Arthur grins at Marcus, "Yes, in the flesh as well".
Arthur knocks back the double and smiles at Damien, "My thanks, let me know what the damage is.
Tell me, while it seems we have some time for small talk, what led you to seek out a business such as this? Fine vintages? I've never quite seen it's like".
Damien waves a hand, "Don't worry about it. What you wanted is easily replaced."
Switching to the subject of how he entered his current business Damien says, "I suppose it started off with the last profession I had while I was still mortal. I was the feature bartender at a club in town back in the eighties and my talents happened to catch the eye of my Sire, Delacroix. It would seem you are not familiar with the fact that there are a number of Kiasyd owned clubs like this one around the world. Delacroix wanted to open one of his own here in the States. Long story short, eventually Delacroix and I parted ways...a bit forcefully...and I returned home, which happens to be here. I had the training and the start of my collection of rare and interesting vitae and the rest is, as they say, history."
Switching to the subject of how he entered his current business Damien says, "I suppose it started off with the last profession I had while I was still mortal. I was the feature bartender at a club in town back in the eighties and my talents happened to catch the eye of my Sire, Delacroix. It would seem you are not familiar with the fact that there are a number of Kiasyd owned clubs like this one around the world. Delacroix wanted to open one of his own here in the States. Long story short, eventually Delacroix and I parted ways...a bit forcefully...and I returned home, which happens to be here. I had the training and the start of my collection of rare and interesting vitae and the rest is, as they say, history."
"Indeed I was not aware of that fact.
I rarely hunt in such places, I don't have the talents for it. My prey are predators. Those that stalk their fellow man. The wicked would cull our herd so I cull them instead.
The Lion does not hunt the most healthy gazelle but the weakest or the outliers. To strengthen our herd I do the same. Ironic really as a Mortal man I was much more wicked than I am as Kindred"...
"Name is betty, not statue, but yes I seen you," The Gargoyle says to Arthur before turning to greet Marcus "Hello."
Mi-Ha nods to those greeting her, "I am Mi-Ha."
Lydia, the ghoul just works politely knowing this isn't about her. She raises a brow at something Arthur says but other than that...
The way they offered themselves to him set Paolo's mind to spinning ways to shape both women into useful instruments. It had to wait for other nights.
Indeed, the beast in him contemplates how he could reforge them just so. Contessa is a beautiful woman, and that was a form of power beyond just her wealth. And Daphne's strong will might be an asset and not a hindrance if used properly, and her growing legal education could make her quite handy if he wanted to allow her to continue down that path.
So much to consider-later.
"Believe me Contessa, I intend to get to the bottom of the whole affair. Many of my associates feel just the same."
Contessa nods "Thank you." a bit of hardness in her eyes. She does want her old love avenged.
"Thank you both for trusting me and for your patience. I don't want to keep you any longer; I've disrupted your lives enough. Please call me if anything strange happens or you need something. I'll do my best to keep in touch, but with how things are going it probably can't be every night for a while."
They both look dissapointed when he mentions there maybe nights without him, especially Contessa, but they nod and assure they'll let him know if anything odd happens.
He needed to feed too, but that would have to wait. Instead he did his best to make sure his hair and clothing were still in order and kept his back to a wall as he waited for the Uber to take him to Elysium.
Elysium is no problem! Well, even if it's status as such maybe temporarily
He notices the Ravnos he saw at the first gathering with the Prince just, was it only a few nights ago? he notices Damascus Lethe heading into the Elyisum.
Taking note of each of the individuals entering his club, Damien does his best to greet each in kind.
One in particular catches his attention. "Professor Welby, tonight must truly be a dire situation if we have the honor of having you here, as Arthur has put it, 'in the flesh'."
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the sheriff came to personally deliver thr message that I come ain person nd there have been circumstances most dire which pertain to us all. Our mutual benefit is more then enough to find me here. Thank you for your most kind notice. Perhaps some time I might assist you with mundane matters in finance as there is always more profit to be had.
