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| I made him an offer that he couldn't refuse...; Attn: Primo (members of the Unnamed Network, welcome as well) | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:07 (1,852 Views) | |
| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:07 Post #1 |
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Continues from here The drive was smooth. Wolfang didn't take Otis along, he left him at home to care for his Sire. Tonight, Otis what the Prince's shadow. The fledgling could do this alone, and it would look more normal if he arrived this way, than with a guard. He had dressed casually, and was unarmed. After having noted nothing out of the ordinary, he pulled over, along the row of brown townhouses, got out of the black sedan, made his way passed the small iron gate, and up the stairs to the Club. It felt a bit strange to be there again, but in a nice way. The last time, he'd been a ghoul. This time, it was much different; but he wasn't worried, Miss Leslie knew that he'd been Embraced, and he assumed that she'd told her friends. Surely, Mr. O'Rourke would be pleased. After all, hadn't he told him to 'get some balls'? He wondered if he'd see any of them, or Ms. Sherwood and her small, original ghoul. Seeing that the place was quiet, he made his way to the back of the club, away from the bar, and sat so that he would be able to see anyone coming in. He didn't order anything, as they probably didn't have what he'd want. And there, he began to wait patiently for Mr. Giovanni, feeling safe and looking forward to being able to announce to his Sire, and Dr. Carter, that the deal was sealed, and that they could count on St. Bart's remaining in Camarilla hands. Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:13.
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| Primo | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:26 Post #2 |
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Around three minutes before the hour of the appointment the British cab pulled up to the address. Primo wasn't about to try to take one of the families cars on London's lousy streets until he got the hang of driving here better. He stepped out of the car and tipped the driver handsomely before looking around the area. Was this really the place? It looked more like a housing development then a club he mused. He was dressed casually in black chinos that conformed tightly to his muscled legs, a black tee-shirt tucked into his belt and his best leather jacket. He looked like a trow back to the nineteen sixties greaser era specially with his dark hair slicked back to perfection. He admired himself in the mirror of the cab before looking around for the entrience. Primo rubbed his family crest ring for luck as he stepped inside of the club looking for Wolfgang. He had never been to the club before or even this part of town and was admiring the nature of the club. He knew that the Cammie put a big importance on their Elysium and he felt realitively safe here. After looking around he spotted Wolf by himself and sauntered over smiling impishly to the boy. " Wolf my friend how lovely to see you again! What a interesting outfit you have." He said cheerfully. When in doubt kill them with kindness. It was a great way to make people forget their own strategies he knew. He reached out to shake Wolf's hand and to give him tr customary double peck on the cheeks. |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:48 Post #3 |
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Being dressed so casually, in public, was odd as well. The last time had been when he'd went to get Kai's rescue... that fateful night, which had changed everything for him. For though it had never been spoken of, Wolfgang suspected that what Oliver had done, that night, had sealed his fate, in a way. He remembered how the Prince had forbidden his Mistress to punish him; which had only made her want to do it more, of course - what might have only been a harsh punishment, turning into cruel one. An act of unspeakable dishonour... one that had crushed him completely. He'd thought that he'd die from it... and he'd very nearly done so - until Kai had come to him. That night, his former brother had betrayed him, but he'd saved him as well. It was no wonder that he could only feed from the Blood of the Betrayer. It had been his salvation. Kai had saved him... A mere ghoul. Pulled from his thought as the door opened, the fledgling watched as a different Primo walked in, and was about to wave a hand discretely, when the Italian spotted him. He rose, as that one reached him and returned the smile, not exactly impishly - merely politely, as he seized up the other Kindred. "Wolf my friend how lovely to see you again! What a interesting outfit you have." My friend... were it so easy, Wolfgang reflected as he agreeably offered his hand in return - but the pecks took him by surprise; and he was never so glad not to have any blood in his veins, and to have such a dreadfully pale complexion. He didn't reciprocate as, by the time that it was over, he was just only realizing that the Italian had kissed him on the cheeks. There was a pause as the fledgling glanced at the Giovanni, quickly composing himself, and Wolfgang offered him a seat with a graceful hand gesture. "The pleasure is mutual, Sir. Please, make yourself comfortable," he invited his guest, and reseated himself. Crossing one long leg over the other, under the table, he sat back in his chair, and contemplated the other Kindred. He had style, much like himself. Black leather is also something which he favoured; though tonight, he'd wanted a feel for the Old Country - to remember his loyalties, his roots. "I hope that you are doing well," he murmured politely, placing his normal, right hand on the table, leaving the abnormally pale one on his lap. "And I trust that all was satisfactory, regarding the townhouse?" he asked, knowing that he'd left no nasty surprised to be discovered - if there was one thing about him, it was that he was honest in business... so long as he gave his word. Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 06:49.
