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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Sept 1, 2011 23:47:33 GMT -5
Lucian simply nodded with consideration, waving George goodbye with a gentle shifting of his hand. Regardless of numbers or approximates, at the very least, it was something concrete to think about. He took to the papers he wrote and folded them- placing them in his jacket pocket. He'd soon make copies he thought, perhaps to place upon the Elysium's tack-wall as a declaration.
Minding this, he slid himself into a nearby seat, wondering if he'll have to declare the day of Court with his absence. Perhaps his plans would work out, perhaps not.
<Declaration of the end of the night. A new night will start after game.>
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Sept 4, 2011 14:16:38 GMT -5
Lucian sat in the Crucidrink, behind the counter near the manager's office while the mortal staff hustled to finished their final tasks. Lucian had granted them an early leave, upon their request. They were all invited to a mutual friend's get-together. Lucian had offered the Crucidrink, if needed, with free drinks if it was a special occasion. But they were reluctant to impose upon their boss; and as such they left as they originally planned.
Ah-well. Lucian was able to run things now. It wasn't like they had a ton of patrons at once, and rowdy nights were fairly rare.
There were two kine at a table across the room, quietly sharing old stories about Vietnam and family struggles, stories Lucian had listened to many times with different view points from separate taverns all throughout his time enmeshed with the kine. He thought of the word and it's connotation, but truly, to the kindred it was not an insult. It was almost fact. They were the prey and the kindred the predators. The Sanctified always made this quite clear, and yet, Lucian had his own thoughts. He wasn't denying the facts, but he only quested the intent behind them. Not directly the facts themselves, but the ways they were seen.
Logically, both Kindred and Kine were both still 'people', as person-hood goes beyond the bounds of human kind...
--But the Prince let the tangent go. The mugs were more or less already clean (which meant they were spotless in this case) and the news, low in the background was bare. Perhaps a bit of writing was in order as he listened with his Auspex improved ears.
He pulled out his notebook and starts jotting things down in Latin.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Sept 6, 2011 11:18:13 GMT -5
It was a cool night, cooler then usual it seems, as seamus walked up to the crucidrink 'im sure the prince would not like it if i just appeared in there' he chuckled to himself, this was all a game to him, and from this game his sire and the rest of the masonswould be proud to see the acomplishments he has made in such a short time of being here.
He walked past the demolishin of the old auto shop 'ahh, its only a matter of time and my hotel and resturant will be built' he smiles as he opens the door to the crucidrink and steps in.
"morning prince Lucian" he said with a smile
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Mr Giovanni
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Only those who are worthy have POWER AS I
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Post by Mr Giovanni on Sept 6, 2011 12:54:17 GMT -5
Giovanni made his way down the side walk, with many toughts running through his mind. He walks past a building being demolished, and he giggles. 'Ughh my lord is quiet a character'. He then continues twords the ally to which leads to the cruicidrink in hopes of meeting with his friends. He arrives at the door, stops to check his phone, then continues on in. As he walks through the door he see's Lucian with a journal in his hand, and Lord Seamus with a simle upon his face. 'Great, what has he done now' Giovanni couldnt help but think why Lord Seamus was smiling, as if that simle has life to it. He walks twords the counter putting his back against it, and turns his head to the side "E 'bello vedere che prezzo" and then turns his head back around and greets Lord Seamus in ancient greek.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Sept 6, 2011 18:33:53 GMT -5
"And the rest of the night to you, Lord Seamus." He said in return, glancing up only to greet one of the citizenry. He could hear the two mortals over in the corner drop some money on the table, and walk out while waving. Lucian waved back with a content look, wishing them luck on their ventures as they left.
When Mr. Giovanni walked in, and up against the counter, he responded to his 'greeting' in Old Gothic, a simple; "Good evening to you too."
After nodding to Mr. G, the Prince took his pen to his journal again. Occasionally scribbling something and crossing something else out:
'arbitrarywordingofpossiblenew lawsinlatinthatididntfeellikeactually writingoutortakingthetimetomakeup.'
'It is by the word of the Prince and the trust of the city that this...'
He was still trying to figure out what else he could note down, and just how to say it.
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Post by The Old One on Sept 6, 2011 18:34:27 GMT -5
George walks calmly toward the Crucidirink, watching the city on this cool night. Then enters to joins his friends
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