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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 1, 2011 23:33:10 GMT -5
((auspex 1 pm me of anything i hear))
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 1, 2011 23:36:49 GMT -5
<BAM, PM on the WAY.>
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 2, 2011 1:04:05 GMT -5
LeTting go of M&M Clouse turns as the staff is released and realizes that it is no time to play. he turns back to M&M and says "Sorry my dear I actually don't have time for a game I should really be helping Lucian out so maybe after close we will be able to have some fun. It will only be a few more hours." He walks off behind the counter and starts to clean some glasses and seeing how the costumers are doing.
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 2, 2011 22:59:47 GMT -5
-nodding at his response she obliges as she wanders over to preoccupy herself with some activities in the corner, perhaps reading up on her notes of the recent activity that was held in the shoppe the other day-
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 3, 2011 10:51:43 GMT -5
<As an Administrator, a Player and a Story Teller, I hereby declare this being another night at the Crucidrink, if people don't mind. > Lucian had just walked into the tavern after midnight mass, his desire was to check upon the staff and see what sort of folk would be there. As he walked in he stopped and blinked off to a side, as if he though he saw something out of the ordinary, but within a few moments his canter continued to the counter-top.
Wearing new clothes, Lucian was now trenched over in white, with a four-button long jacket over his black dress shirt- long sleeved. He wore black dress pants to match, most of the legs obscured by his long jacket. His hat was similarly exchanged. The main point of notice were his gloves, leather and black, each now with white designs upon them. His left hand had the Halo and Wreath which were crossed into each other, his old family symbol. His other hand bore the symbol of the Sanctified, a crucifix with a Kindred skull at it's center (in link).His hair still long and black was tied at the back.
Upon his arrival at the counter he had taken a seat, greeting his mortal workers and getting any news they had to offer. Otherwise, he drank from his flask.
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 3, 2011 12:05:30 GMT -5
Does the nights subtle temptations have any hope of enticing a being composed of death?
The light from the Crucidrink burned his eyes as he approached, forcing him to slide his sunglasses on. He needed to get above ground more often, he reminded himself, work on his tan. He chuckled, then feeling as if he should not be the only one laughing commanded his companions to chuckle as well. He approached in the shadow of the nearby building. Some like to say that the moon casts no shadows but those of the night know Luna is even more duplicitous and sinister as her burning cousin. He walked slowly, taking in the scents. Kindred had gathered here, as well as something... else. The auto body shop next door had a fowl stench to it, and he reminded himself to investigate that later.
He approached the door, feeling the light from the front window wash over him. He wore a simple black long coat, two coat tails dragging near the floor, and a pair of comfortable dress slacks. He was barefoot, and under the coat he wore no shirt. The bottom half of his face was occluded by a thick scarf, a set of dark sunglasses hiding the rest of his face. His skin was dark, Dominican or perhaps Hatian in decent, and it seemed to crack and split in places, too dried out and stretched to hold his form in much longer. His two companions were far more homely. One was a young women, pretty if she wasn't so cold and lifeless. She wore a sun dress. The other was the young man who had been with her when the intrepid duo decided to frolic in the wrong part of town. A young, strapping lad, slice of apple pie america he wore his varsity jacket all the way to the grave. They both wore sunglasses, so to hide the inhuman gaze of the dead.
The bell rang overheard like a sharp warning bell as he opened the door to the small cafe'. "My friends," He said in slow, deliberate voice, the hint of a Mississippi accent creeping through. "Go sit, order coffee." He commanded, and his two companions lurched and settled into their seats. He turned to the counter, and silently studying the human worker and the only other kindred in the place. They wouldn't feel it yet, but as he approached it would settle. The feeling, the silent creep, the knowledge that at any moment his flesh would split apart revealing a demon beyond one's wildest nightmare. He slid into the stool next to the what he assumed to be younger kindred, the potency of his own blood hidden for the moment.
"Quite a long night to spend alone in the company of cattle friend." He said, his accent becoming more apparent now. "I'm Doctor Colbane, and it is a delight to meet you."
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 3, 2011 12:44:10 GMT -5
*Note: Lucian had lowered Obfuscate 2 when Colbane entered, and re-raised it after his approach.*
"As a Shepard of the Lord, cattle or sheep, it is wise for me to be watchful. Even they have their place- and we were once on the same cusp." He'd take a drink from his flask again, somewhat unsure of what to think of this man. The few moments after his words were followed by his own eidetic memory, he remembered the email. So this is Dr Colbane?
