Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 22, 2014 0:40:14 GMT
Gates sat thrumming his fingers at his usual table in Christians. He was presented with a very disturbing bit of news. The body count had reached five and rising. New Orleans was once the murder capital of the US and was never far out of the running, these deaths however were troubling as to their cause. The very nature of the deaths could not be ignored. He slowed his thinking down so as to properly behold logical courses of actions. On the one hand this was a matter t be accounted for by Remy the Kashyapa. On the other these happenings threatened to spill into the light of day disturbing the city as a whole.
Predations from without the city fell to him and the Kiss to attend. He had more than enough information to act against Chicago. It was well within his right and very much in the character of his old seeming. He restrained those impulses but just barely. He knew not everyone would or could see the folly of an attack against one of his court. Nor would those of his court understand that a united front against all predations was what would be necessary to insure that other cities understood that to stand against one was to stand against them all.
That left very few options that would not have Gates relapse to the conqueror in his blood. As such he decided to use this moment to ring out for the world to see how New Orleans handled those who would stand against the city from without or within. Looking to the doorway he awaited his good right arm to arrive.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 22, 2014 1:55:24 GMT
After waking and feeding then, a shower and dressing she checked all the emails and calls she needed to be caught up for the evening. There was a note left on her bed side table in one of the pommes handwriting that said christians and a time. Pulling her long black hair into a bun and pulling on a cropped black denim jacket over her buttercreme sleeveless blouse. Chidera almost always carried some manner of weaponry on her now most times silver edged because the things she fought wouldnt go down as easily as a human might. Tonight it was throwing knives in wrist straps and tucked into her black boots.
Out on the streets she smiled and put on her best human front, but also moved through the crowed like there was no one in her way able to weave and slice through space much faster than most could track. Looking at her watch and seeing she was on time but knew he'd have been early the door was pushed open. Eyes tracking around the place and smirking the whole thing was almost hilariously passe but they did brisk business. She could feel where he was and knew he could feel her as well. The dark beauty caught eyes but not to many as she moved and the deflection was on purpose, in her position one needed to be able to blend hide and sneak up on the target.
Sliding into the booth smoothly and giving him a soft wink, legs crossing. " so whats good to eat here?"
Laughing gently at her joke but then clearing her throat and opening the link between them enough so that they wouldn't need to keep speaking everything out loud. In his brain she spoke: The email you forwarded is disturbing Im guessing this is why we are here tonight.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 22, 2014 2:18:34 GMT
Gates smiled as her thoughts touched his. He nodded as he settled into the booth turning so as to seem to be watching the band play. They were not as good as Remy’s Revenge but they were passable enough. Passable enough that the soon to be meals didn’t notice the lack of charge or the free food and drinks. He watched as an over-inebriated waif was led to the rear private rooms to be drained of a half pint or two. He grimaced unconsciously. She was of legal age but just barely.
Waving his hand towards the gathered crowd of revelers. “While this is an institution eventually something will have to be done. But how is your evening so far Chidera?” He said wrapping his hand around his café au lait. Even as he had fed the warmth was welcoming.
Speaking to her mentally he said. ‘The matter has gone apace of manageable. As the Kashyapa has taken things into his own hands he is just as guilty as those who would impugn the sanctity of our fair city. As he could be of use we should not destroy him but the interlopers are yours, you have full rein to send a proper message.’
Gates flicked a gaze towards the bartender who despite the hospitality of Christians accepted a few dollars from an unknowing patron.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 22, 2014 4:58:17 GMT
watching the waif and quirking a brow then hearing him she nodded yes eventually things would change and who knew she might be the one sent to shut this all down. The words she heard in her mind made her lip quirk so people just assumed to come in and do wrong then get away with it. That would not be allowed ever again should she have a say in it. The processing of info was quick for her and with her tactical knowledge, the answer seemed easy to come up with but she knew it would be rough to act out.
First shed need know how many and how strong then how best to get the upper hand and make the message clear. Then shed need to handle Remy, the snake king had let things get out of hand instead of asking them for help now hed need to be punished as well but orders were not death. She could do that, drop him at her rulers feet broken and ready to wish for death. The others would be hunted down like, vermin and dispatched in creatively violent manners.
