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| You never called... [Finished]; Attn: Lynx (openish) | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 11. July 2014, 08:00 (1,100 Views) | |
| Lynx | Friday, 18. July 2014, 16:16 Post #21 |
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Lynx's hand had strayed under the bar as Margo walked over. It was resting on a little square button that would sound a buzzer in Piscina & Jason's offices that announced "Angry Vampire Problem" and requested help, but he didn't push it. His green eyes were going frosty. He was getting a bit TIRED of this conversation. It was painful. He took a few deep breaths. "Yes. She's here in London. Though she's announced some lame kind of "truce" with Jason. Not that we trust her te honor it. I don't DEAL in enemies here Miss Margo. I deal in drinks. If Jason'll speak with ye Yuki'll bring her down. But if ye could back up and give me a bit of space, I'd thank ye." He continued taking a few slow deep breaths. He was getting that buzzing sensation in the back of his head. Kind of like when he'd decided that the desk in the library needed to be reduced to shards. He turned his back and walked over to inspect the barrels behind the bar. Each a cleverly disguised refrigerator. Making sure they were all shut properly. Then he checked the standing barrel that was actually a pot of boiling water with a hanging bar, for bringing the blood bags to the proper temperature. He added a bit more water to it to make up for the bit that had evaporated. Routine tasks to calm himself down, because this was definitely damaging his calm. He picked up a small bronze incense burner and put a cone into it. A flick of a lighter and a few soft exhalations and the faint scent of clove was drifting through the air. He enjoyed that smell in particular. He took a few more deep breaths and walked back to the bar to resume his polishing. |
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| Margo Moreau | Monday, 21. July 2014, 05:37 Post #22 |
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Rebel Toreador
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Margo backed off. "Sorry" she said. After her initial anger the Rose seemed to have it better managed. It was fairly clear to Margo that Lynx was just going to be one crazy night. It was likely for the best, she was hardly in good shape... and... she couldn't feed from him anyway without causing trouble. Margo took her brown ale and took a seat in one of the comfy looking leather chairs. She held her pint in one hand and rested her head against the other. The little Toreador decided that she would nurse her beer for awhile, and if she hadn't heard anything by then, she would just leave and... leave this family alone. Malia however, Malia was entirely another matter. Margo would make her pay for CJ. Fuck yes she would. |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Monday, 21. July 2014, 10:09 Post #23 |
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..sorry...pfft.. Sorry she isn't getting what she wants maybe..sorry for being an egocentric, festering whorepile with only the barest veneer of the human she once was? No. Definately not. Fucking Yuki's little 'brother' like some toy, rooting around in Yuki's head like she owns the place, -demanding- things from a clearly grieving family as though she has some sort of Mandate From Heaven to get everything she wants without regard for others. Feh! She wants to see Father does she? Oh she -will- see Father, after Yuki has carefully explained just what sort of -thing- he's dealing with. A petty, self-centered Camarilla whore. Of the Toreador variety. Who fucked Jason's Ghoul. Rooted around in his daughter's head like her personal rummage sale. And is probably going to try to suck up to him so she can use him for her own purposes like all these tainted, Demon-guided sacks of filth seem to do. ..well, okay, not -all- of them, there are a rare few who fight their Demon, rather than give in to it. ..very rare few.. Is Yuki being petty and viciously vindictive? Oh yes. Is it fair? No, not really. Is Yuki going to feel bad about it later? ...ehhh... under normal circumstances, yes but this..-thing-, this Toreador -WHORE- crossed a line...and crossed it hard. Let her fester in her own filth and if the two demon bitches end up killing each other, so much the better, Yuki won't have to dirty her hands and her family can be free of their enemy without anyone needing to lose themselves. Well...anyone who matters.. Part of the hate probably stems from the fact that the Toreador reminds her of Malia..there's just something about the way they ..do things. Although Hauke has the good grace not to -pretend- to be a decent person... Should be an interesting meeting when Yuki comes down with her adoptive father in tow, smirking evilly like a cat who just ate a whole truckload of canaries....Small, helpless canaries. And they were -delicious-! Edited by Yukiko Miyazaki, Monday, 21. July 2014, 10:10.
