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Post by Addy Becke on Apr 6, 2016 19:02:08 GMT -5
The woman graciously accepts the hand offered to her. "The pleasure is all mine Mr. Von Lieberman. You may call me Addy." She gives his hand a delicate shake with a silk-gloved hand then turns and smiles at the other man. "Mr. Ulrich, I'm pleased to meet you as well." She makes eye contact confidently then adds, "so there are tasks to be done then? Of what nature, if I may ask?"
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 6, 2016 19:22:53 GMT -5
Max continues his walk past Addy, keeping looking at the new comers.
"Yes, meetings about meetings. Events of fire and uncertainty. But both sides of the coin must be looked at."
He turns and centers his view on the brown coat person.
"But I have a feeling we'll get somewhere sooner if we talk to those who know more. Isn't that right?"
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 19:29:23 GMT -5
The man smiles. Looking not at Max but through him. "Yes indeed knowledge is power." He sets his briefcase down on a nearby chair. "So tell me, what do you know? Have you figured out why your Prince has reportedly met his final death? If you know please tell me, as it would save my master a long flight to your tiny city."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 6, 2016 19:41:32 GMT -5
Max nods gaining much about the motive of this person.
"Simply put, the Prince scheduled a primogen meeting in his pent house. The next day all the mortals are reporting a fire in said pent house with a party in it, starting 45 minutes into their meeting. The door man reported the Senenschal left before the fire. After that whether or not people want to admit it, someone spray painted in large red colors 'The king is dead' in a park. Past that it's rumors, cryptic messages, and the usual power grabs in the absence of authority figures. So realistically speaking, nothing is fully known. Though there are plenty left to take command, and find those who are left, and those who are responsible. Now then, who did you say might want to pay us a visit?"
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 6, 2016 20:35:15 GMT -5
Prescott frowns suddenly. "Miss Addy I am sure it will be a pleasure if you'll excuse me a moment...." he looks over her shoulder. "Mr. Ulrich," he calls out. "Who are you talking to?"
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 20:40:12 GMT -5
He listens but doesn't seem to react. His posture remains still, and unassuming. His fingers caress his chin, as if deep in thought. "Interesting." His gaze settles again on Max. "In our brief exchange I have learned two things. First, that, as I suspected, you know next to nothing about your Prince's untimely demise. This will not do. I can see that my master's presence will indeed be required." His body trembles, a shiver that only a trained observer might notice.
"Second I have learned that you are woefully ill equipped to the task at hand, which again will not do." A slight chill begins to emanate from him, as his unassuming presence takes on only the slightest hint of menace. "You have allowed a stranger, to walk into your Elysium, unannounced with not even the slightest introduction. You have told me much about the state of affairs in this city without even the slightest reservation. Were I an enemy, I would now know the extent of your vulnerability. Was this your intent, or are you truly that foolish?"
He doesn't wait for an answer instead continuing unabated. "I am John Smith, Servire to Archon Oskar Nordskov. I am here to deliver his declaration."
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Post by Maximilian Ulrich on Apr 6, 2016 20:51:12 GMT -5
Max squints at the last comment.
"The key here is observation. You knew exactly who I was even from outside the city. You made references to long trips and a superior. Clearly you know much more of the inner workings then you'd like to say. So based on how you presented, you were either an archon, or working for one. Either that or a spy that knows information from multiple cities. So based on the most likely possibilities, I kind of knew your position even before you stated it, but the names behind it weren't there yet. So at this point, welcome to the city of Manchester."
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 21:00:08 GMT -5
"Ahh. I see, a gambler then. You weighed the possibilities and took your chance. That is...admirable." A wide smile forms on his expressionless face. "You speak well, degenerate. You must be praised by your clan." He reaches into the folds of his coat and pulls out a letter. "Now, for the reason for my visit." He breaks the red wax seal and holds it open for all to see.
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 6, 2016 21:01:29 GMT -5
Mr. Anderson stands looking straight at Mr. Smith.
"The Toreador is correct based simply on your knowledge and how you act you are a well informed and well trained spy, or you are a member of our sect that has been sent by someone of influence. However you note on how easy it was for you to enter this establishment is correct if our keeper does not do his job how will the defense of Elysium exist.
Since you seem to know something we have not yet gleamed why not speak your mind and inform your fellow kindred. Or does your boss not wish you to assist us at this juncture. There is already plans to investigate this matter shortly we are merely waiting on a few mortals to fall into place to ensure we have free rein of a thorough investigation. If you wish to stay until then that is your decision but while we might not be at our full strength, You will find us plenty capable."
Mr. Lincolns gaze travels over the backs of the kindred in the theater a moment before returning to Mr. Smith
"This is still a camerilla city and that will not change. I'm glad to see that his arrival fits well with our predetermined meeting time, I will give my personal assurance that this matter will be handled and that the archon will be welcomed into the city and brought to court."
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 21:17:29 GMT -5
"He will be pleased by your compliance." He hands the letter to Mr. Lincoln, and reaches down for his briefcase. "Now unless there is something else I must see to my master's arrival." He pauses awaiting a response.
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 6, 2016 21:24:43 GMT -5
Taking the letter from Mr. Smith. He looks it over one more time before speaking.
"Thank you for your time I look forward to his arrival Saturday. Please inform your master to call me when he gets into town. I will be seeing you soon I feel. But that is for another day.
Mr. Ultich do us a favor and be more discreet in the future this is not the time or PLACE to be lucid with your words. And for the rest of you here I expect better of you this is a safe haven but we are not to lose information so easily. And I expect perfect attendance from you all Saturday or you will be answering to more then just the archon. "
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 6, 2016 21:42:42 GMT -5
He nods to Mr. Lincoln. "Very well them I will be going. I will leave any necessary preparations in your care. See to it that that Mr. Nordskov receives a warm welcome." Mr. Smith turns and walks out of the Theater. Vanishing into the night, as quickly as he came.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 6, 2016 21:50:01 GMT -5
Prescott gives a strange smile to himself, but continues to speak to Addy. "Are you new in the area? Manchester can be a charming place. The people here can even be quaint. If you're a woman who prefers interesting times over the more mundane, we're on the brink of something extraordinary, I assure you." Prescott takes a moleskine notebook from his pocket and begins writing. "Anything you're looking for while you're in town? I'd be pleased to help you."
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Post by Andrew Lincoln on Apr 7, 2016 3:33:44 GMT -5
Watching Mr. Smith leave and disappear before heading to the door to close it. Mr. Lincoln turns to the kindred in the room. Who here is good at ensuring the safety of a location I want this place Our Elysium to be secure by Saturday. In the a sense of a keeper we must make sure that we can host an archon without interruptions.
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Post by Enrique on Apr 7, 2016 7:43:41 GMT -5
*after enjoying the time to get to fade, not disappear just blend intothe background, he steps back out.
Looks around the room, towards the person that was getting the door and such earlier.*
This city has a Keeper, correct? Isn't it their job to secure the elysuims? That is why they were put into that position. *The tone is that of a inquisitive child. Looks confused of how things operate around here*
This city needs structure and organization. Confidant will come once this machine is firing on all cylinders. *looks really confused at his own metaphor.* Hopefully you all understood that. I am sorry if I speak out of place. Disrespect is not meant.
The Archon knows how poor things appear to be. We still have no confirmation from any of the pillars of the city of they are a sleep or have met final existance. We are preparing for the worse and hoping for the best.
As for things that need to be done. We need to add to that list. Meet with your clan mates and find out who you want in the leadership position. Each clan should have 2, the primogen and the whip. So in the future, hopefully this will not happen again.
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