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| Primo | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 07:05 Post #4 |
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Primo could help but note his greeting left Wolfie a little off balance, it was part of the reason he did it this way. Of course the other reason being it was the proper way to do things in his neck of the world. He smiled as the kid gallently offered him a seat and he took the one opposite from him with a nod. He looked Wolfgang over and noted he was no longer using the fake spray tan cream he had yesterday and nodded. "Doing very well thank you. I see you gave up the California tan look. Maybe after our business is concluded I can show you how to put a little more vitality in your cheeks?" He said politely and gestured to his own face. He of course had the blush of health and the skin tone of the Sicilian people. It was a lot of effort and spent blood but it could be done for a time. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs much as Wolf had done and nodded. "Yes it is a lovely spot and that leaky pipe was hardly noticeable! " he said with a laugh and then looked back at the boy looking him straight in the eyes as was only proper. " I took the liberty of removing the equipment as you suggested already. My family will make fine use of it thank you. I've got to say you know how to negotiate my friend!" He said seriously though with a hint of humor. He was looking forward to the boon he was owed because of this as well as the income for when he desired to turn the house into something useful for the family. |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 07:34 Post #5 |
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"Doing very well thank you. I see you gave up the California tan look..." The agreeable expression melted away into a controlled darkness, at the Giovanni's comment, immediately perceived to be an insult, The arrogant Ventrue fledgling now very serious as he listened on... "Maybe after our business is concluded I can show you how to put a little more vitality in your cheeks?" Oh... But was the Italian being sincere, or did he merely wish to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was fully aware of his advantage over the younger Kindred? And Wolfgang examined the other's attractive face, when invited to, envious of the five o'clock shadow on it... Not only was Primo older and more powerful than he, clearly - but the bastard had kept his facial hair. He tapped a left index on his lap and averted his eyes a brief moment, to take in the room, before bringing his attention back on the Giovanni. "You're too kind," he said, with little effort to keep the bitterness out of his tone, as they continued their conversation. "Yes it is a lovely spot and that leaky pipe was hardly noticeable! This broke him out of his sour mood. If Primo was trying to play with him, he must be having quite the time - for the Ventrue reacted like an instrument under the hands of a Masterful musician... he had to stop that now, he reflected, his grin softening into a simple smile, as he listened to the rest and nodded... until the last comment came. " ...I've got to say you know how to negotiate my friend!" He tilted his head then, his eyes narrowing with some curiosity as he considered this. "Do I?" he asked, seeming unconvinced. "I will say one thing, Mr. Giovanni. If we can manage to reach an agreement, here tonight, I believe that it could be the beginning of the end of a very bad period between our Families," he said, very sincerely. "And so, despite our differences, know that I appreciate your presence here, very much." Straightening himself, Wolfgang uncrossed his legs and brought his hands on the table, crossing them before him. "Now onto business, if you will, Sir," he went on with a amiable expression, his pale green eyes looking deeply into the warm brown ones of his interlocutor in return. "The townhouse, for exclusive rights to St. Bart's hospital. I have the deed in the car. I will take your word for your part of it, of course," he concluded, having thus exposed the terms of their deal. "Are we in agreement, Sir?" He knew that he was doing it again... seeking a favourable end to the bad blood between the Families, but he couldn't help it. He would take no chances; he would follow his Sire's advice - but he couldn't help but to hope, and give the Italian a chance. But he'd get only one. Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 07:38.
