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| Michael | Friday, 3. October 2014, 17:48 Post #41 |
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"Fidel," he added, offering a hand. "Like Castro," Fidel? Michael laughs, the sound both amused and approving, at the name. "Wow, cool," he extends his hand over to shake, his own grip warm and firm. "Great name, I've never met a Fidel before. Is it a family name? Or were your parents fans of him or something?" While he waits for the reply to that, he sends a resolved look down at his still-mostly-full mug of Guinness, then his eyes lift to Reggie as she offers him an out. "I have a nice Newcastle Brown Ale if you don't fancy the Stout. No shame in it. Guinness is an acquired taste, no need to jump into the deep end, eh? Why not try the ale... Its brewed up in Yorkshire, that's where I'm from!" His smile is a grateful one. "Well, if it's from where you're from, it's got to be good." He offers her the Guinness back in exchange for the fresh pint. After sampling it, he lets out a surprised mmm sound. "Hey, that's good!" He takes a longer draw from the glass. "Thanks," he gives her a bright smile. "I can see how it takes after you," he winks. He takes another drink, making his way through it a lot faster than he had the Guinness. "Which is taken from Regina. My middle name, to answer your question." "Regina," he repeats after her. "Sounds like a royal name, like you should be a queen or something." Then he looks over to Lynx when the Irish man speaks. "Couldn't handle the Irish blood then could ye? Well, good thing we didn't offer ye the whiskey. Ye'd be crying fer yer Mum by now." Irish blood? Well there's a way to make the drink even less attractive... He replies in a mock-offended tone, "Takes more than a drink to drive me to tears." Then in a less joking, more happy voice, "This is good," he lifts the Newcastle. "Your employees really know their stuff," he gives Reggie a nod and a smile, then hushes as Lynx goes on. "I will have te ask lad, that ye take yer leave when ye finish yer beer. ... and it always breaks me heart te have te reject those who haven't passed." He listens without interrupting, then takes another long drink to show he's not delaying on purpose. "Will do. Thanks for your hospitality." He nods to being discrete. "Scout's honor," he holds up three fingers in the traditional-if-American Scout salute gesture. "I won't tell anyone." Before he can say more, there's a whirlwind of a new person arriving. He gives Leslie an approving once-over, smiling as he watches her home in on Lynx. He's not so distracted by her looks that he misses what she says. "... I think it will be so pretty with all the lights and the music and the humans around. Warm and cosy and cold at the same time!" "Humans"? Michael blinks, but covers any reaction other than that. I wonder if that's her personal slang or British slang or something... He takes a drink as he considers that, thinking back, trying to recall if he's heard that used in the couple weeks he's been in London. When she looks at him, clearly checking him out, all thoughts of the origins of the odd slang are dismissed. "Hey," he greets her, lifting his half-full mug in a salute. Though he smiles at her, he keeps the flirtiness in it reined in -- it looks like she and Lynx already have some kind of connection, and he's not going to be staying here long enough to follow through with anything. Edited by Michael, Friday, 3. October 2014, 17:50.
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| Oliver | Friday, 3. October 2014, 18:14 Post #42 |
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"I think we can handle this without, jest yet." Oliver nodded again. If Mr. O'Rourke wanted to take care of things in here, he had no problem with that - and he'd already given him the name of his Mistress, so it never occurred to him that the Gangrel didn't know who the Prince's Chief of Security was. Everyone knew that, in the ghoul's mind. "Sorry te steal Fidel from ye Reggie. Just needed te discuss a bit o'memberhsip business with him." Oliver left his host to address the kine while he sipped his drink... "If your going to insist on bein' so formal it would be Miss Edwards lovey. ...Why not call me Reggie and make yourself comfy hm?" Comfy... "Very well, Reggie," he said politely, with some amusement, noticing the little bats in her corset... Not exactly from the Old Country, but a cute touch. That brought the memory of Sofia, and he looked down at his drink for a short moment in thought. "Couldn't handle the Irish blood then could ye? Well, good thing we didn't offer ye the whiskey. Ye'd be crying fer yer Mum by now." "Fidel? ...Wow, cool, Great name, I've never met a Fidel before. Is it a family name? Or were your parents fans of him or something?" The handshake was firm, and Oliver managed to smile. He hated the Castro name, but it was Masquerade friendly. "Thank you," he said, looking in the kine's eyes. "And yes, family name," he added with a nod, the lie as smooth as was his Scotch. And then he merely listened, keeping to himself... "I will have te ask lad, that ye take yer leave when ye finish yer beer. As yer not a member or a guest it's against the Club rules for ye te linger te long. Perhaps ye could get Reggie's number if ye have any questions ye can contact her. Or Fidel here could answer them for ye. Being a clever laddybuck. But I'd appreciate iffen ye were