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 Van Doorn shoots an annoyed glance at Sykes as the Malkavian points out the lack of an 'ACTING' modifier next to his Prince title on the agenda. "What can I say?" he says, his shrug dripping with affected conciliation. "I was trying to cut down on ink." As the rest of the Primogen take their seats around the table, Van Doorn pulls out his new, smaller chair and pauses for a moment before sitting. "I suppose we should begin, then. Madam Ricci, if you would be so kind as to excuse yourself to the lobby until our business is concluded? We will call for you if we need you." With a small, secret smile arranged on her face in an attempt to deflect the insulting dismissal, the Keeper performs a graceful bow and departs up the aisle towards the lobby. "Well. I hope that this past week has been productive for you all," he says, steepling his fingers as the heavy door leading to the lobby clangs shut. "And I'm certain that we all have pressing business to attend to, so I'll not waste time with pleasantries. Why don't we cut right to the bone?" Van Doorn turns his attention to Sykes. "Mr. Sheriff, have you made any headway in your investigation into the murders of our former Prince and your former Primogen? Will you give us your report?"
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Boone The Nosferatu appears in his chair. Perhaps he was always there, but even if you had the skill and ability to see him, you did need the foresight to actually look. It's just something he likes to remind the rest of them from time to time. "If you wanted to save ink, Donny, you could dropped the title altogether. Don't bullshit a council of bullshitters." With that, he turns to Sykes, interested in what the Sheriff has to say.
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Anton Sykes Sykes chuckles, "I've been hunting Sabbat, not playing murder mystery. Besides, I'm pretty sure I already know who offed LaCroix, but where's the fun in me just telling you? Jack and Jill went up the hill to cut a little deal. Jill killed father and blamed another, then everything just went to poo poo. He shouldn't have opened it, but he did, and he was greeted... with a smile." He smirks. "As for Grout, we're still looking into it. Considering someone offed the Prince and the Sabbat are still running amok, kinda have bigger fish to fry."
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Virgil Maximilian Rubbing his forehead in exasperation. "Mr. Skyes if you know who murderer is perhaps you would be so kind as to give us the exact identity of the perpetrator rather than a riddle. As for the murder of Mr. Grout. If I am not mistaken, all evidence currently points to Ms. Xiao, Baron of Chinatown. If the evidence hadn't pointed Ms. Xiao, the Blood Hunt for Mr. Rodriguez would not have been called off. And I see no reason to doubt the current evidence." He says coldly. MinutePirateBug fucked around with this message at 03:30 on Jul 14, 2014 |
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Javier Montalves "Perhaps the bloodhunt for Mr. Rodriguez was called of prematurely. He has dropped out of sight. Perhaps he's gone to ground? Or perhaps it was the "Baron" of Chinatown, after all. We have many enemies, all of whom seek our destruction." He stops for a second. "Sheriff, you were hunting Sabbat. Did you FIND any Sabbat?"
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Boone "I have it on good authority that Xiao Ming is dead. Murdered, and not by her own people to hide their tracks." Hopefully that will put some thoughts into their heads. The Baroness of Chinatown was gone and the same party could have been behind other such crimes this past month.