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| Primo | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 08:01 Post #6 |
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The older kindred noted the darkening of his expression and the bitter regret in his voice and wondered about it. Did the boy think he was mocking him? It hadn't been his intention to do so and he hoped that hadn't soured the mood of the meeting. "Think nothing of it, it just takes a little practice and time. You've already got that ruggedly handsome Euro look going on." He said politely. Primo brined as the kid's expression lightened at his leaky pipe comment and winked one of his warm brown eyes at him. He didn't like the fact the boy kept looking away from him to check the room,but it was likely out of the need of security instead of disrespect so he let it slide for now. He listened as Wolf went on about the bright future of the family and the Camarilla. He nodded to that as well but thought it would take a hell of a lot more then this to get them all on the same page. " I couldn't agree more Mr. Blucher. This long standing argument between our peoples do need to come to an end." He said in agreement. He of course didn't add the statement one way or another as that would have been very impolitic. "I'm also glad we can meet civilly and hope this is a sign of things to come." He said to him with a smile. It was polite but also had the tint of a shark in there if you looked closely. He leaned forward as Wolf got into the business at hand and listened to him run off the particulars. "Absolutely you have my word we will stay out of St. Bart's and it will be your personal domain as per the agreement." He said professionally. Primo reached into his inner jacket pocket and removed the check that Lady Bailey had prepared for the deal. "As for our side here is the check for one point eight million pounds. Made out to cash to avoid any entanglements with the law." He expalined. Showing the check to Wolfgang. "And as to the personal boon we thank you Wolf Blucher for the honor of such an offer. It pleases us that you are willing to trade in the currency that is so important in our two cultures." He said to him and offered a friendly smile, his eyes sparkling. |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 08:32 Post #7 |
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"Think nothing of it, it just takes a little practice and time. You've already got that ruggedly handsome Euro look going on." Hm... Apparent kindness, and flattery. It was working too. Damn him and his entire family, the fledgling thought, without so much animosity as he should have felt, surely. Wolfgang was glad that Mr. Giovanni, at least, spoke positively of the future. It was merely a conversation, between the fledgling childe of a Prince, and an older protector of the Conclave, but it was a start. And any victory ever achieved, had started somewhere. In any case, anything which deserved to be done, deserved to be well done, so far as the Romanian Kindred was concerned... or was he German now? German, most likely... of course. "Absolutely you have my word we will stay out of St. Bart's and it will be your personal domain as per the agreement." When the Italian moved forward as well, and spoke the words that he wanted to hear, Wolf felt the rush of success pulsing in his mind, smiled... "As for our side here is the check for one point eight million pounds. Made out to cash to avoid any entanglements with the law." ...and frowned at what followed, his eyes staring at the check with a complete lack of emotion or comprehension - before moving up to look into Primo's. "And as to the personal boon we thank you Wolf Blucher for the honor of such an offer. It pleases us that you are willing to trade in the currency that is so important in our two cultures." Wait what?! And he missed nothing of the sparkle in the Giovanni's eyes... A boon? When had a boon ever been a part of the deal? He remained silent a moment, his attention moving back on the check, but without the fledgling making the slightest movement to accept it. "Mr. Giovanni," he began very softly, looking back up into his eyes and offering a gentle, polite, and almost amused smile, clearly making an effort to be delicate. "I'm afraid that you didn't understand... or I may not have made myself clear," he began, explaining slowly so that it would be understood this time. "The deal was the townhouse, and all that was included in it, for the rights to St.Bart's. I don't remember, at any time, having ever mentioned a boon," he ended, with a slight frown, as if willing the other to see the truth of his words. "As for the townhouse, there are ways to deal with the law, Sir. You need not concern yourself with this. I can propose a few alternatives, regarding this. It's one of my areas of expertise," he informed the Giovanni. Lady Bailey... What was she trying to do here? he wondered as he remained calm, keeping a perfect composure - clearly, it was a mistake... or they were trying to deceive him. But if he'd not said the words, this could be verified. They had the means to do this... It was only a mistake... Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 08:33.
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| Primo | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 08:56 Post #8 |
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Primo watched the boy smile at his words and he nodded still holding the check, sure Wolf had said he would give the Townhouse gratis but he felt he aught to have something for his troubles. He continued to smile as Wolf went on about the deal and leaned back in his chair. Was the boy talking slower as if Primo was dimwitted? Surely that wasn't his intention after all tey had been getting on fabulous my up until this point. He kept his eyes on the boy and steepled his fingers on the table in front of himself letting him talk. After he finished Primo's polite smile remained where it was and he answered back in the same slow tone as Wolf had just used. "My dear mister Blucher, perhaps I have a better recollection of our little chat yesterday then you do. Did you or did you not say it would be a personal favor to you if we accepted this deal?" He asked back softly smiling even brighter. "Indeed you mentioned you would not only take it as a personal favor, what Is called a boon in our lingo, but you would also wave the fee itself. Now I brought the money anyway as I felt you should get something more from the deal for you offer to the family." He said and tapped the check softly as he spoke. " You did say those excate words...I'm sure we have a way to recall that if your memory is vague on the matter. Unless of course you are saying you are going back on your end of the deal?" He asked softly. He didn't want to provoke the lad but he had gotten himself into this dialima. Primo shifted his legs to the ground to make sure they were firmly on the floor in case the boy tried something violent dispute the fact they were in Elysium. Now we would see what his honor was actually worth. |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 09:13 Post #9 |
