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 Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:42 pm
Seeing as Raoul spends more and more of his time ordering people around lately, this is his thread. And that for the syndicate too... as and when those high and mighty gits decide to interact with the peons.
The HQ is located in what initially seems to be a simple town hall in one of the larger pseudo-cities the UK posseses. Until you go inside.
Behind the official venier of cube offices, grey clad workers and paperwork spilling out of filing cabinets lies an extended network of meeting rooms, test facilities, laboratories and workshops, all concealed within other builidngs which appear sperate and underground from the innocent facade.
Raoul's own office lies within the building, the lush cherrywood and leather scheme of his base of operations designed to both impress and humble any visitor. With his desk slightly raised from the interviewee's position, it intimitdated both with its size, location and the wolves carved into both the desk itself and any other wooden surface in the room and ante chamber outside. Apocraphyl paintings hang in every free space and the whole room smells of old books and tomes which line the walls on groaning stacks due to the overburden of weight each shelf presents.
Aside from Raoul's chambers, several stories further underground, the Syndicate holds its mundane base, a single huge circular room with seats for each of the members, the names of each Syn inscribed on a chair facing into the circle. It is here teh three ruling Camarilla princes are frequently summoned to recive orders directly from both the Syndicate and Council regarding everything from the Jyhad to Sabbat incursions.
For anyone entering the town hall with business with the Prince or any other Cainite matter, the ghouls on the doors will often be able to single out the people summoned and guide them to the Prince. Anyone without a prior appointment however will undoubtedly also be picked up by the well trained ghouls... and detained in less luscious surrpoundingsuntil they are cleared by higher officials.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:00 pm
*Returning to his offices after the latest meeting with his superiors, Raoul looked washed out and exhausted. Dropping into his chair, he silently accepted the proferred vitae from his ever attendant servants and allowed Jane, the Toreador trainee he had taken on on accepting his position as Prince and Primogen, to pour him a brandy and start massaging his tensed shoulders*
How did it go?
The next phase is about to start.
Already?!
Yes. Remember you do not know everything about this Jane. Only what I have told you and you have gained from your Sire.
But isnt this ahead of schedule?
Of course. Would you expect anything less from our tools?
Considering their clan? Yes. I would have expected it to be late and an even bigger mess than it already is.
Which just goes to show you still have your own pride to get over and wouldnt now the first thing about picking your underlings wisely.
That's unfair.
Whatever. Look, the Syn will be arriving over the next few days. Arrange the very best of quaters for them, assist them however they request and for crying out oud DONT offend any of them.
You want ME to deal with them?
Their day to day house keeping, yes. Whats the matter? Scared?
No sir...
You dont lie well.
Why are they coming here?
They ARE our bosses, Jane....
I know but...
But they normally drop in for meetings and dont stay. This time is different. Big changes coming. Important changes. It's going to change the entire battlefield, and our strategies. Not one bit of it will be smooth and those involved are going to be tested all over again. Including us.
Then...
Yes. People are getting bloody promoted again. Which ALWAYS causes trouble.
What about the patrols?
The usual patrol routines will stay the same. I want you to manage the schedule for me. Get in contact with Corbin for the DeSeer side of things, he'll handle it. If you cant get him, pass your orders to Jan and let me know. I want every patrol shortened by ten minutes, but out one extra session a week. Warn Joe we're proabbly going to have more vehicles in to be repaired over the next few weeks. Get on the line to Benny. I want to know about anyone of ours suddenly turning up in the area, or going missing. And call in all the leuitenants for a debriefing. We'll be handing down orders to Sire again soon I should think and I want people on the look out for good candidates. We could do with a few more SAS on the in. Get me a schedule for government sanctioned patrols. Highlight any that wouldnt be put down to Al Qaeda or Hezbulla if they suddenly vanished. I also want an update on the Eagles if possible and a list of exactly who we have on active service from Sergeants up. Exclude the DeSeer branch from that report - as ever I'll handle them personally. I do want an update on Ravage and her team though. And the reports from Devon. Benny should have those. As soon as possible please Jane and try not to involve too many outside parties. The more you deal with yourself, the happier I'll be. I need it all in the next few days.
Yes sir. Is there anything I can get you before I go?
No. Just make sure you see Jason tonight. I want you focused for the next few days and this'll be your last night off for a few weeks.
Yes sir. I'll see you tomorrow evening after I organise the accomodations for the Syndicate.
Good girl. Off you go then.
*After she'd left, Raoul sighed and sipped his brandy, idly leafing through the reports on his desk. Glancing up at teh painting opposite him, he sighed and rubbed his tenples*
I hate politics.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:42 am
*Approaching the main entrance in her uniform, Roan had no trouble gaining admittance to the back chambers and halls of the building as many of the ghouls moved back away form her as she entered.
Stalking along familiar hallways and passages, she waved away the customary escort and took herself straight to Raoul's antechamber, seating herself on the leather couch directly opposite the blurred oil painting of teh apocalypse on the opposite wall. Resigning herself to waiting, she closed her eyes and sighed*
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:44 am
*Meanwhile the Syndicate members arrived by the rear doors, met with pomp and swagger by the teams Jane had arranged and were led firstly to their accomodations, but then swiftly made their way downstairs to the circular conferance room and their individual seats, Bailey and Ice among them*
Show time... hehehe...
