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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Nov 27, 2014 7:23:37 GMT
“Well, Sasha I don’t mind at all you asking. I’d hate to kiss and tell however. I will say I am surprised that someone like him would have someone like you in their place of business. If I was the paranoid sort I’d think it would be too good to be true ‘specially as t’ain’t no such thing as a coincidence just folks unable to see the whole… “Remy paused looking her over dressed as she was there weren’t many places she could hide a weapon. Not that most lycanthropes would think they’d need one against someone like him unless they’d had a look at his resume. Which was doubtful he was fairly off radar when he was here last and he doubted word had spread that he was back. Especially as last time he was on the west coast everyone simply called him Cajun. It wasn’t worth the effort to correct anyone as to the difference of being Creole over Cajun. He doubted if anyone outside of the Big Easy would ever care really and truly.
“Picture.” Remy dropped a portion of his anger or more specifically he hid it where he always did deep down in the pit of his stomach. At this rate that pit which seemed bottomless a few short years ago would be filled in a very few short weeks. Its acid edge lent a certain southern shine to his smile. Which he lit up like a torch now. She was a blonde beauty and he could appreciate that even if she was the wrong flavor of beastie for anything more than a playdate. Remy held himself from following the beat of the music but did follow hard on her heels as she made her way to the bar. He didn’t want to add to Nicholas’s coffers petty though that was he knew he would feel better if he didn’t order anything so he ordered a water and set down a dollar on the bar. He was tipping yes but that would go to the bartender and not the HVIC.
“In case I failed to mention it is a pleasure to meet another lycanthrope. I was afraid the city was empty save me and mine. So if I can ask what has you in the Master of the City’s club?”
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Post by Pika on Nov 28, 2014 7:04:39 GMT
Sasha eyed the snakes choice of drink but only shrugged to herself, it wasn't any of her business why he chose not to drink. She herself called for a beer mostly because of its simplicity and when it arrived she pulled the money for it out of the top of dress. Picking it up but not yet taking a drink she turned so she could see Remy's face as they talked. She was a little confused by some of his words so she asked "what do you mean someone like him having someone like me here? This is a club, just because its owned by a vamp that doesn't mean I would automatically cross it off my list." She thought it was a little funny though that he said he would not kiss and tell. "Honestly I pegged both you and Nic as straight men but whatever floats ya boat.." She knew fully what he meant but it was hard not to tease him for his choice of words. Hopefully he didn't take such things to seriously.
She actually hadn't thought there were snakes in LA so the fact that Remy happened to be at the same club as she at just the right time was a bit surprising. But it was nice to know the lions were not the only clan of lycanthropes around. Sasha finally took the time to take a drink from her bottle as she needed the time it would give her to come up with a reply that actually made sense outside of her head. "Well I can assure you that you are not alone but as to what I am doing here... Funny you should ask actually. Shortly after I met with the master I kinda made it seem like I had left. I wanted to be able to move about and observe him, get an honest feel of the vampire rather then what he chose to show me. And tonight just seemed like the tonight to tell him I was still here."
The part of her and Remy meeting really had been coincidence but whether he would believe that was still up for grabs. With all the human bodies and vampires filling the space she hasn't noticed the snakes scent until after she had entered and by then it was a bit late to turn around and leave.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 23:17:59 GMT
T'lynx'tri wondered just what type of man he would be engaging. before he decided which war to wage he wanted to take the measure of the man. He knew that he would need to get a more public persona, from the stories that he was hearing from the few Arcadians that he spoke to, his brother had adopted a human guise and had created a business from that human costume. T'lynx'tri hated to admit it but his brother had the right idea. To operate in the world of humans he would need a human costume. a mask that he could use to infiltrate the world of man. The very thought of it made his brain itch. he hated admitting his brother was right and he hated hiding. but to get around with out drawing attention he would have to do it.
