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There's a shuffling at the stairs, and the rhythmic thump thump thump of a head striking stairs.
And so Regent Jayant Nagaraj arrives, dragging the Torpid form of Chris Wooding.
He looks around, eyes questing for the Prince or some other official, after leaving his cargo at the foot of the stairs like luggage for a bellhop to collect.
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Kreighton was about to interject into their little argument when Jayant arrived, with the unconscious and torpid Wooding behind him. "Does that happen often in your courts?" he asked with a good bit of sincerity behind his words. He glanced across to the two coming in, and then shrugs.
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*And that is Max's cue to wake up from the night dream about which of the gathered Kindred would produce the most energy when tossed into a Mr Fusion and step over to the prone body on the floor. He prods the man's side with the tip of his shoe, not recognizing the new face. He looks back up to Nagaraj with a nonchalant shrug, placing his hands in his pockets. * Rodent problems, Regent?
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Jayant nods, and it's almost a bow. Despite his Regency, a lifetime of deference still stains his mannerisms.
"Indeed, Deputy. Given his Majesty's Law on the Vinculum, I brought him here to see if he would be roused. Have you seen the Prince? And if not, is there a... storage facility?"
Not an unreasonable question, considering the collection the Keeper seemed to have at her disposal.
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Amos, seeing that he's not more welcome than that in the conversation and with the lack of reaction from Kreighton, takes a step back and take his Iphone from his pocket, starting to send some text messages with it.
When he sees the Regent Nagaraj arriving with a torpid kindred, Amos can't help but think 'Not again...' and starts hoping he will not have to take care of the body this time. He remains silent though and refrains from making any comment to avoid becoming the next victim...
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"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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Larrys face list his smile as fast as the Oh Shit! goes through his head. Well, Gerard had taught him how to show respect when you fuck up. He remained quiet through her discourse, his first move to say that she was right. After she finished, he calmly. While she won't forget this, if she was going to discipline him more she would have.
"Dearest Lady, please forgive my indisgression, I swear it sill not happen again. A muted thump is heard outside the door, before the talking outside the room. "D'jyou hear that?"
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Melissa rolled her eyes as she descended down the stairs into court once more. Already she was bracing for impact with a host of fearsome beasts and weaker ones assaulting her to the point she might do something stupid and get labled something that would haunt her unlife for some time. Already she could feel it snarling and cowering. Well, it wasn't so bad last time. No one was mur...der...ing... She stopped in midstep.
...And soon found herself with the question of why was a dead body on the floor?!
Well, it's one hell of an icebreaker, that she was certain of. But it didn't answer much as she looked around in bewilderment.
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*Max shakes his head.* Not that I've seen tonight, but he might be hold up in his office. I'll put this one with the others... *He says, already bending down and hooking his arms under the torpid man's armpits. He drags it away to the storage closet where Ciara kept the other "Guests" of the Court. He unceremoniously drops him to the floor; he'd probably just lie there and gather dust like all the others anyway. They really need to gather up all the Sleeper in the city and just rent a storage shed for them.
The mess cleaned up, he returns to the entrance to Court, a nod to Martha as he walks past.*
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Martha had kept very much a 'back seat' as the chatter unfolded about her, shaken by the 'smile' earlier and now wide eyed at the deposition of the corpse, she watches...quietly, bobs a curtsy to those near her and hobbles off to help Mr Heinz in some way with moving the body...even if it's opening a few doors for him while he had his hands full...pale and looking a bit stunned, Martha is probably too late though, but her intentions were there.
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