Paolo spent the ride considering roads forward and hoping there wasn't a new calamity tonight. He still needed to get his new office set up and see about repairs and insurance on the house and... This was never going to end. Assuming no new threats, the priorities for tonight needed to be asking Father about Contessa and feeding. Then the electronics -new replacements ordered too- and the house.
He could just relocate to Contessa's, but Paolo knew that if he didn't repair his house they would start looking for him elsewhere. It would also reduce property values and he could hardly afford that now.
Getting out of the Uber, he paused just a moment to watch the Ravnos enter the Fields of Nephilim ahead of him. Probably nothing, but you never could trust that sort and he had refused Paolo's offer of help. He entered decently behind the other kindred.
"Of course, you're right. She was one of the most pleasant kindred about the city, tragic loss." Vivienne's perfect voice is full of sympathy for her childe "Required by the Prince dear. I think you have two hours or so if you need some lead time."
"Good...I have some things to do before then...I'll try and make it in time..." Her Sire's voice alone was magical to listen to. Alyson knew she would spend much more time talking with her than she had available considering all her plans...
"The anarchs happened," A delicate snort, "Or rather didn't happen. Normally they are the ones who end up tussling with the Sabbat, isntead they left the city to its own devices. More law abiding citizens and their ghouls had to take up the slack. Shovelheads everywhere apparently most from that Lakeside incident. They shot up poor JJ and her Elysium but that was hardly their only target. well, actually those may have been the experience Sabbat that did that... I heard a bit, but then the music inside me ... you know how it is."
"The hounds...we should not be sheep! Sheep are prey to wolves. I...don't wish to be prey." - Alyson was afraid. Quite so. But she very much intended to turn her fear into a strenght. It gave her determination to grow stronger.
('Take away its credit card. Uhm no, seriously you prob want a Glock or Desert Eagle. ')
Utilizing most of her For-a-car savings of the past few months, Alyson buys a handgun. The heavier 0.50 certainly had impressive stopping power but she was afraid of the kickback, not being able to control the recoil, so she instead picked the lighter 9mm offering burst fire - certainly, that was also sufficiently powerful. Buying a few cartridges of ammo - she did plan to train with the gun, after all - Alyson is back on her way, heading towards the Fields of the Nephilim with her new aquisition hidden in her purse.
"The hounds...we should not be sheep! Sheep are prey to wolves. I...don't wish to be prey." - Alyson was afraid. Quite so. But she very much intended to turn her fear into a strenght. It gave her determination to grow stronger.
"Oh darling, you haven't been prey since I gave you immorality, not truly. Take caution, of course, and let more experienced warriors lead- I do not wish to lose you, but do hesitate to defend yourself and use the power of your voice creatively if you find yourself armed with nothing else."
('Take away its credit card. Uhm no, seriously you prob want a Glock or Desert Eagle. ') [
Utilizing most of her For-a-car savings of the past few months, Alyson buys a handgun. The heavier 0.50 certainly had impressive stopping power but she was afraid of the kickback, not being able to control the recoil, so she instead picked the lighter 9mm offering burst fire - certainly, that was also sufficiently powerful. Buying a few cartridges of ammo - she did plan to train with the gun, after all - Alyson is back on her way, heading towards the Fields of the Nephilim with her new acquisition hidden in her purse.
There's no trouble on her way there. She pulls up to see Paolo the Lasombra Anti making his way in.
With little choice, she follows after!
The Sheriff turns as her eyes move to the door. Damascus Lethe, the Ravnos has come in, and shortly after, Paolo the Lasambra Antitribu. And moments before that, Alyson- the Daughter of Cacophony.
"Good, you all appear to be here. Once they make their way up," She waves to those below, "I can begin to explain."
The Sheriff turns as her eyes move to the door. Damascus Lethe, the Ravnos has come in, and shortly after, Paolo the Lasambra Antitribu. And moments before that, Alyson- the Daughter of Cacophony."Good, you all appear to be here. Once they make their way up," She waves to those below, "I can begin to explain."
Arthur remains uncharacteristically quiet awaiting the explanation of the Sheriff.
