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Nikolai is awoken from his sleep by a frantic knock at the door. He grumpily gets up and yells "Если вы не либо красивая женщина, или коммунистическая кукла кровь, я тебя убью.", only half joking. He picks up the pistol from his bedside table, just in case.
After Rat-face delivers his message and scurries off, Nikolai gets dressed in his finest suit as quickly as possible. He would only appear in front of the Prince looking his best, even if he had been sound asleep just a few minutes ago.
He then goes to meet with the Prince, after concealing his pistol and knife within his suit. Can't hurt to be careful.
If you are not either a beautiful woman or a communist blood doll, I'm going to kill you.
Mikolai opens the door to find a frantic Rat-face.
‘Come! Please come! The prince needs to see you! The prince!’
Rat-face is on the verge of hyperventilating. Nikolai considers it ironic given the fact Vampires don’t really NEED to breathe. Rat-face pleads once more.
‘Oh, you must go see him, you must!’
Barring any further questions Rat-face will scurry off to find the others.
Cesar is awoken from his trance-like state by the screeches of the Nosferatu, Rat-Face.
"Shh, Rat-Face. If you keep yelling like that, you'll wake the people in the walls.. I'll be there soon." Cesar grinned at Rat-Face childishly.
Cesar pulled Spoonicus out of his pocket and wiped his face a bit with part of his shirt. "Got the sleep out of your eyes?" He inquired to his Count. Why, yes. Thank you, Sir Cesar.
Cesar checks himself over, making sure his possessions are all on him and his bullet-proof vest is secure under his baggy, backwards t-shirt. He considers straightening his shirt and turning it the 'right way', but only for a moment.
As described, Cesar collects his things and goes to meet with the Prince.
Cesar knows the halls very well now, having patrolled them for Count Spoonicus more times than he can count or remember. It is not an oddity to Cesar that he is being called, after all, which prince would not want to speak to a count and his knight at least every once in a while. Cesar is loyal, brave and true. An example to all within the count’s lands, and the longest serving knight of the realm of Dining Hall.
He sets out to meet with the prince. Upon arrival the large Brujah blocking the door to the throne room asks him to wait for others to arrive. As a lucid thought within Cesar’s scattered mind he acknowledges the brujah is Joe, one of Smith’s training buddies. The large, solid specimen of vampire is an ancilla, and one of those embittered by the experience of being pulled from the frontline. The prince even disallows them from working to control the random Sabbat attacks that have become so prevalent.
((See also Ash’s section))
Startled awake, Smith pulls himself up from the dusty mattress that he uses as his bed. Putting on his duster he takes care to conceal his revolver like always and shoulders his rifle. As rat face sprints away. Smith waits for a moment, and then activates celerity and takes off sprinting for Serge.
Smith does not take long to find Serge. Upon his arrival Serge is obviously concerned.
‘You can’t stay here, not when the prince has a summons on you. I think it’s likely he will be sending you to war, but… If he isn’t then you will bring a bounty on your head for nothing.’
Serge continues to think for a moment.
‘Tell you what, you go speak to him. You find out what he wants. If he tells you to prepare to ship out, I will prepare to go AWOL. You have to do as he says or he’ll blood hunt you, but I am not letting you alone out there. I will protect you.’
Serge and Smith have grown very close over the course of twenty years. Their relationship falls somewhere between best friends and father-son. Smith has no doubt in his mind Serge means what he is saying. Serge may be punished for leaving his post, but it isn’t disobeying a direct order. There will be no blood hunt, and even if there was, Serge may be able to live through it and escape to another country, perhaps. For Smith, it’s a death sentence.
Ash opens the door to see Rat-face and listens to his message.
"Okay, cool. I'll be down in a moment."
She grabs her backpack with most of her weapons and the bandages in it, straps her greatsword to her back, tosses her first aid kit in, and walks to the throne room.
Panting, Rat-face then runs off. His frantic, terrified mind is a constant source of amusement but he does not set the norm for Nosferatu amongst the Kindred of South Wales. Rather, most of them do not live within the Exchange, choosing instead to inhabit the sewers of Cardiff, surrounded by their rats, bats and cockroaches. Storm-water drains are filled with the Nosferatu, who seem to overall respect the prince less with each passing day. By that token, Rat-face’s blind devotion is an abnormality.
The gear all strapped on feels very heavy. Ash, having a little more strength than the average neonate can carry it all, but the greatsword particularly feels cumbersome at times. Even so, she realises the need, having grown accustomed to her headmates.
Ash soon joins Cesar waiting by the door to be let in to see the prince.
((Ash, Cesar, tell me a bit about your interactions over the 20 years. What do you think of each other? How do you interact as the only two surviving Malks of Mirella’s brood? Talk to each other.))
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