discrete. We don't advertise because the selection process can be a touch picky and it always breaks me heart te have te reject those who haven't passed." "Scout's honor, ...I won't tell anyone." Damned right you won't, Oliver told himself, merely waiting for curly hair to be done with his drink to follow him outside... "Lynx! OMG! Lynx! I need a favour! Please please pleeeeaaaaase... I saw that in November the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland will start! Do you want to go ice skating with me? Or do you know someone who would be interested? I'm so excited! I haven't done that in like... years. I can't even remember. I think it will be so pretty with all the lights and the music and the humans around. Warm and cosy and cold at the same time!" A glance was given, but the ghoul didn't stare, wondering if these Anarch did any... Tzimisce hunting, or anything else Kindred related. From what he'd been taught, the Anarch disagreed with the Camarilla on many points, and were strong advocate of freedom - but he wondered it that included fighting against those who would make slaves of the entire population... Edited by Oliver, Friday, 3. October 2014, 18:16.
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| Lynx | Friday, 3. October 2014, 18:40 Post #43 |
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Lynx clapped Michael on the shoulder with a warm grin and nodded at the salute. "Thanks lad. I appreciate it." Then Leslie came swirling in through the door like a whirlwind of cute and flirtation and Lynx had to chuckle and reach out a hand to settle her down. He dropped a hand on her shoulder to stop the bouncing and chuckled. His green eyes sparkled. "Alright settle. Settle. Heh. I can go ice skating with ye. I didn't live in Canada fer a decade without learning a few tricks fer moving about on the ice. Jest don't break me floor boards." He was amused and a tiny bit flustered. This was probably one of the busiest nights his Club had ever had and in the middle of it was a human he was trying very hard not to have to kill. Or Ghoul. God that'd be awkward. Then again that's how Jason had managed to end up with him. As it always did thoughts of Jason sent a spike of black despair through him which he managed to keep mostly off his face. He took a few deep breaths and patted Leslie's excited shoulder, shoring up his smile. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Friday, 3. October 2014, 18:56 Post #44 |
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With a sigh he put the phone back into the hold and pulled the sleeve over it again. His lucky night, really... He just got up, when a familiar face stormed in and poured a torrent of words over Lynx. with a grin, he waved back, when she did to him. Walking up the crowd and leaning against the pool table, crossing his legs at the ankles. Hi there Leslie... and hi there, you. He sent a bright grin to the dark curled guy at the bar. Checking him out with his honeybrown eyes. Nice skintone, nice ass, nice shape in total... nice snack, indeed. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 3. October 2014, 20:30 Post #45 |
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Lynx his firm hand on her shoulder made her stop bouncing up and down but the excitement made her tremble slightly. Her chocolate brown eyes widened when he told her he would take her. She clapped her hands and smiled wide. One of those signature bright smiles that made her look so young and innocent! "Thank you!" she quickly hugged him and then she turned to Tris. "Tris! You should totally come along! You'll love it! Hell! Everyone should go!" She twirled around making her skirt spin and already felt like she was on ice. "Oh damn..." she suddenly said with a pout. "... I'll need to go shopping. I need new winter clothes to fit in with the winter scene." With a grin she aimed her gaze at Reggie. "Do you like shopping? Are you allowed to?" The young Gangrel looked at the new face. "Hello! You are new! You smell new! That is so cool!" she wriggled her nose, closed her eyes and took in his scent. Download complete. He was now in her mental scrapbook of scents together with his picture! Yes! Then she moved on to Oliver and did the same. While moving back to Lynx she skipped in between steps. "Who do the new ones belong to?" |
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| Michael | Friday, 3. October 2014, 20:53 Post #46 |
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"And yes, family name," Michael nods, looking like he totally buys that Fidel is a family name. What other reason could be behind it? Secret Fidel Castro cult aiming to take over the world by naming their sons and daughters after him? He takes another long drink, looking comfortable at the bar, at home here even though he doesn't belong. Lynx makes it easy to feel comfortable, not to mention his quick pace at finishing the ale. It's not nearly enough to get him drunk, but it's starting to take the edge off nicely. "Thanks lad. I appreciate it." The second shoulder clasp gains Lynx another smile, Michael turning more of his attention towards the man, studying his face. The scar really doesn't take away from his looks, and Irish accents are always sexy. He may not be staying long, but there are always other possibilities... Before he can complete that thought, Tristan joins them at the bar. I can see why it's members only here, the mortal thinks as he