Joseph Merrick. Nice to meet you. Mind not piggy backing my ass while I'm trying to do the same thing you're doing?
But it works, and Paolo knows the address where the person is, they are at, a substation? Could be a redirect, but he doesn't think so. Someone is squating at a substation for their hack.
I'll get out of your way. Substation. That name. A Nosferatu? Whatever; Paolo got the call and delivered first. That should count for something. If it was a Nosferatu and they were doing the same thing. But who else would hack from a substation? Nobody but someone in the know, so a kindred, would be doing what Paolo was doing.
Paolo got out of Merrick's way; he didn't want invisible enemies. The Nosferatu were supposed to be clannish, not that Paolo had had anything to do with them. Best not to cross one and bring the lot down on him. An invisible ally, though...
Couldn't hurt to watch. Discretely. If nothing else he had the location of a present Nosferatu controlled substation filed away and knew he was probably better than Merrick, but not by much. That took some skill. They might be very useful to one another in the future.
"Something bothering you, my friend." Damien says in his best bartender/confidant tone. "Perhaps someone close to you that is not wise enough to share that philosophy?"
"Close to me? No." He answers, "But it is clear that many of toe other clans here are very reluctant to follow the Prince's dictates. I suspect for every Northcliff resenting us openly, there are two or more kindred in this city that work against us with feigned apathy upon their faces."
"Aristocrat is not a problem, the only question is which nationality and if you would like to spice it up a bit. Personally I would suggest the French with a splash of Bordeaux and a hint of herbs de provence...maybe even a touch of Toreador artiste if you are feeling particularly adventurous."
A smile crosses his features, "Ah, a moment ago you called me a friend. If you can find me something similar from the Iberian Pensuala, we will be that much closer to making that a truth. I do not doubt your recommendation, understand, but nostalgia has its pull"
"Nonsense. You are perfectly welcome here. Against the combined might of two packs it would be wise for all under the Camarilla banner to provided a unified front. An alliance would seem to rather appropriate, Graetano."
Gaetano inclines his head, "Your bloodline is ever learned, but it also nice to meet such a gracious host of same. The Sabbat is failed experiment born of truculent childer who did not want to grow up even when there was room to. It's since gotten out of control of the monsters that made it, and now it makes them, and far lesser than they were. Tragedy that its' death throws threaten us all" He muses, [B]"But that is an old rant for me. Have you been well accepted here by those of the main clans then? Perhaps my charm is simply not what I think it is. Though, I seem to impress the Prince."
I'll get out of your way. Substation. That name. A Nosferatu? Whatever; Paolo got the call and delivered first. That should count for something. If it was a Nosferatu and they were doing the same thing. But who else would hack from a substation? Nobody but someone in the know, so a kindred, would be doing what Paolo was doing.
Appreciated, Margaret.
Paolo got out of Merrick's way; he didn't want invisible enemies. The Nosferatu were supposed to be clannish, not that Paolo had had anything to do with them. Best not to cross one and bring the lot down on him. An invisible ally, though...
Couldn't hurt to watch. Discretely. If nothing else he had the location of a present Nosferatu controlled substation filed away and knew he was probably better than Merrick, but not by much. That took some skill. They might be very useful to one another in the future.
Whoever this is, whoever it really is, he/she has talent, he/she has skills, but they're not as good as he is. It's comforting really.
But 'JM' is tackling the other areas he may not have thought of, not by erasing, but by tracking ... especially on Social media. Anyone posting on Book of Face or the like about Vampires, especially if they mention Perle Perdu in it, are going to get tagged. It's a rather clever intrusion slipped in
Paola is making it impossible or at least hard for folks to find them, where as JM is making so that those that try to post about such things get found out that much quicker. One only wonders what kind of visitors they'll get for trying.
"You're the one asking for the car, you're the one driving, so it's on your tab because I know the Prince and Sheriff aren't taking up the check, but I'll admit, it's a drop in the bucket to pay for that crazy hour glass bender. Safe travels. I'll clean this up."
"That is a matter of opinion Imp. However, as we shall spend more time together we can certainly debate it at length. Before I go let me say that I appreciate you standing beside me when you could have fled. That I shall not soon forget".
Ian raises a brow, "they aren't kidding. He's a talker."
"Shush, Mr. Rogers," the Prince says to her ghoul, "He is also clearly a man of action judging by his wound. Do go on sir."
Arthur chuckles at the comment, "Indeed Mr. Rogers, they are not always wrong".
Here it is the Prince's turn to frown, "Clearly this Loa Joe has no manners."
"Indeed, the Setites rarely do when their guard is down".
Sheriff Hunter says, "Mr. Carter, you seem to forget we are at a disadvantage in how we play this game. Even a single shovelhead in the wrong place at the worst time can endanger the Masquerade, and it is the masquerade we must protect, even above the city. How did you learn all this?"
"I am a scholar, I study all manner of the Occult, including the Sabbat and their tactics. Attention to detail is the sine qua non of the successful archeologist and my Uncle was one of the best. I am now much, much better. I also have other sources that give me insights not available to most, even of our kind.
Yes a single shovelhead can that is what they count on. You play at their game in your city, I am suggesting that is something that be changed. They must be the hunted. As I am verbose I'll leave it at that and allow you to ask me if you wish to know more of my thoughts".
"Oh, my, Imp you say? Yes, I suppose Primogen Northcliff will be pleased you passed on some praise." The prince taps her fingers "Yes, I must admit, it appears many exceptional young Kindred are stepping up."
"Where as the Anarchs have vanished," the sheriff mutters, "Could they be aiding the Sabbat?"
The Prince's eyes flash for a moment the sheriff, "Sharper than a serpent's tooth he maybe, ingrateful he maybe, but he's no Sabbat. His crime is one of breaking his routine, and some would say cunningly so. This just a display of his power, how the Anarchs will not be content to be our first line of defense and then ignoreed That much is obvious. I may stake him for endangering my city in this little power play, but not for joining the sabbat. the punishment should fit the crime IF Crime there be." She draws out her fan and flutters.
"Praise? My Prince I passed on to you facts. Nothing more, nothing less".
Arthur ponders the implications and adds, "I agree, I doubt Fang would join the Sabbat based on the limited interactions I have had with him. He is too smart for that".
