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| Topic Started: Thursday, 14. November 2013, 21:28 (735 Views) | |
| Lazaruss | Thursday, 14. November 2013, 21:28 Post #1 |
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Once again, Lazaruss strolled into the Anarch territory hoping to meet some of them. He was hoping to ask them some things, if only they would deign to chat for a while. So far, he had no such luck. One would think that they would ask him to announce his presence in their domain to the Baron or something. The night was warm and clear, but with no moon above. He wore plain jeans and a t-shirt which said 'invest in America ; buy a Congressman'. Over that, he wore a long black leather coat which reached his knees. Lazaruss was tall and slender, with red hair neatly sleeked backwards with care. He had a heavy brow and a narrow chin, and his cheeks were somewhat sunken, giving his face a triangular look. His eyes were large, deep set and light-green, and he often seemed distant in thoughts, walking the streets with hands in his pockets. It was well past midnight, and the area was mostly empty. The neighborhood was rougher, and less sanitary than what he was accustomed to, but he did not mind. Much. He just hoped he could get this one thing over with so he could get back to what was really important. |
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| Lazaruss | Saturday, 16. November 2013, 22:51 Post #2 |
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Lazaruss made his way down the street, hands in pockets. It would have been for the best to meet some of the middle-ranking Annarchs. He did not seek a meeting with Ms. Penvellyn. Surely, she had better things to do than to bother with him. He wished he could have just called someone up and asked for Ms. Penvellyn's number or something. But with the Cam network down, his contacts were limited. Asking for Mr. Blucher's aid was not an option ether. Lazaruss couldn't go to him every time he had a problem. He had to stand on his own, like a proper Ventrue. So he walked the streets of Enfield, hoping someone would notice him. Not the smartest tactic he could come up with, but he figured that Annarchs would at least approach him to tell him to get out of their domain. He was not that deep in their territory yet, - only a few blocks - but already, he was doubting he would meet anyone tonight. Such a bother. He stopped on an intersection, waiting for the traffic light to cross. What other options did he have ? He could contact the Harpy, for one. Surely the Harpy would be able to arrange something. But that would again imply that he needed someone's help in making contact with the Annarchs. Well, if tonight did not work out, he would have no other choice. He'd have to contact the Harpy, to get Ms. Penvellyn's phone number, at least. He was not all that eager to disturb her with something so trivial as this, but she could always just direct him to one of her subordinates. If she could be persuaded to talk to him at all. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 22:19 Post #3 |
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Espen wrapped her arm around the young mortal next to her, Chelsea, she'd been her vessel since a few weeks after she'd arrived in London. This was a walk they took once a week to gain the privacy of her haven or of a booth in the Tripper. She smiled as Chelsea pressed her cheek into the wool of the blonde's overcoat and shivered as a cold autumn breeze whipped through the streets. They were nearly half way to the Tripper for a night of talking and drinking. Just the thought of pushing aside that soft pretty red scarf and sinking her teeth into her vessel's flesh was riling her beast. A low purr came up her throat and Chelsea smiled, she had come to recognize it as her owner's satisfaction. It was as those soft soft green lifted to meet intense steel gray that Chelsea spied the wandering man as they approached a crosswalk. She put one hand over the black leather of Espen's glove on her waist, "He looks a bit lost don't you think?" Espen barely glanced at him, "I'm not particularly worried about wandering, lost men, especially when he could be wandering in search of a beautiful young law student on the wrong side of London, much like yourself." "I'm not afraid of him, I know you'll keep us both safe. Could we just ask if he needs directions?" Espen sighed and slowly nodded, and gave a small upturn of her lips when Chelsea kissed her jaw softly in thanks. The Ventrue tightened her hold on her human and called ahead, "Excuse me, sir?" Espen gave him a moment to acknowledge the call and then asked, "Do you need help finding something?" |
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| Lazaruss | Monday, 18. November 2013, 00:44 Post #4 |
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Hearing the words, Lazaruss turned and saw two women coming his way. Hopefully, this was the break he was looking for. Still, subtlety and manners took precedence. As they approached he nodded to each of them and offered to kiss their hand in turn if they would permit. He also took the time to observe them to see if they were breathing. " Ah. " He said with a polite smile. " I was beginning to think that i would not find anyone out tonight. " " My apologies. I am trying to find some people who hang around in this neighborhood. Perhaps you know them ? They are the associates of Ms. Penvellyn ?" Edited by Lazaruss, Monday, 18. November 2013, 00:50.
