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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 28, 2011 23:49:43 GMT -5
If you are here converse here alot of the time you will be able to find clouse here.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 28, 2011 23:53:39 GMT -5
You see a man in a dark cloakover his head in the corner. hes been there everyday for the past week always oredering only one drink. aalways alone with a notebook.
at one point you saw andrew walk over and talk to the man for a few moments and then usher him to a side room where they where for about 5 minutes. then the man was gone never came from the room. But the next day was back at the same time in the corner with his one drink adn notebook.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 29, 2011 0:03:13 GMT -5
On this day after the man ordered his first drink Clouse walks up to him with the same drink and sets it down and says. nods smiles gentle and says "Its on the house"
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Post by sinoxide on Jun 29, 2011 2:35:22 GMT -5
-partaking in an idle checkup on the places known to be where her fam might be she undeniably noticed the coincidence of the man with the notebook, but honesty pray tell she missed the part about Andrew. She safely watches from a distance as Clouse approach the man-
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 29, 2011 16:27:24 GMT -5
Lucian was wiping mugs behind the bar, his eyes sharp for any signs of chaos, whether it was VII or some other origin. As he washed the mugs, a task he had taken as a simple mind numbing, yet relaxing routine he saw the man with the notebook enter.
It had been a night or two since he had met the man in person, and every time he'd look to the man with a welcoming eye, and a nod upwards for a greeting. When Clouse approached the man upon this night he leaned upon the counter, chatting with those who were at the bar- slipping money to the occasional street-ster to enter and get a drink.
He noticed M&M enter, smiling at the sight of his other friend. He had more recently learned to trust her, and found how efficient she could be. This showed in his tone and body language, he seemed a little more at ease knowing he had two friends and one positive acquaintance in the perimeter of the Tavern. He waved some to M&M, before continuing to serve drinks in a loose-casual outfit, the top three buttons of his shirt unkept.
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jun 29, 2011 19:18:32 GMT -5
:: walks into the Cricidrink with his laptop, sitting down at the end of the table ::
I'll take a bloody mary, extra bloody. I see the Crucidrink has been quite popular since opening! I'm glad to see all is going well. Is there anything you would like me to publish in the next Harpy report?
:: He looked eager for some good news to add to the report, to balance out the other news articles he was working on. ::
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 30, 2011 1:16:25 GMT -5
Charter thanks clouse for the drink. nods at the prince and looks around the bar. He looks at the man with the laptop, assuming only that he must be the princes friend or at least a member of this city with the mention of the harpie report. He continues to watch everyone as they mingle about the bar, always writing something.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 30, 2011 2:19:34 GMT -5
After being thanked seeming pleased he looks over a M &M and walks over and gives her a hug and a little spin. "It has been to long dear to long."
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jun 30, 2011 4:39:04 GMT -5
:: Seeing the bartender stare at him blindly at the drink request, he changes it up to something a little more acceptable. :: "I'll take an Irish Red Beer, a whole pitcher. I'll also buy a round for everyone here as well. The good stuff, naturally."
::Pulls out 300 dollars and sets it on the bar:: "That's should cover it nicely with tips, right?" ::Looking to the bartender with a smile::
:: I'm handed a pitcher of beer, deep amber red, and a glass full with the same. Raises his glass of beer to the sky:: "A Round of Drinks on me! Hell, make it two!"
::Drinking the beer I can feel the refreshing taste of blood, perfectly chilled and blended. I look to Lucian and ask him a question.:: "Micro brewed?"
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 30, 2011 22:17:28 GMT -5
The Bishop inquired as to the way the booze was made, and he'd lean back some against the metal of the sink in the wooden counter-top. He crossed his arms and shrugged a bit, speaking contently; "Clouse takes care of that department- assuming that I know him well enough, whatever would make it the best."
Lucian looked over his hands, their pale countenance even seemed to amaze him in this light. These moments seemed so new, actually. Never did he really speak and surround himself so much with the kindred he lorded over the many times he claimed Princehood about the world. If anything, he'd take on a Senechal and gain his trust, trusting him/her with knowing the Family.
But here, he was surprised to see he didn't much speak with his Senechal- it was all the rest of the Family he came around. He felt like he could trust almost all of them- and he might've been right.
"Manus Dei est, non Deus. Sed imperfecta et pristine. Ego tamdiu amissum, nunc vero domi." He said to himself as he'd look downward at his hads, his back arched against the wall facing the bar customers now.
(Those whose characters know Latin, he said; "My hand is that of God, but not God. So imperfect but so pristine. I have been lost for so long, but now I am home.")
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Psisoviet
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Poor And Generous And Nice.
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Post by Psisoviet on Jul 1, 2011 1:22:36 GMT -5
"Sic transit gloria mundi , mates" says andrew as he strolls in. "Whats the good word?"
(Thus passes the glory of the world ~latin transliterization)
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 1, 2011 1:49:37 GMT -5
charter smiles off in the cornor looking at his drink. 'its funny how the things that would normally tear these kindred apart are bringing them closer' he thinks to himself as he takes more notes.
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 1, 2011 12:16:39 GMT -5
-being pulled into a hug and a twirl she was a little dumbfounded. Having been so deep in thought lately, and observing all the time she forgot her body was that of a childe and the delayed reaction was very noticable as she smiled to Clouse- it indeed has been too long hasn't it, must we commemorate our meeting again with a fun game.. -she deviously smiles in hopes he recalls the Hatchet game they played during their first meeting-
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 1, 2011 14:55:09 GMT -5
"Hmmm a game sounds fun but what type of game shall we play maybe some sort of throwing game?"
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 1, 2011 22:59:16 GMT -5
"Aye, the good word is one of calm, and it is always the calmest before the storm." He'd shift his body over down the counter, leaning forward to speak with Andrew;
"Every night I stand over my people and wonder about the things they do, the goals they have and the 'lives' they now lead. I would wonder now, in this time of rather close disruption, how all the cards will be dealt." His voice was content, showing signs of worry- yes, but it was a worry that couldn't be avoided.
After that small amount of time passed, when the Bishop's drinks were all handed out and paid for, and people started their wayward and weary journeys home- he eased himself against the inside of the counter again. The mortal tenders had gone home- it was only him and Clouse serving drinks now- which REALLY meant it was only him.
"I would rather not be so pessimistic- but it would also be too premature for us to celebrate in confidence." His voice became lower as he'd whisper to his Senechal,
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