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| Wenches and Warlocks; Attn: Xavier, Oliver (and Hospitality Staff) | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 15. October 2014, 23:33 (1,538 Views) | |
| Lisbeth | Wednesday, 15. October 2014, 23:33 Post #1 |
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Several nights after Oliver delivered the invitation to Xavier the time came for the meeting between Ventrue woman and the Tremere. Lisbeth had confirmed with the proprietor of the Hospitality Club that the Camarilla were welcome in his establishment and indeed that she was welcome to have a meeting there. The club was considered 'neutral territory' which suited Lisbeth just fine. Anyplace was preferred to Muse in the Ventrue's mind. So, Lisbeth had reserved the second floor reading room for her meeting. For tonight. Oliver was at the wheel of her black Mercedes as it cut through the foggy London night in early fog. The tall woman rode silently in the back for the journey through the city, still as a mannequin in sitting pose. Once arrived, Lisbeth said "Go into the club and see if all is prepared, Fidel. Then return and report. Make note if Xavier has already arrived or not." |
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| Oliver | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 00:22 Post #2 |
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A nice piece from Chopin played, low, in the background, unobtrusive to one's contemplation, as they leisurely made their way into Anarch territory. The Romanian ghoul was dressed in one of his fine black suits, and back to wearing ties. Anything else felt... wrong. But he'd had them modified, so that, should it be pulled by the enemy - or his beloved Domina - the aggressor would end up with a piece of fine fabric (not silk, that was for Ventrue Kindred, and he was but a ghoul), in their hand, and Oliver would have gained an advantage in the battle. Arriving at their destination, the luxurious sedan pulled up along the sidewalk, a few meters before the Club. "Go into the club and see if all is prepared, Fidel. Then return and report. Make note if Xavier has already arrived or not." "Yes, Stăpână," acknowledged the ghoul, his tone imbued with reverence, leaving the motor running for now and doing just that. One was never too careful; running motors allowed for swift escapes, should the need arise; and they were in Anarch territory, despite Mr O'Rourke's claims of neutrality. Closing his door gently, the tall ghoul made his way passed the low iron fence, up the stairs and walked into the dark brown stone building. Once inside, he noticed the quiet Miss Reggie, and discretely gave the place a quick visual sweep, to assess any possible thread. Satisfied that it seemed safe enough, he finally strode to the bar, and inclined his head politely. "Good evening, Miss Reggie," he said, his deep, pleasant voice suggesting that he was not displeased to see her there. "Could you tell me, please, if the conference room for Lady Andráško-Blücher's meeting is ready, and if her guest has arrived?" |
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| Reggie | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 02:35 Post #3 |
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Reggie was fussing about the bar whistling contentedly. She was wearing an off the shoulder white blouse and a push-up bra to give her the ample decolletage of a bar wench. Other then the blouse, Reggie was clad in a steam-punk style, including a bowler hat with goggles, which rested on the brim, attached with a leather strap. Also of note was a pocket-watch which rested in the pocket of a tartan vest, its long chain winding serpentine around her slim waist. The fresh faced ghoul looked up as Oliver came over and greeted her. "Hi Fidel" Reggie said in her Yorkshire accent. "Did you mean the reading room? I don't think the conference room is reserved, love." She scratched at her temple. "Um, no. I don't think there is anyone else up there. It's been a quiet night..." Reggie then asked him "Fancy a lager?" |
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| Oliver | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 02:49 Post #4 |
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The girl was delightful. Now there was a nice female ghoul. Quiet, polite, and gentle. A little colourful, but perfectly fitting for what a Miss Sherwood would need as a servant. "Did you mean the reading room? I don't think the conference room is reserved, love." Oliver's brow creased a bit at that. "Yes, I suppose," he said, assuming that that's what Domina had wanted. She'd made those arrangements, and had not specified. Not to him, in any case. "Um, no. I don't think there is anyone else up there. It's been a quiet night..." Another smile, this one gentle as he nodded. "Very well. Thank you, Miss," he said, and shook his head at the offer of beer. "Afraid not, on duty. Excuse me," he added, and turned back, to make his way back to the door. Once there, he sat back in his seat and looked up in the mirror, his pale eyes seeking his Domina's icy blue ones. "The reading room is ready. No sign of Mr. Hargreaves yet, Stăpână." Edit Edited by Oliver, Thursday, 16. October 2014, 08:50.
