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| Topic Started: Monday, 25. November 2013, 16:17 (1,363 Views) | |
| Raposa | Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 17:16 Post #21 |
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The Harpy waited for George to get settled, not without a spark of amusement in her eyes. As he motioned her to begin, she put several pieces of paper in front of him. "I would like to discuss a few things with you, namely your half of the table you destroyed, about 6000 pounds, that the Prince charges you. I also want your view on the incident to ensure we can get it out of the way without too much fuss for all involved. A public apology would be enough, I think." |
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I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it. German, French, Latin, Arabic | |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 19:11 Post #22 |
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"He provoked me. It began, when I got a bit agitated on a plan he had, his reaction was to laugh, he laughed at and about me... So perhaps I got a bit more agitated than it was proper and lifted him up by his collar which he used to threaten me to put him down... I did sort of, throwing him on the table, with known results... Then he asked for me being excused in rude words and thus I introduced him to the walls and left..." Pausing to clear his throat he took a sip of beer and spoke further, looking at Katherine with a slightly angry glare. "Consequencially I'm not in favour of a public event O'Dwyer could use to embarass me any further... Private meeting in an Elysium back room with a independent witness to make sure he doesn't pull any tricks on me... Full Stop. As to the money, take that, should suffice for the invoice..." He took an envelope out of his pocket and threw it on the counter in front of her. |
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| Raposa | Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 23:15 Post #23 |
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Why did everyone always confuse her with someone who was interested in that sort of 'who started it' garbage ? Was it the way she talked or dressed ? Not that it mattered. She suppressed the slowly growing urge to cut George off and let him finish. "How very nice of you to take over all those... introductions. And don't try to sugarcoat what happened. You did get agitated, you got much more agitated than was proper and assaulted another holder of office in an official meeting and slammed him into a wall and broke a table in the process. I will be frank with you, Mister Harris. I don't like handling things like this becasue people think they can behave like children. As you will be able to tell when all this has been cleared, I am not a kindergarden teacher. You will settle this like adults, one way or another and I will make sure this is being done. There has been enough embarassment already for all involved and therefore, you are in no position to express any favours or preferences. I will summon you to the Muse at a certain point in time and you and Mister O Dubhuir, which would be the more proper way of adressing him, will attend and the matter will be resolved. I don't recommend the alternative." She barely looked at the envelope, Ares seemed of more interest to her. "Dont mistake me for Mr. Blüchers mailboy, or yours, for that matter. I think it would be better you pay the Princes retinue in person. What is the name of the man over there and how can he be contacted, Mr. Harris ?" |
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 12. December 2013, 22:19 Post #24 |
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George looked at her in a way that suggested he didn't care much about her threads, the sarcasm and the supposed scolding about etiquette... Careful not to look her in the eyes, he spoke. "You wanted my view on the incident and that is it, completely with sugar-coating, which is called 'subjective view' by some people... And despite that 'sugarcoating' I know exactly what I did, so stop talking to me that way... I'm not your underling and thus not to be talked to in that way... And how I speak of people of equal status is my decision, isn't it ?" With a short sigh, he emptied his glass of rum, seemingly thought a bit and then continued, pointing his finger at her. "So you think you have the right to descend from the heights of the tower and may treat people like underlings just because you're 'Grand Harpy' ? Think again... I'll be frank with you: You're in no position to threaten me and you have no right, absolutely no right to summon me here, threaten me with bodily harm and accusing me of being subjective in my view of the incident... Actually you are in no position to treat me that way..." Standing up he passed the barman a note and took the bottles from the bar, stuffing them into his coat pockets.With a short gesture he pointed at the envelope, then on Ares. "Mr. Blücher told me personally, you'd collect the invoice for the table, so that'd make you Mr. Blüchers mailgirl for that purpose... As for contact details on this man, why don't you ask him ? I'm no telephone book, you know ?" With that he turned around and walked towards the door... |
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| Ares | Thursday, 12. December 2013, 22:42 Post #25 |
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And so did Ares, not wishing to stay and be goaded by the Harpy anymore. He headed out, happy and fed and not thinking anymore about the ill winds that had been blowing around him this night...he knew he still had to pay the piper with his boss for the jab at that mouthy Anarch, butvit was nice to see his Primogen had his back. The night air felt great and he was going to use it to clear his head and keep the demons at bay that previously boiled so hot in his blood. Slightly stewed of the girl's blood, Ares road the buzz out of this part of town to go see about fixing broken bridges. |
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| Raposa | Thursday, 12. December 2013, 23:24 Post #26 |
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Catherine looked at George, her facial expression not changing under the barrage of words the Brujah Primogen threw at her. He might have some point in some points, but she was not anbout to acknowledge that in these surroundings. She also disliked the finger pointing and him ending the meeting, especially him cutting off a possible reply of hers and leaving with his minion, as some kind of mail girl. But they would see soon how equal they really were. She waited to give the dunce squad some headstart, then got up and left herself. There was work to do after all. |
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