"You will need a great deal of blood indeed, sir, and as you have along with others been a gallant champion tonight, it will be provided unto you. But it will take more than that, sir. You need rest, or all the blood in the world won't help you."
The Prince turns to the Sheriff, "Both he and our dear Lasombra Antitribu senior have said much the same thing, that this is a diversion to something greater. Even you agree but you are also right that we cannot simply go off ignoring the breaches of the Masquerade hoping to stumble onto the true pack. We might win a battle and lose existence. I want you take Mr. Carter, Mr. Costa, Miss Reed, Professor Welby, Mr. Talbot Miss Ha, Miss Betty and that Lethe fellow under you as Hounds. Make sure they get proper weapons, maybe a little protection."
The Sheriff's eyes widen, "My prince, some of them, I dare say, most of them are not suited to combat."
"Well, we appear to be low an alternatives," The Prince says, "I didn't say to sell their unlives cheaply, Sheriff. As it stands, there is now a blood hunt on all Sabbat. And however they are disposed of, in any way as long as it doesn't violate the Masquerade or set my city on fire makes no nevermind to me."
Then the Prince turns to Arthur, "Don't worry, my dear Gallant. I doubt the Hounds will be assembled until tomorrow night. The Sabbat are often even more prone to daylight sluggishness than we so this will, for good or ill close up in the next hour or two for this night. May I offer you a haven and a few vessels that are safe to drink from?"
"And where do you think they will attack?" The Sheriff inquires of Carter, "My own guess is the Lasombra havens. One has already been burned down."
Arthur nods to the Prince, "Indeed my Prince, I shall accept your kind offer of Blood and Sanctuary. First, I shall need to attend to my temporary haven to ensure all is well and then I shall arrive wherever you tell me to go.
I suppose you are correct in that, those with little Humanity whose Beasts are so close to the surface often do rise slowly.
Certainly Lasombra Havens and perhaps the Haven and business of the Kiasyd he is after all in many ways a proto-Lasombra. If they can guess at Elysium locations they may strike those as well.
I suspect that this Pack has moved to the outskirts of the city as to avoid the ramifications of the actions they set into motion. What was the original location struck? Something crowded and on the outskirts of town? It might do well to set a curfew and close businesses where the Kine gather so as to make the next Sabbat attempt to create their little minions cost more in terms of time and effort.
With respect to the Caitiff my Prince, that does not appear to be a Sabbat operation, or an odd one if it is. Perhaps a personal vendetta? Are there any other female Kindred who were not in attendance at Elysium the other night? The Giovanni perhaps? Regardless, tomorrow I will see if I can make headway into that particular investigation before we begin to hunt this nomad pack".
"Close to me? No." He answers, "But it is clear that many of toe other clans here are very reluctant to follow the Prince's dictates. I suspect for every Northcliff resenting us openly, there are two or more kindred in this city that work against us with feigned apathy upon their faces."
"Sadly, there are always self-serving fools in any situation...more than our fair share among the Kindred." Damien concedes. "At least Northcliff has the stones to present his objects directly...that if nothing else is admirable."
A smile crosses his features, "Ah, a moment ago you called me a friend. If you can find me something similar from the Iberian Pensuala, we will be that much closer to making that a truth. I do not doubt your recommendation, understand, but nostalgia has its pull"
"I believe I still have a bit of a Spanish Marquesa left, if that is more to your liking." Damien says with a smile. "Perhaps with a touch of saffron and ñora. A bit of fine garnacha would be a fine addition as well if you would like."
Gaetano inclines his head, "Your bloodline is ever learned, but it also nice to meet such a gracious host of same. The Sabbat is failed experiment born of truculent childer who did not want to grow up even when there was room to. It's since gotten out of control of the monsters that made it, and now it makes them, and far lesser than they were. Tragedy that its' death throws threaten us all" He muses, "But that is an old rant for me. Have you been well accepted here by those of the main clans then? Perhaps my charm is simply not what I think it is. Though, I seem to impress the Prince."
Damien takes note of how well matters seem to be going between the Prince and Gaetano, but will refrain from saying too much on the matter.
Handing Gaetano his drink and pouring one of similar nature for himself, Damien raises his glass. "To your continued success in that relationship."
That was a good idea. If Paolo had been at home with his full suite of equipment, he might have done the same. But there was a time crunch and he hadn't been asked to meddle with social media. Doing so now would surely earn him an enemy he didn't want.
Satisfied for the moment, Paolo decided he had best get home. He could check Contessa's house on the way. Reassembling his office needed to wait for another night, since he had no idea how long the police and fire would keep him busy. And the neighbors that might be out and want to offer him a bed.
They'd be much kinder to offer him blood, but there might still be time for that tonight.
"I am a scholar, I study all manner of the Occult, including the Sabbat and their tactics. Attention to detail is the sine qua non of the successful archeologist and my Uncle was one of the best. I am now much, much better. I also have other sources that give me insights not available to most, even of our kind.
"mmm as an egyptologist I half way expected you to have Setite allies," The Prince says, "But you seem to dislike them very much. Then again, many do and with some good reasons."
Arthur ponders the implications and adds, "I agree, I doubt Fang would join the Sabbat based on the limited interactions I have had with him. He is too smart for that".
"Almost as smart as he thinks he is," The Prince comments.
Arthur nods to the Prince, "Indeed my Prince, I shall accept your kind offer of Blood and Sanctuary. First, I shall need to attend to my temporary haven to ensure all is well and then I shall arrive wherever you tell me to go.
The Prince nods to her ghoul, who nods and hands over a phone saying "You'll want this. Prepaid, pre programmed, and easily disposable. After five days it's expended and deletes. Not untrackable per se, but a lot harder than most."
Certainly Lasombra Havens and perhaps the Haven and business of the Kiasyd he is after all in many ways a proto-Lasombra. If they can guess at Elysium locations they may strike those as well.
"oo proto? I much prefer the story where a Lasombra drank faerie blood and became beautiful elf vampires" the Prince sighs for a moment like a child, "But at least I have one."
I suspect that this Pack has moved to the outskirts of the city as to avoid the ramifications of the actions they set into motion. What was the original location struck? Something crowded and on the outskirts of town? It might do well to set a curfew and close businesses where the Kine gather so as to make the next Sabbat attempt to create their little minions cost more in terms of time and effort.