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:07 am
Outside the building in the quiet of the night a lone black butterfly swooped in from the sky, disappearing into an alley beside the building. Moments later Azrael stepped out of the alley and looked up at the building.
Guess this is the place...
*Looking around for corbin he leant against the wall by the door, waiting his brothers arrival*
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:09 am
Parking his Lamborghini Diablo out the front of the building Corbin stepped out in full appropriate attire. His cap complete with rank and sect insignia, matching that of his coat. With his bunched at the knees pinstripes, and decorated tail wrapped about his waist in the fashion of a belt, beneath the loops his pants allowed for such an accessory.
On his right side he wore a decorative saber with fine silver and gold ornate designs, and his left hip carried an empty gun holster. With his hair tied back, headwings hidden beneath the locks he took a moment to straighten his garbs.
"This is going to be a nightmare i'm sure."
Pulling a well secured suit case from his passenger seat he then locked the car up and double checked the contents of his suit case. Laptop, an array of memory cards and some folders present, before approaching the building.
Cocking a brow, Corbin noticed Azrael, readily waiting him and sighed, giving an idle scratch at the skin around his eye patch.
"Beat me here I see. Been waiting long?"
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:13 am
Long enough, Dear Brother
*Azrael smirked and headed towards the doorway*
Come on then, lets get this over with...
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:16 am
"Heh, you can save the faux compassion for when we are under the magnifying glasses."
With that Corbin followed in tow, giving a wicked eye to any of the suits they passed which dared look at him with query, let alone the attendants, or the Ghouls at the entrance to Raoul's office.
Entering, Corbin gave a warm smile and wave to Roan, finding her on a couch already.
"Ah, seems I was the last to arrive after all. Evening mistress."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:19 am
Oh goody, the parties all here. Word of advice boys... only answer what you're asked, dont even BREATHE too loudly and for godsakes dont lip anyone back. I'd appreciate it if we all walked out of this one alive. Well... as alive as possible in the circumstances.
*She rolled her head over on her shoulders to look at the pair, the worn nature of her features still visible under her current lack of Daemonic symbiote*
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:21 am
*Exiting his office, Raoul half bowed and nodded to teh gathered trio*
Good evening, Clan DeSeer. The Council has laready conveyned downstairs and awaits only our presence to continue. The Syndicate has also taken its seats for this eveving, though the four warlords are not in attendance, but I have been asked ot warn the heir not to exercise his right to vengeance tonight, at least... there are those among the gathered the Syn feels he may have some issues with... this way.
*Raoul then indictaed the way down the hall towards the council's cicular meeting room, his over formality belying his own concerns and apprehensions*
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:23 am
*Azrael nodded silently as Roan spoke and then took a place to her left as Raoul addressed them. He waited for the signal to move out, his hand nervously resting at the hilt of his zanpaktou*
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:27 am
Corbin responded to Roan much the same as Az had, and as Raoul entered, straightened his posture. It always made his skin crawl in a most unnatural manner to be around the Prince.
He however abided by Raoul's directions, quirking but a brow at his odd warning.
Following on Roan's right side, opposite Az, following Roan's movements as she was the clan leader.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:31 am
*Gancing to either side as her childer fell in, Roan couldn't shake the uneasy feeling as they headed downstairs behind Raoul. For one thing, he'd mentioned the Syn. ANYTHING the Syndicate had a hand in usually ended badly - especially for her. Her Sire was a member after all and even the thought of him nearby made her blood boil.
Calming herself, she straightened her jacket, added her currently held hat to her head and with a deep breath entered the Council room close on Raoul's heels.
As the Prince peeled off to his seat alongside the other two ruling Princes, Roan led Az and Corbin to the center of the circle, coming to attention with a click of her boot heels and saluting*
General Roan DeSeer, DeSeer clan branch, Camrilla units reporting. I bring with me Leuitenant Corbin DeSeer and Azrael DeSeer. How can we be of service, my Lords?
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:35 am
*As the three summoned clan members came to the circle, unusually it was Ice who stood as Syndicate representative tonight. Though the reason why should have been clear as the Tzimisce walked forwards in his faun form, a gross similie of Corbin himself.*
Well met. I am Syndicate Fear and will be speaking for the Council this evening. You have been summoned for a variety of reasons but before we begin the more pleasant proceedings, the Syndicate requests that the Leuitenant present himself and relinquish his stripes. The General will also relinquish her command.
*The only obvious sign of Ice's amusement was the flicking of his tail*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:42 am
Upon entering the room, Corbin instantly took notice of Ice seated among the Syndicate members. This prompted his tail to tighten around his waist, and his right brow to twitch, as he kept his eye on the fiend with a confused train of thought.
With a snap his boots clapped and his hands his left hand hit his thigh, as the right saluted in following to Roan.
It wasn't till Ice spoke up with a glimmer of joy noticable, ordering him to surrender his rank insignia, that the young Sion had to force the violet of his eye and lips to completely fade from his face, for fear that the intensity in the colour would show all too blatently.
Following directions, he had to bite his forked tongue so as to not curse, as he plucked the insignia from first his coat, then his cap, and presented them.
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