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Operation: Rodeo [Finished]; Attn: Lessa, Oliver, Jeremy; Lynx, Yuki, Jason, Piscina.
Topic Started: Tuesday, 26. August 2014, 22:42 (3,512 Views)
Jeremy Starling
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Jeremy was a bit nervous about this whole thing. In theory a lot could go wrong. If the Anarchs noticed the listening devices, surely they wouldn´t be pleased, but feel fooled. It wasn´t nice to feel fooled, Jeremy knew that only too well himself. And yet he had done it himself...and other bad things, while being angry and in despair, and he regretted that more and more. If only he could make up for that somehow. He was trying to, tonight.

He signaled to Ms. Blücher to start the operation.

"Good luck", Jeremy said to Mrs. Carter and the ghoul.
If only they would return safely. But for now all that could be done here in the vans was to listen, hope and wait.
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Lynx reached up to scratch his head, his green eyes closing in thought for a moment. A friend that Jason would know who might have gotten herself killed or missing? Jason didn't really know anyone reckless or stupid. He definitely didn't know any kindred in the Camarilla who might have a tendency to pop off at someone and rile up ene-.... oh. He opened his eyes again and his Irish tenor was flat.

"Iffen ye mean Malia Hauke, we ain't seen her. She declared a truce after Jason tore her up fer her last stunt and she crawled away lickin her wounds. Jason ain't got time te chase down some evil hearted lil bitch. But if ye want te know if Malia has some other enemies, a gal named Margo was in here a while ago wanten te talk with Jason about allying again' Malia after she learned that Malia embraced me girlfriend. Apparently this Margo felt me C.J was HER property and was a bit put out over the affair. But I'll tell ye what Jason told Margo. Yer feuds are yer own. His business with Malia Hauke is a private one, and he's not gonna go inte it with any Camarilla kindred. So if yer here because that black hearted bitch has gotten herself staked and dusted, it's no Jason yer looking fer. The evil wench has enemies a plenty. Look at some o'them."

It was remarkable how the friendly Irishman could suddenly sound so cold. His green eyes like flat pebbles of jade in his face, the scar twisting his lips into a slight smile to the left. Then he took a single deep breath and resumed polishing the surface of the bar, clearly burning energy by wiping down the already spotless counter top.
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When Primogen Starling had wished them luck, Oliver had looked at the Kindred a moment, and bowed his head with respect, murmuring a very polite: "Thank you, Revered Primogen."

Protocol was protocol, and the Primogen deserved some respect for his office, but as well for being here, now, in the line of fire... well the second line of fire. Lady Alessandra and himself would be in that one.

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"Childe--tell Mister O'Rouke what he has asked of you. He speaks with his master's voice in this place, and knows his master's mind, and in that he will serve you well. You would not want to be already in a room with Dahlgren only to discover he deems your issue less urgent than you hope."

And Oliver saw that hole coming, but this was Doctor Carter; and if she wasn't the best actress, she had redeeming qualities... A heart of gold, of course. And she'd done well, he reflected - she'd kept it sincere.

Well done, Doctor, he thought, when Lady Alessandra curtseyed, and inclined his head very deferentially to follow in with his 'Domitor's' introduction. The fact that she had not introduced him - and that he was not allowed to speak without her permission - would identify him as a ghoul. But he did not mind this in the least, as long as the mission was proceeding according to plan.

That said, he was now convinced that the Lady before them was Kindred. She had an air of comfort, about her, which spoke of being accustomed to directing others to do her bidding. Possibly the Elder indeed. Which, most likely, would make her, Miss Shrewood.

In any case, she was deserving of respect, if only for her eloquence and calm demeanour... and for having called the ghoul to her - unless it was to use as a meat shield as he might be used.

"...your primary assignment is to observe and report. Your secondary assignment will be to ensure that Signora Carter leaves that meeting unharmed. Sacrificing yourself if necessary to give her an opportunity to escape."

His eyes moved again to the one at the bar, and a slight frown creased his brow as he listened...

" ...a gal named Margo was in here a while ago wanten te talk with Jason about allying again' Malia after she learned that Malia embraced me girlfriend. Apparently this Margo felt me C.J was HER property and was a bit put out over the affair..."

Well that explained a lot.

