06-24-2013, 09:06 PM
[ Any and all PCs that have business with the Camarilla, pay the Sect passing lip service, and want to be in on this thread may join at any time. It is in and around Elysium, after all. But for continuity's sake and not getting into retro limbo I'll be trying to wrap it up in three days or less. If you don't get a chance to post in by then, you can still say your PC was around Elysium to overhear what gets said, even if it's repeated by someone else. ]
The security force attached to Richthofen Castle is a cliché out of some Bond villain's lair, the only difference being that the ones who are visible upon Cat approaching the barbican and outer gate don't carry those stout little black submachine guns one might expect.
What they lack in apparent weaponry they make up for in number and that number's ability to act in concerted effort. She can see two groups of three marching deeper in the grounds, and that's only from her point of view from the gate, and a third trio is what comes to greet her.
A freckled woman with her red hair pulled back in a tight bun seems to be the one in charge, wearing a tailored black-and-white-pinstripe pantsuit, in contrast (and complimentary) to the buzz-cut men that flank her in their black fatigues. One has a trimmed goatee and the other a pair of mutton chops and mustache that would make a Victorian bare knuckle boxer blush. Both have harsh countenances and are built more like Secret Service than bouncers, carrying themselves with a regimented sharpness.
"Excuse me, Miss..." The woman then puts her finger to her earpiece, pausing before she continues. It is as if saying Miss Cat, or any combination of the other names she is given from the other side of that black eye security camera above, isn't something she feels like trying. "Mistress, excuse me, and pardon the inconvenience. I am Estelle Burnhouse. Your RFID doesn't seem to be scanning. May we ask what your business at Richthofen is?"
The tone is one of utmost respect, and at no point should Cat get the feeling she is being treated with anything less than the most civil of precautions. Except what Cat should feel and what she does feel seems entirely up to the multitude of neuroses given voice and personality within the amphitheater of her skull.
As they shout their own two cents, the woman touches her earpiece again, and nods, then shakes her head, then nods again. Estelle seems to have her own Others that direct her action and interrogate her maneuverings. She never actually speaks into the earpiece, only responds with body language, holding up her hand with three fingers before an index finger does a little aerial circle.
All of this is done briskly over the course of a few seconds and Cat isn't actually given the chance to elaborate on her business before she stands aside and out of the Malkavian's path. There is a pregnant pause where Estelle seems receptive to hearing the reason for Cat's presence, but it already seems like a decision has been made that is out of either of their hands.
Whether Cat elaborates or not in that moment of silence, Estelle continues when it is finished.
"Once again, let me apologize for the inconvenience. You will be given a security badge when you leave. Master Rasmussen awaits your arrival in the keep," and when Cat finally does head toward the actual castle, the two men on either side of Estelle just so happen to march ahead to escort her there.
They actually do call this place a keep.
The security force attached to Richthofen Castle is a cliché out of some Bond villain's lair, the only difference being that the ones who are visible upon Cat approaching the barbican and outer gate don't carry those stout little black submachine guns one might expect.
What they lack in apparent weaponry they make up for in number and that number's ability to act in concerted effort. She can see two groups of three marching deeper in the grounds, and that's only from her point of view from the gate, and a third trio is what comes to greet her.
A freckled woman with her red hair pulled back in a tight bun seems to be the one in charge, wearing a tailored black-and-white-pinstripe pantsuit, in contrast (and complimentary) to the buzz-cut men that flank her in their black fatigues. One has a trimmed goatee and the other a pair of mutton chops and mustache that would make a Victorian bare knuckle boxer blush. Both have harsh countenances and are built more like Secret Service than bouncers, carrying themselves with a regimented sharpness.
"Excuse me, Miss..." The woman then puts her finger to her earpiece, pausing before she continues. It is as if saying Miss Cat, or any combination of the other names she is given from the other side of that black eye security camera above, isn't something she feels like trying. "Mistress, excuse me, and pardon the inconvenience. I am Estelle Burnhouse. Your RFID doesn't seem to be scanning. May we ask what your business at Richthofen is?"
The tone is one of utmost respect, and at no point should Cat get the feeling she is being treated with anything less than the most civil of precautions. Except what Cat should feel and what she does feel seems entirely up to the multitude of neuroses given voice and personality within the amphitheater of her skull.
As they shout their own two cents, the woman touches her earpiece again, and nods, then shakes her head, then nods again. Estelle seems to have her own Others that direct her action and interrogate her maneuverings. She never actually speaks into the earpiece, only responds with body language, holding up her hand with three fingers before an index finger does a little aerial circle.
All of this is done briskly over the course of a few seconds and Cat isn't actually given the chance to elaborate on her business before she stands aside and out of the Malkavian's path. There is a pregnant pause where Estelle seems receptive to hearing the reason for Cat's presence, but it already seems like a decision has been made that is out of either of their hands.
Whether Cat elaborates or not in that moment of silence, Estelle continues when it is finished.
"Once again, let me apologize for the inconvenience. You will be given a security badge when you leave. Master Rasmussen awaits your arrival in the keep," and when Cat finally does head toward the actual castle, the two men on either side of Estelle just so happen to march ahead to escort her there.
They actually do call this place a keep.