The Sheriff turns as her eyes move to the door. Damascus Lethe, the Ravnos has come in, and shortly after, Paolo the Lasambra Antitribu. And moments before that, Alyson- the Daughter of Cacophony.
"Good, you all appear to be here. Once they make their way up," She waves to those below, "I can begin to explain."
Damien slides over to the door to the private club and closes and locks the door once the last of the stragglers have made it inside.
No sign of the Prince...that's seems a bit on the odd side...
The Sheriff turns as her eyes move to the door. Damascus Lethe, the Ravnos has come in, and shortly after, Paolo the Lasambra Antitribu. And moments before that, Alyson- the Daughter of Cacophony.
"Good, you all appear to be here. Once they make their way up," She waves to those below, "I can begin to explain."
Paolo nodded respectfully and came as bidden. It wouldn't do to sleight the keeper of the Traditions in ordinary times, to say nothing of now.
Alyson was unsure of the reason she was here, but she followed the example set by the others all the same. Certainly, there would be answers, soon.
Sheriff Alicia Hunter waits for each of the 'rare bloodlines' here to come up, and while drinks are prepared by Damien and served by the ghoul Lydia.
Then she speaks, "As many of you know, but to make sure we are all on the same page: A Sabbat pack is in the city. It first attacked the Lakeside Restaurant, and there created a group of shovelheads. Those shovelheads were sent out to disrupt the masquerade, to spread chaos, and test our defenses. often the anarchs bear the brunt of this sort of attack, and have been tolerated because they are a buffer. But last night, the Anarchs withdrew. And the Sabbat shovelheads did great damage, while the core pack of experienced Sabbat attacked the Tattered Veil, and granted the Keeper of that Elysium final death. JJ of the Toreador is no more, but it is the prince's intent that you will all aid in avenging her loss."
Are the Anarchs working with them? Or just cowards?
"One of those shovelheads has already had her Final Death," Paolo said evenly. He didn't expect consideration; shovelheads might threaten the Masquerade, but they weren't the real problem. Still, the sheriff should know for her count. "It's my pleasure to be of service to the city."
Are the Anarchs working with them? Or just cowards?
"One of those shovelheads has already had her Final Death," Paolo said evenly. He didn't expect consideration; shovelheads might threaten the Masquerade, but they weren't the real problem. Still, the sheriff should know for her count. "It's my pleasure to be of service to the city."
"Excellent. Some of you I knew has slain some, but a recount would be ideal."
"One of those shovelheads has already had her Final Death," Paolo said evenly. He didn't expect consideration; shovelheads might threaten the Masquerade, but they weren't the real problem. Still, the sheriff should know for her count. "It's my pleasure to be of service to the city."
"I slew two more, one the Childe of the Pack Leader.
Sheriff, judging at how busy you were I assume you slew even more.
Tell me, was JJ slain or did they take her blood as well?"
I was hiding with the Anarchs. After JJ got killed.
Alyson stands in the back, wordlessly, and clearly uneasy.
When a tray of drinks is offered, she refuses politely.
How are they so trusting of someone offering bottled blood - it seems careless., she focuses her mind in a different direction...finding fault with the proprietor and his clientel, so that she could distract herself from her own shortcomings.
Of course, she was perfectly aware of that, which kind of undermined the point.
Petty.
Two then. Always right to be watchful, but more still of Carter.
Paolo considered the situation. Finding them would not be easy thanks to the work he and the Nosferatu did online.
"Do we have reason to believe the Anarchs may have cooperated with the pack?"
Two then. Always right to be watchful, but more still of Carter.
Paolo considered the situation. Finding them would not be easy thanks to the work he and the Nosferatu did online.
"Do we have reason to believe the Anarchs may have cooperated with the pack?"
"I do not know Fang well but I do not think he would betray his Sire in such a way as to join the Sabbat. In addition, if they did the chaos would have been worse.
Still, I do believe there is someone... perhaps a Ghoul, that the Sabbat has co-opted. For how else would they have known where Elysium was without some sort of intelligence"?
"Excellent. Some of you I knew has slain some, but a recount would be ideal."