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"My dear mister Blucher, perhaps I have a better recollection of our little chat yesterday then you do. Did you or did you not say it would be a personal favor to you if we accepted this deal?" Wolfgang listened, his face drained of all emotion once again, as Primo Giovanni reminded him of the exact words that he'd spoken, the night before... " ...Indeed you mentioned you would not only take it as a personal favor, what Is called a boon in our lingo, but you would also wave the fee itself. Now I brought the money anyway as I felt you should get something more from the deal for you offer to the family." As a ghoul, he'd used those very words a thousand times, and they'd never come back to haunt him. He'd won boons, but had never given them out - but, of course, who would think a boon from a ghoul worth anything? Now, he was being made to live by those fateful words. A boon. To the Giovanni. He was dead, destroyed, finished. Unless he paid it back, and fast. There was no longer any trace of amusement in his expression, nor any smile, for all that. The Ventrue's eyes only expressed a solemnity that spoke of the gravity of the situation. "You did say those excate words...I'm sure we have a way to recall that if your memory is vague on the matter. Unless of course you are saying you are going back on your end of the deal?" 'No, you're perfectly correct. My apologies, Mr. Giovanni," he said, with respect. And now, to see what the Kindred, before him, was worth. Would he torture him by holding said boon over his head like a sword of Damocles, or would he act honourably and let him repay it in quick fashion? He looked at the check and, this time, reached out with his pale, hairless hand, to accept it. "Thank you," he added, with as much dignity as he could, and considered it a moment. He felt the blade falling on his neck as he folded it, and tore it in two, and again, until it was shredded, bring his eyes back on the Italian. "A deal's a deal," he murmured, his voice barely audible. For a long moment, he said nothing more. He merely looked at him, trying to figure out how to continue. Welcome to the World of Darkness. You thought that you had it rough as a ghoul, well now you're in the big leagues. And that creature, before you, has seen much more than you have, and been there before. And he has bested you. It was simple, he either prevailed, or failed and proved the Elders, in Germany, right. A boon to the Giovanni... his Sire would never forgive him. "And what did you have in mind, Sir?" he asked, hoping that the Italian had already given it some thought. "I fear that my power is rather limited. I am but a fledgling, and rather low on funds," he admitted, his dignity being crushed under such a confession. But he feared that this may be just the beginning. He was at the Giovanni's mercy. "We have found him to be wanting. While he is an able manservant and counter of coins, he is neither a leader nor a warrior. This mortal is not worthy of the legacy of Ingfried the Ambitious." "... I, too, would bar him access to our circle." "With your permission, I would Embrace him in my own name. If he does not please the Kindred of the Second Circle, the Right of Destruction can still be invoked." Edited by Oliver, Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 09:32.
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| Primo | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 09:39 Post #10 |
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Primo watched as the younger kindred face drained of all expression and emotion, it was a very human reaction. Ah to be so young and naïve. He remembered well those nights trust as a ghoul dancing to the strings of everyone senior to him and then as a fledgling having to choose between his sire and his dominar, he could almost feel for the boy. He nodded his head accepting the apology from Wolf and gave him a genuine smile this time soft and warm. He knew a younger kindred could get in all kinds of trouble calling his elder a liar. He watched as wolf took the check and tore it up in front of him and raised an eyebrow. "Well now I know what you word is worth. And it is worth its weight in gold young man. You are an impressive person Wolf Blucher." He said not gloating with his victory. They were all of them monsters and every one of them had started young in tr world he could almost feel for him. Primo waved his had as Wolf explained he had very little assets of his own at the moment. "Money is fleeting and transitory Wolf, don't fret on that account. " he said to him with a almost kind voice. He shook his head a little and then continued. " I am just a broker my friend and have given all proceeds to the family including the boon. We will let you know when we will call it in." He said to him seriously. He watched him closely feeling the torment in his young soul.the leaned back on his chair having a feeling that it was excatly what he feared, the necromancers holding a boon over his head. "I know you likely don't want to hear this right now but this isn't the end. Sure you lost this round but consider it a learning step." He said softly to the boy after beating him with his previous words. " I can tell you are new to our macabre little world and I am not going to auger coat it for you and say it gets easier..because it doesn't. But whatever happens I want you to know you've impressed me son. It might not mean much to you at the moment but I wanted you to know that." He said to him because it was true. Lot of kindred would have tried to weasel their way out of it but he manned up and took it and that was something primo respected. |
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| Leslie | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 13:35 Post #11 |
