"I know," Paolo said, warmly. "Thanks, Dude. You should probably get home. It's..." Paolo had no idea when school started anymore. Especially in Lousiana. "...not a school night so Kevin's probably lonely by now."
"Yeah, I think I can get a cab. What are the odds I get jumped twice in one night right?" He reaches for a phone.
Unless Paolo stops him, Jacob will soon be on his way home to Kevin.
Damien holds Lydia close for a few moments before saying, "Let's go upstairs, it's getting early."
"Only because you insist." And they head upstairs.
Paolo stayed with Jacob until he was in his cab, then turned to his own arrangements. First up was seeing about the house. He called an Uber to take him home.
Paolo stayed with Jacob until he was in his cab, then turned to his own arrangements. First up was seeing about the house. He called an Uber to take him home.
His House was not as badly damaged as it could have been, some late night paper work (or automated of the same ) should suffice for a lot of it. Nothing attacks him in the dead of the night but...
Paolo dealt with the police and then went in to assess the damage closely.
Paolo dealt with the police and then went in to assess the damage closely.
The House is quite salvagable, and while the focus seemed to be on the area he slept at, the rest should be easy to repair.
And nope, nothing else going on out there or so it seems. he can head to his new haven and rest.
Paolo headed back to his backup haven, thoroughly secured it, checked everything six times, and then plunged into the beautiful Abyss.
Marcus will hope his possessed body can take the strain and he will shoot the enemy again with the flare gun backing up the stairs hoping the guy is only a good shot up close.
the battle twists, and turns, flares launch and burn, and bullets fly! And..his hostbody staggers, incapacited and helpless! But the Sabbat vampire is too wounded to pursue and badly so...
Police arrive and... an ambulance.
Among the wounded sorority sisters being tended to, a broken down homeless vet is saved. And, it is a good thing. As if he died, Marcus would be in torpor for a good year.
As it is, it make take over a month to recover.
the attacker is gone, vanished, but whether the shovelhead limped away or got killed by a Camarilla ghoul or whatnot, it isn't certain.
Marcus is back in his own body. And it is getting late. At least he's made his point though. This terrain is protected by what ever method's will be required.
Paolo headed back to his backup haven, thoroughly secured it, checked everything six times, and then plunged into the beautiful Abyss.
"Somewhere is a perfect chunk of b~%$&+$@, or thus Plato says." He nods, "Hours of talking there."
"That's agreed, then - now don't go ghouling my manager once I find one just to make that happen, ok?", Alyson jokes some more.
"Point," Fang concedes.
T Tonio says, "S$@~, any city with a toreador prince would snatch you up in a hearbeat."
"I wouldn't know...but if Justina is any indication, you may be right. But I think Vivienne...never mind. Lets just say it's nice to be appreciated while it lasts.", Alyson nods towards Tonio.
It was classic with daughters...they could only perform for so long before people would realize they were not aging, and used doubles for daily business...the infamous Club 27 was a direct result of those DoC's retiring to keep the masquerade intact...Fang laughs, maybe he catches it all, maybe he doesn't "Well, there are other reasons we're here. But you're welcome." a grin, "I am the Dragon's da..er son."
"Other reasons, beyond rattling my chains and drinking with some teens?", Alyson glances as the Anarchs company of snacked-on young females.
""She would probably love it," Fang nods, "I always find a single flower more tasteful than a bouquet, but then maybe I'm cheap."
"So cheap," Misty smirks.
Alyson smirks:"Aye, go with the times...single flower is only for orchidae...otherwise you gift an odd a mount of flowers, the exact number and price range depending on the cause and recipient. You can tip well, there's no excuse to be cheap when it comes to flowers! Tell you what, I'll have your name included on the dedication? Since your tip makes this possible in the first place?"
Fang looks amused at the mention of the manager but doesn't say anything.
"Other reasons, beyond rattling my chains and drinking with some teens?", Alyson glances as the Anarchs company of snacked-on young females.
"Yeah, we're on strike while others are striking," Fang says, "you see, sometimes Belgium gets tired of France and Germany and just goes on vacation to Norway."
Alyson smirks:"Aye, go with the times...single flower is only for orchidae...otherwise you gift an odd a mount of flowers, the exact number and price range depending on the cause and recipient. You can tip well, there's no excuse to be cheap when it comes to flowers! Tell you what, I'll have your name included on the dedication? Since your tip makes this possible in the first place?"