Damien glances at Damascas, "You came in here shot up. How many did you say there were again, and did you kill any of them?"
Sheriff, judging at how busy you were I assume you slew even more.
"I did," She says "And to answer your own question, JJ we suspect was granted final death and simply destroyed by the damage done to her remains. I do not think they took her blood."
"Do we have reason to believe the Anarchs may have cooperated with the pack?"
"No. Much as Mr. Carter says, the Prince is convinced that line he would not cross."
Still, I do believe there is someone... perhaps a Ghoul, that the Sabbat has co-opted. For how else would they have known where Elysium was without some sort of intelligence"?
"Perhaps, the Prince's open policy has created an opportunity for those wishing to work mischief or worse."
Damien glances at Damascas, "You came in here shot up. How many did you say there were again, and did you kill any of them?"
"I noticed at least two , only one got close to me. I tricked him into biting a fusebox. It burned him badly, but I don't think it killed him."
The Sheriff said, "We killed one with a badly burned face, perhaps the same."
"Glad I softened him up for you." Damascus laughs
Considering that he might soon be called upon to fight, Paolo took some of the offered vitae. He used the glass to not quite hide his amusement at the thought of one of the riffraff biting a fusebox.
"If it's any help to the accounting, I think that my shovelhead was Tzimisce. She spoke dramatically of dark gifts." Death by irony. Paolo wished he'd thought of it then, but Jacob took precedence.
"Do we have any leads on where the pack are? Or their leavings?"
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Marcus waits for all to speak and then says I fought two. One a Malkavian and one an assamite. The Malkavian I destroyed with a flare gun, and the assamite I wounded greviously with the same. The news covered it as a gruesome murder attack on campus by a deranged killer, but the masquerade was protected as well
With everybody else speaking up, Alyson does so timidly: "I...was at work. Sorry, I killed no one."
And with what they did to JJ, that's actually genuine. Is that worrysome? Forgive and forget, turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill - am I a hypocrite? Dear God, I bought a gun on the way here...
Spacing out for a moment, swallowing hard, the songbird realizes she had said all that she would (why tell them the Anarchs were there, it's not important for this...) , and takes a step back - into the shadows, her form blending into the background as if the Darkness itself tried to conceal her.
"They are a Nomadic Pack, a precursor to worse. The line must be drawn here lest the Sabbat believes this city ripe for the plucking. Having just gotten here, I've no desire to be driven out so fight we must.
While JJ's death is a shame, at least they are not strengthened from it.
Songbird, where do you work, perhaps their lack of presence there is telling.
It seems most of the shovelheads are slain then. Shall we hunt down the rest Sheriff while you and a Coterie of Elders hunt the head, this Loa Joe?
Are there other Coteries' being formed for the same purpose?
Well Paolo, we know they struck Lakeside on the outskirts of town not surprising, then as I predicted, they used the chaos to strike a legitimate target Elysium. Perhaps set a trap at the Library for them, though I doubt they will strike there again now, too obvious. Setites are cunning...
Finally, perhaps Damien can help us ferret out any traitors with his gift, of course if he is the traitor he certainly cannot use the gift on himself but with his roots firmly entrenched here, I doubt he would be the traitor anyway".
The Sheriff answers in no particular order, "Well done, and do not worry, Ms. Reed. I notice our salubri also makes no mention of a kill. That was not origianlly something we'd expect from any of you, but your sucesses as a group have impressed, and may impress yet more before the night is out." She does not take a breath; she doesn't need to, but she does pause long enough to consider how to word the next "Because Professor Welby's domain was invaded, he has a right to punish the sire of the invader as he sees fit. Since we cannot be sure who that is, the Prince has agreed that a member of the original pack will be selected , staked, and offered to him to dispose as he sees fit."
Another pause, "Indeed, in this blood hunt. The prince assures me no one cares HOW the Sabbat pack is destroyed, just that it is done. As long as it does not violate the masquerade, it's permitted. Also, try not to set a building on fire. We don't wish to have it spread to other parts of the city. The Prince has found exactly where this Pack is at, the real pack. You are to be given weapons, protective vests, and sent in against them. There are no other coteries involved. But you will each be rewarded greatly if you survive."
