darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue
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				Title: <strong>darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 20:27:17</strong>
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				On December 15th 2012, every vampire in the greater London area, from the highest born Ventrue, to the sewer dwelling Nosferatu received the same letter:<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">To all Kindred within the principalities of greater London.<br><br>You are hereby cordially invited to Kensington Palace to attend Elysium on the 17th of December. <br>On this night we will celebrate the becoming of our charge.<br><br>Alfred of dellingsworth. Prince of Kensington-Chelsea. </span></div><br>Though an invitation like this was extremely rare, it was evident that ignoring this was a social faux pas. So it was quite certain, nearly every one of the cities Vampires, all three hundred of them would attend.<br><br><br>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>On the 17th of December, Kensington palace, which had been suddenly closed for renovations just a few days before, was bustling with activity. People living or working in the neighbourhood looked around in wonder at the enormous flurry of activity. What was going on there? Was someone holding a party? Sure enough, that afternoon an anouncement was broadcast: A foreign diplomat was to hold his son's wedding reception there that night.<br><br>At eight that night, the place was completely sealed off, and guards were placed at every entrance. Inside, the palace the main ballroom had been completely redecorated to resemble an eighteenth century throne room. The entire room was filled with groups of Cainites. Some mingling amongst each other, while others are keeping their own company. Looking throughout the room it was as if one was looking at a cross section of the last two hundred years. From 19th century victorians through dandy, punkers, gothics, grungers. It was as motley a group as anyone was ever likely to see.<br><br>Around the room stood ten vampires dressed in the uniform of the Prince's guard. They were here to enforce the rules of Elysium on anyone foolish enough to try something. To the observing however, it was clear they were not the only one watching. This was a night the Harpies would be talking about for quite some time.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 21:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>At the road before Kensington Palace, a limousine drove up, the chauffeur getting out of the vehicle to open the door for its passenger.&nbsp; Rebecca Stephenson slipped from the vehicle, dressed elegantly in a mahogany dress with matching heels and purse.&nbsp; Her eyes flitted casually over the area, absorbing the masses of faces as she made her way inside.&nbsp; Many she recognized, but some she did not, and it was they who caught her attention for the time being.<br><br>Introductions always went the same way: she introduced herself with name and clan, got a strong feel for the strengths and weaknesses of her new associate, and offered over a business card with her name and mobile phone number.&nbsp; If the other person lacked a business card to offer in kind, as far too many non-Ventrue did, she simply saved the number into her smartphone.<br><br>The process was starting to get just a little arduous.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to take notes, but with so many Kindred, she was starting to forget the occasional name, clan or talents.&nbsp; Still, the entrance or exit from the society of Kindred was sufficiently rare that the vast list was manageable; she didn't have to often forget people who no longer existed, and truly new faces were uncommon when compared to the many years of unlife.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 21:50:38</strong>
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				As rebecca made her usual rounds, she came across a young man dressed in a suit pants and shirt, but a long leather jacket over that. He looked at her, and smiled. He tapped his silver cane on the ground, and bowed to her. "Good evening ms, what a pleasure to meet you. I do not believe we have met yet." The boy seemed to possess some kind of strange charisma. He looked her straight in the eye, and then he said. "But something tells me, you might have some potential. I hope the board will see that as well."
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 21:57:24</strong>
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				Rebecca responded with a gentle smile, meeting his gaze and offering her hand palm-downwards, expecting and allowing her hand to be kissed.&nbsp; "A pleasure," she replied to his introduction.&nbsp; "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue."&nbsp; Her free hand slipped into the side pocket of her purse, producing a business card which she was more than happy to offer to him.&nbsp; "Are you new to the city, or have we simply not yet had the fortune of meeting?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 22:09:04</strong>
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				The young man smiled. "Ah miss Stephenson. a pleasure indeed. I must say, I do not attend these festivities very often. My work keeps me busy most of the time." He motioned his head towards the throne at the end of the room "But tonight was important enough to put my normal obligations aside. It's not often that a Ventrue Prince brings a childe of their own into the fold. So this becoming should be interesting to say the least."<br>He took the card from her. "Oh, where are my manners. My name is Juan Carlos Ramirez Montoya de la Cardinal. Most people just call me J.C. though, so that's what I put on my cards." he smiled impishly. "takes up less space too"
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 22:18:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>The news of the Prince taking a childe brings a brief flicker of curiosity to her eyes, with her glance momentarily heading towards the throne, though she's quick to return her gaze to his eyes once again.&nbsp; If he offered a card as well, she would be happy to take it.&nbsp; "Might I be so bold to ask your usual obligations?" she casually inquired.&nbsp; "I certainly understand if the necessity of business requires secrecy, but I always find it fascinating to learn where all of the Kindred have taken up domains, and besides, it's a valuable technique for not stepping on toes."
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 22:35:56</strong>
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				(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_534/1283031210f6Yl91.jpg)<br><br>Avril Hughs drove up in her standard automobile its nothing special a simple red common two seater in red with gray seating and the like very classy for a covertable. Dressed in a nice evening outfit she is donned in her silver ankh symbol, a grey-green suit outfit with skirt and impeccibly selected perfume and minimal makeup she is naturally very pretty. And the outfit suits her classic Ginger appearance perfectly. Activating Auspex she heads in on her hand the ring of her club silver with a red rose and one blood drop hers with a red square around the edge as the owner.<br><br>Her shoes standard heel no use being uncomfortable tonight and she finds high heels often impractical.<br><br>Walking past the security she knows a few of the people and chats a bit but not to much to interfere with their work its just not done. Checking her pocketwatch she turns off her cell phone and assesses the room before making her way to say hello to each of the Primogen and their Whips, those that hold office and the Harpies trying to be in good form. But she is not a clan vampire and knows her place and acts the part.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 22:46:50</strong>
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				(@Andy) J.C. looks at Rebecca. "My business, miss Stephenson, does not require secrecy, as much as it requires tact. Let's just say that I'm a gopher. I acquire things that are lost, for those that can afford my price. As for my domain, I've found it easier to not care about that overly much." He put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a business card. All it reads are the initials J. C. and a mobile phone number. On the back of the card, a pyramid is depicted.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 22:57:32</strong>
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				(@Ruby)<br>Although Avril is well known, and liked within this Princedom, it seems that tonight, she is receiving many a&nbsp; disaproving stare. It seems that many of the Kindred visiting from the other burroughs, are less happy about her demeanour. Apparently, the word on her 'enigmatic' heritage spread. All of a sudden, she is greeted however by a familiar voice. It is a toreador Artiste, and regular of the red rose. John Dowland. "Hey beautiful, nice to see you. Quite a turnout tonight, no?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 23:07:36</strong>
