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| An Unusual Red-Light Rendez-Vous...; Tag Andryusha | |
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| Topic Started: Monday, 21. January 2008, 12:05 (168 Views) | |
| Michael Green | Monday, 21. January 2008, 12:05 Post #1 |
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It was a sign of good faith as much as it was to keep up the arrogance of his public persona that led Michael Green to arrive in the celebrated skid row. Of course, it helped that he knew the area well; even if crime wasn’t still rife within the dark alleys that lay beyond the glamorised neon, he had once been mortal. And “Pig Alley” had at one point more to offer him than an easy source of information and a market for the fearful. It was amazing how much some people talked when they were getting... Well, when they were happy. Michael had taken a taxi into the district, preferring not to draw attention to his presence. Even an arrogant Ventrue would perhaps look to hide their presence in such an area. However, he was in constant contact with his expanded team of retainers, all of whom knew full well that this was a meeting not to be disturbed unless considered extremely urgent. Such as Malloy’s murder (or attempt), or the detonation of a nuclear warhead in the centre of Hyde Park. Looking over, his eyes fell upon the shut building that ‘Mr. Johnson’ had referred to over the telephone. It was fairly simple and slight movement to find himself on the inside, and to the top floor. The blueprints had been studied in detail, in case of an emergency, and even though he lacked the supernatural speed or secrecy of some Kindred, Michael was still fast and skilled enough to do so without being spotted. After all, there were more enticing views on the streets outside. He had no doubt that Andryusha had arranged some form of sensor equipment to inform – or warn– of a visitor’s presence here. And considering a meeting wasn’t viable without company, Michael made no move to hinder such functions. Besides, it added to the portrayed arrogance. |
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| Andryusha | Tuesday, 22. January 2008, 09:36 Post #2 |
The one and only
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“ETA on Green?” “He’s in the area. Can’t imagine it’s for the ladies either.” “Send word to Andrei. He’s been looking forward to this.” Andryusha’s Childe didn’t even take his eyes off the screen as he watched the well sculpted Sheriff move through the dregs of Paris. Wart had his fingers type the text to his superior without even looking, still concentrating perhaps a little too much on the figure. He didn’t really think much of some poor shmuck that Malloy had drafted as a stand in, and would probably retire with a shotgun, but he was mainly wishing he could watch the apartment footage that only Johnson could watch. This was mainly because of that very mans outlook on Toreadors and Ventrue, he wondered what the primogen would do based on prejudice alone. Andrei ignored the silent vibrate against his chest, knowing perfectly well what it was concerning. After all, he was tailing Green. While he had seen the face before, the man was different to any photograph. The swagger of a Ventrue was something he loathed, and this one was positively icy when it came to dealings – his expertise ranging from the Government to Terrorism. Arrogance was the largest problem Andrei had when stomaching a Ventrues manners, but he hoped rather bleakly that this soul would be different to his master. Upon walking through the sinful street, he noticed that Green had an unwelcome degree of caution to this meeting. That could only mean to the Primogen that Michael had plans on making it turn sour. He was wearing usual garments of plain black, except this time with no intention of a mask or helmet, an out of time Fedora to shroud his face from mortals. Stopping outside the store, the Nosferatu vanished from sight and sound as he plucked the phone from his pocket and placed a call. “Wart, make sure that we are not disturbed. Send some agents if you would be so kind.” He glanced at his own establishment with certain concern. “I don’t trust him.” The skeletal figure wrapped his claws around the door handle, and with a glance around him, entered the out of place business of a private detective. “Mr. Green.” Andryusha spoke before seeing the man, after treading carefully up a flight of stairs. When his face finally pulled up from a bow to keep his grotesque features secure, the false eye granted by obfuscate was rolling in the socket, not really wanting this man to know a weak spot. “I believe proper introductions are in order. I am Andryusha Dmitri March, Nosferatu Primogen of Paris.” He did not offer a hand, but gave a small bow of the head again as a sign of welcome to those he had respect for. “And I believe we have business to attend to.” OOC: Question: Is this before or after the blood hunt announcement? Same with Juka I suppose, but its just curiosity and something to put in the posts. |
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| Michael Green | Wednesday, 23. January 2008, 01:03 Post #3 |