"The Lakeside Restaurant is the first strike point for what we believe was the original attack," the Sheriff says, "The masquerade was sealed there, excuses made ,and so on. The good news is that it was attacked a time of minimum staff and minimum customers."
"I'll see that the Ventrue pull strings to curb some businesses," the Prince says, "Though many kindred hunt at clubs and the like that might be effected."
With respect to the Caitiff my Prince, that does not appear to be a Sabbat operation, or an odd one if it is. Perhaps a personal vendetta? Are there any other female Kindred who were not in attendance at Elysium the other night? The Giovanni perhaps? Regardless, tomorrow I will see if I can make headway into that particular investigation before we begin to hunt this nomad pack".
"Odd. I see no reason why Gina Giovanni would hold enemity with any of the 'shadows," The Prince mentions, "But 'independent' or no, I think I need to bring her in for a 'chat'." her voice a bit too sweet on that last word.
The sheriff however is frowning, "I do worry about the Elysiums both have had incidencts nearby, but not at them. But surely JJ is wise enough to fall for a stalking Horse? And Mr Harlow is, well, he's not leave the library lightly. But our reinforcements play defense preventing that offense. Still, with the new help" Dubious.
Arthur isn't sure if he's missed anything per se. It's obvious the Anarchs have moved out of the way from helping, and may use this as excuse later to make some demands. Interesting, Fang is not playing Anarchist... he's playing Union leader.
And it may just work.
Further, the Prince's curtailing the Nosferatu population means that the usual spy net work may not be as effective as it could be, allowing the Sabbat an easier time. New bloodlines are fine, indeed, he himself has benefited and the Prince is right, there is a vareity discrepancy between the Camarilla and the Sabbat, to the sabbat's advantage. But some organization has been lost for her attempts. Whether he wants to bring that up is his funeral..err choice.
"Sadly, there are always self-serving fools in any situation...more than our fair share among the Kindred." Damien concedes. "At least Northcliff has the stones to present his objects directly...that if nothing else is admirable."
"I'd admire it more if it were directed elsewhere," Wryly, "You think he'd at least have some appreciation for the Garygoyle. Poor creatures I've always thought. But they are showing new independence and growth and not just in Perle Perdu, much to Tremere consternation."
"I believe I still have a bit of a Spanish Marquesa left, if that is more to your liking." Damien says with a smile. "Perhaps with a touch of saffron and ñora. A bit of fine garnacha would be a fine addition as well if you would like."
"Please, please, my mouth is close to watering. That sounds perfect, and I thank you for even what i imagine it will taste like so I truly look forward to trying it."
Damien takes note of how well matters seem to be going between the Prince and Gaetano, but will refrain from saying too much on the matter.
Handing Gaetano his drink and pouring one of similar nature for himself, Damien raises his glass. "To your continued success in that relationship."
The promised drink prepared and handed to him, he raises the glass in a toast, "Put a good face to bad times"
And then he tries it, and savors. One can almost see the older vampire drift back, one wonders how many centuries? just one? two? more?
Finally he parts, "This does take me back, and i thank you for that, Maestro."
That was a good idea. If Paolo had been at home with his full suite of equipment, he might have done the same. But there was a time crunch and he hadn't been asked to meddle with social media. Doing so now would surely earn him an enemy he didn't want.
Between the two of them, they have angels covered in extra quick time.
Satisfied for the moment, Paolo decided he had best get home. He could check Contessa's house on the way. Reassembling his office needed to wait for another night, since he had no idea how long the police and fire would keep him busy. And the neighbors that might be out and want to offer him a bed.
They'd be much kinder to offer him blood, but there might still be time for that tonight.
He steps out to call an Uber or cab
"Please, keep looking, my doggie is around here somewhere."
"mmm as an egyptologist I half way expected you to have Setite allies," The Prince says, "But you seem to dislike them very much. Then again, many do and with some good reasons."
"My Egyptian ally despises Setites and especially Set himself, some ancient grudge. I assure you, nothing good comes of allowing serpents to take root in one's garden".
Arthur accepts the phone with a nod from the Ghoul.
"oo proto? I much prefer the story where a Lasombra drank faerie blood and became beautiful elf vampires" the Prince sighs for a moment like a child, "But at least I have one."
"I prefer that myth as well but as it's not been proven, proto-Lasombra is how I interpret their origins. Indeed, you have created quite the menagerie Prince such diversity I've never even seen, or heard of, anywhere else".
"The Lakeside Restaurant is the first strike point for what we believe was the original attack," the Sheriff says, "The masquerade was sealed there, excuses made ,and so on. The good news is that it was attacked a time of minimum staff and minimum customers."
"I'll see that the Ventrue pull strings to curb some businesses," the Prince says, "Though many kindred hunt at clubs and the like that might be effected."
"Yes, a far out location and perfect for this Pack to strike. All such businesses should be closed. Force them to come within the greater city limits where your spies may notice them. Then even if they strike, if we can catch them getting away and follow them to where they rest by day, we could end their threat that way.
This way, traditional hunting grounds may remain open. However, for safety, Kindred should not roam alone if it can be helped. Even individually powerful Kindred can be injured or slain by Packs".
"Odd. I see no reason why Gina Giovanni would hold enemity with any of the 'shadows," The Prince mentions, "But 'independent' or no, I think I need to bring her in for a 'chat'." her voice a bit too sweet on that last word.
"I am not accusing her of being a suspect but no stone should be left un-turned and she should be at least made aware that aiding the Sabbat would be a mistake on her part".
The sheriff however is frowning, "I do worry about the Elysiums both have had incidents nearby, but not at them. But surely JJ is wise enough to fall for a stalking Horse? And Mr Harlow is, well, he's not leave the library lightly. But our reinforcements play defense preventing that offense. Still, with the new help" Dubious.
"Indeed, these incidents exist to test defenses, response times, nature of the defense. I doubt they are random.
I am the Hound, you the Sheriff but I advise hunting this pack and not reacting to it. If you wish to respond to their reactions though, I assure you my response will be to send any who attack this city to their graves, this time to not rise again. As far as I am concerned, the two tonight were a warm up sharpening skills I've not had to utilize since the Great War. Still, it is good to know they are there".