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				James sighed, staring at the front door of the palace.&nbsp; This was going to be very dangerous for him to be here.&nbsp; But considering the repercussion potential if he <em>didn't</em> show, it was less risky being here than not.&nbsp; Steeling himself, he stepped out of his car, a late-model Porsche in midnight blue, shutting the door as he pressed the lock button.&nbsp; Straightening out the jacket he was wearing, he tugged at the collar of the formal shirt he was wearing beneath.<br><br>He so hated formality, but even he knew enough to know showing up to an event like this in anything less would be taken as insulting.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he made his way through the formalities at the door, glossing over his introductions by showing the invitation.&nbsp; Once inside, he breathed a silent sigh of relief.&nbsp; His eyes darted around the room, hoping against hope that Elise would be here.&nbsp; It wasn't her style, and the last time he had heard from her, she was off to France for an undetermined amount of time.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 23:12:04</strong>
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				Rebecca accepted the card with a soft smile, slipping it into her purse.&nbsp; "It's wonderful to meet you, J.C.&nbsp; If I can ever offer some sort of assistance, please don't hesitate to contact me."&nbsp; Her own business cards only had her name, number and e-mail.&nbsp; After their goodbyes, she would go off to meet some of the others with whom she hasn't had the chance to get acquainted.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 23:20:58</strong>
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				"Quite the turnout Mr. Dowland seems to me more than a few visitors don't approve of me but I expected that its their right they are clan and I'm not the power lies in that. But its a good evening overall so far and hope your enjoying it.," she replies to John warmly with a smile. <br><br>He can tell she is taking in lots of conversations and more even he would have issues with. Those that know her know exactly how formidable her senses are even to the supernatural when heightened by the Gifts of Caine. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 00:55:57</strong>
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				(http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001382863/tori_amos_xlarge.jpeg)<br><br><em>Jog along Bess<br>Hop Along May<br>Squeak along Blue <br>It’s a walk along day<br>It’s a long road,<br>And weary are we<br>Bubble on kettle <br>And make us all some tea.</em><br><br><br>Millicent or rather Milly Molly Mandy had the invitation, the truth be told it had been stuffed in the bottom of her special bag, but for reason best known to the fates&nbsp; it had reached the top of the assortment of random items this evening. Though a little sticky and smudged it was indeed an invitation, though heavens knew why she was invited they usually left her alone.<br><br>Of course as usual Millicent had taken or rather had more important things to attend to than looking the part and thus she turned up in usual attire, which though complimented her looks some how was not really appropriate. There was no limousine or car for her, just Shanks’s pony well at least for the last mile or so.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Once there the Malkavian searched through her bag once more to find the invitation. She did hope this was going to be more interesting than the last large affair, though she supposed if not most would not notice her leaving, after all she was not one of the movers and shakers.<br><br>She hummed to herself a rather delightful song about the Bony King of Nowhere.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 18:50:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>It didn't take long for Rebecca to spot the girl humming the pretty little tune.&nbsp; Her curiosity piqued, Rebecca decided to head on over, introducing herself.&nbsp; Her fingers darted into her purse once more as she walked, heels clacking upon the stone.&nbsp; "Good evening," she said politely, offering the business card to Millicent.&nbsp; "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue."&nbsp; Her smile was gentle but ever-present, professionally kept with her muted color of lipstick.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 18:51:23</strong>
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				(@Pretty)<br>As James walked around the room, he was suddenly halted by a woman dressed in a very exclusive red evening dress."I know you, do I not. You're that singer are you not? John, Jack, Jimmy? No matter really, I want to have you in my club soon. You seem to be getting popular, so I must have you play for me."<br><br>(Andy)<br>J.C. nodded. "I might just hold you to that, miss Stephenson." Smiling, he walked away. As he did so, the crowd seemed to part around him, and soon he was gone.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 18:58:12</strong>
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				(@ Ruby)<br>As Avril looked around. She could see that there were quite a few things, one might call unusual. Shadows could be seen moving around the edges of the ballroom, and some people seemed to be out of place. Even though she knew using her powers in here was a major breach of the traditions, she didn't need her heightened senses to know something was off.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 19:13:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/lgfp1605keira-knightly-is-elizabeth.jpg)</div><br>Ink smiled at the doorman, who looked at the invite with misgivings. She wasn't looking like she normally did, granted. <br><br>"You sure you're who you say you are miss?" He asked carefully. She smiled even more broadly. <br><br>"Do you honestly think, given who my master is, that anyone would claim to be me without fearing for their very existence?" She purred. Her 'master' was a very scary man. Of course, that spoke a great deal given what she was. She had been taken under his wing, so to speak. So when the invitation came, his attending message to be 'properly decorous' she had taken the attending box and tried the outfit at. The boys on the block would have been quite.. outspoken, if any of them had the balls to cross her. She'd been given the housing project as her territory, along with instructions on how to act. That meant turning a few would be mobsters into her blood pets, and setting up a few things to her liking. The block was the only one in the area that didn't have a lot of predators in it, aside from her, and very little resident on resident crime. Her trio of apartments were all set up her way to ensure that she had safe spots to hide and rest in, with all her needs attended to. <br><br>"Well miss.. you were.. "<br><br>"Black haired, tattooed with a lot of piercings in interesting spots?" She said, letting her accent take on a more east end taint. "Oh luv, that's my working face." She grinned as she took the invite and walked on in. She had been summoned, her 'master' had told her to come and she wondered what response her current 'face' would draw to him, given that it was taken from one of his own paintings in the lair she had been allowed to be seen. 
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 20:35:52</strong>
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				(ooc: there is none of the seven traditions banning using the Gifts of Caine in Elysium now its not exactly good form but Auspex is a very subtle one she would not violate the big rules but save for using them outside she likely wouldn't risk it until needed in Elysium)<br><br>"Mr. Dowland I have concerns something is amiss, escort me over there and mingle.," she takes his arm to get to someone in security or high up in the cities Kindred chain and says to them and be sure its someone she trusts in the city. Avril keeps up her attention to the room moving around ,courteously, questionable Kindred and areas to someone likely to need the information nearest her.&nbsp; Making her way to the potent clan of the Tremere if anyone can breach this matter and know how to sense what is hidden its them. "Forgive the intrusion Elder I would not bother you save on the gravest of concerns and your closest to me. Something is amiss shadows move in the room and some of the Kindred don't seem right here. You of all know my perceptive powers even without our gifts helping. If I'm right this could be a threat moving in.," she whispers to the Primogen and is clearly subordinate in her posture and tone.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 20:59:00</strong>
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				(ooc @ruby: sorry, I forgot to post this in the OoC piece, but all disciplines are forbidden in Elysium by express word of the prince, so using disciplines breaks the tradition of domain. My bad for not mentioning this. I'll be updating OoC info ASAP.)<br><br>(@ Callie) As Ink walks further in she is immediately approached by a mousy looking woman wearing a cheap pantsuit. "The elder, he asked for you, to join him."<br><br>(@ Ruby) The tremere primogen, dressed in his rather outdated tuxedo looks at Avril with a look of disbelief "Vhy are you dizturbing me, Childe?" His thick german accent resounds. Next to the old man, a young boy in a long leather coat, lets out a small snicker. "Oh come on, Otto. She seems quite serious, and besides. How can you resist suchj a pretty face?" The young boy looks at Avril. "You are thinking something is amiss here, miss....? " He asks placing emphasis on that last word. 
