| Welcome to Twilight Voices. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Playing with Fire; Closed - Helena, Thaddeus & Regent Pierce | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Jul 15 2014, 12:58 AM (774 Views) | |
| Administrator | Jul 15 2014, 12:58 AM Post #1 |
|
Administrator
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The sudden swelling of the York population increased his level of comfort. Malcolm had chosen this particular domain to call his own because of the serenity that it provided. Unlike the bustling of London, there was a severe lack of frivolity and his alliance with the Prince allowed him to determine his own involvement in the city rather than needing to deal with petty matters of status and prestige. He was a dour and serious man, his tall frame settled in a leather chair near the fireplace that crackled with a magical green flame. Perhaps it was a grandstand of his abilities, but in his vampiric state, it was a lacking of the comfort of a fireplace - the mood it invoked that had him first pursuing the path of flames. A thick and ancient volume rested in the crook of a bended knee while his narrowed pale blue eyes scanning over the lines without breaking away from the page, his right hand scribbled down notations. It was a skill he had honed over the years as an acolyte in Vienna, researching the rituals and paths of his clan. The slender pen was carefully set down, his fingers dipping into the small pocket of his plain brown vest to retrieve his watch, a button pressed to flick open the casing. He had scheduled his meetings to minimize the wasting of his time - as he believed it to be invaluable, allowing first for the new arrival - one, Thaddeus Augustine and himself to meet and discuss the matters of the clan and his place within the structure of the city and then to have the inquisitive Rose join them for whatever it was that she desired. Prince Strom had asked and he obliged, but only because it had been requested. Had the Toreador come to the Tremere directly, her request would have been dismissed or ignored entirely. He pursed his lips together at the mere thought that someone outside of his clan would have any interest in their dealings - particularly in their private library, but then again, Richard had mentioned to Malcolm that this particular Rose was very fine in appearance, but her tongue was wrapped in thorns. The pocket watch was snapped shut and returned to its place, the device indicating that Thaddeus still had a considerable amount of time to present himself before he would be considered late, a thought that Malcolm believed to be unfortunate as he wished to scold him upon arrival to set the tone in their dynamic immediately. If the new thaumturge did not disappoint him, he supposed that he could always rely on Helena to bring a scowl to his face. Strange that he found that to be such a comfort. |
| |
| Thaddeus Augustine | Jul 16 2014, 03:01 PM Post #2 |
![]()
Neonate
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Thaddeus stepped inside of the Savage Club with a slow glance around the interior, those vibrant blue eyes taking in the details of the club and the people within it alike. His gaze was sharp, observant tucking away little tidbits of visual information he received like books in a library. He spotted the Regent, aglow with a halo of green flame and the faintest of smiles danced over his lips before his expression went more serious, businesslike. The fireplace gave him an odd sense of comfort and homesickness in a swirl of nostalgia, recalling the magical flames that had been his warmth and illumination in the Chantry in Vienna. Removing his tophat, he took a step forward, leather-clad fingers combing through his thick, dark hair to try to make it look somewhat presentable, though the moisture in the air had cast the chin-length tresses into a deep wave, curls licking at the tips. The eerie light of the fireplace gleamed against the black silk of his cravat and the brocade of his waist coat, the double row of ebony buttons almost looking like emeralds in the illumination of the unnatural flame. He favored longer outerwear, and the hem of his impeccable black wool frock coat fell to just above the knee, brushing at the simpler flat front trousers that wrapped snug around his long legs. Gleaming black Oxfords carried him over to the man he was here to meet, shined to a near-mirrored polish. He held his hat in one hand, and the ever-present cane of his in the other, offering a respectful dip of a bow to the Regent and pausing a stride away from where the man sat as if on a throne. “Regent Pierce, it’s an honor to make your acquaintance.” His English was perfectly accented in a posh Londoner’s tilt, despite his many years in Germany. It would seem that it would be up to the Toreador to disappoint his fellow Warlock, as a peek at that watch would reveal him to be several minutes early. Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Jul 16 2014, 03:02 PM.