And the fact that a ghoul told a story, even with well-controlled anger, was no proof that said story was the truth; but the look in his eyes held passion - and that, in Old Oliver's experience, spoke volumes. They needed to speak to Margo - whoever that was, and the green eyed ghoul seemed to imply that she was Camarilla. Thus, their business here seemed at an end.

Hearing nothing in his ear piece, he continued to follow his orders, and looked down at Lady Alessandra, waiting to see what her next move would be. The expression in his eyes was still calm, but it was clear that the story that he'd heard had left a bad taste in his mouth.

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Edited by Oliver, Saturday, 30. August 2014, 22:04.
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Susan's doe-like eyes grew at the unexpected entrance of these unknown kindred... or something. There was enough tension in the room to put her even more at edge then she had been already.

Thoughts of a wink and a Lager with Lynx fell like dust to the ground as she shrunk away from the bar... just a young little ghoul here... nothing to see.

Then Piscina threw her a lifeline and indicated where Susan should sit, there beside her. She gave her mistress a grateful smile, and after a slight bob moved to sit with her lady. She pressed the small of her back against the bar, getting what cover she could behind Lady Sherwood. Even so the fresh-faced ghoul kept watching the goings on quietly, peeking over Sherwood's shoulder or around her ladies arm.
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At the mention of Margo's name, Lessa gripped the bar and closed her eyes. No, it couldn't have been her. And yet... the man sounded sincere enough. But at the moment, her own judgement was suspect. Lucky for her, the man that came with her was a lawyer, and it ws part of his job to be able to tell when someone was lying to him. Seh looked over at him.

"What do you think, Theo? Do we go talk to Margo, now?"

She wasn't sure which answer she wanted him to give. It being Margo would prevent a war. But she didn't want to believe it. and yet... She had recently suffered a major loss. One that Lessa herself was all too familiar with. And she had no outlet to vent her frustration and anger about that - she still didn't know exactly what had happened ot Ryan. What would suffering another loss, one that was perhaps not as crippling, but came with the knowledge of exactly who to blame for it, do to her? It made a kind of sense.
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"What do you think, Theo? Do we go talk to Margo, now?"

His attention already on Doctor Carter, Oliver seemed to take a moment to consider this. "Perhaps, Lessa... But first, I would offer my condolences to you, Sir, for what you have clearly suffered," he said with sincerity in his eyes, as he looked over the bar at what he still believed was a ghoul - now more than ever. And he meant it. There were lines one just didn't cross, and that was surely one of them. Said girlfriend had apparently been under Anarch protection. He could not even imagine being Embraced by another Clan than his own, by force...

And then, Oliver paused a moment, as if in respect for said loss. "And so I imagine that the last thing you need, or wish for, at present is for us to come in here and ask questions," he went on, his eyes moving on whom he believed might be Miss Sherwood.

"Madam," he began for her, very gently. "I will confess that I have never met any of the afore mentioned ladies, being here merely to accompany Miss Lessa," he said, his deep and pleasant voice a bit thick with his accent, as the mere thought of addressing an Elder was something which he took quite seriously. "And I apologize for our sudden presence here, tonight, in bringing up a name which has clearly caused nothing but pain and trouble. But, as you have already been so good to us, may I beg for a moment more of your time?" he asked very respectfully, with the trace of a sincere smile. "I assure you that we come in peace, merely seeking answers, which the gentleman may be able to provide."

His attention travelled behind the bar again, as if to let it known that some respect was given there as well, before coming back on the lady; and Oliver then again observed her clothing discretely, and she might see something in his eyes, a hint of warmth.
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Lisbeth's brow twitched. She mumbled "I wouldn't think that degenerate would have it in her. Still..." the tall Ventrue looked to Jeremy.

"Primogen Starling, Moreau havens at your Club is that correct? Can you have her detained there, house arrest; until we can question her?"

With that Lisbeth returned her attention to the audio once more. She sent another message to Oliver, with questions to be asked should the opportunity arise.
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"Indeed, her haven is there."

But house arrest, that was so rude. Ms. Moreau might never forgive him for that. But he didn´t want his clansisters to think that he was weak and that he didn´t do everything in his power to find Ms. Hauke. He nevertheless wanted try it the nice way first. Why shouldn´t she be willing to come to talk to him when he asked her to?
He really would prefer to spare her any house arrest. And as if kindred could be stopped by mortals. She only needed to use Presence to make the security guards let her go.