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 21:09:47</strong>
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				"Of course." Ink said as she fluttered the fan that came with the outfit she was wearing. She smirked as she looked on as she was lead to her 'master'. Odds were he'd either be satisfied with her look or not. Whatever it was, she would lay odds that he had something for her to do. Last time it was to deliver a message to a dealer of books that refused to tell him what he wanted. All it had taken was turning the man's Pomeranian inside out to get him to accede. As she approached she bowed respectfully to the Elder. <br><br>"You asked for me Elder?" She said in the manner she had been trained to say.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 21:41:16</strong>
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				"Avril Hughs, I own the Red Rose Club that oversees many of the Blood Doll activities in London in the Princes name as my humble domain, and its true I'm just a Caitiff but I try to serve the city as best I can. Your a Primogen of a clan and I will just tell you what I saw shadows moving inside of shadows very delicately and not naturally. And some kindred don't feel right here that is more a sense of them but they don't fit in they seem more feral and not of a clan where that would be expected.," she says in a low tone as she shares her concerns to the Elder and again posture and poise submissive.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 22:43:06</strong>
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				(@ Callie and Ruby) <br><br>As Ink approaches her master, and reports to him, she catches the words spoken by the young man next to the primogen.<br><br>"Ah dear miss Hughes, I am no Primogen, nor would I ever claim such a lofty title" The sarcasm dripped off of that sentence, but the Tremere primogen didn't say a word, though he was obvious annoyed. "And I would never disregard you simply because you are clanless. Apparently you have quite some skill if the prince would allocate this job to you." He looked over to the walls "Shadows you say?" <br><br>He then looked over towards Ink. "Ah, more company it seems. So this is your protege, Karloff? Maybe she can help me and miss Hughes find out what these shadows are."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 23:03:54</strong>
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				Ink looks to her master to wait and see what he says. Her first impulse is to tell the man speaking to get bent or to ask questions, but she knew the way the game was played. Odds were that her mouth might have been the reason her sire tried to kill her the night of her embrace, but she recalled little beyond being smashed into the bridge abutment that Otto had found her under. <br><br>Besides, the trickster in her wanted to see what Otto had to say about her outfit and face. It was far from the urban thug that he so typically had to deal with and after having taken the likeness from one of his own paintings she was curious to see how he reacted. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 23:25:12</strong>
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				“Is he the bony King?” the malkavian&nbsp; smiled “I have no cards apart from ones from ….” She looked then to the one that was handed to her, taking a little time to process the information, before stuffing it in her hand knitted bag. “I am Milly Molly Mandy …” <br><br>There was an openness perhaps even an innocence about this woman, though she could be very good at wearing that mask it seemed unlikely. “I am a childe of a childe.” Millicent blinked then her smile remained, “He went to the east because the time was right.”<br><br>The young woman cast her eyes about, “It is rather busy here tonight, I nearly didn’t come because they all seem so…well… serious.” For a little while Millicent was silent and seemed to stare into the middle ground with a gentle curve to her lips, she closed her eyes for a while then opened them once more.&nbsp; “You look like you might know what is happening, you have a suit and every thing. So…. Why are we here, or is it just another rather tedious clandestine game?”<br><br>Millicent did wonder if this suited lady did have a poker up her arse, she seemed a little stiff and proper, something like her father had been. So many years ago…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 00:07:34</strong>
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				"Ah my mistake Elder you were here and clearly of importance so naturally. But my perceptions of things are rarely off we all have our gifts even without Auspex I am a formidable Cainite with my senses. And I cannot broach the Sheriff or some of the others they would be watched for such alerting. Fortunately I'm not considered of importance to some and can move more freely often unwise of some. But I don't handle security of the realm that is the job of the Prince but Tradition demands I inform my betters and I have of&nbsp; such concerns.," Avril says and keeps her alert senses not speaking to loudly.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 00:39:59</strong>
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				Rebecca listened quietly, doing her best to maintain her gentle smile and composure despite the rapidly strange venue that this conversation was taking.&nbsp; At least it was relatively easy to guess this Kindred's lineage.&nbsp; "We're all childer of childer, aren't we?&nbsp; At least, those of us who know our lineage can trace it back several generations.&nbsp; However, I'm really not sure what you mean about the east."&nbsp; Rebecca was patient, a necessity in her experience, and tried simply to act as though she found the conversation intriguing in its own way.<br><br>"From what I've heard," she explained, "the Prince has taken a childe, and it's time for the neonate to be introduced.&nbsp; However, I haven't yet been able to verify that information.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you, Ms. Mandy."
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 01:03:17</strong>
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				James gave a soft sigh as the woman approached him.&nbsp; <em>Lovely.&nbsp; A Toreador.&nbsp; Such a shame that they can't see the true passion of art for their own perfectionism.</em>&nbsp; He smiled outwardly however.&nbsp; "It's James, actually.&nbsp; Though some of my fans do call me Jimmy.&nbsp; I'm afraid you have me at a slight disadvantage, however.&nbsp; You know who I am, clearly, but I...&nbsp; I don't believe I've ever seen you before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 07:59:18</strong>
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				(@Callie/Ruby)<br>The young man smiled at Avril. "Well then, I guess we should ask mister Karloff here to inform the dear Prince, as I cannot attest to having such influence either. But in the meantime perhaps you and I can start looking around? And perhaps, this gifted young tremere, would be willing to assist us" He said, turning to Ink.<br><br>(@ Pretty) "Quite so, quite so, Jimmy." The woman spoke, apparently not paying much attention. "I am not one of those poseurs looking for fame. I only deal with the best. So, now that people tell me you are the best, I deal with you." She took out a business card "Have your people call my people, oh I simply must have you at my club"
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 08:13:26</strong>
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				"If my master allows it." She said as she looked to Otto. She was feeling a bit disappointed that he hadn't given her a rise from the likeness she had assumed. "What is needing being done?" She said looked around, eying the Caitiff who had brought whatever it was that was drawing the Elder's attention. She had caught a bit of it, something about shadows and such. <br><br>"So, what are we looking for?" She said directly to Avril, her east end accent showing through her cultured veneer. She wasn't well known in Elysium, and typically came out to make a demonstration for Otto. She preferred to lay low and manage her own territory. Thus the assumption that her master was her sire had cropped up. Something neither of them had done to correct. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 10:39:29</strong>
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				“A new childe, how interesting.”&nbsp; Her eyes drifted again about the place, something seemed to be distracting her. “Do you know anything about them?” Millicent tried to appear interested …then she giggled a little, “Oh Ma’am my surname is not Mandy…its Carter-Howard.” Indeed though rather strangely attired the young woman did have a somewhat crisp home counties accent and appeared to be extremely well spoken.<br><br>“So Ms Stephenson, why are you here might I ask, business or pleasure?”&nbsp; She twisted some of the varying pieces of jewellery on her fingers.&nbsp; Most of the rings were rather intriguing and unusual; they seemed to fit with her somehow though. “I don’t really like these …uhhrm…” Again something caught her eyes before she finished the sentence. “Yes…no I do not like them very much.”<br><br>The was something about the falseness of such events made her so uncomfortable. Some of her rather wild red curls fell over her face then for a little while Millicent left them there for a while enjoying seeing this even from behind russet curtains. Finally she brushed them away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 11:15:15</strong>
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				"Ms. Carter-Howard, then.&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you."&nbsp; Rebecca's smile remained cool and professional, watching the girl carefully and weighing various possibilities.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, I don't know much of anything on the matter just yet, although I'm sure the prince is quite proud if the childe is being introduced in such a grandiose way."<br><br>The question of business and pleasure made her consider for a moment.&nbsp; "In my experience," she explained, "people too often make a great deal of discomfort out of their lives in attempting to separate their lives into discrete categories."&nbsp; She stepped in closer, attempting to meet and hold the Malkavian's gaze.&nbsp; "I think you might enjoy these sorts of events if you had the chance to dress up, showing off your beauty to the Kindred culture in perfectly tailored formalwear.&nbsp; How long has it been since you truly had the chance to express your beauty through your clothing," her hand slipped forward to brush some of the strands from Milly's eyes, "to be dressed in something that looks as good as you?&nbsp; Would that be business or pleasure?&nbsp; How would one even decide?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 12:25:42</strong>
