Bloody Snowflakes: A VTM20 Chronicle (Inactive)

Game Master Ridge

The city of Perle Perdu, Louisiana has always been the poor cousin to more famous New Orleans. Like that city, Perle Perdu faced devastation, driving many out of their homes for a time. Now they have finally recovered. But then, that's just one side of the story. The vampires have been rebuilding too, and their Mad Prince knows what a prize she has now that the population to feed on has returned. Whether plot or insanity is the cause, she has spurned entry from any new comers of the 7 Camarilla Clans in favor of far rarer bloodlines in the name of Cainite Diversity.

You are one of those rarities


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Fields of the Nephilim

Damien Talbot wrote:


"No need to use any sort of codes in this part of the club. The private club is for those in the know only. But really? Standard blood? With so many choices that's what you pick?" Damien playfully admonishes. "Tell you what, let me make a drink for you, I promise no kindred vitae involved. You are welcome to watch while I make the drink for you."

"Yeah, I think I will..." She says cautiously. "Since you offered." An she does keep an eye on him but from a distance. Perhaps careful that the smell of blood doesn't send her over.

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While clearly not his best work, it's still more interesting that standard blood. Sniffing the mixing glass, he comments to himself more than anyone else, "Would likely be better with just a dash of Ravnos, but that is in such short supply theses days."

Alas, the only known Ravnos in the city doesn't manifest for his dining purposes.

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Taking note that the Prince has likely slipped away with one of the blood-dolls, Damien thinks, Who am I to tell her no?

And when he gives Misty the blood, she samples it, 'Holy..." And with effort does not just gulp it down, "Okay. I don't know what that was but it sure beats the bums on Carpenter Row."


The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur Carter wrote:

Arthur closes the phone opens the window closing it behind him.

He makes his way down the fire escape and walks to the Copperhead Shed looking for some young Licks to assist him with this phone.

Cowpunk blares through the door painted two colors, not by clever design to to cover repairs. A serpent symbol is crudely drawn on a boarded up window because glass was never replaced when shattered nearby marking this as the copperhead shed.

when it's six to midnight
and the boney hand of death is nigh
you better drink your drink and shut your mouth
if you draw against his hand, you can never win
go ahead... drink with the living dead
screams their sound system in what must be music here.

And he opens the door. In one corner, two women are making out with each other, or so mortals would see... he suspects the one with the cowboy hat is feeding off the other actually.

In another corner two men arm wrestle over broken glass. Both are grinning, as others bet.

The bartender is a pale man with a bald head that has a long horn skull tattoo done expertly over it and part of his face.

And there, in a third corner, is Fang. Leader of the Anarchs. His feet are up on a table as he listens to the music, but he raises a brow as Arthur comes in.


Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Paolo Costa wrote:

Paolo blinked, then realized he'd failed to think of that.

"You're right. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me not to think about. Can I give you my phone number? And would you like for me to see you there? I understand if you'd rather not."

"Your phone number? sure..and.." She takes a deep breath after taking down his number, "I can drive myself, but you're welcome to escort me to my car. It's right out there so I feel silly, but on the off chance this craziness is as bad as you say it couldn't hurt right? "


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Rich wrote:

"I came in with Max," He looks at the same alcove, "But it looks like your friend and mine have hit it off. She seems nice."

Rich waits for his own drink "Your dancing, you have some really good rhythm."

Alyson laughs, then playfully pouts: "Well, she is nice, but you should compliment me instead, you know?" When he follows up complimenting her dancing, she cocks her head and smiles:"Thanks...I think the sense for rhythm runs in the family, we have music in the blood, so to say...but you had some good moves yourself!"

As the drinks arrive, Alyson focuses not to look at his neck...in a tone halfway between shy and sly, she asks:"So, are you just the wingman for Max supposed to distract me while he and my friend 'hit it off', or is there more to it?" - with a smile, she adds:"You can be honest, I got a drink out of this, no worries here."

Sovereign Court

Male Kindred Old Clan Tzimice XP spent: 8th Generation called "the Traveller"

can Herb survive the fall? How far was it from the ledge to the ground below. It will be worth holding on to survive since I am fairly certain whomever it is will come to finish Herb off. I will take the ride to the pavement if it isnt too far a drop.


Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Alyson Reed wrote:


Alyson laughs, then playfully pouts: "Well, she is nice, but you should compliment me instead, you know?" When he follows up complimenting her dancing, she cocks her head and smiles:"Thanks...I think the sense for rhythm runs in the family, we have music in the blood, so to say...but you had some good moves yourself!"

"Thanks," His ego warms to the praise as he wasn't confident in that, "Rhythm does not run in my family so, appreciated."

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As the drinks arrive, Alyson focuses not to look at his neck...in a tone halfway between shy and sly, she asks:"So, are you just the wingman for Max supposed to distract me while he and my friend 'hit it off', or is there more to it?" - with a smile, she adds:"You can be honest, I got a drink out of this, no worries here."

Rich takes his drink slowly, then almost blushes, and the flush to his ears is further evidence of the blood under his skin. "Honestly? I think you're beautiful, and I'm really hoping right now Max is distracting your friend," a bit of his drink for courage(?), "So I can have a chance to hit it off with you. Would you like to go some place more private and finish our drinks there?"

Perception check plus alertness, DC 6 (Well, 8 for you):
that Ravnos from tonight's meeting has entered


Marcus Welby wrote:
can Herb survive the fall? How far was it from the ledge to the ground below. It will be worth holding on to survive since I am fairly certain whomever it is will come to finish Herb off. I will take the ride to the pavement if it isnt too far a drop.

30 ft, looking at least 3d10 before soak. He might break a leg, and you might get some painful feedback/dmg but barring terrible luck he should live from the fall. Of course you don't know if his attacker will pursue or withdraw or whatever


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

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"Yeah, I think I will..." She says cautiously. "Since you offered." An she does keep an eye on him but from a distance. Perhaps careful that the smell of blood doesn't send her over.

And when he gives Misty the blood, she samples it, "Holy..." And with effort does not just gulp it down, "Okay. I don't know what that was but it sure beats the bums on Carpenter Row."

"Glad you like it." Damien says with a genuine smile. It always brings a smile to his face to see a potential customer enjoying one of his concoctions...even if this wasn't his best work.

Damien curls his nose in feigned disgust. "Ewww...Carpenter Row? I could literally given you anything that I have in here, thrown it together without a care in the world, and it would been an improvement."


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur enters and moves near to where Fang sits in the corner, "Greetings and Salutations, as I assume this is your place it would be presumptuous of me to assume I am welcome so I ask respectfully, do you mind if I sit?"


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Richard wrote:
Rich takes his drink slowly, then almost blushes, and the flush to his ears is further evidence of the blood under his skin. "Honestly? I think you're beautiful, and I'm really hoping right now Max is distracting your friend," a bit of his drink for courage(?), "So I can have a chance to hit it off with you. Would you like to go some place more private and finish our drinks there?"

