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| Topic Started: Thursday, 14. February 2013, 01:56 (900 Views) | |
| Espen Schroeder | Thursday, 14. February 2013, 01:56 Post #1 |
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It had been quite a few years since Espen had moved to a completely new city. She'd traveled to cities all over the world, but London had been a place that had always seemed to hold some sort of majesty even after so many years of traveling. She had been present for most of Beth's life, protecting her from cruel children and shielding her from the tragedies that she could. Most of what her human half considered the faults of an aging memory were actually blackouts of childhood torments, but Espen could still recall with joy Beth's memory of sitting at the secondhand dining room table in their small Boston apartment with her mother being tutored in history. Espen had been tempted to push Beth aside so that she could reach out with those small childish hands to take the book from the table to run dirt smudged fingers over the old pages that were littered with pictures of landmarks in London and facts about the people that lived there. Espen could still remember with a very small upturn of her lips that she had been astonished by the fact that these people lived a whole ocean away and spoke the same language, but were so different! The blonde was pulled from her reminiscence by the sudden shouting match that poured out of a pub across the street and stopped in her steps only a few moments to observe the heated argument and subsequent throwing of punches before continuing onwards without another glance backwards. She had told herself this wouldn't be a long night, a few hours at most, but this had gone from a few quick questions, some wandering in the cool night air to her destination, a meet and greet with the Baron, and a quick feed on the way home, to mindlessly roaming Anarch territory looking for anyone who could, or would, actually help her. Apparently, the Anarchs in this territory were a bit put off by her expensive tailored wardrobe and the intimidating aura she was giving off as a product of her frustration, because every Kindred she asked about the Baron either told her to a) fuck off, or to b) turn her ass back to Camarilla territory. The most she had been able to put together from this search had been that the Baron was a female Gangrel named Nora Penvellyn and that she was fairly new to the title. If I don't get a general idea where this bitch is hiding in the next half hour, I'm going to back to that cafe to try a taste of that waitress, and then I'm going home, She thought bitterly as she stopped on a corner and took note of her surroundings once again before striding down a new street and mentally cataloging where she was with her scant knowledge of the general boundaries of the various territories. What she did know was that Enfield for the most part was safe and that she shouldn't stray too far east if she didn't want to have a run in with the Sabbat and the Camarilla were to the south, but she honestly wasn't sure how far south the borders of Anarch territory ran or if she'd in fact passed them. For now she would continue her search for the Baron. "Excuse me." She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at a man sat on the stoop of a building smoking, "I'm looking for a woman named Nora Penvellyn. Do you know where I can find her?" "Fuck off." She gritted her teeth as she stalked off. Just 25 more minutes. |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Thursday, 14. February 2013, 15:45 Post #2 |
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Vincent watched the girl from the entrance to the pub across the street, she was pretty and Vincent liked his women pretty even if the fact that she was a blonde was a bit of a turn off; he didn't know why but he always liked women with darker hair more. Poor girl looked completely out of sorts but still had that air of self confidence about her that told him she had an objective here, so he decided to listen in 'Why not' he thought, 'Maybe she'll reveal an opportunity to do business' of course Vincent's business was of a darker and less savoury kind than most but still. He recognised the guy in the doorway across the street that this woman had approached, his name was Marcus, some punk kid who thought he was some hot stuff just because he'd been embraced into one of the most anarchic branches of the Anarch sect in Europe; his jaw still looked painful after whatever it was that maniac in the Box had done to him. Vinnie had gone down after the deed was done in order to dump Marcus back at his haven, the only reason he could tell that he'd been a person at all was by the fact that the pulverised meat and shattered bone was held together by Marcus' clothes. Seems the kid hadn't learned his lesson in manners after all; fucking great, Vinnie knew kids like Marcus, he'd seen them before though admittedly they'd all been mortal and without fail had ended up face down in the Thames; more than a few he'd dumped there himself. He resolved to walk over, chucking away the cigarillo in his mouth as he did so; tonight