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| Espen Schroeder | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:07 Post #5 |
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Espen kept her human firmly in her grasp refusing to allow her to present her hand for his gesture of a polite kiss. She was cautious of the man as she declined his kiss of the hand, her beast hissing whispers of anger and jealousy. Examining him, the Ventrue didn't see anything particularly threatening about him, but her guard stayed firmly in place. " I was beginning to think that i would not find anyone out tonight. " Chelsea nodded, "Yeah. Most people have already found their destinations for the night by now." " My apologies. I am trying to find some people who hang around in this neighborhood. Perhaps you know them ? They are the associates of Ms. Penvellyn ?" Espen's entire body tensed up, "Nora Penvellyn?" Chelsea gave a soft whimper as the leather gloved hand clenched hers much too tightly, "Espen...ow..." The blonde released and met his eyes as she extended her hand, "Well you've accomplished your goal, I suppose. If you're after associates of Nora Penvellyn that is. My name is Espen Schroeder. What's your business?" |
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| Lazaruss | Monday, 18. November 2013, 10:49 Post #6 |
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After the initial contact, Lazaruss made sure not to meet their gaze. So they were Annarchs ? Finally. He resisted a sigh of relief. They did not seem to like the prospect of their hands kissed so he did not push. " How fortunate. " He said. " I have had an unpleasant experience some time ago, and I'm here to learn how to prevent it from happening again. " He looked at the two of them. They appeared to have something in mind already set for their evening, so he'd best make this quick, not to bother them too much. " I need to learn some specific things about your organization. Nothing major. " He said. " Would you mind going somewhere where we could talk freely ? I promise i won't take much of your time. Just a few questions. " |
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| Espen Schroeder | Wednesday, 20. November 2013, 20:59 Post #7 |
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Espen looked down at Chelsea and her entire body tightened as she thought about where they could talk. The Tripper wasn't far, but she didn't know this man, his reputation, or his true intentions. She crossed the street still deep in thought as she contemplated locations, Decisions, decisions. She could think of many places: bars, 24 hour coffee shops, a handful of restaurants that afforded a bit of privacy. She made the decision that she was more comfortable at the Tripper where she could shoo Chelsea off to sit with an Anarch she could trust with her young human, and attend to whatever this man's questions were, and if there was a problem...well they'd just apprehend him and toss him in the Box. She turned her head to look back at Lazaruss, "We're headed to the Night Tripper. You may join us. I'll attend to your questions and then you'll leave. Any problems and rest assured my colleagues and I will deal with you accordingly." She stopped and cocked her head, "Which reminds me, what is your name and who are you affiliated with?" |
![]() "If the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out, remember this: Whatever their price, I'll beat it. I like living." -- Tyrion Lannister Espen: #6699CC - Beth: #CC0099 | |
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| Lazaruss | Thursday, 21. November 2013, 00:14 Post #8 |
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Lazaruss resisted a sigh yet again. He hated being threatened. Even though he was expecting it. They wanted to know his sect ? Well, here goes nothing. " My name is Lazaruss Chamberland. " He said. " I am affiliated with Mr. Alarik Blucher's organization. " He waited to see if that would pose a problem for them before he continued. " Your place, your rules. " He said. " Thanks, by the way. " |
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| Espen Schroeder | Monday, 25. November 2013, 06:09 Post #9 |