Alyson is rather impressed with the answer given...her confidence in these matters is not too high, either: "Smooth.", a sip of her drink, then a shy smile:"No promises on how far this goes, but we can head somewhere a bit more private, where the music isn't as distracting as here at the bar..."

Oh, the music would be distracting no matter where they went...the fugue reflected her excitement...and there would be only one way to calm that excitement-

Perception DC8: 3d10 ⇒ (5, 5, 7) = 17 No success- and oh my...apologies, I made the rolls so far at 1 higher instead of two - but I believe I always had a 9 or 10 in the successful rolls, so I think it's all good...


Fields of the Nephilim

Damien Talbot wrote:


"Glad you like it." Damien says with a genuine smile. It always brings a smile to his face to see a potential customer enjoying one of his concoctions...even if this wasn't his best work.

Damien curls his nose in feigned disgust. "Ewww...Carpenter Row? I could literally given you anything that I have in here, thrown it together without a care in the world, and it would been an improvement."

Misty snorts, "No kidding. Hey, no one misses those guys if you slip, and everyone slips sometimes." A glance at him, "How do you work with the stuff night after night without going on a guzzlebinge yourself?"

Sovereign Court

Male Kindred Old Clan Tzimice XP spent: 8th Generation called "the Traveller"

On the off chance that Herb survives the fall and can get a look at his assailant I will have Herb scream bloody murder as long and loud as he can all the way down and after he hits.


The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur Carter wrote:

Arthur enters and moves near to where Fang sits in the corner, "Greetings and Salutations, as I assume this is your place it would be presumptuous of me to assume I am welcome so I ask respectfully, do you mind if I sit?"

"It's a free country, you're free to take a seat, others here are free to punch your face and throw you out if they decide they don't like you, you're free to make them work for it- and so on." Fang grins, "So you're the Trujah. Saw you giving my group the sneer earlier at the Prince's cotillion. Change your mind about us? Somehow you don't look like you want to sign up."


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

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Misty snorts, "No kidding. Hey, no one misses those guys if you slip, and everyone slips sometimes." A glance at him, "How do you work with the stuff night after night without going on a guzzlebinge yourself?"

"I've found the key to avoid such things is simply to keep one's self sated." Damien says frankly. "I've worked hard to develop a group of regular blood-dolls that I receive the majority of my nourishment from, which allows me to savor and enjoy the finer things." he says, preparing himself a drink.


Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Alyson Reed wrote:


Alyson is rather impressed with the answer given...her confidence in these matters is not too high, either: "Smooth.", a sip of her drink, then a shy smile:"No promises on how far this goes, but we can head somewhere a bit more private, where the music isn't as distracting as here at the bar..."

Rather than risk saying something stupid, he nods and offers his hand to guide her. They make their way to an alcove and....

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Oh, the music would be distracting no matter where they went...the fugue reflected her excitement...and there would be only one way to calm that excitement-

Following the music, she and Rich kiss lightly, and well, she doesn't let it get too far into anything like petting or so. A few kisses on his neck, and then she can bite and drink without worrying about it getting any further.

Rich moans softly, and it is a good thing she didn't wait until she was too thirsty because this, this is wonderful! Better than any mortal intimacy, this feeding sates and satisfies, it completes her in a way that is euphoric and borderline religious.

As blasphemous as that last thought may be.

How much you drinking? BP wise?

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No success- and oh my...apologies, I made the rolls so far at 1 higher instead of two - but I believe I always had a 9 or 10 in the successful rolls, so I think it's all good...

No worries! I forgot to double check and hadn't been getting it right either until recently.


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

"Punch me in the face? My goodness, who would want to lose an arm for such a simple matter as getting me to leave, seems a foolish waste of a perfectly good limb. No?

One can take the blood from a Englishman but not the English from an Englishman even after he is a corpse, it would be a better approach to ask me kindly to leave.

Trujah eh? I like the sound of that.

The sneer? Indeed, I suppose I was, how rude of me. Had I a conscience still I would beg of you to forgive me but I don't so I won't. I will tell you what I was thinking though, I thought that if I were an Anarch I'd not be caught dead in a place like that.

Melinda Galbraith used to tell me that a Camarilla Anarch is a Proto-Sabbat who did not have the stones to be buried and have to claw their way, quite literally, to the top.

Then again she's dead so what the hell did she know?" Arthur laughs at his own joke in such a cold inhuman fashion it's just disturbing.

"No, I am certainly not here to join you though I am not opposed to having discourse with you or your organization, if such a word can be used to describe those who abhor organization, on various subjects. Indeed, it is free thinking that landed me in a great deal of trouble throughout my own unlife so in a way I am somewhat of an Anarch myself.

At least your kind do not suckle at the teat that is the Inner Circle of the Camarilla and are free thinkers. Fools, denying the reality that stares them right in the face, the Antediluvians certainly do exist. The death of Ravnos recently should have made that painfully clear. I am curious to know what they have to say about that.

At any rate, this visit is related to a more mundane matter".

He takes the phone out of his pocket and places it on the table, "How do I use this bloody thing correctly and do you speak Millenial?"


Marcus in the shell!

Marcus Welby wrote:
On the off chance that Herb survives the fall and can get a look at his assailant I will have Herb scream bloody murder as long and loud as he can all the way down and after he hits.

ST stuff:

Fall dmg: 3d10 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) = 7
soak: 2d10 ⇒ (1, 8) = 9
villain brain check, DC 7: 4d10 ⇒ (7, 5, 9, 6) = 27

Herb falls SCREAMING his lungs out! But while it stings like high heaven, he lands a lot 'softer' and takes nothing more than bruises.

Through his eyes, Marcus looks up to see if he can catch a glimpse of the face of the person who pushed him. But the person is already backing away into the shadows...or trying to.

Perception plus alertness please, DC 7


Fields of the Nephilim

Damien Talbot wrote:


"I've found the key to avoid such things is simply to keep one's self sated." Damien says frankly. "I've worked hard to develop a group of regular blood-dolls that I receive the majority of my nourishment from, which allows me to savor and enjoy the finer things." he says, preparing himself a drink.

"Nice set up, but you know, Brujah, so definitely not something I could do." Misty turns, "Not sure about your music selection but the booze is good. Catch you later." She moves on, perhaps believing she is the one who has gathered information.

Lydia comes in from below, "It's getting late, so if you want I'll send him away, but there's a guy who claims he wants to sell you some 'good stuff'. A frown.


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Rich wrote:

Rather than risk saying something stupid, he nods and offers his hand to guide her. They make their way to an alcove and....

Following the music, she and Rich kiss lightly, and well, she doesn't let it get too far into anything like petting or so. A few kisses on his neck, and then she can bite and drink without worrying about it getting any further.

Alyson takes his hand and lets him lead the way. And after a light kiss, she finds his neck, holding him close, letting herself find the release she longed for since earlier tonight. When she was with Sam...

A short flash of guilt, of feeling like cheating on him, but that thought was quickly washed away by the sweet, sweet Vitae.