|
|
Merits: Entrepreneur, Coldly Logical, Magic Sensitivity, Hideaway, Occult Library
| |
| Administrator | Jul 19 2014, 01:45 AM Post #3 |
|
Administrator
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
His lips pursed as Thaddeus made his way into the room, a hand lifting so that fingers could twirl at the end of his moustache, twisting it thoughtfully as sharp blue eyes took in the sight of his clan mate. On first glance, Thaddeus seemed to get a passing grade, though Malcolm's expression remained neutral, but that may have been only because he still expected the warlock to make a mistake. "Mister Augustine," he offered in a cool tone, his hand gesturing towards one of the chairs before he returned to his own and settled down. Across the page of his large tome, a leather strap was placed so that the moment their conversation was over, he could return to his work. The note pad was flipped shut, the pen on top of it, granting the Tremere his full attention. "Welcome to York. As I'm sure you're aware, I am the only member of our clan who resides here, so I am curious as to why it is that you have been sent here.." Surely the pyramid didn't have their doubts on his progress and it wouldn't have been because they wanted Thaddeus to learn from him, they were well aware that he wasn't the type to take on students. |
| |
| Thaddeus Augustine | Jul 21 2014, 05:06 PM Post #4 |
![]()
Neonate
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
He didn't yet sit, having not been invited to join the Regent in his repose as of yet, and so remained standing in that polite posture, cane and hat held folded over one another before him."I believe my sire wished for me to stretch my legs, see how I could manage on my own." Surely the Regent was aware of his long stay in Vienna, surrounded by Tremere, hip-deep in magical resources. If he didn't, the details would be easily and readily communicated. "The move has also allowed me to return to one of my..." Passions. "...hobbies. Kindred don't allow me much in the way of experimenting with medicine." It would perhaps be seen as odd, he apparent desire to help mortals, but to be honest, that had become somewhat of a side effect rather than the intention. It was the puzzle that seized him now. The human body provided an endless series of equations to solve, ones that could never truly be perfected, only improved upon. Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Jul 21 2014, 05:08 PM.
|
|
Merits: Entrepreneur, Coldly Logical, Magic Sensitivity, Hideaway, Occult Library
| |
| Administrator | Jul 23 2014, 05:30 PM Post #5 |
|
Administrator
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Malcolm was well aware of Thaddeus' background. The Tremere never kept secrets, at least not amongst themselves. While travelling to the city, a letter had arrived informing Regent Pierce that he would be joined by another and while there was a level of displeasure at the notion of his routine and peace being jostled, there was some modicum of comfort in knowing that together there was much that he could accomplish. For the most part, he was unhappy with the arrangement, like the house cat of a young couple who had just brought home a new child. Once the focal point of attention, the only one to please - now he would have to share the spotlight with some acolyte trying to 'stretch his legs'. He was a powerful man, but hardly ambitious. A hand motioned for Thaddeus to sit, his expression at the news of the interest in medicine nearly softening the permanent scowl, if only because it meant that his clan mate would keep himself busy and he would not have to keep the boy entertained. "Yes, it seems that there is a growing interest in the field of medicine and what we are capable of doing to ensure a long and healthier life for others. It does provide us with an advantage - to know who is best to feed on, those not riddled with disease." In a roundabout way, it aided the Kindred population as well. A dwindling human race would make consuming blood more difficult - competitive. He was no fond of casual conversation and so he did not linger on the subject, not really having any real interest in it at all. The comment had been more of a vocalized thought than an invitation for Thaddeus to prattle one about his... passion. "The Chantry is accommodating, more than enough room for the pair of us to work without disturbing the other. The ghouls who are under our care are charged with maintaining the household and protecting it in the daylight hours. From the cellar, there are tunnels that connect to the other areas of the city - a safety precaution. Currently, the only two residents within this city who are aware of this pathways are the Scourge and Nosferatu Primogen as it travels through their domain." Sharp blue eyes flickered over to the other man, a thick brow lifting upwards in question as if to silently pose whether or not Thaddeus had any more questions - or any at all. |
| |
| Thaddeus Augustine | Jul 26 2014, 02:00 PM Post #6 |
![]()
Neonate
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
