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Serge's Introduction to the Prince
By: BIGDoor82 Date: January 28, 2025, 10:19 pm
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# Serge's Introduction
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## Angelique / 2025-01-29 02:27:56 | 11941
NPC
*Elegance isn't about being noticed,
it's about being remembered.*
-Giorgio Armani
Prince of Tampa Bay | Clan Toreador
*Midnight, The Tampa Museum of Art*
Thomas Banon is a tall, brick of a man with a very well groomed
mustache and a high and tight haircut. He wears a black suit
with a blue tie. He's wearing one of those cover communication
devices that the secret service use. Everything about him says
he's military.
Inside Angelique is here. She comes at least once a week. She's
tall, lithe, and beautiful, but seems to have been Embraced
later in life. It doesn't take away from her beauty though. She
wears an elegant dress. It's black, with a single strap on the
right side and a slit on the left that ends high on her pale
thigh. Her make up elegant, and natural looking. It highlights
her features quite well.
The place itself is a large room set up to entertain. There's a
stage that, during daylight operations, is used to display
various works of every size and shape. Tonight, for Elysium,
it's a stage for a beautiful young singer. Most people ignore
her and have their conversations at tables set up for the
Kindred. There is a staff of ghouls, including the man at the
door.
Welcome to Elysium, Her majesty Prince Angelique will see you
now.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-01-29 02:41:35 | 11942
Come see this little war of mine.
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
(i)'New city, new shark tank(/I)', thats what the old bastard
would have said, and Sergine knew it well. She'd been in enough
different cities since her unlife began to have a good idea of
just how much things changed city to city, and yet at the same
time, how little they changed. All that was old stayed fucking
old in the shadows of the Jihad, and new was to be chained down
and controlled until it too was ancient and covered in dust.
The Tampa Mueseum of Art was, perhaps a conglomerate of old and
new, an institution one might say fighting to remain relevant in
the world of tiktok, viral trends and attention spans smaller
than the space between atoms. Which made perfect sense why it
had become the Elysium of the city.
Sergine had tracked it down easily enough, and after a bit of
conversation here and there she'd learned quickly when the
Prince held court. From there it had been no effort at all to
show up on the right night, at the right time.
Sergine was dressed for business tonight, her usual garb
eschewed for a black suit, paired with a black button down and
an even blacker tie, it was a severe look, but given the person
wearing it it all fit a sense of asthetic. Sergine herself was
lean inside that suit, and standing at just over six feet did
not help matters. Her hair was close cropped, a matte of dark
brown hair that had at least been partially tamed for this
evening. Her features were sculpted, angular and strong, and at
one point she might have made a shot at being a model, were it
not for the scarring that seemed to flow across her features
like someone took a knife to a canvas. That said, her whole
appearance is androgynous, and in this moment, even pressing
into the side of masculine, a hard person to guess at...at a
glance at least.
She'd approach the man at the door, doing this right her hands
out at her side as she stepped up to the man.
"Sergine Carlock." She said cooly to the man. "I am here about
an introduction." There is a hint, faint though it might be of
an accent in that voice, one that perhaps the owner had worked
to quell over the years.
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## Angelique / 2025-01-29 02:58:11 | 11945
NPC
*Elegance isn't about being noticed,
it's about being remembered.*
-Giorgio Armani
Prince of Tampa Bay | Clan Toreador
Thomas' expression doesn't change. He speaks into the mic in his
sleeve and waits for an answer. Once he has it he waves, and
another ghoul comes. This one seems a lot less...Thomas. She's a
short blonde woman in a practical red dress. "Hi, I'm Sheron.
You're here for an introduction I'm told." She states with a
bubbly tone and waves for Serge to follow. Once they're inside,
away from possible kine ears "As you likely know, there are no
weapons of any kind allowed within Elysium." Sharon says as they
reach a supply closet turned into a weapons locker. "So if you
have any, please leave them here. They will be returned to you
upon exiting." She's just so...happy, but there's no light in
her eyes. This one has been the subject of Dominate...a lot...
It's likely her entire personality has been rewritten... The
Ventrue's liberal use of Dominate can get...dark.
Once Serge removes any weapons she's carrying she's lead further
into the building. The actual entrance isn't far and Sharon
opens the door for Serge. "Enjoy your visit. Prince Angelique is
the woman on the throne." She says and leaves once Serge passes
into the room. She wasn't exaggerating either. It's a literal
throne. It's actually kind of gorgeous, made of polished steel
and decorated with rose vines. The woman sitting on it seems to
be giving all her attention to everyone she speaks to, but from
the angel Serge has, she can see the woman is able to, and
likely does, see everything. Princes do not become Princes
without cunning.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-01-29 03:03:34 | 11946
Come see this little war of mine.
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
For someone with Sergine's history, you might think she'd have
come to this place packing, but the truth of the matter was that
unless they were freshly bathed in unlife, a member of the
kindred was more than weapon enough. When that bubbly doll, for
that is what this woman had been turned into, a breathing,
walking, carefully programmed doll asked for weapons, Sergine
simply unbuttoned her suit jacket and lifted it curtly, showing
the woman that she clearly bore no weapons.
"Don't have one don't need one." Is all she offered, her voice
dark and almost gravelly, as if she had been a smoker in life,
or had her vocal chords cooked at some point. She'd follow
Sheron, her foot falls solid but subdued, just enough to let the
ghoul know that she was still there, without speaking loudly of
her arrival.
"Merci." Is offered as they reach the entrance, and Sergine
steps in and beyond. She does not pause at the door, for a
variety of reasons, but her eyes track those in this space
taking in every monster in this space as she made for the
throne, and the woman who occupied it. She'd approach to within
a decent distance, close enough to be noticed, close enough to
be known to want to approach, without barging forward like some
kind of lumbering neanderthal.