Walking into the club he figured he might as well take the masters measure. he single handedly waged a war against the might of the Arcadians and bloodied their noses. It bared meeting if he would have to butcher the man later at least he would know who he was. into the building T'lynx'tri was assulted by the smell of snake lycanthrope and lion. could it be that.. no they both wouldn't be here it would cosmically comical if they both were there and he walked in. the first meeting of the master would be a all out brawl. T'lynx'tri laughed to himself, as he walked in looking to the second story at the rooms of the VIP section looking for his target.
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Dec 1, 2014 1:08:59 GMT
Remy eyed her as she cracked about his and Nicholas’s heterosexuality. The idea as well as the accompanying image nearly made him do a spit take. His pride wasn’t wounded he knew that lionesses could be particularly cutting with their tongues. He thought back to his run in with Isabella. She was a handful and then some. It’d taken more than one act right conversation to get through to her that while she had a nice bark his bite was far worse. "Well I mean as owner all of the proceeds go through his hands. So everything you pay here adds to his wealth even if he only considers it pocket change or less." Quieting his growing urge to trade barbs. "He’s not really my type but I’m sure someone might find him their cup of tea..." From the fact that she went to ground Remy could only guess how she perceived Nicholas. The fact she was here celebrating all the same gave him a small measure of pause when leaping to his decision. Shrugging he raised his glass in toast and took a sip.
He couldn’t keep from giving voice to his curiosity so instead of playing coy he just asked. He was sure that with the music, conversations, and simple crowd noise that they were as alone as they could be. "You began with a question. I know I kind of dodged the question but maybe you could give me your impression. I think he has good intentions but the follow through probably use some work."
He nodded to the tough guy who kept watching him but it was spilled milk so Remy had no problem ignoring the hired muscle. He knew that Nicholas probably wouldn’t keep the man around after tonight. He didn’t seem the type to forgive failures. It was another concern Remy had when tying himself to the Master. He knew it meant that he needed to do his best to insulate the Nest while making them as useful as he could.
His thoughts didn't die, they did however pause as he spotted the all too familiar kaleidoscopic scent of a Fae. He hoped it was Kai but was surprised that it wasn't. Kai was a strong looking male but this one looked like a soldier gone mercenary. He had the weathered appearance of a man who'd spent his fair share of time sleeping in the rough. It made Remy immediately mentally double check the exits as well as the lines of fire. Things would definitely hit the fan if looks could be believed.
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Post by Pika on Dec 1, 2014 6:58:09 GMT
Sasha smiled at Remy's explanation of why he refused to actually buy anything inside the club. Quite honestly she didn't care that her money was going into lining Nicholas's pockets, it wasn't like she was a huge drinker plus it took way to much alcohol to even get drunk in the first place. "Well if that's how you see it that's fine with me. Certainly won't stop me." She had so hoped her companion would rise to the bait but he seemed to have a little more control of himself then some men did when confronted about their sexuality. She snorted not so lady like and tried to cover it with a nod of her head. She couldn't really see anyone finding the master to their tastes but people could be weird and she was being a bit harsh. Trying to push herself past those thoughts all she muttered was "yeah, right."
She wasn't entirely sure her opinion needed to be voiced but as Remy had finally shared his so would she. "He knows he is a vampire with power and yes the follow through does seem to need work but I am more inclined to say his one on one skills need some work. Sure he was more then polite on our first meeting but I had this distinct feeling he wanted to throttle me. However that could have been me, I tend to bring out the worst in people." Sasha shrugged as she thought back to what she had really learned of him. He appeared to be rather accepting and seemed more likely to stay off of others toes unless he needed something. And he was also doing his best to protect his city which the lioness could admire as could she.