"Nah, you earned it. Besides, I suspect you're a member of Plan B and you'll need all the friends you can get."
That's when Samuel comes in looking for her, when he sees her, there's a look of relief, but he moves to her anyway.
"sorry, just had to make sure you didn't somehow end up...at the Veil anyway. I know you were working here tonight but, I get worried and..." A deep breath, "Someone shot up the Tattered Veil."
"Yeah, we're on strike while others are striking," Fang says, "you see, sometimes Belgium gets tired of France and Germany and just goes on vacation to Norway."
"Norway? Weren't they, like, Nazis too?", Alyson is puzzled for a moment, then dismisses it, realizing there was more important context in there:"Striking? Who, whom? Is there trouble of some sort?"
"Nah, you earned it. Besides, I suspect you're a member of Plan B and you'll need all the friends you can get."
"The way you make that sound makes me not want to be a member of Plan B...not that anybody told me anything about any plans so far..."
That's when Samuel comes in looking for her, when he sees her, there's a look of relief, but he moves to her anyway.
"sorry, just had to make sure you didn't somehow end up...at the Veil anyway. I know you were working here tonight but, I get worried and..." A deep breath, "Someone shot up the Tattered Veil."
"Someone...what?", her eyes flash from Samuel back to Fang, then back to Samuel:"Justina! I'll....how did you know?", too many thoughts come unbidden at once, as she fishes for her phone, checking her quick dial for Justinas number.
The lakeview restaurant...that was no accident...With a firm voice, she tells Samuel: "Stay here tonight! Call in sick to work tomorrow! We are save here..." with a pleading expression, she turns to Fang again:"...we ARE save here, right?"
"Norway? Weren't they, like, Nazis too?", Alyson is puzzled for a moment, then dismisses it, realizing there was more important context in there:"Striking? Who, whom? Is there trouble of some sort?"
"mm how about Ireland?" A shrug.
"Someone...what?", her eyes flash from Samuel back to Fang, then back to Samuel:"Justina! I'll....how did you know?", too many thoughts come unbidden at once, as she fishes for her phone, checking her quick dial for Justinas number.
"Social media I... it's on police reports." Samuel explains.
"Spoiler alert," Fang mutters.
The phone for Justina rings...and rings, and rings...
The lakeview restaurant...that was no accident...
With a firm voice, she tells Samuel: "Stay here tonight! Call in sick to work tomorrow! We are safe here..." with a pleading expression, she turns to Fang again:"...we ARE safe here, right?"
Grindhouse grins and pats at a bulge in his clothing, fortunately it's gun shaped one.
"Pfft," Misty snorts a bit "we came here because we were pretty sure they wouldn't. But if they do, they'd regret it."
Samuel is nodding to Alyson but looks confused at some of the talk.
"Relax, songbird," Fang says, "You're in one of the safest places in town. this is where the sheepdogs are hanging tonight while the wolves are out. you are one.lucky.sheep." a frown, "Damn, sorry JJ. Didn't know it would be you."
And Fang looks towards the window and begins singing himself, snippets and pieces of a song "...and I was bye bye, miss America pie, drove the chevy to the levy by the levy was dry...."
And the voice mail finally kicks in.
"Social media I... it's on police reports." Samuel explains.
"Spoiler alert," Fang mutters.
The phone for Justina rings...and rings, and rings...
"What...how...who would...dear god...?", Alyson stammers, quite clearly unable to pursue a coherent line-of-thought at the moment.
Grindhouse grins and pats at a bulge in his clothing, fortunately it's gun shaped one.
"Pfft," Misty snorts a bit "we came here because we were pretty sure they wouldn't. But if they do, they'd regret it."
Samuel is nodding to Alyson but looks confused at some of the talk.
"Relax, songbird," Fang says, "You're in one of the safest places in town. this is where the sheepdogs are hanging tonight while the wolves are out. you are one.lucky.sheep." a frown, "Damn, sorry JJ. Didn't know it would be you."
And Fang looks towards the window and begins singing himself, snippets and pieces of a song "...and I was bye bye, miss America pie, drove the chevy to the levy by the levy was dry...."