Rich wrote:

Rich moans softly, and it is a good thing she didn't wait until she was too thirsty because this, this is wonderful! Better than any mortal intimacy, this feeding sates and satisfies, it completes her in a way that is euphoric and borderline religious.

As blasphemous as that last thought may be.

She is not in a hurry, she drinks slowly, cherishing the feeling. Justina and the others should believe what they want...she knew that it was Gods curse on Caine passed down through the blood. By submitting to the curse, she did Gods work, was closer to him, and staved off the beast, the devil incarnate. Others might see it as blasphemous, but to her, the exctasy she felt was a reward from God for obedience.

Having drunken her fill, she lets the feeling tip her over the edge, letting go of Rich with a soft moan, shivering.
If she had ever had one when still mortal, she would probably have described what just happened as akin to an orgasm - as she did not, to Alyson, it was simply the feeling of a communion with God in her own view of things.

Taking 2 Blood Points. 1 seems a Waste of a perfectly good hunt, any more could have an impact on Rich.


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

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Lydia comes in from below, "It's getting late, so if you want I'll send him away, but there's a guy who claims he wants to sell you some 'good stuff'. A frown.

"I've got a bit of time yet." Damien concedes. "Do mind watching things up here for moment? I'll go see what exactly is being offered."

With that being said, Damien heads down the stairs to see just who is offering what.


Arthur Carter wrote:

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

"Punch me in the face? My goodness, who would want to lose an arm for such a simple matter as getting me to leave, seems a foolish waste of a perfectly good limb. No?

Fang smirks at that, "Lack of confidence is not one of your flaws I see."

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Trujah eh? I like the sound of that.

"Feel free to use it I think the trademark lapsed."

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The sneer? Indeed, I suppose I was, how rude of me. Had I a conscience still I would beg of you to forgive me but I don't so I won't. I will tell you what I was thinking though, I thought that if I were an Anarch I'd not be caught dead in a place like that.

"Just because I'm out to destroy mama's regime doesn't mean I can't call now and then, besides, I almost saved a caitiff ...poor bastard." He shakes his head.

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Melinda Galbraith used to tell me that a Camarilla Anarch is a Proto-Sabbat who did not have the stones to be buried and have to claw their way, quite literally, to the top.

Then again she's dead so what the hell did she know?"[/b] Arthur laughs at his own joke in such a cold inhuman fashion it's just disturbing.

Fang doesn't seem to mind the laugh one way or another, but does say " I always saw Sabbat as Anarchs who boasted they'd never bow before any government, and to prove it they started a cult where they got their assses paddled by seniors in robes for religion's sake rather than civic duty."

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At least your kind do not suckle at the teat that is the Inner Circle of the Camarilla and are free thinkers. Fools, denying the reality that stares them right in the face, the Antediluvians certainly do exist. The death of Ravnos recently should have made that painfully clear. I am curious to know what they have to say about that.

"Now I'm wondering how much you're playing up to me, but go on..."

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At any rate, this visit is related to a more mundane matter".[/b]

He takes the phone out of his pocket and places it on the table, "How do I use this bloody thing correctly and do you speak Millenial?"

At THAT he breaks into a long laugh of his own, "Bwhahaaha! Oh man, you're...ha.. serious. Tech support for...okay... you know, f%@+ the 'you'll owe mes'' Hand it here, and let me take a look and you can decide if you believe my translation. Sound good?"


Male Lasombra Kindred | Blood 11/15 | Willpower 3/6 | Conscience 1, Self-Control 4, Courage 5 | Humanity 5

Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Your phone number? sure..and.." She takes a deep breath after taking down his number, "I can drive myself, but you're welcome to escort me to my car. It's right out there so I feel silly, but on the off chance this craziness is as bad as you say it couldn't hurt right? "

"Then I'm ready when you are," Paolo said. "Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything. My work makes me turn my phone off during business hours, but you can leave a voicemail and I'll get back to you first thing in the evening. I have know a few people -I work in security- and I might know something by then."


Alyson-The Tattered Veil

Alyson Reed wrote:


She is not in a hurry, she drinks slowly, cherishing the feeling. Justina and the others should believe what they want...she knew that it was Gods curse on Caine passed down through the blood. By submitting to the curse, she did Gods work, was closer to him, and staved off the beast, the devil incarnate. Others might see it as blasphemous, but to her, the exctasy she felt was a reward from God for obedience.
Having drunken her fill, she lets the feeling tip her over the edge, letting go of Rich with a soft moan, shivering.
If she had ever had one when still mortal, she would probably have described what just happened as akin to an orgasm - as she did not, to Alyson, it was simply the feeling of a communion with God in her own view of things.

Taking 2 Blood Points. 1 seems a Waste of a perfectly good hunt, any more could have an impact on Rich.

The communion, if that's what it was, was indeed divine. He blinks "Wow you re...amazing." He assumes more than occurred, or less, depending on how you look at it.

Then he sees Max grining and walking slowly by, a bit staggering... "Oh shoot. Looks like Max had too much to drink. Can I.. uh, get your number? I may need to drive him home."

Whether a polite refusal, or a number is given, they part...

And Alyson goes realizes it's getting late. Rather than Justinia though, she sees another Kindred. That Damascus Lethe Ravnos guy with the hat, lowering his voice he watches Rich leave with his friend, then looks back at Alyson and says "I see you left this one alive."


Damien Talbot wrote:

Fields of the Nephilim

"I've got a bit of time yet." Damien concedes. "Do mind watching things up here for moment? I'll go see what exactly is being offered."

With that being said, Damien heads down the stairs to see just who is offering what.

The african american gent in the trenchcoat (Trenchcoats, nothing suspicious there) seems to be on edge, when Damien shows up, he asks, "You Damien? the guy who has special collections?" Closer up, he can see the guy isn't particularly attractive, but he's not exactly ugly either. His tendency to shuffle indicates this place is not his scene but he's not radiating a 'Five O' kind of vibe.


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Lack of confidence is not one of your flaws I see."

Arthur shrugs, "I did not survive the Great War by being a, what do the young people call it? A pussy?"

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Feel free to use it I think the trademark lapsed."

"I shall".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Just because I'm out to destroy mama's regime doesn't mean I can't call now and then, besides, I almost saved a caitiff ...poor bastard."

Arthur sighs, "I tried to convince your Sire to give leave to the poor creature to continue to exist. Despite Northcliff's denials and rationalizations, Kindred are without question far worse than humans when it comes to prejudice. The Ventrue may be the standard bearers but all Clans are far too proud of their bloodlines versus their actual accomplishments.

I did not see the point of making an enemy of Northcliff over something that means nothing to me, the truth is plain to see for those who are willing to open their third eye, no pun intended, any who do not see it are being obtuse or willfully blind.

I see the strategy keep friends close and enemies closer, I suppose the position does have merit. What fascinates me is the tolerance these American Princes have for Anarchs, during my brief time as Prince I staked any bastard who openly defied me in the sun. Well, I didn't, I had the Scourge do it but you get my meaning".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"I always saw Sabbat as Anarchs who boasted they'd never bow before any government, and to prove it they started a cult where they got their assses paddled by seniors in robes for religion's sake rather than civic duty."