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Anton Sykes Sykes thumps his elbows on the table, his leg slipping off the edge as he massages the bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched up as he addresses the Toreador's question, "Look, just because I'm Sheriff, doesn't mean I go sniffing up murder suspects like John Wayne. Last I checked," he pulls his hands away, looking the Toreador in the face [[See above photo. - Ed]], "which would be last week, I was tasked with wrangling Sabbat, so that's what I've been focusing on. You want hearsay and conjecture on who killed LaCroix, my pleasure, but that's a nice way of possibly pissing off the wrong people. It's a solid bet that the Wan Kuei were the ones that offed my predecessor, that wouldn't surprise me, I've heard weirder things... makes a hell of a lot more sense than any of the Anarchs doing it, that's for sure, they'd have nothing to gain by it and a lot to lose. The riddle is what my people got, I've got a theory on what it means, but this isn't Mrs. Struthers' math class and we can't cheat and look in the back of the book for the answers, so that's that." "You're a smart fella and you've got slick whiskers. Don't make me question my first impression." He turns to the Ventrue, "Not yet, but the Anarchs might be keen on helping us track 'em," he gives the Ventrue a slight smile which isn't mirrored in his eyes, "it's a good bet that they don't have any bigwig fleshcrafters or other Occult types still operating in the area, though, and they're the ones we have to watch out for most... they're the ones that like to organize, and throw meetings, and throw bones for the packs shovelheads to chase after. We'll find 'em. The more eyes watching, the faster we can put the lid on them. The lid that's clear and lets the sunlight through." Fuzz fucked around with this message at 03:48 on Jul 14, 2014 |
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Virgil Maximilian Gives a contrite nod to Skyes. "My apologies Mr. Skyes. I merely wished you to clarify the meaning behind your earlier statement. The children of Malkav are oft gifted with oracular insight, but for us not so gifted that insight can be frustrating and confusing. No one was tasked with the investigation of Mr. LaCroix death in the previous meeting. I did not expect anyone to have any new insights tonight. As for the Sabbat I am sure you are putting forth your best efforts. I understand espionage is not a tree which bears fruit easily. I do not doubt the Sabbat will eschew from contacting mortals and kindred as much as possible while they are licking their wounds, making your job even more difficult." He turns towards Boone. "As to you Mr. Boone. I question why you bring this up now. Mr. Montalves has just implied that he believes Mr. Rodriguez is the man responsible for the murders not our current prime suspect Ms. Xiao, and now you tell us Ms. Xiao is dead? Are you telling us that you too believe that Mr. Rodriguez can once again be considered the prime suspect? He was only exonerated due to evidence provided to us by the Nosferatu in the first place, so your word holds great weight here." MinutePirateBug fucked around with this message at 04:49 on Jul 14, 2014 |
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Valgor LaMont Valgor stifles a chuckle as Sykes calls attention to Virgil's immaculate mustache, but grows serious once more as conjecture arises in regards to the possible murderer of Ming Xiao. "In regards to the Sabbat, I've tasked some of the chantry's finest thaumaturgists to reveal to us the actions of the Sabbat and they continue to remain in hiding, silent and waiting. I don't know if it is more advantageous to us that they remain silent or if it is disconcerting." "Mr. Sykes, you'll have my continued support in this regard unless the council believes we should delegate that resource to determining the actions of the Anarchs? Before we engage in a hunt for heads, we should continue our hunt for facts." "That being my stance, I second Mr. Maximilian's inquiry. Mr. Boone, do you have any information that would implicate Mr. Rodriguez or at least place him in direct suspicion?"
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Horace Bryant "If Ming Xiao has truly met her final death we would be fools not to exploit the weakness of the Cathayans. We push them back into the sea and take what is rightfully ours. We could even have a chance to bring some Anarchs back into the fold by showing them that the Camarilla succeeded where their pitiful Anarch State failed."
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Boone "No, I have no evidence either way regarding Nines. I have a lot of people pointing fingers, but little evidence to back up their accusations. For any real proof either way, I need to dig. And I intend to continue doing so. Horace, I'd recommend against open warfare against the Cathayans. They're already prepared for a storm. Adding a bit more bluster won't shake them and it'll cost us too much of our own resources. Diplomacy is the best recourse there, but they're not willing to listen just yet. We just need time. That's something we all have in abundance."
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Van Doorn looks up, sparked with sudden interest as word is spread of the death of Ming Xiao, and of Bryant's suggestion that they go to war with the Cathayans. "If Ming Xiao is truly dead, the Cathayans must be disorganized and vulnerable," he says, a hint of excitement in his carefully controlled voice. "Perhaps the Anarchs downtown have also heard the rumors that that she-devil framed Nines for Grout's murder, and they took their revenge. Maybe that is why Nines is still lying low!" Van Doorn's eyes darted eagerly around the table as he licked his lips. "The Cathayans are strong, but I wonder... with their leader dead, are they strong enough to fend off both the Camarilla and the Anarchs?" The question hung heavy in the air for a long moment before the silence was broken by a short, repeated buzz. Irritated, Van Doorn pulled his Blackberry from his jacket pocket and rolled his eyes as he read the message. "Mr. Giovanni will be arriving shortly," he announced with a frown.
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Virgil Maximilian He takes a quick peak at his cellphone, to check on the time. He notices quite a number of text messages awaiting his attention, as well as the odd phone call or two, but he has muted his phone for this meeting. "We can discuss these issues in more detail after we have heard from Don Giovanni. If you would be so kind as to let him in."