Lucian shifted himself towards the man slightly enough to make his attention to him noted. The man's hat obstructed the shining florescent light from above, halfway obscuring his face until he took the hat off, setting it on the table to reveal his pale visage. He wasn't the youngest of those in the Family, definitely not. But his beast was still recovering from the undulating sleep periods he had been through.
The man took a breath voluntarily before continuing with a fair amount of confidence and resolve, and a slight bow. "It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, too. I am Prince Lucian D'Revere, and I formally welcome you to Novi... At least if your message has anything to say, the portion nearer to the heavens."
Lucian felt fairly confident there was no one of the mortal coil within the vicinity of his voice, and his staff was fairly good at keeping their ears shut and their distance when it came to this. "And trust me, we wont be alone for long. Most of the Family should be arriving soon."
(OOC: I love edit buttons as much as I hate typos. x3)
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 3, 2011 15:35:02 GMT -5
((What was his BP when he lowered it?))
Colbane smiled, his eyes slowly following Lucien's hand as the prince spoke, and the tattoo it held. Sanctified, just his luck to enter a cit dominated by the past. He smiled, keeping his face shadowed so no humans would spy the yellowed and wicked looking fangs which extended far lower than they should have. "Ah. And by family do you mean your citizens, or your flock my dear Prince." He said, nodding to the tattoo. "Of course I am guessing that those two groups are one in the same where many are concerned."
He tented his fingers on the counter, his eyes tracing the nervous movements of the humans within the cafe. They were lucky that their blood no longer sated him, in his younger days he didn't have the level of control he had now. "So. As you are Prince of this illustrious and thriving city, I do hereby greet you, and ask your permission to dwell within this city and to visit your Elysium gatherings. I am recently moved from Kentucky and am looking to settle. I do believe you received my missive."
Behind him the two 'people' who had entered with him waved down the waitress, their bodies moving in perfect, errie unison. They ordered coffee, speaking at once in a conjoined, flat tone.
So this was the prince. Quite a humble sight to see a man of such importance sitting alone at a cafe counter top. Not to mention the level of dress which would seem more appropriate on a knight of the Sanctified rather than a prince. Silently he mourned the loss that had come with time. He remembered when Princes would walk with royal processions, and crowns of gold and ivory.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 3, 2011 16:11:24 GMT -5
((Only 3))
"My citizens, you can say, yes. But a number of them have grown upon me- and I have learned much from their influence in my danse. " Lucian noticed how this man had a keen eye, surely, and of course he was old. His beast was probably quite powerful, perhaps much less quelled than his own. The look of his facial features demanded a haunting respect and his fangs seemed primed. Though the Doctor's polite demeanor was assuring- only in the slightest of ways.
Lucian espied the Doctor's two companions, breathing in deep at the nose (Auspex 1). They smelled of death beyond that of the Kindred. He became aware, sharply, of what they were. His concern was shrouded by his calm demeanor though, as they didn't seem to mean any harm.
"You are indeed welcome to live in this city, fair as it is, though there is much you must be informed of, and I'm sure you may question a few things you might've seen on your way here, good sir." He stood from the counter seat, and shifted his weight around it, leaning over to the tender and whispering to him "Those two over there? Whatever they order is on the house. Friends of a friend you see."
He then motioned for Dr. Colbane to follow him into the manager's office, though unsure if Clouse might've been in there. He hadn't seen him yet this night, and his Obfuscation would clearly rub any possibility of sensing his beast from the board. "Doctor, may I ask you to come with me to the office? So we may speak with confidence in our topic's privacy?
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 3, 2011 16:17:52 GMT -5
From behind The doctor charter steps out of a shadow "Mr. Doctor" charter says with a chuckle "you talk very proud for an unaligned, or just not proud of where u belong?" he says very sacasticly. Testing the waters of new kindred was something charter found amusment in, This way he can see not only how he must act around them but also if there, like so many other kindred, quick to a fight.
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 3, 2011 17:48:38 GMT -5
The invitation was not without its dangers. He had heard the whispers, heard of the issues with Seven and the Brood that were rumored to plague the area. This supposed Prince of the Sanctified could simply be a Brood with a fancy tattoo. However, in truth he found little reason to fear. Lucien seemed like the honest sort, not to mention the fact that the cities most dangerous brood was likely no more a threat to him than the cities most dangerous termite. "Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure dear prince."