eyes him up in return. The owner's got good taste... "Hey," he returns both Tristan's greeting and his smile, lifting his too-quickly-emptying mug to him in a casual salute. "Name's Michael. Nice to meet you, though I'm not staying long." Then his attention is drawn from their conversation back to Leslie. "Do you like shopping? Are you allowed to?" Is Reggie allowed to? Odd question... He glances at the barkeep, seeing how she's taking that. Things get odder still as the hyper woman continues speaking. "Hello! You are new! You smell new! That is so cool!" Michael blinks at being told he smells new, looking uncertain how to take that, then he covers it with a chuckle. "Hope that's a good thing, like a new car smell," he tells her with a smile, then nods and shrugs and shakes his head no one after another. "New, but not a member. I came in by mistake. He," he nods at Lynx, "was kind enough to spot me a beer," he lifts his mug, "before I head back out into the cold dark of night." The final question gets the biggest confused look from him. "Who do the new ones belong to?" And then the light goes on -- it's clear on his face the moment Michael realizes exactly what kind of club this is. Lynx said Reggie was kinky. Hyper woman asked about people belonging to other people. This must be some kind of S&M or slave club or something, something kinky like that. Michael nods to himself as he figures it out, then gives the faces another once-over, along with the setting around them, looking for signs to back up his assumption. |
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| Oliver | Friday, 3. October 2014, 21:05 Post #47 |
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It was starting to be too crowded for the Ventrue ghoul. After all, he knew none of these people well, and the newly entered seemed a little too emotional for his peace of mind. Since recently, Oliver had made a rule to avoid emotional Kindred. Because Beast. And she had sniffed him... Not reassuring. With that thought, he finished his drink, stood, pulled out his wallet, and placed enough pounds on the counter to pay for his drinks, the kine's, and a nice tip for Miss Edwards. "Thank you," he said for the small barmaid and, seeing that the Kindred were busy with the kine, and knowing better than to interrupt them - Ventrue protocol -, he pulled a pen from his shirt, and wrote his cell on a napkin, sliding it over to Reggie. "For Mr. O'Rourke, Miss Sherwood and yourself, should you ever need assistance," he murmured discretely, having moved forward. And, with that, unless someone stopped him, the ghoul would make his way out of the bar. Mission accomplished, it was time to go home. Edit
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| Lynx | Friday, 3. October 2014, 21:54 Post #48 |
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Oliver didn't make it out the door. Lynx reached over and pushed a button under the lip of the bar and a buzzing thump echoed as the magnets that sealed the front door triggered. He grimaced and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He took a few calming breaths and sighed. This was all getting too complicated. "Fidel, we'll be needing yer Master te come down and exercise those services that ye offered earlier. I think it's best we give Michael here some pleasant memories to replace the last few minutes. So at the moment nobody is going in or out until we can straighten this out in a nice calm sort o'way." He smiled at Michael and shook his head. He felt guilty but there shouldn't be any lasting harm. He waved for the slim man to go and settle in one of the cushy chairs. "Michael if ye could have a seat and get comfortable I'm hoping this won't take very long. We can get ye a few more drinks if yer in the mood te relax." He ran a hand through his blond hair and closed his green eyes. He didn't know what powers were possessed by Tristan but he was fairly sure that Leslie wouldn't be able to help make the mortal more comfortable. He also didn't know how to make this process more painless. Things had spiraled out of control far faster than he had imagined they could. He had just wanted to let the mortal have a simple drink and then get him out the door. He had not imagined it was going to go sideways so fast. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Friday, 3. October 2014, 22:24 Post #49 |
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Tristan heard this strange sound when Fidel wanted to leave and he frowned upon the words he heard between Lynx and the Ventrue Ghoul. Damned no... don't let a Ventrue mess with the guys mind... Another thing was, that he didn't like too much to be locked in, even if the place was comfortable, but just to know, not being able to leave as he wished, made him feel a soft flutter of the beast in his chest. Still leaning against the pool table, smiling and keeping it as calm as possible, but still he didn't like the thought a Ventrue would come here and mess with the guy... and what would happen to all the others? Why not just fill the guy up and let him forget with alc? So far nothing really bad had happened, but well... this was the Irishs show, so his decision... |
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| Leslie | Friday, 3. October 2014, 22:58 Post #50 |