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Anton Sykes Sykes chuckles at Boone's final comment. "Not as much as you think." He gives a lopsided grin as he leans back, flicking the origami off the table and off into the orchestra section somewhere, hooking his leg back over the corner of the table and leaning his head back into the corner of the tall seat, looking toward Van Doorn, "you can start a war with everybody, if you want, but your tenure'd probably last a lot shorter than LaCroix's, just saying. Anarchs or no, the Second Dead aren't to be hosed with, Ming Xiao or no... they're not like us, she's probably already been replaced and things are probably already back on track, they don't gently caress around with with this sort of bullshit." He makes a rather dismissive gesture at the table or maybe the entire room around them. "They do things like the Giovanni... they have their own definition of family. Staying on the Sabbat's rear end while they're weak seems like a smarter move right now... few more weeks, we can have them out of LA for good, and that'd be one less shoulder we've gotta keep glancing over."
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“He is here,” Van Doorn grimaces as he checks his Blackberry and slides it back into his pocket. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” he mutters. In the silence of the cavernous Nocturne, you can all hear the stage door open and close behind the curtains at the back of the theater, and the murmured words of welcome as Ricci escorts your visitor out on stage. Bruno Giovanni is tall and angular man, his milk-pale skin standing out in marked contrast to his dark suit. Accompanying him is an almost palpable cloud of heavy cologne, but even those of you without the heightened senses granted by the Discipline of Auspex can detect the unpleasant hints of formaldehyde and worse under the mask. “Would Don Giovanni care for a seat at the table?” Ricci tactfully inquires. “I can have a chair here in moments, if--…” A small but sharp gesture from Bruno cuts her off. “I do not plan on staying long. Thank you.” With a deferential nod of her head, the Keeper withdraws back behind the curtain, leaving Giovanni standing alone a few feet from the table, a leather satchel over his shoulder. His eyes pass slowly across the assembled Primogen, lingering briefly on Maximillian before settling on Van Doorn. A rigid smile on his face, the acting prince rises to his feet from his spot at the head of the table. “Don Giovanni, I am Prince Donald Van Doorn, and the esteemed gentlemen here at this table are the Primogen Council of Los Angeles. Allow me to introduce Mr. Javier Montalves, Mr. Valgor LaMont, Mr. Virgil Maximillian, Sheriff Anton Sykes, Mr. Derrick Boone, and Mr. Horace Bryant,” Van Doorn says as he moves clockwise around the table. “And gentleman,” he continues, turning to address the Primogen. “I presume I have the honor of introducing Don Bruno Giovanni, the esteemed head of the Giovanni family’s presence in Southern California.” He turns back to face the visitor, who has stood impassively through the introductions. “Don Giovanni, it pains me that, despite the many shared interests we have in this city, that this is the very first time we have the opportunity to meet you. I hope that this meeting is perhaps the first of what may become a fruitful and mutually beneficial relationship.” There is a long silence as Van Doorn completes his welcome, but the only response from Giovanni is a narrowing of his eyes. After an uncomfortable wait, Van Doorn awkwardly returns to his seat. At last Giovanni breaks his silence. “Regrettably, Prince Van Doorn, it seems you have misapprehended the purpose of my visit here tonight. I do not come to seek cooperation, but rather recompense for a wrong that has been done,” he says coldly, his voice pitched surprisingly high for such a grave-looking man. Van Doorn, caught off-guard by the harsh reception met by his friendly overture, leans forward in his chair. “Don Giovanni, I can assure you--…” Van Doorn immediately responds, but he trails off as he realizes that he has no idea what wrong Giovanni might be referring to, and that it might be wiser to let the elder vampire finish speaking before leaping to a denial. He sits back in his chair, and Giovanni continues. “I trust you have all heard of the Ankaran Sarcophagus? I should be surprised if the answer is no; for weeks, it was the object of a ridiculous degree of conjecture by those in this city with more sensationalism than sense. Rumors abounded that this tomb was the resting place of an elder Kindred of great power. Perhaps even an Antediluvian!” he says, waving his hand in a pseudo-mystical gesture, as though to highlight his low opinion of all who might share such foolish speculations. “Nevertheless, it is an artifact of immeasurable historical and occult value to serious scholars, and it is an artifact that my family and I went to considerable expense to obtain.” A quiver of tightly controlled anger enters Giovanni’s voice. “Most importantly, however, it is an artifact that, two weeks ago, agents of your Prince LaCroix infiltrated my home during a family gathering and destroyed my security forces to steal. And that is why I have come before you this night… I demand satisfaction for this transgression.” FiddlersThree fucked around with this message at 01:57 on Jul 15, 2014 |
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Javier Montalves "La Croix's actions were his own, and has suffered final death, which should provide your clan some measure of satisfaction, I hope?"