Arthur grins inwardly at Fangs' play. Clearly he was planning this all along, the question, when to spring this knowledge on the Prince, if at all...
"I shall take my leave and by the end of the night secure myself within one of your safe houses my Prince. Once again, I appreciate the two of you humoring me and my thoughts. It is rare for Elders to take the Counsel of a Neonate, I believe I have settled in the right place and I will do what I can to ensure that it stands against all enemies who would see it fall.
If I may just make one more suggestion? Perhaps it would be wise to contact the Nosferatu Justicar and request the aid of some of his Archons who no doubt have experience in spotting Sabbat incursions".
With that said, he takes his leave to head back to see John taking the car with him.
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He heads up the fire escape and pauses at the window to listen as to whether anything is going on within, expanding his senses as the Imp taught him to do.
"My Egyptian ally despises Setites and especially Set himself, some ancient grudge. I assure you, nothing good comes of allowing serpents to take root in one's garden".
Arthur accepts the phone with a nod from the Ghoul.
"I prefer that myth as well but as it's not been proven, proto-Lasombra is how I interpret their origins. Indeed, you have created quite the menagerie Prince such diversity I've never even seen, or heard of, anywhere else".
"I really should talk to mister Talbot about that one." She muses.
"Yes, a far out location and perfect for this Pack to strike. All such businesses should be closed. Force them to come within the greater city limits where your spies may notice them. Then even if they strike, if we can catch them getting away and follow them to where they rest by day, we could end their threat that way.
This way, traditional hunting grounds may remain open. However, for safety, Kindred should not roam alone if it can be helped. Even individually powerful Kindred can be injured or slain by Packs".
The Sheriff does agree with the last to be sure, "We have quality, but the Sabbat can at a moment notice have quantity. While it is hard to trust, a 'buddy system' has merit."
"Indeed, these incidents exist to test defenses, response times, nature of the defense. I doubt they are random.
I am the Hound, you the Sheriff but I advise hunting this pack and not reacting to it. If you wish to respond to their reactions though, I assure you my response will be to send any who attack this city to their graves, this time to not rise again. As far as I am concerned, the two tonight were a warm up sharpening skills I've not had to utilize since the Great War. Still, it is good to know they are there".
"mmm" the Sheriff merely nods at this.
"I shall take my leave and by the end of the night secure myself within one of your safe houses my Prince. Once again, I appreciate the two of you humoring me and my thoughts. It is rare for Elders to take the Counsel of a Neonate, I believe I have settled in the right place and I will do what I can to ensure that it stands against all enemies who would see it fall.
The Prince's favorite ghoul will give him directions to the backup haven. And the code word he'll need to be accepted there.
If I may just make one more suggestion? Perhaps it would be wise to contact the Nosferatu Justicar and request the aid of some of his Archons who no doubt have experience in spotting Sabbat incursions".
"Oh, my, at this rate, Mr. Carter? It'll be the Tremere Justicar who storms in under one excuse when they actually push for the other. But I'll consider all options. Do be well."
He gets in the car and is taken to his haven for the evening. It turns out to be a comfortable lair under an out of busisiness shoe store. And yes, another ghoul greets him, a giggling ghoul woman who looks like a fifties house wife, and guides him to where his meals await. Two or three captured women who wore the wrong shoes past the wrong holidays, or the wrong types to the wrong events.
"Try not to ...giggle..drink too much." The ghoul says, "And let me know if you need anything. I'm Shoesie..uhm Susie."
Beth, have you been presented to the prince od this fine city? Do you know anything of what you are doing? Because right now you are violating the right of Domain.
"Bethany, not Beth, and Yes, I Presented myself to the Prince. So she knows I'm in her domain. Look, i'm glad you redirected me to save me from those two crazy vampires.." She gestures to her wound, "But if they're gone, I'd really like to go now. Maybe catch a college stud and heal up, that sort of thing."
he steps out, and hears something. A familiar voice from the back alley "Sorry miss, I can't find him" Jacob?
"Please, keep looking, my doggie is around here somewhere."
Paolo stepped out of the Starbucks and the voice hit him. What was Jacob doing out this late, in an alley, looking for a d- There was no way Jacob was looking for a dog. Paolo didn't want it to be Jacob, but he hoped it was. Some insane coincidence would be better than someone having the knowledge to mimic Jacob's voice. That alley better be really dark.
Resisting the urge to turn toward the sound, Paolo stayed in the lights and dialed Jacob's phone. Then he listened for the ringtone Jacob assigned his number. C'mon I Touch Myself...
Paolo stepped out of the Starbucks and the voice hit him. What was Jacob doing out this late, in an alley, looking for a d- There was no way Jacob was looking for a dog. Paolo didn't want it to be Jacob, but he hoped it was. Some insane coincidence would be better than someone having the knowledge to mimic Jacob's voice. That alley better be really dark.
Resisting the urge to turn toward the sound, Paolo stayed in the lights and dialed Jacob's phone. Then he listened for the ringtone Jacob assigned his number. C'mon I Touch Myself...
Suddenly a phone in the alley blares,... I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself...That's him in the alley all right.
As he's not looking, he's not sure why Jacob isn't picking up.
"I'd admire it more if it were directed elsewhere," Wryly, "You think he'd at least have some appreciation for the Garygoyle. Poor creatures I've always thought. But they are showing new independence and growth and not just in Perle Perdu, much to Tremere consternation."
"Point taken, good sir. I suppose I have yet to be the direct target of much of his ire."
"Please, please, my mouth is close to watering. That sounds perfect, and I thank you for even what i imagine it will taste like so I truly look forward to trying it."The promised drink prepared and handed to him, he raises the glass in a toast, "Put a good face to bad times"
And then he tries it, and savors. One can almost see the older vampire drift back, one wonders how many centuries? just one? two? more?
Finally he parts, "This does take me back, and i thank you for that, Maestro."
"I am pleased you have enjoyed it, Gaetano. Know that you are always welcome in this club should you feel the need for another specialty drink. I won't go as far as to wish you a good evening...that ship has sailed, but perhaps a better rest of you evening would be appropriate." Damien says to the elder vampire as he departs.
Damien scans the club to see if there are other who need attending to. If not, he heads back downstairs to see how Lydia and Holly are getting along.