Damascus chokes, "You're sending us against the Experienced pack?"
"Yes. If you wish to refuse you may, you will have three days to leave the city." The sheriff says "The prince needs no fair weather friends."
The Sheriff answers in no particular order, "Well done, and do not worry, Ms. Reed. I notice our salubri also makes no mention of a kill. That was not originally something we'd expect from any of you, but your sucessess as a group have impressed, and may impress yet more before the night is out." She does not take a breath; she doesn't need to, but she does pause long enough to consider how to word the next "Because Professor Welby's domain was invaded, he has a right to punish the sire of the invader as he sees fit. Since we cannot be sure who that is, the Prince has agreed that a member of the original pack will be selected , staked, and offered to him to dispose as he sees fit."Another pause, "Indeed, in this blood hunt. The prince assures me no one cares HOW the Sabbat pack is destroyed, just that it is done. As long as it does not violate the masquerade, it's permitted. Also, try not to set a building on fire. We don't wish to have it spread to other parts of the city. The Prince has found exactly where this Pack is at, the real pack. You are to be given weapons, protective vests, and sent in against them. There are no other coteries involved. But you will each be rewarded greatly if you survive."
Damascus chokes, "You're sending us against the Experienced pack?"
"Yes. If you wish to refuse you may, you will have three days to leave the city." The sheriff says "The prince needs no fair weather friends."
"Unexpected but not entirely surprising. Our Rite of Passage so to speak. I suppose we can assume you are not part of our Coterie Sheriff?
Yes setting the building on fire would be a bad move for the likelihood of our survival as well. Where is this building?
Gear would be of great aid to be sure. However, it is our own abilities that will be of the greatest value. We know we face a Setite, Loa Joe. An Assamite. A Malkavian. A Tzimisce. And potentially two to four more. I would not be surprised if one were a Lasombra.
The Setite likely cannot be staked. The Assamite may well be able to turn invisible. The rest no surprises. I've at least 5 stakes for the Professor's prize.
I have power over time as well I can speak with the dead. Perhaps, I can use my power to ask one of the dead to scout the building from beyond the shroud to get a sense of their numbers.
What can the rest of you do? "
Alyson is glad the Sheriff speaks up when he does. This Arthur guy was so creepy - she'd rather not tell him where she worked. With what happened in her past life, she had VERY strong feelings about not letting any guys who creeped her out visit her at work...or home, for that matter.
"Couldn't we, like, send in some guys during the day? When they sleep? Just open the curtains and and that's it?"
Alyson had no intent of endangering Samuel by having him take her place...but to her, it seemed the easiest way of handling them...if the location was known - certainly, the primogen, elders and prince had some powerful retainers who kept them save during the day...while the sabbat pack only just arrived in the city...
"Also, I will need to seek my Sires council. It is not my place to decide my fate. I am an artist, not a warrior. But JJ was a friend - if I take part in this, it will be for her sake!"
Alyson is glad the Sheriff speaks up when he does. This Arthur guy was so creepy - she'd rather not tell him where she worked. With what happened in her past life, she had VERY strong feelings about not letting any guys who creeped her out visit her at work...or home, for that matter.
"Couldn't we, like, send in some guys during the day? When they sleep? Just open the curtains and and that's it?"
Alyson had no intent of endangering Samuel by having him take her place...but to her, it seemed the easiest way of handling them...if the location was known - certainly, the primogen, elders and prince had some powerful retainers who kept them save during the day...while the sabbat pack only just arrived in the city...
"Also, I will need to seek my Sires council. It is not my place to decide my fate. I am an artist, not a warrior. But JJ was a friend - if I take part in this, it will be for her sake!"
"Songbird. They'll not stay there all night nor will they return there tomorrow. They are Nomadic by nature.
We must go and we must go soon before they wake and move on, slaying more innocents in their quest to destroy us all. More shovelheads like Lakeside. More JJ's like the Tattered Veil. I should think a good Christian like yourself would hate to see that take place. Yes?
