Post by Mike Lohmann on Sept 24, 2014 18:26:56 GMT -8
(All language, here, is in French)
Notification was sent, and silently, the Sheriff awaited. But it seemed that he did not need to wait long, or perhaps the movement of time was nothing to him.
Dimitri and his partner approached, she was slightly behind he. The man didn't seem to hesitate as he approached and spoke, " I know I discussed the covering to you via phone. If you're concern of traces, it was a burnable phone."
Amgrim stands quietly, looking over the docks. He was dressed in a business suit, but still very bearded and rough looking. His hands were in his pockets, as he stared quietly out over the water. He waved a hand dismissively, and returns the conversation in French. "I am concerned about nothing. What information do you have, from the other end of things? Please, discuss in detail." Yet he did not look upon them, for now. He seemed to be focused on the water, in thought.
The other male nodded, "It was the anarchs. You know this of course, but we had the opportunity to question one before my....'fellow' toreador shot him in the back.They were there to assault the prince. We were sent to the Prince's haven.
Additionally, one Anarch, by the name of Franklin Doyle, managed to escape. Clan Gangrel."
Amgrim nodded slowly. The very action itself, held a small creep factor. It was more robotic and ever so slight. "What else?" Spoken in gruff monotone.
The man began again. "The knowledge of the Prince's haven is known only to the two of us, Echo, and Vincent."
He continued, "The prince has a living sword, it seems, as defense of his haven.It slew the vast majority of the anarchs there. Franklin Doyle and the questioned one were in the ground when we arrived.Do you have anything to add London?" He man looked back to the quiet girl behind him.
"I saw what it was that cause the anarchs to go underground and hide in fear," she muttered.
Amgrim didnt have much patience, and spoke sharply."Speak then, child."
She blinked and softly nodded, "The Gangrel anarchs came up against a mighty rose of rage that attacked with out prejudice or provocation. Yes, they were sent, but before they even started their so called mission, the rose attacked violently without remorse. When they tried to retreat, and meld into the ground, the rose struck the ground in hopes of finishing its task. It moved on after, becoming bored with its quarry. They were legitimately afraid we had come to finish the job"
Demitri spoke up again, "To be fair, Vincent kind of did finish it...I was really hoping to get one alive for the prince."
"You are speaking of the Prince, A Toreador, or an actual rose?" Amgrim all but ignored the previous words spoken by the other male kindred. He had still yet to look at them.
"London? Please answer the sheriff to the best of your ability."
She stilled for a moment, then quietly spoke again. "It was a vision, so in it, the prince was represented by a giant rose.The two Gangrel were represented by large wolves."
The Sheriff finally turned his head, slowly, to gaze upon the two. "A vision." Again, he was still, gaze fixated upon the two. "Do either of you hold the ability to dive into the minds of others, to unlock the secrets within?"
"I believe London has...developed a certain set of skills in regards to reading images from others." Dimitri was quiet the talker.
"...Forcing them to speak, or extracting intel from their minds..." The large viking seemed to be trying to clarify what it was he was enquiring about.
"I'm sorry sir, we do not have that ability at this time." The girl nodded, quietly, as Dimitri spoke yet again. "Our methods of coaxing out information are much more...subtle." The girl spoke again, adding. "We do things delicately. The mind is a gragile thing that can be broken if not handled delicately."
Dimitri's turn again, "London assists me in keeping them calm, and reading things as they come to the surface of their mind.I deliver a line of questions, and find what is needed."
"This prevents any risks of breaching the masquerade. We had to employ this method in a much stricter city before," spoke the small girl, once again.
Amgrim nodded slightly, listening to the words that they spoke. "Good. You will assist me in questioning a Kindred that we found with the Anarchs."
London shot a look at Dimitri, a small ribbon of fear sparkled in her eyes. Her companion was quick to settle her, though, "London, it will be fine. How may we assist sir?" She relaxed... kinda.
"You will accompany, over the course of however long it takes, and unlock any secrets the individuals mind holds. He is not to die."
"Understood. Should we concern ourselves with the one that escaped, as we know his name?
"Any and all additional information is relevant. But if you do such, you may need to be careful, should he have crossed into the lands of others. Ettiquette and all that." He sniffed once, looking off... then back to them. "We will start immediately. You will do such, under official capacity. The both of you."
London blinked, falling silent and looking to Dimitri. He would decide their fait.
And without missing a beat, "If it pleases you and the Prince, so be it."
"The prince, you serve. I get neither pleasure nor displeasure, from this. If you are both acknowledge kindred, then now you are acknowledged Hounds." He looked slowly back towards the water. "You will facilitate whatever activities I require of you, in service of the Prince and the Domain." He sniffed once again. "I am sure you will do fine." A small smrik slipped across his lips.
The woman was quick to respond. "Yes sir." Dimtri spoke, "Fair enough. Let us know the time and place for the questioning of the captive.
"The time is now... you will follow me." With that, he turned on a heel, and began walking off into the depths of Ballard. The pair looked at each other, and quickly fell in step behind.