Suddenly a phone in the alley blares,... I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself...That's him in the alley all right.
As he's not looking, he's not sure why Jacob isn't picking up.
That's Jacob or someone with his phone and voice. Great. Paolo pocked his own phone and walked casually into the alley.
"Point taken, good sir. I suppose I have yet to be the direct target of much of his ire."
"I confess it, there are times he almost provokes me to a frenzy, but really, that would just embarrass me more than it would teach him anything."
"I am pleased you have enjoyed it, Gaetano. Know that you are always welcome in this club should you feel the need for another specialty drink. I won't go as far as to wish you a good evening...that ship has sailed, but perhaps a better rest of you evening would be appropriate." Damien says to the elder vampire as he departs.
"Too kind, Shadow Cousin, I am better prepared now for any further troubles that should arise," An incline of his head, and down he goes.
Damien scans the club to see if there are other who need attending to. If not, he heads back downstairs to see how Lydia and Holly are getting along.
Much at later at night, and still no other kindred. It must be the Sabbat, 'official' word or not, the Camarilla are not out clubbing. Either that, or they are, but at the tattered veil.
Not that this city isn't big enough for more than one club that caters to Kindred now and then. He knows his has the best bar, but... the music of the Veil does bring them in.
Heading downstairs he realizes either his talk took longer than he thought, or Lydia is uber prepared.
Possibly both.
"You said you're trust me." Lydia said, "And you said you wanted to encourage tips."
"I feel a bit silly," Holly mutters, but turns and her boss gets a look at her. Black sleevless top that shows off athletic shoulder and well formed arms, black pants, but both pants and top have sections of sheer material next to the opaque strategically placed. The high boots with a multitude of straps make Holly seem a half inch taller at least, and the stich up bracers break what would be bare arms up. Her hair has been hit with a dash of red, though it looks more pink in the light, cotton candy, and eyeliner and lipstick have been skillfully applies, "But yes, I'll wear it."
Lydia notices him, "what do you think of her work uniform?" She approaches him while Holy waits as stoicly as a farm girl turned goth can, "Pretty damn good for a rush job right?"
That's Jacob or someone with his phone and voice. Great. Paolo pocked his own phone and walked casually into the alley.
There's a woman sucking on Jacob's neck.
That's the short version.But in more detail, a pale woman with an almost artificial smoothness to her skin making it hard to place her age , dressed in a dress with a price tag still danging out, is drinking from Jacob from behind with almost feral delight. While her dress is new, her shoes are crusted with dirt, and there is some in her hair.
There is no damn dog.
Sorry for the miscommunication, first I want to hit my OWN haven with John the Ghoul thug. Check in on his progress, then have him drop me off near the Prince's safe house with the car and then have him fence it as stolen so we can make a bit more profit!
Much at later at night, and still no other kindred. It must be the Sabbat, 'official' word or not, the Camarilla are not out clubbing. Either that, or they are, but at the tattered veil.
Not that this city isn't big enough for more than one club that caters to Kindred now and then. He knows his has the best bar, but... the music of the Veil does bring them in.
Heading downstairs he realizes either his talk took longer than he thought, or Lydia is uber prepared.
Possibly both.
"You said you're trust me." Lydia said, "And you said you wanted to encourage tips."
"I feel a bit silly," Holly mutters, but turns and her boss gets a look at her. Black sleeveless top that shows off athletic shoulder and well formed arms, black pants, but both pants and top have sections of sheer material next to the opaque strategically placed. The high boots with a multitude of straps make Holly seem a half inch taller at least, and the stitch up bracers break what would be bare arms up. Her hair has been hit with a dash of red, though it looks more pink in the light, cotton candy, and eyeliner and lipstick have been skillfully applies, "But yes, I'll wear it."
Lydia notices him, "What do you think of her work uniform?" She approaches him while Holy waits as stoically as a farm girl turned goth can, "Pretty damn good for a rush job right?"
"You have indeed done a fine job, Lydia." Damien says nodding in approval.
Turning his attention to Holly he says, "I know this is uncomfortable for you at best, but Lydia really does know what she is doing in these matters. For what it's worth, you look lovely."
Looking around the club, he comments, "We are not terribly busy this evening, take as many breaks as you need to get accustomed to your new job and accompanying fashion sense."
"I suspect I will be down here much of the rest of the night. The private club is dead tonight, so if there is anything you need to discuss, I shall be available."
Moving over to a corner booth, Damien has a seat and waves over Lydia. "You really had too much fun with that didn't you." the Kiasyd says with a devilish grin. "Do you think that she'll eventually fit in?"
Table 3 seems to be packed with more chairs than originally intended. It had three college age women at first, dressed in nice club wear really. And then, three more joined them.
Fang and three of his anarchs are here. One of the college girls is in his lap purring like a kitten as he strokes her neck and she looks into his eyes. Another fellow, a big muscular vampire, well, the woman near him is more confused than enthralled. The third college girl with glasses definitely is enthralled, and confused, as she finds herself smitten with a female anarch. The fourth anarch is a latino gent who has a headset plugged in.
"Don't mind us," Fang gestures to himself and the other Anarchs, "We ate so to speak. Just crashing and waiting it out. Now these three ladies probably have orders."
The three college women will mumble their orders.
Alyson stands frozen for just a moment when she sees Fang and his gang. While they were not, technically, customers, this was a free country - as long as they caused no trouble, they could go where they pleased.
Noting the college age women, Alyson wondered about Fangs REAL age."Hm-mmh. I can see, so nothing for you? No Bloody Mary's?", she looks at the other Anarchs with a grin, then back at Fang:"That said, I see you had take-out, but if you ever intend to sample the local cuisine, make sure to place your order with me. There's a few items to avoid and I would appreciate a chance to point those out." - it WAS a free country, but her friends frequented this place, and she'd rather not see someone else touch them...
Then Alyson did her job. Which seemed simple enough. She picked up the girls orders on her handheld, then stopped with Diana on the way to pick the drinks up at the counter:"Was there any trouble with Table 3? Why'd you ask for help before?"
While delivering the drinks, she'll softly whistle a tune, looking at Fang as she places the drinks in front of the girls...not like those girls would care about or even remember the service later. When done, she smiles at the Anarch Leader:"Cash or Card?"