As for contacting your Sire, she is absolutely right Sheriff, if her Sire has yet to release her then she must have a say in Ms. Reed's ultimate fate".
I have the capability to strike in daylight with some light left.
"Tomorrow Professor but not tonight for tonight has already begun. What if the Prince cannot locate the Haven of the Unrepentant tomorrow night? Or the night after? How long will the Masquerade hold out and even if it does we would begin to appear weak and unable to defend ourselves. What if they call in another pack, two more? The Sheriff and the Prince are wise in this decision whether we like it or not.
Though they themselves are more capable of handling this, they would be foolish to do so when others who have something to prove and something to gain are available.
Plus, you against the entire pack? Oh you might kill a few but if any wake up you would be in a great deal of trouble. An aggressive approach but I expect no less from one of your worthy Bloodline". Arthur gives Professor Welby a slight bow.
No fear in this one at all.
Paolo didn't consider refusing the invitation. He didn't love to share his abilities either, but this couldn't be helped.
"If there is a Lasombra among them, you should know we touch more than darkness. You may not be able to rely upon Disciplines to pierce it."
"I am not a man of war," Paolo said candidly. "But the Abyss is with me. Drawing them near to it will weaken them...but it would not be discreet."
Paolo didn't consider refusing the invitation. He didn't love to share his abilities either, but this couldn't be helped.
"If there is a Lasombra among them, you should know we touch more than darkness. You may not be able to rely upon Disciplines to pierce it."
"I am not a man of war," Paolo said candidly. "But the Abyss is with me. Drawing them near to it will weaken them...but it would not be discreet."
"Do you believe that you can neutralize whatever Lasombra they have?
You certainly take the most risk in going as no doubt you are one of the trophies they wish to claim. I am not sure whether you should be bait to lure them out or come in last..."
Arthur pauses and grins, "Can you attain the shadow form? We could bring you in under a trench coat as a surprise. Can those arms of yours be utilized in that form as well?"
Damien listens intently to the ongoing plans. Going against an experienced pack? I'm not so sure I like this idea. I'm a f*%%ing bartender not f#*@ing Rambo...
"She has already turned you over, though she did not like it," The Sheriff says, her Jamaican accent light "Call if you wish to confirm, but be quick about it, please, Miss Reed"
The sheriff continues, "We know the location tonight, that location may change tomorrow. So speed is required and we cannot simply have them wiped away by ghouls. And daylight attacks are not a sure thing because of that and other matters." She nods, "I will not be with your coterie, other tasks await me. For now, you are all hounds in my service. "
Damascus Lethe says "I know the Prince is…a firm believer in our prowess, but at least half of us are not exactly proficient to use the weapons you'll be handing us. How big a prize are we counting on for living through this?"
"That depends on how it turns out, Mister Lethe," Alicia Hunter says.
Mi-Ha swallows, "I will go to heal but, killing is… I am not sure." Then she looks at the others, "To answer Arthur's question, I can do some healing. My senses are heightened."
"Trickery, illusion, I can take a hit," Lethe shrugs.
"Strong, I fly, and I am not to afraid to fight," Betty says, looking to the sheriff, "My bloodline was used to fight by the Tremere. Now I can fight to better myself? Good deal. I will protect Miha and Alyson." She slurs a bit as she speaks and looks over at the other two women among the Hounds with a nod, "I am also tough."
"Do you believe that you can neutralize whatever Lasombra they have?
"Only if I blinded them first. Not being able to see at all should make things difficult for them, though not impossible. The enemy would see through the Abyss which they call, but not mine. It's just the same in reverse."
You certainly take the most risk in going as no doubt you are one of the trophies they wish to claim. I am not sure whether you should be bait to lure them out or come in last..."
"I'm sure that I am," Paolo said, smiling. "I would make excellent bait." Bait that would have surprises at the ready. Bait that might warrant additional consideration.
Arthur pauses and grins, "Can you attain the shadow form? We could bring you in under a trench coat as a surprise. Can those arms of yours be utilized in that form as well?"