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| Xavier Hargreaves | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 20:45 Post #5 |
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Shifting in the cushioned leather seat of the taxi, Xavier busy messing around with a recent purchase he made. Having been making do with a fairly outdated Nokia from the 90's for the past few years, he'd finally taken delivery of a brand new HTC...thing. Truly incredible stuff to someone like Xavier, holding a computer in the palm of your hand was something to explode your brains. So he'd been playing with this, trying some of the free apps and sampling some modern music. How on earth Kine could spend all day on these things he had no clue but he could certainly see the uses such a thing could posses. It made him truly consider the power of Technomancy, if 99% of mortals carried one of these things and most Kindred and he could remotely access them? These were thoughts for a different time however as he saw that the taxi was pulling up to the side of the road, placing the phone back in his trouser pocket before getting himself ready to get out of the car. Handing the cabbie his fair with a nod of thanks, Xavier got out of the car with a sigh. Looking either way down the street for a moment before heading toward the Hospitality club, a stranger to this area. Neutral ground, interesting concept. He couldn't imagine that they allowed Sabbat here for obvious reasons, neutrality is a point of view. Little did Xavier know however that just as he was heading toward the club just as Oliver had gone out to inform Lisbeth, they just missed each other. As he entered in his finely pressed suit vest, formal white shirt and matching trousers with large well made overcoat, Xavier noticed that it seemed to be just a basic pub. heading over to the bar, he noticed a girl behind seemingly lost in a world of her own with a whistle. Approaching the bar his presence was a little hard to miss as he managed to grab her attention. "Excuse me miss, I am here to meet with Andráško-Blücher. I believe she said to meet her in the reading room of this establishment?" Xavier was straight to the point and cold, but not rude. In fact he was quite the formal sort. |
![]() Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before - The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe English // Japanese // Thoughts | |
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| Oliver | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 21:01 Post #6 |
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Oliver watched the cab arriving, and recognized the Kindred as he made his way into the Hospitality Club. "Target acquired, Domina," he said, without making a move. Meeting here was better than at home, of course, but the ghoul would have preferred her office at Blythe House. Much safer. The last lockdown had told him as much; and considering that not one, but two Elders, made their headquarters here was enough to deem the location risky at best. But, as he'd been seriously downgraded, he kept his opinions to himself and awaited his beloved Domina's next command like the good little ghoul in training that he was. He'd keep an eye on her. |
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| Lisbeth | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 21:27 Post #7 |
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Lisbeth offered a Razor smile, leaning forward to see if she could catch a glimpse of the man through the untinted windows in the front of the Mercedes. "Well, its seems I'm late for my own meeting" Lisbeth said coolly. Nothing for it now. She smoothly got out of the car and remarked "Not a target exactly Fidel. Secure the car and make yourself comfortable in the bar; I want you in earshot if necessary." Lisbeth's heavy footfalls then carried her into the club; just a few seconds behind her guest as it worked out. |
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| Reggie | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 21:40 Post #8 |
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As it turns out, Reggie is often in her own world. Whether she is lost or not is another matter entirely. When she became aware of Xavier, Reggie smiled brightly at him. She was a slip of a girl in her steampunk-barmaid outfit, young looking and fresh faced. "Hello, sah!" Reggie said, her Yorkshire accent prominent. "I know your party has arrived, as I just spoke to Ms. Blücher's assistant. I haven't see the woman herself yet." And I certainly would have noticed The ghoul said "Would you fancy something to drink while you wait? We have several options available for those with refined tastes." Reggie barely got the question out when Lisbeth strode through the door. In that instant the girl's face dropped; it was hard to smile in Lisbeth's presence for some reason. "There she is sah." Reggie said quietly to Xavier. |
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| Xavier Hargreaves | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 23:14 Post #9 |
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Xavier wasn't one for looking over his shoulder, it was rude. You turn, you face whomever you are meeting straight faced, it shows respect and no weakness in your stance. That's exactly what Xavier did, turned and saw the women who had requested him here. She certainly had a presence, the bar maiden's face told him that before he had even turned around. Still Xavier was a cold bastard, he didn't show anything on his face because quite frankly he wasn't all the scared. He wasn't stupid, he wouldn't underestimate her, but in his line he'd met elder's of age unknown, he couldn't afford to smell of fear. As she walked toward him, Xavier bowed his head in respect. She was a lady, and a relative of the prince, it was only common courtesy. Xavier was anything if not formal, years of it being beaten into him and he was going to make it mean something dammit. She was tall, taller than Xavier who only stood at just under 6ft at 5ft11". Height meant little but served to tell him a little about this woman, tall women were a trait of more eastern European areas, perhaps north to Norway? "Miss Andráško, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Xavier Hargreaves, you wished to speak with me?" Xavier kept it simple, they were still in the public eye and frankly he didn't know what her business was but it was common courtesy to not just blurt out the nature of it in an open bar. Xavier clasped his hands behind his back, keeping a straight posture and firm stance. |