"Oh Fang, don't even get me started on that! Those f@!%ers are far more under control than even the most green of Camarilla Licks! Vaulderie, Pack Priests, Bishops, Archbishops, Priscus, Regent! My goodness, for creatures that hate Mortals so much you would think they would create their own Titles for Mantle of Leadership! No doubt fat Moncada had much to do with that, even after he was slain though the titles remain. You are so very right is my point. I had a feeling you and I would get along fairly well".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Now I'm wondering how much you're playing up to me, but go on..."

"Playing up to you? Sorry, I don't follow, can you elaborate on what that means"? He pauses for a moment, "Ah I see you think I am seeking to tell you what you want to hear. No, I've never seen the need for "beating around the bush" when it comes to speaking my mind on a topic. Scholars must speak the truth as they see it as few others will".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Bwhahaaha! Oh man, you're...ha.. serious. Tech support for...okay... you know, f+~% the 'you'll owe mes'' Hand it here, and let me take a look and you can decide if you believe my translation. Sound good?"

Arthur grins at Fang, "I believe we have an agreement. You appear to be a straight talker, I like that.

If you wish to speak of flaws, that is one of mine but a strength as well I think, well except to those who prefer illusions over reality which is most of our kind.

But for my allies and my Sire, it's doubtful I would be here before you today as their honeyed words are what led to the stake being wrenched back out of my chest".


Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Paolo Costa wrote:


"Then I'm ready when you are," Paolo said. "Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything. My work makes me turn my phone off during business hours, but you can leave a voicemail and I'll get back to you first thing in the evening. I have know a few people -I work in security- and I might know something by then."

"yes yes, though I probably should call the... Thank you." And she goes outside towards the car alone with him where she will drive off if he lets her.

Sorry, couple of edits out there. Typoes plus I kind of jumped ahead a bit when I don't know for sure you're next actions


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

[Bigger]Alyson-The Tattered Veil

ST Gloaming wrote:

The communion, if that's what it was, was indeed divine. He blinks "Wow you re...amazing." He assumes more than occurred, or less, depending on how you look at it.

Then he sees Max grining and walking slowly by, a bit staggering... "Oh shoot. Looks like Max had too much to drink. Can I.. uh, get your number? I may need to drive him home."

Whether a polite refusal, or a number is given, they part...

And Alyson goes realizes it's getting late. Rather than Justinia though, she sees another Kindred. That Damascus Lethe Ravnos guy with the hat, lowering his voice he watches Rich leave with his friend, then looks back at Alyson and says "I see you left this one alive."

Still in bliss, Alyson hardly takes note of Rich leaving, having politely refused his request and having kissed him goodbye - it was getting late, but she simply had to bask in the afterglow of the communion for a bit longer before heading home.

Just then, the Ravnos from earlier came up and ruined the mood.
"I don't know you, and I have no idea what you are talking about.", Alyson whispers in an attempt to get rid of him.
Manipulation+Subterfuge?: 3d10 ⇒ (7, 4, 1) = 12
But her voice is shaky as she says it, and realizing that she sits in the alcove staring at Lethe like Deer at a headlight.


The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur Carter wrote:


Arthur sighs, "I tried to convince your Sire to give leave to the poor creature to continue to exist. Despite Northcliff's denials and rationalizations, Kindred are without question far worse than humans when it comes to prejudice. The Ventrue may be the standard bearers but all Clans are far too proud of their bloodlines versus their actual accomplishments.

"Yeah Northcliff's mostly pissed because of all the tunnels, and dark buildings he built and now he's got no childer to fill them with. Well, not -no- childer. But Nos paradise of his design...and zip. Add insult to injury Shadow Junior does the same thing in his neighborhood and gets praise for it. You can bet Nofthcliff's got no problems donning the white hood if it means he'll get to gripe about that."

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I did not see the point of making an enemy of Northcliff over something that means nothing to me, the truth is plain to see for those who are willing to open their third eye, no pun intended, any who do not see it are being obtuse or willfully blind.

"Oh yeah, Northcliff's full on bigot, but at least he's wearing it on his sleeve. Others hide it better."

Quote:


I see the strategy keep friends close and enemies closer, I suppose the position does have merit. What fascinates me is the tolerance these American Princes have for Anarchs, during my brief time as Prince I staked any bastard who openly defied me in the sun. Well, I didn't, I had the Scourge do it but you get my meaning".[/b]

Fang looks at him and smiles, points of his teeth showing, "You've got a lot of balls, dead or otherwise, to come into an anarch place and admit you used to be a big cape somewhere and killed Anarchs. But here's the thing, here in America, when the Sabbat hit? The anarchs are the usual front lines. We die first, but the elders know that means they have more of a chance. So they keep us as a buffer because they're too cowardly to face final death. Your Sabbat guys? Not so big in europe I hear."

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Oh Fang, don't even get me started on that! Those f++%ers are far more under control than even the most green of Camarilla Licks! Vaulderie, Pack Priests, Bishops, Archbishops, Priscus, Regent! My goodness, for creatures that hate Mortals so much you would think they would create their own Titles for Mantle of Leadership! No doubt fat Moncada had much to do with that, even after he was slain though the titles remain. You are so very right is my point. I had a feeling you and I would get along fairly well".

"You're a learned lick, I'll give you that."A smile, "Careful, it's an irony, those who know most about the Sabbos are often considered to be spies for them. Which means of course, we don't trust the folks who might know how best to handle em. Funny right?" a chuckle. "Oh yeah, ex prince who admits to hunting my type over seas down? We'll be best buds in no time. "

Quote:

Arthur grins at Fang, "I believe we have an agreement. You appear to be a straight talker, I like that.

If you wish to speak of flaws, that is one of mine but a strength as well I think, well except to those who prefer illusions over reality which is most of our kind.

But for my allies and my Sire, it's doubtful I would be here before you today as their honeyed words are what led to the stake being wrenched back out of my chest".

"I always talk straight, people just listen crooked," he says almost to himself then, "Tell me, what color are you when there's no color around?" Then he blinks, "Oh yes, where was I. Sure..." He looks over the cellphone "Oh... looks like this guy has a dealer. Wants to hook him up with Opiods... if I'm reading between the line correctly, this is prescription doctor only stuff. Someone has connections with a hospital. Nice set up if you can get it. 'Legal' Drugs smuggled out can fetch a really good price and can be just as addictive. tells where to see the guy if he's interested."


The Tattered Veil

Alyson Reed wrote:


Just then, the Ravnos from earlier came up and ruined the mood.
"I don't know you, and I have no idea what you are talking about.", Alyson whispers in an attempt to get rid of him.

But her voice is shaky as she says it, and realizing that she sits in the alcove staring at Lethe like Deer at a headlight.

Damascus Lethe grins wider at her protest, "Oh now, don't go throwing our releationship in some dumpster just as it's now started. You know my clan, we've got a gift for craftng illusions. Do you need a refresher on what he looked like?"

