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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 13:21:33 GMT -5
Along secure channels every kindred in Manchester will receive the message.
"Meet at the theater something has gone wrong with the promogen meeting. We must discuss what each kindred knows and plan our next step accordingly"
Mr. Lincoln waits in the theater for as many kindred to arrive before speaking to them.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 13:59:22 GMT -5
"Greetings and salutations delicious friends!" Prescott's disconcerting smile slowly fades as he enters. "...am I really only the second one to arrive?"
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 14:08:25 GMT -5
"As of yet you are Prescott. I am sure the others are on their way this was a rather quick call I made out to everyone. "
Mr. Lincolns face clouds for a moment as his expression darkens.
"What have you heard of the events that transpired at the meeting"
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 14:50:48 GMT -5
Prescott's smile returns. "I only know what my own primogen thought I'd need to know -- which is, I'm sorry to say, too little -- but we have time it seems. Call me a genius but I'm guessing someone has sabotaged the Prince's little meeting? Perhaps you can give me the details." Prescott rests his cane against one of the pillars long enough to pull out a pipe -- and a moleskine notebook.
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 14:56:17 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at Prescott answer
"You have spoken with your promogen then. That is news I have had no contact with mine and after the fire I was under the impression the non escaped thanks to the mortals I know that the seninshall left shortly before the fire started but as for the others I have heard nothing. Tell me were your primogen is a survivor of the fire is a crucial witness to what happened. "
Mr. Lincoln waiting for Prescott to answer as his hand touches his breast pocket
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 15:35:34 GMT -5
Prescott puts a hand to his mouth breezily. "Oh I didn't say I spoke with my primogen. Not at all – I just know what she wanted me to know, which is unfortunately far too little for her. If she had taken better precautions and not fallen for such an obvious trap, I might have been more sympathetic to her current plight. But I did receive a text message." He holds up his phone. "No, like the United States government, I get half my information from the news." He reaches into the pocket of his blazer and produces a copy of the Queen City Voice. The 'o' in voice is curiously crossed out – in lipstick, no less – though Prescott doesn't mention it. Instead, he tosses the paper onto the stand next to Andrew. "I knew about the fire," Prescott says. "But I had my suspicions before hand." Prescott sighs ruefully – almost sardonically. "When our own primogen leave us out of their affairs to the point that we cannot enact any protective contingency upon their needs, there is little we can do." He walks towards the center of the room smiling. "All we can do.... is stay positive." He winks.
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 15:54:27 GMT -5
Mr. Lincolns normally calm face frowns his voice deepens
"An obvious trap. This was a meeting of the primogen and the prince this was not a trap, this was not some meeting were they were leaving us out of their affairs. This was a meeting to determine the best ways to deal with the sabbat scum in the city. You had suspisions that this might happen and failed to inform the sheriff who openly asked his fellow kindred to assist him in any knowledge that might help protect this meeting. Prescott this is not the actions of a proud kindred. What did this text message say and how long were you intending to hold that information away from our eyes."
Mr. Lincoln's eyes never leaving Prescott as he didn't even look down at the paper that was thrown in his direction.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 16:01:53 GMT -5
Prescott clicks his teeth. "My dear Mr. Lincoln, I alerted Samuel Hayes immediately after receiving the cryptic message. You can ask him yourself when he arrives." His breezy smile does not falter. "I was quick, and used ten-codes. I am certain he is well aware of what is going on. Aren't you?"
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 16:09:25 GMT -5
"That does not answer why you felt that this was an obvious trap. As for your tone I don't feel brushing this off is the correct response. Our primogen and Prince my have meet their final death and you wish to remain positive."
Mr. Lincoln's turns to the paper lifting it up
"So then why not answer this and try answering it directly. What else have you not told us?"
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 16:46:03 GMT -5
"Oh come now, Mr. Lincoln, you wound me unjustly..." he turns serious suddenly. "And you definitely know of what I speak." He walks along the stage, and gestures towards the empty seats. "Let me paint you a picture: the Prince issues a vocat ad arma in response to increasing Sabbat activity. It is a city-wide proclamation. The Sabbat have agents in the city. Spies. Just like in every major contested area. It is their modus operandi. They are aware of the proclamation. How could they not be? So they have their own meeting. They decide to act. Strike the first blow. Do you follow me so far?"