he was dressed in his usual, rough and heavily worn black jeans with a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a thin cigar tin tucked into the right sleeve. On his hands a pair of fingerless leather gloves, he cracked his knuckles as he walked over to Marcus, who flinched at the sight of the senior Brujah; every Anarch in the city knew that Vinnie was part of Nora's inner circle, he was the one who was called upon to clean up the little messes that inevitably occurred. "Hey Marcus, you look sore; still ain't got no manners huh? Shame, real shame, might have to speak with Nora 'bout that." He grinned wolfishly and lit a fresh cigarillo, propping it casually between his lips, "The lady clearly just needs a few direction; now piss off before I show you another world of hurt." "C-c-come on Vinnie; she's askin' after N-Nora..." Marcus was justifiably panicking now and stood dropping his cigarette he backed into the doorway trying to shrink away from Vinnie, "What am I supposed t-t-to say?" "Either that you don't know where she is, or point them in my direction." Vincent pointed down the street, "You got no call being rude, now piss off!" Once Marcus was well and truly out of sight Vinnie turned to the blonde, "Sorry about the kid, he has no manners and less brains, the name's Vinnie. How can I help you?" |
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| Espen Schroeder | Thursday, 14. February 2013, 20:06 Post #3 |
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Espen slowed her stride when she heard the sound of the conversation behind her. She took some amount of pleasure in the stuttering that came from the man that had been so quick to tell her to fuck off just moments before. Perhaps the night is looking up, She thought and stopped when she heard the man address her. She quickly lifted a slender hand and tucked her hair back into place and gave a rare smile to him. It had been a long time since she hadn't felt the instant complusion to shoot any man who had the audacity to believe she needed someone to defend herself for her, and even longer since she actually was in such a horrid mood to be grateful for the help. Vinnie, She looked him over and raised a brow gently, Not exactly my type, but Beth would like him. "Thank you, Vinnie. It's been a long night and a lot of brainless people with no manners." She tucked her hands into the pockets of her black slacks and met his eyes and as she refocused on her goals and the smile fell from her face and the steel returned to her gaze, "My name is Espen. I'm looking for Nora Penevellyn. Can you tell me where to find her?" |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Thursday, 14. February 2013, 21:23 Post #4 |
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Vincent looked at Espen and a grin appeared on his face as he heard her question; he looked to one side and exhaled so as not to blow smoke at her, after all he'd just lectured Marcus on manners it hardly seemed right to then be rude himself. She had way about her this one that he didn't often see among people in this part of town, it was an edge, something he usually only saw in Capes, but no lone Cape with half a brain would be in this part of town. Didn't look like she was dangerous either, but you never could tell; he'd seen plenty of people about who were apparently frail who then turned out to be horrendously powerful; but something about the way she'd responded to Marcus told him it was likely she lacked that hidden power or at the very least had the sense not to show it off. "I might be able to do just that. Tell me Espen, you with the Capes?" He framed it as a casual question, when spoken by a man like Vinnie it could mean anything; he was in with the mob after all and the local gangs had all kinds of weird and wonderful names for themselves. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Friday, 15. February 2013, 00:55 Post #5 |
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Espen watched him exhale and was grateful he hadn't blown the smoke at her, she liked him more than she liked most people which was saying quite alot as they had only just met, but she didn't smoke and she didn't appreciate being made to share the scent. It was easy for her to see that he was cautious of her, but not in any way frightened. She wasn't going for frightening at the moment, though. If she wanted to unsettle Vinnie she could pump her aura full of the anger and frustration and murderous intent she'd been harboring for most of the night, and see how he would react to her steely gaze then. The thought of this handsome dark-skinned thug slowly backing away from her was more than a little bit satisfying. Though, Espen reasoned, From the way that other man reacted towards him, I wouldn't be surprised if I got a few bullet holes in my new jacket, if not more, for the demonstration. His question was new though. She had been questioning people all night and not once had they asked if she was Anarch or not. "I'm not a cape." She said and looked away and narrowed her eyes at the shadows as she heard the shuffle of something in an alley not far from them. She watched wary of the unknown of an unfamiliar city, only to hear a feline yowl as two tomcats came barreling out of the alley and hissed at each other. She was always aware of what was going on around her, she liked it that way, but between the frustration and the tension of walking in a city whose territories she didn't know, her nerves were wearing thin and she just wanted this night to be over with. |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Friday, 15. February 2013, 02:11 Post #6 |
