(1005) Avalon Underground

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara trails behind Staley, Madison, and the ghoul; closing the door and waiting a few moments to make sure she and Mac would have privacy when she spoke. She turns to face the Deputy, with perhaps six feet of space between them. Whatever she had to say, it obviously wasn't going to be intimate. She keeps her face even as she speaks, appearing completely calm.*

Deputy MacAntaghee, I believe that everyone needs a hobby. Our Requiems are sufficiently long enough that if one does not have something to pass the long nights, they will go insane. Mine happens to be fashion. If your's is dipping the mortal's pigtails in the ink wells, so be it. But I will remind you of two things.

First, I do not care what you do in private. But if your actions impact this Elysium, or worse yet, Court; you will find I care very much. Should your pass time cause an outburst like it did tonight, you will find yourself punished in equal measure to the one that actually caused the disruption.

And Secondly, with rare exceptions such as tonight, the Kine here will belong to a Kindred of the city. If I had been the owner of that girl, I would make damn sure to take payment out of the hide of whoever caused her to become injured. You may wish to pick your targets more carefully in the future, lest you become a target yourself.

*She is silent for a few moments, letting the words sink in. When she speaks again, she does so in the same calm voice, trying to take some of the sting out of her admonishment.* This is not an official censure. There will be no repercussions tonight; and I will not mention it at next Court when I remind everyone of the rules of conduct. Think of it as a bit of friendly advice to make both of our lives easier. I trust we shan't have to have this conversation again, Deputy?

[Fractured]

The Deputy nods and smiles at Ciara's lecture. "Very gracious of you. I'll amuse myself outside of Elysium, Keeper. Yeh have me word on it." He studies her face for several moments before walking forward to bridge some of the gap between them. He locks eyes with the Ventrue then and asks softly, "You still don't remember me, do you, Ciara? Think carefully."

Please make a Memory roll for Ciara at a -5 Penalty.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara is a little surprised as the Deputy moves closer, stopped from reprimanding him only by his softly spoken words.* I... *A look of confusion spreads across her face as she studies Mac, looking for some clue in the man that could be picked out from close to 150 years of memories...*

FAIL

2010-06-09 11:32:07
Ciara rolls 3 to to remember. (Int 2+ Comp 3+ Will -5) (10 Again)
3, 3, 6
failure

*After a long pause, she has to shake her head.* No, Deputy, I'm afraid I don't. Were you a member of the London Court?

[Jayant Nagaraj]

"Yes, I am starting to understand that," Jayant confessed to Wilhelm, happy to be joining in with the joke. "Luckily, it seems that the Sterling works very well of its own accord. I try to stay out of the way and sweep up every now and again, show my face here and there. The kine seem happy with that."

[Fractured]

Mac chuckles lightly. "London, yes. Court, no." The Deputy reaches into his pocket and removes an ancient photograph, wrapped within a yellow, blood-stained, silk handkerchief. He handles it reverentially, like it is the greatest treasure any man has ever possessed. He offers it to her.

The photograph is of ten young children outside a London orphanage. In the bottom left corner is a boy smirking just as the man in front of her does. And she remembers...

"Mac's not me name. It's-"

"Ebeneezer," she breathes.

Mac nods.

Ciara had always had a soft spot for the downtrodden. She supported several charities, among them this orphanage. To show their appreciation for their patrons, they invited them to a dinner. Ciara was quite taken with a quiet, keenly observant twelve-year old boy. When she spoke with him, she found him to possess both an incredible intellect and an insightful grasp of the human psyche well beyond his years. She gave him a yellow silk handkerchief, kissed his forehead, and told him that he was special, and would go on to do great things in life. She left the dinner and resolved to pull some strings to have young Ebeneezer admitted to the very best private school in London.

The next night, the Luftwaffe unleashed hell over English skies. The orphanage was utterly destroyed.

Mac explains, "Every person in that photograph is dead now, 'cept me, and that's debatable. I'm the only one who escaped. After the war, I took to hunting Nazi war criminals the world over. I was damn good at it, so good, I attracted the attention of my Sire." Mac grins at her. "Now I'm the best. Which is why I came to Sacramento to begin with. I've found another." He tips his head and offers his hand, as though he were inviting her to dance.

"Miss Ciara Maskelyne, Keeper of Elysium, would you do me the great honor of joining me in a Nazi-cide?"

[Asa]

Asa Clarke | Mask of Tranquility

Asa shook his head at Heathcliff, with a small smile; inwardly, he was quite pleased that Ciara had handled the situation quietly and efficiently...

...and without bothering him.

"That's quite all right. Also, if you'd like, you can have Olivette take that woman to a clinic, so she doesn't have to wait all night or make do on her own."

That much, he could do.

[Twist]

Twist quirked an eyebrow at Victoria's continuing comments but she restrained from any other outward sign of her potential dissaproval of Victoria's actions and words. Thankfully talk turned back to a topic she much more approved of...her theater.

"Thank you. I too am looking forward to the night. I am sure we will all be pleased with the outcome." A sudden spike, and in the back of her head her beast rumbled, recognizing the stronger predator but not threatened by it. Twisted looked up and around noticing the Kindred groups had shifted and reformed.

She considered excusing herself to go make her second stop of the evening, congratulating the Prince on his successful Court, but seeing him with Ishani and others decided she could wait a few moments longer.

[Heathcliff Staley]

Heathcliff nods. "Thank you, Sire, that is most generous of you. I will ask Olivette to do so. Is there anything else you require of me at this time?"

[Fractured]

Breezeann laughs, then excuses herself from Max's company.