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Suddenly the whole vibe changed. Leslie felt like she had done something wron but she had no idea what. The one guy decided to leave and Lynx stopped him and even closed the door. Her bouncing energy quickly disappeared as she blinked at everyone with sheer confusion on her face. "Lynx! What are you doing? What is wrong?" Tristan looked calm and Reggie as well. What was wrong with this Michael? He looked normal, smelled normal... hm? Perhaps the ghoul of a wrong Domitor? This was confusing her. She hoped Lynx would still go skating with her. The young one walked over to Oliver and shrugged at him. "I am sorry. I don't know what just happened and you seem disturbed either by me or something else so... em... yeah... I'm sorry." she extended her hand. "I'm Leslie." |
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| Michael | Friday, 3. October 2014, 23:02 Post #51 |
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Michael pays little mind to Fidel leaving -- people arriving and leaving at a bar, even a private one, is a pretty commonplace thing. It's only when Lynx addresses Fidel does Michael realize that the guy didn't make it out. Mostly empty glass in hand, he looks towards the door and the still-here Fidel. His smile fades away. "Fidel, we'll be needing yer Master te come down and exercise those services that ye offered earlier. I think it's best we give Michael here some pleasant memories to replace the last few minutes. So at the moment nobody is going in or out until we can straighten this out in a nice calm sort o'way." A look of wary suspicion replaces it. Lynx's smile is not returned. Michael doesn't move in response to the wave towards the cushy chairs, he only sets what's left of his drink back down onto the bar, freeing his hands. "Um, not sure what the big deal is," he tries for a reasonable tone, though he's tensing up, looking ready to react if needed. Though he tries to keep an eye on the whole place, there's a lot to watch and his main focus is on the club's owner. "I told you I wouldn't say anything, you got my word on that," he promises. "Things are different here, yeah? Sex clubs are no biggie at hom-- I mean, in American. I got no reason to tell anyone. Cool?" He doesn't lower his alert while trying to talk reason into the guy, easing off his seat. "No reason to call in any, um, masters..." For a moment it sounds like he can't believe he's having this conversation. "I'm not into that, but it's cool that you all are," briefly his gaze sweeps the room, including them all in that. "Right? Safe, sane, and consensual?" he reminds them, emphasis on the final word. "Michael if ye could have a seat and get comfortable I'm hoping this won't take very long. We can get ye a few more drinks if yer in the mood te relax." The mortal doesn't look the least bit interested in another drink. "Nah, thanks, I gotta be going." He doesn't move a step towards the door yet though, instead watching Lynx. "I'm meeting someone, going to be late. He'll be worried." A lie, but one with a purpose: Letting the club's owner know that someone knows where he is and will know if he's late. When Leslie speaks up, his eyes cut over to her. "Lynx! What are you doing? What is wrong?" Does her not knowing what's going on mean things are better or worse? Worse probably, if this Lynx guy is acting unpredictable... "Look, man," he smiles at Lynx, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes. He keeps his tone calm and steady. "Everything's cool, okay? No need to call anyone. Sorry about the mistake with the addresses..." He takes a slow step towards the door, eyes not leaving the club owner. Edited by Michael, Friday, 3. October 2014, 23:04.
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| Oliver | Friday, 3. October 2014, 23:20 Post #52 |
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The moment that Mr. O'Rourke addressed him, Oliver nodded in understanding. He'd have done it smoother, but he was just the ghoul; and so, as the good ghoul that he was, he pulled out his cell... @watchdog --> @mothership: Situation (lockdown) at the H. Club, Domina. Could you please come down? Need assistance please. Everyone safe. An 'unaware' walked in by mistake. When the female Kindred came closer, the ghoul concealed some slight anxiety behind a polite smile... "I am sorry. I don't know what just happened and you seem disturbed either by me or something else so... em... yeah... I'm sorry." she extended her hand. "I'm Leslie." This had the effect of breaking the stress from the lockdown, and he couldn't help but to look down at the small hand with a slight, troubled frown. "No, Miss Leslie." he said, taking her hand gently and lowering his head to kiss it properly. "I assure you that it's not you," he added with a calm, reassuring smile. Her shrug and expression had been so sincere, and she seemed... stable. However, the kine's words brought Oliver to nod at Michael; and he turned to look at Mr. O'Rourke again, placing himself so that the human would not see his expression. "If you want, Sir, I could just give him a ride to where he needs to go," he added with a knowing wink, for his host with an expression that suggested that he knew exactly what to do. "No harm done, after all. I guess the boy's right, it's not for everyone," he added, just for good measure, his deep voice very calm. Oliver didn't like being caught either... lockdowns were bad, when surrounded by Kindred. And he could already feel the tension rising in him. Edited by Oliver, Friday, 3. October 2014, 23:21.