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Lurking... Always lurking. That was her job. She was resting seemingly sleepily in a corner on a pillow but the cat was mentally very active. The animal's eyes were bouncing around from person to person in the club. Then someone caught her small yellowish eyes. The cat quickly tagged behind the person. What was he doing here? She hid in between the legs of others sitting around. The small form crawled around and wondered what was going on. Maybe she could just say hello or was he meeting someone here? It had been one of those nights Leslie had finally found rest. It didn't happen a lot, not since she was busy establishing a deeper root into Anarch ground. Distraction followed when other footsteps entered the place. A handsome man that carried a mannerism around him that made the cat shiver. Her eyes were fixated on the two. Why was Oliver meeting someone here? And on the contrary of what he might believe Leslie hadn't told anyone about his Embrace. That was not her place to do so. The ginger haired form was able to find a place underneath the table the two were sitting at and could hear the entire conversation. Giovanni? This was weird. Her head tilted in every direction while she curiously listened to the two of them. Immediately she regretted the fact she was listening in to this conversation but they were on grounds that didn't give them any rights. Still she felt bad for eavesdropping. Her nose wriggled up in the air and she nuzzled the man's legs right when he moved his foot and accidentally kicked her. With a hissing shriek she jumped up and crawled from under the table. Her body low the ground. Her eyes fixed upon the Giovanni. The hairs on her back were standing up. She jumped on Oliver's lap and purred sadly while her eyes never left the man at the other end of the table. Maybe Oliver would know who she was and know she had his back if not she would hopefully get some nice cuddles and scritches. Just what she absolutely adored. OOC |
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| Oliver | Tuesday, 17. March 2015, 22:29 Post #12 |
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"Well now I know what you word is worth. And it is worth its weight in gold young man. You are an impressive person Wolf Blucher." The fledgling was at a loss, too overwhelmed with shame to say anything; but he inclined his head with gratitude. To him, there was nothing impressive about keeping his word. Once it was given, to take it back was unthinkable. Yet some part of him appreciated the words, despite his bleak situation. He hoped that this would make a difference in the grand scheme of things; but as the Giovanni continued, he realized that to hope for anything, in their world, was an exercise in futility. "I am just a broker my friend and have given all proceeds to the family including the boon. We will let you know when we will call it in." My friend... There was nothing much left in Wolfgang's expression. At least, the Kindred didn't gloat... that was something, he supposed. "I know you likely don't want to hear this right now but this isn't the end. Sure you lost this round but consider it a learning step." Should he live so long... Little than the Giovanni realized that the fledgling had lost much more than a round... he'd lost everything. "I can tell you are new to our macabre little world and I am not going to sugar coat it for you and say it gets easier..because it doesn't. But whatever happens I want you to know you've impressed me son. It might not mean much to you at the moment but I wanted you to know that." Wolfgang managed to summon something that might pass for a smile - if one was desperate enough to see it there -, for Primo Giovanni. It was not much, but it did reach his eyes, again so very slightly. The Italian was good at what he did; and no matter what anyone said about his Family, they were honourable in their dealings, and graceful in their conquests. It's more than he could say for many others. Wolf understood that well; he'd won before. Oliver had. Many such battles, which left mortals completely destroyed. But now, he was on the other side of the scales - and at the worse possible time, in his existence. What to do now, he reflected, when suddenly a hiss came, and a cat hopped on his lap. He frowned down inquisitively at it, his hands moving instinctively to hold it safely. And as it looked up at him, Wolfgang was completely oblivious to the fact that that cat was Miss Leslie. He knew that some Gangrel could sometimes shape shift, but was too overwhelmed, now, to even consider such a possibility. Bringing his eyes back on the Italian, he began to caress the cat gently, holding it with his right arm and hand protectively, and running his pale one along its mane, seeming quite at ease with having it there, and unconcerned for the hair that would later then plague his expensive suit. "Please forgive my silence. For what it's worth, I appreciate your words, M. Giovanni," he offered, no longer in a rush to go anywhere - and conversely wanting to run as fast and far he'd never had before. "If you would accompany me to my car now, please, for the deed," he said as he rose, cat in hands. Miss Leslie would, no doubt, smell Credința on him, his Irish Wolfhound - as he'd pet her just before leaving. With that, unless asked to wait, he'd make his way to the door of the club; just before walking out, he'd move to put the cat down - but his brain would finally kick in as he'd bring his attention back on it, frowning as it dawned, on him, that that cat should be afraid of the monster that he was... and then the purring would bring the realization to a close, making his expression shift from confusion to understanding. It was her. Instead of putting her down, he held her more securely, protectively, as he went down to his car, hopefully with Mr. Giovanni following. There, he said nothing regarding Miss Leslie, but placed her gently on the car seat as he looked for his documents in the middle compartment. Having found what he was looking for, he turned to the Giovanni, and offered him the papers. "You have my private number. Please do not try and contact me any other way. And should you fail to reach me, for a time, know that I will not forget my debt to your Family," he said, looking deeply into the Italian's eyes, so that this one would see the sincerity of his words. And with this, assuming that the other had come with his own car, he offered the Kindred his hand. "Be well, Sir," And Primo, being so accustomed to seizing up people and situations, might notice some sense of urgency in the fledgling's general demanour - though Wolf did his best to conceal it. The clock had just begun ticking. |
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| Primo | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 03:47 Post #13 |
