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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 28, 2010 12:01:53 GMT -8
Jack arrived at the park. It was 4 am and the police patrols wouldn't be back in this area for the rest of the night. It wouldn't matter if they did, though. Try as they might, they wouldn't be able to see him as he was now. Cainite powers of the blood had many applications. Concealing himself from the minds of others was not one that was innate to his clan, but that didn't mean it didn't have its uses. Having a thousand-year-old mentor did have its advantages.
Jack waited at the park bench, calling on the powers of preternatural sight that WERE innate to his blood, searching for the clanmate he had requested meet with him.
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Post by Vito on Mar 30, 2010 15:20:44 GMT -8
A whistling tune comes out from behind Jack as Bonaparte sits on a bench waiting as though he has been sitting there for a while.
"Hello Jack. How are you this evening?"
Bonaparte says as though he cares about the answers. He is wearing a blue tee shirt and jeans. His shoes were hiking boots that looked as theough he'd been trampling through some mud. He never looked towards Jack when talking either. His eyes locked on his Blackberry. He continued...
"I hope everything is well with you."
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 30, 2010 15:57:40 GMT -8
Jack leans back into the bench, taking in Bonaparte's countenance. "Oh yes, indeed. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, it is much appreciated. I asked to meet with you for several reasons. In addition to your insight into the infernal influence in the city, you seem to be a well-established clanmate, someone who can point me in the direction of some of our clan's traditional resources. I have already spoken with father Horus, and it seems prudent to me to establish connections with the whole of my clan while I am in Detroit."
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Post by Vito on Mar 30, 2010 16:51:17 GMT -8
((OOC Please do not post in blue... Its hard to read.))
Bonaparte still doesn't take his eyes from his Blackberry as he speaks. Typing and reading as he responds both to the clan-mate near him and whomever he is talking to on his phone.
"Father Horus is a fool who is famous for his You Tube adventures. I wouldn't put too much stalk into him if I were you.
We also have a Bishop Lucas. He seems more interested in Magic and Rituals than he is in the betterment of our clan as a whole.
I have worked hard to get where I am at and try not to worry myself with those that waste my time or who are drains on the sect as a whole. Rumor has it that you are of famous blood. How can a man of my stature aid you?"
Bonaparte gave a slight smirk as he spoke and his voice reflects that he amused himself a bit.
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 30, 2010 21:04:37 GMT -8
Jack considers for a moment. "I don't see why Lucas would be concerned with the betterment of Clan Tzimisce, as he seems to be a Lasombra. Of course, appearances can be deceiving, and I haven't given the matter any particular attention.
"As far as Father Horus, his actions are his own. If you are able to provide something more efficient to my needs than him, however, that is its own matter. I am currently looking to gain access to this city's revenants. Specifically, I need a Bratovich old and experienced enough to possess and raise hell hounds, and I need an Obertus with enough expertise and connections to aid me in my research of the infernal activities hereabouts.
"In addition to this, I am interested in developing some of the more complex and obscure abilities our clan have developed. In particular, the ability to control emotional frequencies, one's own and others. Can you point me in the right direction to learn this?"
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Post by Vito on Mar 30, 2010 22:01:05 GMT -8
Bonaparte pauses for a moment realizing that he confused the bishop for his friend. His eyes still locked and glued to his Blackberry. As he is typing away on his device.
"Yes he IS Lasombra. His buddy with the mask is our clan. They are so much alike sometimes I can't tell which one is which. If I remember correctly he has hounds and could probably point you in the right direction. Dogs aren't my thing. More of a cat person myself."
Bonaparte stops playing on his Blackberry and pulls his head up to think for a moment. Not looking in Jack's direction he asks:
"Why do you want to learn such an ability? I know two who can teach it to you but it'll cost you something to gain it from them."
His eyes look back to his Blackberry as he listens to the response.
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 31, 2010 7:08:47 GMT -8
Jack nods in response to Bonaparte's statements. "I will speak to Lucas' packmate about his revenant ties. That should suffice well enough to provide me with what I need in that arena.
"As for the technique I am interested in learning, my reasons are twofold: first, I wish to understand it from an academic point of view. The principles of its functions would offer me new insights into my studies along my path. Second, of a more practical nature, is that it would provide me with additional defenses in my research of the infernalist problems in the city. Far easier to infiltrate and uncover cainite infernalists who believe I am who I say I am when they observe my aura."
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Post by Vito on Mar 31, 2010 11:39:49 GMT -8
As Bonaparte listens to the statement of intent he stops all texting. For the first time looks into the direction of Jack and locks eyes.
"When the inquisition rolled through here last time I and my pack mate were almost killed simply for having this ability. This ability will cover you and give you an ability never to have your true feelings and motivations uncovered. People will not trust you and you will need to start stepping up to the plate to prove your worth by having this ability.
I can teach it to you but it will cost you first. I am about the betterment of the sect. I want to see the sect grow and prosper like a fine tuned machine. Currently there are those causing havoc in my eyes and I cannot stand for this.
You are rumored to be of famous decent. I want to have direct contact with your Gran-sire for personal matters. This would require me to have a personal audience with him. Get me this and I will teach you want to learn."
Bonaparte studies Jack as he speaks and listens closely to his response.
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 31, 2010 17:39:56 GMT -8
Jack's face is inscrutable, staring at Bonaparte intently. "Before I agree to anything, you will need to clarify some things for me. Who do you think my grandsire is? Where would you get that information? And most importantly, what do you want to speak with them for? Assuming I have access to that individual, they would want to know the reason for this meeting first before agreeing to anything."
(OOC, I'm going to attempt to read Bonaparte's mind after asking these questions, as they will now be on his mind, and compare any answers to what he says to me. We can resolve it through testing however you like.)
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Post by Vito on Mar 31, 2010 22:13:17 GMT -8
Bonaparte smirks at Jacks expression.
"I heard you've been bragging about it. My business is my own and if your Gran-sire wants to know here is my card. and most importantly... If the rumors are true then I do not have to tell you the name."
Bonaparte goes back to his Blackberry and puts it into his pocket he then goes quiet as he waits for a response looking back to Jack as he hands him a blank business card with a number on it.
(( OOC We will test at game if you still care.))
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Post by Wade Garrett on Apr 1, 2010 14:53:24 GMT -8
Jack takes the card and looks at it. Tucking it into his jacket, he turns back to Bonaparte. "You heard wrong, it seems. I have not discussed my lineage with anyone in this city, which suggests that someone is telling stories out of school. Tsk, tsk. No matter. What does matter is that regardless of your intentions, whoever it is you think I have access to will certainly not agree to any requests of audience unless they are first informed of its reason. I'm afraid that if you cannot budge on this matter then we are just wasting eachother's time on this topic."
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Post by Vito on Apr 1, 2010 18:16:15 GMT -8
((OOC You have told multiple people OOC that you are an adviser to Vykos. It got back to Bonaparte IC because of it. Bonaparte now knows ICly. Not my fault.))
"I believe that the Vykos will see me without your knowing of what I wish to dicuss with him. I'm kind of known around here. Maybe YOU are not aware of this but I am sure that he has heard of me."
Bonaparte grins at his own amusement.
"Nevertheless if you wish to learn that trick you will get me an audience or find a different teacher. Think about it before you respond. Responding without thinking out all of your options and burning bridges before they are built will indeed hasten ones mortality."
With that Bonaparte gets up and begins to walk away.
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