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Ysabelle	The email to her solicitor had been brief. 'Sally, we met at the race track and I'd like to talk to you when you have a chance.' And that had been it. Thankfully, Ysabelle hadn't met any other Sally of late and that made remembering the woman with her silver eyes and metal interspersed within her flesh all the easier. And such a unique resonance as well, all that temporal energy and violence. An easy trail to follow... And so, having spent the day before setting up and then enacting the finding ritual that would lead her to where Molly was now, the youthful looking Magus was all set to go say hello. Dressed tonight in a gown of vivid red with divided skirts for ease of movement, the woman has foregone pulling her hood up - so it's easy to see the small star-shaped ruby hanging on a gold chain against her forehead. Her ice-white skin and sparkling eyes on full display as syllables pour from lips painted blood red, her hand (with nails lacquered to match of course) shifts through a series of movements, and she steps... To appear with an ear popping change of pressure into the dark of Madripoor. A heavy looking door before her. After all, it would be /rude/ to just appear in the woman's home. Three loud knocks, the product of a simple flow of air, echo through Molly's abode.
Rose Kolodny	There's no doubt sounds inside, the vague bustle of conversation, and metal, above, the baleful red eye of a metallic spider turning its alien regard on her. But it doesn't take long before the aug herself appears at the door, opening it with an upnod and the barest gesture inside with a tight smile. There's no doubt people in the main room. Some of them might be sleeping. Drinking. Preparing, who knows? But she gestures towards the employee's only door with a low,"Thank you for coming." She could go with 'how'd you find the place?' or a hundred other things, but right now they're not terribly relevant. And in truth she's not particularly interested in chancing her current allies overhearing their conversation.
Ysabelle	Following along in silence, Ysabelle gives a small smile and a nod. The thing that the cyborg will likely find the most odd though, is that the magus doesn't try to get a peek at the sleeping or resting people. In fact, she seems content to get out of the way and into the Employee's area. A glance around the room, and that's the length of her curiousity on the location at least. The woman smiles gently, pitching her voice low enough not to carry through the door; "You are very welcome Miss Shears." Ysabelle's hands come to rest lightly against her lower abdomen as she asks; "Would you like me to keep our conversation private? I'm afraid your missive wasn't very enlightening on what you might need of me..." Because this really doesn't look like a social meeting place to the old Magus.
Rose Kolodny	"Molly." she opts for before nodding slightly,"At least two of the people out there have hearing as good or better than mine. And I don't know them well enough to share all my business with them." there's a tired kind of smile,"Please... sit, would you like something to drink? I have a few questions for you if you don't mind, and I didn't... want to particularly put your stuff out there, either. Especially when communicating with an intermediary."
Ysabelle	"Of course Molly." Ysabelle smiles, finding a spot to sit without really seeming to consider the layer of grime on most things. It seems her prim attitudes don't exclude her from getting dirty at least. Molly might /feel/ the air shift in the room as the Magician moves one hand, seemingly to adjust her skirts, but in fact directing flows of air to create a wall that sound will not pass through. The murmurs outside just fall silent for the cyborgs advanced hearing. "Done..." Ysabelle says needlessly before looking up. "And tea would be lovely, but if not that..." She looks about, considering her surroundings. "A small tott of brandy wouldn't go amiss."
Rose Kolodny	"I gave up the Sally identity, but knew you wouldn't know who Molly is, so... efficiency." Molly offers with a vague sort of smile, nodding slightly before she turns to grab a clean glass and a bottle of brandy from the kitchenette's cupboard. She pours a measure into the glass before offering it out,"Long story very short. Folks out there are fighting ninja that want to open the seven gates of heaven or... something along those sort of lines. I'm not going to pretend that I understand the mystical aspect. But I was hoping that maybe you have some pointers about shit I should avoid the hell out of if I want to keep my current limb configuration."
