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| A Crack in the Wall; ATTN: Marcus Antonio Russo | |
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| Topic Started: Monday, 13. July 2015, 12:02 (154 Views) | |
| Tsar Ilya the First | Monday, 13. July 2015, 12:02 Post #1 |
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FROM: lostrelativeV3n7ru3@gomail.co.ua TO: MAR RE: Northern Family Hello, I hope this letter finds you well. I am sorry to contact you this way, but you will surely understand that my specific circumstances make a more usual contact quite a difficult task. Let me talk to you about myself, so you can see what I mean: I am a distant member of your family, one of those descendants of old Kings. At some point of my life, I have lived and worked with the likes of you, bearers of the Cape, in a peaceful and easy way, but it is not in my nature to put my knee to the ground so easily. You may have guessed right already, if not, here is the clue: I am a proud inhabitant of the Northern regions of this city, one of the free citizens of the Five Boroughs. And my blood is of the same color as yours. Further on, I am more than one of those free citizens; people in your side of the fence like titles and fancy names. To that end, I have been granted one of those elegant labels. People up North call me Baron. During the last year, a lot has happened, straining the relationships between my people and your people. We have been attacked, bombed, spied upon, burned, condescended, insulted, and slighted in many ways. I am well aware that these events are not tied to you, or your decisions, and I don't find it fair to discard every southerner for the crimes of a few. We share the same blood, and I know that you are in the position of the patriarch of our family. I think we need to meet, and to share impressions, away from the destructive faction politics that pull us apart so often. Who knows? Maybe we have more in common than what we ever thought possible. Bear in mind that this is a peace offering, but also a secret communication. This is between you and me, nobody else. Should our meeting be productive, we could agree to find diplomatic ways of making our two worlds a little bit closer. Should it go south, we can both agree, as gentlemen, to just forget it all. I am creating a place for this sort of meeting; a neutral area located in the very frontier between my world and yours. I would be delighted to have you there, and to inaugurate the venue in your company. Find the address and directions attached to this email. I will be waiting there at midnight in three days time. As a sign of good faith, I am providing you with my real name, so you can research me. My period with your people was around forty years ago, in Kiev. I don't know if the Prince will be the same one I left there, but people in the area should fondly remember me, and my brothers. I truly hope you accept my invitation, and that we can build a fruitful relationship between us, faction loyalties aside, as members of the same family. Best wishes, Yuri Mikhailov. Attached to the email, there is a .pdf file with the address of an adult store in Brent: The Peeping Swiss, a map, and clear indications to get to the peep show cabins through the front door. |
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Languages: Russian, Japanese, English, French, Finnish, German Oleg's Voice You may know me as Yuri Mikhailov or as Khoza. | |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 14. July 2015, 17:44 Post #2 |
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Your Own Personal Jesus
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It was refreshing to read the words in the email. Refreshing on so many different levels. As far as he saw it, London would be spared; London could now be saved. He felt the obvious references to their distant relations provided a link between the Baron and himself. A link that no other Primogen nor even the Prince himself would ever be able to achieve; quite possibly never be able to understand. He felt this advantage placed him in a higher status. One of the many benefits of having such superior heritage: you're destined to run into family in high places. He decided to respect the secrecy of the email for now. He wanted to have a shred of faith in the Ventrue Baron and so decided to meet him on these new neutral grounds. It was worth the risk. It would serve well to be the first Camarilla Kindred able to vouch for the safety measures the place provided for any future Camarilla visitors. He decided the Prince would receive knowledge of the meeting and the venue where it took place, but only after the meeting had taken place already. Depending on the outcome of the meeting, he would then personally decide on what specific details to include in that report. Using one finger he slowly typed back a reply. A feeling of guilt made him take a puff of his cigarette while he continued to poke the keys with a single finger. 'Secret' back-and-forth's with the Baron of London through email. Though the emails can be explained as diplomatic measures, it still just seemed so... Taboo.
A short reply so the feeling of guilt didn't last to long. Starling had left; Alarik had been murdered; Mr Bordea was never received at the club; and Mrs Carter wasn't at all the most shining example of a Ventrue. This all left a void in him that needed to be filled. He had to reach out and try to embrace every Ventrue that resided in London. Having them close was just comfort. Keeping an eye on them was easier that way. He finally sent the reply. He wasn't sure if it was received nor did he care. He already decided on attending the meeting. |
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