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Espen was not surprised he was affiliated with the Prince, but it did shock her a bit that he'd just wander aimlessly here instead asking for a number or a location. She'd learned when she'd first arrived to London that Enfield wasn't always kind to people that didn't belong. It would've been easier to poke around a bit. There had to be a fair few of Camarilla that could give a number to some Anarch or could make a vague suggestion on where to go to find one, besides head North and wander until they happen upon you. "I don't particularly like your organization Mr. Chamberland, but if you're just looking into this for some insight, then it's no problem." She gently rubbed up and down Chelsea's arm as the young woman shivered in her hold once again. Espen frowned and shrugged her black wool overcoat down her arms and offered it to her, stopping briefly to help her into it, and then easily button it and tuck the soft redness of the girl's scarf into the coat. "Thank you, Espen." Espen put her arm around her once more and addressed Lazaruss as she began to walk at a brisk pace, "I'm interested in why you've come here, though. The insight I am able to give I could understand, but I would think that most questions you would be able to find answers to in books, or the knowledge of your leaders." Chelsea looked over at him, "Seems very fortunate that we happened upon you instead of some of the other twits I've met from Espen's side of town; I swear some of them are just downright stupid." |
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| Lazaruss | Monday, 25. November 2013, 20:16 Post #10 |
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Lazaruss followed them in his own swift pace. He was tall and his long legs had no problem keeping up with them. They were ahead of him, not looking at him yet, so he allowed himself a brief frown. He had thought that the relations with the Annarchs were stable-ish. There were no roomers of any violence going on between the two sects that he could hear. " Oh. Is it that dangerous here for people like me ?" He asked. " As to what i seek, " He said. " I'll explain myself to your liking once we get someplace safe. I'll just say that it is in my blood to be self-reliant. " He smiled. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 07:26 Post #11 |
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Espen shook her head, "Not necessarily." Chelsea looked back at him, "It's just the this part of town. A bit rougher than I'm used to honestly, but after you get to know some of the extroverts in the area, people don't really bother you anymore. Word spreads who you are, who you're with and the creeps and the tweakers that know what's good for them back off." With a small upturn of her mouth, Espen shared, "When I was fresh to London, not so long ago, I was told to either 'Fuck off', or I believe his exact words were, 'Turn my pretty ivory and gold coated ass back South'. It's more a general attitude towards outsiders than you in particular. Most of the company you'll find at the Tripper is actually quite companionable; take it from someone who dislikes a majority of people." Chelsea smiled as they made the last turn until they reached the Tripper. It was only a few blocks down, and a quick jaunt across the street now, "Thank god. I can't wait to get inside. It's too cold out with this wind." |
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| Lazaruss | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 14:35 Post #12 |
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Lazaruss listened, following close behind them until they reached the Tripper. He was examining the place, not really knowing what to expect from an Annarch bar. Judging by Chelsea's remark about the cold, she was a Ghoul. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he filed it away for future reference. Espan and her sure seemed rather fond of each other. He stepped in front of them and held the door opened for them to go in, then followed them inside, instinctively scanning the place. He was used to noticing details about his surroundings, for the sake of strategic exits as well as for scanning for available tables. Not that he expected trouble in his current company, but it was an instinctive reaction. He did not smile, and he did not blink as he did so. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Friday, 6. December 2013, 20:34 Post #13 |
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Espen followed Lazarus in and did a quick survey of the inhabitants of the bar. She saw Frankie sitting by the bar chatting with Marcus and some of the other Anarchs. The punk glanced over and smiled at Espen, and the blonde gave a gesture for the Brujah to give her a moment. She led the way to a private booth and helped Chelsea out of her overcoat and jacket and neatly folded it. She looked over at Lazarus, "Make yourself comfortable. Anything to drink?" " A glass of water, if you please. " She nodded to him before taking Chelsea's hand and leading her to the bar. She ordered his water and let Chelsea know she could order what ever she liked and Frankie frowned at the booth where Lazarus was sitting, "What's with him?" "Hopefully nothing. He's one of Blucher's men, he's curious about us so I'm doing a quick Q and A." She nodded her head at her vessel who was thanking the bartender for the beer she'd ordered, "Watch her would you please?" Frankie shrugged as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket, "Yeah, sure no problem." The punk offered one to her new bar buddy and Espen grabbed the cigarette and tossed it down to the floor and ground it under her boot, "None of that. No smoking in my car and no smoking for Chelsea. I prefer when she doesn't taste like ashes." Frankie smirked, "Someday I'm going to bring her back smelling of pot and see how you like that." Chelsea chuckled with Frankie as she replied with a bemused look, "That sounds like fun." Espen gave her a stern look as she took the glass of water, "Please do not." She headed back to the booth and sat down placing the glass in front of him, "This booth should afford us the privacy of prying ears and eyes. Ask your questions freely." |
