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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 10, 2016 0:59:24 GMT
Vincent had barely been able to get acquainted with the town before being called in by the Tremere to announce himself. No doubt he was expected to make a good first impression as he understood that the Tremere seemed to be having a rough time in the city, and he was considered something of prize stock to some elders. Needless to say, he felt slightly nervous meeting the Prince, even if it was the Prince of some no-name sink-hole. The Tremere had instilled a sense of proper etiquette into his mind (As well as ways to work around it), and he knew that the Camarilla titles were worthy of the utmost respect, even if the Tremere Pyramid meant just that little bit more. So he showed his credentials as he made his way into the Silverbird Art Institute, and entered the office of this small town Prince.
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Feb 11, 2016 0:46:28 GMT
He'd be lead inside by a womaan, dressed in a red vest and black slacks. She looked very formal, and announced him as he walked into the building. He'd pass art from the different eras, from the dark ages...the Tudors... even a few modern works. They were all neatly framed, in a very sterile environment.
After he would arrive to her rather lavish, if not Victorian looking office, the servant would offer him a seat and rush to get the prince. One thing he would notice right away, is an urn sitting on a shelf, with his clan symbol on it. "Jorgan" being inscribed on it.
As he looked around more, he would see another Tremere.... this one, a rather big name from Vegas. In this painting, he'd be seen with Robin, and a much smaller looking version of the redhead he'd met a few nights ago.
Either way, he'd be alerted to the Prince arriving by her foot steps, the tall toreador would enter. She was dressed quite lavishly for a small town prince, a gown of red with a slight glitter to it. A necklace of diamonds adorned her neck. She always over dressed when the neonates were around.
"You must be Vincent, a pleasure." She purred, sauntering to take a perch on her desk, chin lifted slightly as she watched him.
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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 11, 2016 2:40:28 GMT
Vincent gazed upon the Prince and made a curt bow and a very sweeping gesture with his hand as he took off his hat.
"Indeed I am, my Prince. I hail from Boston, and have arrived to assist with any external threats that may be hampering our dear city, particularly ones of the less conventional variety. I would also, with your permission of course, like to establish a haven for myself within this fine city."
*Vincent looks towards some of the paintings*
Vincent, though this not being any sort of passion of his, found himself intrigued by some of these paintings. He understood that Toreador loved their artwork, and the less original works along the office and hallway he even managed to recall. (Academics 3 in action folks) There seemed to be much he could learn from history, even now. What sort of knowledge did those of the ancient days hold he wonders? How much of it has been lost? He would regain it all.
*He seems to stare at one of the modern works*
"Interesting to see how things have changed over the ages, it's almost like a taking a walk through time..."
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Feb 12, 2016 6:27:32 GMT
Robin did so love it when someone was polite, especially the new generation. Yet he was of clan Tremere, a house she had great respect for, despite the recent...failings. "Boston? A lovely town, I met my husband in Boston." Her eyes shifted momentarily to the painting hanging near by of her small family, then back to her guest.
"Certainly has changed a lot in the past five centuries... but I do enjoy the current one, the glowing rectangles and book of faces." She jested, before relaxing slightly.
"Another Tremere sent here? I admit I'm shocked...but you're welcome here, certainly. I suggest seeking out Everly if you need anything, she's my da...childer, smart little thing. She'll have connections."
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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 12, 2016 21:26:28 GMT
Daughter? Interesting. It's not like a Prince to slip up like that. That being said, it would be pretty classless to take advantage, so Vincent stayed his tongue, maintaining his trademark smile.
"Well I'll certainly make sure to seek her out then. And of course, thank you for welcoming me, I have a haven already set up, but I'll most likely also be spending a great deal of time within the Chantry, so locating me shouldn't be of any difficulty. And if I may make the offer, if you require any assistance confirming certain individuals...Family origins, shall we say, do not hesitate to call upon me. It is something of a speciality."
He kept on smiling, wondering if he went too far with that last comment. But he'll need to make himself useful if he really wants to make something of himself here. And where better to start with what you're good at?
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Feb 13, 2016 0:24:29 GMT
The prince was listening, watching him casually...though behind her eyes she was searching him, as if trying to read his very soul. She had ancient eyes...
"The Chantry?...Oh dear, well, perhaps you should speak to Everly about such things as well. She may be able to direct you, seeing her closeness to the last of your clan to live in this city." Yes, she was going to pass that tragic news off on her daughter. She wasn't wanting to deal with that tonight.
"Oh, I'm sure that will prove useful. Speaking of childer and their sires...Did you bring me a present?"
