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Tracy simply nods politely at the Reeve's instructions and begins to drag Alexander along, not letting go of the stake still sticking to the Nosferatu's chest. She starts making her way to the conference room, turning to make sure that Jose and Catherine are following along.
Jose...why did you have to jump? Damn...
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Catherine had taken her steps back, and at Deputy Burns’ lunge her hands snapped to her mouth in shock. Yet her eyes remained wide and she took in momentary blurs of the kindred around her.
One stake and growled words, three sharp feet to the back. In Elysium, no less.
And then the appearance of... someone. But the shock the Skald was currently exhibiting only let her nod and follow the Deputy in silence.
The was a world once, a world that didnt hurt so bad.
Even as Vamp flesh reknotted itself slowly (leaving trails of melting gobbets) Alexander had realised
that the final death had come close in what was the last brief eternities of pain.
Meeting Vampires is never easy
He tried to console himself
There was going to have to be restitching if he survived the night
He looked down at his feet as the little red head dragged him.
Thick black trails of blood, and not quite little bits of his curse-flesh
Have fun cleaning that up fuckers
He layed back and let the deputy dog do the dragging.
Silence, is THE virtue now
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Dillon can briefly be seen leaving one conference room for another, presumably with Deputy Rodrguez, and allowing Neil Kingsley to rejoin the crowd. A very intense, hazel-eyed scan sweeps across the throng, looking for a clue.
And spots vitae on the carpet.
After a little shake of his head, the Gangrel Priscus continues to the room indicated. He never even slows down.
Neil Kingsley
And rejoin the throng young Neil Kingsley does after saying his farewell to the very busy Deputy. He looks around, his sharp-eyed glance peering about and catching the blood on the floor. He looks quizzical for a moment, looking around as if curious, but not daring to ask a question. I didn't do it. The thought was comforting as he found his way to a booth to take a seat.
If only I knew what it was.
Josι follows Tracy and Alexander very close, as before, ready for anything. Expecting the Haunt to frenzy at any time.
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*Max had been lost in thought over his words with the Harpy, wondering that his fellow Dragon's had done to cause a negative reaction in the newly appointed official. Or perhaps Alice was simply over-reacting. Either way, he isn't aware of the commotion taking place between the two Gangrel and the two newly arrived Kindred until Tracy speaks out in anger for the whispered words.
Before he can move to see if there is a need to aid the others, a Kindred he did not recognize had a stake sticking out of his chest. The analytical part of his brain couldn't help but note that Tracy must have missed it's mark, the man was still moving. She needed more practice, Greyson would have gotten it in one shot.
As if just by thinking about his Priscus would summon him, Max sees the Reeve appear and march everyone off in one of the strangest processions the thin Mekhet had seen in some time. Some part of him wanted to intervene, to make sure Tracy would make it through the fallout alright; but he knew it was a pointless gesture. Trying to step in would only make the situation worse; the small Gangrel would hate to explain her actions on her own, and prey they met with the approval of the Reeve.
Slowly shaking his head, Max walks away from the whole thing; perhaps there was yet something pleasant to be found in Court tonight that could salvage the evening for him*
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Chase catches up with Max as he turns away from the unfortunate scene that had taken place. "Grand Wyrm Heinz," he begins cautiously. The Ventrue Supplicant nods with respect before continuing, "did you happen to see the commotion?" asking despite already knowing that the keen-eyed Mehket had indeed. "Such violence among us, I wonder what crime the stranger did commit," he commented, a neutral observation.
It seemed that the Wyrm had not been a part of the details that led to the event, yet this was not why Chase had stopped him. He had other concerns in mind.
Ariana came out of the office after meeting with the Vala. The last thing she heard was Chase saying violence. What ever happened out here? That may be the last time I shut my office door.
The Lordess blue eyes quickly darted around the halls as she walked along. Spotting Sidor Grigoriev with someone new as her beast fought within at the feeling of new blood.
Her head continued to turn one way and another while she wondered what violence occurred. Until she spotted a mess on the floor. Whatever smile was on her face when she left her office vanished immediately. It was still pleasant, but her blue eyes held something else in them.
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