The Princec's Summitt - part three (Phae, Casey, Esteban)
At that point the door behind Phae and Casey burst like a balloon admitting a pack of gentleman impeccably dressed in suits and ties.
“HERGOVIA!!!” a voice rang out drawing blood from those more human ears in the room
“My associate has arrived” Esteban said rising to his feet.
As the pack spread into a living corridor between the door and the proximity of the Hergovia ‘entourage’ a single figure traversed it’s length stopping at the open end of the three-table arrangement initially laid out by Mr. Brown.
“You have something of mine Esteban and I will have it back.”
“Pieter Mbecki, how fealtish of you to heed my summons.”
“Where is it?”
“In order to acquiesce to my wishes you must first be able to hear them. Please, may we speak civilly?” Esteban asked as he confidently took his seat.
“I refuse to recognize your claim to the Throne” Pieter said crossing his arms across his chest.
“Sit” Esteban replied in a manner that none, of his kin, could resist.
Pieter did so, slight questioning flashing through his eyes as he did something against his own will.
“What I have is by right mine. For a simple thing in return I will gift it to you and yours.”
“My sire is mine. That is the way.”
“Your sire was birthed out of treaty. The legitimacy is in question.”
“I question your legitimacy” Pieter barked standing up.
The ‘entourage” all became noticeably more agitated. “Pieter, please take your seat before something starts the you could not conceive of finishing.” Responded Esteban, a message hidden in subtle intonations of his voice for his ‘entourage’ to attack Pieter if he did not take his seat.
Meanwhile the ‘pack’ that accompanied Pieter was getting more agitated by the moment, apparently a reflection of Pieter Mbecki himself. The snarling and growling, fidgeting and need to rend was annoying Casey. Her knowledge of vampire ‘pack’ mentality told her she needed to intervene soon.
As one of the bar patrons was attempting to leave one of the ‘pack’ corridor members grabbed her and proceeded to drain her of her life’s blood and toss her to the floor like so much flotsam.
“I believe its time for you to leave.” Casey indicated stepping up to and grasping the offending ‘pack’ member by the elbow.
“HERGOVIA!!!” a voice rang out drawing blood from those more human ears in the room
“My associate has arrived” Esteban said rising to his feet.
As the pack spread into a living corridor between the door and the proximity of the Hergovia ‘entourage’ a single figure traversed it’s length stopping at the open end of the three-table arrangement initially laid out by Mr. Brown.
“You have something of mine Esteban and I will have it back.”
“Pieter Mbecki, how fealtish of you to heed my summons.”
“Where is it?”
“In order to acquiesce to my wishes you must first be able to hear them. Please, may we speak civilly?” Esteban asked as he confidently took his seat.
“I refuse to recognize your claim to the Throne” Pieter said crossing his arms across his chest.
“Sit” Esteban replied in a manner that none, of his kin, could resist.
Pieter did so, slight questioning flashing through his eyes as he did something against his own will.
“What I have is by right mine. For a simple thing in return I will gift it to you and yours.”
“My sire is mine. That is the way.”
“Your sire was birthed out of treaty. The legitimacy is in question.”
“I question your legitimacy” Pieter barked standing up.
The ‘entourage” all became noticeably more agitated. “Pieter, please take your seat before something starts the you could not conceive of finishing.” Responded Esteban, a message hidden in subtle intonations of his voice for his ‘entourage’ to attack Pieter if he did not take his seat.
Meanwhile the ‘pack’ that accompanied Pieter was getting more agitated by the moment, apparently a reflection of Pieter Mbecki himself. The snarling and growling, fidgeting and need to rend was annoying Casey. Her knowledge of vampire ‘pack’ mentality told her she needed to intervene soon.
As one of the bar patrons was attempting to leave one of the ‘pack’ corridor members grabbed her and proceeded to drain her of her life’s blood and toss her to the floor like so much flotsam.
“I believe its time for you to leave.” Casey indicated stepping up to and grasping the offending ‘pack’ member by the elbow.
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