And the voice mail finally kicks in.
Not quite hearing the Anarchs answers, only the beep...beep...beep of the phone, Alysons aura shifts into a mottley of silver and orange. When the voice mail kicks in and Fang starts singing, Alyson starts sobbing uncontrollably and hugging close to Samuel, her tears wetting his shirt.
Marcus will meditate now to regain strength and he will quietly with his ghouls suggest aceoss the campus in many ears that the vet be given a home on campus and a job.
Arrangements and paperwork are prepared.
Not quite hearing the Anarchs answers, only the beep...beep...beep of the phone, Alysons aura shifts into a mottley of silver and orange(Confused, Sad, Afraid). When the voice mail kicks in and Fang starts singing, Alyson starts sobbing uncontrollably and hugging close to Samuel, her tears wetting his shirt.
If the anarchs judge her they don't seem obvious about it. Frankly, Misty looks a bit unnerved by the singing. T Tonio, apparently a music lover, seems bummed about JJ biting it.
Grindhouse looks like he might take another nibble of a neck.
Samuel holds her tight and consoles her. Friends in this dark world are rare, and she seems to have lost one. That's a reason for tears, or else the beast has already won.
Arthur wakens , the nightmares were bad this night, running from one body to another, to another to another... and...
His eyes open, the nightmares may face...
Soosie, the ghoul is waiting for him to rise, "Hello, sir. Do you require another vessel?" She's sitting on a chair staring at you, "I have news that I'm...mmm giggle told to pass on. Much of it bad," Driven mad by too much of her mistresses blood, this particular ghoul seems deliciously happy at all times.
the wounds he received took so much blood, and no small part of will power and effort to heal, but he has it down. Had he taken the blood needed from any one person they'd be more than dead.
Damien finds himself waking to... did he get cleaned and dressed in some of his nicest clothes while he slept?
Lydia is indeed there, "Oh thank goodness you're up. I'm sure others will wake even slower, but they're coming, looks like everyone of them is coming here. The prince's ghoul, that Ian guy, he came by to talk to me about it. It looks like for tonight, this place is temporary Elysium! It's got to be the fall out from the Veil going down. Do you think they're letting your club take its place?"
Marcus walks even before the sun sets. An advantage he's always had. He had odd dreams, dreams of cooking and being human... a different human mind you. Must be something he ate.
She remembers Samuel holding her, and warning friends to stay in safe places, and being so supportive. And she remembers tears, real wet watery tears, and she remembers why she shed them, and for whom.
Alyson's not sure when she got back to her 'haven' , a fancy word for home. But she wakes hoping the news was part of a bad dream.
And then a minute of focus after lets her realize that no, the bad things aren't nightmare; they're memory.
Damien finds himself waking to... did he get cleaned and dressed in some of his nicest clothes while he slept?
Lydia is indeed there, "Oh thank goodness you're up. I'm sure others will wake even slower, but they're coming, looks like everyone of them is coming here. The prince's ghoul, that Ian guy, he came by to talk to me about it. It looks like for tonight, this place is temporary Elysium! It's got to be the fall out from the Veil going down. Do you think they're letting your club take its place?"
Shaking his head, trying to get his bearings, Damien looks confusedly at Lydia. "They're all coming here? Tonight? It would make a certain amount of sense for the club to replace the Veil in that capacity, I suppose. I guess its a good thing I asked you to look into the upgrades for the place." he says with a grin.
"As an added bonus, it should really piss Tolya off if that does happen. I wonder if her childe was hurt in the attack on the Veil. JJ and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but ultimately I wish her no lasting ill will."
Getting up, Damien finishes whatever few preparations for the evening that Lydia hadn't already seen to.
Going downstairs to the public club, Damien finds Chandler and Holly. "This place could be rather busy tonight. Do me proud."
Heading back upstairs he finds Lydia. "Darling, I think I will need your assistance up here tonight." Just before opening the doors for the evening, the Kiasyd grabs Lydia, spins her around and gives her a kiss. "Wish us luck tonight will you, love?"
Paolo has trouble connecting with the Abyss, had trouble focusing on God's shadow. He wanted to, but Jacob nearly getting his throat torn out was very alarming to him on some level. Then, of course, is his own hide.
Which seems constantly threatened of late.
So he wakes a bit earlier tonight, not much earlier, but still.