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				Millicent considered the affair almost as bad as those horrible debutant balls that she had been forced to attend in her life. The truth be told she would rather be doing her other work than watching a game of chess. Of course they might believe that she was stupid that she was addled within her mind, but the malkavian saw far more than most, for the mushroom people had often spoken too her, and even now they did, after all these years.<br><br>She did not recoil from the touch and was certainly not offended by it why should she be Millicent was a tactile person, and enjoyed contact, in what ever form it came. However the words that spilled from this ventures mouth so easily actually made her laugh out loud, and trying to catch the gaze of this flighty creature was almost impossible. “My clothes…oh my goodness you sound like my father.” More of her laughter filled the air, she was not being rude to the woman rather the situation just the whole matter of her attire was amusing. “At least I am not the Emperor… with new clothes.”<br><br>Millicent then touched the Ventrue’s hand.&nbsp; “You are kind...” a full and genuine smile met Rebecca’s face “There is beauty in everything…what ever you wore the skin you are in is as a rose with dew upon it.” However the malkavian wondered what was beneath. Momentarily she turned to a corner of the room and tipped an invisible hat.&nbsp; "I suppose it all depends on how one defines pleasure."&nbsp; Her heavy lidded eyes turned then back to the ventrue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 20:29:17</strong>
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				"Right now I have two concerns someone is using powers here and its involving shadow and they seem good with it, and some Kindred here seem to feral and of clans that its not sensible they be that a Gangrel elder for example still has a human quality. They seem far more, alien to the Kindred I know. Don't underestimate my perceptions like I said even without the gift of Auspex I can hold my own with many with such powers in place. I would say a slow awareness of this to the sect leaders here would be in order we pry carefully. We cannot act if there is a threat until the threat acts, then the Prince will excuse use of our full powers and gifts to defend our unlives. Not before.," she is aware being attacked by an outside force would nullify the customs but must be done clearly in a justified manner.<br><br>"We could try to provoke them to act before they are ready, it might throw them off their plans but would come at risk - any chance we could brighten the whole room at once with enough light on one area to negate natural shadows Elder?," noting if its a discipline it would give that away fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 21:28:09</strong>
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				Rebecca smiled, listening and doing her best to make sense of Milly's words.&nbsp; "I think I see what you mean," she replied.&nbsp; "It's not the dew that makes the beauty of the rose, and clothes likewise don't always lead to a more beautiful appearance, so long as one is content."&nbsp; It wasn't a sentiment that Rebecca fully shared, but fashion was such a personal affair as to be little worth arguing.&nbsp; "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Carter-Howard, and don't be afraid to call me if you might need something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 21:32:30</strong>
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				James took the card, glancing at it before tucking it into the coat pocket.&nbsp; "I'll definitely see if I can't free up some time to meet with you and see if that can't be arranged."&nbsp; He bowed slightly, and smirked.&nbsp; 'Fools.&nbsp; So little of what they know is actually truth.&nbsp; And I find it rather... amusing.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 15:41:29</strong>
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				“The pleasure has been all mine…” The smile remained and was honest, Rebecca could see she was well practiced at polite conversation still it seemed not to suit her. There was a momentary pause as the Ventrue made her offer, as if Millicent was trying to work out whether she was true or not, however it did not matter the Malkavian believed in her cause and perhaps this woman might help her.<br><br>“I will call…I am sure my …cause might benefit from someone with as much influence as yourself.”&nbsp; Though she was involved with many charities this one was close to her heart and would be advantage to not just the humans but kindred too. Her eyes passed over the room again and already saw the chess pieces moving across the board.<br><br><em> The White Knight is talking backwards,<br>And the Red Queens off with her head.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 16:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>Once done with chatting with the Malkavian, Rebecca moved her way over to James.&nbsp; Her smile was cool, professional but pleasant, and she offered him the back of her hand.&nbsp; "A pleasure to meet you," she said politely, fishing out a business card from her purse with her off hand.&nbsp; "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue."&nbsp; Her eyes stayed upon his as she made her introduction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 09:15:27</strong>
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				(OOC: Sorry for the belated response. I was in a car accident and will need to remain in hospital a few more days. Nothing truly serious, but I will not be able to respond at a proper pace till im out)<br><br>Suddenly, a trumpet call fills the room. From the big doors at the end of the hall, the Prince and his entourage appear. They walk towards the throne, guiding a young looking woman wearing a blindfold. <br><br>As they walk along, suddenly the whole room goes pitch black. Seconds later, the sound of fighting can be heard coming from the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 15:18:12</strong>
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				Avril figures running is likely the worst move and especially in the dark even with her senses as keen as they are but since there is a fight using her disciplines can be excused, so she activates her Auspex to bring her senses even touch to refined clarity. Her senses of hearing and smell most useful as she tries to find her way out of a likely area of fighting to someplace less fighting sounding. <em>Okay this is fine, there is an attack underway so using Disciplines would be excused if this does come before the Prince at some point ones right to defend ones Unlife is very important to.</em><br><br>Fortunately she is not a likely target over many other Kindred, good for her at least and when she finds a place that seems safe she will sit and turn off her Auspex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 17:04:14</strong>
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				He took the card, glancing down at the card momentarily.&nbsp; "James Montague, clan and sire unknown," he said simply.&nbsp; "Sire was killed shortly after turning me, before he could fully explain everything to me.&nbsp; And --" He cut off, however, when the lights went out.<br><br>'Oh great.&nbsp; And now we get into territory I'm no good in.&nbsp; So, let's see if we can't just stop this whole thing RIGHT NOW.'<br><br>Drawing a breath, he cleared his throat.&nbsp; This was about to get very real, and if there was another Daughter in the room, he was about to be very dead.&nbsp; But outside of STOPPING them, he was no good in a fight.&nbsp; He began to sing, a slow, mournful song in Latin, carrying with it desires of rest and sleep and... everything to do with being lazy.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Firing up Madrigal, aiming for specifically CALM.&nbsp; Roll (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33838)&nbsp; That would be four successes.&nbsp; And as it states outright in the Bloodline book that there are VERY FEW Daughters of Cacophony around, I do believe no one in the room qualifies for the Willpower.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Level Three - Madrigal<br>The Kindred may imbue her audience with the emotions she expresses in her song, rousing them to passion or deluging them with seemingly bottomless despair. Princes on good terms with Daughters of Cacophony sometimes have one of the songstresses croon before they make an appearance, bolstering their fellow Kindred with a sense of loyalty.<br>System: The player rolls Charisma + Music (difficulty 7). Each success instills the chosen emotion in a fifth of the Kindred’s audience (more than five successes have no additional effect). The Storyteller decides precisely which members of the audience are affected. Characters may resist this power for the duration of the whole scene with the expenditure of a Willpower point, but only if they have reason to believe that they are being controlled by outside individuals.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 19:01:58</strong>
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				Here was, in her opinion, the safest spot as here by Otto. She could do more for him here than in the scrum of a fight and she was sure he had something particularly nasty ready for trouble. Of course she was going to be the one who messed up the 'petty problems' but after her demonstration of power when she took over the estates Otto had set her in, she doubted that many would try her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 23:48:30</strong>
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				As soon as the lights went out, Rebecca shifted with concern.&nbsp; Her hand went back into her purse, fishing around a little to grab her cell phone.&nbsp; The light from the screen wasn't going to do much, but it would at least be something, allowing people some flickering images of what the surroundings looked like.<br><br>Before her hand had pulled out the device, however, she heard the tune.&nbsp; Her body shifted as she found herself relaxing, reminiscing gently on a similar tune which her father had sung to her as a little girl, so very long ago.&nbsp; It was already in her nature to be fairly calm, and the overwhelming rush of emotion left her standing like a statue with one hand in her purse, the gentlest smile on her pretty features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 12:29:03</strong>
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				When fighting was concerned Millicent was as much use as a chocolate teapot, yes she was absolutely rubbish. The Malkavian had auspex but her mind did not consider using it in the darkness. Frankly she was very afraid, perhaps this was another reason that she did not go to such events.<br><br>The first thing that the young woman did was to try to find her was to a wall so she could find some bearing in the room. It reminded her of the time at school when she had been on lock up duty and had turned the lights out at the wrong end of the hall. Now Millicent needed to find a point of reference . She might be insane but she was not stupid. However musch she played it.<br><br>Closing her eyes the Malkavian walked in one direction (away from the fighting) and tried to find something solid that was not fleshy. All the time she hummed a little tune to make herself feel better.<br><br><em>Here’s a pin and here’s a pingle,<br>Porcupines are always single.<br>Poor old pines they must not mingle.<br>Pingle pangle pingle.</em><br><br>Of course her voice was not as perfect as that of James and as time went on she did feel somewhat sleepy however she wanted to fight the sensation before she got to a safer place<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 15:31:44</strong>
