Man, no one was EVER going to let her sleep, huh' It might have taken Jewell kicking a few more times, but finally, the tall blonde dressed only in a gray wifebeater and a pair of black undies answered the door, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"'Chea" Oh, hey babe. 'Sup?"

She smiled groggily, squinting at Jewell as her eyes tried to adjust to the light.

"You got somethin' for us?"

Growing a little frustrated, Jewell had indeed kicked the door several more times before the hottness that is Trixie opened up. The groggy hipster earned a small smile of greeting from the Empress for looking too cute in her little get-up.

"You got somethin' for us?"

"Actually it was sent to me but I thought you should see it..."

Jewell didn't get any further than that when Brian spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere. Now, it was no big secret that some of them were just a tad on edge throughout this whole ordeal. Jewell was not exempt from that at all.

Still in a bit of a morning funk, she was startled by Brian and jumped a bit, almost dropping the box one more time. To her eternal disgust, she had to cradle it to her chest to avoid dropping it. When she realized she was doing so she quickly held it out from her body again.

"It seems my sister dear, that our activities as of late have not gone unnoticed by someone or something. Jenai and I were blessed with a pair of lips, what pray tell might you have to share with us?"

She stared at her brother during his query, barely remembering to return his nod as her face was drained of all color. Lips. She couldn't contain her shudder.

"I'd rather...you just look. I don't really want to talk about it," she muttered, casting her eyes down some. That was really unfair to them as she considered her present particularly gruesome, but she really couldn't find the appropriate words to describe what was inside the box.

"Maybe we could come in, Trix?" Daring a look up to the blonde.

"Definitely male too," she uttered miserably after Trixie's assessment of what her box held. She was glad to hand it over, although she knew she was burdening the already burdened Sisters with this she just could not deal with this herself.

"Yeah. Come inside. S'prolly a bad idea ta have you standin' outside."

At the mention of it being a bad idea to stand outside the hairs on her arms rose. She doubted that they were being watched at the moment, she didn't really feel like they were, but just the idea that they could be. It all made her highly uncomfortable.

"Yeah...inside would be good." She offered the now frowning Trix a little smile as she passed her into the Sanctuary.

With both boxes in her hands, she up-nodded Brian as a way of thanks for the door holding, then turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

She did have enough sense to call out a "Make yourself at home, want anythin' ta' drink?" to the trio behind her, even though two of them already did live here.

She moved to a remote line of counters and set the boxes down, setting them at least two feet apart from each other. She tossed a wary glance to the one gifted to Jewell, but investigated Brian and J.J.'s, first.

She held the lips in her hand, her own lips pulled back as she near growled at the dead tissue in her palm. That expression only got more severe when she actually read the note.

Unable to contain her canine curiousity, she threw the contents of Brian and Jen's box back inside and snatched up the one Jewell had gotten. Sure, a severed penis was really gruesome, but she didn't think to investigate it too much. She dug for the note with identical hand-writing, her emerald eyes becoming a more menacing green as she took in each jotted line.

She snarled at the end. A real and true snarl, her hands forming fists that shook. The notecard was wrinkled and rumpled in her hand. Her head hung down, her teeth snapping at the air between her chin and chest. This is exactly what she'd been afraid of...others getting sucked into their mess. She wondered if Keaton had been sent anything, but then, he would have been by already. Or would be by, soon. That's if they knew about Keaton. Oh God, she was so not happy about this. She was so not ready for this. She needed Issy here.

Without thinking, she lifted the fist holding the letter and inhaled deeply. She caught her own smell, which she couldn't really distinguish as that, and Jewell's scent. But she was working for the one beneath. Her unoccupied hand groped for the note Brian and Jenai had gotten, and that too was lifted to her nose. Inhale, inhale, inhale. She could almost just get it there, beneath everything else. She just couldn't hold onto it.

For once, she'd been so wrapped up in what she was doing that she really didn't notice Jewell enter. She didn't jump when she heard her voice, though. She just stood up a little straighter and pretended she wasn't ready to lash out at something.

