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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 5, 2011 10:10:09 GMT -5
the managers office is behind the bar not down stairs
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 5, 2011 12:04:34 GMT -5
((My misunderstanding. Sorry. All the same, I would walk to the manager's office and let my presence be known before entering.))
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 5, 2011 13:52:42 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.)) ((think of this as your afters at the church))
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 5, 2011 18:34:42 GMT -5
"It's alright, My Bishop. This is a place of gathering. Besides, we've already spoke about the main things." His tone was fair, content even. He was happy to see that the Bishop was well. But his attention turned back to Clouse;
"Powers, powers of collaboration my friend. But if any of our ilk feel inefficient for the task we shall not judge them." He sat back into the manager's chair, realizing it's comfort in a sort of echoed feeling. Lucian felt proud, but even more-so accomplished by his recent handling of the situation. This might've been hard to discern by his countenance, as his eyes were shut and his head was against the chair- but at the very least he knew they could be at a fair amount of ease for the moment.
"Why don't you relax and stay a while, Doctor? Our home is yours." The Prince's words followed him opening his eyes again, paying heed to this room which was the monument of his, and his friend's work. He was glad Clouse co-signed him as an owner of this tavern, as it truly was a fine place to be.
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Post by The Bishop Marcus on Jul 5, 2011 19:08:58 GMT -5
I walk in and see the man know as "Doctor". Realizing the message I received in my e-mail, it dawns on me this was Colbare (sp?). "An honor as always to be amonst such company my Prince." I nod to everyone. "Naturally my curiosity towards the topics are of great interest. I would have loved to have been here sooner had there not been an incident at the church. Worry not, no harm came to anyone. I will provide details at a later time, unless now is good, with our guest."
I could not hold back entirely my concern over my kind demeanor and speech.
"You must be the good doctor I had heard of. A pleasure to meet you." Being respectful as always, and having seen a calmness to the Prince, whatever transcended must have gone well.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 6, 2011 1:18:19 GMT -5
Feeling the room relax a little bit Clouse relaxed alot and decided it was time for a little fun he looked M&M in the eye and says
"I do believe I owe you a game of some sort Lucian of course your invited and doctor if you would like also Bishop you can to but I do owe her a game. Hmmmm but what game shall we play?"
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 6, 2011 11:06:14 GMT -5
her eyes were still aflame with what appeared to be complete interest in the upcomming festivities, it was like she was in a room full of constant chatter and Clouse's voice was but a scratch on the wall. Oddly enough that scratch was right next to her and her attention was brought back. Smiling a little at Clouse she calmly and sweetly responded.
"A game indeed but since i know your two's current standings the old game wouldnt be a likely event. But, I wouldnt mind setting up a new game for when I see you next at court, mostly because" she pauses a moment to tactfully look at her attire " I dont really have anything on me this evening. Just a bloody red dress" litterally, and possibly had been at one point completely soaked in blood, a most auspicious day.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 6, 2011 12:28:53 GMT -5
A man of short stature,4'6'' to be exact kind of wild in his walking, with a little black backpack a black t shirt with a crazy Hawaiian shirt covering it, cargo pants and a side ways cabbie hat on starts his walk to the crucidrink. 'I was told that there would be Vampires at this place...what a weird name for a vamp bar...weird indeed he though to himself as he walked ever closer. 'I wonder if there will be some of the lost there...no no they hang out at the auto shop right next door...AH HA I have an idea for these people at the bar..mhm it is a good one. I can share my talents with them...no not the killing ones the hedge spinning ones...for drinks, then the lost will hang out there more adn then I will only have to be at one place. HA'
As he approaches the front door he pauses for a second, he last in counter with vampires did not end as well as he was hoping it would...those poor poor vampires. Hopefully this one will be better. He opens the front door to the bar and notes that there is only a few people here at this hour. he walks over to the bar and hops up and sits down
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 6, 2011 14:59:44 GMT -5
" Well, if such a situation is best left for Court than I will not budge it. If you all will excuse me I will be relieving the waiters of their duties." He looked to Clouse and M&M, a faded smile upon his face, "There is a dart board in the corner, if you feel up to it. I can clean up and serve myself, besides, I'd like to see your game go on. I might even run bets for it."His voice had shifted to a tone of amusement as he said this, and as he did so did he walk out into the main room to let the staff home for the night. If any thing he found this time to preoccupy himself to be almost cathartic, with the mundane task taking grip of his attention. He also had the chance to meet more odd individuals, and little did he know that beyond the threshold of the manager's office he'd find himself eating that statement.
Behind the bar counter at that point, he removed his over coat, revealing his holster with a re-sheathed Paladin at his thigh. Soon after with the obfuscation of the counter, he peeled down his outer shirt which was still tucked into his trousers, the hanging shirt covering his Prized Tool. He wore a black tank top under that, and the lack of full apparel revealed scars about his shoulders and chest. Various scars of differing origins.
But Lucian did manage to put on a tender's apron, before turning to the newcomer in the Hawaiian T-Shirt. He utilized the discipline of Auspex (2nd dot) to look at his emotion as well as his aura. He blinked a few times as he saw the thorns, and looked to the mugs at his hands below, "What can I get for you, honored Stranger?"
