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"Very good," Heathcliff says, finding the answer satisfactory, though there was a moment when Sidor's face seemed to contradict it. "We will have to speak at greater length in the coming nights. If you'll excuse us now, please, I must speak with the Deacon privately."* Heathcliff hands Sidor one of his business cards with his number and the address of the Sanctified's refuge in this city, the Moore House. Then the Bishop turns to Anton. "Deacon, how goes the Work?"
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Dirge inclined her head respectfully to her opponent, her drawn weapon pointing at the ground in front of her.
"Good luck, and I'm sorry for this," she said honestly. The blind haunt did not relish the thought of fighting family, but she hoped the man was not too wounded, being unable to see for herself she had to trust in his ability to survive.
With a swift motion dirge lashed out with her blade striking her opponent. If the man was still standing she gave a quick whistle to her companion to follow up with an attack.
Cerberus 15
Attacks
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Anton hadn't expected the blind Crone to strike out so quickly and did his best to twist out of the way. It isn't enough. The strike catches the ruins Ajax had carved into his abdomen. Anton's blade clatters to the ground and his body goes limp, a carcass with a great, ragged gouge for a midsection.
Anton is in Torpor.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks (Curvez)|Presence (Miss Thang)|You have been tested, and have been found lacking. Conner said to the soon to be former Priscus. I have tested you on nearly our every interaction since my return. In regards to knowing when to fight, I have been waiting and judging you since our first interaction at McKinley Park, May 19th of last year. I have questioned you, pushed you, prodded you, and even showed fealty to you. Each time you have failed in your duties.
I have acted disrespectful, you have done nothing. I have acted weak, you have done nothing. I have shown devotion, you have done nothing. A Priscus is more then someone who hears themselves speak. A Priscus must be a teacher and a disciplinarian. If you were a proper Priscus you would act as such, not arrogant and dismissive. Conner stepped down from the stage, his tone was not disrespectful or dismissive. It is merely one of fact.
In regards to being more than a fighter, I am that. I am multifaceted. I am an artist, a jeweler and have come close to mastering our Familys discipline.
You speak of my Invictus Sponsor, I find it interesting you are informed of the inner workings of the First Estate. Conner looked to every member of the Invictus present, to each his eyes were lowered with respect. With immense respect to every member of the First Estate here, I would hope that they would respect my ambition. I would hope they would act fairly in their judgment of me, which I will submit myself to in due time. But for now, accept my challenge or step down.
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"How does it go?" Anton paused, watching the fingers on his right hand twitch into strange, dead angles. "Well enough, I suppose."
"Some nights I think of an old cαrcel - rotting and choked with more condemned men than its walls can hold; more than its jailers can control. Then the point comes, where one jailer - he says to himself 'why do we not burn this all to the ground? What difference would that make? These men can be cured of many things all at once....'"
Anton gazed out over the court. "But a man needs to eat, and the old cαrcel, it burns on its own terms."
He gave the Bishop a wry smile. A corpse's smile, abandoned by the eyes.
"You know what I mean, Bishop?"
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks (Curvez)|Presence (Miss Thang)|"Keeper, your a friend of The Family, if ya want to stay i would be cool with it." Jillian said, "Appreciate it actually." Jill said and looked to her Clan Sister. "She will be aight Jax." Jillian said reassuringly.
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Joseph's gaze goes to the side instead of the ground as Staley's prayers are answered. He walks off of the catwalk as the Bishop advances.
4 suxx
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Joseph pulls himself away from more ..entertaining thoughts.. and moves to get a better view of growing spectacle. While posturing normally would be something to watch it was different this time. Wilhelm is a Dragon and as much as it bothers Joseph that means one of his. Possible implications this might have on the Ordo runs through Joseph's mind.
He can't help a small smile from forming though, tonight was an interesting night. One to learn from...
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Martha nods and curtseys in sincere respect at Jillian's words. In silence and without additional ceremony or undue haste, tiny Martha sets about her work: (unless anyone stops her) taking off Kat's ragged and tattered clothes - and only those required to get to the injuries; cleaning and then dressing Kat's wounds. She does this with a gentle attention to Kat's welfare. Not once through this work does she sneak a look at Jill's legs. Though she spends a few seconds studying Kat's legs and shoes, nothing distracts Martha long from the job at hand. Naturally, the bandages are largely cosmetic, but she applies them with a care all the same.
Her work soon done: Martha, who has remained silent throughout, steps back from the bandaged Gangrel, gathers up her spare medical items and curtsey's to Jill then Ajax, her gloved hands smeared with clotted blood. Martha seems to be waiting for...something.
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Ajax looks at the petite Keeper and making sure that he face is hidden from as much of the rest of court as possible smiles at Martha. It's a gentle smile and the genuine affection in his eyes confirm the sincerity in the gesture. "Thank you Keeper Villiers." He says softly. It's a look and a voice that only Jillian and Katrina have ever seen before, without the malice or Intimidation his presence usually invoked.
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