Notification was sent, and silently, the Sheriff awaited. But it seemed that he did not need to wait long, or perhaps the movement of time was nothing to him.
Dimitri and his partner approached, she was slightly behind he. The man didn't seem to hesitate as he approached and spoke, " I know I discussed the covering to you via phone. If you're concern of traces, it was a burnable phone."
Amgrim stands quietly, looking over the docks. He was dressed in a business suit, but still very bearded and rough looking. His hands were in his pockets, as he stared quietly out over the water. He waved a hand dismissively, and returns the conversation in French. "I am concerned about nothing. What information do you have, from the other end of things? Please, discuss in detail." Yet he did not look upon them, for now. He seemed to be focused on the water, in thought.
The other male nodded, "It was the anarchs. You know this of course, but we had the opportunity to question one before my....'fellow' toreador shot him in the back.They were there to assault the prince. We were sent to the Prince's haven.
Additionally, one Anarch, by the name of Franklin Doyle, managed to escape. Clan Gangrel."
Amgrim nodded slowly. The very action itself, held a small creep factor. It was more robotic and ever so slight. "What else?" Spoken in gruff monotone.
The man began again. "The knowledge of the Prince's haven is known only to the two of us, Echo, and Vincent."
He continued, "The prince has a living sword, it seems, as defense of his haven.It slew the vast majority of the anarchs there. Franklin Doyle and the questioned one were in the ground when we arrived.Do you have anything to add London?" He man looked back to the quiet girl behind him.
"I saw what it was that cause the anarchs to go underground and hide in fear," she muttered.
Amgrim didnt have much patience, and spoke sharply."Speak then, child."
She blinked and softly nodded, "The Gangrel anarchs came up against a mighty rose of rage that attacked with out prejudice or provocation. Yes, they were sent, but before they even started their so called mission, the rose attacked violently without remorse. When they tried to retreat, and meld into the ground, the rose struck the ground in hopes of finishing its task. It moved on after, becoming bored with its quarry. They were legitimately afraid we had come to finish the job"
Demitri spoke up again, "To be fair, Vincent kind of did finish it...I was really hoping to get one alive for the prince."
"You are speaking of the Prince, A Toreador, or an actual rose?" Amgrim all but ignored the previous words spoken by the other male kindred. He had still yet to look at them.
"London? Please answer the sheriff to the best of your ability."
She stilled for a moment, then quietly spoke again. "It was a vision, so in it, the prince was represented by a giant rose.The two Gangrel were represented by large wolves."
The Sheriff finally turned his head, slowly, to gaze upon the two. "A vision." Again, he was still, gaze fixated upon the two. "Do either of you hold the ability to dive into the minds of others, to unlock the secrets within?"
"I believe London has...developed a certain set of skills in regards to reading images from others." Dimitri was quiet the talker.
"...Forcing them to speak, or extracting intel from their minds..." The large viking seemed to be trying to clarify what it was he was enquiring about.
"I'm sorry sir, we do not have that ability at this time." The girl nodded, quietly, as Dimitri spoke yet again. "Our methods of coaxing out information are much more...subtle." The girl spoke again, adding. "We do things delicately. The mind is a gragile thing that can be broken if not handled delicately."
Dimitri's turn again, "London assists me in keeping them calm, and reading things as they come to the surface of their mind.I deliver a line of questions, and find what is needed."
"This prevents any risks of breaching the masquerade. We had to employ this method in a much stricter city before," spoke the small girl, once again.
Amgrim nodded slightly, listening to the words that they spoke. "Good. You will assist me in questioning a Kindred that we found with the Anarchs."
London shot a look at Dimitri, a small ribbon of fear sparkled in her eyes. Her companion was quick to settle her, though, "London, it will be fine. How may we assist sir?" She relaxed... kinda.
"You will accompany, over the course of however long it takes, and unlock any secrets the individuals mind holds. He is not to die."
"Understood. Should we concern ourselves with the one that escaped, as we know his name?
"Any and all additional information is relevant. But if you do such, you may need to be careful, should he have crossed into the lands of others. Ettiquette and all that." He sniffed once, looking off... then back to them. "We will start immediately. You will do such, under official capacity. The both of you."
London blinked, falling silent and looking to Dimitri. He would decide their fait.
And without missing a beat, "If it pleases you and the Prince, so be it."
"The prince, you serve. I get neither pleasure nor displeasure, from this. If you are both acknowledge kindred, then now you are acknowledged Hounds." He looked slowly back towards the water. "You will facilitate whatever activities I require of you, in service of the Prince and the Domain." He sniffed once again. "I am sure you will do fine." A small smrik slipped across his lips.
The woman was quick to respond. "Yes sir." Dimtri spoke, "Fair enough. Let us know the time and place for the questioning of the captive.
"The time is now... you will follow me." With that, he turned on a heel, and began walking off into the depths of Ballard. The pair looked at each other, and quickly fell in step behind.