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| Topic Started: Monday, 1. June 2015, 18:27 (478 Views) | |
| Iakov Reznik | Monday, 1. June 2015, 18:27 Post #1 |
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((Continues From Here)) It had been some time since the Ventrue had heard from the Scourge. Their time at the Clairmont club had been pleasant, if expensive for his host. A game of black jack had not gone in the mans favor, for luck had seemingly chosen another home that night. In the hand of the Scourge. There was cash exchanged, to be sure, but more importantly, a boon had been granted, and presumably, had been filed with the appropriate officials. Presumably... But now a Prince was dead, and much had happened since his days as Scourge. _______________________________________________ Mr. Svoboda, the Dreaded, was now more than likely Mr. Svoboda, the Despised. He was at the end of his rope, lacking in options and unsure if even the Mr. Russo was safe to contact. Did boons even matter once a blood hunt was called? Was the blood hunt even made official? Did anyone know about it? It was impossible to know until he reached out to someone on the inside. Yet, how to go about this? After more pondering, he set his mind to it, took a drive for nearly half an hour and parked near a public phone booth, and got inside. Nervous fingers pressed the appropriate coins into the slot. They fumbled for the bent, well worn business card for reference and then punched in the numbers. **Dialtone** Ring... Ring... Ring... |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 2. June 2015, 14:47 Post #2 |
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Marcus wasn't in the best mood. The feeling of hatred at Mr. Starling's sudden departure was still settling in. Still feeling a sense of loneliness, he enjoyed drinks inside his suite and listened to classical music. He was trying to think of how he could now make the best of an even worse situation. He was worried about his safety now that Starling had left him in charge of the club. When his phone rang, he figured it to be the first sign of trouble that he would have to handle, now without the opinions of his predecessor, Seneschal Starling. At first he was hesitant to answer the phone. Then, coming to terms with his Primogen title and it's responsibilities, he swiftly tried to answer the phone before the caller gave up on calling him. "Yes, this is Marcus." He expected even more bad news and waited to hear it. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Wednesday, 3. June 2015, 00:54 Post #3 |
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Take it slow, act natural. The one eyed man on the end of the line felt a jolt of fear race through him as the familiar voice was heard in his ear. There's no telling what is going on, just begin with the basics. Nothing too telling, or too complex. It was a pause that was long enough to make Russo wonder if the signal had dropped, or it was a wrong number before the man on the end of the line spoke, his thick accent in full force. "Mr. Russo!" (A bit of fumbling on the other line could be heard, as if he were readjusting the phone) "Your voice is good to be hearing. It is been long time. You are well? Yes?? Strange times we having. I call to see how it is you are doing. Business is good??" Edited by Iakov Reznik, Wednesday, 3. June 2015, 00:55.
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| Elagabalus | Wednesday, 3. June 2015, 06:28 Post #4 |
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"Mr. Russo!" He heard the voice with an accent and perked with curiosity. He's only heard one like it before. ..Mr. Svoboda?.. he thought to himself. After some ruffling on the other end of the phone, the voice spoke again. Marcus then replied, but not in his usual enthusiastic manner. Trouble weighed on the young Primogen's mind now that he was coming to terms with his responsibilities. Responsibilities he would have to conduct without any proper guidance. "Mr. Svoboda. Good evening to you. So fine to hear from you in these ugly.. ugly times. I am well, my friend, thank you for asking." Marcus thought the call from Mr. Svoboda was a courtesy call. Offering his condolences and checking to see how clan Ventrue was holding up after the news of Alarik's death. Little did the Scourge know, Marcus was taking it quite hard. Now with the disappearance of Mr. Starling, he only felt worse. Still, it was nice for the Scourge to call. "Business has been fine as well, Mr. Svoboda. Indeed, it has been a long time. I appreciate the generous phone call, really. And yourself? How has the Prince's death been weighing on our dear Scourge? Please. Tell me your somehow finding comfort in moving on." he paused waiting for an answer. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Thursday, 4. June 2015, 23:32 Post #5 |
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Iakov was unsure if Russo should be speaking of the Prince's death so openly on a unsecure line, and was sure to point it out to the man as politely as he could muster. "My friend, this phone. It is not my own. Please taking of care with your words." At least now he knew some of what Russo knew. To know that Mr. Henderson had ceased his charade of pretending as Alarik had been a relief, besides. "And so you know of this tragedy. Tell me, is it only secret to be known by staff? Is this of knowing by common peoples? You must forgive me, Er. Letters from Blythe House are in English. I have trouble to understand detail." It was a lie. One quiet little misguidance to cover up his loss of status with Blythe House. Yet, after Russo spoke, there was another uncomfortable pause from the man. "This loss, it is like burden. Very difficult. I was close to this man. We were doing business. This loss is great for me." In fact, moreso than Iakov could dare to express, until he knew Russo was a safe contact. "You are... still at Clairmont Club, working for Primogen? Stark'ling?" |
