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| Into the Surprisingly Pleasant Lion's Den; ATTN Lisbeth, Anarchs | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 20. June 2014, 15:21 (3,142 Views) | |
| Alarik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 15:21 Post #1 |
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"Papers, Please."
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At thirty minutes past midnight, the Princes' cavalcade pulled up at its destination. A black Audi A1 took the front, followed immediately by a black Maybach 62 Zeppelin, which was in turn followed by another Audi. The display might have been mistaken by a funeral procession, which was not so strange, since it ferried the dead into Anarch territory and to the doorstep of the Hospitality Club. As per their instructions, the Princes' driver (Jhael) and the Blythe House security men with the earpieces remained inside of their respective vehicles. Only his kinswoman, Alžběta Andráško-Blücher, was to accompany him inside. Knowing the Anarchs' usual tropes, Alarik was expecting the place to be a filthy punk-rock hell hole. Perhaps (if the name was any indication) with a flavour for those Scandinavian metal bands with nationalist, violent lyrics and discordant 'music'. Needless to say, the authorities in his home state had banned such crass displays as deeply inappropriate. When he opened the door, though, he was greeted by an orderly chime, and pleasantly surprised by his surroundings. The hospitality club breathed values that the Ventrue could appreciate: solidity, timelessness and a display of consistent taste without the gaudy displays of excess that characterised modern capitalism. This wasn't just an acceptable place to stay in. It was, in his mind, deeply preferable to the post-modernist artsy-fartsy mess of degenerate art that usually infested the Muse. Hell, it made him think that he should make whoever ran the place Keeper, if Leo happened to pass away. That'd be a splendid concession. Win-win. "What a wonderful place", he thus remarked, hoping to turn to the kind host or hostess of the establishment for an introduction. He'd have some important things to say, but he'd need a bit of a crowd to say it. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 15:31 Post #2 |
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Lynx was standing behind the bar, all five feet seven inches of him. He was in his customary black button down with slacks and a pair of soft shoes. His blond hair was gelled into an artful tangle and aside from the red scar now dominating the left side of his face, he didn't look MUCH different than the last time Mr. Blucher had seen him. A bit better dressed in a simpler, understated style perhaps. His green eyes popped open wide to see Mr. Blucher walk in the door. If he remembered Jason correctly, the Mr. Blucher he had met (see person who just walked in the door) was someone really important to some of the city's vampires. So, in other words, a VIP. The young man shifted out from behind the bar. He had a simple gray apron looped around his waist and a rag over one forearm. Fairly standard barkeeping clothing, for older pub styled bars at least. His voice was a soft lilt. "Ah, Greetings, Mr. Blucher. Can I get ye anything? Shall I let Mr. Dahlgren or Ms Sherwood know yer here then?" They were the only two he could think of that Mr. Blucher might have come to meet intentionally. The rest of the custom was so far too erratic to justify coming to meet. Then again perhaps the... King? He couldn't quite remember. Perhaps Mr. Blucher had merely come to partake in the atmosphere of the Hospitality Club. For some reason Lynx suddenly felt like he was on stage and he hadn't prepared any music to perform... and didn't have his piano. |
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| Lisbeth | Friday, 20. June 2014, 15:50 Post #3 |
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Lisbeth followed in shortly after the prince. She decided to soften her wardrobe for the evening. Rather then the long black coat, boots and gloves; Lisbeth wore a midnight blue blouse, grey slacks and a brown leather coat. The tall woman displayed an austere demeanor as her winter-blue eyes scanned over the pub. She whispered to the prince after his comment; a rare touch of sarcasm "are you sure this is the place?" She took a few steps around the room; to a common observer it might be that she was deciding where to sit. But she was mentally assessing the room from a security perspective. Lisbeth made no comment and returned to her place just behind the prince. Edited by Lisbeth, Friday, 20. June 2014, 15:52.
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| Alarik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 16:17 Post #4 |
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"Papers, Please."