She wondered, of course, why Fang WAS here. With his buddies. But if he meant for her to know, he would tell her. Alyson was, right now, just a waitress. And intruding into the business of customers was not something that made people likely to tip well. Chances were, they simply picked the girls up nearby and the Snake Pit happened to be the closest place they could go to.
There's a woman sucking on Jacob's neck.
That's the short version.But in more detail, a pale woman with an almost artificial smoothness to her skin making it hard to place her age , dressed in a dress with a price tag still danging out, is drinking from Jacob from behind with almost feral delight. While her dress is new, her shoes are crusted with dirt, and there is some in her hair.
There is no damn dog.
Gangrel? F#~$ it.
"HEY!" Paolo yelled as loud as he could, hoping to draw her eyes as he started toward them both, fearless and burning with rage. He was a lord of the night. He was the Nazi killer. He was the guy that drove wrestlers' faces into the mat until they left him and all his friends alone. "FLEE!"
And sure, assume he went to his place first, met his ghoul who 'made contact' with some guys, and then got dropped off with the rest going as mentioned? Fair?
Perfect, plus we get the car fenced and it looks like a regular robbery and we make some profit off of the sale. Depending on the numbers, I might slide some over to the Imp to offset that favor he thinks I owe him.
This also shows my thug Ghoul that he's not going to have to go legit which is probably what scares him the most!
Night 3 for me is over (I think).
Can't wait to catch up with the rest of the Coterie on Night 4!
Just an FYI, I'm going to push to trade Temporsis for Obeah with my Salubri Girlfriend, best to learn her secrets before the Tremere come in and wipe her out! Hopefully, she'll be receptive to the idea, imagine the look of shock on the Tremere's face when she freezes their fire or lighting with Time magic Hah! ;-)
Marcus takes out his phone and says can you please inform me of your sire and their contact number please, as otherwise I shall be forced to call the prince on your behalf.
"I didn't do anything wrong. I respected Domain, I went to the Prince, and I don't think your'e going to get through the PRince tonight if stuff is going crazy." a long pause, "Wait, are you saying this is your domain? the whole campus? That's not fair, this is some of the best hunting ground in the city."
Oh, she must be new because she actually tries a pout
"You have indeed done a fine job, Lydia." Damien says nodding in approval.
Turning his attention to Holly he says, "I know this is uncomfortable for you at best, but Lydia really does know what she is doing in these matters. For what it's worth, you look lovely."
"Thank you," Holly says, "A lot of props to her for the work. I'll get used to it. And I suppose the fellows will like it and tip accordingly. so..uhm, thanks Lydia."
Lydia nods, "Not a problem."
Chandler does an excellent job of staying on task, or at at least using glasses and reflective material to check the new Holly out.
Looking around the club, he comments, "We are not terribly busy this evening, take as many breaks as you need to get accustomed to your new job and accompanying fashion sense."
"Oh, I'll do my share sir, no more breaks than anyone else." A stubborn look as she gets ready to grab a tray.
""I suspect I will be down here much of the rest of the night. The private club is dead tonight, so if there is anything you need to discuss, I shall be available."
"Thank you kindly, I won't let you down," Apparently Holly has pride , a strong work ethic, or both because she immediately gets to work. To her credit, she's personable and friendly so that will help her during the adjustment period.
Moving over to a corner booth, Damien has a seat and waves over Lydia. "You really had too much fun with that didn't you." the Kiasyd says with a devilish grin. "Do you think that she'll eventually fit in?"
Lydia sits into the booth and then when accused, has the decency not to lie about it, "I am, a terrible terrible person. Yeah, putting a bit of chocolate in Vanilla is a kick. I think I like the power, mwhahaha " a straight delivery of the laugh with only a bit of a smirk, "First impressions can be misleading, but she seems okay and has potential. Heck, maybe she'll even end up joining the dolls, though be careful with that one. She thinks you're getting fresh she might be strong enough to slap you around," Lydia says running a hand over Damien's arm, "Then I'd have to slap her around, and we'd have a cat fight that you'd have to watch. I know you guys hate that stuff." A pause, "Or maybe we should sell tickets? Definitely put us in the black. Nah, Goths aren't really into the violence scene."
She does mention other business, "On another subject? Your vintage is selling like hotcakes, high quality goods and all, and our drinks on the main area are doing fine, but our sound system is getting old. And music is not our strong point to begin with, no offense."
Alyson stands frozen for just a moment when she sees Fang and his gang. While they were not, technically, customers, this was a free country - as long as they caused no trouble, they could go where they pleased.
Noting the college age women, Alyson wondered about Fangs REAL age.
Hard to tell, he looks like a grown man only a bit older than they but ...mmm.
"Hm-mmh. I can see, so nothing for you? No Bloody Mary's?", she looks at the other Anarchs with a grin, then back at Fang:"That said, I see you had take-out, but if you ever intend to sample the local cuisine, make sure to place your order with me. There's a few items to avoid and I would appreciate a chance to point those out." - it WAS a free country, but her friends frequented this place, and she'd rather not see someone else touch them...
Fang chuckles at that, "Oh ho, I didn't realize you were the local gatekeeper here. Interesting play, why would..." Fang stares at Alyson for a moment, "Oh my, huh, you're not so shy. You want to shine so badly it burns, and then you hide from the want. I don't know why, no shame when you're as good as..." He shakes his head, "Whoops, there I go again. We'll think about it, would love to hear your suggestions if nothing else."
"Sounds like she's trying to tell us what to do," Misty mutters.
"What, where, who.. " Fang chuckles, "She's just offering to help. Now, whether it's helping us is another matter."
Then Alyson did her job. Which seemed simple enough. She picked up the girls orders on her handheld, then stopped with Diana on the way to pick the drinks up at the counter:"Was there any trouble with Table 3? Why'd you ask for help before?"
"Well, it's busy...and ," She pauses, eyes glaze "You know I'm not sure why I did that. I hope i wasn't rude?"
While delivering the drinks, she'll softly whistle a tune, looking at Fang as she places the drinks in front of the girls...not like those girls would care about or even remember the service later. When done, she smiles at the Anarch Leader:"Cash or Card?"
As she whistles a tune, the Latino Anarch looks up and blinks, "Huh, had my tunes on louder than I thought."
Wait, that was her music he was playing? Because that's what she was whistling.