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| Elagabalus | Friday, 5. June 2015, 07:37 Post #6 |
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It's no wonder the Ventrue Elders preferred the old ways of communication. With technology, Marcus had to censor himself. There was a small feeling of frustration because of this. Of course, he would blame Mr. Svoboda and his lack of requiring a secure line to speak. He shook his head, trying not to blame himself for this inconvenience. It seemed truthful what the Scourge was saying. Obviously, the heathen's English could use some work. If letters from Blythe House were coming to him in English, then who could blame 'it' for not understanding? "Yes, Forgive me." he gave a nod; one Mr. Svoboda obviously couldn't notice. "It's been made public, yes, and rest assured, it's a loss to everyone." he again nodded. "Until culprits are found, I'm afraid we'll all be on edge for a while." The topic and even the the name of Mr. Starling stung him. At this point, he wished that name stricken from the records. "I'm afraid to admit, but Primogen Starling, chose to offer his services to another domain." he paused for a moment. "Something that I should alert Mr. Henderson about actually. But of course, you remember where the club is located, correct? Please. Come share a drink." Having full confidence that Mr. Svoboda was still indeed the Scourge, Marcus invited that Kindred back to the Clermont Club; where the two had first met. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Friday, 5. June 2015, 18:38 Post #7 |
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And so the conversation became more complex. Iakov leaned his shoulder against the payphone hut wall and hunched forward, his hand resting against the glass. A pained sigh could be heard on the other end. There was some relief in knowing that the Prince's death was public knowledge, but it begged the question... "There is, new person in Mr. Blucher's office?" The Ventrue Primogen's departure was news to the bohemian, and he shook his head with sorrow. Who now, could halt the Whisperer's grab for power? "I am sorry to know your boss, too, is gone, my friend. This is, bad timing for this fast leaving of posts. Tell me, is it Mr. Henderson will be having made replacement for this person? A plan? Do you think this?" He bit his lip as he was invited into Camarilla Territory. Unsure how to proceed. There was a pause as he readjusted the headset, his scruffy beard causing a scratchy sound against the receiver. "You are most generous to offer this. Yet, Mr. Russo. You are such generous host, you are putting me to shame! Please. Let me act as host to you. You have been through much suffering. Have you heard of Hospitality Club? I would very much liking for you to join me there. Please. I insist this thing." |
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| Elagabalus | Sunday, 7. June 2015, 19:57 Post #8 |
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He made a confused face and darted his eyes down at his phone; still in his hand and being held to his hear. Nobody was keeping Mr. Svoboda aware of the things he was asking? Surely, 'letters in English' wasn't the only form of communication between the new Prince and London's Scourge. Is Mr. Svoboda not aware of the Hierarchy and it's workings? He gave a single silent chuckle of disbelief as he thought of the Scourge being completely clueless of everything. He didn't believe it. He continued to Mr. Svoboda sounding a bit puzzled. "Indeed.. ?.." he slowly nodded his head. "Of course the office has been filled.. ?.." The only excusable question was the question of Mr. Starling and his replacement. Mr. Svoboda was now the second Kindred in knowing of the Seneschal's departure, so this question wasn't as off-putting. Of course, this was all assuming that Mr. Svoboda was aware that Jeremy Starling had been promoted to Seneschal and was no longer a Primogen. "Yes, it's sad news, indeed. Mr. Henderson still has to be notified, but rest assured, I'm sure it will all be resolved in no time." in habit, he gave a nod to reassure both himself and the unknowing Mr. Svoboda. The Hospitality club was unfamiliar. During his short time in London's Camarilla territory, he never ran across this place. ..And what's so wrong with my club?.. he thought. But Marcus understood the need to meet another Kindred in their own atmosphere. Especially when they were offering to reciprocate and try playing his host for an evening. Needless, unnecessary, but could be entertaining he supposed. "I'm sorry, no, I've never heard of it. This.. Hospitality Club? In which of the boroughs is this place, Mr. Svoboda?" he ended with a curious pause. This was really an attempt to find out which sect mostly populated the area. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Monday, 8. June 2015, 20:15 Post #9 |
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There was a change in tone. Iakov didn't want to read into it too far, at least, as far as his grasp on English could allow. His mouth twitched, and he bit the inside of his cheek a moment, unsure how to proceed without rousing more suspicion. "Very sorry for unusual question. I have been away on, like, holiday, since I hear terrible news. I grieve, you know?" Russo seemed oblivious to the situation pertaining to his falling out with Henderson, much less that he had been demoted. This was certainly a confusing, yet opportunistic moment lure the Ventrue somewhere private, so they may discuss matters without fear of Henderson's meddling. "Hospitality Club! It is nice place. I treat you. No problem for this. In Enfield." He rattled off the address of the place, hoping it sounded casual enough to not alarm the man. "Yes, it is Anarch Territory, but, I promise, very safe! You are welcome guest!" Give him the bait...You're loosing him... "I am in having, business idea I want share with you. We can speak of this when you come. Yes?" Edited by Iakov Reznik, Monday, 8. June 2015, 20:16.