The thoughts in her head were making her smile almost to the point of, sensual sensation. Biting her lip and slowing the images knowing he could see them clear but aware that he'd indulge her in them as well. Lickin her top lip" seems I need to go hunting then always wanted a pair of snake skin boots."
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 23, 2014 21:18:18 GMT
‘Then may your hint be successful and as bloodless as they force things to be.’ Gates thought to her imagining what sorts of message could be sent insuring that unequivocally the errors of Sabin’s way could be mended. New Orleans was not to be trifled with. He would have hoped this message was inerent with the bloodshed the city had survived the catastrophes surmounted and the troubles survived. He sighed as he hoped that this was not the precursor to yet more troubles. If not he was prepared as much as any one city could be.
“On hopefully happier news how have your nights been thus far? I am hoping your new home has risen to embrace you as much as I have.” Gates said aloud as his gaze flitted across the crowd once more. The pickpocket he’d spotted previous nights in Christians seemed to be expanding his territory. She was a good though not fast nor stealthy enough to evade his eye. Everyone had to find their own path and as she had as yet worn out her welcome he merely smiled and nodded as she once again thought on the measure of him and would it be worth it to attempt a lift.
It was not and she as of yet had not screwed her courage to a sufficient level that she would attempt such a reckless act. He appreciated her survivors senses that spoke warnings in her ear as she slunk back into the crowd of revelers.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 24, 2014 1:01:55 GMT
She smiled softly and looked at him," this place is amazing, the smells and auras so much more interesting then the big apple. I should have visited here long ago. The magic is a bit to get used to but other then that I can find my way almost with my eyes closed and spent some time the other night on an evening air boat ride. The sounds and sights of the bayou at night are incredible and have a song all their own. "
It was the closest thing she had to her original home but different enough to hold her attentions. She'd spent time just walking some nights and then having to beat the sun home laughing as she just made it to bed before falling dead for the day. Dangerous game that was but she knew that there were enough crypts should she need one to get to. Chidera watched the girl and wondered if she should have a talk with her about her recklessness but for now she'd leave the little urchin be.
Turning to him she spoke" seems we are getting a good amount of visitors to the city looking to move here one in particular hit my radar seems the lions are getting a new Rex. He sounds like someone we could find helpful."
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Post by Gates on Aug 24, 2014 1:28:30 GMT
Gates nodded switching his gaze from the stage to the door way and back to Chidera," It is because of the population density. There is simply more room to be a true individual without having to force ones individuality on the world at large. As such more people are just themselves damning the consequences as they are so miniscule as to be nonexistent." He’d watched one of the nonaligned lycanthropes circle the club twice. It was a small thing but he w sure that they were up to some action he would prefer otherwise. There was a wariness about the wolf that alerted Gates that Arnaud was up to something. He would speak with the Ulfric after his time with Chidera.
Making mental note of the recent behavior of certain lycanthropes Gates marked it as something that needed his attention perhaps sooner than later. “I am glad you have been so diligent as well as managed to enjoy yourself. The pleasures we take are what give strength to our duties. I find that here its especially true. This could be a great city even with its constant air of magic.”
Gates nodded speaking in response to her statement in regards to the recent population explosion. “There will be an influx I suspect as it has been leaked that the city is welcoming of any with a strength to carve their own niche. It is an oversimplification but it should work as a clarion call so that we can fill our ranks before the next predations of the European Council."
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Post by Chidera on Aug 24, 2014 6:55:32 GMT
Chidera could not help the shutter that council gave her she had good days there but more bad. The place was like some strange tim burton movie blended with a historical romance. Creepy and stuffy all balled into one, plus the cast of characters was vicious back stabbing and calculating it had taught her so much.
" good because we need to be at our best if they come knocking they didn't take the slap dealt them by saint louis well and will look to make examples of the next group they take on."
She watched the weres in attendance, some behaved normally but others seemed on edge maybe that would tell them which groups felt threatened which they had extras of and who needed to be kept an eye on. She had a list of current clanned weres on her desk in the convent but there was a new list of unclanned and it was growing daily. Almost to the point they would have to stop fights amongst potential leaders if they weren't careful.
All of this went through, Chidera's head because she would be at the forefront of disputes. To many egos and powers in such tight places it was why they had the snake problem because one had gained to much power and no one had checked him before now. They couldn't afford it with another of the groups.
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