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Post by sinoxide on Jul 4, 2011 3:25:51 GMT -5
-almost runs into Clouse as he walked through the door and stumbled upon a conversation. Unsure as to which type of visitor was here she hugged the pantleg of clouse and slightly hid behind him.- "Clouse can we play....oh" -She was dressed rather old fashioned, something you'd find worn to a family gathering on a holiday that a little girls mother made her wear. It was simply a button up blouse with a solid red thick spaghetti-strapped overdress with white tights and shiny little black ballet shoes. Her hair was loose and curly like always, the curl never missing the fixed point around her cheeks. Upon beginning the typical routine of getting a good look at the visitor she wasnt sure how trustworthy he was and decided to wait upon Lucians decision, being cautiously weary of all newcomers. But in return, if the man decided to get a look at her, he would be able to tell her body was simply young, but look deeply he would be able to tell her age through her articulate choice of words and actions.-
-keeping a leveled tone, one of seriousness with ebbed sweetness she put on a front- "Sorry to intrude upon your meeting dear Lucian, but whom are we graced with this evening?" -Her eyes moving softly from Lucian to the newly found guest as a soft courteous smile presses upon her alabaster white skin-
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 12:38:13 GMT -5
" I am more relieved than I may let on to look, Dr. Colbane, as there is little more to the description of this situation other than-" He stopped speaking when his good friend Clouse walked into the manager's office, and behind him a surprisingly dressed M&M. They were both inquiring the nature and identity of his guest, and it was right for them to do so.
"Ahhh, my apologies Doctor. Allow me to introduce the co-owner of this Tavern, and close friend of mine Clouse. He is my trusted Sheriff. Beside him is also my dear friend M&M, though youthful in appearance she is indeed one of the citizenry." He paused for a few moments, bringing his hands to the desk, his back straight up- "You'll be sure to see why we call her that after you've been around her for a little while."
Lucian's eyes went to them with a knowing aura to them. If any thing he was fine with them sitting in, as the topic was one they knew as well as him. But he wasn't sure about the Doctor's preferences.
"It's a fairly open discussion here, when if comes to our ilk, but if you don't feel comfortable with it I could ask them to leave before inquiring about your resources." He took on a lighter, more relaxed voice, "I would rather not make this any more uncomfortable for you than it must be, hospitality is a firm tradition as well as respect."
His eyes had went back to Dr. Colbane, ready for his response.
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 4, 2011 16:26:13 GMT -5
distinctly upon being introduced she stepped out from the shadow of Clouse and did a little curtsey. Today was indeed an auspicious day as she reminds herself, mayhaps the pressence of color in her attire might have let loose the possibility of her personal celebration. The dress was all she had with her today, no backpack or messenger bag of goodies, hell not even her typical cloak. She was a little red riding hood, sweet and innocent on what she used to celebrate as her human birthday.-
"A pleasure meeting you Doctor, as he has stated my name is m&m." she momentarily turned her attention to Lucian as he spoke about not making the guest uncomfortable and followed his response, "I am deeply sorry if we have interrupted your meeting with the Prince" being more courtly than usual and lucian would notice, "And if necessary I will await a more formal introduction with you whenever time is best suited, untill then I will take my leave if you desire me to"
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 4, 2011 17:38:31 GMT -5
Two more kindred slid into the room behind Colbane, and a small internal snarl of his beast reminded him that there was still a chance of this being an ambush. He pulled at his beast's leash, remaining utterly calm and pleasant as he looked at each of them in turn. Clouse seemed much akin to the Prince, although he noted the role Clouse filled. No Prince who was half as smart as Lucien appeared to be would ever elect a kindred to the position of sheriff unless that kindred could truly defend themselves and the city. The other was young, but he had walked the world enough to know that there was little logic in judging any kindred based on the age of their body. In truth M&M was not the youngest body he had seen a kindred wear, although he could see that she was still young enough to take advantage of her innocent appearance. When she grew old enough to have to rely solely on humans her young looks would serve her well, after all, who would fear a little girl?