"I´ll try to contact her first, to find out if she is willing to meet me tonight. If she comes to see me voluntarily in my office then there´s no need for house arrest. She is normally very cooperative towards me. How quickly can we be at the Clermont Club, in less than an hour?"

Jeremy took his mobile phone and tried to reach Margo. If he couldn´t reach her immediatly then he would have to do something else, so he hoped very much that she answered the phone.
And she did, luckily. He spoke to her in a friendly manner and asked if she could come to see him in his office. He was glad that she was willing to do that. He just said that it was an urgent matter. And that he still had to reach the Clermont Club himself and wasn´t quite sure how long that might take. But that it would be great if she could be there in about an hour.
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Lisbeth glanced over at Jeremy "Less then an hour would be cutting it close, sir. Also, we are not done here. I believe there is more intelligence to be gained. I just sent some questions to the operational team that I am hoping can get answered."

"Of course, we can call off the Op on your orders sir. But I wouldn't recommend it. We don't know if this statement about the Toreador is misdirection, or an outright lie. For all we know Malia is locked in their basement. By your leave, sir I want to keep fishing so long as the situation remains calm."

Lisbeth then turned her full attention back to the audio feed... waiting on the reply to Oliver.
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Piscina nodded happily in response to the curtsy, and touched Susan possessively as she passed obediently to the indicated spot. All was right in the world in these small ways.

Then she watched the exchange between Carter and O'Rouke with rising interest. This was about Malia--Iakov's partner who he was wooing for support. Who was missing. She frowned at the news that Malia had interfered, indeed apparently made a habit of interfering, with Jason's affairs. The Gangrel was her ally and his ghoul, who had apparently lost a loved one by this Malia's actions, was dear and useful. But the important information was that more Kindred than just Iakov were looking for his lost partner.

She was trying to determine what to do about this news when Carter's guard addressed her. He used many words but was essentially, it seemed, asking her permission to continue to question Lynx. Piscina turned to look at the ghoul. O'Rouke seemed intent of wearing a hole in the counter top. He was the ghoul of the owner, and all pretense of calm and friendship had plummeted into coldness at the mention of their object's name. And the guard wished to continue to question him about her. The man was perhaps not terribly good at reading people?

"You may beg moments of my time, but I believe Mister O'Rouke has told you all that he desires to tell, and all, I believe, that you could desire to know from his lips," she said diplomatically. If Hauke was indeed dead by Jason's hand or pierced with laurels in a basement, they should know that they would not discover this by an insistent questioning of his ghoul.

She thought for a moment about the situation. Malia. Iakov. O'Rouke's hostility. Their visitor's stated intent to barrel forward with their questions despite it. Her childe's already in-motion plan to meet the Prince. Her own plans, and the fact she had two new members of the Camarilla in front of her who were likely associated with clan Ventrue.

She reached a conclusion, and decided on a course of action. She took a final sip of her glass of blood, and jumped from the stool to head towards that back stairway, up to her conference room.

"You have begged a moment of my time," she announced. "Please come with me."
"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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The Irishman shot Ms Sherwood a look of sincere gratitude and, perhaps surprising everyone, he dropped into an elegant bow. Not one an Englishman might use, this was a formal bow from Japan. His voice was soft as he spoke, even though he knew she probably wouldn't understand him. Some things he found were just said better in Japanese. arigatou gozaimasu It was a simple thank you, but one intended from an inferior to a superior. Strangely, for a man who couldn't speak English without a rollicking Irish accent his Japanese was flawless and formal, without trace of contamination for those who had the ear to hear it.

Turning back to regard the others he frowned slightly.

"I don't intend te spend me night talking o'Me Master's business. Iffen ye wish te accompany Ms Sherwood ye be welcome te do so as long as she'll have ye. But fer me, I have barkeeping te be about."

Not that he had any real work left to do, but he wasn't going to go on about his private and painful dealings with Malia Hauke. To go into it would be to reveal his Master's private affairs and he had no intention of doing that with anyone, let alone a stranger.
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And this was why they were both wearing a wire, in case they got separated. Oliver was actually better at this kind of thing than she was. She was going to leave it up to him if he wanted her there, or if he wanted to handle this on his own.