Moving closer, he whispers, "The hour is late, little daughter of cacophony,but let us say that I know you weren't always so traditional a lady. I'll be in touch and let you know what I need, but now I want your phone number. Okay?"


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

Quote:
The african american gent in the trenchcoat (Trenchcoats, nothing suspicious there) seems to be on edge, when Damien shows up, he asks, "You Damien? the guy who has special collections?" Closer up, he can see the guy isn't particularly attractive, but he's not exactly ugly either. His tendency to shuffle indicates this place is not his scene but he's not radiating a 'Five O' kind of vibe.

"Indeed, I am. Who wants to know and why?"

Activating Presence 1 - Awe Charisma + Performance Diff 7: 6d10 ⇒ (1, 10, 5, 8, 5, 5) = 34 - 1 success = 1 person


Fields of the Nephilim

Damien Talbot wrote:


Quote:
The african american gent in the trenchcoat (Trenchcoats, nothing suspicious there) seems to be on edge, when Damien shows up, he asks, "You Damien? the guy who has special collections?" Closer up, he can see the guy isn't particularly attractive, but he's not exactly ugly either. His tendency to shuffle indicates this place is not his scene but he's not radiating a 'Five O' kind of vibe.

"Indeed, I am. Who wants to know and why?"

He blinks and gapes for a moment then mutters,"I'm I'm Jonah... and I got something you might want." He reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out a case, "You're into this weird s@#* right?" the case is small, lunchbox sized. Inside are three vials of blood. Thick, but something keeps it from coagulating. And there are signs etched along the glass.

Intelligence plus Occult, Dif 6:
Hermetic occult scratching mixed with very fine print of names.. that are more modern seeming.

"Pretty weird s%++ huh? figure they've got a bit of alcohol to keep it from drying out. But it's still what.. what it is, right? and not normal. So.. how much for ah..." He swallows. "How much you give me?"


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

The Tattered Veil

Damascus wrote:

Damascus Lethe grins wider at her protest, "Oh now, don't go throwing our releationship in some dumpster just as it's now started. You know my clan, we've got a gift for craftng illusions. Do you need a refresher on what he looked like?"

Moving closer, he whispers, "The hour is late, little daughter of cacophony,but let us say that I know you weren't always so traditional a lady. I'll be in touch and let you know what I need, but now I want your phone number. Okay?"

"I...uh...how...it's not true...that...was not me, that was the devil. I would never...", she starts meekly, then her voice trails off while her pupils widen in horror.

HOW? He must have been there...
WHY? He will blackmail me
What should I do?...what CAN I do...?
I was blonde then. And my name was Maria. She is dead. But he knows...he must have stalked me all that time...he...planned this
Resignating when she finds no reaction that could reasonable undo what was taking place, she continues talking, with a thin, monotonous, powerless voice:"Tell me your number, I'll call right now...I'll need your number too, I don't pick up from unknown callers..."


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Yeah Northcliff's mostly pissed because of all the tunnels, and dark buildings he built and now he's got no childer to fill them with. Well, not -no- childer. But Nos paradise of his design...and zip. Add insult to injury Shadow Junior does the same thing in his neighborhood and gets praise for it. You can bet Nofthcliff's got no problems donning the white hood if it means he'll get to gripe about that."

"I am incredulous at that claim, where there is one Nosferatu there are usually two more you do not see".

ST Gloaming wrote:

"Oh yeah, Northcliff's full on bigot, but at least he's wearing it on his sleeve. Others hide it better."

"The eyes never lie, you can see it in their eyes when they truly despise you".

ST Gloaming wrote:

"You've got a lot of balls, dead or otherwise, to come into an anarch place and admit you used to be a big cape somewhere and killed Anarchs. But here's the thing, here in America, when the Sabbat hit? The anarchs are the usual front lines. We die first, but the elders know that means they have more of a chance. So they keep us as a buffer because they're too cowardly to face final death.

Your Sabbat guys? Not so big in europe I hear."

"Who said anything about Anarchs? Anarchs are a US phenomena, defiance is not limited to leather jackets and devil may care attitudes my friend. I daresay the Primogen are far more defiant to your Sire than you or your Anarchs.

Not true, the Sabbat control entire cities in Europe, certainly they control much less territory than they do in the US but they are there.

Have you ever been to Spain? Matador's stand against bulls facing down their charge but step aside at the last moment, perhaps if the Anarchs learned to do that and allowed their Elders to fight their own battles Anarchs would die less frequently under Sabbat fangs and whatever the hell else they use to kill Kindred".

ST Gloaming wrote:

"You're a learned lick, I'll give you that." A smile, "Careful, it's an irony, those who know most about the Sabbos are often considered to be spies for them. Which means of course, we don't trust the folks who might know how best to handle em. Funny right?" a chuckle. "Oh yeah, ex prince who admits to hunting my type over seas down? We'll be best buds in no time".

"Indeed, ironic is the correct word. Fools often slay the messenger. You seem to be no one's fool Fang nor does your Sire.

Once again, I shall clarify, I am not one to discriminate, when in power a Prince must slay any who stand against him. Well, at least any that stand too forcefully lest they encourage others to take such a tactic. Thus do I reiterate, I never hunted Anarchs I hunted those who defied me regardless of Clan or political affiliation.

Of course, I am Prince no more so perhaps my observations of the proper way to conduct oneself while in that position are the least valuable insights I possess.

If you want to hear irony, I'll tell you someday what I was accused of that led to my downfall.

I am glad to have had that particular itch scratched, heavy indeed is the head that wears the crown, I prefer the life of the learned Kindred much more than that of the unliving target of all hostilities within a given city

With respect to my job as a spy for the Sabbat, poor is the spy who speaks so freely no? In fact, were I am spy would I not disavow any knowledge or experience I had concerning them? Thus, were I a spy I would be a poor one indeed".

ST Gloaming wrote:

"I always talk straight, people just listen crooked," he says almost to himself then, "Tell me, what color are you when there's no color around?" Then he blinks, "Oh yes, where was I. Sure..."

He looks over the cellphone "Oh... looks like this guy has a dealer. Wants to hook him up with Opiods... if I'm reading between the line correctly, this is prescription doctor only stuff. Someone has connections with a hospital. Nice set up if you can get it. 'Legal' Drugs smuggled out can fetch a really good price and can be just as addictive. Tells where to see the guy if he's interested."

Arthur muses on the observation by Fang.

"Grey, in the deadlands everything is grey or black and white which essentially is grey. The smell of death permeates all, sometimes, when you spend too much time around the dead, the smell cloys at and never lets you go..."

Arthur listens to the information, "Tell me Fang, if I were to offer to you an opportunity to trade in these drugs, would you take it? I would arrange for the buying and the selling while you would front the money. Cash is something I find myself in short supply of these days. This is probably the first time I have been so in want, now I understand what most others went through when worrying about such things. What would you consider to be a fair split on this"?


