Catulle
Hero
The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:55, 11/30/2002
Carrick, Jemal, Nathaniel and Sabrina
Nathaniel frowned at Sabrina's quiet exclaimation, stealing a look at Jemal as he did so. "This is neither the time or the placefor such exposition; that will come over time, my child. First, you must learn... restraint." He placed a slender finger over his lips as he spoke, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper by the end of the word. "You have dealt with your thirst. Now, you must be introduced." He swept his hand, palm upward towards the well-groomed man at his side. "Jemal, you know of Mr Carrick Ashton by reputation already, and Mr Ashton I have spoken of my childe to you before now. Now I introduce you formally. And, of course, my neice, Sabrina."
Carrick offered a hand to Jemal, who shook it politely. He then turned his attention down to Sabrina, after a brief glance towards Nathaniel. She got the distinct, though not unpleasent sensation that the elder gentleman was scrutinising her most intently. "The resemblance is fantastic, Mr Montague. It's almost precisely as I remember her, in fact. Save for the years, of course..." He caught himself mid-sentence, a pang of something (empathy?) flashing across his face. "I'm positively charmed to meet you at last, Sabrina. Your Uncle has written of you often these past few years."
A look passed between the two elders. "If you would attend us," Nathaniel began, "we have yet to complete the evening's formalities and Mr Ashton would have you both meet his own protege." They started to walk, slowly, towards the striking woman in a red dress the compliment of Carrick's coat across the room. Jemal fell in step a little behind his sire, offering his hand to Sabrina as he went.
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Caitlyn and Valentine
"Excellent." Valentine's smile widened, showing perfect teeth, "Then I'll have you called when it's time for your piece." He checked his watch, "If you'll excuse me, I should attend to a few final details. Believe me when I say you've done very well for yourself tonight, Cate. Very well indeed."
The man at the corner table seemed very tall, even when sitting, though the lighting at his seat was poor and Caitlyn could make out little else other than his figure. She could have sworn that he was looking at her in that moment, however.
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Gabriel and Nikolai
As the tension heightened between the pair, Nikolai felt the scrutiny of others upon him, a creeping sensation that was only magnified by his suserior senses. Gabriel could see the trio of elder Tremere over the other's shoulder watching them with faces as impassive as masks.
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Elizabeth, Max and Morgan
After a minute or so, Morgan turned to Max, as did her companion. Both smiled, though Max felt the gorgeous spectacle from the blonde was little more than the prelude to the hunt. "Max. We thought we'd lost you, there." Morgan put out both hands to him, a curious gesture, considering her recent distance. This is Elizabeth Shaw, my sire." She inclined her head towards the blonde, "She's recently come to the city to stay, so you'll be seeing more of each other in the future."
Elizabeth looked Max up and down, "I should hope so, Morgan." She put out a hand to Max, running it down the material of his sleeve, "I've heard about you, Max. Your passions, familiarity with the city and your excellent taste... Morgan should be very proud of you. You seem a credit to her, and to your line." Morgan took a single step backwards, leaving the two a fraction more space to converse.
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Vychtorya
Vychtorya sensed the proximity of Carrick a fraction of a second before she saw him approaching her, accompanied by the Montague family. He seemed at his ease, and his eyes betrayed nothing but good humour. They flickered across to the corner table, then back to her, though he never broke his easy stride.
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00:55, 11/30/2002
Carrick, Jemal, Nathaniel and Sabrina
Nathaniel frowned at Sabrina's quiet exclaimation, stealing a look at Jemal as he did so. "This is neither the time or the placefor such exposition; that will come over time, my child. First, you must learn... restraint." He placed a slender finger over his lips as he spoke, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper by the end of the word. "You have dealt with your thirst. Now, you must be introduced." He swept his hand, palm upward towards the well-groomed man at his side. "Jemal, you know of Mr Carrick Ashton by reputation already, and Mr Ashton I have spoken of my childe to you before now. Now I introduce you formally. And, of course, my neice, Sabrina."
Carrick offered a hand to Jemal, who shook it politely. He then turned his attention down to Sabrina, after a brief glance towards Nathaniel. She got the distinct, though not unpleasent sensation that the elder gentleman was scrutinising her most intently. "The resemblance is fantastic, Mr Montague. It's almost precisely as I remember her, in fact. Save for the years, of course..." He caught himself mid-sentence, a pang of something (empathy?) flashing across his face. "I'm positively charmed to meet you at last, Sabrina. Your Uncle has written of you often these past few years."
A look passed between the two elders. "If you would attend us," Nathaniel began, "we have yet to complete the evening's formalities and Mr Ashton would have you both meet his own protege." They started to walk, slowly, towards the striking woman in a red dress the compliment of Carrick's coat across the room. Jemal fell in step a little behind his sire, offering his hand to Sabrina as he went.
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Caitlyn and Valentine
"Excellent." Valentine's smile widened, showing perfect teeth, "Then I'll have you called when it's time for your piece." He checked his watch, "If you'll excuse me, I should attend to a few final details. Believe me when I say you've done very well for yourself tonight, Cate. Very well indeed."
The man at the corner table seemed very tall, even when sitting, though the lighting at his seat was poor and Caitlyn could make out little else other than his figure. She could have sworn that he was looking at her in that moment, however.
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Gabriel and Nikolai
As the tension heightened between the pair, Nikolai felt the scrutiny of others upon him, a creeping sensation that was only magnified by his suserior senses. Gabriel could see the trio of elder Tremere over the other's shoulder watching them with faces as impassive as masks.
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Elizabeth, Max and Morgan
After a minute or so, Morgan turned to Max, as did her companion. Both smiled, though Max felt the gorgeous spectacle from the blonde was little more than the prelude to the hunt. "Max. We thought we'd lost you, there." Morgan put out both hands to him, a curious gesture, considering her recent distance. This is Elizabeth Shaw, my sire." She inclined her head towards the blonde, "She's recently come to the city to stay, so you'll be seeing more of each other in the future."
Elizabeth looked Max up and down, "I should hope so, Morgan." She put out a hand to Max, running it down the material of his sleeve, "I've heard about you, Max. Your passions, familiarity with the city and your excellent taste... Morgan should be very proud of you. You seem a credit to her, and to your line." Morgan took a single step backwards, leaving the two a fraction more space to converse.
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Vychtorya
Vychtorya sensed the proximity of Carrick a fraction of a second before she saw him approaching her, accompanied by the Montague family. He seemed at his ease, and his eyes betrayed nothing but good humour. They flickered across to the corner table, then back to her, though he never broke his easy stride.
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