The conversation between the two didn't die but it did stop as a new scent entered the space. Sasha didn't know what it meant or what it was but it was pretty easy to pinpoint the source. The man standing there seemed to take up such space it damn near laughable. Just because she had no idea what they were facing didn't mean that she didn't recognize the warrior and pretador and the rather obvious intent. But she wouldn't move towards him without propable cause even with her lioness getting ready to pounce.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 0:25:45 GMT
Nicholas watched the interaction with a slight smile. As much as he hated making himself the target to unite the clans anything that he could do to bring a unifying element would be worth the pain and the energy used to mend fences later. Casting his eyes down back at the photograph the smile, what there was of it wilted a bit more. He was an Arcadian not wisp like not beautiful like the elves in the story books this was a slayer of men and beast and he worried Nicholas he would have to be dealt with quickly and quietly. If Nichols could remove him from the playing field without anyone noticing him the tide would shift back into the cities favor.
The energy of the room changed, it was about as subtle as a bucket of ice water. The energy of the room became instantly apprehensive. The lights of the room burned a little brighter than they had a moment ago. Something had charged the room with an energy that was akin to a coming storm If Nicholas closed his eyes he would swear to seeing lighting in the distance. The normal humid club area had become a room the contained a coming gale. The group was more powerful than the previous princes that called this place home. If he didn’t expect this to go bad in a hurry Nicholas would almost be flattered.
His bloodless fingertips tingled as he scanned the crowd of coming Arcadians. A war was indeed brewing and this was the first volley. Perhaps they meant to cow Nicholas with this show of force. While the lessor might scurry, while the Lycnathropes may back down and away Nicholas would stand tall against this pack of invaders. His eyes desperately looking through the crowd for the coming cabal of Fae. When he finally settled it was on the leader, he walked through the crowd leaving a spreading wake. The crowd seemed to move away from him. although Nicholas could not see any others he knew they had to be hiding, unless what was whispered about the twins were true. That they were over a thousand years old. And brought more raw power to bear than a prince of fae. Nicholas mentally told his men to escort the fae up to his chambers. He did not want the Lycanthropes to see what they would be standing against if they stood with him just yet. As he was unsure of their allegiance at present and he could not have anyone getting cold feet just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 0:42:52 GMT
T’lynx’tri could feel the energy of the lycanthropes as well as the undead energy of the master. He was up on the second level. T’lynx’tri walked casually by the humans, while he could feel the eyes on him he was in his human guise. He had also dampened his aura to a dull throbbing, and yet the eyes watched him with the agitation of one waiting on a fight. T’lynx’tri had not thought to battle he was wearing jeans and a thin leather jacket. His sword was stashed in a pocket dimension not on his hip. He casted a glance at the Lycanthropes just to make sure it was not fate playing a cruel joke on him. Nope one female and one male, neither are the ones from Chicago.
T’lynx’tri eyed the Vampire wearily as he walked in front of him. he looked ever so slightly the worst for wear, but it was not his place to judge the appearance of a vampire meat shield. Although the meat shield looked as if he could do with a retraining if T’lynx’tri had his say. Tempus would laugh this poor sod out of the building if he saw this guy trying to be tough. T’lynx’tri narrowed his eyes at the vampire and A fine tremble came over him. For those not in the know it would look as if he had became unearthly still, however T’lynx’tri had seen that trick and knew how it worked.
“The Master will see you know.” His voice fluttered like butterfly wings.
T’lynx’tri nodded and followed the guy up the stairs. He watched as another four members joined the party by the time they reached the top of the stairs. Walking into the room T’lynx’tri removed his gloves, and jacket. Taking a seat opposite the master.
“I take it you are Nicholas?”
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Dec 3, 2014 9:28:39 GMT
Tempus sat in his office chuckling to himself as the thought of ‘his office’ settled in. He was Arcadian through and through which made the idea of true ownership a foreign idea even with years of practice at being human certain ideas touched him in the funny bone. Lighting up a cigarette he moved to the window. It’d cost him a fair bit of coin to insure that CSS was facing the lake. As the autumn wind whipped the lake into a froth he thought on who would be receiving the crowns of Autumn. He knew he didn’t have a vote. He knew no member of the courts no matter how hermetic would. The goddess and her consort bestowed the Crowns at their favor. It made the fact that no one had been gifted troubling in no small amount. Especially with the outer realmed houses in an uproar because of Lord Taffy’s crusades. He was no lover of peace but the foolishness in his opinion had reached nuclear levels. He had waited for the summons from the Court to the front line but as Taffy was of the darkling court it was treated with only mild attention from the Per.