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

Quote:

He blinks and gapes for a moment then mutters,"I'm I'm Jonah... and I got something you might want." He reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out a case, "You're into this weird s$$* right?" the case is small, lunchbox sized. Inside are three vials of blood. Thick, but something keeps it from coagulating. And there are signs etched along the glass.

"Pretty weird s!*$ huh? figure they've got a bit of alcohol to keep it from drying out. But it's still what.. what it is, right? and not normal. So.. how much for ah..." He swallows. "How much you give me?"

Intellegence + Occult Dif 6: 3d10 ⇒ (9, 4, 8) = 21

Taking note the Hermetic scratchings, Damien's eyes widen as he says, "Very interesting. Come along with me to my office so that we can discuss this transaction."

Assuming he comes along to the manager's office...

"Where on earth did you get those vials? May I take a closer look? The print is rather small and I would like to have more of a clue as to what I might be buying...suffice to say, I am interested." Gazing at the vials, Damien thinks to himself, Damnit! I must learn that Tremere power that Delacroix kept going on about...


The Tattered Veil

Alyson Reed wrote:

"I...uh...how...it's not true...that...was not me, that was the devil. I would never...", she starts meekly, then her voice trails off while her pupils widen in horror.
HOW? He must have been there...
WHY? He will blackmail me
What should I do?...what CAN I do...?
I was blonde then. And my name was Maria. She is dead. But he knows...he must have stalked me all that time...he...planned this
Resignating when she finds no reaction that could reasonable undo what was taking place, she continues talking, with a thin, monotonous, powerless voice:"Tell me your number, I'll call right now...I'll need your number too, I don't pick up from unknown callers..."

"Yeah, this is the number it will seem to come from," He grins and hands her a slip of paper, "But I've been watching, you're not bad with computers right? So...you know what I mean by 'seems'. I call, you answer, and you do me a favors once in awhile." he winks, "Hey, maybe you'll even grow to enjoy them. We'll talk. And.." Now that the paper is out of his hand he puts his fingers to his lips, "Shhhhh..."

and backs away.

It is getting closer and closer to sunrise, why does it now feel very very dark?

Sovereign Court

Male Kindred Old Clan Tzimice XP spent: 8th Generation called "the Traveller"

perc+alert: 4d10 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 3) = 11

Marcus will spend a blood on perc.

lol I cant see nothing


The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur Carter wrote:


"I am incredulous at that claim, where there is one Nosferatu there are usually two more you do not see".

"Believe what you like, but my sire... she's very good at seeing those that go hiding." A grudging admission.

Quote:

"Who said anything about Anarchs? Anarchs are a US phenomena, defiance is not limited to leather jackets and devil may care attitudes my friend. I daresay the Primogen are far more defiant to your Sire than you or your Anarchs.

"See that sort of thing makes me feel like we should step up our game" Fang muses, "City faced wind , flood, and fire... I wonder if Earth will get its shot? Oh yeah, where were we..." Pulling his focus back.

Quote:
Have you ever been to Spain? Matador's stand against bulls facing down their charge but step aside at the last moment, perhaps if the Anarchs learned to do that and allowed their Elders to fight their own battles Anarchs would die less frequently under Sabbat fangs and whatever the hell else they use to kill Kindred".

"Why that thought never occured to me." He says blankly.

Perception Plus Empathy or Subterfuge, DC 8:
Not only is he lying,, it's beyond sarcasm. He has been considering just that.

Quote:

If you want to hear irony, I'll tell you someday what I was accused of that led to my downfall.

I am glad to have had that particular itch scratched, heavy indeed is the head that wears the crown, I prefer the life of the learned Kindred much more than that of the unliving target of all hostilities within a given city

With respect to my job as a spy for the Sabbat, poor is the spy who speaks so freely no? In fact, were I am spy would I not disavow any knowledge or experience I had concerning them? Thus, were I a spy I would be a poor one indeed".

"Be interested in hearing your downfall sometime, of course, if I use it as a bedtime story you might get insulted," Fang tilts his head, "Daymares. You know how it is."Then he continues, "Wouldn't be the first guy to shuffle so many cards that they counted on the absurd as a cover. I mean, why does someone send out a Caitiff to target shadows when the guy is so clearly meant to die? Folks think the Jihad is chess, when really it's poker followed by a quick switch to Calvinball. But that one may have shot by you."

Quote:

"Grey, in the deadlands everything is grey or black and white which essentially is grey. The smell of death permeates all, sometimes, when you spend too much time around the dead, the smell cloys at and never lets you go..."

"And yet that is your blue bayou..." He mutters,"The b*+*# is waiting for you. Should be a sight not to be seen."

Quote:

Arthur listens to the information, "Tell me Fang, if I were to offer to you an opportunity to trade in these drugs, would you take it? I would arrange for the buying and the selling while you would front the money. Cash is something I find myself in short supply of these days. This is probably the first time I have been so in want, now I understand what most others went through when worrying about such things. What would you consider to be a fair split on this"?

Fang laughs, "Man, I've got your phone, I've got information...I could take this and run with it and cut you out completely.Which I admit, I am thinking about. BUT... then there's the other part. You poison the locals, and you might hurt overall grazing. I normally leave that too stupid not to know their poisoning their own food supplies to the living. But.. the question is, how much do I like you so far?"

Charisma plus Leadership, Dif 7, two successes.please. You may spend WP if you wish


Male Lasombra Kindred | Blood 11/15 | Willpower 3/6 | Conscience 1, Self-Control 4, Courage 5 | Humanity 5

Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Quote:

"yes yes, though I probably should call the... Thank you." And she goes outside towards the car alone with him where she will drive off if he lets her.

Sorry, couple of edits out there. Typoes plus I kind of jumped ahead a bit when I don't know for sure you're next actions

I think I missed the edits anyway. :)

"I'll let you know as soon as I find out anything," Paolo said as he saw Contessa out. Watching her drive off, he took stock. Could have been worse. Pushed too hard. Too focused on ghouling her. But she's mobile and I can get in touch. Probably she doesn't know anything.

Seeing there wasn't much more he could do just then, and not eager to get caught searching the house if she'd forgotten something and doubled back, Paolo decided his next priority was hunting.

Do you want to play this out? Basically Paolo plans to sneak into neighborhood houses and take a few units off a few different sleeping residents so no one ends up mysteriously sick. Or dead. Goal is to get as close to being topped off as he can before he needs to get home and nap.


Marcus in the shell

Marcus Welby wrote:

[Dice=perc+alert] 4d10

Marcus will spend a blood on perc.

lol I cant see nothing

Herb lays flat on his back for a moment, and the figure is...

well, really, no idea. Someone shoved him, peeked and left but not slow enough for Herb to get a look at him ,or Marcus to get a good look through Herb's eyes.

It's approaching dawn.

And the only clue he had MAYBE was a hotel name on a matchbox.


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Believe what you like, but my sire... she's very good at seeing those that go hiding."

"A fair point but one must be looking to find something, has your Sire spent much time in the bowels of the city? Regardless, I believe we have both made valid points here".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Why that thought never occurred to me."