"Do you want me with you, Theo, or would you prefer to talk to her alone?"

It seemed that Mister O'Rourke would prefer that they both go talk to Miss Sherwood. But that was up to Oliver, now.
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Oliver listened to the Lady as she addressed them. "Thank you. You are very kind," he said respectfully, and his eyes then moved on the ghoul when he expressed what seemed like sincere gratitude to what was now, without a doubt, Miss Sherwood.

He nodded in understanding to the other ghoul. "Understood, Sir. And I thank you for what you have been good enough to offer," and he looked down on Doctor Carter, to see what she wanted to do.

"Do you want me with you, Theo, or would you prefer to talk to her alone?"

He wanted her to leave, go back to the safety of the van - but he merely offered a gentle smile. "You may do as you wish, Miss Lessa. But, as I have never met your friend, it is my humble opinion that you may wish to speak with Miss Sherwood as well," he murmured, and gesturing for her to precede him, as was the proper thing for a ghoul to do.

He would also wait to see if the fair haired young ghoul followed, being the gentleman - but a very attentive one.

Nothing came in his earpiece again, and so he determined that this is what Domina wanted. And it is what made sense as, knowing nothing of Miss Malia, nor of Miss Moreau, Doctor Carter would be in a much better position to ask the right questions.

Still, he'd have preferred to know Lady Alessandra far from danger. Who knew what awaited them up those stairs?
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Dammit. Lisbeth wondered if Lessa was losing her nerve. She wasn't trained for this

Lisbeth speaks quietly through Oliver's earpiece "You are not to go speak with the elder alone. You and the Signora stay together or leave together. I want to hear what Sherwood has to say. Make it happen."

Oliver should have waited for instructions before even saying anything after Lessa spoke up. Lisbeth shook her head. He hadn't been trained for this either.

But here they were.
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Lessa wasn't stupid, and she was coming to know Oliver well enough by now. No, he most definitely did not want her down here by herself. But, he couldn't say that. So, he had phrased it to be her choice - while phrasing it so that her staying down there would obviously not be the best choice. Then again, he was also showing that he knew her well enough, too. If he thought she wasn't well aware that he would prefer that she leave entirely, he was wrong.

But, she also made it so that she would be going with to talk to Sherwood while making it seem like his idea. She smiles.

"Of course. Since I know both Malia and Margo, whatever information Miss Sherwood may be able to give will likely make more sense to me than to you. Lead the way, Miss Sherwood."



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Jeremy wouldn´t have expected that they stayed longer, but some useful information might be gained, so it wouldn´t make sense to break off the operation now.

"No need to stop the operation yet", Jeremy replied to Ms. Blücher.

The ghoul had addressed Ms. Sherwood...risky, but luckily she didn´t react negatively and even agreed to have a talk. Mrs. Carter asked the ghoul if she should come with him? And that in front of others...a ghoul wasn´t supposed to take the lead.
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"You are not to go speak with the elder alone. You and the Signora stay together or leave together. I want to hear what Sherwood has to say. Make it happen."

"Of course. Since I know both Malia and Margo, whatever information Miss Sherwood may be able to give will likely make more sense to me than to you. Lead the way, Miss Sherwood."

"As you wish, let us do this together then," Oliver agreed, replying to his Domina as much as he was to Miss Lessa, and escorted the latter up the stairs, as they followed Miss Sherwood, closing the march as was befitting of his rank.

And this way, the ghoul figured, it would reassure his Stãpânã that he was still getting her feed.
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Piscina watched Lynx with a curious delight as he performed the strange ritual of respect. It was like a bow, but there was something more to it than usual. And words in a language she didn't understand. Something eastern. How novel. She didn't understand it, but liked it. She made a resolution to ask him what on earth it meant, beyond the obvious connotations of respect, some time when she wasn't taking care to seem to know everything like a proper elder. She nodded back to him. She motioned Susan to stay in the bar with him. She led the two acquiescing Kindred up the stairs.

Up the stairs, down the hall, into the conference room. Perhaps oddly, Sherwood opened the door for Oliver and Lessa, motioning them through. Assuming that they both entered the room at her bequest, this would open up the opportunity for a little slight of hand.