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Quick answer, he wasn't sure what to make of that; could be honesty or the speed of the trickster, but she seemed on edge, reacting to all of the noises of the night so maybe she was just edgy. If she was new to the city he couldn't blame her, London was a dangerous place for newbies, it was after all one of the longest established power centres in the modern world and it wasn't exactly hard to work out just how deadly a place it could be. All the Camarilla politicking and the constant rattling of the bars by the Sabbat, not to mention the fact that the Anarchs of the city were mostly thugs, wasters or blasted - there wasn't really a truly 'safe' place to go for someone who didn't know the walk. Vinnie was lucky, he'd more or less grown up here and in the roughest of circles; that meant he was better prepared than most to handle the city's dangers - he was street wise and knew how to handle himself. He was with the native mob, most people didn't realise London had its own native organised crime rings and assumed that the east Europeans or maybe the Italians were the big players in town; but the only reason no-one out of the loop knew about the native mob was because they were so good at what they did. The eastern Europeans were drug fucked thugs with muscle where their brains should be, and the Sicilians - they might have links all over the world but as far as Vinnie was concerned they were a dying breed. So he didn't really react to the rattle of falling rubbish bins or the screeching of cats. "Uh-huh, you got the smell of cape about you but whatever, I'll take your word for it for now." He stepped back and took a deep draw from the cigarillo in his mouth, then he cocked his head over to an alleyway on the other side of the street where a burly looking guy in a heavy puffer jacket stood smoking, "That's my friend Terrence; he's got my back if you get me, so I'll take you to the boss, I can't see the harm in it. But if you do mess me around old Terrence there he's got a jacket full of buckshot with your name on it." Vincent turned around and started walking in the direction of the Tripper, "She hangs out at a pub just 'round the corner; come if you want and I'll see if we can't get you introduced. You don't have to 'course but I don't reckon you'll have much luck otherwise." His tone had changed from a warning to a more jovial one as he walked away, in the alleyway Terrence glanced up and shifted his weight as if moving to keep an eye on Espen, "So tell me, what brings you to the cradle of civilisation?" |
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| Espen Schroeder | Friday, 15. February 2013, 04:12 Post #7 |
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Espen listened closely to Vinnie, not at all phased when he told her he wasn't sure she was telling the truth, and focused instead on the fact that he was offering a probationary period of trust. She had been slightly offended by other Anarchs that had accused her of being a Camarilla when she was younger, but she had resolved long ago not to change the way she lived for the comfort of others. She worked hard for the wealth she had and she wasn't going to wear ripped denim and smell like a sewer to fit in with any scene. She had been this way since before her embrace, and she didn't plan on changing her way of life nearly fifty years later. When Vinnie indicated Terrence, though it didn't show on her face, the blonde was glad that she hadn't let into the desire to see if Vinnie would be afraid of her if she was blazing with terrifying presence. She could scare off just about any weak-willed henchmen, but her presence only stretched so far and by the time she had Vinnie a bit wide-eyed and taking a step back she could've been missing a chuck of her shoulder, and in that scenario she couldn't see herself getting too far before she met a final death. However, just the mention of finally meeting the Baron and being able to get some more information about what the hell was going on in this city uncoiled 75% of the tightly wound springs in her body. She nodded before he'd finished speaking and only paused for a moment to consider the pub he had mentioned, God forbid it be that pub I passed earlier. She fell into step next to him glancing back to Terrence and quickly doing a full check of the streets as she began to tell what had brought her to the city. "I've been living this life for a while now. My sire turned on me my first rise and I was taken in by an Anarch; he taught me all about the things I would need to know to survive in thrive in this world. He was the restless type when we were traveling together we never spent more