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"Yeah I've met that type of lobbyist before." Ajax remembers the goons who'd worked for the mob back in New York, the leg breakers with their broken noses and scars. Never tried to bother him ... well once but nothing after that.
"So are you still looking for outfit work or are you trying to become muscle for our type now?"
"Never really did 'outfit' work to begin with. It was corporate, which is why I have such a fine suit. Now though," he thought about it for a second before continuing, "I've got a talent. If I can use it to make allies and whatever among the Kindred, so much the better."
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"Always a place for a person whose stomach doesn't turn at the sight of a compound fracture or four." The large Gangrel merely shrugged.
"Ajax." He says offering his hand.
Scott stared at the hand a second and frowned as it occurred to him he just blabbed half his life story to someone whose name he didn't even know. Ah well, can't take the ink back off the page. The other guy seems straightforward enough, and not an asshole. Scott firmly shook the other man's hand.
"Scott. Uh, Scott Milton, if it matters to you."
"Nice to meet you Scott." The guy was probably another unbound SOB like himself and from his weak blood and unsure attitude, probably new to the whole kindred thing as well.
"So have you seen the Seneschal yet about getting yourself Acknowledged?"
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Alice is very disappointed that Asa didn't let her in, or wasn't in Court yet. She pout her lips like a little girl and holds up her arm to knock again, though she doesn't. There were more people here. She'd better suppress her stupidity.
So Alice turns around and faces the keeper with a smile. She makes a curtsy. 'A good evening Keeper Villiers.' A little moment she is surprised to see the woman in the same clothes again...
However, she shakes the thought away and tries a more friendly smile. 'How does the evening find you?'
Especially for Martha
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Martha cast a long look at the shoes Alice was sporting, nodding to herself at some private thought, as if something was confirmed...she looks up and smiles merrily to Alice. "Ah! Miss Brown! A delight to see you! I am very well, thank you very kindly for asking! I hope you are well too! I wonder: may I be of any assistance, ma'am?" she asks, all bright and cheery, rubbing at her lame thigh, smiling and trying not to rely on her cane.
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The Daeva follows Martha's eyes to her own shoes. Was the woman jealous about her shoes, her legs...? the Keeper's own legs didn't seem to function very well after all. It takes second before Alice hears her sisters voice in her head, telling Alice to be more kindly, even in her thoughts. Not everybody cares as much about their appearance as her. The break of thoughts makes her reply. 'Ah well, everything goes it's way... though... is there something wrong?' And she looks to her shoes to imply what was the reason of her question.
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Martha smiled, ensures her hands clasp at the side of her long gymslip, gripping the edge of the dress; "Wrong?" Martha's turn to be confused, she tries a giggle, "Goodness me! I should sincerely hope not! No, ma'am...I simply saw you loiter by the Prince's Chamber and wondered if I might be of some assistance...that was all." another giggle, Martha watches Alice's eyes very closely, a friendly and attentive attention. Her own eyes wide and watchful.
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Alice looks a bit awkward, not sure how to handle such kindness. She chuckles to make sure there was still a friendly mood between them. 'Well, neither do I. It's just that I saw you staring at my shoes and... well, I always try to...' her words falter. And a strange conversation it is.
She laughs at her own lack of words. 'You know what, never mind. I wish to speak with the Prince for some more private matters, if you don't mind. Seeing his absence, I would enjoy your assistence in a happy conversation, well, we're on our way I guess.'
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if they're bad...