Staring at the lake he nearly dropped his cigarette as the shroud was torn to shreds before his very eyes. He knew what the sudden show presaged. He was whole within this realm. His brother had returned. Not only had he returned but he was meting out some lesson to a deserving fool. His smirk drifted to true mirth as he wiped his hand against the glass. As his hand smeared the condensation e channeled a portion of glamour into the bullet resistant glass. His brother was hundreds of miles away. Even if he’d stolen his weight in glamour it would be a healthy investment to travel that distance instantly. Instead he borrowed the sounds of and information his brother was receiving. It was one of many subtleties he had practiced at.
He’d had to become even more of the Hidden as his aura had only grown stronger as he had practiced his hand at stalking. It’d taken far more skill than he had initially ascribed the trade. It had proven to be an interesting divergent despite his drifting. In his mind things had changed due the death of the insane dragon. He had become somehow more and less all at once during the offing. He missed the feel of bones shattering, blood flying, and prayers being said quickly with all due seriousness. He however also didn’t wish to venture back to the being he once was. He was the remix of himself and while the bounty hunting was a divergence it was simply a place holder. While an interesting hobby it was not the totality of what he was. He looked towards the desk where he kept the picture of Isabella. He didn’t enjoy the idea of her travelling with Isadora’s entourage but neither would have been completely sane without the other. His tactical mind knew that she was at far more risk within the bosom of Isadora’s care than here under the eye and arm of Tempus. He was surprised that the male shrinking violet of the Warshol line chose to remain. He of course had found a place with the lions but he was still the one of two siblings that Tempus would have assumed would have leaped at the chance to be kept.
Focusing instead of on his once charges Tempus pushed a small jolt of energy towards his brother as a subtle reminder that he was never alone. With just that small brush of power Tempus leaned against the window resting his head as he attuned his senses to the area around his brother. Falling even more silent than his usual ever present wall of thoughts. Tempus dared the near impossible. He drew the glamour castoff around him he drew it through the walls, air, and floors around him. He tapped into the castoff drawing it in even as he expended it by the bucket fulls. Piercing the veil he filled his every pore with the stuff of dreams. Each cell vibrated to life filling the room with the light of him. The light of magic as it spilled from him he stepped through the flash of light that reflected back at him via the window he stood before.
As he stepped out into the suddenly darker space Tempus bowed to the vampire in attendance. Then to his brother he nodded. The room was filled with muscle but the least of it was at the vampires disposal.
“You were brought to maturity with better matters than that Left Hand.” His voice despite the charmed words sounded as if a whetstone was sliding over a blades edge. It was the only presaging the violence that could ensue if but merest punctuation was out of place. He and his brother were opposite sides of the same coin or that was the common understanding which came about when others saw them together. The truth was they were the same penny with differing rust.
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Dec 4, 2014 3:23:09 GMT
Remy nodded that he was paying attention even as he watched the fae be led to the Master of the City. It did not sit well with him. He might not like the man’s heavy handed tactics, but if the heat he was picking up off the fae was real and true he was outmatched which made the fae a bully. Remy hated bullies. He despised them. But he was torn he was not of a mind to side with the Master in any way that would compromise his Nest but he couldn’t let the man be massacred that would send a bad message and it was always better the devil you knew than an unknown one. "Might be a moot point anyway if what he said was true…" Sighing he knew where his feet would take him. “Sasha I hope to meet you again but if I don’t its been a pleasure.” Saying so he moved away from the bar and towards the stairwell he had just descended not long before. With the whole contingent of Nicholas’s security force pulled into orbit around the Fae Remy was able to make the stairs and up it unnoticed.
