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[WoD] A Beginning to the End -- New York By Night

Taking his sire's advice, Paul moves towards the rear of the room, unsure if he should be expectant or worried by Mathew's words. This feeling of confusion only deepens with the non-arrival of the Prince, only relieved by the Seneschal's little speech.

"Good that the Prince will be here soon. People seem a little tense tonight." Paul says to Mathew, studying the crowded Maze. He drifts closer to Hadrian, listening in on his conversation with the somewhat exotically dressed Kindred.
 

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At the pier
"Very good," the gentleman says to the pair. "I will ferry this to Boston -- its owner's anger and pain should have tied it to this object somehow. You did make sure to follow the instructions I provided to the letter, correct?"

"Yeah, we made her drink it first -- but we didn't do the deed. We slipped it to a juicebag she was jiving on," the wiry man says. "She took him in the back -- and we waited. Took too long -- so we went in to find her; someone else had already done the job. I swear; ain't like the Maze down there. At least when you're in there, clientele's respectable -- they don't tend to cut you limb from limb. So we took it."

"Does anyone else know of this transaction," the gentleman asks in a whisper.

"Of course not -- that would be unprofessional," the wiry man responds with a smirk.

"Good," the gentleman sighs with a grin. "Then I suggest you both remain hidden until the remainder of the preparations are complete. Your superiors will pass on further instructions once we have completed our end of the bargain."



At the Maze
*** Horus ***
"Morgan has his own way of doing things, something most New Worlders and Independents would not understand," Hadrian says flatly. "Soemtimes, matters of state must precede pleasurable affairs, Sir Curator. I'm sure that whatever it is must be important; perhaps a previous meeting ran over -- mayhaps the Prince was discussing budgetary matters with some mortal city officials, like funding of the arts or schooling of the Kine children," Hadrian says, and then trails off as he begins peering around the room.



Some ten minutes pass after the arrival of Gerald before the arrival of Prince Morgan, who is accompanied by an unusal attendant -- his Scourge, Rait. The contrast is striking -- Morgan, while an imposing figure, is still dressed sharply, and his little spectacles give him an almost-Roosevelt appearance. While the Scourge is a good foot shorter, part of the difference is posture: Morgan is a straight, proper gentleman, while Rait comes across as much more of a beast -- hunched, or maybe better coiled, and his dress and appearance relays his function: loose, dirty clothing, matted hair, and sharp, piercing eyes.

"Good evening, fellow Kindred," Morgan begins as the room quiets from his entrance. "I apologize for our lateness, but urgent matters arose which required immediate attention. I'm sure all of you have enjoyed yourselves in our absence with such a lovely hostess and establishment as this, though. Please, return to your merriment -- I'll make rounds shortly, and hope to see as many of you as possible this evening."
 

Melody turns towards the entrance and once Prince Morgan has finished his introduction, she moves up to him and bows slightly.

We have eagerly awaited your arrival, sir, and I'm glad, that you made it, despite your other duties. This evening would not be the same without your presence. Please enjoy yourself like the other Kindred here. I hope you find everything to your liking.
 

Horus grins at Hadrian, "It seems you still underestimate me my dear Primogen. Bold... I like it. As you very well know I am not here "Just off the boat." I am sure of course, that Morgan has his reasons and his reasons are his own. He trails off himself before throwing a wink at Hadrian and continuing. "So hows our boy Elias holding up lately? With his beloved childe going all to pieces on him it must be difficult."
 
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"So, when should we be expecting your 'guest'?" Paul asks Mathew, moving a little towards the stage. Rait's presence seems odd, to say the least, and Paul's curiosity is getting the better of him.

"Our Scourge seems ill-suited to such a... well turned-out gathering. It makes one thing that perhaps the Prince's business may have been even more pressing than we might have first thought. But perhaps this is also something that your mystery arrival might shed light on?"
 

Marcus makes sure to conceal his surprise at the Prince's companion, and he glances over at Elena to see her reaction. "I wonder what the 'urgent business' was," he murmurs to her as he scans the room, looking for telling emotions on others' faces.
 

(OOC -- My wife has been sick the last few days, so I haven't been on ENWorld until now. I'll get something posted today or tomorrow so we can keep moving. She's doing better, but we're still waiting on some test results. Sorry about the lag.)
 

(OOC: Hey, no problem, you're just doing the sane thing of putting real life ahead of a game. I hope everything goes well with the tests, and your wife's feeling better soon.)
 


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