Her voice wavered a little as she answered, but for the most part, it was normal Trixie speaking, rather than high-strung, close-to-changing mutt.

"Thassa good idea, Jewell. But...an' I say this 'cuz I do care about you, an' your kids, even though I haven't met 'em....but anyway...I'll take the packages to the Watch. I know ya love Izz, but you got a family to look out for, an' so do I. From here, take a step back, ya know" Get yourself out of this business. I juss'...I can't have you hurt because of someone after us. K" I juss' can't."

She kept her back to the fae the whole time, but she wasn't being insincere in her plea. Jewell was smart enough to be able to catch her struggling in speech, both from pushing back the creature howling to be let out and from the fact that she was pushing a friend away.

This was getting to her worse than it should. But then, this was different from anything else she'd dealt with. Sure, she'd had to defend the Island once or twice"but that was the Island, a place full of Sisters. There were only a handful of them, here, and this wasn't the sort of situation she could be an impartial Judge in. This concerned people she knew, people she loved, the only people she had in this whole stupid world, really. How the Hell was she supposed to detach herself long enough from that to face this like she would any other crime"

Watching Trixie and Jewell head into the kitchen, Brian gently took Jenai's and they followed. Quietly, he watched Trixie and listened to the exchange she and Jewell had shared. He could relate to both women on many levels, Jewell for her fear and determination regardless of it. Trixie for her concern, and emotional attachments in regards to those around her, and those involved voluntarily, or agaist their will. Emotions that could possibly make one sloppy in some regards, then again those same attachments could work to make someone that more determined to see this through, and that's where it came to Jewell. She was that opposite end of the spectrum and her words rang true in Brian's heart.

He thought back to the events past, and now what was going on. It was true they had NO idea of what they were facing. Save a monster of some kind, and a brutal one at that. Four dead so far, more hinted at and they weren't any closer, save the clues left in the card Brian and Jen had recieved. Still they had a shot, and would be damned if they walked away from this by any means. Brian looked between Trixie, Jewell and his beloved and nodded to reaffirm Jewell's words as he pulled Jen's hand up gently, and kissed it.

"My sister is correct, we cannot and will not walk away from this one, not at all. This is personal to us all, and we are more than just friends...Your family here has helped mine on countless occasions, and we have helped you as well, we are all closer than friends and no one was 'dragged' in, as they in the end chose to assist in this. No matter what comes, we do this together and see it through to the end. It's as easy as that. As it stands, others will suffer if we don't act decisively enough, and we could use all the help we can muster. This person seems a step ahead, and we need to close the gap.

I understand concerns about being getting involved and what not, then again I see no other place we would rather be at the present, at least until this is settled, that's another matter entirely. So you sisters are stuck with us Ravenlocks for a good while yet to come, so what?s our next move" I figure to head to that location specified in the card Jen and I recieved, and see what I can drum up, what about you ladies?"

Brian winked to Jen, and offered a squeeze of her hand and a smile. He meant that part about 'not wanting to be anywhere else, until this was settled' just for her, and their plans yet to come. For now though, it was back to business and business seemed to be picking up.

Brian quieted down and listened, and truth be told listened well. He knew where Trixie was coming from but wondered if she had any idea of what he and Kerri had already done in regards to this, or for that fact Jenai as well. It was not a simple case of 'innocents' and 'wards' and more so. The Ravenocks were no one's wards, and they sure as hell weren't innocent by any means.

Brian and Jenai had already talked this over, as did he and Mirage, and he knew exactly what the risks were, as he knew his sister did as well. Innocents were those brutally murdered, and whether they were marked with the 'scales' or not, they were killed in cold blood and someone needed to pay, and that coupled with what was appearing to be a case of someone against the sisters was more than enough to deem Brian's attention. Sides, he made it a bad habit of poking his nose into dealings such as this all the time, and well before he had met Jenai and the others.

So that said and done, he let Trixie finish up, and was getting ready to speak when she continued.

"We can track the person down together. But when push comes to shove, I want you two out of there. I will not risk you, even if that is a damn stupid move on my part. Understand" Also, we're probably going to have to move you to a hiding spot."