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| Lynx | Friday, 3. October 2014, 23:42 Post #53 |
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Lynx pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was growing more and more agitated and the growing tension in the club was not doing anything to calm his nerves. He considered what Jason would do and the black despair that flashed through his heart at the thought of Jason. His Sire would just kill the human. He'd regret it but cleaning up the body would be far easier than jumping through all of these hoops. He took several deep breaths and considered things. He rumbled them over in his head and sighed. "Leslie, could ye, Tristan and Reggie perhaps go upstairs and visit the reading library. Look over the books. I need a moment te think things over. Fidel, perhaps ye and young Michael here could talk quietly while I consider how to resolve this. The Privacy of our members is of course my primary concern." He kept his voice was soft and polite as he could, but he had to be more than a touch firm. This was a matter of the Masquerade. He wasn't going to risk seeing a breach that jeopardized his Club. He had worked far to hard to make this place a safe location for vampires and he wasn't going to see it lost over one errant human who couldn't write an address down. He'd deal with the repercussions of killing the mortal before he allowed the Club to come down around his ears. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Monday, 6. October 2014, 20:31 Post #54 |
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Tristan nodded to Lynx and looked at the two ladies, if they would follow. The Brujah pushed himself away from the pool table and went over to the staircase. When passing Lynx, he lay a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. Take care and don't trust the Ventrue, don't get mindfucked yourself! If you feel like wanting someone having your back, just call me, okay? He patted his shoulder softly and then went upstairs, with a slightly worried mind. He just had to admitt, he trusted the Ventrue less, than he used to think of himself. Seems the prejudices had seeped in his mind more than he expected. In Cologne he never had a big deal with Ventrue, because they didn't show up at the same places like Brujah or Roses. In the library, he let himself fall in one of these big chairs and let one leg hang over the armrest. Coincidence it was the chair closest to the door? For sure not, if he heard some unpleasant things downstairs, he would be down there in a second. He didn't think Lynx couldn't protect himself fightwise, but against a Ventrue and her Ghoul? For a moment he frowned Oh my.. not really good to get into shit with the security chief whatever of the Prince before even presented to the guy... Observing if Leslie and Reggie would come up here too. Then a little smile flickered over his Features when he remembered, what happened few nights ago one floor higher. The tip of his tongue slid along his pearlywhites and showing a smug smile. |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 20:41 Post #55 |
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Everything seemed to be going rather smoothly... then came the pouncing great cat. At that point Reggie felt like she was being sucked into a tornado and had to hold onto the bar to keep from being swept away. "Of course I can go shopping with you love..." Reggie said to Leslie, though it seemed her voice got lost in the wind. It became sadly clear that the stranger, did she hear the name Micheal in there somewhere? Was suddenly in danger. The masquerade had worn too thin for comfort and the mortal was about to fall through. Reggie felt a stab of sympathy for him. Reggie didn't have long to think about it before the maneuvering started. Lynx asked her to go upstairs... she stiffened, but would obviously comply. The fresh faced ghoul would try to pass near Lynx on the way up the stairs and whisper to him "please don't kill him..." she pleaded. Reggie knew he might have no choice. But the thought was so horrifying, the poor bastard just wandering into the wrong door. Good intentions were coming to chew off their collective asses. They should have sent the man packing the moment they realized he didn't belong here. |
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| Janette Adler | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 21:00 Post #56 |