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Yuki is somewhat small, with an athletic build but the muscletone of a wet noodle. She looks to be in her early twenties. Those with an interest in Manga may recognise her as 'MissMatch' a noted illustrator in the business. Italics are inner monologue, White is Japanese | |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Monday, 21. July 2014, 16:34 Post #24 |
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För Kung och Fosterland
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The sound of soft soled leather shoes could be hear coming down the wooden stairs as Jason emerged and stepped into the Club area and threw a quick look around with amber wolf-like eyes partially hidden behind the round tinted glasses of his shades. Now, generally, only idiots and douches wore shades at night and indoors, but when you were as paranoid as the Swede, it made sense. And quite frankly, he didn't much care what anyone thought of him. The man, late thirties perhaps at most, had a weathered look, short stubble on his chin and silvery gray hair, almost like a mane, pulled back into a ponytail. His lips concealed a set of sharp fangs and his hands, currently adjusting the cuff links, were set with short claw-like nails that, while not long enough to be in the way, were still sort of noticeable. He was tall, broad shouldered and athletic built in a manner that suggested he'd been used to working for a living though dressed as someone more accustomed to staying behind a desk as he was wearing a pair of black pressed trousers, a white starched shirt and a wine red silk vest to contrast the black tie. The man, not one for showing much emotions in public, had a neutral expression as he walked over to Margo while indicating for Yuki to go join Lynx with a light touch of a calloused but gentle hand to her shoulder. "Miss Moreau?" he had a British accent to the way he spoke. "You wished to see me?" he'd stopped by where she was sitting and, having finished adjusting the cuff link, lowered his arms and moved his hands to rest behind his back while observing her. |
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| Margo Moreau | Monday, 21. July 2014, 19:40 Post #25 |
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When Margo was actually in Jason's presence, suddenly all this seemed like a bad idea. But, no way to unring the bell. Margo stood up and gave a respectful bow of her head. She suddenly realized she was not completely sure what the etiquette was here. The quiet power of this elder was... unsettling to her. A very different sort then she was used to dealing with in the halls of Elysium. Margo said "I wish to speak with you about Malia Hauke, sir." The little Rose started to feel better as soon as she spoke the Ventrue's name. Oh yes, rage. That is what this was about. "Perhaps in private?" Lynx already looked rather unsettled about the entire thing. Perhaps kindred to... bigger, older scary kindred was better. |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Monday, 21. July 2014, 21:42 Post #26 |
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"My business with Miss Hauke is my own, and in all fairness any business of yours with her is none of mine" the man said with a small sigh. "As it stands I have no desire to turn her petty misconceived vendetta into a full blown war, even though she has already sent out her declaration. I can handle my own business as I am sure you can handle yours" the Swede continued in his usual calm tone of voice. "I do not mean to be rude Miss Moreau, but you are not one of mine" neither Clan nor Sect from what he reckoned, and she certainly wasn't part of his family. "I am already having to deal with the transgression of one of my employees involving you, and quite frankly, that is enough" for which he was not pleased. Not pleased with Lynx. Nor pleased with her. Lynx because he had broken one of few rules the Gangrel had cemented in stone. And the Toreador for feeding off of his property knowing that the man was someone else's Ghoul. Because honestly, Lynx couldn't lie to him, so eventually the truth had come for a day and it had not been what Jason had wanted to hear. It had been... disappointing. "However, I do believe Miss Hauke is under Camarilla protection these days? Surely she wouldn't be hard to track down should you wish to have words with her" what? He wasn't exactly going to try and stop the woman from going after the Ventrue either. He merely had no desire to involve anyone in his personal affairs. Hell, it wasn't as if he had told any of his family all the details either. He just wasn't that kind of person. His thoughts, his feelings, his experiences, they were all his, and save for the few times he allowed his guard to be lowered, he was a very private person. "As it stands" the man said. "She is playing by your rules, on your turf and if anything, while she hates rules, she knows how to best use them to her advantage. I might take that into consideration if I was you and plan accordingly" he had no desire to declare war on the Camarilla, though he would take the bitch's head if given half a chance and not look back. Although, he also recognized the importance of not making his family a target of said Sect by acting foolhardy. And that was also in part why he did not wish to involve anyone else. "If you are serious about wishing to see her that is. Since, as I said, my business is my own and I intend to keep it that way" and he would not involve others. Whatever their reason might be. |
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| Margo Moreau | Monday, 21. July 2014, 22:33 Post #27 |