Perception+Subterfuge DC 8 - 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (8, 8, 10) + (6, 5, 8) = 45 FEAST - 4 Successes

Arthur simply let's those comments pass by.

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Be interested in hearing your downfall sometime, of course, if I use it as a bedtime story you might get insulted," Fang tilts his head, "Daymares. You know how it is." Then he continues, "Wouldn't be the first guy to shuffle so many cards that they counted on the absurd as a cover. I mean, why does someone send out a Caitiff to target shadows when the guy is so clearly meant to die? Folks think the Jihad is chess, when really it's poker followed by a quick switch to Calvinball. But that one may have shot by you."

"I would certainly not be insulted in the slightest. What is the Book of Nod but exactly that? A set of cautionary tales and proverbs set down for us to learn from, well those parts that are not pure propaganda at any rate.

The Traditions much like the Ten Commandments for instance are unquestionably a set of rules created by those in power and who had means to prevent others from gaining in power or taking property from those in power.

Of course in exchange for my tale I would know yours, why oh why is the Childe of the Prince a leader of Anarchs.

Indeed, the reference did pass me by.

The Jihad is actually a game of Go at least that is how I first heard it described to me".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"And yet that is your blue bayou..." He mutters, "The b~&~@ is waiting for you. Should be a sight not to be seen."

Arthur straightens up at that comment, "While I have my suspicions as to what you mean by that, I may have simply heard you crooked... Perhaps you can elaborate?"

ST Gloaming wrote:


"Man, I've got your phone, I've got information...I could take this and run with it and cut you out completely. Which I admit, I am thinking about. BUT... then there's the other part.

You poison the locals, and you might hurt overall grazing. I normally leave that too stupid not to know their poisoning their own food supplies to the living. But.. the question is, how much do I like you so far?"

Arthur shrugs, "The Mortals of this country are strung out on many many drugs. Those in the food chain will get a supply of these chemicals elsewhere, why not from us.

I say us because, while you might not like me very much yet, you don't dislike me very much yet either.

As I stated earlier I don't make it a habit of making enemies of people but were you to strip me of an opportunity to gather resources I would be less then thrilled with you. Certainly you would keep the revenues all to yourself but you would have made a potential ally unfriendly.

I trust if you have heard of the Trujah then you have heard of what we can do? Is that the sort of Kindred you want on unfriendly terms?

I think not much as I do not want the Childe of the Prince much less the Leader of a powerful political force, albeit one not in power at the moment as an unfriendly.

Plus, you have yet to hear my full offer. As the partner supplying the capital, you would take a 75/25% split of the profits until break even. Thereafter, you would take a 60/40% split of the profits. I am not greedy, I just need some resources whereas you have no doubt greater need for substantial revenues.

Now, does that sound like an agreeable proposition?"

Charisma+Leadership DC 7 - 2 Successes 2d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (4, 4) + (5, 4) = 17 FAMINE 0 Successes.


Fields of the Nephilim

Damien Talbot wrote:


[dice=Intellegence + Occult Dif 6]3d10

Taking note the Hermetic scratchings, Damien's eyes widen as he says, "Very interesting. Come along with me to my office so that we can discuss this transaction."

Assuming he comes along to the manager's office...

"Where on earth did you get those vials? May I take a closer look? The print is rather small and I would like to have more of a clue as to what I might be buying...suffice to say, I am interested." Gazing at the vials, Damien thinks to himself, Damnit! I must learn that Tremere power that Delacroix kept going on about...

"Now information is another commodity, right man? I mean, you're paying for the product... but this is that and more. I might want to dive in twice is all I'm saying and if you want more I want to be the guy who gets a cut for bringing it to you ,right?" He gives a little, "From a building that got destroyed back in the flood and fire combo."


Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Paolo Costa wrote:

"I'll let you know as soon as I find out anything," Paolo said as he saw Contessa out. Watching her drive off, he took stock. Could have been worse. Pushed too hard. Too focused on ghouling her. But she's mobile and I can get in touch. Probably she doesn't know anything.

Seeing there wasn't much more he could do just then, and not eager to get caught searching the house if she'd forgotten something and doubled back, Paolo decided his next priority was hunting.

Do you want to play this out? Basically Paolo plans to sneak into neighborhood houses and take a few units off a few different sleeping residents so no one ends up mysteriously sick. Or dead. Goal is to get as close to being topped off as he can before he needs to get home and nap.

Doing a quick roll myself to save time for ya :)

ST Roll:

5d10 ⇒ (3, 5, 7, 10, 6) = 31

Paolo has reason to worry. What if she calls the FBI or goes to the police after all and mentions him? what if she noses into his affair with resources he didn't realize she had? What if some other vampire ghouls her first and steals his would be secretary?

But blood must flow, if he's to continue. So he sneaks about to very honey comb of red he has made for himself. Slipping in is not hard, timing? timing is tricky, but he manages it and soon nearly full.

13 BP at the end of the night

And for him, daylight is pushing into his world. It's time to rest.


Male Lasombra Kindred | Blood 11/15 | Willpower 3/6 | Conscience 1, Self-Control 4, Courage 5 | Humanity 5

Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Satisfied, Paolo returned home and locked everything up as tight as usual. Given the circumstances, he made an extra sweep of the yard and interior before retiring. Whatever happened next with Contessa, he would deal with it tomorrow night.

Updated blood to add the feeding and take one off for rising on the morrow.


The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur Carter wrote:


Of course in exchange for my tale I would know yours, why oh why is the Childe of the Prince a leader of Anarchs.

Fang listens to his comments on commandments and the like, nod at some looks amused at others, then when this comes up he grins lazily "quid pro quo just can't be escaped eh? Oh well not like Licks invented it. Sure, sometime. Another night."

Quote:
Arthur straightens up at that comment, "While I have my suspicions as to what you mean by that, I may have simply heard you crooked... Perhaps you can elaborate?"

"Elaborate on what?" He stares at Arthur blankly.

Quote:

As I stated earlier I don't make it a habit of making enemies of people but were you to strip me of an opportunity to gather resources I would be less then thrilled with you. Certainly you would keep the revenues all to yourself but you would have made a potential ally unfriendly.

I trust if you have heard of the Trujah then you have heard of what we can do? Is that the sort of Kindred you want on unfriendly terms?

I think not much as I do not want the Childe of the Prince much less the Leader of a powerful political force, albeit one not in power at the moment as an unfriendly.

Plus, you have yet to hear my full offer. As the partner supplying the capital, you would take a 75/25% split of the profits until break even. Thereafter, you would take a 60/40% split of the profits. I am not greedy, I just need some resources whereas you have no doubt greater need for substantial revenues.

Now, does that sound like an agreeable proposition?"

Another Anarch snorts, "Screw this b+*&@#$+, we don't need him."

