(1303) Ordo Dracul

**Max Heinz** · Mar 18th, 2013 01:22 AM

Of all the things that could have come out of Dog's mouth, talk of the long lost Kogaion was the last thing Max had expected to hear. If the Grand Wyrm had bothered to Blush, there would have been a quick intake of air followed by a long, drawn out exhale. Instead, the only noise that emanates from the Mekhet is a soft growl from deep in his chest.

He looks to Martha, the only other person in attendance tonight who would recognize Muir's name. But it seems the Herald shared Max's concerns about Dog's words and his identity; Max recognizing the intense stare of someone using the gifts of their Family's Blood. He leaves her alone for the moment, figuring two Mekhet staring down the Gangrel might have unfortunate results.

The Grand Wyrm had wanted to outline the rules for use of the Regency. He wanted to formally announce the new titles. But if Dog had found a lead on a missing Dragon, that was important too. And by the look of him, someone had tried to stop him from getting away with that knowledge.

And if there was one surefire way to distract Max, it was to dangle a mystery in front of him. He nods at Dog's words, deciding that hearing the battered Gangrel out was more important that laying down rules and regulations at the moment.

"Supplicant Villiers, Supplicant Burns, please escort Dog to the gym and wait for me there. I'll be with you in a few moments; everyone else please feel free to gossip, wildly speculate, and generally freak out until we get back..."

Without further explination, Max turns and heads out the double doors of the Private Library. He had to calm Samantha down, arrange a few drinks for Dog, and get the Chapter House locked down in case Dog was followed...

**Martha Villiers** · Mar 18th, 2013 02:05 AM

She grips her cane tight. With a nod and her work showing a very angry man indeed, Martha wasn't convinced of his identity yet...but she'd heard enough about Dog to feel he was probably a very angry man.

"At your command, Grand Wyrm." she nods her obedience to the Grand Wyrm, she hobbled over to greet Dog and make a small hand gesture...as if inviting him to follow her out the door.

"Please, Hound, if you'd kindly follow us..." she nodded to Tracy too, she wanted to know if Tracy and her would be working as a team on this small mission.

She'd faced some tough situations in her life and Unlife, but she was under no illusions...what was about to follow and the potential dangers involved would certainly be up in the top three.

"The gymnasium is just this way..."

She was hoping to get into a geometry close to Dog that would allow her to subtly and carefully flash him with a Clash of Wills...in the hope of flushing out any possible Obfuscation or use of Familiar Stranger.

Mar 18th, 2013 02:51 AM

The rather unnerving and impolite arrival of Dog and his monstrous Beast had rattled the Monk. Twitching once and tightening his grip on the chair he had started to pull out for Martha, the Serpent metaphorically attempted to claw its way out of his back as Teodor counted his blessing he had chosen the Coils of the Beast. The Grand Wyrm of course took charge of the situation and swiftly moved things along. While the monk did not know who 'Muir' was, it was obviously important and meant something to Max and Martha. The behavior of his cousin Aileen was deplorable, skulking by the window like a sailor about to jump ship. Really!

Once the Grand Wyrm left, Teo turned to the those assembled who had not received instructions to leave the room. He sometimes did not understand American humor. Declaring people to 'freak out' did not contribute positively to the environment, especially to a room full of kindred prone to paranoia and violence. "While the Grand Wyrm is occupied, we can all retake our seats..." his eyes flick to Aileen briefly, his manner polite but firm. Pushing the seat he had been preparing for Martha back against the table, Teo sits down in his own. "As Grand Wyrm Heinz wishes us to gossip, perhaps further introductions are in order. Slave McCann is resident martial art master and deputy to the Reeve." Teodor gestures Callum. While introducing the daeve first could be perceived as a snub to two other supplicants, re-enforcing the fact that someone very combat capable in the room was perhaps the better part of valor. "Supplicant Ankers," he dips his had to Chase, "is our sword master and technology expert. Supplicant Drummond.." he gestures toward the man to expound on his own abilities as the monk really knew nothing about him.

