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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 8, 2011 0:08:09 GMT -5
(so I should probable have two rolls?)
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 8, 2011 0:09:04 GMT -5
((sure go for it))
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 8, 2011 0:10:20 GMT -5
(got a 15)
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 8, 2011 22:36:52 GMT -5
<DECLARING A NIGHT SHIFT, SOME ARBITRARY NIGHT AFTER COURT.>
A pensive air was about the visage of the prince as he walked into the Crucidrink, his hand sliding off of the door-frame as he did so. The previous court night had brought him much to think about, and the viniculum-bounding he brought Shido into had made him a little more tense. Shido was now loyal to him, for a long while to be sure, regardless of possible previous goals. Lucian just hoped that Shido trusted him outside the bond just as much as within it as well. His thoughts continued as he stepped behind the bar counter, shifting off his black trench-coat and leather gloves in lieu for a more suitable bartender's garment.
Starting by wiping some mugs, the task that always seemed to take his mind away from the spectacle of the 'now', he could only wonder how the days would proceed. He had decided that, for the good of the Kindred, he should aim for a better grasp of the Auspex Discipline. This would allow him a better chance at insight into possible friend, and foes.
After wiping the mugs at hand he leaned back against the rear-bar counter, managing to stay away from the work of his mortal staff members. Here and there he'd fill an order and cash in the prices, returning the change promptly. Some of the regular mortals were there, probably weary from the Tavern's closing the other day. Lucian noticed how some of them had schedules coming and going here, and to think that they would take refuge in the bottle at a flock-spot of the human predators time and time again. The relationship brought a small grin to his pale facade- it was all too interesting to thing about.
'Who's the black sheep now?' He'd think to himself, folding his arms to his chest.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 8, 2011 22:54:10 GMT -5
Hanniable giggled to himself as he approched the crucidrink. The lost here were far and few between...but the vampires they are thriving thriving indeed adn now they love him. So, so far this experince with the vampires is way better then the first...which almost got him killed.
As he opened the bar, the smell of boos and body odor hit him. 'see' he though to himself 'this is why i had the wyrd trach me the ways of the brewer, i like this atmosphere' He smiled as he noticed the prince working as a bartender adn walked up to him. "good evening sir, i have brought presents for any thorn kind that come here" as he said this he pulled 4 bottles of liqour out adn put them on the counter"
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 8, 2011 23:15:41 GMT -5
Dale walks in slightly after Hannibal sees the nice atmosphere he has grown accustom too. Looks around sees lucian but decides not to go to the counter.
He sits in a booth in the corner of the room just looks around and ask the waitress to bring him a pizza with all the different kinds of meat they can put on it and extra cheese and today still remembering the buzz he gotten off the drink he had just orders a verners and regular vodka the whole bottle. and waits for his order
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 8, 2011 23:24:18 GMT -5
Upon Hanniable's entrance into the Tavern the thoughtful Prince realized he forgot to take off his hat. For some reason this Thornkind reminded him about his hat. It was strange. So he took it off and placed it on the rear bar counter, out of the way just enough.
When the little man approached him he'd lean over the bar counter to listen to what he had to say and offer, and he'd nod casually when he found out the 'gift' he had. Obviously it was no trouble to him to allow the Thornkind here as long as they knew their place as well as his Kindred knew their own. The alliance was much better than conflict, especially while withing close proximity of each other. Besides, they intrigued him, their magicks commanded a fair amount of respect.
"Ahh, well, I'll be sure to offer any which I may see." Lucian took the bottles below the counter with a fairly composed demeanor to his movements, his mind still moving at the speed of sound from all of his thought upon the previous events.
When Dale walked in he sighed in a sort of appreciation for the irony, "Well speak of the devil."
