Fulfilling His last request

Jan 1st, 2014 07:36 AM

Rosaline exited the carriage on the corner of Hyde and Clay, carefully pressing her dress down into place once her feet were firmly on the ground. She pulled her long black hair which currently set in large loose curls over her shoulders. Appearance is half the battle. She was nervous, it had been a few months since her sire had left, and finally she was following his last order. Go see the prince, your survival depends on it.

She didn't WANT to be here asking some man,some self proclaimed "Prince" if she can live in her own home or feed within the city she'd always lived in(After all did the mortals require the mayors permission to buy and eat their food?) , but what choice did she have, not only that Marshall had told her to do it, and for him, and only him she would, even if she really didn't want to.

"Please wait here, this shouldn't take long." She instructed to her driver, slowly walking towards to door to the mansion trying to make the walk take as long as she could. She found herself stopping to stare at the intricate artwork surrounding the door, but quickly found herself uninterested, she couldn't deny it was...unique and well made but it just wasn't her style.

She reaches up and quite firmly and loudly knocks on the door a couple of times, before turning to stare off at the street while she waited to see if anyone was home.

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Jan 7th, 2014 05:03 AM

A figure walks down the sidewalk and turns up the path to the front of the house. At a glance it is a slimp built man in a poncho, with a fancy black flamenco hat pulled low, a small scarf tied around the throat, worn pants and worn boots. As the figure walks up the steps to the port, closer inspection reveals it is a woman of possibly hispanic or native american extraction.

When Luna first laid eyes on the woman up on the porch, the Wolf howled in challenge wanting to tear her to pieces and run her blood soaked cloths over the windows. But Luna restrained the creature, her jaw worked out some of the tension as she walked up to the steps. Finally reaching the porch, she regarded other woman with a little bit of interest but not much. The gangrel gives her a slight nod and ponders knocking on the door but decides against it, assuming the other woman had already done so.

**Yumyumcrow** · Jan 8th, 2014 04:03 AM

The big portico looms from the house, almost as if it were a separate entity. Even with the good quality street lighting, its richly carved interior is shadowed and mysterious.

From within the house, power pulsates. A strong Beast circles a lesser - but even that Beast is more powerful than either Rosaline or Luna. Given the powerful force's proximity, it is hard to discern exactly what is going on within.

At last, the door creaks open. There is a crack of light within the gloom and it frames a wizened, ebony face. "Yes? Can I help you - sir and gentle madam?" The face is a little drawn, as if fatigued, and washed in a certain suspicion.

I apologise for the delay. Scelesta Beej You are UP

Jan 8th, 2014 08:16 PM

She watches the young man approach with a slight interest. Raising an eyebrow as he came close enough that she could see "he" was in fact a young woman. Seeing as she seemed to have little interest in her she decided to just not speak and watch the girl, trying to get a better look at her mostly hidden face.

She shifts uncomfortably, pulling lightly on one of her curls as she felt the power rising from the house. Questioning once again if perhaps this could wait another night, but as soon as she was about to turn to walk away the door had opened. It would be quite rude to leave now.
She quickly gives the man who answered the door a soft smile, in an attempt to ease his suspicions.

"Good evening my name Rosaline, I'm here to see Prince Edward, is he available?" She pauses giving time for Luna to address the man if she wished to, she was also curious as to why the woman was here.

Jan 8th, 2014 09:01 PM

The woman kept to herself, which was fine for the Gangrel. Silence was nice and there were no condescending looks. At the press of other Beasts the Wolf rose in challenge, howling. When the door opened, Luna waited for the other woman to speak first. She had been here first after all. After she had asked for the Prince Luna reached under her poncho and produced a rather fancy looking calling card. It had taken a while to get one. Several forced moves caused her delay. But she was here now and hopefully she wasn't moving anytime soon. "I was told I had to give a calling card to a Mr. McCoy." Short and simple.

**Yumyumcrow** · Jan 9th, 2014 03:52 AM

"Oh. The European gentleman. Never heard him called a Prince before. Thought they was just stories. Yes, he is here. So is Mr. McCoy. Please come with me. I'll announce you." The dark skinned butler carefully watches the street while he opens the door fully and invites them inside.

Jan 9th, 2014 07:46 PM

"Ah its just an affectation, he's not really a "prince" " But the tone in her voice also implies she doesn't really care, and was simply covering up what she thought was s mistake on her part.

She gives small nod of her head to the butler , her hands clasped together loosely in front of her as she walks in past him rubbing a thumb against her palm nervously.

Jan 9th, 2014 10:51 PM

Hmm. So the city prince isn't here? Well at least McCoy is here. Luna thinks as she follows in after the butler and 'Rosaline.' Hopefully too many questions won't be asked and Luna can get back to work and play.

**Yumyumcrow** · Jan 10th, 2014 02:58 AM

The butler leads the pair quickly and quietly to the study. He raps on the door, darting inside briefly. "Ah... Sir. Some people to see you, sir. Ah... a Miss Rosaline and a gentleman with a calling card for Mr. McCoy, sir." He returns a few moments later.

"They'll see you now."
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**Vampire ST** · Jan 10th, 2014 07:11 AM

The chamber of The Prince is all it should be.

High backed chairs. Plush carpets from the Orient. Tall broad leafed potted plots cluster in corners. The sickly aroma of exotic spices hang in the air.

Heavy drapes to the floor obscure any sight from high windows. Rows of impressive looking leather bound books line shelves against several walls.

The enormous monolith of The Prince's desk presented the image of a Plutocrat.

Of the many decorations and stuffed animal heads adorning the walls, the most obvious ornament is a large and ornate globe of the world, criss-crossed with shipping routes, standing on a tall axis and posted near the Prince's desk.

The Prince himself was just concluding an earnest conversation with a lackey who stands next to his master.

The Prince is well-dressed and clearly in the latest style. A finely tailored suit fits his frame with ease. Several daily newspapers are folded on his otherwise empty desk top. Only a large leather framed blotter and ash tray can be seen.

He's not a man in a hurry to address the visitors, but concludes his sentence to his lackey with a grim smile. Then looks up to see who, or what, is about to darken his door.

Noting the card the butler provided he reads the name and then looks up to the guests. Standing, ever the gentleman, when he sees Rosaline. He makes a broad and graceful hand gesture, inviting them in.

Two high backed chairs are present near his desk.

Dare the guests be seated?

"Good evening, Miss Rosaline...do come in." he begins in clear, authoritative, tones. His accent sounding vaguely of New England.

"McCoy, eh?" he asks in a suddenly collegial tone, "you're perhaps related to old 'Longhorn' Joe McCoy down in Abeline?"

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