"No no no. As I said, my resources are available for the city, not to mention my not inconsiderable experience in the matters of kindred society. What I offer is open to all Kindred, and I would never dream of excluding any members of your city from the offer. They can stay, in fact I almost insist upon it." He said with the cool, relaxed tongue of a practiced diplomate, or perhaps a snake. "My name is Doctor Colbane, and it is a pleasure to meet each of you." He looked back to Lucien but... something was... off. He could feel their beasts, feral, angry things. Could feel the two snarling behind him, and feel the one in the prince, then... there was another. A forth beast was in the room, coming from somewhere near Lucien. He smiled, his mind flashing to the shadowy kindred. Taking a relaxed breath he focused back on the Prince.
"Now, onto the matters at hand. I believe you had questions for my dear Prince?"
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 19:31:27 GMT -5
" Yes, well, Doctor..." Lucian started lightly, after all he was representing the best interest of the kindred he watched over, and as such he wanted to be clear; "From what you spoke of on your email, you seem to have a place below Novi. Just how much is there below the city that we aren't aware of? I'd like to think you would know your demesne, and if I am correct, your stake down there might aid us greatly should your generosity continue."
The man stood up and approached the black-out curtained window in the manager's office- it was fitted with metal shutters closeable on the inside. He paced a bit along the wall as he spoke, allowing his footsteps to be his rhythm, with a fairly steady pace. Clearly enunciating without sounding overbearing he spoke on, "We have been all over the surface of this city and still we find little trace of VII and the Brood, they always seem to find us and it has brought us to this point. This is war, and not as direct as the old ways usually were."
He stopped behind the desk, showing his hands before himself before drawing his carefully crafted and prized long pistol. It was his first an only Childe; Thaddeus, who made him such a masterpiece. Made of black polished titanium and carbon steel, along its barrel held his name engraved in gold, and along the other side the word Paladin, and following the latter below it the words 'In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.'
Lucian placed the gun upon the table, revealing that the hand-grip matched his gloves, with the Lancea cross on one side, the halo and wreath upon the other. His tone became 'straight to the point'-ish when he spoke afterwards; "Regardless of what we believe, and our grudges, for the good of the Danse in this city and the un-lives of our ilk we must search this place above and below. We must find our enemies, and maneuver correctly to strike them in the heart, and vanquish their ill intent."
He pushed a few strands of his black hair back over his ear before leaning upon his desk with both leather gloved hands. "This is what I ask of you, as a citizen of this noble demesne- to be willing to accept the dangers of this place and take on your share."
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 4, 2011 20:51:37 GMT -5
she smiled and just stood back,Lucian always surprised her. You could tell she was fond of him, she didnt hide it and wouldnt dare to. if people hurt him or give him ill will, she was the first one that they would have to deal with. She felt the same towards Clouse, but as you could tell, being sheriff meant he could hold his own. Reguardless of that fact she was protective of those she grew fond of.
She began to study the one called Doctor Colbane, being one adept to reading emotions through (4 dots of empathy which means i could tell he was on guard/uncomfortable, right?) a persons body language. She didnt budge, she felt content where she stood, in plain sight of the Doctor and equal distance from him and Lucian, mind you standing right next to Clouse and equally ready to take particular inward notes of the situation currently going on.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 4, 2011 21:33:10 GMT -5
((not uncomfterable more on guard))
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 4, 2011 21:42:46 GMT -5
Charter smiled at this. The vampis of this city becoming more and more like a "family" as they seem to call it. More and more together as one. It almost seemed useless for him to arrive here now, they are almost to the point that they need to be. Minus the fact that they still have so many new kindred in this city, still so young, and so immature in the workings of the court and such. No..the thoughts of leaving should go from his mind. He was sent here for a reason and such has not been completed yet, The dark mother would be unhappy if he left to early
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 4, 2011 22:02:01 GMT -5
He sat, silent as the grave, his eyes betraying little as he studied the prince, his eyes only offering the customary glance to the gun. So, the prince was indeed a warrior, and in a time of war no less. He allowed the prince to finish, then allowed silence to settle inside the small, cramped room. Finally, and slowly, he leaned forward, tenting his fingers on the desk before him.