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Alarik Blücher had answered the sarcastic whisper with a whim of a smile, knowing exactly what she had meant. He'd let her do her work without interruption though, letting her worry about the security of the room while he dealt with the ghoul. Lynx hadn't been a ghoul when they'd last met, of course, but he had learnt of the young man's involvement with the occult prior to this encounter. He'd also ordered a raid on the man's house, but that was neither here nor there. He was here to make friends. "Please do. I would also like to talk to some of your customers, if that's al-right. I take it tonights' guests are... establishment only?" |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 16:25 Post #5 |
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Lord Torchwood
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"Ah, yes Sir. Te everyone else we're jest a private establishment Sir. Legally we're down on the books as an Invitation Only Hobby Club. I'll ring Mr. Dahlgren and Ms Sherwood presently Sir." The young man took in the towering form of Lisbeth with a blink of bring green eyes. Clearly surprised. But then, she was the tallest woman he'd even met. Collecting himself he walked around behind the back of the bar and picked up an old black phone, an actually landline. Of course, this phone only connected to the offices and conference rooms in the building. So it was pretty simple to operate. Still he quietly called both of the old vampires who tended to linger in residency, or at least he called their offices, and left a message if the phone didn't go through. He had a feeling this wasn't about having a relaxing drink and playing some pool. The young ghoul was feeling distinctly out of his depths. |
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| Piscina | Friday, 20. June 2014, 16:34 Post #6 |
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Lynx got through to conference room 2B. Pisces knew how old phones worked, though mostly from television. "Hello Mister O'Rourke. Is something the matter?" She was not accustomed to being disturbed by ringing, and was with a client, so assumed there might be an urgent situation. Possibly one that needed to be obliterated with nightmares? That would be fun. She'd need dispensation from Jason, though. |
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"I am Piscina Sherwood, and this is what it looks like when I speak." I am the Beast of Piscina Sherwood, and this is what it looks like when I speak. | |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 16:41 Post #7 |
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Lord Torchwood
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"Terribly sorry te interrupt yer business Ma'am. But, Mr Blucher, of the OTHER group of Londoners like yerself is here. He'd like te speak with... those like yerself. Ma'am. I gather it's significant business." Lynx did his best to always talk to Ms Sherwood as respectfully as he could. He considered it smart on his part. Jason confirmed that always being extremely polite to the woman was erring on the appropriate side of things. |
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| Piscina | Friday, 20. June 2014, 16:48 Post #8 |
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"Oh my. That is interesting news." There was a speculative pause. The distant noise of Piscina speaking to someone else in the room. "Thank you Mister O'Rourke. I will be down soon." |
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"I am Piscina Sherwood, and this is what it looks like when I speak." I am the Beast of Piscina Sherwood, and this is what it looks like when I speak. | |
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| Leslie | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:14 Post #9 |
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A girl suddenly came from behind a corner talking on her phone in German. "Thank you. I'll send you all the information and transfer the money within two days... yes... sure... will do! Goodbye." Her call ended and her attention was still aimed on the screen while she typed with fast speed like a real teenager. Without looking up she meanwhile strode over to the bar and talked to Lynx. "How do you like this outfit Lynx? I'm thinking on trying to look for a job. Will be difficult though. And the call I just got was about a surprise I have for Yukiko. I hope she...likes it." Her last words ended in a squeaky tone because she looked up and saw the last person on earth she suspected to see! But Lynx had clearly used the name Blücher! Fuck! That meant Prince. Her dark hair was up in a pony tail. She was wearing black high heels under her formal woman suit. It wasn't her usual style but she looked good in it. The young Gangrel froze on the spot and stared at the Camarilla delegation. Slowly she moved to Lynx and whispered. "What's going on? Are we in trouble?" Edited by Leslie, Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:26.
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| Iakov Reznik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:18 Post #10 |
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"Persona Non Grata"
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Below, Iakov had been sitting at the far end of the club in one of the large plush leather armchairs. Tonight he wore his brown canvas vest and rumpled linen longsleeve shirt. He looked like a peasant, a true blue collar working man complete with his worn hat and duster coat up on the coat rack. At his feet Sokol had laid down like some ebony sphinx. The borzoi's ears perked as the entourage entered, but kept silent. The Bohemian however, instantly honed in on the clipped German accent of the man in the midnight blue suit. Mr. Blucher? Could this be the man who "converted" Miss Hauke? The Prince's arrival was quite unexpected, but his mind immediately grew concerned for Piscina, who was still upstairs. Had she ever met this man before? Was this her chance to get into the Camarilla's good graces? Would he allow a Ravnos to walk free and openly in his domain? He had to trust his sire had a plan. The one eyed man looked to his hound and then down into his cup of blood, unsure what would happen in the next moments. Edited by Iakov Reznik, Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:23.
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:26 Post #11 |
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Lord Torchwood
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Lynx patted Leslie on the arm to calm her down. "Now now. I'm sure everything is fine. Mr. Blucher just came te talk te some folk is all. I'm sure everything is fine. And it's a nice outfit. Course, being such a fine looking women I'm sure ye can pull off jest about any look Leslie." It was said with consumate politeness. The young man wanted to see his customers remain calm above all else. So he was quick to reassure Leslie and keep her calm. He turned to Mr. Blucher and nodded his head slightly. "Ms Sherwood shall be down in a moment Sir. Please feel free to make yerself at home while ye wait fer the gathering. Yer company as well of course." Lynx would bet the tall woman was a bodyguard or Lynx would eat his boot. Not that he was wearing a boot. Still she had that scary vibe to her. He figured she could probably break him in half over her knee if she wanted too. |
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| Lisbeth | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:45 Post #12 |
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The towering Ventrue woman started to idly pace about the room. It could be hard to ignore her presence; especially since she took several seconds to look over each and every person that was in the room, or who entered or exited. She didn't speak to anyone yet. Though she wished that she had more intel on who some of these people were. Because the Tripper event pushed things forward there was not as much preparation as Lisbeth would have preferred. However, there was no sense that things were going to get out of hand. Her fellow Kindred obviously knew who the prince was and were giving him the reactions she was hoping for. Fear, nervousness, curiosity, healthy self-interest respect. So far, Lisbeth was pleased. |
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| Alarik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:47 Post #13 |
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"Papers, Please."