She took the moment to consider the throne and the woman upon
it, wheels within her mind beginning to spool up to maximum,
this was where the game was played, and she knew how the pieces
moved, she just had to learn which piece was which, and who the
players were.
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## Angelique / 2025-01-29 03:32:16 | 11949
NPC
*Elegance isn't about being noticed,
it's about being remembered.*
-Giorgio Armani
Prince of Tampa Bay | Clan Toreador
Angelique notices the newcomer, her eyes flicking to her for a
split moment. She smiles and keeps talking to a young man for a
few moments longer before ending the conversation and turning
her attention to Serge. She got the Brujah's name from the
doorman.
She leans back in her throne and crosses one leg over the other
with a smile. “Sergine Carlock, former deputy Sheiff of LA,
before it fell to the Anarchs. Former deputy Harpy of New York,
before you attempted a coup against the Harpy proper.” She says,
letting the other Kindred know that her reputation precedes her.
Angelique smiles. “What brings you to my Domain?” She asks, the
smile never leaving her face. Her blue eyes betray nothing of
what she's thinking. Other Kindred watch. This is part politics,
part spectacle. Entertainment for the Kindred of Tampa. What do
you expect from a Toreador city?
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-01-29 03:45:03 | 11950
Come see this little war of mine.
[In stress testing]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Sergine waits, arms clasped behind herself as she watched the
previous act on the center stage play out. The Prince knew she
was there, no doubting that simple fact, and when names, and
more importantly deeds are spoke aloud for all to hear the
Brujah's face remains placid, revealing nothing. She'd made
quite a mess in her earlier years of undeath, of course most of
that was because of the bastard. There was a brief twitch of
her lip at that thought, but she put it aside as she strode
forward to the throne proper, her hands at her side as she
looked up to the one who could welcome her, or have her cast
into the darkness.
"Your grace, thank you for allowing me this audience." Her voice
is even toned, controlled, almost to an extreme, this was no
rabble rouser in the usual sense, no punk looking to cause shit
and stir the pot, or at least she certainly didn't look or act
the part within these halls. She spread her hands slightly from
her side, her head inclining ever so slightly towards the
prince.
"I come to your domain seeking new opportunities, and to escape
the dreary confines of my former city." She offered simply. "San
Francisco isn't what it used to be after all." She tilted her
head slightly as she watched the prince, trying to anticipate
her plan.
"I have heard, time and time again that your domain holds a
great many opportunties, and a chance to kill our enemies in the
neighbouring city of St. Pete." Finally a smile split her lips,
one that pulled and twitched at the scars that crisscrossed her
face.
"And who doesn't love a few more dead Sabbat?"
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## Angelique / 2025-01-29 03:58:07 | 11951
NPC
*Elegance isn't about being noticed,
it's about being remembered.*
-Giorgio Armani
Prince of Tampa Bay | Clan Toreador
Angelique is quiet, watching the Brujah as she speaks. New
Kindred are coming here a lot of late. Angelique needs the
bodies too, after the war with St. James. He's a savvy player,
and managed to take out some of Angelique's best pawns.
Angelique looks toward Brighton, the Sheriff. Brighton is a
bright girl who looks nineteen at most. She's wearing preppy
pink clothes with five girls around her dressed similarly, and
then one who...stands out. She wears black, and has an orange
faux-hawk, the Scourge. Angelique only looks that way for a
moment, before turning back to Sergine.
“For the moment we have a truce with our Sabbat neighbors” she
says. “But who knows how long that will last. It would be unwise
to turn away any Kindred in good standing right now.” She
admits, but it's obvious that she only admits it because it's
common knowledge that she's still licking her wounds from the
war. It only ended a year ago.
“I give you leave to take a Haven within my city, but you will
refrain from antagonizing our neighbors without express
permission.” She was never going to turn Serge away.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-01-29 04:09:27 | 11952
Come see this little war of mine.
[In stress testing]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
That there was one tiny bit of information that Serge had no
been able to glean on their way into the city, a year was
nothing in the timeline of the Jihad, and even less so in the
ideological war that was the rift between the Camarilla and the
Sabbat. A momentary look of distaste crosses the Brujah's
features at the mention of a truce but it lasts for only a few
seconds before she nods. "A truce only lasts long enough for one
side to get enough weapons to kill the other." She nodded to the
Prince. "I can wait."
The comment about good standing was...well, questionable. In New
York Serge's name might be mud, but in San Francisco, in LA? He
might well be considered a right and proper creature of the
society, at least by some. She shifts then, letting her hands
clasp upon each other behind her back once more another nod,
this time deeper, one might call it of appreciation to the
prince.
"Thank you your grace, I'll be at your disposal, should you need
me." This they offer honestly, for it was a fair price to pay
in a city such as this, for what was being offered.
"I will not take up your time, unless there is more you wish of
me, I'll bid you a good evening." Curt, to the point, but with
just enough etiquette behind it to round off those rough edges,
Serge was ever a creature of efficiency.
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## Angelique / 2025-01-29 04:15:54 | 11953
NPC
*Elegance isn't about being noticed,
it's about being remembered.*
-Giorgio Armani
Prince of Tampa Bay | Clan Toreador
Angelique nods. “Enjoy Elysium if you wish. Brick may be
around.” Not that Angelique talks to Brick much. He's on the
council of Primogen, but he's call Brick for a reason... Brujah
is and will always be, a Brujah.
Otherwise, Angelique allows Serge to leave, and returns to her
conversations with what can be assumed to be her Harpies
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