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

Benji is already twelve minutes deep into Bach’s Partita No. 3 in E major when the first commuters step off the train, his violin case open on the ground in front of him with a few coins scattered inside to encourage donations. He’s always there, playing for the commuters when the first train pulls into the station every morning though he’s not so much an early riser as the exact opposite. He usually plays in the mornings and evenings when the station is most busy and retreats to his Haven to sleep in the middle of the day.

He frowns to himself as the unusual group of men step off the train and wonders if he ought to tell Jacob. It does seem like the kind of thing Jacob would be interested in…

Well, in any case, he’s halfway through the Bourrée. He can’t very well stop now.

He finishes the Partita and waits for the group to leave the platform. Once they’re gone, he fusses with his phone for a few moments (he still hasn’t quite got the hang of all this mobile telephone stuff) before finally managing to call Jacob.

"Jacob! Hello!" he says loudly the millisecond Jacob picks up, apparently completely oblivious to the fact that he might have woken Jacob up. "How are you? Well, I hope? This weather’s been fantastic, hasn’t it? I mean, I don’t much care for the wet, but it does make it a lot easier to get around during the day. Anyway, why was I calling? Oh, yes! I thought you might like to know that there are some people – only I’m not sure they’re actually people – at the station who appear to be headed your way. They seem kind of…" Benji pauses as he considers how best to describe the group he saw. "…big and unpleasant?"

Mark was watching the cloudy sky wondering and weighing his situation. The threads shift and spin, bringing new shape to the tapestry, telling a different tale for a different Arcanist. That was the message given to him by High Oracle Mistress Nagajuna Basint, the seeress of the Order. She is given the charge of reading the planetary bodies and understanding the portents, and due to her exceptional talents, the Order has survived for long time navigating the dangers and perils that appear before them. Mark had received a letter from her and he had promptly started making his own divinations. The Order wants their Arcane wielders to be always prepared and strive to polish their skills. Divination was not Mark's strong forte, and he had struggled to understand the meaning of all the cryptic readings.

In front of Mark stood a table filled with threads, pins, tarot cards and coloured glass marbles kept over a map of London. All his readings has shown that something will come from West but he couldn't pinpoint what it is. The thread-pins are randomly collated towards the west side of the map, as were some marbles. The Tarot cards stood, showing an inverted Tower and Fool.

Mark had forgotten how cold his coffee had become so he looked at it and made a sign as plumes of smoke started coming off the cup again. He took the mug and drank, watching the people cross the rain-slicked streets. He had been unable to piece together his divination, and the only way to work this out was to face it before it became a problem. He kept the mug on the basin and took out a rain jacket and an umbrella. He stared at his table for one last time and then proceeded to move out, locking the door behind him.

OOC: Mark will move to Picadilly Circus and Study the place to found out something odd.

The sun hasn't even risen when Jacob's phone rings. Still sleepy, Jacob picks it up and sees 'Benji' on the screen. The busker is babbling some nonsense about the weather, and Jacob is about to hang up when he finally gets to the point.

"Big and unpleasant? I see. Thanks for the warning, Benji. Would you like to come to the surprise party if you have nothing more interesting to do?", he asks the vampire. Maybe Crowley or Fierna have finally decided to teach him a lesson in his own home. He could run away and seek the safety of his magically protected bookshop, but he would hate to leave his house in the hands of these thugs.

Rhiannon lives in a crappy place near Covent Garden it is run down, broken, and covered with graffiti. Her phone rings and she wakes up to answer it. She hears Circe’s voice on it telling her about the demon hit squad. That wakes her up and gets her blood pumping.

She calls another TA and asks them to cover her class, then gets ready and heads out. She decides she doesn’t have time to get her car, does she ever, and just grabs her bike and heads out once she’s dressed. Her bow is strategically strapped onto her bike’s frame and her arrows are in her backpack.

Mark doesn't want to give out his location or intent yet, so he opened up his umbrella and stood at one corner like a boring everyday pedestrian. But he kept his senses up and tried to discreetly watch what the group is and where they were going.

She's well used to rain and, at least, here in London it's nothing near as cold as Northern Ireland. She's probably told more stories about the cold and wretched weather that start with, "Back in Ireland" than could be counted. So, when the bus splashes her with the water in a deluge she gives the driver a good Gaelic curse.

The bus drives off and she's pushing her sopping red hair out of her eyes when the drops of water blur her vision a bit. It's in that blurred vision that she sees one of them for what he truly is. He's headed into a small alley and she begins to smile. She whispers to herself, "Alright boyos, time to see just what you are made of."

She rides over to the alleyway and pulls her bow from the frame of her bike, an arrow comes from her bag, then she slides into the alleyway after her prey. She's soft and silent as she moves, a deadly predator even in the daytime.

Jacob watches the scene from the relative safety of his upstairs apartment. From the window, he can see Benji hiding in the shadows of a nearby doorway, but Jacob is unsure of the vampire's options against these demons (now that they have entered the alley, he can clearly see what they are). Additional muscle might be needed, so Jacob grabs his phone again to text Rhiannon.

Good morning, my lady. Looks like some of our diabolical friends are still at odds with us, I have an unpleasant visit at the bookstore.