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Across town Janette Adler received a priority text about a Masquerade breach in progress. Most of the powers-that-be in London had been given the emergency number that would bring a Warden trained to deal with mortals suddenly on the wrong side of street. Janette was pleased that the text came from Lisbeth. She had thought the Blücher a control freak that would take any opportunity to enslave a mind. Or perhaps she didn't want to be bothered with a situation so... routine. Either way, Janette grabbed her doctor bag, a Ghost Ward ghoul and commandeered an ambulance to help speed her to the Hospitality Club... |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 21:30 Post #57 |
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@mothership --> @watchdog: Acknowledged. @watchdog --> @mothership: Understood Domina. If Mr. O'Rourke allows us to leave, will keep mark with me and contact you again. @watchdog --> @mothership: No breach yet. With that, the phone was put away. "Fidel, perhaps ye and young Michael here could talk quietly while I consider how to resolve this. The Privacy of our members is of course my primary concern." The ghoul had been attentive and got the hint - his Domina's training had not been in vain. Thus, feeling the signs of frustration in the Gangrel, he nodded in agreement and said, very calmly. "Of course, Mr. O'Rourke. Thank you. And my Lady has been contacted," he added to try and reassure the Kindred. This done, he took a few steps toward Michael as that one came back towards him - while the others were moving to an upper level of the Club -, and offered the kine a smile. "Don't worry, I just want to talk to you," he said with a smooth, comforting wink. "Let's go and sit somewhere... private. Then we'll get out of here," he assured him, gesturing to the furthest table in the pub, and guiding him to it, if Michael would follow. There, he would invite him to sit, as he did so himself. "So you figured it out?" he asked with a grin. "I hope you don't think we're weirdos or anything. And don't worry, we don't force anyone... But see, we're all businessmen here, and such," he added, placing his arms on the table and, putting on the charms. "Some of us are well known... So, you know, wouldn't want that to get in the papers," he explained, raising his eyebrows briefly. "And though I'm willing to trust that you won't tell anyone, we'd feel better if you accepted something for your silence. She's coming over now with some cash," the skilled Lawyer lied, with a warm smile, settling back in his chair. Oliver had often bought people - and sold them out as well. Kine manipulation had been a typical aspect of his life, and he'd even done so with a few Kindred in his time, so he wasn't too concerned about Michael - who seemed to be looking for a good time more than anything. What did concern him, was the locked door - but the thought of Domina having been informed of the situation did a lot to calm him. When his phone vibrated again, he felt his heart leap. "Excuse me just a moment," he said to Michael with another easy smile, pulled out his phone once again and read his new message... @mothership --> @watchdog: Dispatching Dr. Adler to your location. This situation falls more into her area of expertise. He swallowed, but kept his face calm as he replied. @fidel --> @mothership: We need... your assistance, Domina. Someone needs to forget something. @mothership --> @watchdog: That is exactly what the Camarilla Wardens are trained for. I have other matters that need my attention. From what you say the situation is contained. Dr. Adler will be better able to manage the mortal... gently. @fidel --> @mothership: As you wish, Domina. Thank you. And quickly, he punched in another message... @fidel --> @mothership: But I need to inform you that the owner seems to be getting somewhat anxious. The smile remained as he, again, put his phone away. His anxiety was back, under control but he was eager for the Doctor to arrive - and most importantly for the door to be unlocked. But, for now, he would remain where he was - no point in getting up to inform Mr. O'Rourke of who was coming exactly when this might only stress the kine more - and thus, the Gangrel... Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 21:33.
