Of the People, By the People, For the People

[West]

Feeding

2010-06-27 21:57:46
Asa Clarke rolls 16 to Man Per Spc Loc Herd Rack (10 Again)
9, 2, 9, 10, 5, 8, 4, 1, 7, 2, 8, 5, 4, 7, 9, 5, 5
6 successes

Asa watched the pretty young paralegal leave from the languid thickness of satisfaction. Her Blood warmed him from inside, and slid down his throat like warm, wet life incarnate. Considering he was waiting for a guest, he'd foregone the sex, not wanting to fill the small private room with the odor.

He stretched and watched the girl disappear back into the crowd of people through the one-way glass as his tongue ran over his teeth, cleaning them of the ruby red sticky sweetness, each droplet a new, small burst of sensation.

The 'room' was only slightly larger than the circular booth it contained, made wholly of sheets of privacy glass arranged to form a circle with a doorway. Thick, clear adhesives absorbed sound, making it utterly silent once the door's magnets engaged and sealed the room. It was one of six mirrored 'columns' that ran the length of the Lily, and more than a few people had found the thrill of being unseen in them fascinating.

Asa pushed the button that would summon a waitress, and had her bring a selection of cigars. He had no idea if Ciara smoked, but one never knew what another replaced their visceral pleasures with. A glance at his watch; it was almost the time he had requested she meet him, and Olivette waited to escort her.

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[Ciara Maskelyne]

Feeding and stats

2010-06-27 22:40:25
Ciara rolls 10 to to feed (Pres 3 + Pers 3 + Herd 3 + SL 1) (10 Again)
8, 5, 1, 2, 6, 7, 5, 10, 6, 7, 5
2 successes
Ciara is 11/12 (-1 for new thread, +2 from feeding, -1 for Blush) Blood Pool, 6/6 willpower. Blush active

*Ciara arrives ten minutes early, never good to keep the boss waiting. Clarke wasn't spacific as to the reason for the meeting, nor why he choose the Lily instead of Court. It didn't seem like city business, it would have been easier to simply stop by her office. And she couldn't for the life of her believe it was pleasure; he had enough women in his life for that little pursuit.

She'd been to the Lily once before, when she had first came to Sacramento; and remembered it being a rather up scale establishment. Dressing appropriately, the Ventrue looked like she had just come from a business meeting. A pair of black flats, herringbone skirt that fell halfway between her knees and ankles, with a contrasting button up shirt. She had always hated blouses and the like. Her normally flowing hair tied up in a bun, held in place with two chop-stick looking hair spikes.

She had made sure to grab a little snack before coming out for the night; then cleaned and dressed for the meeting. As she stepped into the club, the lure of so much Blood was tempting, but not overwhelming, and she was glad she'd done so. She looks for Olivette, nodding to the Ghoul once she found her.* I believe I'm expected? *She says softly.*

[West]

Olivette smiles and nods, keeping her eyes lowered slightly. Wordlessly, she leads the way to the room, opening it for Ciara.

Asa stands, smiling.

"Miss Maskelyne, thank you for coming. Is there anything I can get you?" he greets her, gesturing for her to have a seat and to the box of cigars.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara bow her head deeply to the man, taking the offered seat.* Good evening Mr Clarke, it is my pleasure as always. No, thank you, I eat before I left the house. *She eyes the cigars and recoils a little. She had once enjoyed the taste as a mortal; but now they reminded her of little brown road flares. Turning back to the Prince, she smiles softly, trying to put the image out of her head.* How may I be of assistance tonight, sir?

[West]

Asa gestures for Olivette to remove the box, smiling apologetically towards Ciara. He knew many Kindred kept mortal conventions and habits, some even eating and drinking despite the inconvenience, but apparently Ciara was not one of them. He briefly consulted his memory; down, down, up, down, up, up... back being counted as up.

Of course, those could be weapons.

"Good evening, I hope this wasn't too much of an imposition," he said after Olivette had left.

"I have only recently found Kindred politics interesting, so you'll forgive me if my education is lacking -- which is why you're here. I know little of the Carthian Movement besides it's members, and it was suggested to me that characterizing an institution by it's members might not be entirely fair. However, since individuals should theoretically represent and implement ideals, I can hardly blame myself," he spoke, smiling at the last.

"So, Miss Maskelyne, tell me about the Movement. I'd like to learn more than my limited exposure has taught me, and since you are family, I expect that there are certain... similarities... in how we view and evaluate things."

[Ciara Maskelyne]

Of course not your Majesty. I am, as always, at your service.

*She smiles in a friendly enough way, shaking her head a little.* I must say I find that hard to believe; given your current standing. Unless you expect me to believe you came to power through blind luck? *But once he mentions the Movement, the smile fades away. She starts to speak, then stops, studying the man before her.

He had made it quite clear she wasn't to acknowledge the Movement in any way, and now he wanted to discuss it openly with her? Was it a trick, some kind of test to see if she would remember his warning? Or was he genuinely interested? She's silent for a moment, looking down at the table so as not to stare at him; such shows of confrontation could be suicidal, and not just politically. Still looking down, she speaks softly, deciding to error on the side of caution.* Your Majesty, please forgive me, but I fail to see the necessity of discussing something that, at present, does not exist...

[West]

Didn't we play this game already?

Asa was silent for a few moments, scratching at an imagined itch on his brow.

Blind luck. Yes, Freddrick dead; then Shadow... and I would prefer the company of my friends.

"I wasn't aware that you wanted to play games with me, Miss Maskelyne, so I've always spoken to you plainly," Asa said, smiling. "Was I mistaken? Do you want to play with me?"

"Besides, I daresay Erwin Schrödinger would disagree with you," he continued, sparing her the awkwardness of his previous rhetorical question.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara blinks, more than a little confused by the man's words.* Prince Clarke, I assure you I meant no games. I simply meant you were being modest about your interest in politics since you've risen to the title you hold now. And as for the Movement, you made it quite clear you did not wish it to be spoken of; so I am a little... at sixes and sevens as to why you ask of it now.

*The reference escapes the Ventrue, both references actually, as she searches her memory of the Kindred in the city. After all, she was no rocket scientist.* I'm sorry your Majesty, I've never met Mr. Schrödinger, was he a former resident of the city?

[West]

"And I simply meant that I didn't ask you to come here just to trap you with semantics or perjure yourself," Asa replied.

"I can respect the fact that you are being careful. So."

Asa reached into a breast pocket and slid an envelope* across the table.

"Now you no longer need to be careful, no? So, please, enlighten me as to the attraction the Movement has for a capable and intelligent Lord."

* What's In The Envelope?

A transcript.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara reads the transcript first, clicking her tongue against her teeth and looking up at the prince with a bemused look. She's tempted to ask if the man had so much free time he went looking for Carthian friendly websites; or was just so paranoid that he had every Kindred's internet tapped. She decides against it, but does make a mental note to have her phone, cell, and internet checked for wiretapping again; this time by someone from outside the city. Outside the state. Hell, she'd fly the bastard in from England if she had to...

She folds the transcript up and puts it into her purse, unless Clarke asks for it back. She takes a few moments to decide the best way to broach the subject, finally deciding on the most recent events.* Prince Clarke, do you remember the way I reacted to the outburst in Court? The one with the young female Ghoul? Why do you think I reacted the way I did?