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Kreighton offers a slight smile in Anton's direction, then inclines his head to the other three present. "I would, gladly, were I not already involved in conversation. As I am also currently waiting for whom I believe was said to be the Harpy, perhaps further talk of the local Sanctum can wait a little longer?"
He continues his smile as he talks, but it goes away as he waits for the others to speak again.
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Martha seems subdued and now ill at ease. The small lady tries a shy smile to Krey and a respectful nod to Anton and rubs hard at her leg...the barely restrained withering tone in Anton's words was not lost on her. But then again, this Anton did seem all business...clearly a man of action and deed. Pondering this, as she massages her thigh, she seems about to offer an observation into the conversation...but, the mood fails her, and she remains quiet and subdued, merely waiting her turn in the chatter.
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Anton returns Martha's nod with a smile.
The expression seems very hollow. Empty-eyed, crooked and stiff. For a second, the faint smell of scorched fields becomes very potent. He turns to Kreighton.
"Perhaps you'll find me here once you've met with the Harpy."
Anton produces a torn piece of paper with numbers scrawled onto it. He passes it to Kreighton.
"You spoke of the old world?"
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Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|Cassandra listens to each and gives them each attention in turn as they speak. Taking quiet note of Anton trying to draw his fellow covenant member away so quickly. but she just tilts her head a moment and looks back to her fellow Daeva to speak first.
"I am sorry if you take this as too forward and insulting to your own home. But if they consider that secrecy then they wield it much more like an apprentices hammer against an Anvil than as the artform of a master blacksmith so to speak."
Her eyes then turn to Anton slowly and she smiles to him. "Are you in a rush over something all of a sudden this evening? You were content to simply wait once before now you seem to eager to leave our company and take others with you all of a sudden? Do you mind if I ask why Mister Florez?"
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The Haunt points the awful smile he'd offered Martha in Cassandra's direction.
"You can ask," he croaked. "I'll even answer, given the tone set here."
The Haunt's voice becomes less jagged drawl, more syrupy buzz. He gestured towards Kreighton with one hand, ciphered with bloodless little wounds.
"Like Brother Crais here, I follow the Lance. It's our shared belief that prompts my interest in him. It's the belief that compels me to have words with him. Like the court of Rome, I appreciate discretion. Seems ill-mannered to me, to speak on a gospel the rest of you don't share, here in this court. Wouldn't you say?"
The upper half of his face seems to abandon the crooked smile quite suddenly. He stares intently at Cassandra with hungry eyes.
"This sense of discretion makes it unpalatable to me, to treat a cousin's former home to reckless judgement and clumsy metaphor on the back of a lone sentence, spoken in the spirit of civility. It'll stay my tongue, more often than not, should thought strike me to question an unfamiliar on his nightly business."
His mouth and jaw seems to catch up with the blank expression he wears.
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Kreighton offers another nod towards Cassandra, then looks back to Anton. "I do agree with her, however. Rome is not so much about...as you say, discretion, so much as utter secrecy. The smallest amount of information is quite costly. However, I do feel it most important to take the time to make certain one is welcome within a city before any other dealings."
He inclines his head towards Anton once again, after reading the note.
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Victoria continued with her pleasant demeanor as the man exaggerated and laid out his scam. The man certainly is reckless and clumsy in his execution, she thought to herself.
"Mr Overwood, If you are going to lie put more effort into it, it is insulting. I certainly hope that you don't include telling lies among your list of skills, because you really are quite poor at it, and while I hope your ability when it comes to finance surpasses it I don't believe I will be requiring your services in that capacity. I wasn't just embraced yesterday and have more than a few coins to rub together."
She leaned back in her chair still staring at the man while her expression shifted from smiling to a more stoic expression. "Furthermore, while I find your attempt almost cute in a way, I don't appreciate being lied to or mislead. If you are serious about your intention to join the First Estate it would behoove you to be more honest with a Lady with in its ranks."
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Cassandra rather emotionlessly for a moment smooths out the skirt of her dress as she listens to the reply. glancing up once he's done talking and sighing softly.
"Ill mannered is mostly in the approach of how one speaks of it. However I will concede that some get offended more easily than others on such subjects but that leads back to the nature of people. So I can accept discretion as being quite a valid and honest answer Mr. Florez."
Then she actually smiles once more. Looking over to Kray for a moment and then back to Anton before speaking further.
"But before you try disciplining me on my presumptions again, Mr Flores. Please bear in mind that you are in the presence of not one but Two Daeva having met for the first time. Considering our clan is known for our Indiscretions, Gossip, Judgements, emotions and just all around rather socially driven nature to a level others might misinterperate or never understand at first glance. you would then realize that Mister Crais and I being what we are have probably had a half of dozen various snap judgements and harsh criticisms pass through our minds in just the last few moments on anything from the shoes that somebody is wearing to what we think of the decor of the room and how it suits our mood from one moment to the next and you would find that such comments are our way and was likely not harsh in the least compared to the discretion we show and the passing thoughts we do not share."
She then takes on a little more serious expression as her hands slide up and move through her blonde locks as she pushes her hair back from her face a bit and more behind her shoulders before letting it go.
"And please do understand that I tell you this not to belittle you but merely in hopes of furthering a bit of understanding between us. I bear no ill will to the Second estate in the least and you could have always asked us how we felt about the nature and doctrination of your religion and if we were ameable kept the conversation more at the uninitiated and friendly level while understanding that where we sit is perhaps the best position at the moment for starting your Covenant mate here..."
she lifts her hand up towards Kray and gestures towards him politely starting to speak with movements of her hands a bit and being just a little more animated.
"... to have a better chance of starting off right in this city reflecting well on him and on the Second Estate in it's own way. Which will hopefully in the foreseable future give you ample time to discuss more indepth Covenant concerns to the betterment of you both."
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Anton listens patiently, maintaining eye contact with Cassandra Dawes. He feels all the Beast's hunger and anger lap at him inside, pooling up against the walls of his consciousness. He banishes the thing and its urges, inclining his head towards Cassandra. The scar-tissue crossing his throat is wrenched into a pale knot. He replies calmly in a soft drawl.
"See now... another thing I believe is it's our purpose defining us; ahead of our heritage, ahead of lineage. Maybe you're thinking something 'long the lines of 'I'd join you in that school of thought, were I Worm-made and God-damned', but I've arrived at this understanding past the scope of my own curse."
As the Haunt pauses, his eyes flicker rapidly across the room, appraisingly. He pulls out a small piece of cloth and a blotch of soil from his sleeve, continuing.
"I've been and seen all over, Miss, and I've done it over a raw while. As it stands, I'd no sooner let preconceptions of Blood soften due offense than I'd presume a savage to sleep in the soil or a Worm-cousin to lay their head in a sewer."
His voice drops to a dusty whisper.
But that's a personal belief, and one I don't apply to this exchange. Your intentions were benign. I recognise that and I take no offense. We're all chained to this earth, Miss Dawes; we all got to pull. I reserve my ire for those pulling against Traditions."
Anton remains.
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