"I have seen war dear prince. Wars between humans, between Kindred, Lupins, Will Workers, strange entities from beyond time and space. It only leads to death. It should be rather simple logic to prove that we, as Kindred, are of death, and hence are best suited for war. In a sense, we are only complete when we are entering into one bloody conflict or another. Allow me to assure you honorable Prince, I am always at war with these malcontents. You do not need to ask to know that I will always seek out the true death of any of those who walk the demons path, or those in the shadowed coven." He ran his tongue over the tips of his fangs, as if fondly remembering the squeal of an enemy as he tore into their jugular. "I do however have but a small request to make of you in exchange for use of my resources." His eyes did not lose their mirth but in addition gained a cold, cutting edge.
"Now. I am of the fourth estate, an elder of the covenant. In their style my sway over the mortal world is great, and few public incidents are impossible to cover up for one such as me. In addition my knowledge of the inner workings of your enemies and of this world we walk is superior to most kindred walking the night, not to mention my army's, my information, and least of all myself. In exchange for all this I wish the basic kindred right, the right to hunt. You see, I find myself rather limited in my feeding options." He punctuated his point by allowing his shroud to drop over his beast, the sheer potency of his ancient blood flowing into the room like a wave. He did not boast, nor did his demeanor change, he simply continued, "My own childer provides much of my blood. However there may be times where I will need to feed upon members of your city, with their permission of course."
((When he drops Obfuscate 2, you all feel he is BP 7))
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 4, 2011 22:21:55 GMT -5
feeling the change in the Doctors beast she smiled, a very pleased look about her face like the understanding of what he spoke of was truely exciting to her. The shift from Molly to Mary became more apparent as her mind dived knee deep into distant memories of her current life. A new friend, and an old pleasure... why indeed today has been most auspicious. She's not scared, tickled to the very core, but scared... nope. Her head tipping towards one shoulder awaiting the response of her prince while doing her best to contain herself. Mary was very much present, bringing a new flame to her eyes like a lit up christmas tree ready to be drenched in blood. Twisted is the best description of her body language, VERY Twisted.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 22:27:06 GMT -5
Lucian felt himself overwhelmed by the bestial dance, though, managed to maintain his composure. It wasn't the most common thing to have to adjust to such a beast. He could remember a point where he shared a similar level of power in his blood, and his vitae ached with a sort of nostalgia. There was little to say about the beast of this man other than how powerful it was... but his power would not excuse him from his responsibilities.
But this elder kindred seemed ready and willing, and straight to a similar view as him. His words were true, to a very large extent. There wasn't really much to argue about when it came to all of this, it was a fair deal.
"If indeed you intend to garner honest permission before feeding upon my brothers and sisters, than there really is no worry to the agreement. I would take you for a man of discipline, considering your prestige and resources, and the way you carry yourself." Lucian's hands came to his sides as he'd posture himself straight while he stood. His eyes came to M&M and Clouse, his resolve still as firm as ever and his gaze affirming his princely motives. Lucian was glad to have his friends beside him at this turn of events, it brought him more affirmation in his ability to make choices.
"I trust that our agreement, is satisfactory, than?" he said as his eyes returned the gaze of the Doctor's. The Prince extended his right hand after un-gloving it, placing the glove upon the table for all to see.
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Post by downfall347 on Jul 4, 2011 22:47:53 GMT -5
Good, this way much unpleasantness could be avoided. In truth he had little intention of leaving, and if he had been forced to fend off attacks from both the Brood and the Elysium he would have been rather annoyed. He watched the princes eyes dart around the room. New to the throne, but not so unexperienced that he was utterly without a certain power of his own. He stood after the prince had risen, the removal of the glove as a show of trust at the least. He held out his own hand, the bloody tears in his flesh shining in the dim light of the office. He clasped hands with the prince, shaking his hand respectfully. "More than satisfactory. It is not often I am impressed by Kindred anymore, and I would he happy to assist you and this city Prince Lucian."