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Anton Sykes "Yeah, that sarcophagus went boom, and took him with it," Sykes makes an exploding hand gesture for emphasis. "But then, not that surprising he wanted it so badly, considering his proclivities..." Sykes seems entirely too cheerful all of a sudden, his hung leg kicking the air playfully as he laces his fingers together in front of him, a contented smile on his face.
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Valgor LaMont Seeing that Don Giovanni was none too amused, Valgor attempts to discern what he seeks in way of satisfaction. "Mr. Giovanni, you have my apologies for the loss of the artifact that was stolen and destroyed under the former Prince LaCroix's command. However, as mentioned by my fellow Primogen, LaCroix has met his final death. To rectify this wrong and cultivate civility between our parties, how might we give you the satisfaction you seek?"
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As Sykes relaxes back in his chair, kicking his foot playfully, he draws a quick glance and crease of the brow from Giovanni, but the look is drowned and forgotten as Van Doorn leans forward sharply in his chair. "What did you say?" the Acting Prince gasps in astonishment. "Are you implying that the Ankaran Sarcophagus is what killed Prince LaCroix?" With most of the table's attention on Van Doorn, Giovanni stands silent and motionless as granite.
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Boone "I think our Sheriff is implying just that. La Croix wanted it, whatever his motives. If someone procured it for him, it would be just the bait for an explosive trap. I never gave him much credit for deep thinking." Boone steeples his long fingers, watching their guest. He's a quiet one, not given to body language. He's either smart, well-trained, old, or all of the above. "The witch raises a good question, though. With the sarcophagus gone, what is it that you're looking for, Don Giovanni?"
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Anton Sykes Sykes chuckles at Boone's comment, "Look at his face, that posture... maybe he's afraid the jig is up, and his people were the ones that booby-trapped the drat thing, ha! That'd be pretty clever. Totally dickheaded, but clever. But I'm sure the Giovanni wouldn't do something terrible like that..."
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Boone posted:"The witch raises a good question, though. With the sarcophagus gone, what is it that you're looking for, Don Giovanni?" "Compensation," Giovanni replied, turning his dead eyes on the Nosferatu, "for the damage to my security forces, for the disruption to our family gathering, for the theft -- and apparently the destruction -- of an irreplaceable artifact of immeasurable worth..." he paused, scanning the faces of the Primogen. "And most of all, for the insult your former Prince has shown to the Giovanni by so crass a violation of our territory. A Significant Boon or the equivalent from each of you and we would consider this debt settled." Sykes posted:"Look at his face, that posture... maybe he's afraid the jig is up, and his people were the ones that booby-trapped the drat thing, ha! That'd be pretty clever. Totally dickheaded, but clever. But I'm sure the Giovanni wouldn't do something terrible like that..." You hadn't imagined that Giovanni's tone could grow colder than it had already been, but his words carried a chill like an Arctic wind as he fixed his gaze on Sykes. "And now you see fit to add insult to insult. I would have expected a Primogen -- even a Malkavian -- to know better than to level such an accusation. Especially since your Nosferatu brethren were the only other party who even knew that the Giovanni were in possession of the Sarcophagus, and who undoubtedly conveyed that information to LaCroix and his agents. If you seek to implicate my family in his death, you are necessarily implicating your fellow Primogen."
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"I cannot say for certain whether or not everyone at this table supports the idea of offering some form of compensation to you for the loss of the Sarcophagus," Van Doorn says, finally finding his voice. "But I believe that I can speak for everyone when I say that your demand borders on the ludicrous. You cannot seriously expect the Camarilla to entertain the idea of indebting our Primogen to you to such a degree over what was -- if what Sheriff Sykes says is true -- nothing more than a ticking time bomb. Especially one which killed our Prince, whether you were aware of it or not." Van Doorn leans forward in his chair, gesturing widely with his hands. "At best, you have a possible claim to press against the Camarilla for the violation of your Domain and for the damage to your security team. Overplay your hand, Don Giovanni, and you may end up with less than you may deserve." For a long moment, the only sign that Giovanni had even heard Van Doorn was the slightest tightening in the muscles of his jaw. "For the unfortunate role reportedly played by this artifact in the death of your Prince, I am willing to offer some consideration," he says at last, a hint of conciliation in his voice. "I would hear what the Camarilla feels is a fair price to pay for the damage it has done."