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				When she smelled Millicent it was not familiar to her as she approached Avril but the steps were not fast or in a fight near her save the little tune. The perfume was that of a woman.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 15:29:24</strong>
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				As quickly as the lights had gone out, they were back on again. There had been panic all around the room, except for a few pockets of serenity. In the front of the room, the prince was lying on the floor covered by four guards. Two bodies were lying to the side, along with a pile of ash. <br><br>Around James a few vampires were looking around estranged. JC looks at Avril and Ink. "Hmm, I guess you were right miss Hughes. Something was amiss. And it seems they are even more amiss now." He motioned over towards Rebecca and Millicent. Could one of you please fetch miss Stephenson over there? It seems we might need her help, as well as yours." He then turned around to Otto Karloff. "I guess you might want to collect your peers, as your master will have need of you" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 15:57:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>A few seconds after the lights came back on, Rebecca glanced around, the world slowly returning to normal and leaving her to put together the pieces of what went wrong.&nbsp; She remained calm, leaving her with a detached appearance and seeming quietly contemplative.<br><br>The sight of the prince and his guards brought forth a mild curiosity within her, and she wandered her way in that direction through the crowd, her heels clacking sharply along the ground to announce her presence.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered along the scene with the stare of a dispassionate individual interested in collecting clues.&nbsp; She made no attempt to touch anyone or anything, simply observe to gain information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 00:14:55</strong>
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				"Of course I was, my gifts are not many but I have my strong points like us all Elder that is the true strength of our sect our diversity, the enemy doesn't understand that and why the system is as good as can be expected for a bunch of <em>unique</em> beings as are Kindred.," Avril walks over to the Tremere Elder Otto for a few moments not having any other things to do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 01:38:20</strong>
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				Ink took in the situation with a bit of misgiving. Her own talents were useful, she had helped her lord provide vessels to more than a few Venture but she knew of few kindred that could create ash piles. At least this quickly. Otto usually chanted when he did his magics, so she was assuming it wasn't him this time. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 19:36:38</strong>
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				"Fuck fuck fuck!" James swore when the lights came back on and he saw the mess.&nbsp; "Dammit, didn't think that one through quite as much as I should have," he murmured, and immediately flipped open his cell, glancing at it momentarily, before shaking his head and tucking it back away.&nbsp; "Nope.&nbsp; That would be a bad idea.&nbsp; Prince might recognize that I'm not part of any regular clan," he hissed, and then simply backed into the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed, waiting for some sign of what he should do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 20:47:25</strong>
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				Millicent blinked as the lights went on it was a sudden shock after the brief darkness; it scrambled her already addled brain somewhat.&nbsp; The malkavian first watched as the small spots of light disappeared and she said goodbye to them, sure that they had nothing to do with what had happened.<br><br>Once she had the chance take in the scene it made her more than a little afraid, she hoped this was not an idea of some form of entertainment. She blinked again and stepped back a little more, trying to work out exactly what had happened, though that was certainly not easy. A frown passed over Millicent’s usually happy face and her brow furrowed as she took in what the others were doing as this was a most troubling an unusual function. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 12:16:13</strong>
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				(@pretty)<br>JC looked as Avril went to do as asked. What a pity, such a promising young vampire, yet too subservient. Well, that might change soon. Then he walked over to James. "Excuse me good sir, that was quite a nice trick you pulled there. Could I have a word with you perhaps. Oh not about that mind you, but I guess I might be in need of some help, and you seem to fit the bill perfectly."<br><br>He then looked over to Avril,and Ink&nbsp; hoping they would hurry up with miss Stephenson.<br><br>(@senti)<br>Suddenly a familiar face appears. A face known to many kindred, and to the Children of Malkav in London especially. Franklin the magnificent. A stage magician renowned for his westend shows. <br><br>"Hello young dove. Why so gloomy?&nbsp; Did someone steal your rabbit? Someone stole mine once, you know, never found it back. But if I ever find who did it, I'll make *them*&nbsp; disappear."<br><br>(@callie) <br>Otto looked at Ink, and a flash of confusion came over his face. "Did you use your powers again? I told you, you have to be careful when in Ellysium. What if someone would find out your powers, and thus your heritage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 17:06:45</strong>
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				"I didn't master." Ink said quietly, she couldn't reduce kindred to ash with them. "You.. Lessons on the subject were quite clear." She shuddered at the memory. Otto was very much an old fashioned teacher in many ways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 17:18:16</strong>
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				After a bit of time, Rebecca wandered her way back over towards JC.&nbsp; He seemed the logical choice since so many were already caught up in busy affairs, and those that she knew that were free likely wouldn't be able to offer any significant aid.&nbsp; Hopefully she could learn a thing or two about him in the process.&nbsp; "What just happened?" she asked politely, hoping that he'd have more information than the obvious of what she knew so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 20:03:08</strong>
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				James blinked, looking slightly taken aback.&nbsp; "Oh, it's just... something I learned how to do," he muttered, and then glanced to the side.&nbsp; "What, exactly, might you need my help with?&nbsp; Just to make it clear, I'm no fighter.&nbsp; I can hold my own for a few minutes, but after that, I've gotta get out of the way or I'm going to end up getting hurt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 20:25:34</strong>
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				(@Callie) <br>Otto looked even more confused before shaking his head. Your face, dear. I meant your appearance.<br><br>(@andy, pretty)<br><br>As Rebecca appears J.C. smiles. He looks at James. "If I wanted fighters I'd be over with my own clan, or the Gangrel. No, what I need is a few smart Kindred, who could use a little more recognition, and who are capable of getting things done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 20:32:54</strong>
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				Rebecca smiled as well, leaving her questions unspoken for the time being.&nbsp; The soft curling of her lips offered reassurance to both of them, confidence especially to James.&nbsp; She could only imagine what life as a Caitiff had already done to the poor boy, but if JC had already seen something of value in him, she would hardly argue.&nbsp; She hadn't had a chance to speak with him enough to draw her own opinion.&nbsp; However, time was almost certainly of the essence on this matter, and she didn't plan on wasting it mincing words.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 20:38:02</strong>
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				"Oh, you told me to experiment and the look is more in fitting with the Elysium than my usual isn't it?" She asked impishly. "And there are many ways one of can take on a seeming isn't there?" She wondered if it was the form itself that distressed him. It was a s all gesture of rebellion, as she though it. Wearing the woman whose painting he had in his lair. Was she along lost student?
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 21:51:27</strong>
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				(@Callie) <br>Otto sighed. "Yes little one, I told you to train your powers. But I also told you to be careful not to be found out. You know what the queen does to those of the wrong blood, and neither I nor the Prince would be able to help you" Otto seemed to be avoiding looking at her. "I must go and help the Prince. You be a good girl, and see what J.C. wants of you. Pray that he finds you useful. He can be a powerful ally"<br><br>(@Andy Pretty.) J.C. looked at James, then at Rebecca. Well, as soon as miss Hughes and..... Ink I think her name was arrive, I'll explain everything. But as you might notice from the consternation, it seems someone has gone missing. Someone very important.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 23:39:43</strong>
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				Millicent suddenly smiled and tilted her head, “You know the white rabbit?... oh of course you do, don’t you, perhaps he was just late and will be coming soon. He is often late I am told.” Yes that smile had almost returned fully, the man was certainly magnificent. She averted her eyes from the scene now. “Do you think this is to do with the Red Queen? Certainty it will have nothing to do with the Hatter?”<br><br>Then leaning forward and whispering, Millicent asked the man “Do you think we will have to stay more?” Again her eyes started ti flit about the room following those patterns once more. <br><br>“Can you really make people disappear?” She suddenly asked “That is most exciting?” Millicent was naïve in so many ways, a gentle creature considering that she was a predator .&nbsp; <br><br>The malkavian still remained partially aware of the Various matters that went on about her and the voices that danced in the air. Well at least she tried to amongst the many distractions. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 05:42:53</strong>
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				James glanced around for a moment.&nbsp; "Eh.&nbsp; All I know is what I heard," he said quietly.&nbsp; "I don't know much more than that to begin with, so like as not I'll need some explaining.&nbsp; I'm not... not one to normally attend the functions when I don't have to," he said, tugging at the lapel of his jacket.&nbsp; "I don't really do formal."