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| Michael | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 23:06 Post #58 |
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"If you want, Sir, I could just give him a ride to where he needs to go," he added with a knowing wink, for his host with an expression that suggested that he knew exactly what to do. "No harm done, after all. I guess the boy's right, it's not for everyone," Michael listens to the voice behind him without turning his back on Lynx. He shrugs and nods acceptingly to that idea -- not that he'll actually take Fidel up on the ride, but right now his goal is just getting out the door. He doesn't voice agreement to that plan though, the bar's owner looks like he's stressing out and adding to that wouldn't lead to good things. The regulars, or at least the hyper girl, thinks he's already acting unpredictable, stress would only make that worse. "Leslie, could ye, Tristan and Reggie perhaps go upstairs and visit the reading library. Look over the books. I need a moment te think things over. Fidel, perhaps ye and young Michael here could talk quietly while I consider how to resolve this. The Privacy of our members is of course my primary concern." Those instructions the mortal is willing to follow. He moves over towards Fidel, though without turning his back on Lynx for a couple steps, then stopping outside of Fidel's easy grabbing range. Once there, he gives the ghoul a closer looking-over, trying to spot signs that might indicate which side the guy is on. His hand brushes his pocket, confirming that his cell phone is still there. Even if he had room to text without pulling it out (which he doesn't), he doesn't know anyone in this country well enough to call for help. 'Trapped in crazy sex club, send help'? He could call 9-1-1, but that's the American emergency number. What the fuck's the English one? He meant to look it up as soon as he got here, but it kept slipping his mind... "Don't worry, I just want to talk to you," he said with a smooth, comforting wink. "Let's go and sit somewhere... private. Then we'll get out of here," While Michael no longer looks very interested in talking, it takes only a glance at the stressing Lynx to make him nod brief agreement. "Yeah, sure, okay." The furthest table suits him just fine, and he follows him over to it. For a moment it looks like he won't sit, then he kicks out one of the chairs and throws himself down into it. One leg extended before him, one arm tossed over the chair's arm, he looks like he's settled in to wait however long this will take. It's not like he has any other options. Yet. "So you figured it out?" "I hope you don't think we're weirdos or anything. And don't worry, we don't force anyone... But see, we're all businessmen here, and such," "Some of us are well known... So, you know, wouldn't want that to get in the papers," Michael makes a face, amused yet pained. "You all don't make it hard to guess, if it's some big secret. Might want to use codewords or something. Call him your uncle instead of your master, whatever." Then he falls serious as he looks back, checking on the state of the Lynx. "He's really stressing out, huh?" He gives his head a little shake, "Must be a perpetual slow news day, if that kind of thing would make the papers here." "And though I'm willing to trust that you won't tell anyone, we'd feel better if you accepted something for your silence. She's coming over now with some cash, Michael, about to make another check on Lynx, does a doubletake at that. "What?" the question clearly in disbelief. He catches himself quickly enough, putting on a cool face. Instead of just letting me leave, they want to pay me and then let me leave? That's messed up, but I'm not going to complain. He gives a casual little shrug, settling further into his chair, suddenly looking a whole lot more willing to stay. "Sure, okay, if it makes you all feel better." "Excuse me just a moment," He nods, but otherwise pays no mind as Fidel goes back to texting. He pulls out his own phone and checks it, but there are no new messages or texts needing his attention. He places it face down against his thigh, holding it loosely in hand as he waits. It's only a moment before he speaks up, looking over to Fidel as he does. "So what do you do? Are you one of the famous members?" His smile lets on that he's joking around about the famous part of that. Edited by Michael, Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 23:10.
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| Michael speaks with an American accent (west coast/northern California, if one is familiar enough with the US to place it). His thoughts. | |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 23:35 Post #59 |
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Lynx calmed a bit when Michael went off to talk to Fidel. He kept an eye on them but he felt more at ease when the room cleared of distractions and possible complications. He wanted there to be nothing in the way of whomever came to deal with Michael's memories and the mortal. He patted Reggie's shoulder comfortingly, but he made no promises. He had no real interest in killing the human. He nodded in respect to Tristan's warning and took a few entirely unnecessary deep breaths. He leaned against the bar, keeping his hand near the button that would unlock the front door. For now he was content to let Fidel and Michael talk and give the two of them space. The less that HAD to be rewritten when the Ventrue arrived, the more comfortable he'd feel. He deeply wished he could get himself a drink. Unfortunately the last thing he was going to do was serve himself a tankard full of blood in front of a mortal that was uncontrolled. So he settled for tapping his fingers on the bar top over and over in a simple rat-tat-tat pattern. |
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| Oliver | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 00:09 Post #60 |
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"...Call him your uncle instead of your master, whatever" Aunt... That could have made him laugh, had the situation not been so damned stressful. "He's really stressing out, huh?" Oliver shook his head with a dismissing look on his face. "No... it's something else. Just had a bad day, you know how that can be?" he said with a shrug. "Sure, okay, if it makes you all feel better." Another sly wink was offered. So predictable. The promise of a little money always made kine so aggreable, reflected the black hearted ghoul. As for himself... yes he'd feel better too... soon. "So what do you do? Are you one of the famous members?" "Me? No... just a lawyer," he said with another soothing smile. "You know, one of the rich ones," he added with a good dose of arrogance. And, with that, he breathed in calmly, to relax himself, and repressed the need to looked at Mr. O'Rourke to gauge his mood - that would not be a wise move, kine might get suspicious. "So, have you been in London long?" he asked, making small talk, to put the kine even more at ease. TIC TOC TIC TOC he could almost hear the seconds ticking away... |
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