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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 9. December 2015, 02:37 (177 Views) | |
| Kseniya | Wednesday, 9. December 2015, 02:37 Post #1 |
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This message arrives over a week in advance of Kseniya settling in the city, in both an emailed form (assuming that she is capable of finding an official email address for Mr. Russo) and on expensive marbled stationary, written lightly in excellent though very simple script, perfumed subtly with gardenia and myrrh. To Mr. Marcus Antonio Russo, Primogen, London, From Kseniya Mordvinova, Ventrue Dear Mr. Russo, It is a pleasure to correspond with you, sir. I write to announce my intention to relocate to London from my current residence of New Orleans. I hope that you will find the time to fit a brief meeting into your schedule in order to advise me on those pertinent matters which I should be aware of in order to be able to best assist you, the Clan and the Camarilla. I have attached my travel itinerary as well as a few potential apartments which seemed suitable to me, in the hopes that you might steer me aright if any of them happen to be in otherwise undesirable parts of the city, or if there are any reasons why I should delay my travel. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope that we shall meet in person soon, though I remain, at your convenience, Sincerely yours, Kseniya Mordvinova |
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| Elagabalus | Monday, 14. December 2015, 19:08 Post #2 |
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Miss Mordvinova was successful in reaching Marcus through the Email address that she was given. Shortly after receiving that message, he wrote his reply back to her through electronic means. Good Evening Miss Mordvinova, I'm pleased to hear of your interest in settling in the greater Domain of London. I've taken a moment to look over your list of possible havens and I would be more comfortable if you chose to house yourself under my own roof, at least for the time being. Until you can get familiar with the lay of the land, it's my sole interest to keep you safe and secure while here and under my care. From there, I can assist you with locating a haven properly fitting of our lineage. I'll include the address where you can meet with me in the closing of this letter. Please make sure that you are properly nourished before arriving, and as always, respect the guidelines of our fifth tradition. I'll have your name floated along to the staff here. Merely announce your presence and you will be escorted to a more private setting where we can speak openly. I really look forward to meeting with you. Safe travels. Regards, -- M. A. Russo Ventrue Primogen, London (The address of the Clermont Club would be the closing line in the return Email.) In that same day, Mr Cornwall came into Marcus' room, as he always had done, and delivered what personal mail that would arrive to the club for Marcus. In that stack of letters, there was one specific letter that caught his attention over the rest in the stack. A scented letter, smelling of gardenia and myrrh. He rushed to open this letter and found that it too came from Miss Mordvinova. How professional, he thought. Miss Mordvinova was thorough, to say the very least of her. Having already replied to his clanswoman through return Email, he simply sat behind his desk, not paying any attention to the rest of his mail, and taking occasional sniffs of the scented letter. Anticipation to meet this woman started to grow inside of him. The more he sniffed at this letter, the more he imagined what she might look like. Even her penmanship was intriguing. For now, he simply waited on his kinswoman's arrival. |
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