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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 6:15 pm
"Good, good," Bren stepped over to stand behind his desk. "Anyone else going?"
((just to clear things up, the arcadian sisters circus is only slightly based on the midnight circus white wolf made. however, it's not the same.......also, the 'you don't run away and join it, it runs away and joins you' is credited fully to Joshua Safford's story, Midnight Circus.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 6:29 pm
((i missed Sari's post))
Bren looked at the woman, then shrugged, "Fine...introductions."
He sats in his chair and leaned back a bit. "My name is Brendanus Erskine, and I am the prince of this City. You accepted my summons, which means you can not breath...or write...a word of it to anyone not present in this room. I also own this club, and quite a few of the people with in. The heads of your own kinds know this...and we all work together to keep the peace in this city. Now, who am I dealing with?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 7:54 pm
Jimmy looked from Morgan to Brendanus. This was getting better and better. He waited for a moment and smiled, "Well, I'm St. Jimmy and you better not wear it out." Yup, the same old line again. He used it every chance he got, why? He wasn't sure.
This Bren guys interested him...he seemed oddly famaliar. Wasn't he the guy from earlier humming the music from Jimmy's lost cd? Yes, he was sure it was. He was the prince, him?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:34 pm
"Forgive me for my ignorance, Prince. I have as few dealings as possible with the 'heads of my kind.'"
There was a smile on her face the entire time; but there was the tiniest spark in her brown eyes that betrayed her anger. She disliked being spoken down to immensely; and she felt that was what Brendanus had done.
She was also irritated with herself; because while her pride told her to refuse, her curiosity drove her to accept. Besides, while she had no plans to write about what took place tonight...who knew what story possibilities there'd be later on?
"I'm surprised you'd be willing to gamble on a reporter's ability to pass up a story," she said, her gaze holding his. "It's not in our nature, you know." She let a pause hang in the air for effect before lifting her eyebrows with a careless shrug and continuing. "But," she said, a catlike smile playing across her lips, "I'm hooked. My services are at your disposal." Her laugh was self deprecating; how did she manage to make that sound sexual? "We have several databases at the newspaper," she continued, all business. "I'll see if I can find anything on this circus there."
Her eyes scanned the room, waiting for the others to speak.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 10:45 pm
"I'm glad you can find it with in you to hold your tongue," Bren smiled a little. "I'd hate to have to hold it for you."
He reached for the flyer, "See if any of you can find moreof these flyers....or who's putting them up."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 11:16 pm
Morgan stood up a bit straighter, looking as though she'd been visibly struck. The smile was gone, replaced by a shocked and outraged and expression that almost said, "How dare you?" The open threat, delivered in such a charming lilt, sent chills down her spine.
But while she hadn't known who Bren was, she DID know of the vampires' prince; and looking around her, she thought she knew why the glamour seemed particularly lacking here. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she became consciously aware of what she'd subconsciously known all along.
It struck the reporter then that Brendanus had recognized her for what she was, more than human; but in a rare moment in her life, she skipped faking the playful banter, and was silent.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 11:38 am
Jimmy looked from the prince to Morgan and back. He jumped in between and craked a smile, "Uh huh." He cleared his throat, "Me, St. Jimmy, here!" He did NOT like being ignored and had to get some attention. The prince wasn't that cool.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:11 pm
Bren looked at Jimmy, "Yes, I know who you are...take a few with you. Just in case..."
He looked at the others, "Well?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:42 pm
*Harry swallowed nervously as he triple read the letter in his hand. The ornate calligraphy did not lie, the Duke did indeed wish to see him. He felt a little intimidated by such a powerful man and Harry hoped he was nice. He changed into the best clothing he had and ran a comb through his hair. Though he tried his best to tame the mess on his head it again settled into the windswept style cowlicks and all. With a sigh he traveled to where he was supposed to be and looked up in awe of the tall doorway he was to walk through. Taking a breath for courage he lifted up his hand to knock.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:03 pm
The door was opened by a rather beautiful woman, though it was marred by a scowl. Her silvery eyes looked over the boy, then she stepped aside indicating for him to enter. "You are late."
The duke, a dark skinned man with short, pale blonde hair looked up. He motioned Harry closer, "That is all Morrisa, you are excused."
He turned his seemingly pupiless, midnight blue eyes back towards the young boy. "You, come closer.....Harry, is it? I've heard good things about you from you late mentor."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:20 pm
*Harry gave the women a very apologetic look and before he realized it was presented in front of the Duke himself. He immediately bowed respectfully however a mite clumsily and walked a bit closer as per the Duke's request.* Thank you for your kindness. . . . My mentor was very learned, it was tragic I had not more time with him.
*That was true, Harry did wish he could have learned more from his teacher however he knew he would have to do his best with what life doled out to him. Even if who he looked up to was gone he knew somehow he would find a way to get through it. He paused, not being sure if he was expected to continue talking or some other action was required of him. Harry for now would concentrate on not making a mistake. If he did he was sure he would not only be embaressed but how would he show his face to the Duke again if he screwed up?*
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:26 pm
Once the sidhe had left the room, the duke smiled at Harry. "Relax...I'm not going to reprimend you if you mess up. Please, just be yourself."
He stood up and went to a a large cabinet, opening it. "Would you like some juice? It's fresh grape juice."
Emlyn found a small item he'd been looking for, then carried it back to the desk.
((Bob, don't forget Harry's pooka-ese))
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:41 pm
Emlyn set the silver etched lighter on the desk, then goes to a small bar. He rumages behind it, then carries a glass of grape juice to Harry. "Here you are."
He sits back behind his desk, pulling the lgihter closer to him. "I have a slight errand for you. It seems a few flyers have been placed in town advertising a circus...it's called Arcadian Sisters Great and Secret Show. We have no idea who these sisters are...but the prince of the city....that is the vampire prince...is enlisting the council's help to find out what is going on. I'm going to send you over to his office...be prepared against the banality there....though, it's not as harsh as most vampire lairs are."
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