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| Lazaruss | Friday, 6. December 2013, 21:34 Post #14 |
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Lazaruss nodded, accepting his glass of water. He watched the place with a mild expression of curiosity. " Thank you. " He said. " Some time ago, i've had a talk with an Elder. " He said. " An unpleasant traditionalist on a hunt for stockpiling boons. He sighted me as his next pray. " Actually, of the two of them Lazaruss and he had been the same age. The difference was in the position they held. But that felt like too much of an explanation and he had promised to make it quick. " I said something wrong and he later accused me of being a pro-anarch. I've got nothing against or for Anarchs, and i've made that clear, yet he insists that i report back to him after i've learned my mistake. " " The question he asked was 'What do you like, Mr. Lazaruss ?' I've said that i like moments in history where tides turn, where regimes fall, where the mighty topple down and individuals triumph through ingenuity. That i value imagination, creativity and intellect. " " That was where our conversation started to go downhill. " He waited to see if she recognized the cause of his problem or if he had to continue. He suspected that it was something in that particular answer. Everything else had been fully addressed. More or less. |
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| Espen Schroeder | Monday, 9. December 2013, 03:00 Post #15 |
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Espen listened carefully and nodded as she folded her hands in front of her. "I believe I know why your Elder believed you may be pro-Anarch." "The confusion could be from the fact that you say you wish to see tides turn, regimes fall, but if the tides were to turn than your sect would not rule the city and the Ivory Tower? It is the regime that would fall. You are the mighty, Mr. Lazarus, and as for your respect to individuals triumphing through ingenuity...my understanding is that the Elders are given their titles and their respect on a few centuries of unlife and nothing more. I understand that you may not wish any harm to the Camarilla, but to an Elder these are the words of a young Anarch rebel." "The Anarch cause is different for every kindred that calls themselves an Anarch, for each Anarch you ask will give you a different answer than the last if asked what their reason for being an Anarch is. But the most common overlay would most likely be change. Anarchs wish to insight change." |
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| Lazaruss | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:32 Post #16 |
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Lazaruss listened. The elder in question was not a Ventrue. Just someone who wanted to yank on his chain in hopes to unsettle his clan. But that didn't need saying. He sat there sipping his water and thinking. " Yes. I thought that was it. " He murmured. He'd just needed a solid confirmation. Now he could at last put an end to this whole mess. Stirring the water in his glass, Lazaruss considered Espen, her position and her convictions, comparing them to his own. The Anarch movement was too chaotic for him. No defined structure or organization. No, he could not be an Anarch. So what if he liked seeing the mighty topple or individuals triumph through ingenuity ? Ingenious individuals had created the Camarilla too. Besides, the Anarch elders were no better than those of the Camarilla. They might talk a good game, but in the end they were still kindred Elders, selfish sharks half-mad with age. If the Anarchs would wipe out all other groups tomorrow, they'd just establish their own copy of the Camarilla with their Elders in power. Freedom was for people, not monsters. In the end it didn't matter. Camarilla was where he was. It was not perfect, but it was better than what anyone else had managed to come up with. And besides, all of his stuff was there. He looked back at Espen. " You have done me a favor by telling me this. If you ever need anything from me, give me a call. I'll do what i can to help you. " He passed her a card with his phone number. |
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