![]() Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before - The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe English // Japanese // Thoughts | |
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| Oliver | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 23:30 Post #10 |
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"Well, its seems I'm late for my own meeting" The razor smile was caught, in the mirror, and Oliver turned off the motor and rushed out when he noticed her moving, barely in time to help closing her door. A slight frown creased the ghoul's brow, as his Stăpână continued talking. That was his job... he didn't have much to do as it were, if she started opening and closing her own doors... he thought, as he quickly scanned the area for any possible threat. "Not a target exactly Fidel. Secure the car and make yourself comfortable in the bar; I want you in earshot if necessary." Could be a target... become one, in any case, reflected the paranoid ghoul. And only hearshot?! The frown deepened, but Oliver inclined his head, respectfully but not so reverently as they were in public. "Yes, Lady Blücher," he merely replied, addressing her in the shorter form, as it might help in reminding her that she needed protection too. Earshot... what good would that do if the Mage decided to boil a little blood? This time, he was fast enough to open the door for his Mistress, and waited for her to walk in, before doing the same. Standing behind her - half an inch shorter because of her boots -, a bit to her left, he took in the scene once more, inclined his head respectfully to Mr. Hargreaves, and lowered his eyes. He'd wait for them to go up before 'making himself comfortable at the bar'. In the meantime, he had his Domina's back, should some old Tzimisce enemy of theirs burst in and try to harm her. |
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| Lisbeth | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 15:43 Post #11 |
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Lisbeth returns a respectful nod of acknowledgement to the Warlock. Her clothes were fitted and of good quality. Linen and combed wool. The woman was all pale and dark, save a splash of color at her winter-sky blue eyes. The same eyes that took a few seconds to take in the kindred she was here to meet. "Mr. Hargreaves" the tall woman said smoothly. "I have reserved a room for us to converse in private if you don't mind." Lisbeth's eyes trailed briefly to the odd barmaid, who seemed timid under the attention. The Ventrue spoke again to Hargreaves "Unless you require refreshment, shall we make our way upstairs? The reading room." |
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| Xavier Hargreaves | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:20 Post #12 |
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Not much to say or think really, she certainly had a presence. Xavier was still unsure as to what she wanted, she'd mentioned his presentation in the letter but he felt as though that was more just a means to contact him with something less related. Regardless of what he thought, he wouldn't deduce it from standing there in thought. With a little gesture, Xavier bowed his head again. "Lead the way, Miss Andráško" He kept his expressionless face. |
![]() Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before - The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe English // Japanese // Thoughts | |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 21:11 Post #13 |
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The ghoul remained silent as his Mistress invited the other Kindred to follow her. He didn't like anyone following Domina so closely. She would be showing him her back - and he wouldn't be there to protect it... He kept his concerns to himself, however, as he waited for them to make their way up the stairs. At least the Mage seemed respectful enough, he reflected with little enthusiasm. Still, this meeting would not be over soon enough. |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 22:32 Post #14 |
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Reggie seemed to relax after the amazon Ventrue and the spooky man ascended the stairs. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and started to busy herself with the bar. After a few seconds she noticed Oliver... hovering there, perhaps trying to look through the ceiling. She spoke softly to him "Hard in'it. Knowin' that they are so close and you can't be with em." Reggie smiled. "Mine's right upstahs and sometimes I jus wan'ta run up to hah just to see hah face, to sees she's all okay." Then, suddenly the steampunk wench bartender was back and she said to Oliver "So, you sure you don't want a lager sah?" |
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| Lisbeth | Thursday, 23. October 2014, 22:25 Post #15 |
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Lisbeth did lead the way to the upstairs reading room. She seemed in no hurry at all, and was quite economic in her movements. The tall Ventrue reached the door and held it open for the Warlock, walking in behind him and finding a comfortable seat. Lisbeth crossed her legs and folded her pale, long fingered hands onto her lap. A silence passed through the room. Lisbeth finally said "Thank you for accepting my invitation, Mr. Hargreaves" The Ventrue continued cordially "I have not been in London very long, and I understand that you are relatively new to the domain as well. How have you been settling in?" |
