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*A quick change of cloths, a bit to eat, and Max has Sam drive him to Court to find the Reeve. He walks gingerly down the stairs towards Culler's office, his Beast growling hungrily in his mind, but no longer roaring. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to break the news he lost a Priscus...*
Max has healed up to 1B, activating Blush for the walk into the bar and down the stairs. This is the last thread for his Coil, and he is at 4 Blood and 4 Will
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Jillian Malloy walked down the steps into the Underground Court of the Avalon. Jillian's blue and black hair is worn down around her face. She was dressed modestly, Jeans and a Button down shirt. On Her feet are a pair of well worn boots. As she looked around all she saw was fellow staff but she felt another of her kind. The Predator within her called for her to pop claws and remove the other kindred's heart. She quells the predator for now as she walks over to the other Kindred.
"Hey, is the Senechal around?" Jillian asked the other kindred.
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Amos walked into the court anew. He was wearing his old business suit as is usual when he comes to the avalon. And of course, he was sending a lot of text messages on his mobile phone while doing so.
As he steps into the room, the beast flare inside him warning him of the presence of a kindred he hasn't seen before. He was kinda scared of this one which meant the kindred in question was above him in the vampiric food chain. Not too difficult as he was on the lowest level of this pyramid. Still she was pretty for someone so scary, the expression 'dangerous beauty' came to his mind.
He waits for a moment at a respectable distance to check whether his presence is welcome among the two only other kindred currently present in the avalon.
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*Max growls softly, having remembered the Revee holds up in his Hotel. What's the point of having a permanent Court if the buggers didn't hang around? He turns at the presence of an unfamiliar Beast, just in time to catch the woman's words.
If he were still mortal, Max may have used the opening conversation to make a pass at the woman. But of late, the universe had been quite clear what his relationship to the fairer sex would be; dead, deserted, and ignored. Perhaps he would join the Lensea Sanctum and become a celibate monk after his time in the Dragons was over...*
He may be? *He adds the slight vocal inflection, to indicate the way things should be but probably weren't.* Deputy Heinz, and you are?
"Jillian Malloy, new Arrival, clan Gangrel." The blue haired savage gave the Deputy a head nod. "So your the Law around here?" Jillian had had run ins with the kin law before but she didn't have any issue with the Kindred law, well except for that one issue, she thought to herself. Either way she didn't trust the law and didn't want to be on there radar if she could help it.
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*Max can only shake his head.* I'm the cannon fodder they trot out when the shooting starts. Comes with a nifty title though. *He can't resist a twinge of guilt as she mentions her clan, he was here in part to tell the Revee about the disappearance of her Priscus.* The Senechal's office is around the back here, if you'll follow me... *Max heads off around the corner towards the Official's offices, knocking once on the appropriate door.*
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Heathcliff sighs as he hears a knock on the door and reluctantly puts his research away into his desk drawer and removing his clipboard and pen before beckoning them to, "Enter."
After the seneschal says enter Jillian lets herself in, giving a head nod to the deputy. "Seneschal, My name is Jillian Malloy of Clan Gangrel. I present myself for acknowledgment into the Domain of Sacramento." Jillian says giving a at waste bow to the Seneschal. Truth was she hated all the pomp and circumstance but she knew it was necessary to start the Dance here in Sactown. Thats why she loved being a Gangrel. No Pomp and Circumstance there, you wanted something, just beat the shit out of the other guy and take it.
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The Seneschal smiles at the Gangrel. "Sit, sit." If they were going to have to have more Kindred in the city, he could live with female and attractive. Unlive, whatever. He looks towards the Deputy questioningly, wondering if he was merely Jillian's escort or had his own purpose.
"Thank you Deputy," Jillian said to the Deputy Reeve
Jillian walked into the office and sat down in the offered chair. "Thanks for seeing me" she says and leans back in the chair.
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