1st Kill ~ Consoles / Video and/or Action [Hotel Lobby]

[irishthor]

[The feed flickers on to show an up-close view of a man's torso, wearing a dark-coloured jacket and plenty of straps.]

Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.

[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]

You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.

[A pause.]

Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.

[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]

This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?

((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))

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[gistful]

[Anton catches the motion and studies the sigil for a moment. It's familiar; a product of a past even Anton calls 'history'.]

Primarily the Crusades for the Holy Land. There have been some modern institutions which claim to carry on the spirit of the Order's traditions, but the Order itself was dissolved in the early fourteenth century by the current pope.

[That's the basic historical version. As far as sorcerers were concerned there are more stories about what the Templars were involved in, and so forth, but even still the disbandment was accurate.]

They were gone by my time, save as legends. I take it that is not so for you?

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[irishthor]

Hm? Oh. You hear rumours every now and then, but, aye. Dissolved for me, also.

[Never share our secrets, or divulge the true nature of our work.]

It was just a passing thought. [He nods his head.] I should get going, I've taken up too much of your time. Thank you for the assistance.

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[gistful]

[For a very long moment Anton regards him. The eighteenth century and he wears their symbol, and yet claims 'dissolved'? And is anxious to leave barely a moment later? Interesting. Were the Templars, in Shay's world, still working secretly, as so many believed?

[Fortunately for Shay, Anton is the circumspect sort, and in the end only inclines his head.]

Of course. Feel free to come to me if you have any further needs.

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[irishthor]

[what no of course not anton what are you talking about don't be ridiculous]

That I will. [A friendly smile.] And I'm sure I will. Until then.

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[gistful]

Until then.

[Until then he's just going to pick up his rags and go back to cleaning the windows, do-di-do.]