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Shit. The Gangrel elder found out about their little tryst. Damn, but Margo had to respect this guy. He was the shit. As she listened to the well-spoken and dignified Gangrel Margo thought to herself this is how a prince should be... for the second time in as many weeks she was tempted to jump the Camarilla ship. Not that the Anarchs would even have her. As far as Malia, Margo felt in the clear about going after her without the risk of robbing Jason of his vengeance. "As far as Ms. Hauke..." Margo started to say. Then thought better of it and waved it off. If Margo had her way, Jason would never see that Ventrue bitch ever again. But that still left the other matter... Margo suddenly realized she didn't know Jason's last name. She said "Sir, I accept responsibility for the matter with Lynx. I took advantage of his grief and drunkenness... for whatever leniency that might buy him. Because I trespassed, I feel obliged to make it right... even should I never see you or step foot in your domain again... If you don't have anything in mind at this moment I will leave my contact information and you may call in this debt at a later time." |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Tuesday, 22. July 2014, 09:05 Post #28 |
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Yuki makes a soft, happy murring song at Jason's touch and scampers off to Lynx's side like a good, obedient daughter. She feels a little bad about getting her 'little brother' back in the doghouse by tattling on Margo but the Toreador slut has it coming. Ofcourse Father has to ruin Yuki's little revenge fantasy by being all calm, cool and collected as usual. Dammit. ...and the bitch has to ruin it further by actually looking genuinely contrite offering him one of their vaunted Boons..dammit, dammit, dammit..this is NOT going according to script AT ALL! She's supposed to be flippant and bitchy and make the whole thing about -her- again! She's not supposed to be REASONABLE! She's -supposed- to act like the little spoiled Princess and get her undead arse forcibly ejected! ..preferably with a few pieces missing because she's stupid enough to resist.. ..they're ALL stupid bloody vampires, why can't they do ANYTHING right..!!? ...that..that was a bad thought..that was a really bad thought... Father is not 'a stupid bloody vampire' and he certainly can't get ANYTHING right..Father is..Father is different, better, he's..he..dammit! ..dammitdammitdammit, DAMN IT! Yuki doesn't do the dramatic teenager thing and rush off to cry in her room (..ignoring the fact that she -has- no personal room her anyway) though she does make a very soft whimpering noise and ducks behind the bar to hug her knees to her chest with one slender arm and thumps her head with a dainty little fist. 'Stop lumping him in with those other -things-! Bad Yuki! He's not like that, he's a GOOD man, he tries HARD, he's good, he is, he TRIES! Stupid, stupid, stupid girl..' ..it should probably be noted that with Margo's attention being on Jason and Yuki being on the other side of the bar, it's highly unlikely that the Toreador has anything to do with the weird Japanese girl suddenly ducking behind the cover of the bar. And trying very hard not to cry. Edited by Yukiko Miyazaki, Tuesday, 22. July 2014, 09:12.
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Yuki is somewhat small, with an athletic build but the muscletone of a wet noodle. She looks to be in her early twenties. Those with an interest in Manga may recognise her as 'MissMatch' a noted illustrator in the business. Italics are inner monologue, White is Japanese | |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Wednesday, 23. July 2014, 20:24 Post #29 |
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The Gangrel appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding once. "Very well, you may leave your contact information at the bar" the Swede stated as he apparently, with that, considered the conversation, concluded. "Have a continued pleasant evening, Miss" and with that he took a step back and turned, walking over to the counter where he could see Lynx and where he knew Yuki was hiding. "Yukiko, if you would like to talk" aka scream at him, he knew damn well she wanted to because he could read her much like he could read her mother. "I will be upstairs. And Lynx?" the amber predatory eyes turned towards the young Ghoul. "I don't have to repeat myself, do I?" he bloody well hoped not. Which meant he was suppose to take Miss Moreau's information and pass it to Jason and not go using it.... The Gangrel then, lingering there only briefly, headed towards the stairs, apparently intending to go back to his office. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 23. July 2014, 20:36 Post #30 |
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Lord Torchwood
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"No Sir. Me carousing shall be curtailed and I'll be more careful. I promise sir." The Irishman hung his head. He had no intention of violating Jason's trust again. He wasn't going to put himself in the situation where it was easy for him to fall prey to the hunting patterns of vampires anymore. Which meant that he was NOT going to be going out to get deeply drunk again. In fact he might start avoiding the Darkly Decadent altogether since he'd run into vampires there twice and been preyed upon both times. While the Irishman normally didn't call Jason sir, at the vampire's request, it seemed appropriate for this particular moment. He reached under the counter and took out a pad of paper and a pen for Miss Margo to write her particulars down upon. He'd then set it aside to take up to the Gangrel when the evening shift was over and he was closing up for the day. He had no interest in defying his Master's rules and facing his disappointment again. He couldn't bear the loss that he'd face if he did so. |
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| Margo Moreau | Saturday, 26. July 2014, 06:58 Post #31 |
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Margo quickly wrote down contact information and out of habit deftly drew a little rose next to it. She took in as much of Lynx as she could in her big brown eyes. There was so much she wanted to say. She wanted to touch him again, or hear him play. Margo believed it was also possible she would never see him again, and this crunched her heart in a stony grip. "I'm... so sorry." Margo said in a cracking voice. In the end, what else was their to say really? At least here with other people around, and he having just gotten a stern talking to by his boss. Then Margo fixed her hat and gave her jacket a tug. She stepped out of the door and was quickly swallowed by the rising fog of the London night. |
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