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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 13, 2016 2:08:24 GMT
Vincent has been, unfortunately, expecting this. After all, many Princes exact some small degree of tribute from their newest residents as sign of power. Vincent was never fond of the idea really, he always imagined those who do finding their rooms awfully cluttered by the end of it. That said, he did have a small gift. You see, Vincent loved little tricks. All the classic magician plays. Vincent wasn't particularly talented at magic tricks, though he knew about a few. He could do the Doublelift. His favourite tricks though were acts of concealment. It's why he took a shine to hidden weapons. Very Occult. Very secretive. Very Victorian. Played to the stereotype of his own clan as well. Perfect for him. Also handy when a nasty kindred was hunting you because you were a "Masquerade Breach". Perhaps, he thought, he could part with at least one his little tricks. I mean, it's not like this was the only hidden blade he had and he had made a habit at this point of acquiring such things, especially canes, even if it was his BEST one. Again, all part of the stereotype. The mask. He twirled his cane once. "Mmmmmm... There is little I could offer that you do not already have, but maybe, a small trinket of utility, although I hope the need should never come to pass." He partially unsheathes the cane, revealing a rather long sword underneath. He then quickly sheathes it back, not wanting to leave the rather unpleasant implication that he was threatening the Prince with a weapon. He then leans over and hands her the handle. "I hope I can do the bare modicum of not displeasing with such a gift." He hoped his improvisation worked. He knew he had little that she had wanted, and he also knew that this was a test. He needed to look prepared and confident. Hopefully he did.
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Feb 13, 2016 4:18:48 GMT
The prince glanced at the cane, there was amusement on her face. "Oh, sweet child..." She'd go as far as to laugh, but not AT him...but at her self. She clasped her hands together and stood before him, tall and elegant. "I meant did you bring me Max and Ally, the vampires I insisted be hunted down..." She could all but see that he was bluffing his way through the court etiquette that was expected. She'd look over her shoulder, and motion to a vase on her desk. Resting in it was a single black rose, frozen in time, and likely made of synthetics. She'd speak, "The last Tremere who came to me, carried that all the way from Vegas...a gift from my husband, . He also hails from your clan, though I'm afraid if you know his name, you likely have heard the rumors..." She'd shrug, and gently place a hand on the cane, easing it back to Vincent. "I don't expect neonates to throw gifts at my feet, I simply ask that they listen to the guidance of a vampire as old as I."
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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 13, 2016 16:15:04 GMT
Ouch. That was a mis-calculation. Now it was his turn to slip up. Ah well. "Welllll, at least I'll still have my favourite walking stick then. As for Mr ... I am... Very new here. But I am in no position to pry nor do I wish to in all honestly. As far as I'm concerned it's not my purview unless it pertains to the greater being of my clan of the Ivory Tower as a whole." Vincent's smile seemed rather muted in his answer. He honestly didn't really care all that much, and he didn't want to pry into the personal affairs of the Princes' Husband, but he couldn't help but be slightly curious. He never liked secrets being kept from him. Fortunate then, that there were far more pressing matters at hand. He looked at the synthetic Rose in what appeared to be admiration. He was still young, and remembered what it was like to go to such absurd lengths for others, even if there was no apparent benefit in it for themselves. His smile broadened a little more as he got back on topic. "Well, I'll make sure to listen then. But yes, where was I...? Ah, right. I have the two you ordered for, I can bring them to you right now if you wish, they are currently in the back of my vehicle awaiting judgement. *Vincent's Vehicle is just outside in a dark alley just a 30 second walk outside the building.*
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Feb 16, 2016 23:18:07 GMT
Robin would smirk to herself, "I'm sure you'll meet him sometime... he's quite impressive. Oh, and if Eve says he's Cane, she's exaggerating... he merely lowered his bloodline temporarily once and scared some Sabbat Dogs... was her favorite bed time story. Oh, that's a thing with Everly... she's such a daddy's girl."
She'd shrug her shoulders, "And that reminds me...a new Regent is being sent down, you'll meet him in a few days."
"As for my doomed neonates, by all means, bring them in. Its torture to drag this mess out."
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Post by wizzrobe on Feb 17, 2016 2:26:27 GMT
"Hehe, that's sweet. It's always a pleasure to meet another member of the family in any-case."
Vincent straightens his collar a little bit.
"Well I suppose I should go out and quickly get our local criminals then. Never been one to stand on ceremony for such things..."
*He goes out and fetches the staked neonates, makes sure, he's out of sight, and returns within the minute*
*He proceeds to more or less drop the bodies a few feet in front of her*
"I suppose we should get this over with then. Chin up kiddos, you still have a few moments of life left. Savor it while you can. No reason to go out without a smile, eh?"
Vincent seems to be very chipper for someone about to see an execution. A lot more so than his more exasperated position just prior to retrieving.
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