Receiving Dale's order, he calls back to the tenders who work the small kitchen, and puts his order together. He places both the vodka and the Spun-Liquor on the tray for the waitress, the latter having a note saying; 'To get toasty drink this. -Lucian, credit to Hanniable'.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 10, 2011 0:55:04 GMT -5
As he sits there and takes a drink of the regular vodka he sees the really pretty man thing walk in curious at something he spends a glamour to activate his eye to get everyones emotions. (just put your emotion in your next post)
Then looking at the other drink he giggles and yells "Lucian do you like gettin me toasty or something?" and takes a swig
Roll: 1d10 9 for total of 16
He shakes his head and goes back to himself in the corner.
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Mr Giovanni
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Post by Mr Giovanni on Jul 10, 2011 8:42:27 GMT -5
As he sits at his table looking around, he cant help but feel different. He recalls the incient back in the sewers, wondering what would of been the outcome if he had been the first one down. It was obvious that He was no match for these sold called "sevens"...
He mumbles something to himself "what have i got my self into now"
These looks can only protect him so much, and he knows that. He looks towrds the prince, wondering how he could be of any help to him. He can not fight, nor has he ever been a violent person. It's not in his nature, so he thinks what is his purpose. Sure he can create protection, but with slow speed he could never protect everyone.
He gazes at the ground, telling him self there one trick that could possibly be of good use to him....
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 10, 2011 15:47:53 GMT -5
Lucian Auspex 2 Roll: 1d10 9 Wits 3 + Composure 3 +Auspex 2 +9 =17, 4 successes
(Note 1: If Dale looks at Lucian he's a bit pensive [IE: engaged in thought, focused.] Note 2: Lucian used Auspex to see Breez's emotion, Please lable your emotion on your next post. =D)
When Lucian noticed one of the newer childer enter the tavern, his mind turned to the thought of his new citizenry. Olion was a very skilled soldier, and it was fairly obvious his abilities marked him as a great investigator. Lucian felt that he might have to find him a rank soon, as to ot disrespect a skilled kindred with the lack of propriety.
Although Breez, the one who was a little more aloof than Olion, seemed to be more of a socialite than anything. He also seemed slightly awkward to the ways of kindred kind- but perhaps it is his sort of quasi-rebellious demeanor that shows us how childer are not so uniform and that the danse macabre has more than the grim vices of the beast. Breez might've been fooling around when he shouldn't of, but he made up for it by becoming the Lucian's shield. It seemed like he just might find a place for him after all.
Snapping out of his thought momentarily he could hear Dale make his jest-ful inquiry. He responded just as well, with a similar tone; "When the heavy hitter falls, I plan to build monuments to the occasion. Hahah."
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Mr Giovanni
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Post by Mr Giovanni on Jul 10, 2011 17:02:51 GMT -5
emotion= determined
Breeze reaches behind his back and pulls out a old looking book. He opens the book and startes flipping the page.
After a while he looks up, and calls out to Hachet!
"Hachet, do you know where i could get one of those endless bags"
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 10, 2011 17:09:11 GMT -5
Hanniable did a sideways look at breeze "im sorry shiny, but this bag is for my kind only, and only if i make it for you, I is very sorry"
Hanniable jumped up from the bar and started pacing back adn forth. There was still so much to do in this city, so much he still needs to find out and yet no connections to do so. 'Ah noctunwind' he thought to himself 'what mess have u assigned me to try and get them out of'
Hanniable stopped pacing almost as quickly as he had begun. "oh princey prince. where is ur bishop friend i wanted to show him some of my blades"
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Mr Giovanni
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Post by Mr Giovanni on Jul 10, 2011 17:35:12 GMT -5
"Hachet, do you know that you just always attend to confuse me"
Breez takes a moment to him self, then get's out of his chair.
" I wish you all the best of luck, Im off to retrieve information that i feel is important to this book. I shall see you soon"
He turns away and walks out.
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Post by Medissia on Jul 10, 2011 18:45:21 GMT -5
As Breeze walks out of the Crucidrink, Pheonix starts walking towards the door. He waits as he looks at Breez and wonders where he/she/it is off too. He pays no more attention and walks inside. Taking a moment to look around, he heads towards the bar to sit down looking for someone to talk too and drink from. He is very thirsty.
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