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It was good to see a little life come back to Wolf's face even if it was only for a fleeting moment. It seemed to Primo that the boy was taking this loss rather harshly and he couldn't quite figure why at the moment. He had heard that the Cammie hated to lose and could in fact lose their heads over it if their big wig was unimpressed but surely as the child of the Prince so leeway was given he assumed. His pondering was cut short however as the hiss cut over the din of their surroundings and the ginger cat appeared. His warm brown eyes focused on it a moment and he instinctively hissed back at it! Damn cat, who the hell let's the evil furry bastards roam around unchecked! He binned a few times and recomposed himself and looked up as Wolf finely broke his long silence, perhaps the cat had his tounge he thought amusedly to himself. "Of course Mr Blucher, I'm sure this was a lot to take in." He said reassureingly. Now that he had won their little gsame he would be more then gracious to his host, it was the Giovanni way after all. He nodded and stood after Wolf did and eyed the cat once more, thing didn't seem to like him very much did it? He shrugged and followed out after him. "You seem pretty at ease with the Beastie...rare gift most animals think we smell wrong and avoid or attack us when near us." He said casually as they walked to the car. As Wolf put Leslie down Primo gingerly reached out to the ginger cat to see what would happen and nodded listening to him speak. He raised an eyebrow at his words and took the boys offered hand in his, "Yes I still have your numbers written down and I am sure you will. I normally can take good measure of a person and to me you come off as one who takes his debts and deals serious." He said to him and tilted his head. Why did he seem so nervous? From what he had just said sounded like his unlife was in danger somehow. "You as well Wolf." He said and looked around the start curiously. He didn't know the boy really and didn't know what sort of mess he was in but he got the feeling it was something pretty heavy from the weight in his eyes and words. Primo took the deed and slid it into his jacket pocket and looked tr kid over once more. "You OK kid? You seem pretty on edge...contrary to popular rumors..we don't eat our business associates souls or bodies after a deal.." He said with a slight grin. Well that wasn't rally true but the kid seemed distressed and right now he wasn't on their target list. |
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| Leslie | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 11:13 Post #14 |
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While the company she was in was dangerous she didn't have to fear as most wouldn't even begin to think that the purring creating that was nuzzling for scritches was a vampire. Something that was so simple for Leslie was overlooked easily by others. The nice embrace of Oliver, well Wolf, but in her mind it was Oliver though she knew she had to call him Wolf. However she was certain with everything she had heard that the balance was going to shift and whether that was a good or bad things was yet to be soon. The fact that Oliver picked this place must be sign he felt at ease her and for more than that alone he was a friend to her. The cat closed her eyes while a hand ran along her back. While she purred softly her rosy little nose wriggled up and her whiskers probably touched Oliver's chin briefly. Surprised as she was when Oliver picked her up and held her while he walked out she mewled almost in a questioning tone. She was getting cat-napped! Luckily she had nothing to fear of Oliver and with even her cat claws she could do serious damage to get away. It was the Giovanni that worried her the most. Messing with Oliver like this and luring him into a trap was a bad idea when Leslie was around. So she stayed on the Ventrue's arm like some sort of guardian. Her tail proudly swaying from side to side. Once in the car she sat straight like only a cat could do. Majestic like an Egyptian queen. However the stretched out finger from the Giovanni received a cold reply. The cat arched her back and all the hairs were up. Her tail went straight in the air and she hissed lowly. Get away! Bad vampire! Leave us alone! Her paw went up in defense but without claws. It was a first warning. Next time she would scratch him. Eat associates? The cat hissed even more. Oliver! What had you gotten yourself into? Slowly she relaxed her stance but her eyes never lifted from the Giovanni. |
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| Oliver | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 12:45 Post #15 |
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"Of course Mr Blucher, I'm sure this was a lot to take in." Wolfgang had felt that hiss, and it had reminded him of his own, when the Giovanni had come upon him in Ealing, the night before. So much had happened in a mere twenty-four hours, he reflected, feeling the weight of his ankle bracelet, and whiskers tickling his jaw; he ran a distracted hand on the animal's head, softly, to keep said whiskers in check. It was almost ironic how he'd gotten in the same predicament as his Sire with the Italians. Where it had cost the Prince a part of his domain, the price had not yet been set for the childe. "A deal is a deal. There is nothing to be done about it now." That much was true. His Sire had been right. Except that, at the time, it was only costing them a house, as the fledgling had not understood the extent of the deal that he'd made. Now, he'd have the Necromancers calling him in the future, for a boon; and he couldn't picture Alarik Blücher accepting that his childe was owing to the Giovanni. Just when he'd thought him to be wanting to leave London, he'd used dominate on him - what would he do now, to keep him from the Italians, knowing full well that his childe would have to keep his word? The only solution was to destroy him. His former Mistress would have cut something else, but his Sire would not be satisfied with that much. Either he'd destroy him, of force him into another blood bond. If Alžbìta, who'd been such a magnificent warrior, was but a pawn to the Prince, as that one had confided - and if Sir Arnold (a family Elder) could be so ignored, as he had been, at the Prince's Praxis party -, what was he, a mere fledgling, now that he'd gotten himself in this mess? A liability. "You seem pretty at ease with the Beastie...rare gift most animals think we smell wrong and avoid or attack us when near us." He didn't answer to that; he was, however, tempted to keep