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Giovanni's head turned slowly towards the Montalves as the Ventrue primogen volunteers to carry the weight of paying for LaCroix's intrusion alone. As Montalves finishes speaking, Giovanni's eyes rove around the table once more, as though gauging the liklihood of any of the other primogen similarly stepping forward. "How dismaying that only one among you understands the meaning of responsibility," Giovanni says slowly. His eye gleams as the barest hint of a sneer curls his lip. "Say what you will about the Cathayans; at least they pay their debts." Finally turning back towards Montalves, Giovanni inclines his head. "I accept your offer, Mr. Montalves. Five hundred thousand dollars in cash (2 points) and a boon of moderate size, and the Giovanni will consider this matter settled." ...with your clan, at least, his frosty expression seems to add as his gaze picks its way about the table. With the slightest of bows, Giovanni turns his back on the table and nods towards Ricci, who hurries forward to take his arm. For those who know her well, the speed at which she moves to escort Giovanni out belies some hint of anxiety or distress underneath her smiling facade. A few moments later, the sound of the stage door closing carries through the empty theater, followed by the rapid clatter of Ricci's heels across the stage floor. With only the shadow of a glance at the table of primogen, she shoots like an arrow up the aisle between the remaining seats and through the doors to the lobby. "Well," Van Doorn said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands on his lap. "I believe we were discussing a possible push to drive the Cathayans out of Los Angeles once and for all? I know there are some among you with ties to the Anarchs; would they support us in this endeavor, if we asked?"
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Virgil Maximilian He rubs the bridge of his nose. "If we are to make peace with the Anarchs, things need to change. LaCroix's dead hand will keep appearing to hinder our efforts to rebuild or make peace with our neighbors and we cannot have every kindred that fool LaCroix wronged coming to lay blame at our feet. It doesn't help that our acting Prince is a Ventrue who served under LaCroix. I think it is time we change our leadership to show our neighbors we are not simply continuing the LaCroix's reign with LaCroix the second."
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Javier Montalves Montalves clears his throat. "If I may interrupt for a moment, I have some new business that touches on the underlying question of cooperation with the anarchs. I have been in discussion with Isaac Abrams, the "baron" of Hollywood, and he has indicated that he may not be completely unwilling to rejoin the Camarilla given the right circumstances. If we could bring him and his group back, it would strengthen our position substantially."
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Virigil Maximilian What are his conditions? MinutePirateBug fucked around with this message at 22:03 on Jul 19, 2014 |
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Javier Montalves "It's not yet been discussed", Montalves answers, "But I'm certain whatever his conditions are, we can meet them. Mr. Abrams is a skilled negotiator, but we also have skilled negotiators. But I wanted to inform the council of this and make sure we were in agreement before I proceeded."
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Anton Sykes "I'm still wonderin' why Don Necrophiliac brought up the Cathayans... we didn't. Wonder if they've got a deal..."
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Javier Montalves "I wouldn't be surprised. The Giovanni make deals fairly readily. But back to the subject at hand, what should we offer Mr. Abrams? More to the point, what is off the table, and unacceptable to offer him?"
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Anton Sykes "He's a Toreador... let HIM be the Keeper of Elysium and let him set it up in that abandoned Chinese Theater downtown... might be a good way to show the Anarchs we've turned over a new leaf and the regime has changed... this place has a bad vibe."
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Javier Montalves "He may demand the continued independence of Hollywood, with himself as Prince. Is that acceptable, or must we demand that Hollywood become part of the princedom of Los Angeles?"
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Anton Sykes "How is that rejoining the Camarilla? That's carving out your own little fief, and letting everyone know, "gently caress you, got mine." He wants to go legit, he's gotta follow the rules, same as everybody else."
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Jul 20, 2014 02:08
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Virgil Maximilian Javier.. Is this a hypothetical demand? Or has he actually told you what he wants to rejoin the Camarilla as Prince of Hollywood? MinutePirateBug fucked around with this message at 09:50 on Jul 20, 2014 |
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Jul 20, 2014 03:54
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