"You are a scholar of the blood," Paolo said. "I can, but the Abyss is not a tame thing easily hid. Parts of my head may fade in and out of it as well as my body. Perhaps with a hood as well as the coat. I can control the arms to keep them concealed." he took a drink of the vitae. "But that communion has its price."
"Returning to the matter of bait, I know for a fact that the Sabbat already has an interest in me. One of them has observed my haven in past nights, competent and armed." Paolo made a quick calculation. He should not tell them where he slept, but the location was already known to the Prince and his domain was public knowledge. His name was on the deed. It wouldn't be hard for them to put it together. "And also prone to arson, as it happens. He burned my haven last night."
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tonight will be a shame. A young arab student is going to succumb to ISIS. He is going to go to a local construction company and steal explosives. The company of course will collect handsome insurance from the damages he does. He will wear mirror sunglasses and be listening to loud music and be wearing a too large suit and knock on a door proclaiming "Jehovah Witness." The sabbat pack inside will find this funny and open the door and our poor student will explode. In the clean up aftermath it will be found that the ISIS attack happened by mistake on a drug biker gang for a good feel evening news story
"No need, Sheriff, I trust you.", Alyson bows to the Jamaican, then turns to Arthur as she continues talking:"Obviously, you are more experienced, but do explain, if that is not their choosen place of residence, and they will relocate for the next day, what makes you think they will be waiting for us there, rather than be out, checking for a new place to stay? Worse yet, IF they are waiting for us, why would we want to go in there? I mean, they would be waiting for us in that case. Couldn't we, like, siege them? Make sure they don't go out? Besides, I would appreciate if you refrained from trying to play the 'Good Christian' card without understanding what it even means to believe. The crusades are long past, and murder in the name of religion is so...stupid. I may not be the smartest gal but I can see if someone attempts to blatantly manipulate me."
When the Tzimice speaks up, obviously having picked up on the religious murder-theme, Alyson seems shocked:"But what about the student? He would die!" Quickly realizing that likely, half of those present didn't care wether humans died or not, she follows up:"If it looks like a terrorist attack, the campus will be crawling with homeland security trying to screen his background and shed some light on what happened. Do you really want that?"
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the homeland security will find nothing there and quickly find his written notes concerning wanting to join along with the camera footage at the construction site which will be owned by one of our kind in town so as not to get the young lad taken down early. No this will work and we wont have to do a front assault on an experienced sabbat pack
the homeland security will find nothing there and quickly find his written notes concerning wanting to join along with the camera footage at the construction site which will be owned by one of our kind in town so as not to get the young lad taken down early. No this will work and we wont have to do a front assault on an experienced sabbat pack
"It's a sensible plan...but messy. How could we assure we had control of the scene long enough to clean up before the police arrived? And the heightened scrutiny for some time after may get in the way of further smoothing things over. If anything, we should try to be sure it's not ISIS to minimize exposure from the national media."
the homeland security will find nothing there and quickly find his written notes concerning wanting to join along with the camera footage at the construction site which will be owned by one of our kind in town so as not to get the young lad taken down early. No this will work and we wont have to do a front assault on an experienced sabbat pack"It's a sensible plan...but messy. How could we assure we had control of the scene long enough to clean up before the police arrived? And the heightened scrutiny for some time after may get in the way of further smoothing things over. If anything, we should try to be sure it's not ISIS to minimize exposure from the national media."
"However, the Sheriff asked us not to burn the building down, I believe that also includes no demolishing it with explosives. I addition, do you have an amount of explosives handy enough to accomplish this even if the Sheriff approves? Time is of the essence. Tick tock".
"No need, Sheriff, I trust you.", Alyson bows to the Jamaican, then turns to Arthur as she continues talking:"Obviously, you are more experienced, but do explain, if that is not their chosen place of residence, and they will relocate for the next day, what makes you think they will be waiting for us there, rather than be out, checking for a new place to stay?