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| Xavier Hargreaves | Thursday, 23. October 2014, 23:05 Post #16 |
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As Xavier followed Lisbeth he felt somewhat caged, this was an unfamiliar place. More to the point he wasn't sure what to expect, that irked him. He didn't know why he was here and in any other case in the world that would mean he simply wouldn't be there, but this was a member of the Prince's house. A refusal of invitation would certainly reach the ears of the Prince and that was simply daft. A connection in the prince's house would put him above others as well, hell it might even allow him to earn a better reputation with the Prince after his poor introduction. Walking up the steps to the drawing room or where ever the hell they were actually having this meeting, Xavier made note of the surroundings. It might have been paranoid to assume some kind of drama would go down but the fact he'd be ready was better than being caught with his hands tied. Walking into the room and taking a seat after she had taken hers, formality and all that. Nodding in acknowledgement of her thanks, Xavier rested his hands over each other on the table with a straight posture. "I've settled in quite well, a Chantry welcomes it's own quite well." Xavier thought for a moment. "Miss Andráško, forgive me for being so hasty but why have you called me here? I'm not one to not know my business, I am honoured you would wish to meet with me but I feel as though you had a reason in mind." Xavier did not want to be so inpatient but he was not at ease currently, he wanted to settle that. |
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| Oliver | Thursday, 23. October 2014, 23:12 Post #17 |
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If the other ghoul relaxed when the Kindred made their way up, for Oliver it was the opposite. He didn't feel relax at all, and was of a mind to follow discretely despite his orders. "Hard in'it. Knowin' that they are so close and you can't be with em." He frowned, as if she spoke a foreign language. "Mine's right upstahs and sometimes I jus wan'ta run up to hah just to see hah face, to sees she's all okay." The frown eased, and he nodded. This was personal business - more importantly, Family business -, and the Ventrue ghoul did not discuss such matters with outsiders. Her attention was well meant, he supposed, and another would surely have appreciated it, sat at that bar, drank to their heart's contents, and shared in their own concerns. As for himself, he was focussed on the matter at hand - which consisted of Domina being in a room, alone, with a Tremere... "So, you sure you don't want a lager sah?" He shook his head. "No, thank you," he said at last, moving closer to the stairs. He was polite, and even forced a slight smile - etiquette -, but the crease of his brow remained, in a concerned fashion now, more than a displeased one. Contrary to the last time he'd been here, his orders were not to play kine in order to fool one, nor to make friends with a Brujah - they were to make himself comfortable at the bar - which he was standing close enough to -, and keep an ear open. "Do you have any surveillance for those rooms, upstairs?" he asked, bringing his eyes on the young ghoul. "Cameras, mics?" He rose a brow at that, in an expression that seem to inquire if he could he be allowed to peek? |
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| Lisbeth | Tuesday, 28. October 2014, 23:57 Post #18 |
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Lisbeth's eyes flashed with annoyance and the warlock was met with a thick silence. "Not one for pleasantries, very well" she said coolly. "You are forgiven." Nice of him to ask. She showed a razor smile. The Ventrue waved the issue away with a pale hand. "Naturally I have a reason in mind. I always do. Your presentation went less then smoothly, though this does not actually disturb me. Rather, I see it as an opportunity." Lisbeth seemed to be measuring the contours of the man's face. "You interest me, Mr. Hargreaves. I have some ideas that might be of our mutual benefit; as I alluded to in my invitation. However, and this brings us back to the pleasantries, I would like to have a... chat, so we can get a better sense of each other." |
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| Reggie | Wednesday, 29. October 2014, 03:59 Post #19 |
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Reggie looked at Oliver, obviously puzzled. Focusing now, her Yorkshire accent lightened. "You're serious? I have... no idea if there is anything like that in this club, but I doubt it. Lynx... Mr. O'Rourke... wants this to be neutral ground, and I... don't think he is the sort to spy on his patrons. Kind of bad for business, hm?" She forced a smile, trying to make light of a situation she found awkward. "Sure you don't want something to drink? Or an M&M?" She slid over the candy bowl to him. |
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| Xavier Hargreaves | Wednesday, 29. October 2014, 04:23 Post #20 |
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Nodding in acknowledgement of her words, she had a point. Business partnerships fell apart without trust and respect, if she wanted to chat then he was not one to dismiss the fact. He was anxious to make sure that he wasn't here at some kind of rather unappealing whim, she reassured him of that at least. "Then I'd be happy to oblige that, Miss Andráško." Sitting up straight as he readjusted in his seat, Xavier still didn't seem phased by her cold stare. "I must confess that I have heard some tales of you before, you have a reputation for a cold air that you certainly seem to exude. I can't imagine you will have heard much positive thoughts concerning me from Blythe house?" Xavier wasn't fishing for a compliment he assumed was there, quite the contrary he assumed that not only was he less than anything close resembling to an after thought, but if the rare occasion came up where anyone ever saw his name, it would not precede favourable thoughts. |
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