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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 20:08:59 GMT
It had been a long journey, but it was business. No that wasn't right either, this was more than just about the Lesux Company. When Cris had started on this journey, he'd been thinking a lot more than usual and those hours spent thinking had finally made him see what he was really wanting. Aside from keeping his father's legacy growing and thriving, he wanted to become so much more, but for a whole other group. Of course, it helped those times he talked to Carina the Chicago Nimir-Ra off and on when she passed through. The woman had a way of making him thinking alot more and alot harder, guess it paid off.
Cris had arrived the night before, spending most of the time checking up on the building making sure everything had been upto code, specs and how they wanted it with the plans and as usual it was going wonderfully.
Which was why today, he was spending a little time to himself and of course off at the museum. He was looking for some pieces that would fit at the new building, granted it would cost, but Cris was well aware many museums had special occasions. So he would speak to the curator and see what was to offer and if nothing captured his attention, well he'd at least enjoy the visit and could contact the others he'd done business with in the past.
Dressed in his typical Armani suit, the deep blue, he also had to figure out on how to reach out. Let his presence be known so it didn't rubbed anyone the wrong way. But he wasn't sure at the moment to find who he needed, he'd just arrived and probably should of checked out that before arriving. But the best laid plans of mice and men he thought as he casually strolled the museum.
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Post by Aloysius on Mar 15, 2018 2:33:20 GMT
Last nights festivities soundly in the record books. He’d rarely come across someone as giving and selfish as him self. Perhaps was well trained or simply had an itch that hadn’t been scratched in a very longtime either way he was thankful a little sore and yet very much looking forward to another nine or ten bouts. Needless to say he needed another few bottles of port to keep in reserve. As such he was here at the ass crack of the evening instead of hunting a bit of trim to busy himself with. Moving into the museum sunglasses firmly affixed hair as wild and unruly as was usual he breezed through seeking out his resource for procurement. Dressed as usual in a cross between what he was a pirate and would be Rockstar he paused. Cocking his head ‘for the love of all the tears in the sea,’ he thought as he opened his shielding pushing at the other auras gathered. No reason to be subtle no reason to attempt a softer initial approach.
Finding the source he beelined directly towards its source. “Oi bucko,” he said closing to a conversational space. “Yor here so I guess there is a thing or three ye want ta discuss, Well fire away and then some.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 23:17:14 GMT
He was catching a few pieces he was going to see about acquiring though as he paused near another one it was than he felt it. That push against his shieleds, his aura and took a moment to feel it truly. Exhaling some as he slightly opened his own aura in a form of greeting before the voice soon captured his attention and he turned his head. Glancing to the male as he turned fully, nodding his head some slightly. "Yes indeed. I'm Cristof Knox I here in this city for two reasons. Seeing as you came to find me I am assuming your the MotC and its a pleasure to meet you."
Pausing a moment reaching a hand out out of respect and good manners of course, pushing out with his senses and noticed no one with in close proximity to hear anything and turned back his attention to the man. After their shook hands or not he would return his arm to his side. "I wish to bring a branch of our company here, as well as to establish a Pard."
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Post by Aloysius on Mar 23, 2018 20:10:40 GMT
Taking the offered hand he met the mans eyes for a second then took in what piece he was admiring.
"Well came to find ye is a bit... Either way Cristof Bucko I’m the master of this humble piece of floatsam. Mind your P’s and Q’s insure all your T’s are dotted and I’s are crossed. We’ll set a welcome fer ye soon enough. I’m easy enough ta get along with don’t spit in my direction and I won’t shite down yer back and insist it’s a massage. Honor the community do yer thing and all will be right as rain. Saavy?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 0:12:15 GMT
The vampire before him spoke like Cristof had never heard. The pirate jargon was interesting, but it would make sense some vampires of certain age could be in that era of course. But after the two of them shook hands, he stood listening to the ins and outs, the rules or more so what was expected. A slow smile working over his face at some of the innuendo's but he could see where the man was coming from. "Well I don't tend to step on another's toes and usual do what is needed to keep things running smoothly. So I don't foresee us having issues. So I'd say we have an understanding."
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Post by Aloysius on Mar 24, 2018 1:03:50 GMT
Cappie squinted stare down the man a second longer than was needed measuring and considering. Nodding his head as things seemed to add up there was no foul intention nor inherent disrespect in his words. That being the case it was a simple matter of saying aye and moving about his errand.
"Alright Bucko ye’re in. Welcome to the realm and all it might hold for you. I’ll be redecorating the old premises and do a shindig sometime soon. " Withdrawing his journal he asked “Alright my man whats yore number te be reached at?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 1:23:46 GMT
Cris was never a man who said anything he didn't mean or lie. He never needed too nor did he desire too. So he had a feeling the MotC was probably trying to determine with his words his true intentions and Cris had no issues with that, he had nothing to hide on anything he said. Nodding once when he told Cris he was in and than spoke of a shindig which had the man smiling some. "Thank you, pleased to be here and look forward to seeing what LA has to offer."
Seeing the journal he smiled and would quickly offer up his cell number and even one better the direct like to his office for work. He didn't have issues with the MotC contacting him if needed. "So is there anything I need to know?" Curious if there was anything he needed to know since he was new.
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Post by Aloysius on Mar 24, 2018 2:53:11 GMT
Cappie was not one for much function without form and as such he was pretty straightforward. The Nimir asking such an open question he chuckled placing away his journal.
"That’ll do and yo’re welcome fer sure. As for what ye need to know well only time will tell. The thing of it is simple. Ye rule yer folks as ye see fit provided ye don’t give em reason to rebel. Ye or them screw up its on yore head. I say something needs doing ye get it done. Otherwise enjoy yore life, savvy?"
Catching sight of his procurer he smiled to Cristof. "Well that being what it is I’ll leave ye to it. I’ll be round ta visit ye soon enough give ye chance to settle in and meet the others."
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