Just as he made the office he felt what he was sure was affecting Nicholas’s staff. A bright shining feeling of battle weariness and expectation all at once. He itched to have his firearm in hand but the polycarbonate blade at the small of his back would have to do. He resisted drawing it now but just barely. Easing into Nicholas office he moved behind the security force which formed a wall of meat shields. He wanted a clear vantage point to appraise the Fae. He had to do a double take as he looked on not one fae but two nearly identical. One clean shaven who’d entered the club the other whiskered and bowing. It didn’t strike Remy as anything that would end well. The air and carriage of the men was one he knew. They were men of action. This was as bad as it could be with everyone in the room still breathing. Damn it all Remy thought well that and several far worse expletives…
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Post by Pika on Dec 4, 2014 7:03:49 GMT
Sasha nodded her head clearly happy to have met the snake. She didn't get much of a chance to say anything in return before he moved off in the direction he had originally come from. She knew something was happening and really wanted some answers but to get that she would have to follow Remy and that she wasn't sure she could do. She didn't have the full story of what was going on but she knew that at some point she would have to pick a side, at least that's what she told herself. She could have stayed neutral but sooner or later whatever this was would hit home forcing her to choose anyways.
But still the question she had to answer for herself and for her pride was did she dare join forces with the vampires? The man that had been escorted upstairs had radiated power that she would never have any hope of matching. She set her drink down on the bar and moved away into the middle of the floor again her thoughts consumed with the struggle of debate. Pushing everything else aside Sasha thought of the many ways tonight could end which brought her to a decision. She would do what she could to rebuild and protect those that she cared for and those she had yet to meet.
Pulling her shields in her aura dampening to the point you could barely tell she was anything but human she made her way up stairs. She knew reigning herself back in at this point was rather mute and unnecessary but whatever. Walking down the hall and into the room everybody seemed to be squished into she noticed the second man looking so much like the first. Scooting along the wall she focused on them and finally noticed how the shaved one in particular seemed to glow from the inside out. Sasha didn't know much about the rarer type species and had certainly never met any but if she had to guess it would be Fae. Coming to a stop she did her best not to gape.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 16:15:52 GMT
Nicholas left eye twitched it was only a slight thing most would not have noticed it was the only sign that Nicholas had showed, that one involuntary muscle betrayed his feelings. His face and body was shut down except for that one twitch. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was expected ever since the picture of the clean shaven Arcadian had come across his desk. He knew that the other was not more than a shadowed step behind. They always showed in twos. It was just the first time that the twins had been seen. Nicholas had kept feelers on the ether keeping the pulse of the twins since the Chicago angel murders. He had heard on the same ether that a dragon was behind many of the murders. It struck a cord of interest in Nicholas as dragons tended to bring out the worst in the best people and in the case of the Arcadians, Dragons brought their biggest and baddest of their big and bad. This was when the twins had first popped up on his radar. He was busy keeping tabs on the twins making sure they stayed but while L.A burned.
Nicholas knew he was not just star gazing when the was focused, some said obsessed with the twins because of just the raw power that they exerted, he tried to keep them away from L.A because he could not out-muscle them nor could he intimidate them with force as they had more power than his forces, they were on par with his forces before the purge but now, unfair would not even be in the same paragraph.
“Yes I am Nicholas, and you are one of the fabled Twins. I believe the two of you were called the devils hands?”
The room became changed even more than what it was. It was more than enough to send more of his men screaming into the night. Nicholas extended his will over his men to keep them steady. The lights became brighter the colors themselves could cut in their sharpness. With an almost audible pop the second twin was just there. It was as if the first twin had divided and multiplied all at once. One of Nicholas’s men had a fine tremble, Nicholas could feel it as if they were attached by a web and his tremble vibrated the entire web. Nicholas spoke to the man mentally coaxing the last ounce of bravery from his very bones. He had looked somewhat injured already, it was Marvin the one that had the unfortunate run in with Remy.