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>OOC: Question: Is this before or after the blood hunt announcement? Same with >Juka I suppose, but its just curiosity and something to put in the posts. OOC: Answer: I think it's before both, tbh, as until Juka replies, I can't say what's gone on there, and that situation appears to be before the bloodhunt. But, can set the bloodhunt before the Juka situation I s'pose, and this happening in between. In fact, might as well - will point it out in the post.  >The skeletal figure wrapped his claws around the door handle, and with a glance >around him, entered the out of place business of a private detective. "Mr. >Green." Andryusha spoke before seeing the man, after treading carefully up a >flight of stairs. When his face finally pulled up from a bow to keep his grotesque >features secure, the false eye granted by obfuscate was rolling in the socket, not >really wanting this man to know a weak spot. "I believe proper introductions are >in order. I am Andryusha Dmitri March, Nosferatu Primogen of Paris." He did not >offer a hand, but gave a small bow of the head again as a sign of welcome to >those he had respect for. "And I believe we have business to attend to." Michael didn't bother to fake a reaction to the sight of the Primogen. The truth was that outward appearances were something other people concentrated on. He simply returned Anrdyusha's slight head bow, and allowed a smile on his face, immediately following it up with his usual charm. "Mr. March, I am Michael Green, and as Mr. Malloy has appointed me to the role of interim sheriff, I though it best to introduce myself to each of the Primogen. As a way of breaking the ice and to show my respect. "Of course, meeting Mr. Samuel Jones is now out of the question. As a courtesy, I wish to extend my resources to you in act of protection, lest this attack was merely the first. I understand that such an offer is probably unnecessary and might be regarded as something other than the innocent offer it is, but I feel it is my place to make such a proposal in any case. "With the formalities out of the way, I was also wondering what your position might be, personally, regarding my appointment. Let me state for the record now that I am not Malloy's lapdog but a servant of the Camarilla, and therefore no-one shall be treated as above the laws of our kind. However, I have no lust for a position of power, and view this office as simply a matter of course in the current climate; throwing my weight around is certainly not my style. I wish to co-operate completely with the Kindred in this city provided they break no laws, and hope that such dealings can lead to a more amicable future for all involved." |
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| Andryusha | Wednesday, 30. January 2008, 04:17 Post #4 |
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The Nosferatu smirked at the remark about Jones, even if it were insensitive or inappropriate. At the end of the day, the primogen could only manage a pretty face to fool mortals with, and they left themselves exposed to indulge in what they pleased. Weak is a strong word, but they weren’t good enough. “You would presume right Mr. Green. I do not require such protection; I have an entire clan who provide that. I will however aid you in such an act. I believe the perpetrator was not random in the attack, and the evidence certifies it was Kalhan Mali.” The Primogen scratched his lower left eyelid. He was adamant she hadn’t left Paris and haven with the Sabbat wouldn’t be foolish to think. “And as for you position...” he stopped and mused over it. He didn’t like Malloy, didn’t like the fact that association with Caitiff resulted in a good mans’ death, and this new face was appointed so suddenly. “If I am blunt with you Mr. Green, you happened to have been there when he was doling out titles. Little thought and brash thinking is all Malloy is good for, especially when coupled with his lust for violence. I do not like the man and I only pay him respect when it is due. So Mr. Green, I ask that you forgive me for lack of confidence in you.” There was lack of anything in his voice, showing no sympathy but all the same distain was absent. In truth, Green had done nothing wrong and chances were Malloy would have made life difficult if he refused. “I will not think of you as a lapdog if you prove to me just that. Reputation is there to be earned, and when I see you are not a pawn to Malloy then you will have my respect. No sooner.” He crossed his arms as he stood still before the door, not having taken a seat in the old and worn apartment. He did however keep eye contact without uttering another syllable. |
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| Michael Green | Tuesday, 19. February 2008, 21:12 Post #5 |
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OOC: Managed to post! Woohoo! Will keep trying to keep up, but with the dissertation film looming, I can't be certain how much free time I will have for the next few weeks. IC: So far, the conversation was going about as well as could be expected. Michael had no doubt that everyone would assume his position had been handed to him as a favour to his sire, given that he shared the same clan as Malloy. Whilst it meant most would distance themselves given the same situation, Michael embraced it. After all, he was striving to maintain a certain demeanour, and if he could stop even the Nosferatu before him from thinking differently, then he was doing something right. “Kalhan Mali... A lone kindred that enters the town, introduces herself to the Prince, then is simply content to murder a member of the Primogen? Whilst I do not doubt the reliability of your information, the believability of the situation does seem a little... stretched. An the blood hunt called out on the subject might be considered a little convenient. “Which, to me, means that Kalhan would be best taken alive. After all, if Samuel Jones was the target, then the targeting seems very specific. Which suggests a larger reason, possibly personal, possibly... financial, for Mali at least. Either way, it must be ascertained if Mali was working alone to begin with, or if she was simply the first to make such a move within this city.” |
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