"Cash," Fang says, "And I'll even be a gent about it and pay." He lays down enough for the drinks and a sizable tip.
Gangrel? F~$& it.
"HEY!" Paolo yelled as loud as he could, hoping to draw her eyes as he started toward them both, fearless and burning with rage. He was a lord of the night. He was the Nazi killer. He was the guy that drove wrestlers' faces into the mat until they left him and all his friends alone. "FLEE!"
The bloodsucking fiend turns her eyes towards the distraction but does not withdraw her fangs until he calls out in a voice of command.
She drops her prey, holes in Jacob's neck, but then with great willpower says "No. He's mine," She curls her lips into a smile showing just a bit of fangs, "And I don't feel like sharing. There's power in this new existence, theytell me if I do well, I can be true Sabbat. I like the sound of that." She reaches into her purse.
"Thank you," Holly says, "A lot of props to her for the work. I'll get used to it. And I suppose the fellows will like it and tip accordingly. so..uhm, thanks Lydia."
Lydia nods, "Not a problem."
Chandler does an excellent job of staying on task, or at at least using glasses and reflective material to check the new Holly out.
"Oh, I'll do my share sir, no more breaks than anyone else." A stubborn look as she gets ready to grab a tray.
"Thank you kindly, I won't let you down," Apparently Holly has pride , a strong work ethic, or both because she immediately gets to work. To her credit, she's personable and friendly so that will help her during the adjustment period.
Lydia sits into the booth and then when accused, has the decency not to lie about it, "I am, a terrible terrible person. Yeah, putting a bit of chocolate in Vanilla is a kick. I think I like the power, mwhahaha " a straight delivery of the laugh with only a bit of a smirk, "First impressions can be misleading, but she seems okay and has potential. Heck, maybe she'll even end up joining the dolls, though be careful with that one. She thinks you're getting fresh she might be strong enough to slap you around," Lydia says running a hand over Damien's arm, "Then I'd have to slap her around, and we'd have a cat fight that you'd have to watch. I know you guys hate that stuff." A pause, "Or maybe we should sell tickets? Definitely put us in the black. Nah, Goths aren't really into the violence scene."
"She just might be." Damien concedes with a laugh.
Pausing a moment he thinks, raising an eyebrow and rubbing his chin. "To sell tickets or not...I must admit I may want that particular performance to be private one." he says with a wicked grin. [b]"That being said, it may not be quite the thing that the goths would by tickets for, but their industrial cousins on the other hand..."
She does mention other business, "On another subject? Your vintage is selling like hotcakes, high quality goods and all, and our drinks on the main area are doing fine, but our sound system is getting old. And music is not our strong point to begin with, no offense."
"Agreed on that point. The sound system is old and left over from my days as an attempted musician. Do me a favor, love, and look into upgrade tomorrow, please."
"As to the talent...there is a DoC in town, unfortunately she seems to be great friends with Justina Jenkins who would just as soon leave me out to get a suntan as look at me...though I suspect that is more about her sire than her. Still...might be worthwhile to try and persuade her to switch clubs for a while." Damien says, pondering the situation. "Is there anyone you can think of that would be a nice fit?"
Fang chuckles at that, "Oh ho, I didn't realize you were the local gatekeeper here. Interesting play, why would..." Fang stares at Alyson for a moment, "Oh my, huh, you're not so shy. You want to shine so badly it burns, and then you hide from the want. I don't know why, no shame when you're as good as..." He shakes his head, "Whoops, there I go again. We'll think about it, would love to hear your suggestions if nothing else."
"Sounds like she's trying to tell us what to do," Misty mutters.
"What, where, who.. " Fang chuckles, "She's just offering to help. Now, whether it's helping us is another matter."
"Can't be shy on the job...", Alyson looks at Misty, then decides to ignore her comment and focus on Fang again: "Just was raised with a healthy respect for my elders...but with some people, it's so hard to tell their age, so...no disrespect intended-", she slightly nods to the other 2 Anarchs.
"Well, it's busy...and ," She pauses, eyes glaze "You know I'm not sure why I did that. I hope i wasn't rude?"
...
"Nope, don't worry about it, I know one of them, you probably saw us talking some other night and figured I should take the table. All good!"
As she whistles a tune, the Latino Anarch looks up and blinks, "Huh, had my tunes on louder than I thought."
Wait, that was her music he was playing? Because that's what she was whistling.
"Cash," Fang says, "And I'll even be a gent about it and pay." He lays down enough for the drinks and a sizable tip.
Alyson takes the money, and wolf-whistles:"That is mighty gentlemanly of you. Diana told me you...requested me to service this table. Anything...specific you wanted to chat about? It's in the waitress code, you know - if a guy tips well, we have to provide some small talk.", she shrugs, then looks at the Latino:"Glad you like it.", well, he hadn't said that...but it was a reasonable assumption considering he had been listening a good while already.
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yes I mean to tell you by the princes decree the whole grounds of the university and frats and sororities are my domain. You have hunted it without permission and I am within my rights for a life boon at this time if I so choose yours is forfeit. Now tell me who your sire is or enjoy owing a life boon to the prince for your sire.
"She just might be." Damien concedes with a laugh.
Pausing a moment he thinks, raising an eyebrow and rubbing his chin. "To sell tickets or not...I must admit I may want that particular performance to be private one." he says with a wicked grin. "That being said, it may not be quite the thing that the goths would by tickets for, but their industrial cousins on the other hand..."
Lydia rolls her eyes, but does not scoff as hard as he thought she might,then again, she can be pretty adventurous so she hardly gets to play the ingénue.
"As to the talent...there is a DoC in town, unfortunately she seems to be great friends with Justina Jenkins who would just as soon leave me out to get a suntan as look at me...though I suspect that is more about her sire than her. Still...might be worthwhile to try and persuade her to switch clubs for a while." Damien says, pondering the situation. "Is there anyone you can think of that would be a nice fit?"
"Well, Chased Not Chaste is still on the road and seems reluctant to nest anywhere, and Can Shadows Scream? broke up. Cyril Swan is a good DJ but I think she's in a contract. I can look into any of the them to see if I can salvage something? Which one?"
