At about 15 till eleven a Black Mercedes pulls up outside the building. The driver immediately steps out, opening the rear door for his employer. I exit the vehicle dressed in a dark suit with burgundy accents, nodding at the chauffeur pull around and await my departure.

I casually approach the doors that slide open as I enter. I immediately walk toward the guard station at the front desk.

"Excuse me sir, I have an appointment with Ms. Moreau," I state in a matter of fact tone. I see them check a schedule while the other picks up a phone for a confirmation of an appointment.

Almost appearing out of nowhere, meaning he slides around the corner.  "I've got t-t-this Gerald."

 "Well good evening sir, as I stated to the gentleman, I am here for an appointment with Ms. Moreau. I realize that I may be a bit early, but punctuality is always important, especially with someone as busy as she usually is" looking over the man.

(OOC - his descrip and a painting of him are in the Clan section - Tremere - Regent Thaddeus Von Austice)

The guard gives David an odd look but will defer to him... Why anyone would hang around here is beyond him, but when Sasha says leave someone be, he leaves them be.

Still, he hits a few buttons on his console to make sure Sasha is notified of the going ons in the lobby. He wouldnt want to lose his job...

"Of c-c-course.  Please allow me t-t-to escort you up." Offering Thaddeus his hand.  "David C-C-Cohen."  

 "Thaddeus Von Austice, a pleasure," shaking his hand and walking toward the elevator.

"I do not recognize you, are you the fellow that we were looking for?" as he looks over the man.

"Is there something amiss with Ms. Moreau, what with our current political issues it is a bit dangerous and one would not want to have any errors in judgment. Where exactly is Ms. Moreau from again?" looking seriously at the man for an answer.

Listens politely as Thaddeus asks several questions in a row.  "Forgive me Mr. Von Austice, but I would not presume t-t-to answer personal questions about Miss Moreau."  His accent is English with a hint of something else.  He adjusts his glasses following Thaddeus into the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse office.  "T-t-though you may c-c-certainly asks such questions of Miss Moreau yourself when you arrive at her office."  

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 I wait patiently as he presses the button on the elevator and the door closes.

"I am not generally met downstairs, in these uncertain times it can unnerve those that have much to lose," he reaches out slowly to grasp his arm above his elbow, not hard but just loosely.

"Let us call this a test of trust, if that door opens to anything you are not saying I will boil all the blood from your body," in a measured tone."If it is as it should be, then I will thank you for your diligence and understanding in the furtherance of our society and the need for certain safety measures."

He watches measuring this man's reaction, the Regent is known for his paranoia and he was a bit surprised by the change in routine. Elder kindred don't like change. He is certain Sascha will understand, especially since she was so solitary for such an extended period of time. He would expect any other elder to do the same. He would be suspicious if they did not.  

David smiles warmly and apart from the always present stutter he peaks in perfect Latin.  "T-t-then Magus Von Austice (Because of course David doesn't know that Thad is the regent), I am t-t-truly happy t-t-to have met you.  If any of your brethren play c-c-chess, I would love t-t-to meet t-t-them as well."  Knowing that he is in no danger of blood boiling tonight he meets Thad’s intense gaze.  

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 "Regent, but yes. We always must be ever vigilant, even if those downstairs could be trusted. I would hate making more work for Ms. Moreau and the title has seemingly fallen away in the last few centuries. Most seem to notice it and remember it. I trust you understand the necessity of our situation, especially considering the most recent news story," as the elevator reaches the floor.

The doors begin to open as the Regents grip upon David's arm tightens in anticipation of whatever could be awaiting him.

When the elevator slides open it reveals a very pissed off looking Sasha Moreau. Shes dressed in her usual skirt suit and looks like shes already sucked down half a cigarette waiting for the elevator to come up. Her voice is laced with Venom and she blows smoke towards David.

'My apologies Regent, I hadnt realised my security forces were Hiring...'

 "No harm done Ms. Moreau," releasing his grip on David.

"Just a bit surprised, especially with everything considered, Perhaps I shall retire to your office. I would not want to get in your way here," as he moves directly to their normal meeting room and closes the door behind him. It is best not to interfere with clan business and he knows she would do the same for him.

'Ill be with you in a moment Regent, please make yourself comfortable.'