Nothing with malicious intent. In fact, hardly consciously done, Piscina was so accustomed to managing situations with illusions. She just wanted to take a moment to call her childe and see what he thought of these Camarilla whose purposes aligned with his own, but she didn't want to neglect her sudden guests.

Presuming that Oliver and Lessa entered as she bade, she'd throw an illusion up over the doorway. A one sided window--a picture perfect recreation of the empty hallway on the room side, and see through on the hallway side. She'd step in front of it so that she could see into the room, and send an illusion of herself through to converse with Lessa and Oliver. As she did that, she took out her mobile phone and began to torturous process of sussing out how to make it contact Iakov.

The contents of the room helped her by being rather arresting on first sight. A statue of exquisite detail sat in a pedestal in the center of the room, facing the door. The area around it was lit by standing lamps of Grecian design, and there was a stone bowl of flowers set before it.

Pisces had previously been playing with a somewhat Grecian theme, but had scaled it back into something that could conceivably exist when she went downstairs.

Assuming that Lessa and Oliver entered as she bade, and they might not as we will discover in their next posts, but assuming they did, her fetch would gesture to the chairs and say:

"Please sit. You have lost a friend. She is not a friend to those here, but I have no grievance with her. I met her once. I know something of her. Please tell me more of your loss, and perhaps I may know something to help you. Are you agents of the the Prince's clan?"

More often than not, Kindred looking for missing fellows meant them ill. Piscina did not think this was the case here, but if they were Ventrue, that would make it even less likely.

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I am the Beast of Piscina Sherwood, and this is what it looks like when I speak.
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Lessa gave a slight nod to Piscina as she entered the room. Some may have raised an eyebrow at an Elder seeming to defer to either a pair of neonates, or a neonate and a ghoul - whichever she had decided that Lessa and Oliver were. But Lessa took it as a good sign that perhaps she had similar views on the stupid hierarchy that Lessa herself did. Or perhaps not, but it seemed a step in the right direction, at least.

But when she asked if they were agents of the Prince's Clan, she wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't an agent at all - but the real question was whether she should admit to being a Ventrue, or keep up her more... nondescript... act. She gave a slight cock of her head and raised eyebrow to Oliver, waiting to find out if Lisbeth had an opinion on the subject.
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Oliver followed up the stairs, and a small frown did crease his brow when Miss Sherwood invited them in first. For a moment, he feared that some sort of trap may have been set for them, and merely inclined his head respectfully in thanks when they were invited to enter, his attentive eyes moving from Miss Sherwood, the sign on the door: Piscina Sherwood Wishmonger Conference Room 2B.

Wishmonger...

So this was her office, he reflected, again watchful as Lady Alessandra entered the conference room - which, incidentally, immediately reminded him of his Domina's study, in Romania. The same colors prevailed, the antique wood furniture. This made him feel strangely at home, and helped in calming his worries; but mostly it were the facts that the room was empty, and that Miss Sherwood followed them soon after.

Now that he felt somewhat more at ease, Oliver took a moment to admire the statue. "This is a magnificent piece of art," he offered, remaining close to Miss Alessandra.

"Please sit. You have lost a friend. She is not a friend to those here, but I have no grievance with her. I met her once. I know something of her. Please tell me more of your loss, and perhaps I may know something to help you. Are you agents of the the Prince's clan?"

"Thank you, Madam," Oliver replied in a gentle tone, his deep voice calm as usual as he motioned gallantly for Lessa to sit, as per Miss Sherwood's invitation.

Lady Alessandra's 'look' did not escape him, and he listened attentively to his Domina's orders as he, himself, sat in one of the chairs, and crossed one leg over the other. "We are of the Ventrue, yes," he announced with the trace of a smile, and some pride in his eyes. "However, I can assure you that our presence, here, is of a personal nature. And you have my word that His Highness has not sent us, nor is involved in any way regarding this visit. If she so wishes, Miss Lessa can corroborate my words, of course," he said, turning his attention on Doctor Carter. "Indeed, never having met Miss Hauke, I am merely here to accompany Miss Lessa, and offer her my support," he added, again bringing his pale, green eyes on the illusion of Miss Sherwood, completely fooled by the perfection of the Elder's crafting.
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