"Can't be shy on the job...", Alyson looks at Misty, then decides to ignore her comment and focus on Fang again: "Just was raised with a healthy respect for my elders...but with some people, it's so hard to tell their age, so...no disrespect intended-", she slightly nods to the other 2 Anarchs.
Fang laughs, "I think you're going to have to adapt to the new math, old rules respect was due because they had edged closer to the cliff, but when the bridge just keeps going, they don't really deserve the right to bark orders back at you. They've rigged the game, after all."
"Nope, don't worry about it, I know one of them, you probably saw us talking some other night and figured I should take the table. All good!"
"yeah that was," she seems to like going with that idea, "that was probably it."
...
Alyson takes the money, and wolf-whistles:"That is mighty gentlemanly of you. Diana told me you...requested me to service this table. Anything...specific you wanted to chat about? It's in the waitress code, you know - if a guy tips well, we have to provide some small talk.", she shrugs, then looks at the Latino:"Glad you like it.", well, he hadn't said that...but it was a reasonable assumption considering he had been listening a good while already.
"Yeah, you're good, I'm T Tonio," T Tonio is surprised that she's the source, but rolls with it.
"Think T Tonio is a fan," the big anarch ribs his companion.
Fang grins, "Easy boys, we're supposed to be bad ass, not a buddy sitcom" then he turns to Aylson again, "You have chains, we're all about breaking chains. Once is passion, Twice is admiration, three times is worship. Let me know if you ever want help snapping that cord."
yes I mean to tell you by the princes decree the whole grounds of the university and frats and sororities are my domain. You have hunted it without permission and I am within my rights for a life boon at this time if I so choose yours is forfeit. Now tell me who your sire is or enjoy owing a life boon to the prince for your sire.
"For one vampire? that's insane..." Bethany thumps her head against a wall, "Oh wait, Malk Prince. Life boon is a bit extreme I think. My Sire is Alicia Hunter... the Sheriff."
Paolo knew he had to act fast. Once the gun came into play her inexperience wouldn't matter. He only had one solution: the Abyss. It hungered for her and he would feed it. He made a silent prayer to the silence before Fiat Lux. The woman's own shadow became something more and reached up to seize her as vitae sank away in his veins.
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Marcus will nod and dial the sheriff saying my clan is particular about domains and the traditions speak for themselves.
When the phone is answered he will say:
Sheriff? This is Marcus. Your childer is here at the university and has been breaking domain here by feeding on University grounds without permission. How should you like to handle this? Peacefully and quietly of course, and I would be happy to erase the video footage of it.
Lydia rolls her eyes, but does not scoff as hard as he thought she might,then again, she can be pretty adventurous so she hardly gets to play the ingénue.
"Well, Chased Not Chaste is still on the road and seems reluctant to nest anywhere, and Can Shadows Scream? broke up. Cyril Swan is a good DJ but I think she's in a contract. I can look into any of the them to see if I can salvage something? Which one?"
"Let's try for Chased Not Chaste. Based on your information, they would seem to be the easiest to pin down, you know not requiring breaking of contracts or soothing whatever squabble caused the break up in the first place." Damien says with a shrug. "You've never let me down, my love. I have no doubt you will come through again. In the meantime I will see if I can pry Miss Reed away from the Tattered Veil."
Paolo knew he had to act fast. Once the gun came into play her inexperience wouldn't matter. He only had one solution: the Abyss. It hungered for her and he would feed it. He made a silent prayer to the silence before Fiat Lux. The woman's own shadow became something more and reached up to seize her as vitae sank away in his veins.
Such is Paolo's rush that only the strength of will within him brings the abyss to this world, a single tentacle lashes about and grabs her.
The Fiend is not pleased, and snarls, straining, burning some of Jacob's blood that she had just claimed for her own.
Breaking free she draws the gun, "Would that I could kill you with my dark gifts, but, you know, this will have to do."
There's a groan from Jacob, "There is no yorkie is there?"
Marcus will nod and dial the sheriff saying my clan is particular about domains and the traditions speak for themselves.
"I thought all domains were the Prince's domain and thus getting good with her... oh forget it. I can't believe this. Maybe I should join the anarchs."
When the phone is answered he will say:
Sheriff? This is Marcus. Your childer is here at the university and has been breaking domain here by feeding on University grounds without permission. How should you like to handle this? Peacefully and quietly of course, and I would be happy to erase the video footage of it.
"Professor? It's the Sherif's voice, and there's gunfire sounds "The city has Shovelhead Sabbat everywhere, now is really not a good time" Another sound, could be a head hitting pavement "Wait, my childer? Bethany? Damn it. Professor, we may have to talk later. If you would kindly release her I will discuss the matter on another night with you. I really can't go there tonight for obvious..." gunfire, "...reasons. But rest assured I will talk to her about this."
The arm of darkness rising from her own shadow reached for the Fiend once more as Paolo drank deeper of the Abyss, and it of him. He felt an old thrill and could almost smell the sweat as he crouched down and charged her.
"Let's try for Chased Not Chaste. Based on your information, they would seem to be the easiest to pin down, you know not requiring breaking of contracts or soothing whatever squabble caused the break up in the first place." Damien says with a shrug. "You've never let me down, my love. I have no doubt you will come through again. In the meantime I will see if I can pry Miss Reed away from the Tattered Veil."
"I can get them to perform here at least a few times," She says with certainty, tapping her fingers , then smiles at his praise, "Flatterer, You know i'm pretty fond of you, lover. Always have been, always will be."
Then Damascus Lethe, Ravnos, stumbles in, there are bullet holes in his jacket.
For a new kindred, it appears she can take a hit! Bruising...
The arm of darkness rising from her own shadow reached for the Fiend once more as Paolo drank deeper of the Abyss, and it of him. He felt an old thrill and could almost smell the sweat as he crouched down and charged her.
Then the tentacle grabs her annew, and while his initial charge does little, she's still bound!
"I can get them to perform here at least a few times," She says with certainty, tapping her fingers , then smiles at his praise, "Flatterer, You know i'm pretty fond of you, lover. Always have been, always will be."
Then Damascus Lethe, Ravnos, stumbles in, there are bullet holes in his jacket.
Oh that isn't good... Damien thinks, seeing the state of the Ravnos's jacket.
"Damascus, my good man. Good to see you again, why don't you come upstairs with me and have a drink."