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OOC The Prince of London had maintained an air of calm composure whilst the ghoul (or so he presumed from his servile demeanour) made his phone calls and informed the apparent Kindred of his presence. The fact that this place was harbouring a properly trained servant made him appreciate it even more. The slave-stealing rabble-rousing attitude of the Tripper was conspicuously absent, and he was almost grateful to the unknown entity that had blown the place up. He might never had visited this... Elysium in waiting... if not for that. "Thank you, Mr. O'Rourke. It is good seeing you again." And thank you for not withdrawing your late father's money from my companies' account, he added as a tiny mental note. Despite the decidedly bubbly first impression that the woman made when talking to the ghoul, he initially suspected that Leslie might be a Ventrue. Formal wear, talking business and speaking her languages as she was. She'd spoken his own mother tongue, in fact, and his choice of formal wear mirrored that of Leslie: the midnight blue of the formal jacket and trousers were enhanced by silken jacket lapels, a white dress shirt, a black tie and a black evening waistcoat. When she was done talking to the ghoul, then, he turned to her and introduced himself in the manner of his clan: by bowing his head and attempting to take the back of her hand, upon which he would place a dry kiss. As she'd spoken German, he would speak German to her in turn. "Delighted to meet you, Ms. Leslie. Alarik Blücher, Prince of London." |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:22 Post #14 |
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It was not the phonecall he wished to receive that evening. It was not the kind of situation he wished to deal with. But, as it was now happening and precious little could be done about except, well, deal with it, the Gangrel rushed from his office to the downstairs club area. Not that anyone would know he'd rushed as he would appear from the stairs with his usual calm body language and demanor, although there was a brief, though really rather unnoticeable, sound as if a growl in the back of his throat for a moment upon confirming what he had heard from the message Lynx had left him. Then again... Gangrel. And even though he pushed a pair of round shades to properly settle on the bridge of his nose, there was no hiding that he was Gangrel. Not with the short but claw-like nails, the permanent fangs and something about the way he moved and regarded others that spoke of a predator. Said predator though was, as always, dressed in a semi formal way, tonight's choice apparently having fallen on a discreetly pinstriped suit with a black vest. Although he was not wearing the jacket, nor a tie at the moment, having also folded his sleeves back to 3/4 length and tied his hair into a ponytail of sorts. The three day stubble was present on his chin, but it almost always was and it suited the tall man whose broad shoulders and build gave him away as someone who had known hard labour in his mortal days. Jason flexed his fingers once, a habit from way back as a means of relaxing his hand after having been writing for a longer period of time, before approaching the counter where the Prince was speaking with Lynx. "Mister Blücher, I presume" the British accent more or less drowned up what might remain of his own Swedish origins as the Gangrel addressed the man before him. "How may I help you?" not that he necessarily felt all that inclined to help, but if the Ventrue could keep it civil, so could he. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:33 Post #15 |
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"Thank you Lynx. You always know how to make a woman feel appreciated." With a smile and a soft caress on his arm to thank him for the comfort she took a step towards the Prince. He was not on his grounds so even he had laws to obey now. She bowed as well and gave a surprised look when he kissed her hand. "It has been long since I spoke this language so I apologise already for my future mistakes. I must say it is an honour to have you here. I hope we can provide you with everything you need." A small purr escaped her. It was almost not audible unless one paid careful attenion. When Jason arrived Leslie stepped aside and let the men converse. It was Jason's club and truth to he told somewhere deep down Leslie's Beast told her to run and hide while she could. At the same time she did admire the perfection in his outfit. The man had a certain style. Stiff but it shouted business. All things aside he had something classy going on. Edited by Leslie, Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:35.
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| Alarik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:49 Post #16 |
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"Papers, Please."