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 06:41:30</strong>
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				Rebecca gave James a more sympathetic smile, believing that she understood the core of his concerns.&nbsp; The Caitiff of the city were all too easily treated like garbage, but Rebecca held the same pity for them which she held for any of the illegitimate children common to medieval royalty, and for the same reasons.&nbsp; "To put it succinctly," she explained, "the Prince's protege is missing.&nbsp; JC has a plan for finding this wayward Kindred but requires a number of other individuals for assistance in order to carry out the task."&nbsp; Her words carried the faintest touch of admiration as she reached out to put a hand against James' arm.&nbsp; "His choosing you among the dozens of Kindred present means that he sees something truly talented within you; it's a pity we haven't yet had a chance to converse at length."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 07:06:34</strong>
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				"Fair enough master, but you told me many times that you wanted me to clean up my appearence." She said with a teasing smile. "So, I should go introduce myself. Shall I put my 'face' on or would you like me to keep this one?" She enjoyed teasing her master in small things, he allowed her small rebellions and she did as he asked in most things. It allowed her to vent and kept her from doing things that could make him embarrased.
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				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 10:42:38</strong>
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				(@senti)<br><br>"The white rabbit went down the hole again. But it's worse than that. Alice is gone, and the white queen will be furious at the prince for letting her be taken." Franklin pointed to where the Prince was standing now, surrounded by the Primogen and his own security. "The white knight is going on a quest to find her, but he needs help. He can't outsmart the red queen and her cards on his own. Perhaps you can help him shiny one? You are wiser than you appear." He pointed over to J.C. and the group that had formed around him. "Remember though, that the white knight has a tendency to talk backwards, so listen not only to what he says, but also to what he is saying"<br><br>(@ruby)<br>Otto looked as Avril talked to him. He seemed preoccupied with Ink however. "Yes miss Hughes, you did very well indeed, and I'm sure the Prince will not forget you. Now if you will excuse me, my ward and I have something to discuss before I go help the Prince. I do, however, believe J.C. was looking for you. Something about a lucrative business proposal he said, before all this happened."<br>&nbsp;<br>(@ Callie)<br>Otto then turned back towards Ink "Just stay as you are now. No telling what he may do if he finds out what you are. He believes you are Tremere, and that will work to both our advantage."&nbsp; Making a dismissive gesture, he quickly starts walking towards the Prince and the other Primogen.<br><br>(@Andy, Pretty)<br>J.C. looks at Rebecca and smiles appreciatively. "Very astute, miss Stephenson. Except i do not actually have one. A plan that is. If this was a simple smash and grab, the Prince would bring down the full force of his security teams." He looked over to the commotion surrounding the court right now. "No, whoever pulled this, was smarter than that. And that is why I require your services. I need people to find out who did this, and where they've taken her. People who don't show up on the radar so to say, but skilled enough to get the job done." He looked over to see if the others were coming yet "Of course, a job like this will lead to more than ample compensation.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 16:24:05</strong>
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				"As you wish.. for the honor of Clan Tremere then." She said with a bow as she moved to join those her master indicated. "I am to give what aid I can on behalf of my master." She indicated Otto. She looked over the carnage of where the Prince's presentation had gone so wrong for the first time. She knew that her skills were more in spotting what occult methods might have been used rather than which of the prince's myriad foes were involved. Elysium politics were the matter of someone more skilled, perhaps one of the Harpies who controlled social status here in such places would tell them who might have done it. Once she figured out how the men were turned to ash, then they could match who could with who had a reason to. 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 19:31:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>Rebecca nodded her appreciation for JC's clarification, her thoughts already racing with the possibilities of what was to come.&nbsp; Although time was certainly of the essence in this matter, rushing forwards without any significant plan would only lead to failure, or worse, destruction.&nbsp; However, the moment Ink joined the assembled, Rebecca gave a soft smile and produced a business card with her name and phone number to give to her.&nbsp; "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue.&nbsp; A pity we couldn't meet under more pleasant circumstances."&nbsp; Her eyes flickered between James and Ink.&nbsp; "We're going to need people severely disciplined in Auspex, as well as bodyguards, those with a strong talent for brute force."<br><br>She glanced back towards the main entrance, gesturing to where there were a few trails of blood.&nbsp; "From my understanding, Kindred only continue to bleed when they choose to.&nbsp; I expect that the protege is giving us a trail by allowing her vitae to continue to leak, although admittedly that's more hope than certainty at this point."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 21:02:00</strong>
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				“I will try to understand, him, for I expect he can be tricksy, most of them are.” She was of course referring to other vampires in general, no particular clan. She had other friends that were far more fun and less complicated. After curtsying to the fine gentleman and tipping an invisible hat Millicent gravitated to where the others stood. She was humming a little song once more…<br><br><em>“A friend of mine<br>A porcupine went up in a balloon.<br>He sailed it here he sailed there,<br>He sailed it almost every where,<br>Except perhaps the moon….”</em><br><br>The slighter and rather bright looking creature with eyes once more filled with warmth and a sparkle mischief flourished a bow to all present. Her eyes finally passed to those of the White Knight, and she offered him a large smile, it seemed to light up her whole face. “Millicent Margaret Amanda Carter- Howard…at your service Sir.” She did not seem to be making fun, rather someone genuine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 21:17:43</strong>
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				Ink pulled a card from the depths of her dress top. It said simply: Ink with an email and a cell number in a smooth calligraphy script. <br><br>"I am Ink, I am Otto's.. facilitator in the London Projects." She said simply in turn. No mention of lineage or Clan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 21:29:51</strong>
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				Rebecca accepted the business card graciously, slipping it into her purse.&nbsp; The mention of a Tremere brought her at least some relief as she nodded.&nbsp; "Excellent.&nbsp; We should get going, then."&nbsp; She started out the door to lead the way, watching downwards for spills of blood but careful not to ruin her heels by stepping in a puddle of it.&nbsp; "If anyone needs to stop a moment in order to collect information, don't be afraid to speak up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 03:13:47</strong>
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				"I can do some auspex, but I fear we'll need someone more skilled at it than I to track by blood." She admitted as she looked the scene over. She wondered at the ashes. That was something new. Was it something technical, vampire talent or a gift of something like Otto's blood magics. Too many questions unanswered so far. She was still unsure of what should could contribute, at least till they had someone to question. Then she knew she'd be useful. She could simply put a 'hand in' and any prisoner will want to talk quickly enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 12:28:58</strong>
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				Going to the blood trail she kneels and takes a bit up smelling it then steps outside following it where she can then activate her Auspex once officially outside the Elysium. She won't taste it since it Kindred blood perhaps but a Kindred would heal such a would enough to stop vitae from leaving the body its prescious to their kind.<br><br>But she was to know the scent for later. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 14:14:37</strong>
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				The rather sweet appearing malkavian looked with interest at the others as they discussed matters or rather did not give much away. After shuffling her cards again Millicent pulled out the queen of hearts and tossed it to the ground, after that a white queen from a chess board was place at the other side.<br><br>“You know that Alice is gone don’t you…It will all become troublesome now…”<br><br>Her demeanour changed slightly as Millicent pulled out a pipe, “I believe Watson… this is a three pipe mystery.” With that she lit the heady herbs that were in the bowl. “Pacing about the scene trying to remain focused and serious the malkavian began. “We have the blood, yes it’s a trail, but is it indeed a real trail. Have any of you ever lead dogs over the moors with aniseed to save the fox…but a fox is also tricksy remember chicken little, and the spider too….”<br><br>Again Millicent took another long slow pull on her pipe and let the smoke make patterns. Watching so very carefully, she zoned out for a moment studying it appeared. “You see it’s not just about the obvious trails…there are patterns too.” Her voice had a dream like quality too it. “One must not always be blind to any possibility. “Consider this, the White rabbit has apparently disappeared down the hole again.”<br><br>It was then Millicent seemed to come too as much as was possible for her touched mind, “So do I need my Deerstalker?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 00:29:33</strong>