“Hold the line Marv you failed me once today.”
As Marvin’s bravery continued to erode Nicolas sent a lash of hot rage to steel the man’s backbone. That got his to straighten his back. Nicholas did not exactly like instilling fear in his charges but if they would not love him then he needed them to follow. Especially right now the door opened and closed behind the wall of people Nicholas could feel the Remy returning, this would be a defining moment in their relationship, this was what Nicholas was speaking of when he was called a heavy handed and a tyrant.
“To what do I owe this visit, Devils Hands.”
Nicholas looked from one twin to the other. If for some possible way they could be turned it would be a boon that even the Arcadians would want to give pause before they decided to attack even indirectly. Nicholas banished those thoughts they could be here to kill him. Nicholas needed to focus, or he would not see his beautiful city recover. He has been sitting upon his throne daring any and all to come get him if they dared so now the Arcadians have answered him sending some of their largest guns. So he now had to withstand this one way or the other. Or it would not matter what happened later. The Regina even came in, Things had actually become interesting as he did not expect anyone to come to his defense just yet, well actually against the twins. He expected no one to come to his defense unless the devil wanted to come and claim his hands that is.
“And to the new visitors allow me to welcome you to our party. Please feel free to introduce yourselves.”
It was a dangerous game that Nic was playing but to be honest if his death was on the agenda he would already be on his way down to the meet the devil himself. So they were here for another reason, in either case he has a few moments to line up his cards. So he can began setting the stage and letting the actors take over. Either this would be his last evening on earth or he has until tomorrow to get this right. Taking a deep breath Nicholas decided that this first meeting would hold more weight than the others that would come down the road. So he would do his best to show his people why he was so aggressive in his recruitment, as the dangers were both real and coming and at the same time give them hope that if they could work together that they just might survive.
“Everyone let’s take a seat. Gregor clear the men and Marvin please take everyone’s drink orders.”
Gregor knew that mean for him to begin sending the men away to their fall back spots. From their spots they could be back here within five seconds if they were moving at vampiric speed. Gregor would be the first to go as he had the longest to travel to the security closet as he watched the camera feed of this room. It was to give the illusion of comfort, but Nicolas kept himself protect at all times.
“Unless I underestimated this situation greatly I take it you are here for other reasons than my death so what can I do for you?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 16:48:51 GMT
T’lynx’tri felt the glamour rise in the room as the vampire was talking. It was as if the room was being ripped into two, it was the herald of his brother the Devils right hand. He had expected to have a least a day or perhaps a week as his brother would take the almost painfully slow mortal mode of transport as he would hate to tip his hand to the mortals that he was more than just human. But since our dealing was mostly preternatural He could understand the less than normal transport, although he had hoped.
T’lynx’tri watched the wall of shielding, counting to himself the amount of seconds it would take to dispatch all of them and reach the Master. He was somewhere at forty or perhaps forty- five when his brother came into existence back on this side of the veil. Now the time was perhaps at twenty if the wall of meat had some hidden skills that he did not account for. And his brother and him decided to do this unarmed. Just to stay in practice.
Perhaps he could decide to work with his brother on this one just for old time’s sake unless of course his brother wanted to dispatch the city completely destabilizing the group or mortals, although he felt more that his brother would side with the Lacrimosa Knights as His brother Tempus had developed an affinity for the short lived mortals, they became more than a mild diversion to him, perhaps T’lynx’tri would give it a try and look at them as more than just toys, it might be fun to interact with them and by the time they became boring perhaps they would have died off.
“I have and yet as always you have come a bit too soon and wanting to skip all of the formalities. Introductions must be made before we can began Right hand. We barely have gotten past the Master showing his wall of force and just the sampling of the true power that the Master holds...patience brother.”