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 9. June 2015, 16:21 Post #10 |
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The mention of a business idea sounded interesting. It was enough to get Marcus to actually consider going into a borough he knew was populated by the rabble Anarch community. There was still a feeling of nervousness when he thought about going into Anarch territory. He didn't know what to expect from the Kindred in that area. Marcus was still a sucker for a deal, however. He wondered if the idea Mr. Svoboda spoke of was of any interest to the late Prince. Maybe the idea was concocted by the late Prince and the Scourge, but never came to fruition due to the Prince's demise. The more he thought of it the more interested he became. The opportunity of a financial gain couldn't be passed up, especially not at this point in his career. "The Hospitality Club it is then, Mr. Svoboda." he stood and made his way to the suite's walk in closet. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to utilize the Anarch girl, Miss. Leslie. Perhaps, for a bit of compensation, the girl could see to his safe passage through and then out of the Enfield borough. He'll need more specifics from Mr. Svoboda to provide the girl if she chose to take his offer. "What would be the best time to meet at this place?" he asked thumbing through his clothes selection. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 9. June 2015, 19:16 Post #11 |
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The Ravnos finally started to relax his posture a little. In fact, a little twitch of his mustache suggested that he was quite pleased with how things were going. He took a moment to reveal his wrist watch, and tapped the glass facing in thought. It was close to 10pm, and there was still plenty of time in the night. There was no time to waste, and so he gave his offer. "Tonight is possibility? I know. Short notice. Only, there is certain time frame for this. I would not like to wait longer than is need. Midnight? This works?" Can you trust him? I can trust that he is interested in hearing what I have to say at least... You do have that one idea. You know, the one you keep avoiding. The one I KNOW will work. The one I KNOW you want to play with. We've gone beyond whispering to dogs and horses, old boy. It's time to heighten the stakes and to put that human back home to good use. Stop it... Iakov shifted his weight onto his other leg, and waited eagerly for the Ventrue's reply. |
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| Elagabalus | Wednesday, 10. June 2015, 17:31 Post #12 |
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A drastic stretch back to peek outside of his closet at the digital clock in his room. Almost 10pm. He began to quicken his pace to find something to wear. "Midnight is fine." he said trying to sound calm. Of course two hours wouldn't be enough time for him to get himself dressed and looking to a proper standard before leaving his suite, but then again, he was going into Anarch territory. Maybe 'low profile' attire would be more appropriate. There was still time to send Miss. Leslie a message also. "I'll see you there then, Mr. Svoboda. Midnight.." He wanted to stress the time to Mr. Svoboda for obvious reasons. He didn't want to spend any more time inside Anarch territory than he actually had to. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Wednesday, 10. June 2015, 20:28 Post #13 |
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The beast in him writhed in glee now, surging with anticipation. The call had been a success, and now the real challenge would begin. What was it, that Iakov Reznik had in mind? And if it were the boon he was after, what exactly would he be able to ask of the man that would aid him in his desperate time of need? "Thank you, Mr. Russo." If Mr. Russo had nothing else to add, Iakov would hang up the reciever, and leave the man to prepare to travel to the location. He left the call box, climbed into vehicle, and placed a hand on Sokol's sleek head, smoothing his dark fur as the creature wagged its tail. It could sense there was something good happening. |
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| Elagabalus | Thursday, 11. June 2015, 04:29 Post #14 |
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He should have asked if the following evening would be okay. He was having a fashion crisis inside of the walk-in closet of his suite. Clothes that were hung up with a certain degree of planning were now hung in places that they didn't belong; totally throwing off the color coordination of his closet. A few pairs of shoes he considered wearing laid neatly on the floor in front of his full length body mirror after he modeled them and then took them off after changing his mind. He became frustrated that he agreed to this meeting so quickly without a proper notice. "Think nothing of it, Mr. Svoboda. I'll see you in good time." he gave another unnoticed nod before ending the call. Wasting no time after ending the call, he continued looking through his closet and made an attempt to reach his only known Anarch contact. OOC
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| Iakov Reznik | Thursday, 18. June 2015, 20:00 Post #15 |
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((Continues Here)) |
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