than six months in any place, but he never came here, and I never asked him why." She gave a small incline of her head and her small smile returned as she reminisced, "As a child I thought this country was fascinating, and as an adult I knew the dangers, but I overestimated my abilities to quickly make relations I suppose. So when I decided that I wanted to stop traveling the world and settle in somewhere more significant to me than a boxy apartment just big enough for my bed and my computer, I tried to think of places I'd always dreamt of going to, so I came to London." Looking over at Vinnie and then back at Terrence, Espen licked her lips, a nervous habit she hadn't had the urge to do in a few decades. Espen had always been guarded about her personal life and motivations before, but she didn't dislike Vinnie and she knew she couldn't force this. It was becoming increasingly clear to her that in Anarch London, brute force was favored over subterfuge. In that case, her talents would either be very useful to this Baron, or she would be considered obsolete. If putting her trust in Vinnie and letting down her guard a fraction meant that she could instill some more faith in her companion and avoid getting a shotgun blast to the face, she was more than willing. She was only pulled from her thoughts when she noticed that Vinnie had stopped, and then she registered the sounds of another shouting match spilling out onto the streets from the same pub she'd barely given a glance at before striding past, Great... |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Saturday, 16. February 2013, 00:44 Post #8 |
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"Woah, easy there lady, a simple 'To see the sights' woulda been enough; guess its better than bein' tight on the information though - but if I can give you a piece of advice; keep what you know to yourself in this city, there's plenty who'll just as happily use it against you." Talking as he walked Vinnie flicked away the remains of his cigarillo as they approached the Tripper, stopping outside the door he bowed in a mockery of a gentleman offering a lady the door and waited for her to head inside. The Tripper was busy as usual, with mortals and Kindred alike busy at the business of being sociable, the rowdy sounds of laughter and drunken games could be heard above the constant hum of conversation. Vinnie followed his guest in and with his signature wolfish grin took the lead once again, steering them through the crowds of revellers and wasters to a booth near the back; outside it sat one of Vinnie's boys playing cards with a pair of kindred Vinnie recognised from 'Narch meetings about the place. Karl cocked his head at Vinnie as he approached. "The boss lady busy, man?" "I don't think so boss, hold my hand I'll go check." Karl stood, he was a big guy, mostly fat around the waist with massive muscular arms; he was one of Vinnie's heavies which meant he was mainly there to look imposing and provide serious muscle when necessary; little did they know that he was largely docile. Standing up Vinnie stepped back to let Karl check inside the booth and then sat down taking his hand for him. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Sunday, 17. February 2013, 23:34 Post #9 |
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The blonde cursed the tension that had her fumbling around like a fledgling. If she stayed too far in her comfort zone others tended to get suspicious, and if she pushed too far at her own boundaries she started rambling like an idiot. She raised a brow at Vinnie's bowed form before thanking him shortly and stepping in before him. She gazed around the bar and shook her head with some bemusement as a group of mortals began to laugh as one of them downed some kind of oddly colored concoction that made his face twist in disgust. Mortals, She thought in amusement as she followed Vinnie through the crowds and she stood just behind him as he addressed one of the card players. She watched the large, burly man as he went to a booth and looked back over at Vinnie and the card game. She'd never had much interest in gambling. The only time she had ever gambled was a few times when she'd been invited to a game of poker or blackjack with a potential business partner. Watching Vinnie play cards as they waited for confirmation that the Baron wasn't busy, she wondered if she'd be playing cards more often while living in London. She crossed her arms and looked around, "So...Vinnie, for the sake of not getting myself killed in the near future, would you mind telling me where the general borders are?" |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Monday, 18. February 2013, 02:04 Post #10 |