T’lynx’tri brought his attention back to the Master of the city. T’lynx’tri had lost count on the number of times that a Master showed all of their body guards. Only for Lynx to be the only one to exit the room. T’lynx’tri words were dipped in honey, if they were listened to by the casual bystander they would think it was a gentle chiding of his brother, instead of the real verbal retort that the intent held. The snake walked into the room causing a slight adjustment to T’lynx’tri not to have his back opened to him. Knowing that his aura would tell him if the snake muscle bunched before he even thought to launch himself. Shortly the Lioness can into the room as well. Forty-eight seconds tops T’lynx’tri thought with a smile.
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Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Dec 8, 2014 8:11:13 GMT
Tempus laughed to himself. This Nicholas was a funny one. He was well informed, a good deal too well informed. If he knew of Tempus and his brother he knew far too much of the Hidden. It wasn’t common knowledge or even widely known knowledge their moving to and fro. At least outside of the realms of the Arcadian sphere. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had run ins with a Master that didn’t realize how far outside of their depth they were. For some reason Nicholas immediately struck a chord of remembrance with the former Master of Chicago. Isadora’s tutor Katrina the ancient vampire’s figurehead. She was one who reached for more than her grasp and now was sleeping eternally. He wouldn’t ever let it be known how she slipped into the everafter.
“Well, Nicholas,” Tempus said closing the distance while ignoring the men gathered as if their very lives depended on them mastering their own fear. Tempus knew that it would take under half a minute to clear the room including the addition of the two clan leaders. He hadn’t been in Los Angeles as it was too close to King Taranis’s sphere of direct influence. He couldn’t stand the dazzling fool and was on more than one occasion a few dangling participles from challenging the man to a duel. He didn’t mainly as he understood that he was not the sort to be welcomed as King nor did he have the inclination to rule. He was an outlier, a roaming knight errant, he needed his space and time away from the machinations of Fae so that his sword didn’t rust nor his aim falter. Too long with beautiful lies one tended to not recognize the ugly truths in the world.
Flicking a gaze to the Lioness then the Snake he leaned against the far wall. It was a small gambit and one that would be telling it forced Nicholas’s men to have to account for not one but two vectors and would cut the time it would take he and his brother to dispatch them in half. It was a simple ploy but it tended to be the simpler strategies that held truer the more time went on. Inhaling he smirked nodding to his brother that the game was afoot. Whatever T’lynxtri chose Tempus would take seconds and they would play away their time in this city. He was usually one to make the first move but in this he would take a second to his brother as this was his game. The Order had not invested him with a charge so this was a matter of the Courts calling.
“Seems as if tonight has begun rather inauspiciously, for you.” Tempus replied his gaze shifting to take in the muscled yet bruised side of soon to be cooling meat Nicholas chided while sending strength to. Such a petty display of bravura and cowardice. Tempus would be touched if he’d come to lay waste to Nicholas’empire. It might even stay his hand long enough to allow the young vampire to try his hand at mounting a defense. If his brother but gave the word a score of these men would fall within the score of seconds it would take to bother moving to action.
He was growing bored and the lioness was a blonde which at least seemed natural enough. It seemed that at least that much might make this trip worthwhile should he try his hand at wooing her. He wouldn’t if she stood with Nicholas yet she seemed more pensive than all the gathered. He wasn’t sure that everyone was here for the same purpose as Nicholas might believe. He would bet a few drams of glamour on the fact that if the blood flew that more than half of the gathered would fall fleeing.
“I am as patient as my boredom allows. Needless to say Brother dear I am here because you are finally here in this place instead of on the frontlines. And it seems as if the legend of your travels has reached even here. I am merely here as your shadow. This place has never interested me even under the previous management.”