He walks to the edge of the stage, watching the door. "The Sabbat are dangerous, but disorganized. They don't play games – they make attacks. Terrorism. It's what they do. But a random group of coordinated attacks do little. You can't control the Sabbat, so you have to unite them – give them a target. A single target. All you need is one you can agree on. And what happens? The Prince orders another proclamation. 'I am meeting with all the primogen, at once, at this date and this time at this place.'"
He turns on Andrew. "What did you think was going to happen? We are at war. And this is the first blow." He straightens. "You want to know what I know? I'll list the clues for you: first the text messages. Did you not receive one? I know all the Toreador did. It was cryptic. 'He is alive. But he is sleeping. I will keep him safe.' Then, the fire in the newspapers: just happens to have occurred on the same night? As a meeting with all the primogen? How convenient. And then, in Pine Island Park, a new message, scrawled out on the bench like a poem on an underground wall. 'The King is Dead.' It says. Quite self-explanatory if you ask me."
He locks eyes with Andrew. "You don't really think this is a coincidence, Andrew? This had to have been planned. From the beginning. And I am certain we are not the only ones to have guessed it."
He relaxes. "Now – there is no reason for infighting. The Prince wouldn't want us to fall apart like this. It would be shameful. Let us, instead, try to remain competent. What do you know about attack, Mr. Lincoln? Surely you have sources of your own, that should at least rival mine."
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 16:56:20 GMT -5
Mr. Lincoln is silent as he looks at prescott for a moment before speaking again.
"Yes this is war. This is not the first attack our Tremer Brethren have been attacked over and over again and have lost a number of their clan to the Sabbat. As for my contacts it seems that ours have the equal footing of knowing nothing at this juncture. As for us falling apart your correct that is the last thing we need at the moment but we need to know more. As for the spy we should find them and dispose of them the question is who they are and how did they get past the Sheriff.
Lets start simple then shall we who is the one that gave out the informations of the time and place. Whoever it was knew the location of the prince's haven so that limits the options of who it can be greatly so no one new to the city and no one of a low standing that would be unable to learn such a thing so someone with some influence in the city.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 17:03:15 GMT -5
"No one gave me the time and place, Andrew. As I said, I learned the address from the newspaper. And as for the Sabbat -- they wouldn't have to know. There are many primogen. Only one had to be followed. My guess at this time is that they learned of the meeting -- but did not know where. So they had the primogen followed, and one of them lead the Sabbat to the prince."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 4, 2016 17:03:41 GMT -5
Max completes his quick run through trying to insure the theater is secure or mortals to avoid masquerade breeches for a meeting hall so quickly brought forth for such a meeting. He walks down the stairs from checking the upper balcony and private seats along the side. The acoustics of the theater impressed him greatly, but with that comes some trouble in being over heard unseen. He finishes by scanning the room once more. Being disallowed to talk in court without an elder's permission, and not seeing the keeper yet, he positions himself along the back wall, equidistant between both the entry doors to be prepared to respond in the event someone forced in to cause trouble, or mortals such as the janitorial staff make a late night appearance. He leans back against the wall to relax, but does not sit down to keep ready at a second's notice. From there he sits back and listens.
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Post by Enrique on Apr 4, 2016 17:06:46 GMT -5
*coming through the door, looking back one more time to make sure that he was not followed. Hearing the ends on the last comment, looks up to the two gentlemen in the room.*
Evening Sirs. I don't believe I have had the pleasure of being introduced to either of you.
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 4, 2016 17:07:54 GMT -5
"its not the easiest to tail someone when under protection and even if they did that was a meeting with all the primogen and the prince inside that not an easy fight for anyone involved and to consider that not even the mortals noticed the kind of fight that would undoubted be caused by that scale. We are looking at a serious cover up at the very least"
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