Worse yet, IF they are waiting for us, why would we want to go in there? I mean, they would be waiting for us in that case. Couldn't we, like, siege them? Make sure they don't go out?
Besides, I would appreciate if you refrained from trying to play the 'Good Christian' card without understanding what it even means to believe. The crusades are long past, and murder in the name of religion is so...stupid. I may not be the smartest gal but I can see if someone attempts to blatantly manipulate me."
When the Tzimice speaks up, obviously having picked up on the religious murder-theme, Alyson seems shocked:"But what about the student? He would die!" Quickly realizing that likely, half of those present didn't care whether humans died or not, she follows up:"If it looks like a terrorist attack, the campus will be crawling with homeland security trying to screen his background and shed some light on what happened. Do you really want that?"
"Ms. Reed. Songbird. Alyson. Tell me what you prefer I call you and I shall do so. It is clear to me that you are still riled up from my comment regarding the origins of your blood. I suggest you let it go, turn the other cheek as Jesus would do. If you are unable to, we can debate the matter further another time as I believe you misunderstood what I was attempting to explain to the Prince.
And my dear, do share your talents with us, if we do not know what you can do, how best can we decide how you can provide the maximum aid for the minimum risk to yourself. Whether you like me or not is of no concern of mine but as we are a part of a Coterie now, however temporary that may be, your safety in seeing this through is my concern.
Now, to your question. They are a nomadic pack, by their very nature they change Havens constantly. They are in a hostile environment they would be foolish not to and this particular pack is very much not foolish. I saw their handiwork first hand in the siege of Atlanta, the last place I encountered them. Then I was posing as an Anarch to blend in as the existence of my Clan, Bloodline, was still only an ancient Legend.
Where they lie by day is due in large part to their next objective, whatever that may be.
The reason why, if we hurry, they will still be there is because the Sabbat generally have very little or no Humanity or are on Paths of Enlightenment. Which are essentially Vampiric Philosophies as to how to conduct ones self. In either case, they wake up generally later than Camarilla Vampires do, the sun holds them more firmly in their slumber. They will await the rising of the entire pack, take Blood Rituals, and then move on.
A good question. You sell yourself short, you are intelligent my dear. I do not think they will be necessarily "waiting" for us but they will be on alert, they are after all, in a war zone of their own devising. Still, that does not mean that with the right approach we cannot at least have some sort of tactical advantage. We do not know their numbers so having some advantage is better than no advantage.
One more wrinkle, there is an Assamite among them, if we attempt to contain them within and the Assamite can cloak others, they can flank us creating a two front battle we will not want to face as those of you in the back will be ill equipped to handle a physical confrontation with that particular Clan. Betty will need to be up front with me and likely Paolo.
It is not an attempt to manipulate you but an attempt to persuade you that this cause is the right cause. Thus, I appeal to your strong sense of morals to join us in stamping these vile creatures out".
Arthur turns to the Sheriff, "If you condone the use of explosives do you have any handy? That would certainly turn the odds of success in our favor".
"However, the Sheriff asked us not to burn the building down, I believe that also includes no demolishing it with explosives. I addition, do you have an amount of explosives handy enough to accomplish this even if the Sheriff approves? Time is of the essence. Tick tock".
"An excellent point. Fire or no, the explosives would draw unwelcome eyes. To be honest, I don't see any way out of this that doesn't involve getting our own hands dirty."
"An excellent point. Fire or no, the explosives would draw unwelcome eyes. To be honest, I don't see any way out of this that doesn't involve getting our own hands dirty."
"Or tendrils in your case Mr. Costa", Arthur grins. Then pauses for a moment his eyes gleaming, "Have they the precision to fire guns?!"
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Marcus scratches his chin and then says not burning the building down or blowing the area to hell does induce some limits. However Arthur, I still do not favor assault even from the roof. There are some chemical assaults that would do little to the building but much to its inhabitants. For instance pumping hydrochoric acid into their fire sprinkler lines from further down and then turning them on. I can think of several other useful chemicals if you find this idea difficult, and before you say it cannot be done, remember that I simply need one human with access to carry out my will anywhere