At the invitation, the tall, long-limbed man moved to gracefully lower himself into one of the chairs near his superior, setting the cane aside to lean up against the arm of it, hooking his tophat upon the silver handle. His vibrant cobalt eyes lifted to survey the Regent as he spoke, taking in his words with an attentive and serious gaze. One leg lifted and crooked, allowing him to rest his ankle upon the opposite knee in a slightly more comfortable posture. He nodded in agreement at the opinion that medicine did in some secondary sort of way benefit the Kindred, even if that wasn't his main concern in the study and practice of such. Sensing that desire to move onto other business, he wisely remained silent, and didn't find the inclination to do so difficult in the least. He understood that medicine, to the ears of someone who did not share his passion for the subject, was tedious at best. He listened carefully at the information regarding the Chantry and the paths in and out of the building, one single brow lifting at the mention of the Nosferatu. Surely they were not allowed knowledge of the entrance in and out of their clan's haven, and even more likely it was warded from the eyes of the sewer-dwellers, but it was still an interesting arrangement for the Warlocks to share passage with anyone. "I do have my own private haven within the city," he spoke up after a moment, when Malcolm paused to allow him his time. "I intend to remain within the walls of the Chantry whenever possible, though I'm certain you understand the benefits of having a hideaway to which one can retreat to if something unexpected occurs. His fingers stroked absently at the brass studs in the leather of the chair where he lounged, though his eyes remained upon the Regent. If he suspected any of that irritation at his presence, he didn't indicate such, simply giving his superior the respect and polite attention he deserved. "If that is unacceptable to you, then I will readily make alternate arrangements." |
|
Merits: Entrepreneur, Coldly Logical, Magic Sensitivity, Hideaway, Occult Library
| |
| Administrator | Jul 31 2014, 02:49 PM Post #7 |
|
Administrator
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
He would find some comfort in knowing that the Nosferatu didn't have direct access to the Chantry but did know of it's location. It was unavoidable, but a mild annoyance at best as neither of the hideous monsters who dwelled in those tunnels had any interest in exploiting the Tremere and it was likely because of the Regent that this was the case. Malcolm rolled one shoulder and shook his head, "I have no qualms with you maintaining your own haven, if that is what you wish." He nearly couldn't hide his excitement at the idea that the Chantry would not be invaded by another member of his clan and he would be able to maintain the peace and quiet he had become accustomed to, "My only requirement would be that you make yourself available whenever you're needed." He fell silent for a moment, his brows bunching up as he considered what else was necessary to share with Thaddeus, wanting this meeting to come to an end sooner, rather than later. "The city has been rather peaceful as of late and a large part of that is due to Prince Strom. You're not expected to partake in political endeavours and should you desire to claw your way up the Camarilla totem pole, you do so under my guidance." |
| |
| Thaddeus Augustine | Aug 3 2014, 12:07 PM Post #8 |
![]()
Neonate
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Those watchful sapphire eyes noted that barely constrained pleasure at the idea that he not maintain his haven within the Chantry, and the corners of his lips lifted in a fraction of a twitch. No doubt the Regent was used to his privacy and having things done in his own way, and his presence was merely an inconvenience. The idea didn't really bother him, he was a solitary creature for the most part and had no qualms in seeking out his own desires. At the suggestion regarding his political fervor, or lack thereof, his lips pursed subtly in thought, considering his words before he spoke."I have little interest in seeking out any sort of political attentions," he said carefully. "I will do as required to serve the domain, but as for ruling it..." His hand lifted and his wrist swiveled in a dismissive gesture. "My interests lay in a much more private realm. Being further along the totem pole, as you say, doesn't serve me in the way that it does others." Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Aug 3 2014, 12:11 PM.
|
|
Merits: Entrepreneur, Coldly Logical, Magic Sensitivity, Hideaway, Occult Library
| |
| Administrator | Aug 9 2014, 05:34 PM Post #9 |
|
Administrator
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Words came from the the other Tremere and while he stated he had no aspirations, Malcolm studied him quietly with those cool blue eyes as if to read between the lines. Kindred were notorious for saying one thing and then doing the exact opposite and while his position in Prince Strom's Court seemed to be unshakable, nothing was ever permanent. A hand lifted to rub along his chin in contemplation and when his lips parted to speak, only a single syllable emerged, "Good." Without anything else to say on the manner, he rose up from his feet, palms smoothing down the front of his jacket to fasten the buttons into place before he was moving towards the door, "It seems our guest has arrived. A Toreador who wishes a favour of some kind. Speak freely and pay no strict mind to courtesy. Prince Strom has stated that she is strong-willed, and I for one, will not allow some Rose to make demands of our clan." |
| |
| Thaddeus Augustine | Aug 16 2014, 12:33 PM Post #10 |
![]()
Neonate
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
He rose as his Regent did, brows lifting faintly at the instruction that he not keep a mind on propriety. "Of course, Regent," He agreed easily enough without any bluster, despite his curiosity. He too straightened the front of his coat with his palms, before he was buttoning the two halves together once again. Reaching out, he retrieved that cane, a subtle gesture that might make one question its importance, since he seemed to have no infirmity that required its assistance. Then he was moving after his fellow Tremere, staying just a step behind in deference to the man's higher authority. |
|
Merits: Entrepreneur, Coldly Logical, Magic Sensitivity, Hideaway, Occult Library
| |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Savage Club · Next Topic » |



![]](http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p207/Sullen_LaMorte/Twilight%20Voices/PipEnd_zps9b8005ad.png)

12:14 PM Jul 11