(Emotion plox? lol)
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 6, 2011 17:10:39 GMT -5
(curious)
Hanniable turned his head a bit sideways when the scared man talked to him. 'scars' he thought to himself, if this man were a changling he would see true scars beyond the cover of this mask. His face and arms burned by his former master burned and charred until his skin would never heal, adn cuts permentatly open wounded cuts along his arms from the sword fights he was forced to lose.
In a very hyper manor, almost as if hyperventalating at points he says "Well honestly Im not sure any of this drink here would suffice my true needs, no no, But i do come with an offer...seeing as once again im in this city to help protect adn serve" as he says that he swings his arm up like tiger woods sinking a putt "but see I as a master of all blades, and a craftsmen of sorts, come with an offer to help make this place more lively to more then just the kin that normally appear here" a pause as his eyes winden to stare at you "if u get my drift" then he starts bouncing in his chair lightly
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 6, 2011 18:21:01 GMT -5
The Prince blinked at the words of the man, and necked himself a swig from his flask after having to interpret his on-goings. Though the man was of the Thornkind, as far as he could tell, and as such he played with the idea that he could aid them. If anything, this would be his chance to garner some ground on his task to enlist the alliances of those outside of the danse macabre, a rare moment indeed.
A smile marking his decision to humor the man came over his visage, and he leaded against the counter with his palms at the edges, fingers tucked under-ways.
"Alright, good sir. You have my curiosity." He brought his left up while placing the rest of his weight upon the other, reaching for a bottle of brandy from the shelf behind him. Lucian than presented it to the man, looking around the room to affirm the lack of mortals (lolauspex) before drawing his Paladin slowly- afterwards placing his prized gun upon the table; "This is my prized possession made by my son... If you would be so kind to demonstrate your talents, I will pay close attention."
Leaning back some, he'd nod to this bouncy little man, wondering what sort of archaic and mystical wonders may flourish from this curious person. He was on a limb, considering he was offering up his prized possession as a token of what trust he had for Dale and Genesis, the only other Thronkind he felt he could trust. It seemed fair that he give this man a chance.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 6, 2011 20:33:44 GMT -5
Replying to lucian "I don't think I am going to take up the public one I think we shall go use the one downstairs how does that sound M" being to lazy to say M&M. As he starts to walk towards the basement
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 6, 2011 21:20:41 GMT -5
Hanniable picks up the gun with such manor its obvious he knows what he is doing he looks the weapon up and down and all around he spins it and he looks at it some more "hmmm hmm hmm very nice...your son has talents...talents indeed...then again (artifice 3, we can do draws at a later time) its better now. AS FOR THE DRINK" he looks at it for a bit adn then climbs into his tiny backpack. comes outs everal minutes later with some fruit and says ill be right back again(hedge spins liqour and i do have the merit for hedge spinning, so he walks out the door goes to the hedge real fast )
as he walks back in with the new drink he has a huge smile on his face "this drink oh might might sir will be perfect for people like me see...it will actually get us a little toasty around the edges]
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 6, 2011 22:40:36 GMT -5
"Hmm. We shall indeed see the quality of your work, Good sir." Still humoring him, he lifted his Paladin Firearm and noticed it seemed lighter, afterwards spinning it about and taking aim towards various portions in the Tavern, out of anyone's direction of course. Drawing out the main clip feed, he noticed the gears seemed smooth upon operation, and as he'd re-lock the clip back in noticed that the gun didn't resist any of his manipulations. One had to know a lot about guns to truly notice the difference, and Lucian was astounded.
"You amaze me, just by handling at my treasured arm, you managed to somehow make it purr." The Prince's voice was full of appreciation as well as commendation, he never thought the Thornkind's abilities could be so subtle. He had only ever seen Genesis manipulate metal, a technique that was scary to think of.
"Now, I have a heavy drinker who's a regular, and he's much like you. I'll just send him a text..." And he did right in plain sight, sending a text to Dale;
~Text to Dale From Lucian~ "I need you to come to the Tavern, as, I have a brew I want you to test. We'll see if we can't get you toasted yet, my friend." -Lucian
Lucian leaned over the counter fully, speaking with a content, though hushed tone. "Well, it seems I'd better start the formalities. My name is Lucian, and you can say I have a big word around these parts with my ilk. Much like your 'Kings', I am considered a 'Prince'." He was careful not to seem overbearing, but at the same time not too eager. It was his full intention to garner this man's respect and hopefully his trust, as he'd extent his hand to him for a handshake.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 6, 2011 23:02:05 GMT -5
hanniable took his hand and for the first time he seemed steady, more calm. "thank you kind sir" he said still very hyper sounding "craftsmen ship is what i do best. One day i shall show u my prized possesion...when the timeing is right of course. but i sure hope the other lost enjoys his drink,,,drink..." he winks and goes over to the dart board and starts throwing darts...every now and again u see him retreat into his bag for something and then come back out waiting for the other ling to arrive.
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