Fang holds out a hand, "No, we don't. But that's not why I do things. That's why they do things." He looks at Arthur

"I'll take over from here and hand you 1 thousand dollars for a finder's fee instead. Cash on the barrelhead, no muss, no fuss. No need to see if Time, Mind or Perception goes first and pull the lever to see what opens up. Just...cash. you need it you want it, and I think you could use it now. Truly, earlier tonight you didn't even have shoes. Don't think I didn't notice. Nice ones there though, very clean. SO... $1000 bucks, we take it over, and no hard feelings. Sound doable?"


Paolo Costa - So many opportunities, so little Night

Paolo Costa wrote:

Satisfied, Paolo returned home and locked everything up as tight as usual. Given the circumstances, he made an extra sweep of the yard and interior before retiring. Whatever happened next with Contessa, he would deal with it tomorrow night.

Updated blood to add the feeding and take one off for rising on the morrow.

The Abyss awaits. Paolo sleeps heavier than most. Because that dark of it means more to him.

Yes, it is time to rest. And rest he does.

into the black.
Perhaps the darkness will guide him , give him wisdom as well as serenity.

And I will try to get the others onto their next nights so you won't wait too long :)


Stamina: 6/6 HP: 10/10 | Resolve 4/4 | KAC: 15 / EAC: 15 / CMD: 23 | Fort: +0, Ref: +6, Will: +2 (all +2 vs. Spells) | Init: +4, Perception: +4 |

Alyson Reed - The long road home

Damascus Lethe wrote:

"Yeah, this is the number it will seem to come from," He grins and hands her a slip of paper, "But I've been watching, you're not bad with computers right? So...you know what I mean by 'seems'. I call, you answer, and you do me a favors once in awhile." he winks, "Hey, maybe you'll even grow to enjoy them. We'll talk. And.." Now that the paper is out of his hand he puts his fingers to his lips, "Shhhhh..."

and backs away.

It is getting closer and closer to sunrise, why does it now feel very very dark?

Alysons fingers tremble when she takes the slip of paper. There was nothing to say, and if there had been, she would not have had the power to speak up right now, so she simply nodded and wordlessly watched the Ravnos leave.

Just what will he ask of me?
Knowing she would need to purge her system of what she already consumed anyway, she finishes her Jägerbomb, then finds Justina to say goodbye...if, and only if, she comments on Alyson looking a bit 'pale'(well, more so than usual) - she'd claim that she's feeling a bit down because Rich wanted to meet again and she basically told him off, and it's not easy for her getting guys hopes up only to crush them and all that...

Then she'll step outside the club, and begin walking home. The Veil was not THAT far from their flat...she'd have to walk a good while but there was plenty enough time to make it before dawn - and the fresh, cold air felt good. She pointlessly filled her lungs with it, delaying retching up the drink she had had into some garbage bin as long as possible.
All the while pondering the Ravnos, what he knew, and more importantly, what he'd want.
For a short moment, she felt the call of the void, and Alyson considered climbing up a fire escape ladder that was down, then watching one last sunrise on the roof - but the feeling passed quick enough.
She did feel empty, and powerless, but she'd sleep about it and consider her options...looking at the time, she remembers it's already day in europe...she'd make sure to call Vivienne right after waking up at evening...- certainly, she would know what to do! She always knew!


HP = 9/11|MP=14/14|SAN 70/70|Spot Hidden 70%

The Lows! - Copperhead Shed

Arthur nods in agreement when Fang makes his "another night" comment.

He then sighs when Fang fails to elaborate, "I begin to see why people hear you crooked. I assume they see a Malkavian fool, I see something much more valuable".

Arthur turns to the Anarch, "Americans, such poor manners, first introduce yourself and then call me a bastard".

ST Gloaming wrote:


"I'll take over from here and hand you 1 thousand dollars for a finder's fee instead. Cash on the barrelhead, no muss, no fuss. No need to see if Time, Mind or Perception goes first and pull the lever to see what opens up. Just...cash. you need it you want it, and I think you could use it now. Truly, earlier tonight you didn't even have shoes. Don't think I didn't notice. Nice ones there though, very clean. SO... $1000 bucks, we take it over, and no hard feelings. Sound doable?""

Arthur considers Fang's counter-proposal, "While I am sure I am not getting the same sort of return I would were I more directly involved, I am also sure that you and yours are more suited to this than I could ever be.

But ah, I did have shoes, I took them off because no amount of wiping would have cleaned them, then when I later retrieved them they were as immaculate as they are now. Was your Sire some sort of dry cleaner in life?

At any rate, I accept your offer of $1,000 cash with no hard feelings provided that it also comes with an open invitation to join you here again whenever I wish. I quite enjoyed our conversation, so rare to ind someone of intelligence to have a discussion with and without taking offense to such controversial topics!"

I'd like to hear what Fan's response is but I will assume at the very least he will agree. Arthur will take the cash, head back to the flat and nail the window shut. He will then right before sunrise, take one more BP from the mortal and in return give him 1 BP to begin the ghouling process. Nite Nite!

Sovereign Court

Male Kindred Old Clan Tzimice XP spent: 8th Generation called "the Traveller"

Herb will stand up when able and will leave and on his way pull over and look up the hotel on his phone and see what it says.


9th Generation Kiasyd | Bloodpool: 13/14 | Willpower: 7/7

Fields of the Nephilim

Quote:
"Now information is another commodity, right man? I mean, you're paying for the product... but this is that and more. I might want to dive in twice is all I'm saying and if you want more I want to be the guy who gets a cut for bringing it to you ,right?" He gives a little, "From a building that got destroyed back in the flood and fire combo."

Hermetic writings...destroyed building...the Tremere Chantry, how fortuitous... Damien thinks to himself before answering Jonah.

"Very well, Jonah, I believe we can come to that sort of agreement. As it is a poor negotiator that makes the first offer when seeking to purchase something, I ask you your price for the vials?"


Alyson Reed - The long road home

Alyson Reed wrote:

Alysons fingers tremble when she takes the slip of paper. There was nothing to say, and if there had been, she would not have had the power to speak up right now, so she simply nodded and wordlessly watched the Ravnos leave.
Just what will he ask of me?
Knowing she would need to purge her system of what she already consumed anyway, she finishes her Jägerbomb, then finds Justina to say goodbye...if, and only if, she comments on Alyson looking a bit 'pale'(well, more so than usual) - she'd claim that she's feeling a bit down because Rich wanted to meet again and she basically told him off, and it's not easy for her getting guys hopes up only to crush them and all that...

Justinia did notice and did ask, but at the answer said, "Don't worry, Alyson. You gave him the thrill of his life, and if he keeps it in perspective he'll realize he was lucky to know you even for a night. You beat yourself up too much."

Quote:

For a short moment, she felt the call of the void, and Alyson considered climbing up a fire escape ladder that was down, then watching one last sunrise on the roof - but the feeling passed quick enough.
She did feel empty, and powerless, but she'd sleep about it and consider her options...looking at the time, she remembers it's already day in europe...she'd make sure to call Vivienne right after waking up at evening...- certainly, she would know what to do! She always knew!...

And Alyson settles in, the thoughts of her sire's wisdom warming her and giving her the barest glimmer of hope.

And that's the end of your night

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