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"Vinnie's here to see ya, with company." Karl said, jostling Nora's attention from the leather bound book she was scribbling in. Nora looked up to him with a smile, "I'll be out in just a sec," She watched his hulking frame exit the booth as she tucked her pen in the pages and gingerly closed the book, setting it to the side. As she came out, the 'company' Karl had spoken of asked Vinnie about the boundaries of the city. She looked out of place in her expensively tailored business suit and elegantly flowing blonde hair. Fuck, she looked like she just walked out of Chambers' board room. Vinnie brought her here though... She'd never been given a reason to question his judgement this far. Why start now? "Well, let's see, the Capes hold the West and South as well as Central London, all the way from Sutton to Westminister, even part of Redbridge, I believe. They also have some territory in Brent, but really, the only place you need to steer clear of is Hackney, Camden, and Redbridge. They're crawling with Sabbies... the nasty beasts." Nora wrinkled her nose in sheer disgust before replacing it with a charming smile and outstretching her hand, "I hear you wanted to speak to me. I'm sure you already know me, so who might you be?" |
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| Espen Schroeder | Monday, 18. February 2013, 04:49 Post #11 |
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Espen looked up with some interest at the woman who had appeared from the direction of the booth. She wasn't what she'd expected, but the Anarchs were generally an unusual bunch, and Espen herself was no exception to that. They were opposites on the appearance spectrum. Light and Dark. She listened intently to the Baron she listed out the names of boroughs she would do well to avoid, and she could sympathize with some of the disgust Nora displayed when she mentioned the Sabbat. She'd had her own share of less than tolerable encounters with that merry band of psychos in her travels. Espen took the Baron's hand in her own, "My name is Espen Schroeder. I'm an Anarch that recently moved to London. I thought it prudent to introduce myself." The blond straightened her jacket as she spoke and gave a curt nod of her head as she finished her introductions. "If you could spare a few minutes to talk, I would be grateful." |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Tuesday, 19. February 2013, 18:33 Post #12 |
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"Yo Karl, you got a real winner right there man." said Vinnie as his friend returned, standing he passed the hand over to Karl with his trademark grin; the hand seemed to have acquired significantly more aces than it had previously contained. Karl looked taken aback and the other guys he was playing with groaned and folded, "Think of me when you spend that windfall huh man." He slapped a hand on Karl's shoulder in congratulations; no-one was entirely sure if Vinnie had cheated or not but he was a pretty sharp card shark and poker was his game. Watching Nora appear from the entrance to the booth he offered her a mock salute from behind Espen; once introductions had been dispensed with he decided it was time to chip. "Found her getting a mouthful of lip from Marcus outside the Marquis down the street, asking around for you." He paused to take out some expensive brown papers and even more expensive looking tobacco and started to roll himself a fresh cigarillo, thinking to himself for a moment while Nora rolled off the details of the turf war that they'd been engaged in for, oh he forgot how long. At the moment things were on a slow boil but who knew how long that would last, "She looks like one of them, but I dunno, don't smell like no Cammy tail I ever encountered before." |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Thursday, 21. February 2013, 03:23 Post #13 |
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Nora simply smiled. While such propriety normally just pissed her off, hearing it from this girl was rather refreshing. She looked to Vinnie and back to Espen carefully, "Well my dear Vinnie, we'll find out soon enough where her true allegiances lie. In the meantime, if you'd like to join us, I was just going to invite our new friend in for a drink." Nora stepped to the side and ushered them into her booth. She took a breath as Espen passed her. She smelled so...clean. That was new. After everyone was seated, Nora slid onto the bench opposite of the blonde and stared at her silently with a thoughtful expression for a few moments before speaking, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Espen. I appreciate your sentiment. So prim and proper. Are you a blue blood? You certainly smell like one. Tell me, how does one of your clan end up in the rabble? Let alone here in London? It sounds like your far from home..." This was a tricky one, this Espen. She cut to the point straight away, which was always a bonus, "I'm also curious why you're here, of all places? You've picked a hell of a time to settle down in these parts." Nora smiled wryly to the girl. If only she could be joking. Part of her wished it were. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Thursday, 21. February 2013, 04:59 Post #14 |