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				Seeing someone else sniffing at the blood made Rebecca smile, and she waited for Avril to stand back up before offering her a business card that had Rebecca's name and cell phone number.&nbsp; "Rebecca Stephenson, but we can leave the full introductions for later."&nbsp; She glanced back to the others to make sure everyone was following, as well as keeping her eyes open for any others who might wish to join in with the crew.&nbsp; However, she was also non-verbally insistent on getting started in the search.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 01:12:56</strong>
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				Millicent did a face palm and then bashed her head against a wall a couple of times, watching Ms Poker Bum was actually rather frightening. Now was time to try to explain in other terms, as far as the Malkavian was concerned she was clear in her thoughts. After handing out various playing cards and a dried fish she looked to Rebecca. “Ms …errrrm….I see you don’t understand the thoughts of the fox trail or chicken little…hmmmm.”<br><br>“You work in grey places yes? In business? Do you set false trails in computers or that strange code…that flashes and makes no sense? That’s what I mean …you trick people. What makes you think that this blood is not the same…”&nbsp; There was a pause “‘Snap Snap’ says foxy loxy and Raynard.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 01:47:12</strong>
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				"Avril Hughes, here take my card to.," she hands her a card and writes something on the back her signature with a comp for the usual fee for one visit. Her Auspex is fully up outside and her formidable senses even more potent as she looks around and perks up her ears. <br><br>"My guess is either the blood if from a Ghoul or a severely wounded Kindred to low on blood to fully heal or has a defect, I have the scent if i come across them I should recognize them but he could be a local to a sacred Kindred. Were all of us accounted for by the Sheriff?," Avril says calmly using common sense in her assumptions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 18:45:43</strong>
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				Rebecca looked over to Milicent, giving a very patient smile.&nbsp; "You mean to say that you think they're setting a trap for us?" she explained.&nbsp; "Possibly.&nbsp; However, that doesn't change our duty."&nbsp; She gave a gentle shrug.&nbsp; "It's always simple to say that a trap has been made, but in my experience, many traps have holes which allow the clever a means of escape.&nbsp; If you like, though, you don't have to come."<br><br>Once outside, she followed along with Avril and stayed with the others, making sure that no human ears were around before she elaborated.&nbsp; "The Prince's protege is missing," she said very softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 19:34:19</strong>
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				Ink smiled at the thought of a trap, it was that she was looking for a fight but she knew that her talents would come in helpful. Pulling a persons face off was a great motivator for others to talk. She had done that to Tony Chaulk when he muscled in on her domain, trying to set up a drug ring and prostitution rackets after she told him no. His followers learned more quickly than he had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 19:42:54</strong>
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				“And you think I am insane…of course I will come for sometimes one must follow Alice into the rabbit hole…hmmmm but what do we have here…blood…why do we not ask for help.”<br><br>Millicent smiled at the pavement and waved at something that did not seem to be there under her breath she whispered ‘later’.<br><br>After another pause there was a face palm. This was worse than when she had eaten …well when the mushroom people came to call. Still holding the pipe in her hand the Malkavian tried to be the voice of reason. Which in its self was an interesting thought. <br><br>“Ms errrrrm just wait, would it not be better to…well find out who this blood really belongs too? I would bet my best puppet to suggest someone in there would know. Why go chasing a rainbow before one knows its end. There is no weakness in asking is there. Unless there is one of us that… Blood from a stone…”<br><br>With that Millicent studied the patterns on the wall and continued to smoke her pipe. Perhaps the smoke would offer more answers.<br><br>She left a mark there in chalk and then rubbed it out.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 19:53:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br>"Rebecca Stephenson," she introduced herself as the Malkavian once more displayed trouble with her name.&nbsp; At the mention of asking for help, Rebecca considered the matter for a moment, looking around among the assembled and weighing the options.&nbsp; "Very well, but we ought not to let the trail run cold.&nbsp; Miss Hudges, Ink, if you'd be so kind as to continue to follow the way?&nbsp; We'll catch up with you presently.&nbsp; Should she learn something, I'll send you both a text message."<br><br>Although Rebecca wasn't really convinced that Milicent could find something, she was happy to be proven wrong.&nbsp; She stayed quiet and watched the girl work.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 00:13:48</strong>
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				"I'm not going, the security of the city is up to the Prince and his Regency under him or her and the Sheriff and his or her staff and there is nothing in Kindred traditions seven that demands I risk my Unlife for no reward and even then I have a choice in the matter. Unless you or another Elder holds a Boon under Prestitation of sufficient weight and they use this to compel me. Do you or Otto have such a Boon?," Avril is not a security officer and frankly the Princes childe is technically his responsibility to hold and protect she was not presented and the childe cannot owe her a boon by extension. <br><br>"Nothing personal but this seems like no gain for me with a great amount of risk since I'm not much of a fighter.," naturally her thin blood is not unconsidered in this either she is clearly mulling over the issue from all sides but wounds for her are far harder to heal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 21:38:55</strong>
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				Rebecca simply nodded, a gentle look of disappointment crossing her face as she looked back to Ink.&nbsp; "Unless you're capable of some method of tracking beyond simply following bloodstains, I imagine it's best if we simply wait for Milicent to finish...asking her friend."&nbsp; She looked back down to the Malkavian to see how the research was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 23:56:52</strong>
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				"I think we going to have to get some scent." Ink said with a smile. "Definitely something to work on." She said as she looked at the scene. Definitely needed something to work on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 12:03:23</strong>
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				(@ Ruby)&nbsp; J.C. looked at Avril. "You seem like a rather smart woman miss Hughes, so let me ask you, which do you think would benefit you most? Lending aid to your elders, and having them, mainly the prince of Kensington indebted to you, or staying here, knowing you have refused their requests.<br><br>(@ everyone.)&nbsp; J.C. turned towards the group. "I'm not asking you to assault whomever took Alice, but only to find out who did, and where she is. Once that is established, you call me, and i will arrange for her to be returned. Now, if anyone wishes to back out, I will not stop you. Just remember what this task could do for your stature within this principality and throughout all of London.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 18:51:00</strong>
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				"An Elder did not offer me a boon for this, therefore its elective so I will help track this party and keep my sense out for threats but if fighting comes up I will withdraw if I can. And I meet final death I'll speak to the Elders again over this matter.," she added the last as a jest with a giggle as she raises her Auspex.<br><br>This way then the blood scent is unique, as long as there is enough I can track by it.<br><br><br>ooc: GM make make any needed rolls to track or detect danger her die pool is 9 Dice with a reduction of four on all difficulties, if anyone is out there they will have to be good to evade her. This covers all senses but touch which has a reduction of two on all difficulties. Auspex included.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 19:03:47</strong>
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				"You will find that if we find the Prince's Childe, you'll be sure that sort of blood debt won't be forgotten." Ink pointed out. "I know that much about the politics of Elysium. You do an action, unasked by the Prince himself, it leaves him in debt." She paused as she considered Otto's plan with a wide smile. <br><br>"Master, you clever bastard.." She muttered to herself. With such a debt, he could leverage her recognition and acceptance by the Prince. Not to mention count a MASSIVE coup on his rivals and perhaps get the ear of the Prince in a more lasting way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 23:42:10</strong>