**Dog** · Mar 18th, 2013 11:13 AM

Didn't he just sit down?

If he were more mathematically inclined, he would have done a headcount and seen if it were easier to shuffle everyone else out. Of course, he would have been disappointed, but since he didn't bother he simply stood back up. At least Max was continuing to handle business first. He had resigned himself to listening to the other Dragons compare their Coil wangs before anything else.

"Dog's fine," he repeated to Martha.

He looked at the Mekhet, then at Tracy. Short as he was, it was comfortable to be with those of a similar height. Of course, Max threw that off.

As he proceeded where directed, the foursome sparked a thought, and he whistled softly.

**Tracy Burns** · Mar 18th, 2013 11:42 AM

Tracy had no idea what Dog was talking about, but she trusted that it was important enough to interrupt the meeting. Muir? What or who is that? she mused to herself, growing a little curious of the circumstances of her fellow Gangrel's visit. When Max instructed her and Supplicant Villiers to escort the Hound of South Sac to the gym, the petite Supplicant nodded to the Grand Wyrm. "As you wish," she said to him before walking over to Dog and offering a polite smile to Martha when the Mekhet nodded in her direction.

Her attention then shifted to her fellow Savage, who was certainly looking more disheveled than usual. This wouldn't be a cause for concern usually, but the way he had rushed into the house, interrupting their meeting...well, there were plenty of questions that needed to be answered. Tracy offered Dog a sweet smile as she and Martha escorted him out of the library, for she was at least glad that he hadn't barged into their meeting with any ill-intent towards the other Dragons.

"That was quite the entrance," she said to him, giving him a quick wink as they walked towards the gym.

**Aileen McFarlane** · Mar 18th, 2013 04:55 PM

Glad that the Grand Wyrm would have Dog leave the room, Aïleen was still rather distressed to be left in the presence of Haunts of unknown qualities with only a handful of trusted kindred. Callum McCann. That was one. And... her eyes shifted toward Brother Raluca, whose stern behaviour was at least an anchor in that sea of chaos. That would be one and a half. Chase Ankers was keeping silent, but the Lord had been nothing short of courteous toward. Two and half, total. Not so bad, she thought, as she meekly complied with the unsaid advice from her Cousin. But she tried to keep her eyes on both Nosferatu, and far from the door.

**Chase Ankers** · Mar 18th, 2013 05:10 PM

Chase remained standing for as long as it took Dog and his escort to leave, ready to flee for his own safety if it came to that. He had no idea who this Muir was, nor its relation to the Ordo Dracul, but it must have been important if the Grand Wyrm had to excuse himself from a Covenant meeting. At Teodor's suggestion, Chase replaced his chair in its proper position, slowly and deliberately. He tidied his hair, directing the loose strands behind his ear and retook his seat with some semblance of grace. It was fortunate the monk had a head enough to keep things progressively moving forward, despite the interruption.

At the mention of his name, Chase allows himself to smile, feigning more calm than he felt. "Well, I would hardly say a master swordsman," he laughed modestly. "But computing technology, yes. I am also the owner of Ubiquity Internet Services in the downtown area." The latter part was said with obvious pride. He allowed the introductions to continue without saying more.

Mar 18th, 2013 06:50 PM

At Brother Raluca's handling of the crowd, Drake nodded, stood, still more muted in demeanor than usual. "Drake Drummond, Supplicant of the Void. I suppose my strengths are a bit on the academic side, including history, psychology, and some occult studies."

It actually sobered the neonate even further to know that he didn't have more to distinguish himself by. Too much time playing in dingy clubs and wooing vessels. He supposed that he would really need to try and put himself out there, and apply himself to his Great Work a little more assiduously.

**Vampire ST** · Mar 20th, 2013 09:54 PM

48 hour nudge...

Mar 21st, 2013 05:12 PM

With Brother Raluca having directed the conversation towards skills and specialties, Drake leaned to look down the table towards ( moreau , Bradley Doyle , Bigpaw ) those who hadn't yet chimed in.

(1303) Ordo Dracul

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