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Espen raised an eyebrow at Vinnie's comment about her smell, but simply panned her gaze back to Nora. True allegiances. She had always found it funny how much the way you looked could change another person's perception of you, but although she wasn't in the mood for alcohol she wouldn't turn down drinks with the Baron. She moved past and sat on the side of the booth that had not been disturbed. Espen shifted and straightened her jacket before relaxing into her seat and returning the Baron's silent gaze. She listened carefully to the line of questions and gave a moment's pause before taking Vinnie's advice and keeping her cards a little closer to her chest, "I enjoy keeping an honest image, I was in business before I became a blue blood. Clean cut has always been my image." She toyed with one of the rings on her fingers as she continued, "As for my sect the Camarilla have old ways, old oppressive ways, and I considered the decision of who to ally myself with for all of fifteen seconds before I joined the Anarchs. However, London was, simply put, a child's dream and an adult's need for challenge." "You've picked a hell of a time to settle down in these parts." The blond tensed slightly when she noticed the slight tension in Nora's body as she seemed to try to joke. Espen picked up on it immediately and licked her lips nervously. She crossed her arms and after a few seconds asked, "What's going on? A turf dispute or something bigger?" She could practically see it in the two Anarchs, Something bigger. Definitely something bigger than a little spat between the sects. She briefly traced the shape of her lips with the fingers of her left hand in thought before whispering, "This is my home now." |
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| Vincent Tadeu | Friday, 22. February 2013, 15:41 Post #15 |
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Vincent chucked himself down into the corner seat and immediately put his feet up on the table; a gesture that might imply disrespect to some, but he was tight with the Baron and they both knew where his loyalties lay. Besides it wasn't like his feet smelt or anything, Vinnie had the eternal smell of freshly turned earth, a quirk of the blood inherited from his sire and one which had saved his arse more often than he cared to remember; after all who thought to search for the smell of turned earth? As Espen took her seat, all prim and full of dignity Vinnie's man Karl closed the partition, giving the three of them some privacy while they talked. This was business after all and you generally didn't want to do the kind of business that he and Nora were into in front of a crowd. While Espen and Nora spoke he tossed a small package across the table to Nora; a top up for her hip flask blood supply, spiced as always with just what she needed. From the outside though it just looked like something wrapped in brown waxed paper; could be anything though those with a sharper nose might be able to pick out the scent. It wasn't a favour or anything, Vinnie did his business with the nod of the Baron and he paid his dues just like everybody else. "Y'see, what did I tell you. She talks like them and looks like them, 'till you listen to what she says then it all sounds Anarch." Vinnie grinned his wolfish grin, showing off teeth and fang while he pour Espen and Nora drinks from the bottle on the table; sliding the glasses over to their recipients. |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Monday, 25. February 2013, 01:58 Post #16 |
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"You could say that...but it's bigger. Much bigger." She quipped, nodding silently to Vinnie and taking the package with care and opening it with little care of what Espen would think. Fuck, Vinnie'd seen her covered from head to toe in Dix before, so she doubted he'd care at all. If Espen asked, she'd probably explain. Not that she was keen on explaining that she was forever an addict, but alas, as long as the blow continued coming in, she had qualms with the life she had to lead. Fuck knew she'd probably meet her maker sooner or later anyways with the way things were going in this city lately. "Long story short, the Archbishop that controlled the East and helped in wiping out our entire sect in the city met his final death just a few months ago. At the hand of the new Sheriff. It's sparked a shit storm of political uprising, one that's very likely to spill into our territory. The Prince won't give me the time of day to even ask if he has any insight on what we should be preparing for. The Sheriff was nice enough to enlighten me, and it's not going to be good." She sighed and took a long drink, downing it in one gulp and refilling it with the blood Vinnie'd just tossed her. Now was better then any to get by, it seemed. What with having a blood doll of sorts around that was more then willing to accommodate when she could, it wasn't as hard as it used to be to keep the Beast calm. "In all honesty, you're an answer to my unsaid prayers. We have enough brawn to go around for the whole fucking country, but someone of your caliber would be useful. So, I guess my question to is if you're willing to take on the responsibility. Your abilities would give us the edge we need." She said with a smile. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Monday, 25. February 2013, 04:21 Post #17 |