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				“Follow the Yellow Brick road …I think, the witch is powerful, I know that much or if not powerful she is clever…very clever indeed. The bodies are her monkeys with wings…..hmmmm wait that ash it is just ash…or appears so. So much power here…” it was as if she was only half speaking to those about her. <br><br>Taking another pull upon her pipe Millicent followed the trail with her eyes and then her mind, keeping the road in mind as she took a little of the ash, after all it could just be just that, sometimes the spoon was just a spoon, it was not hard to carry ash ...was it?. “Yes there is a lot of power here it shines like dew and rainbow, it almost blinds…though at least we have the munchkin road to traverse, I expect we will meet both a wizard and a witch upon our way Who knows what else... So who wants to be Dorothy? Are we armed with water? I know I have some in my bag of many uses and pockets…”<br><br>There was a pause as she turned to look at JC with a most delightful smile, or “We will of course always&nbsp; be pawns and cards with numbers…Still Alice should be found…and I will help as I said I would…good Sir.”<br><br>Millicent had her own secrets but status did not enter her mind, it mattered little. Pulling a bandana from her bag she then tied back her hair, after all she was working now…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 00:59:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca waits patiently as everyone discusses, the Malkavian does her examination and everyone is soon ready to go.&nbsp; "Alright, then," she said, guiding the assembled group out of Elysium.&nbsp; She kept her eyes wide open, watching for both bloodstains and danger and expecting that the rest of the assembled will also keep an eye for such specialized problems.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 12:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(@all) <br><br>The blood scent leads out of Elysium, and then heads north. Althought the bleeding seems to lessen the further it gets away, it still remains followable by those with enhanced senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 19:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ink sighed as she followed the vampires with sharper senses than her own. She wondered who had done this. Could this be the first move on the Prince's standing in Elysium or even worse the declaration of war in the shadows of London. Otto had spoken several times of efforts by rivals in the past. The lucky ones got to see a sun rise over the Tower of London. <br><br>She tried to not think of what happened to the others. <br><br>She shifted in her outfit, something less obvious would have been nice. She pondered pulling out her cell and calling the boys to bring her something suitable to wear on the streets of London.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 21:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca kept her eyes open as they walked, searching around for any problems so that she could step in before anything got out of hand.&nbsp; So far, everything seemed to be going reasonably well, but Rebecca knew the necessity of vigilance.&nbsp; Her heels clicked methodically against the sidewalk as they went along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 21:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(@all)<br><br>As the group walks on, they pass an old man in a magician's outfit. He looks at Senti "Good luck Dorothy, good luck scarecrow, tin man, lion and toto. Follow the yellow brick road, and beat the witch. Bring back Alice safely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 21:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avril kneels to smell the areas of scent as she tracks and the odd pole or tree, her senses are very keen more so than most Kindred and she has experience on her side as well.<br><br>Her ghostly attractiveness and dress odd for her task which she tries to do well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 22:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca glanced over to the magician with some degree of curiosity, then produced a business card to offer to him.&nbsp; "Any advice on our journey?" she asked.&nbsp; "Surely the great and all-powerful Oz might have something to aid us."&nbsp; Her cheeks fluttered as she fought to keep a straight face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 14:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(@all) <br>The magician turned to rebecca. "Worry not scarecrow. You will find what you are looking for too" He then turned to Millicent "Remember Dotty. Believe in yourself and you will find the witch, and bring Alice back. But remember the white knight's words."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 21:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ink had to remind herself that Otto himself gave the 'madmen' some measure of respect, she wasn't sure if it was out of their pure random chaos or that even in insanity there was a battle of the generations working against one another. Malkavians were a wild card, but if you were patient sometimes their insanity and confused comments revealed things you could mind for the essential truth of things. Another of Otto's little nuggets of truth. <br><br>She mulled over texting her boys for some tools to make things easier. She could handle herself if she got hands on first, but sometimes a bit of rebar or a gun would be grand for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 02:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It surprised her a little bit to be called the scarecrow.&nbsp; If anything, she expected to be identified more closely as the tin man.&nbsp; Nevertheless, she kept her smile and gave a soft curtsy.&nbsp; "Thank you for your words of comfort," she said, continuing along the path.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 00:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Millicent scratched her head, “Of course I will …I always listen, you know that …even if he does talk backwards.”&nbsp; Indeed she repeated his words and they were backwards this time…it just made her giggle. “Now lets just see what and who we meet on the way, once the munchkins are no longer here to show us the road…we could go any where.”&nbsp; Her gaze turned to the scarecrow, or at least who was her assumption of the scarecrow…Avril. “So which way?&nbsp; Or Will you point us in all directions…as the road as so many paths…”<br><br>The Malkavian seemed distracted then, as she watched the bricks of the road head into the distance, with that she tried to slip her arm into that of Ink’s very much in the style&nbsp; of the Wizard of Oz …she even did a little dance and looked down to her shoes. <em>Yes that’s why I chose my red boots today…</em> Turning to look at the lady Ink Millicent spoke, “So what hides …do you think behind your curtain?” Her smile was innocence itself, she meant no insult. It was merely a part of the story that she had seen …or rather the two stories that had already intertwined. <br><br><em>Was the witch the queen…and where was Alice…did they need Glenda or a teapot?</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 21:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(@all)<br><br>Franklin looked at the group. "Well Dorothy, and all off you. Good luck. Here, take this." He handed Millicent a little black box of playing cards.<br><br>(@Ruby)<br>Avril notices that the trail contains signatures of three separate entities. One of them being the Prince's charge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 00:33:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting on the ground she smells the blood and then a tree and stone. "There are three, the princes childe is wounded likely could be carried and that would slow them down. This way. Be careful one might turn and try to slow us down one must move with the hostage it should give us the advantage.," Avril hisses a hint of fang as her keen instincts move them towards their goal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 00:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Goodbye for now," Rebecca politely replied, continuing along the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 03:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Millicent took the cards with a most innocent smile and the pressed something into the hand of the magician from her bag.&nbsp; It was a random item as one might expect, it could be anything from a diamond ring to a small plastic toy from a kinder egg or anything in-between.<br><br>She gave another curtsy and then looked to the yellow brick road …”It seems time is being wasted, and only one of us really knows the way for the yellow road may soon become overgrown. And the munchkins are now playing there own games.”&nbsp; The Malkavian sniffed the cards however was going to wait a moment or two before looking at them.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 16:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OoC to all.)<br><br>The trail leads to qan abandoned warehouse, the whole place covered with dust. Other than the blood scent trail, there is no sign of anyone having been here
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 19:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everyone be on guard," Rebecca said, looking over the building with tactical consideration.&nbsp; Her eyes went by default to Ink; having the fighter of the group prepared was going to be a necessity for this ordeal.&nbsp; After a quick check to make sure that everyone was ready, she moved towards a door to attempt to open it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 20:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ink nodded as she fell in step with Rebecca. All she needed was to touch someone and they'd cease to be a threat for a bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 16:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the door opened, the scene turned into a nightmare. Blood and gore everywhere. mangled bodies, and large pools of human waste&nbsp; littered the floor. A clean path was visible, going from the entrance towards a staircase leading up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: darkness over London: Prologue A princely intrigue</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 05:21:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Rebecca glanced over the area, her eyes narrowed to slits as complete disgust washed over her face.&nbsp; Her voice softened to a near-whisper.&nbsp; "Ink, please send a text message to the Sheriff of this location.&nbsp; This is just a problem waiting for the police or the media to stumble upon it, and even if we can't handle this, someone else should know."
			</dd>
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