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| Topic Started: Monday, 23. May 2011, 10:28 (1,112 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Friday, 30. September 2011, 12:07 Post #21 |
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George gave the other man a suspicious look, a hand drifting to his belt where his combat knife was. "And who may you be, sneaking around and listen to others' conversations ? A spy or just a person, interested in things which are not his business ?" As the other talked about respect for putting up with the politicians, George just snorted and gave him a look, that could kill. "You don't have to admire me for doing my job. May the structure and the politics be as they will, I, as a soldier, just do my job night after night. has nothing to do with patience... And regarding the dark ages power structure... why don't you discuss that with someone who is able to change that... an Elder, perhaps and see,if you survive that discussion with sound mind and body, which I doubt. The big problem with the structure is, that those in charge can easily kill you off... or worse." |
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| Sullivan | Friday, 30. September 2011, 12:53 Post #22 |
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Sullivan chuckled, this man providing interesting enough conversation that he opted to look past the threats. After all, civil conversation with a cammy? A hot-tempered one at that? Not likely. So far, they were doing well. "At least ye acknowledge it's a problem." He quipped, a solitary fang poking out of his mouth as one side of it coiled upward into a grin. He didn't offer a hand to shake - this man seemed far too preoccupied keeping his weapons close to hand, it seemed - and instead placed them comfortably in his coat pockets, "Name's Sullivan. And no - not a spy. Not enough caution in my temperament to pull that one, I think." He was silent for a little bit, paying close attention to their surroundings with a wandering, lazy gaze. What did you say? This guy had the beginnings of an anarch, what with all the anti-elder sentiment. But he was a soldier. He wanted - needed, though he'd likely never admit it - a superior, and the Baron was gone. Absently, he put in another few words, stirring the contents of the verbal pot a bit, "As for eaves-droppin'... I suppose I was, though I hadn't set out to spend my night as such. Just lookin' out for my neighbourhood - Sabbat ain't as far away as I'd like 'em. Politicians can be reasoned with - that's a fight that ain't worth havin'. The Sabbat kinda don't do the whole talkin' thing... But I'd hazard a gues ye've found that out already." |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 30. September 2011, 17:16 Post #23 |
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George gave him a cross look. What does he want ? An anarch on recruitment ? Anyway, he is not the enemy. At least not now... "Of course I acknowledge it. It is a problem and we both know that. Looking out is a good thing, Mr. Sullivan. Always keep an eye out for your enemies. He moved his hand away from the knife. "Well then, Mr. Sullivan. My name is Harris and I think it is not unpleasant to meet you. But I think, we should continue our talk in a more comfortable environment. Do you have a place in mind, which would qualify ?" |
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| Sullivan | Thursday, 17. November 2011, 19:33 Post #24 |
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Sullivan grinned, and nodded his head curtly - this man had put aside what should've his standard response due to good-ish manners on his own accord. Sullivan could respect a man who listened to orders until they stopped making sense - that made him obviously in command of his own judgement still. Rare among the Prince's sycophants - and justifiably dangerous, when talked to by the right kindred. "Well, the tripper does a decent pint - both of the usual brews and that special brand we all know and fall slave to. Or, there's the dream - but there'll be folks there who ain't of our kind, an' I don't know about you but I'd hazard a guess they won't want to hear what either of us has to say." Drawing one hand out of his pockets, Sullivan did the courtesy of not obfuscating his way there, "Come - I owe ya a pint fer puttin' up with my God-awful pronunciation." |
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 17. November 2011, 22:42 Post #25 |
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"Allright, then. The tripper it is... for a few pints and a talk. Lead the way, if you please, Mr. Sullivan. And your pronunciation doesn't bother me much, your dialect is more bothering... But that is not a theme for the road..." If you haven't set up a trap on the way to either of those bars, Irishman... I'd be surprised, if you hadn't... |
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