Her tone shifted from icy bitch to almost inviting and cheery. Her eyes on david however, resemble what you might expect from Medusa...

Once the Regent shuts the door she will Speak to David:

'You have no buisness here tonight Neonate and interfering with guests well beyond your status is not appreciated. I suggest you go play rent-a-cop with your own haven or find some other hobby than acting like a suttering doorman in my domain.'

She jabs the down button on the elevator so the doors can close on David. With sabbat in the city and masquerade breaches abound noone likes suprises. Especially the elders.

His face neutral as the doors close.  Once they do...he fails to supress a chuckle.  He won't be kept shut away from the Kindred public, no matter what his Primogen may wish.

Sasha is convinced there is something very wrong with David. Beyond the stutter... maybe its just age or her paranoia but he strikes her as... Touched? Damaged? Special?...

Whatever.

She stubs her cigarette out on the trashcan next to the elevator and heads back into her office to speak with the Regent...

She does not sit in the oversized chair behind her pooltable of a desk, rather she sits in one of the chairs near Thaddeus. She takes a platinum cigarette case from the pocket of her suit, offering one of her obscenely priced cancer-sticks to her guest before taking one herself and lighting it with a flameless lighter matching the case.

"My apologies once again Regent, that mannerless whelp is quickly proving himself to be a liability."

She curls her lip in disgust at the thought of him and briefly considers contacting his Sire.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

 Gratefully accepting a cigarette he sits back comfortably.

"No apologies necessary, I understand."

"As to the nature of the visit, it is merely a social call. You and I keep a fairly strenuous schedule so I thought a break might be appreciated. I hear tell that our esteemed prince selected the Brujah for Keeper, nothing formal yet, but that is what I have heard in the wind. I always seem to have a terrible time with them, we seem to always be at odds. It really matters not to me, Carter's will is his own. I just thought it was rather abrupt. By my reckoning Dahlia seemed well suited for the position, I am certain Thomas was displeased."

Taking a long drag and blowing smoke straight up into the air, Sasha considers his words "Actually I can think of nothing more welcome than a reprieve right now." Taking another drag she adds "I am severely overdue for a vacation."

She watches the housecat-sized vacuum-bot dart across the floor, silently stalking it's ashen prey, at the mention of the Brujah, she briefly envisions herself splayed out upon her expensive marble, reduced to a cinder outline as Marlena was, her little electronic 'pet' slowly eating away at her remains. Would anyone even notice she was gone? She absentmindedly slips her free hand into her suit pocket, fondling the eyepatch therein like a worry-stone.

"Yes, I have heard the same rumor, I am not sure the angle that Carter is playing at, though we both know he has one, he always has one... at the very least. Thomas was the most logical choice, but also the safe choice." She frowns, staring at the cherry of her cigarette "Could be that the Prince simply thrives on chaos as he would have the fledglings believe, but one does not spend that many years as a Lawyer without picking up a penchant for order. My guess would be that he is testing Bellisa, likely Arturo as well."

 "Things have been a bit hectic as of late, it seems that our tactics have been somewhat effective in the current siege. I fear Atlanta has received the lions share though and they are very hard pressed at the current time. My contacts there have started already discussing exit strategies should the situation further collapse. So how are things with you my dear? I appreciated your willingness to host the Primogen on such short notice," watching her, reading her reaction to the various news. She has always seemed to keep her cards close to her chest, giving away very little. She has mostly followed the Regents requests more out of agreement then any sense of loyalty, but the  the Regent shall not complain most individuals distrust the Tremere and the Ventrue use that to their advantage.

"Effective?" Sasha looks less than convinced, not that she had anything to offer to their stratagems, but she for one did not feel safe. “Tell that to Marlena.” She removes the object from her pocket, holding it up for the Regent to see, “This arrived here, addressed to MY suite, the day after Marlena was slaughtered. Needless to say, I don’t go out much lately.” Not that she ever did, but Thaddeus has been around long enough to be aware of her ‘condition’ and polite enough not to bring it up. He also knows damn well that she would hold every court here if it meant her not having to leave the building.

She waves the patch through the hanging smoke, dismissing her own statement. “Not that it really matters. If they got to her, they will get to me, should they so choose. Nothing I do can change that now.”