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| Entertaining Some Friends; ATTN: Davvad & Michel | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 10. January 2016, 01:08 (176 Views) | |
| Elagabalus | Sunday, 10. January 2016, 01:08 Post #1 |
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After some time in the Clermont Club one evening, Marcus dialed the number of Davvad. He waited while the phone rang and once he heard the Rose pick up on the other end, he exploded with excitement as he spoke to his young friend. "Davvad!? Marcus Russo.. I hope I'm not disturbing anything? I'm actually calling with good news, friend. But it's a surprise. There's something I have for you. I can only imagine a smile on your face when you see it. A good deal of effort went into this gift, so I beg you forgive enthusiasm. But I only had you in mind when I acquired it. Please, don't rush yourself, but would you be able to come to the Clermont Club this evening?" And then suddenly, another Kindred came into mind. One that Marcus so eagerly wanted to meet since he first saw him. "There was also another man I was interested in meeting. I saw him the very night of your splendid Halloween party, but I failed to catch the strangers name. Quite the attractive one. Long red hair that was fixed in a high ponytail. Black jeans; white collard shirt. Such beauty could only belong to one of yours. I was curious if you could have this fellow tag along with you? He just might enjoy the surprise as well. Do you think you might be able trouble yourselves this evening?" |
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| Davvad | Wednesday, 13. January 2016, 11:23 Post #2 |
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Receiving the call as he sat by the stage of Terza, there was nothing but an amused smile on the toreadors face. "Nothing at all my dear friend. Please speak your mind." He always enjoyed hearing Marcus' voice when it reached a certain threshold of emotion. It took him a second before it filted into his mind. "You must be speaking of the handsome Mr. Dauphin. I do have his contact and I'll seek to reach him for you. Give me near an hour to reach you. I hope your grand secrecy is able to hold out for that long." Chuckling. He gave Vince a signal he was stepping out, as he made preparations for the evening at the esteemed Clermont Club. "If there is nothing else dear friend, I will see you in short time, and with luck. You'll see double." If there was nothing else, Davvad would finish his call with Primogen Russo and sift through his contacts for a newer number. He called Michel Dauphin and relayed the invitation to the man. Curious at his response to the hasty invitation. If accepted, Davvad would give Mr. Dauphin all the information needed on how to get to the Clermont Club, and even offered the newest rose to have his cab fare paid for, if he had no other means of travel. Edited by Davvad, Wednesday, 13. January 2016, 11:27.
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| Michel Dauphin | Wednesday, 13. January 2016, 12:32 Post #3 |
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Michel was busy staring at the blank screen of OpenOffice Writer. He had vague thoughts on starting a blog, but the first words were never so easy. Maybe he should rather finish his painting of his Sire instead.... Then his phone rang. That was quite remarkable as no one usually called him. His Sire and Lukas were so far away that they would have been sleeping now. He had given the number in Elysium and to the Prince though, so there still were people who could reach him. It was even more remarkable than Michel was able to guess. The deputy keeper of Elysium let him know that the Primogen whom he had seen in the Halloween night wanted to see them. The cab would be paid for him so he wouldn't have to use the bus. There really was nothing else to it than accept the invitation. Luckily Michel the Toreador was shy enough to make this work with the amount of nervousness Michel was experiencing. |
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