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Dec 10, 2014 8:23:30 GMT
Surrounded by the Master of the City, two Alpha level clan heads, and a security force while fearful possessed enough strength of arms to at least combined prove difficult especially in as closed a space as they were in the two acted as if they were surrounded by toddlers armed with feather pillows. They were behaving as if they had all the time in the world and not a care in any of those seconds. He however was sizing them up as if his life depended on it. He was sure that in more than one way it did in fact depend on it. He tried to keep his head in the moment but he glanced towards the lioness. She was not much farther from him and on the way towards the door. He appreciated her positioning as while he was prepared to give the air of a united front he was not going to lay down his life for Nicholas anytime soon or at all if he could help it.
All the same he found himself comparing them against the one other fae he had met. Compared to Kai these two were the stuff of dreams. They didn’t shine or glimmer but there was an air about them that made one want to rub at their eyes as if they were waking up from a dream. It was similar to his impressions of Kai but somehow magnified. He wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that there were two of them or what but he didn’t like it. No not one bit especially as the one dressed for war kept paying him as well as Sasha undo attention. He kept looking at them as if he was seeing ghosts. It was unsettling the way his red eyes swept the room hovered over them moved on then back.
The other the bearded one seemed to have eyes solely for Nicholas as if he was sizing him up for a coffin. Which was odd considering as far as Remy knew he slept in one on a regular basis. The auras in the room were heady and it brought his own beasty to the edge of his shields. He tasted the air and it was full of potency that he didn’t like. Not much about the evening did he like save having met Sasha. Fleeting though that was even as she was the wrong flavor fur to get his engine truly revving in that regard. All the same he didn’t want her dead because of some political maneuvering of Nicholas a man he wasn’t sure he cared enough about to hate as befit someone who pulled strings and played people as matter of cause.
The city was another matter entirely. Especially as he had his Nest, ex-wife, and only real hope of ever being able to reclaim his true home. He needed it to not be a warzone. He needed the city to stand long enough for him to build something of note. For that to happen the next few minutes had to not explode into the violence that he felt emanating from the Fae and Nicholas himself.
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Post by Aloysius on Dec 11, 2014 7:27:16 GMT
Cappie stumbled in past the wall of flesh in Nicholas’s suites. He’d flown to the roof and made his way down the stairs gliding under his own power mostly due the fact that while strong he didn’t trust himself to not make a fool of himself should anyone see him wobbling about. He wasn’t as besotted as he allowed himself to seem but he was well in the thralls of a nice inebriation. He allowed his altered state to reverberate through him as the stolen blood soaked his senses. He’d felt the rise in energies and came calling even as he hadn’t made contact with the Rex Nicholas had him attempting to chase down. He in truth hadn’t bothered as the city of angels had certain charms he had not expected. Namely the fae whores who dabbled in the flesh trade. He’d whiled away many an hour exposing himself to their charms and attempting to push the beyond their limits. He’d succeeded and what a time was had by all. At least until they attempted to ensnare his mind then the gloves came off and he drained them as dry as if they were created that way. The blood loss wouldn’t kill the lot of them but it would be quite a while before they were able to attempt to shanghai, waylay, or otherwise lure another to their ends.
Cappie had felt the strength of the gathered parties and promptly ignored it as he saw to which end of the spectrum the party members were on." Gentleman..." he said allowing his words to slur as if he had a mouth full of grease. “Lady…”Bowing he stumbled into the room allowing the momentum to carry him to the open chair across from Nicholas’s desk. Collecting himself he dropped into it kicking his booted feet up on the corner of the desk. “I see we are here to have a good time. If’n I’d have known I would have brought a draught for you all or would it be bake a cake. Either way I would have insured that we were able to break something besides the furniture. So Master Nicholas sorry for my tardiness couldn’t be helped but I see you are amongst friends so all’s well that will end well.”
His state of inebriation allowed him to give not one whit as to the reason they were all gathered. He was here to lend what aid he could and as such even with his state he placed himself central to the gathering so as to if need be act as shield against whatever the two fae soldiers might bring. He wasn’t sure about the snake or the lion but as they weren’t coated in pixie dust he assumed that they were at least nominally here at Nicholas’s behest." So what do we have to discuss?"
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