He got up and began to follow Lucien, silently whispering to his companions to remain seated and to behave. He had only taken a step when he felt it, the small beast which stirred behind him. He paused, listening to the shadow's words. The kindred was either very young, very stupid, or very cocky, but likely a combination of all three. He smiled, not bothering to turn around. "My dear boy, surely one so much of the shadows would know that one never wears their full story on their body. Also I would recommend being careful of which shadows you step from. Note the humans in this cafe'. Or does this city not hold to the first tradition?" Colbane posed the question, but moved on without offering Charter a glance. Pay respects to the prince first, then the lessors. After all he knew the dance well, and didn't want to have to leave this city before he had even begun to set up.
He followed the prince into the office, allowing the shadow kindred to follow or stay behind as he chose.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 3, 2011 19:54:33 GMT -5
"Charter, please be respectful to the Doctor." His voice was fairly straightforward and decisively respectful, though princely in it's feeling.
"Regardless of the waters, testing them is a delicate process for sure. I hope you recognize our subtlety was not decided upon carelessly, as it takes a precise hand to strike the hot iron right. But only while it's hot, and just the right temperature." Lucian had walked in with full stride and taken a seat in the manager's chair. He kept to an even position in the chair, not too lax and not to strained. He gave off an aura of seriousness as much as an aura of wholehearted respect- a humility he had learned well more recently.
Bringing his hands together Lucian balanced his forehead against the knuckles of his two thumbs. The leather gloves baring the two symbols pushed against his white skin with a gentle amount of force, they were his pillar in a way. Both physical and abstract. They held him up in their own way.
"Now, please be seated, we have much to discuss..."
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 4, 2011 0:01:13 GMT -5
He had to admit that this prince was more impressive than his attire had let on. His tone was concise, and he didn't see the need to draw too much attention to the shadows actions, which in a way would have rewarded the behavior. He studied the man as they entered the office, noting his tone, his posture. It was truly a marvel how much one revealed about themselves without saying a word. He was young in his role as prince, but he showed a fair amount of promise. Doctor Colbane silently decided that this Prince Lucian would make a fine prince, even in the olden years.
He waited for the invitation to sit before he took the seat, less sitting and more possessing the seat, his presence both seen and felt. He showed no disrespect nor nervousness, like any practiced kindred. "Yes I do believe you are correct. I must admit some of the rumors of this place are rather... disturbing. VII, the Brood, your problems are great dear Prince. But before we begin to discuss any such matters please allow me assure you that I am here to help. As I mentioned in my missive I have considerable sway on the mortal world, and I am likely one of the oldest kindred in this city. I can provide a number of services if you request as such, be it through me or one of mine."
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 4, 2011 2:01:43 GMT -5
Opening the door Clouse walks in to the room in his black worn trench coat black jeans. Slightly surprised to see another in the room it hardly got used I mean after all when they usually met it was in the basement where there was plenty of room he jump back startled and said "sir who might this be?" eyeing the man cautiously and sliding around the room to see his face.
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 4, 2011 2:21:48 GMT -5
I walk towards the Crucidrink, wearing a long jacket and hat, as it starts to rain outside. Computer bag to my side, I walk briskly after a midnight sermon and confessionals. Interestingly enough, more humans showing up to midnight mass. An interesting occurrence given the recent events, yet they all leave immediately, leaving the kin to confess. If they only knew I thought to myself. Almost lost in thought and ponderings, I reach the Crucidrink and enter to a pool of light, noise, bar games, and a stench of booze and tabacco.
Nodding to one of the waitresses, I'm seated at a booth table. Taking off my hat and setting it down beside me I tell the waitress, "The usual."
Glancing around as I settle into my seat, I notice a few new faces to the establishment. I set my bag down and pull out my laptop. Shortly after, my drink comes. "So prompt!" I say with a smile. "A good tip is in your future." We both laugh for a bit and it's back to serving customers for the waitress. I pull from my coat a small brown paper package I received from my Sire addressed to me. I open it to find a letter and a nicely carved wooden cross necklace. The note reads, "To my dearest pupil, may you have this to guide you along your way. I shall speak with you again soon. Take care and be safe. ~Sebasian" I don the necklace, feeling at peace as I wear it. I neatly wrap the paper up and place it back in my jacket with the letter.
I feel some BP throughout the Crucidrink and stay aware of the surroundings. It's like a sixth sense (danger sense) should something happen, yet I look very indulged in my own actions of drinking and typing on the laptop (now with a security screen).
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