He removed his hand, relaxing his posture, and flexing his fingers, the bones in them popping audibly with small, sharp, snaps. "Now, onto the first thing I can do for this city. I do believe I have some information for you and your Sheriff." He said, nodding to Clouse. "As you know I have claimed the abandoned subway lines beneath the city, just beneath the main sewer line. In my journey to find a haven I had ample time to map out the local systems, and can provide maps. But more importantly, since my arrival my sentries have on occasion spotted a rather odd group gathering at a junction not far into the lines. They are led by a Kindred dressed as a sanctified who's beast comes close to my own, obviously Gangrel in how he carries himself. He leads a group of biker Kindred who I have spotted wearing the colors of at least four different motorcycle gangs on different nights. Judging by their behavior, and the odd guttural language they were speaking, I have come to assume that these bikers are your Brood. They sweep into a biker bar wearing the local gangs colors, find a few of the gangs finer specimens, and embrace them. It is a clever plan, perhaps too clever for the Brood. Then there is the matter of the supposed Sanctified leading them. THis kind of guile is seldom seen within the ranks of the demon brood, it is however, far too common among the members of VII. It would seem that the enemies of your city are at the very least using each other to wipe you out." His tone did not change, did not fluctuate. He was far too practiced in the political world of Kindred to betray anything but mirth and good intentions in his voice. "Whats more dear Prince. I can lead you to these malcontents. Or if you would prefer, have their Requiems claimed by the dead."
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 23:32:12 GMT -5
At the sound of Colbane's description, when he said the one directing everything was supposedly 'Sanctified', his eyes narrowed ever slightly. Not towards Colbane, but, towards his glove on the table. To think that one of the Sanctified might have gone rogue, losing their penchant for the good of all Childer kind- was disappointing to say the least. But he'd shake his head gently before reaffirming his posture towards the Doctor.
"No, the latter will not be necessary, but the former would be preferred. I would like to accompany you on that hunt, with those of my citizenry who feel up and able to be of assistance." He nodded to Clouse and M&M, of whom he raised an eyebrow the her shift in the latter's demeanor. He blinked at her twice, trying to snap her back into a semblance of propriety if only for a few minutes more. He caught his words again, though, soon after; "If any thing, we need that... Imposter to talk, and lies cannot get by me so easily. He would become another iron in the fire, and hopefully we can strike hard and precise enough to make sparks."
Lucian lifted his glove from the table, placing it firmly back upon his bare hand, as if sealing the mark of his trust and duty. Tidying it's loose ends brought his gaze away from the group- long enough for him to regain himself in some abstract way- somewhat misunderstood even by himself.
"Though it may seem uncanny, I feel it would be for the best if our hunt happened after the first proceedings of our court this Friday. That way I may introduce you, and Charter-" His eyes scanning the shadows of the room, knowing full well that his Pagan friend's ears are tightly tuned. Or he might've been hallucinating, but the former felt like a better conclusion. "To the rest of the kindred formally. Likewise you are welcome here in the Crucidrink at any time. We usually meet in the basement."
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 5, 2011 0:23:26 GMT -5
Clouse realizing what was going on stood quietly next to them just keeping a serious face not threatening but a business one.
He was surprised at how lucian talked he hadn't realized how much he grew since they met not but a couple of months ago also noticing the fact that M&M was acting a little more relaxed and cheerful he remembers the first time the met in the truck disposing the bodies of two men. letting a smile break over his face.
He flinches slightly when the doctor lets his beast flare but quickly rembers he is not that old in vampire years. Hearing that it could be a sanctified in control of the destruction of his family infuriated him.
Seeing the princes nod to the hunt made him feel reassured that everything was going to be ok.
"Sir I agree the greater numbers we have the cleaner this will be and with less casualties. We don't need to be losing any numbers we've lost to many as it is."
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 5, 2011 4:37:22 GMT -5
Finishing my drink and about to join my kindred downstairs, I suddenly feel a strong pulse of BP hit me like a hammer, and it was coming from downstairs. Concerned, I quickly gather my belongings and head to basement, knocking on the reinforced door before entering and making my presence known.
"My Prince, may I join you?"
((Note: If my encounter at the Lancea Sanctum prevents me from being at the Crucidrink, please omit this post.))
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