow-wow; I had my own ideas about this Father Wolf from the jump."[/color]
[color=CD5C5C][quote]She came, Then left soon as Kali said he was a fed. It was a whole thing. Eve here nearly shot him.[/quote][/color]
Leon turned a bit more to make sure his body language included her in the conversation. Any input at this point was better than none, and if she'd seen what happened there he was all ears.
[color=CD5C5C][quote]I assume she went to Veni Vedi because Auri said she found a lead there.[/quote][/color]
Fair, he nodded along as she continued about what had happened thinking about the conversations the two of them had about possibilities prior to the big meeting.
[color=CD5C5C][quote]Knowing Alizée she went in there causing a scene. Kinda her fault she died.[/quote][/color]
Alright, again fair but uncalled for. Leon bit his tongue to hold in the gut reaction, but he couldn't stop a scowl from spreading across his face as Linqian approached him and began to lay into him in front of at least a dozen followers, as well as the other Sycamore members.

Leon held his jaw clenched as Linqian spewed venom into his face until she finally pulled back and released his personal space from assault. Twenty years of meditation and deep breathing exercises for moments just like this... Leon ground his teeth together slightly, like rolling a piece of chewing gum between his molars, then nodded as the muscles in his face released their tension.
[color=C67C12]"Alright Linqian, good to see you too, first."[/color] he started, considering what he was about to say next very carefully. 
[color=C67C12]"You've certainly not lost your skill at tearing someone down, especially in the worst places... Now, I broke your car? Well, you're not the only one, but tonight you'll be the only one who has the chance to scream at me for it, so congratulations."[/color]
Again, Leon paused as he closed his eyes just a moment longer than a blink before opening them again. Happy place, Leon. Happy place.
[color=C67C12]"Now, while you [i]left[/i] St. Portwell after the Coven dissolved, Alizee didn't. And, amazingly, neither did I. No, see, we stayed because this place is home. But, people like you and your brother couldn't build good memories here. You left as soon as you could. So, while there were people here who [i]gladly[/i] would have helped you, well... You weren't here to help. Now you walk into a place where someone who had deep and serious issues came to escape her problems and be with people who cared about her; and you look at [i]my mother[/i] grieving over the loss of a beloved congregate and insult our practices that you know nothing about? Over [i]dollar fucking bills[/i]? You're damn lucky that we're in the middle of a fucking crisis or-"[/color]

[color=8882be]"Leon!"[/color]

Oh did her regal voice cut the room and Leon's trembling rage like a hot blade through soft butter. Visibly, Leon choked upon his words and turned back to see his mother standing at the pulpit in her place as Prophet. The sun beamed from her in his eyes, and a small tear welled up.
[color=8882be]"Steel yourself. Your fury and defense are both unnecessary in the case... For all that brave little Coven did, each of your old companions are welcome here in our House and are counted among our extended family. As any family, she hurts with us and we shall not turn her away... [color=CD5C5C]Young Lady,[/color] I encourage you to place your name and information in the Book of Registry, that we may deliver unto you the recompense that you deserve. Medical expenses and transportation necessities will be provided for without question. The same can be extended to any of the Sycamore Tree Coven's many disparate members."[/color]
Lynette's voice was firm and commanding, as if she was making a complete guarantee and unwilling to leave a shred of doubt in their minds that she was genuine.
[color=8882be]"Though, we do... Well... [color=000000]Sonnenrad's Remnants[/color] are not exactly the first people we'd like ourselves associated with, perhaps it's a necessary evil. Now, please... Register and be recognized as one of the most charming and graceful."[/color]
A woman from the group of onlookers broke away and came back rolling a special cart that had a massive tome of truly old paper. Even now, fresh names were being added to the entry columns, each with addresses and contact information. An archaic practice, but the only official way the Temple handled any kind of membership cursory or otherwise. In front of the book, an inkwell held a quill pen waiting for takers to jot their names down.