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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Mar 14, 2016 0:13:33 GMT -5
Max walks into the backroom at Milly's Tavern. Having not spent much time here, he still takes a moment to observe the positions of the seats around the table, as well as all the various corners of the room people can loom in while standing behind watching. There's also a brief chair count, which concludes that since he's new, he might have to stand during a few courts as the more established people are likely to take the seats.
He moves into the room, decently dressed in his red shirt with a dark suit, and a black tie. He approaches some of the neonates still around at the time and starts making introductions, building up the list of names to clans and positions to remember, without being too forceful in his approach so as not to interfere with an elder that he might not know of yet who could be blending in the crowd.
Most of his introductions start like "Hello, my name is Maximilian Ulrich of clan Toreador, but most people just call me Max these days." Before breaking off into standard small talk. Trying to catch up on the events of the city, goings on, or other major warnings like where the Sabaat territory is to avoid that..... At least till the plan is in place, and the need to fight begins.
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Post by Samuel Hayes on Mar 21, 2016 15:01:19 GMT -5
At some point, Samuel stands from his usual place at the end of the bar. He waits for an opening, and, upon spotting one, offers Maximilian a handshake. The well dressed Toreador strikes a contrast to Samuel's own worn and beaten white shirt and dusty brown trousers.
Samuel carries himself tall with a confident smile and a warm tone set to a lively voice, like an uncle or brother. "Welcome ta Manchester, Max. I'm Samuel Hayes, blooded of Clan Brujah an' sheriff. If you're looking for a couple tips, North Manchester is Sabbat territory and Neonates should keep clear. I'm going to guess our Prince'll want to start by securing the contested areas downtown before we go striking at the heart," he shakes his head a bit. "I've seen a few established Toreador cycling through. They should be hard to find if you need proper help, and, if they are, I'm your man. I use this Elysium to keep myself available to the court."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Mar 21, 2016 16:01:37 GMT -5
Max takes the hand shake. "Good to meet you Mr Hayes. Always good to know the Sheriff. I've met Prescott already, but haven't found the Primogen yet. The big thing that's ringing a bit of concern is that I'm not hearing any real plans for taking the territory. No planned patrols to start identifying Vampires not with the court, especially the Sabaat. No plans to keep watch on their borders to blockade them in or alert us if they try to come into our territory. Hell, I haven't even heard the plan for what happens if we find not yet acknowledge vampires in out area, which could easily range from more individuals to help take the city, to Sabaat running through our area to attack havens or break the masquerade. I was hoping there'd be someone to talk to to get some of that information squared away, especially with what number to call if we spot an unknown kindred or pack of such."
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Post by Samuel Hayes on Mar 23, 2016 8:28:19 GMT -5
Samuel smirks a bit, "The Prince is a prudent leader. His call ta arms has kindred like yourself filtering into town, itching fer a fight, but you'll need a bit of patience. No doubt he's fixing on some grand meetin' where we'll get our orders." He shrugs slightly.
"I can say this as a fact, kid. Kindred going willfully unacknowledged or unaccepted are in direct violation of the fifth tradition. You find any, you report them to me." He motions to himself with a thumb. "I'll pull together a few hounds and drag 'em before the Prince fer judgment. Centralized authority might be the dirtiest two words I know, but the traditions keep us civilized and provide us the means to organize. If you want some added incentive, I'd be willin' to talk boons with any kindred stickin' their neck out to make my unlife easier."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Mar 23, 2016 15:14:04 GMT -5
Max nods. "Well, if nothing else, I'll pick up one of the shifts patrolling our area at least. No harm in protecting what's our's and those in it, even if we don't move out from there. Maybe if I'm lucky, I won't be stealing someone else's work keeping an eye out for unacknowledged kindred."
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Post by Samuel Hayes on Mar 28, 2016 11:56:42 GMT -5
"I doubt you'll be steppin' on many toes by steppin' up to some honest work, Max. If anyone fixes on givin' you grief, let me know. You'll find I have a reputation for stickin' up for the little guy. Supposin' I have some work to be about right now, though." Samuel pats Max on the shoulder as he moves past him, and gives one last parting bit as an afterthought. "Get used to workin' with secretive warlocks and risk focused Ventrue, kid. That's the mainstay of this city."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Mar 28, 2016 13:38:10 GMT -5
Max nods his head as the Sheriff get back to business, and then goes back to his introductions to those who are around.
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Post by Enrique on Apr 2, 2016 21:14:44 GMT -5
*enters the back room with his hood up and his baggy Gothic pants. He looks like one of the traditional hood kids. Head tilts up every so slightly, just to scan the room. Keeps his nose toward the floor but makes his way over to an empty corner booth. Making sure to navigate the room, so he will not interrupt anyone's conversation. Sits in the corner watching and listening from under the hood.*
ooc: Looks like a teenager once he looks up
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Post by Enrique on Apr 3, 2016 17:27:34 GMT -5
*shakes his head. Stands and makes his way towards the door. Heads out to see what's going on in the streets.*
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