Ysabelle	The glass is accepted, the woman breathing in over it as she listens to Molly explaining the situation. Finally she sips the drink, swallowing without any outward sign in regards to the drink's strength. The glass then comes to rest in her lap, held in place by both hands. "Well, mysticism is a rather eclectic subject." She starts, her mind working to find the most pertinent aspects to warn the other woman of. "Stay away from the edges of doorways and portals, most of them have a shearing effect." That's the main one that jumps to mind. "And if they start talking in a language you don't know, or moving their hands like I do. Get behind something." It might not help, but then again it might - depending on the spell. "Without seeing what they use, it's rather like asking someone 'how do I strip that gun', but without telling them which gun you mean." There, that seemed a rather neat analogy.
Rose Kolodny	There's a brief laugh from Molly and a conceding nod of her head,"Fair point." she agree's,"The chanting thing these guys were already doing earlier. Apparently we killed them in enough time, maybe, but there was this... guy... who was trying to open a portal, and he fell onto a knife and burst into flame practically underneath me. And I'm not exactly flush with people that know about the mystical." she grimaces,"But that... was just kind of... a corollary? To something I wanted to ask you about. So... these guys... they're trying to stop someone from opening a door from this world... to somewhere else... but if someone wanted to say... open a door, from here to New York... how bad an idea would that be?"
Ysabelle	"Here to somewhere else?" The woman cocks a black brow but doesn't press. It's not like Molly seems to know enough to be holding something back. "Don't be sure you stopped them though, if he was sacrificed within the circle of whatever he was trying to do... You might have completed a part of it anyway." She pauses, then shrugs with a sigh; "Just be careful please Molly, people often underestimate just how subtle and subversive magic can be." And with that final warning, she turns her mind to the new set of queries. "There's nothing wrong with linking one space with another within our own world. Other than the risk of them getting damaged and closing with someone going through, it's not all that dangerous at all." She laughs softly and adds; "I do it all the time." Before taking a sip of the brandy.
Rose Kolodny	"I appreciate the concern, but these people already have an idea of what I look like and where to find me, so, better to see it through than have to try and rebuild for the second time in a week." Molly drawls as she prowls over to perch on the edge of the bed,"Given the way nations appear to be in this world... probably considered illegal? But say I wanted to have such a door. So that the folks downstairs in the shortterm... and people in general can get from this place to other cities with minimal issue... is it possible? And if so... what would it cost to organize?"
Ysabelle	The woman purses her lips just a fraction, it smoothing away soon after as she offers a small rolling of her shoulders, a shrug perhaps? "The cost is more time, and perhaps some reagents to help embed the door in more. If it's in use often, then you want a certain level of redundency in the spell..." Looking around again, it seems other concerns become more pretinent. "Can I ask what this place is going to be used for? I have no objections in principle to giving you and your friends the ability to get between cities quickly, but I need to know this gift won't be abused." And then there's the subject of legalities... "As for whether countries would consider it illegal..." Both her brows raise a little; "Are you genuinely concerned? Because it never really factors into my decisions."
Rose Kolodny	"I mean, to me... or from me, for your services?" Molly ventures,"It's going to be a bar. I'm not inclined to return to America, but I have friends there, and if I needed to... I can't exactly get on a plane. I know mutants that can hop around but hadn't really... given much thought to the potential for magic until earlier. So I suppose it depends on whether you count that as abuse. And am I concerned for me? No, not really. But it'd be pretty shitty to ask you to do something and not mention the potential that some people might get pissy about it." at least, as far as Molly's concerned. "I've not got a lot right now, most of what I had went into just trying to get this place. But... well, as ridiculous as this all is, you're the only actual not-a-hoax magician I've... met."
