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Post by macabremelody on Jan 17, 2013 23:22:30 GMT -5
 -Lionel would find on his desk one afternoon; a rather archaic looking letter. The envelope was heavy vellum and sealed with wax. Rather old fashioned to say the least; once opened the letter was short but succinct and penned with a calligraphy pen no less- To the Prince of Lighthaven;
It is my intention to pay a visit to Lighthaven in the beginning of February to ascertain if it may become a suitable home for me and mine. I am of a mind to inform you and your people of my coming arrival as I think it only polite to do so. I will be traveling with two of my pets and we will not make ourself a burden but ask for your permission to temporarily reside within your territory to find if we may come to some mutually beneficial arrangement for my transition to living in the United States.
It is also brought to my attention you are of a way of living in which you celebrate human life; and I wish to inform you that I have formerly held position within a people who wished only to control people. I do not hold the same ideals as those people though many would wish you think otherwise. I will await your permission to enter the city and will negotiate with you a mutually agreed upon time and place to meet and discuss terms.
Sincerely;
Ramona Cernnunnos
-Ramona was careful that she referred to the Camarilla and Sabbat specifically without actually stating them in case the letter were opened by the wrong hands. It would be tedious traveling to the states with the...unique...looks of her pets but she had the means it needed only be given a reply for the arrangements to be made. There was a stamp on the bottom of the page; it was faint like a watermark of a dragon devouring its own tail; a tell tale mark which would give Lionel more information about the visitor to Lighthaven- |
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Post by Shelly on Jan 18, 2013 0:34:29 GMT -5
 Having assumed the new position that I had, arrangements were also made so that I was firmly planted in Lighthaven. Those lovely penthouses I held from one side of the country, to the other, to even overseas, would remain empty until I had to make an unexpected departure for any reason. This meant I had to find out quickly who to trust, and who to not. It may have seemed trivial to someone with a business like mine, but my line of work worked closely with high ranking officials with the Camarilla to make sure they were transported safely. Sometimes that would involve more shadier operations, but was only with head turned.
This meant that I was able to take up this position that put me at a high pinnacle over this city, being in the "official office" of the Prince. Was still strange to call myself that. Who better qualified for the position though? Humble to those outside, ever so confident of what I was on the inside. The sanctity of this Kindred Paradise would be kept; even if it meant compromising every now and then.
I notice, amongst many things, a letter of a nostalgic style upon my desk. That's right, I was currently at my desk in this private office. Regally designed to my specifications, straight down to the antique chairs, shelving, and desk. I'd pry off the wax that kept the letter closed, scanning over the contents to myself.
What I read made a brow perk up in silence. Interesting I thought. Interesting indeed. Was I to assume this correct? The symbol was quite uncanny to that of the Tzimisce, so I had no reason to doubt the validity. What she said was even more interesting. Very easy to assume that she was affiliated with the same sect I was. What a bold claim. Was it one to take lightly? Not at all. For the time being, I had no reason to distrust the words. It wasn't in my heart to turn away a woman; even one that may have the ability to contort flesh and bone at the very touch.
No doubt her journey here would be a difficult one. If she really was of the Camarilla, why not aid her? What luck that the Prince was actually head and owner for one of the most premiere private jet manufacturer's of the world? I would make her visit here a pleasant one indeed. What Ventrue wouldn't want to welcome in a visitor in style?
I decide to take a quill and impart my extremely fine cursive style to parchment. It was of fine craft; as fine as my writing.
"To Madam Cernnunnos,
By all means, you are welcome to Lighthaven with my dark blessing. Lighthaven is home to all manner of person, and as such we have our own rules here. I have no doubt that you will abide them. Allow me to thank you for formally requesting permission. Most do not practice common courtesy or give recognition to old code.
Another thing, allow me to further extend my courtesy. I own one of the most premiere private jet companies in the world that not only manufacture jets for...preferred customers, but we also ferry our preferred customers to the comforts of their specification. I extend this service to you, if you would have a personal request or merely need a simple ferry, to make sure that your journey to the United States be a comfortable and undisturbed one.
Until then, may the nights find you well.
Sincerely;
Lionel Cromwell"
Enclosed also was a way to get in contact with a ghoul representative that would tailor to her every whims when and if she took up the offer. This very ghoul would also make sure to meet up with her to expedite her ferrying and handle everything so she was not troubled by anything trivial.
I was not one to worry about cost for the moment, and one to extend generosity until I find it to be unfounded. I often found out quickly who my enemies and allies were. I gave out a small amount of trust first.
After finishing the letter, I'd seal it the same way she had sealed hers. The coat of arms of the Ventrue of the Dark Ages would be what it was sealed with. When I was finished, I made sure a servant sent the missive to the proper channels. |
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Post by macabremelody on Jan 18, 2013 13:27:06 GMT -5
Master Cromwell;
Your welcome and your hospitality will not go forgotten. I pay my dues Sir and look forward to making your acquaintance. I will take you on your offer of one of your planes; we will be arriving in England to make the journey utilizing your craft to the States. I will be at your service within a weeks time.
Until next we meet;
Ramona Cernnunnos-When Ramona had last left her hive; it was by horse and carriage. She'd never been on a boat let alone a plane. It was not within her to hold any fear of the prospect; merely passing curiosity of the mechanization of such things. She was Tzimisce; the body was her realm of specialty; she left automated things to others. Her pets were versed in utilizing modern conveniences though they may not look the part of anything more than hideous monstrocities to the Tzimice they were beautiful children and were treated as such. Though Patches had once upon a time been a lover when he bore.... more flesh; he was not the man he used to be. Vera was a take on Frakenstein's monster; a bit of creatures here and there with the mind of a child. Neither would be glimpsed in public; but did their jobs within the hive of Ramona's creation. It was going to be hard leaving the old one behind. She'd become so immersed in her work she'd let the centuries slip through her fingers like so much sand in the hourglass. She'd lost touch with interacting with anyone outside of Vera and Patches and realized that she was sorely out of practice and lost a bit of scope on her path. How could she truly achieve beauty in its purist form if she had lost all of her humanity? At least by the response from the Prince that some appreciated old world sensibilities. She asked for a laptop to learn how to use it though it was hard to find one which Patches didn't ruin. Vera didn't possess the fine motor functions with her appendages to type so it was some time left to her own devices before Ramona utilized it to catch up on years of world events. Wars; famine; strife; murder and rape. And they called HER kind monsters. It was not long before the hive had been torched; and all of her possessions were packed and shipped over to an estate which she would reside at near the sea. The caves beneath it were what drew her to have the Agent procure it for rental with potential for sale. Only a visit in person would reveal it if were practical for her new hive. A week would go by in a blink of an eye for her. With her boxes shipped over laden with earth from her home and more packed and sent to other locations to arrive at later dates; and more sent ahead she was certain she would make the trip just fine. The estate was just as she hoped it would be and more than suitable for her life there should she decide to remain in Lighthaven. She would of course have to ensure the underground caverns were not inhabited by those pesky Nosferatu. They were like rats...ever turning up and nibbling away at your work. Patches had taken to the trip fine; but Vera would take some time in settling. She'd never known the world beyond the hive and was restless. A few nights curled around Ramona would put her at peace; the Tzimisce in the meantime started to direct her pets to setting up their home. Be it ever so humble.- |
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