Mr. Giovanni from reaching out to the Gangrel... whom he suspected very much of being his friend, Miss Leslie - as surely Mr. O'Rourke would not let him pet the cat that he might be. And thus, he was glad to see her hiss back at the Kindred, and closed the car door to keep any more interaction between the two. The night was already complicated enough. "I normally can take good measure of a person and to me you come off as one who takes his debts and deals serious." "I do, Mr. Giovanni", he said with a curt nod, as the other accepted the deed. "You OK kid? You seem pretty on edge...contrary to popular rumors..we don't eat our business associates souls or bodies after a deal.." The very slight amount of energy that the fledgling had had for humour had been spent. Now, time was of the essence, and he needed to think... and do something. And that couldn't involve a Giovanni that he didn't trust yet, nor a cat that he did trust. "You are your own man now. Act as you would". He couldn't, exactly. His sire had made sure of that... He looked around him, knowing that he could not cross the city line in any direction... and his mind wondered... He had to do this alone. "Yes. I'm fine, Sir. Thank you. Just been a rough night," he offered back with a nod, turned and opened the door again. "Good night, Mr. Giovanni, and please give my regards to the family," he said politely - and, unless Primo Giovanni tried to keep him longer, he'd pick up the cat, and run back up the stairs to the club, murmuring into the cat's ear, as he opened the door. "If this is you, Miss Leslie, please stay here, where it's safe. And whatever you've heard, here tonight, if asked, tell the truth." With that, he'd kiss the cat on the head, put it gently - if quickly -, on the floor, before closing the door and running back down to his car. Whether the Giovanni was still around, he'd waste no time starting it and driving off - merely nodding to him as he did - unless that one stopped him. Oliver had made many allies, as a ghoul. And he continued now, in the steps of his father before him. Lord Bordea knew how to gain respect and loyalty. He'd done so, all of these years past, without so much as even potent blood - merely because of whom he was, and the respect that he bestowed onto others. He'd been calculated, and formidable - but wise. He'd made acquaintances that had become allies, and then friends. The fledgling had such friends now; friends whom, he knew, would help him, should he call them, such as Miss Leslie, and Dr. Carter... Friends that were under the rule of his Sire, in one way or another. Friends who were gentle... And some who were not... "She could be an ally. Or she could corrupt you into her evil death cult. A snake will slither as it will." She was an ally, and a friend. Oliver's friend. "The Ventrue would be lucky to have you, and if that is what you want, prove yourself. But on your terms. They are the clan of Kings, so fashion your crown as you want it to remain. I am and always will be, beneath you, sweet cheeks. Maybe that is why I despise you so much? For as long as I remain undead, I will assist you. I can't trust you, and you would be a fool to trust me my dear, but I value my alliances. ...You still walk around in your own skin. Keep it that way, don't end up like me. The Tzimisce can do terrible things my dear, but the danger is always first and foremost the sire that throws you into their claws. Walk carefully with the Blue Bloods." The next moment, his phone was in his hand, and he was speed dialling. "Otis, do exactly as I say, and ask no questions. You are to take Credința out to the park. Act as you normally do. Don't walk faster, and wait for me there, in front of the pub." With that, he hung up, dialled another number, and waited for an answer. "CC, it's me. I need help. Please don't ask why. I need an address in London. Someone you trust. One of yours. It's urgent." With that, he waited as he made his way back South... OOC
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| Cressida | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 20:51 Post #16 |
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------------------------------- "Oliver, what a plea-" Cressida Cholmondeley had been attending a late 'viewing' for a prospective haven when the Camarilla Recalcitrant No.1 had called, interrupting the Serpent Queen as she ran her fingers over glittering cream marble, it's ebon flecks matching the hue of her outfit that night. Her tone had shifted from one of cordiality to grace decision upon her next words, hearing Oliver out with a frown, biting her lip as she considered with a heavy sigh. "Alright, lot12, East Hackney Storage Yard, ten minutes. I'll be there, just give me time to set things up. I hope you know what you are asking sweet cheeks, go!" She was out of the mansion and into her sleek sportscar within moments, a trail of freshly spluttered smoke all that marked her ghostly presence... ------------------------------- |
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| Oliver | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 22:15 Post #17 |
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"...I'll be there, just give me time to set things up. I hope you know what you are asking sweet cheeks, go!" "Yes, I know. But I'll need an hour to get there. And it's not safe for anyone, so please don't get involved directly. Just send your people. I'll explain later." Which he had no intention of doing. The last thing that he wanted, was for her to be there. She needed plausible deniability. Her people would do. He only needed a safe place to stay for a few days, until he figured everything out. He'd not anticipated any problems as to the retrieving of his property - as Otis always took the dog out to the park, no one would raise a brow; yet, he did relief when he noticed them beside the pub. "Get her in the back, and drive!" he ordered after having pulled over and opened his door. Otis did as he was bid, and Wolf slid over to the passenger side, grabbing his laptop bag from the seat and taking it on his lap. He gave his ghoul the address, in Hackney, while Credința barked her greetings, plugged in his bluetooth earpiece, and pulled his computer out of the bag. "Sit, Credința! Otis, let me know when we reach the border before Hackney," he added, turning on the laptop and going to work. And, as the ghoul drove off, he didn't glance behind him, in the direction of Blythe House. He merely waited for CC's reply, the Setite Queen surely having heard all of that... Edited by Oliver, Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 22:17.
