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Post by Nick Andover on Apr 4, 2016 21:19:16 GMT -5
On his way out Nick shakes his head while waiting for his call to go through.
"The only whip I had listed is from clan venture. I know my clan didn't have one."
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 21:20:48 GMT -5
"Thank you, Mr. Andover. Keep your guard up out there." Prescott calls out as the Harpy leaves.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 21:41:58 GMT -5
...Prescott seems taken aback by the sudden silence. After a moment of mulling, and then the inevitable boredom, he adds: "does anyone else have anything they would like to add? Speak up. Try me." He smiles as he looks around the room.
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 5, 2016 4:20:11 GMT -5
Max watches the door when the Caitiff comes in, and once he identifies himself, he goes back to how he was.
Come the mention of a near total lack of whips, and no contact with the primogens, it spawns a wonderful idea.
"So Prescott, why don't I take the whip position so we're more prepared come court, regardless of who shows up. Besides, it makes the most sense given your reaction back when I asked who it was."
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 5, 2016 8:10:35 GMT -5
Contrary to assumptions on his character, Prescott seems amused. "That is a splendid idea. However my first suggestion in your new position would be to compile a list of other vacant positions at court. You'd do well as a whip, from what I've seen of your character."
Prescott then turns on the others. "Does anyone here have any other resources at our disposal?"
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 5, 2016 14:42:44 GMT -5
Mr. Lincoln take a seat as he takes his phone out placing a few messages out before speaking.
"like I said. I have a few meeting tomorrow that will help us get inside and learn whats going on. Additionally since we are locked down till saturday to get inside and look, our priority will be to learn who is standing and what skill they have."
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 5, 2016 16:39:04 GMT -5
Prescott frowns thoughtfully. "Alright. Let's start with this room. What are our available areas of expertise? I'm a businessman, personally. Predominantly for research firms. Mr. Aulrich is looking into forefront technology. 'E' was it? Your skills have been exemplified plainly. What else do we have available to us?"
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Post by Julia Knight on Apr 5, 2016 18:29:57 GMT -5
Julia walks into the theater, "Evening, Mr. Andover." she says as she walks by Nick on her way in. She looks around sheepishly realizing that she is late to the discussion. She finds a place to sit close to the group and within her station.
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 5, 2016 20:48:47 GMT -5
Max gets a crooked grin where his right cheek is fully smiling, but the left side is almost ambivalent.
"So how's about we keep an eye out for people of specific talents. Such as with investigating what happened, the auspex is obvious, but dominate to get more comprehensive interviews with potential witnesses, some with strings to get the area ready, likely someone with obfuscate to either keep those who are there unnoticed or to stay back to watch for any tails or lookouts. After which it's basically people with good CSI understanding and combatants in case of ambush, guards, or other such problems. After that, we likely need a second team to move out and disrupt at the same time. Likely going to need auspex to spot trouble approaching, and combatants as things will likely spin that way. From there what we need is a target, likely the contested area around Milly's tavern to get that meeting place well under control. The big trick there is keeping it all masquerade safe, and avoiding conflict with the Police. Hell those cops hunt unicorns with thermal goggles from helicopters, so odds are they're not the most relaxed of people."
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 5, 2016 21:26:01 GMT -5
Prescott turns to Julia. "Apologies, miss Knight. Obviously you are coming in at a time particularly lacking in context. How much do you know about what has happened at the Penthouse at Wall Street Tower?"
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Post by Addy Becke on Apr 6, 2016 17:44:47 GMT -5
A woman in a vintage-looking wool coat enters the theatre and calmly surveys the room.
"It seems there are indeed things transpiring here this evening." Her gaze falls upon the familiar face of the man she met in Park earlier and she smiles. "I do so love a good intrigue." She looks about the other faces and sees that they were clearly engaged in deep conversation before her arrival.
"Oh, pardon my manners! Were you holding a private conversation? I can see myself out." She pauses after the offer to gather a sense of whether she should actually leave them to themselves.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 6, 2016 18:16:19 GMT -5
A strange pleasantness comes over Prescott's face as he walks over to the newest arrival to join them. "So glad you got our message," he says casually. He holds out a hand. "Prescott Thatcher von Lieberman. I and the others were just talking about a most unusual emergency within the city limits -- I'm sure any help offered is appreciated -- and you are...?"
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 18:33:16 GMT -5
A man walks into the theater. He wears a hat and coat, both unremarkable in appearance. His brown hair is cut plainly, and he reaches up removing sunglasses that reveal eyes, the most average shade of brown. In his right had he holds a suitcase of the most common variety. All in all the man's most unusual feature is that he is not unusual at all. His face and features seem both incredibly distinct, yet completely average. In a crowd the man would likely disappear from view, blending into the background as does a piece of scenery. Yet here he stands, sticking out in his plainness. Hidden somewhere beneath it all is a strange sense of menace. Not that he is threatening in any way, quite the opposite. Yet his unimposing stature seems to hide a lurking predator, as if his ability to go unnoticed is more akin to a lurking spider, waiting for his prey to come by, oblivious to the danger that does not emanate from this, the most unassuming of men.
The man smiles, barely tipping his hat in the faintest of bows. "I do hope I'm not interrupting. you all seem engaged in most important conversation."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 6, 2016 18:44:33 GMT -5
Max watches the new arrivals closely, taking in features and analyzing for threats. He walks up blank expression not too far from brown coat man before saying.
"Greetings and Salutations" in a very flat tone. "We were just about to wrap up and seeing who would volunteer for each task. But that being said it would help to be properly introduced. I am Maximilian Ulrich"
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 19:00:44 GMT -5
"Maximilian Urich" He says in a flat tone, his voice at an average volume, and as unremarkable as the rest of him. "A pleasure to meet you. Clan Toreador yes? Of fine Cambridge stock I believe." He looks around at the others gathered, his gaze moving slowly about the room, lingering for but a moment on each person.
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