He watched her move to head out, as she mentioned fresh air, and spoke before she could leave.

"Okay, you had your shot, and here's ours. First off, we don't hide and we don't run. This isn't about who gets what shot at who, or who finishes this. This is about seeing it through to the end and making sure it doesn't repeat itself. Push comes to shove, you can betcher ass my sister and I will be knee deep in someone's ass and will fight till we can't, and even then I won't promise we'd stop. This isn't your part, this is 'our' part, as we are 'all' involved. I don't do this out of obligation, I do it because people have died and wil continue to do so, according to our gift giver, and on top of that those close to me have been hurt, with threats of harm to more.

Whether it affected you all or not, this is something I would have looked into regardless, and since we gained this persons attention, leaving is out of the question. My place is where it has always been, at Jen's side and each of yours as well. I am not an innocent, I am not the f*cking cook or help, I am Brian. That's it. Just Brian, lover of Jen, ally to Scathatch and her daughters, the same Brian who has gone on countless patrols, helped with missions and just been around for whatever and I feel my sister thinks the same of herself...Save the lover of Jen part. You were right, this isn't a debate. I have been working on this since the rumors started and have invested FAR too much time into this, I will not see it wasted over a debate of who protects who, or who adores who.

We all love each other, we have and will bleed for each other and we each will see this through to the end, and that's it. You want us to be safe, we want you to be safe, we all want everyone to be safe, so the best place for that to happen is to be next to each other until this is settled. So you watch our backs, we watch yours, they watch ours, and we all meet at the end together. Sounds crazy enough that it just might work. Sides, we all are taking different avenues in this, all to get to the same goal.

So get your fresh air, take some time and come on back and let's figure out what the hell we are gonna do. My plans stick, I am getting my gear and headed to the place specified to see what they left me. Let me know, or let us know better yet, if ya have any ideas or plans as well. We all need to get on the same page, yeah?"

Brian stood there a moment, and offered a friendly smile. He respected Trixie more than she would ever know, and knew she meant every word she said from her heart, and hoped she respected him in that same manner. He knew they could not be divided in the least, as that is what the enemy would most likely want. A unified front was the best deal at present, and he truly hoped that is what they were working for.

"I...whatever."

She answered, feeling a little outnumbered. She shrugged her shoulders and hooked her thumbs in the bikini string of the black panties as she headed on outside.

So they were going to go along and do what they wanted. Fine. She'd deal. But she couldn't commit to actually working with them in the fight. You see, Trixie, whether she wanted it or not, was often forced to be a loner when it came to matters of dispensing justice. When she got carried away, she was more likely to turn...give in to the beasties, and all...and she didn't like her friends and family to be around when it happened.

"Let 'em do what they think best. You can't have it your way all the time. Or, ya know, ever."

She moped along the outside of the Sanctuary, arms crossed over her chest.

"Goddess...grant me strength. The internal kind."

Brian watched Jenai as she spoke, and nodded to himself somewhat. His eyes then passed to Trixie a bit as she left, and in truth it bothered him. He knew full well out of all the sisters Trixie was the most solitary. She worked best alone, and when she went full out she was a true force of nature in every sense of the word.

He had no intention of being in the way, but knew if they really wanted to put an end to this they would need to work as many angles as they could, and try to find some common direction. He had no true want to get into it with anyone, and if he could offer support from a logistic stand point, more the better as he knew the sisters were more than able to hold their own.

Offering a soft kiss to Jenai's cheek, Bri smiled warmly and softly spoke.

"Alright sweetheart, I'm gonna head out to that spot and see what we can do, so I'll meetcha in a bit and we can compare notes" Or do you want to come too?"

"That's m'girl Jewell. Invites are always fun. Good idea on the Lucien front, that may offer us a break from the locals a bit as they try to track it down, I'll grab my stuff and make ready to head out. Maybe we can meet later and compare notes? After that I need to head to the University to talk to Garet."

Moving to his sister, he offered a kiss to her cheek and smiled.

"Just like old times, eh' gods I am proud of you."

Backing away, he smiled to Jen and kissed her cheek in turn, and left the kitchen, heading to his own room.