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| Cressida | Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 23:05 Post #18 |
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---------------- "Listen. To. Me. Very. Carefully. If you want my assistance you are going to do this my way and you are NOT going to object! You think this is as simple as giving you an address and having my buddies invite you to ride in their fucking caravan to nowhere? Damn it Oliver don't play dumb! The ghoul and the dog are going to cost you extra. Just shut up and step on it. We don't get another shot at this." And at that the line went dead; CC speeding off into the night. --------------- Edited by Cressida, Wednesday, 18. March 2015, 23:06.
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| Primo | Thursday, 19. March 2015, 03:36 Post #19 |
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Primo nodded to the boy once he said he was fine, he of course didn't believe it but then again he had only just met this kindred so maybe he was always like this after a deal? He shook his head as he took the overly aggressive cat and bounced back upstairs and then grinned to himself. Not a bad peice of work for one of his first deals in the city, Lady Bailey would be pleased specially considering no money was lost at all. He turned from Wolf's car as the boy ran back down in a hurry. He gave him a polite wave and watched as the car sped off. Perhaps it was paranoia but Primo got the feeling the area had gotten a lot less safe for him now that Wolf was no longer with him. He mused that the Anarchs didn't really have the balls to aggressively deal with the family but he didn't want to take that chance. He turned and moved back up into the club and searched for a phone to call a cab out of the place. As he dialed the phone he noticed the cat on the ground where Wolf had left it. Why the hell would he bring it back inside? Did it belong to the owner that Wolfnhad mentioned? He eyed it carefully if it desired to attack him, as animals were wont to do to Kindred he'd be ready to put his years as a striker to good use. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 20. March 2015, 13:31 Post #20 |
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When the Ventrue carried her away and dropped her back inside with a kiss on her head and a message whispered in her ear she mewled sadly at him. Hopefully he wouldn't get himself in trouble. Her worry and curiosity were running wild through her. This was not good at all but she was sure that the young fledgeling had his reasons for this and whatever they were if he needed help he would hopefully ask her for some. Her head perked up when the door opened again. She hoped it was Oliver but instead it was that damn Giovanni again. What to do with this man? Claw his eyes out was the first thing that came to mind but that was not nice to do in public. Quickly she noticed how he as well kept her in his gaze. Did he suspect something about her not really being a cat? Carefully she strode over to him and wrapped herself around his legs twisting her body around his legs before stretching her frame up and pushing with her front paws against him to make him move to the stairs that would lead to the much calmer and private area of the library upstairs. When she had done that she jumped away and already ran upstairs. Mrs Hannigan a local guest and sweet looking old lady sat there knitting as she always did and chuckled softly. Without looking up she spoke to the Giovanni in a rusty old voice that cracked just a bit. "The cat wants a chat with you handsome. You better go upstairs quickly." And she was back to humming at herself while knitting goodness knows what. If Primo would indeed go upstairs then there would be no cat but in one of the comfortable leather armchairs a young girl would be sitting. Her hair up in a pony tail. A pair of black sneakers on her feet decorated with white little skulls. Bare legs till a skirt started. A crimson red skirt with black lace bows on it. Her upper body was wrapped into a tight fitting black silk and sleeveless blouse. Her smile was faint and she regarded him with the same intent in her eyes as the cat had done. Like he was the mouse for the evening she wanted to play with. |
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