Ysabelle	Ysabelle's smile turns to that maternal one from their first meeting as Molly continues to speak. The mutant comment gets an actual look of genuine surprise, a rarity for the older woman, but that smile doesn't shift. In the end the smile widens, even if that maternal nature is still there. "That's very kind of you to consider my well being. And it's reason enough to do this for you." She pauses, taking a third small sip from the glass of brandy, this time letting the glass rest on the table. "My price is a favour, so that at a later date if I need someone with your skills, I'll ask." She raises a finger; "It is not a favour you /must/ do, but if you feel it is of equal worth, then you do it, and we consider the debt paid." She smiles gently; "Money isn't something I need to worry about. And unless you have any magical texts left by your Heaven-Sent Ninja's, then I doubt you have anything that I would need, or want." Her hand settles back in her lap, awaiting Molly's answer.
Rose Kolodny	It's a little odd for Molly, considering in her eyes the other woman looks younger than she is, but the majority of her eyeing is stymied by her own silver lenses,"There's many things I am... I find that screwing people on a contract tends to be a bad idea though." there's a faint smile from her as she considers before dipping her head,"If you can do this, I'm not sure there's anything I can do that would really be equal in worth, but if you find a need, I'll do it. And no. A knife, but it belongs... well, sort of it belongs to the guy they stabbed with it. I got the impression that it was a serious thing that it had his blood on it, which is why I figured it was best not to leave it laying about."
Ysabelle	"I'll take that as payment if you like." Ysabelle answers perhaps just a fraction too quickly. It's clear she realises as well as she adds; "I tend to take dangerous artifacts to remove them from general circulation. Though it sounds like you've already dispensed of it. So no matter there..." She does that odd, rolling shoulder shrug again before standing to offer a hand; "So we have an accord then? I will do your doorways, and you will owe me a favour to be repaid when and if I have need. But not should you think the favour is too..." She casts about in her mind looking for the right word, settling on; "Dangerous. I have no intention of using you poorly in response to such openness about the expected problems." Her smile returns again, the hand held between them, waiting.
Rose Kolodny	"Out of respect for the man to whom it rightfully belongs, I will have to ask him first." Molly says apologetically,"If he's agreed, I'd be happy to turn it over to you." she rises to her feet to accept the hand for a firm, if careful, shake,"One way or another, I'll repay you for this, thank you." she agree's quietly,"If you wish privacy for it, I'll arrange to make sure that the team is otherwise... occupied. There's doors into unused storerooms below that... hopefully, will suit the purpose?"
Ysabelle	"It doesn't even need to be a real doorway, but that will certainly make it easier to hide from people. I'll work a command phrase as well, so that you won't have random children walking into your bar." That works better than keys she's found, if only because phrases cannot be stolen. "Maybe an extra spell to divert unwanted attention... Hmm..." She's clearly getting lost in the problem now, the hand shake is almost a surprise. Almost. "I have no doubt that you intend to." She agrees with Molly regarding repayment. "I imagine there's some urgency as well, if you have no problems with me just appearing downstairs, I can get started as soon as I have the required items." No need to come by the front door once she has permission after all. "Ah! And I have one of these now too..." From a fold in her dress she produces a small vellum business card, a tiny bloodstone is secured in the middle of the paper, with her name above, and a cell number below. "Probably easier than using the fake solicitor again..." She grins softly. "Shall I show myself out? You look tired Molly, have you been getting enough rest?" She just can't help showing a little maternal concern, if only a little.
Rose Kolodny	"Real doorways would be preferable. Easier, and less... likely to break my brain." Molly opts for with some amusement, tilting her head as Ysabelle's mind is already on the problems,"It would certainly help with the current efforts, I feel. Travel time limits the availability of resources. And I have no problem with it, simply that it is my policy to preserve the privacy of others unless their choice and consent allows otherwise." she accepts the card carefully, smoothing a finger over the stone with a slight dip of her head,"It was the first resource that I could locate... and I figured that it was a message... specific enough to draw attention, but vague enough not to arouse attention from undesired sources." There's a laugh again,"That's... generally my line, but, no. Now that... this... is organized, I'll try to get a few hours in before we need to get moving. Thank you again." and with that, she's apparently content to go and stretch out for now at least.