It's raining in London... again (RP)

"Of course you're not a delivery boy, that's why I'm asking you to help me. I need someone who is capable," Jacob tries to reassure Jim.

"Think for a moment. When this is all over, you'll be the one who delivered a magical book and the one who foiled the plans of an evil wizard. You will be the envy of all your colleagues".

Jacob remains silent for a moment, to give him time to consider his proposal.

"I'll find the book, and Millicent will owe us big time. Meanwhile, you find out about Chaudry, and when I've finished him off, I'll let everyone know it was thanks to you. Do we have a deal?"

Rhiannon does her best to track down any of the demon parts. Unfortunately she didn’t get the teacher’s number and has no idea what school the kids were from. To top it off she can’t find any evidence near the mage’s last known location.

She has to pull out her phone and call up Mark, "Mark, I am worried about these demons. The pieces might be reviving and I am not sure I got them all. Do you know a way to track them down ?"

Mark stood outside the Sanctum doors watching the building and its several stained, arched glass panels. A lightning struck somewhere close, giving a flash of light followed by the booming thunder. He proceeded to open the door and get inside the house. Even though it was big, the sound of rain seemed to be closer, echoing throughout the house. He went to grand library and started taking out books about demonology (which he had very few) and arcane implements. Lighting up a lamp, he started researching staves.

After almost two hours, he took his arcane implements and went to the large working room. It had several tables and instruments, including a large empty floor space to draw summoning circles. All his books were kept open at the table, where Mark took meticulous measurements of the stave, did component studies, and did several sketches of the body. After some more time, he brewed coffee and looked back at his table. Jena used to sit on the other one and constantly poke holes in his theories. He absentmindedly smiled at the thought. He really missed those time and Jena's company. Finishing the coffee, he started inducing minute magic on the stave, trying to see how it reacted back. At one point, certain magic caused it to fire a projectile of flame that shot out and scorched the opposite wall. He took a break from the work and started an old gramophone music player.

After, he came back and drew a large goetic symbol on the floor, keeping the wand in the centre to contain its magic. This was going to be an elaborate spell to see the potential of the stave contained in a protection circle. Taking a deep breath, he infused magic into the stave, waiting to see how it reacted.

"Certainly, apologies if there was any misunderstanding. I'll make sure not to mention you," Jacob concedes."You have my number, so please let me know if you hear anything. Now, I have a book to find," he adds with a wink, allowing Jim to finish his breakfast.

Rhiannon adds a call to Benji as she stands outside of an old warehouse where there are assuredly no hellhounds and no mages. She thinks that maybe she's being a bit too much like her old self when she has people she could have, at least, tried to get information from. She picks up her phone and types in a text:

Rhiannon: Hey Benji. I looked around the old place where I found that hellhound ring and not a single sign of a mage or the stone demons. Any chance you happened to get some info?

The work on the Stave continued when Mark's cellphone rang. "Rhiannon. You say that they are reforming? That's indeed troublesome. I can try to track the pieces down but I am busy now. I am working on a spell to nullify their stave so I don't think I can help you today. Maybe tomorrow?"

Jacob waves Jim goodbye, and returns to the comfort of his bookshop. After arranging for a repair service to mend the apartment's shattered window and refresh the ceiling's paint, he delves into the true task at hand. His research leads him down several paths: one traces the life of Millicent Fawcett, and explores the connection between her and M. Shelley or Lord Byron, and a second seeks a rare edition of Frankenstein, possibly annotated by Byron himself.

She chuckles at Benji and texts back:
"Don’t you just drink your usual? I know a few goths at Uni who’d probably be happy to be Bella to your Edward. If you need some real healing though I might be able to hook you up. Let me check."

She gives a call to her normal doctor, a former girlfriend who is somewhat in the know. Beverly Hallson has seen a few demons and fixed Rhiannon enough to know other things exist. "Hey Bev, I have a friend who got hurt by some demons. He needs some healing and you’re my usual go to. Just be warned he has fangs and a penchant for drinking blood."

While she is talking with her friend she drives down to Green Park and does some looking around. Something in the area might show as being demonic. She hopes…

With Mark she texts back:
"No, you nullify that stave. Benji had some leads that I am following. Just keep me in the loop. Thanks!"

Mark read the text and then went back to his work with the stave. Hours went by, when he finally understood, that he needed a bigger infusion of arcane energy to see its full potential. He prepared food and started eating. His eyes darted to his phone, and he remembered about Jena. This could have been so much easier with her around. Maybe he will call her and request her aid. But not in the sanctum. Finishing his meal, he took the phone and gave a call.

"Jena, how was the treasure hunt? I think I would need your help but don't worry, you don't have to come to the sanctum. Is there any abandoned place where we can do some experiments without people noticing?"