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Espen inhaled curious at the package's contents after the Baron opened the small box and nearly grimaced at the scent of the blood that Nora removed from the package. It wasn't the scent of drugged blood that turned her off and made her own thirst burn a little more, but her own tastes for female blood that she could sense this package lacked. Bagged blood had been dangerous when she was young and it had taken years to learn the subtle differences between genders, but at her age she could smell something her beast could sense was distinctly masculine about the blood and the animal in her violently recoiled from it, begging for the sweet, rich scent of femininity. The blond mentally shook of her snake-tongued beast and listened as Nora laid out some of the recent events for her. That explained why she was met with more aggression, suspicion, and distaste then in any other city she'd visited recently. If the Anarchs here were recovering from being wiped out and the Prince wasn't even tossing out scrapes of information to the Baron, then they wouldn't be friendly to anyone that even gave the impression of an outsider. Espen took a small leather business journal and a pen from her jacket after Nora laid out her proposition. She slid out one of the business cards tucked into the pocket of the journal, that had her basic business contacts on it, and jotted on the back of the card with her left hand as she flipped a few pages in the journal with her right and held down the book to hold her place. She slid the card across the table when she'd finished tucking the journal back into her jacket. "That's my business card. I have a condition that makes it difficult for others to contact me sometimes. If you call my personal phone and I don't answer try the contact marked Beth, and when she answers ask for 'Ms. Kingsley'. If Beth doesn't answer and you are in dire need of my help, I've written the address to my haven on the card. I'd prefer that all be kept with you and Vinnie, I don't appreciate house calls from people I don't know." Espen explained and shifted uncomfortably as her beast began to rub against the bars of its cage trying to coax the blue blood into letting it free, "If you don't have any questions, I'm eager to make friends with some of the locals." |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Tuesday, 26. February 2013, 04:46 Post #18 |
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Nora took the card and looked it over briefly before nodding and giving her a weak smile, "Then I won't keep you. Welcome to London, Espen. I hope to see you again soon." She waved her off in a playful shooing motion. Once she had left, her gaze met Vinnie head-on. Her smile was gone, replaced with an expression of concern, "Start putting the word out. We're running out of time." She said flatly. It was time to call a meeting. It was time to come together. Gathering her things in her bag, she slid out of her seat, standing at the end of the table and downing the rest of her drink. She set the glass down on the table, lingering with pursed lips. Was this too soon? Raising the banners meant this was really happening. "Also... we have the matter of our 'progeny' to deal with. Have your girl here tomorrow evening. I'll try and have mine here as well... Hopefully Sullivan will join us... for once." She sighed and let her fingertips drag across the table as she willed herself to walk away, "Perhaps it'll be easier for them to take if they take it together... I'll see you then." Nora nodded her goodbye and made a silent exit. It seemed every night that passed was just one night closer to shit getting real. The more she thought it over in her mind, the more she doubted herself. Sullivan's absence was discouraging... but hopefully the birds she sent for him would find him soon enough and bring him back to her. |
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| Stomalkov | Tuesday, 26. February 2013, 13:16 Post #19 |
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"Aye aye captain." came Vinnie's response, he looked over at Espen encouragingly from where he sat and then drew out his phone and hit one of the speed dial numbers he'd keyed in, waiting a few moments as the phone rang before speaking, "Its time; shift the weight and start bringing in the fireworks. Oh and if you see Frankie tell her I want to see her at the Tripper tomorrow evening." It was done, his orders had been given and he knew that even as he slid his phone back into his jacket that his stockpiles of pretty much any illicit substance under the sun would be being auctioned off. It would be a very good night for the dealers of London, but bad news for the Sabbat; he was bringing in even heavier ordinance. The shotguns and pistols he'd been bringing in so far weren't going to be enough and with Nora's word he could finally start buying up some real hardware. Gazing over the Espen for a moment he considered what this must look like to her, he felt sure she wasn't blind enough not to realise just what had been ordered, but even so. With a smile he decided he'd strike up a conversation again, "So, Ms Schroeder have you arranged a haven for yourself?" |
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