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"Thank you." Those were the last words he intended to speak in German tonight. He didn't want to be seen to exclude anyone from the conversation and, besides, it was rude to address her in a language that was unfamiliar to her now, when they both had another common tongue at their disposal. And though he spoke German with a somewhat stereotypical accent, Alarik was just as confident about his mastery of the English language. What to make of the Gangrel Elder, then? By the manner in which Jason spoke and conducted himself, Alarik recognised the man with whom he had negotiated over the release of Miss Hauke, who had since been turned to the Camarilla cause. He didn't know how much Lord Dahlgren knew about this, or what conclusions he had drawn from the aftermath of that encounter. It couldn't have endeared him to the Office of the Prince too much, he supposed, but hopefully it would not stand in the way of doing business. More important than any past squabbles was the fact that Lord Dahlgren was, as far as he was aware, an Elder. This meant that certain protocols had to be observed: the Prince would refrain from taking a seat whilst Jason remained standing, and he would observe the correct form and manner of address. The Ventrue, raised in the ways of his Sire, thus bowed as a medieval Lord might have done to one of slightly greater rank, and maintained frank eye-contact while they spoke. "Lord Dahlgren, I ask for your permission to make a short announcement to the Kindred here assembled, after which I am prepared to answer their questions, if they have any. When that is done, I intend to leave peacefully." Edited by Alarik, Friday, 20. June 2014, 21:09.
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Friday, 20. June 2014, 21:49 Post #17 |
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The Gangrel, observing the man before him from behind the dark glass of his shades, did not take a seat but rather remained standing where he was. His expression also remained unchanged, there was no smile, but there was no scowl either, which was good right? "I never was, nor will I ever be a Lord" the Gangrel stated, simply getting that out of the way sooner rather than later. "And by all means, speak if you wish, this establishment is neutral ground. Everyone follow the same rules here" except if people broke said rules, then all bets were off and the Gangrel didn't generally care about having to ask twice. But, that wasn't the point, everyone followed the same rules and the rules were set in stone. Or well, in metal at the moment, securely bolted to the wall. "So speak your mind, I am sure everyone else will" oh, the Anarchs of London might annoy the older Gangrel to no end, but he had no trouble believing they would speak directly and loudly should anything the Prince say not be to their liking. And quite frankly, he had trouble thinking of anything the Prince might wish to tell the Anarchs being to their liking. |
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| Alarik | Friday, 20. June 2014, 22:03 Post #18 |
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"Papers, Please."
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Not a Lord? Clearly, he had been misinformed. Wasn't it Malia who had claimed that the man was some kind of Nordic Nobility? The faux pas was hardly scandalous, though: better to be too polite than the reverse. And most Elders appreciated a good grovel. This provided the perfect opportunity for an apology: "My apologies. What form of address do you prefer?" He would make note of the preferred form before acknowledging that he would be permitted to speak. Even if the Elder Dahlgren asserted this as the simple right of everyone who was in his establishment, he would still treat it as a privilege. He was, after all, on their turf. Trying to win them over. He could more easily project confidence when addressing the group at large, dealing with Kindred who - presumably - did not hold centuries of seniority over him. "You are most gracious. Mr. O'Rourke informed me that Miss Sherwood was on her way down, so I believe I'll wait until she has an opportunity to join us." Edited by Alarik, Friday, 20. June 2014, 22:05.
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Friday, 20. June 2014, 22:15 Post #19 |
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"Same as you'd address any other man" if nothing else the Prince was proper when it came to etiquette so it wasn't as if the Gangrel expected to hereby be referred to as "hey, you there". Which would explain why he gave no accurate answer, leaving that to the man's judgement. "And by all means..." no, he didn't offer a smile even though he acknowledged waiting for Piscina to arrive. It did raise some questions as to what exactly the Prince felt the need to announce in the setting of an Anarch club though. As Jason would be surprised as Hell to find it to be anything pleasant or uplifting. No, the high and mighty of the Camarilla did not visit these kinds of places for the fun of it. And Alarik didn't exactly strike him as the type to come on a purely social visit either. He gestured to the general club area which offered him and his company with plenty of places to choose from as far as seating was concerned. "I am sure she will be down soon enough" the Gangrel's eyes, though hard to see through the tinted glasses of his shades, glanced towards Lynx. "Mister o'Rourke, put any drink of Mister Blücher's on my tab" not that he expected the man, whose reputation painted him as more than a bit paranoid, to actually purchase anything from the place. But the gesture was none the less polite. And believe it or not, Jason actually did keep a tab because he absolutely hated it when the ledgers didn't add up, and the man was meticulous about the finances. So he never took from the stock inventory without paying or adding it to his tab for later settlement. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 22:26 Post #20 |
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Lynx bows his head and returns to the area behind the bar where his mortal ass is out of the way. He'd do as Jason said of course. He even took out the leather bound ledger that was kept under the old fashioned cash register on the off chance that he did indeed need to put anything in the tab books. So far only Jason and Ms Sherwood were allowed to run tabs. Cash on the barrel head for everyone else. Jason just didn't trust most of the other Anarchs to actually pay up later if they didn't give the money first off. Go figure. |
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