Soosie, the ghoul is waiting for him to rise, "Hello, sir. Do you require another vessel?" She's sitting on a chair staring at you, "I have news that I'm...mmm giggle told to pass on. Much of it bad,"
This time, the Nightmares remain where they belong, in his twisted dreams.
Arthur will take some more blood from her.
"Thank you Soosie, your cheery disposition is quite soothing to wake up to in the morning".
Post feeding Arthur licks her wounds and allows her to remain in his lap. Rather like the places he used to frequent with his Uncle when they'd visit England or the good time girls on the back lines of the War, the one thing that Arthur missed about being alive, besides the sun of course.
"Bad news eh? I am not surprised. Very well tell me what it is you were told to tell me. I suspect some of it I had surmised already..."
Shaking his head, trying to get his bearings, Damien looks confusedly at Lydia. "They're all coming here? Tonight? It would make a certain amount of sense for the club to replace the Veil in that capacity, I suppose. I guess its a good thing I asked you to look into the upgrades for the place." he says with a grin.
"No kidding, as it is I think we're going to be in a scramble, and yes, they're coming here tonight. Either that I'm being trolled by a guy who knows way too much."
"As an added bonus, it should really piss Tolya off if that does happen. I wonder if her childe was hurt in the attack on the Veil. JJ and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but ultimately I wish her no lasting ill will."
"I know, you're not the vicious type, well, not to folks that don't deserve it" She sighs, "I don't know, the news is saying it was a kind of domestic terror incident, or a street gang gone hyped, not sure. I think you're masquerade got shoved hard last night. I hope she's still around but I've got my doubts. Not to sound like a cold blooded b!&@!, but refusing the 'Elysium' stuff isn't going to bring JJ back if she's gone. So yeah, let's piss off Whoreador prime."
Getting up, Damien finishes whatever few preparations for the evening that Lydia hadn't already seen to.
While he hates to sell 'common stuff' , some blood in bulk might end up being useful if this place becomes an Elysium.
He should be good for tonight though.
Going downstairs to the public club, Damien finds Chandler and Holly. "This place could be rather busy tonight. Do me proud."
Neither of them are in the know, but Chandler continues to be a pro, "Got it covered, boss. Let me know if I need to change the routine but I'll keep an extra strong eye on it."
Holly, who seems more used to her outfit, inclines her head, "Yes, sir. I'll hoof it."
Word is Holly is handling things JUST fine. Some drunk tried to grab ass one too many times on her and some other girls the other night and she chicken winged him out the door with the bouncers looking amused, and even hinting they are happy to handle that for her.
Heading back upstairs he finds Lydia. "Darling, I think I will need your assistance up here tonight." Just before opening the doors for the evening, the Kiasyd grabs Lydia, spins her around and gives her a kiss. "Wish us luck tonight will you, love?"
Whirled, she is startled, then returns the kiss, "Yes yes, you sap," A smile, "Good luck. Not that you need it. You're annoyingly good at everything you do. I don't back losers." A wink another kiss, "I'll be on my own best behavior don't you worry."
Already, Mi Ha, the Salubri, is entering in, looking really spooked.
This time, the Nightmares remain where they belong, in his twisted dreams.
Arthur will take some more blood from her.
"Thank you Soosie, your cheery disposition is quite soothing to wake up to in the morning".
Post feeding Arthur licks her wounds and allows her to remain in his lap. Rather like the places he used to frequent with his Uncle when they'd visit England or the good time girls on the back lines of the War, the one thing that Arthur missed about being alive, besides the sun of course.
The pleasure of the feeding causes her to delight, and then when it's settled she recovers enough to smile anew despite the dark exposition no doubt waiting.
"Bad news eh? I am not surprised. Very well tell me what it is you were told to tell me. I suspect some of it I had surmised already..."
"Elysium, well, the Tattered Veil Elysium was struck, the keeper... JJ.. .that's a funny thing she didn't look like she had a newspaper or hated Spider-Man, oh, she was destroyed by the Sabbat attack. Bad Sabbat, no biscuit!" Even her pout seems cheery, [B]"So you were right, and that's the good newss, KIND of..so yay you? But boo, dead nice Tori! That Elysium might be rebuilt, but for tonight they are expecting you at the fields of Nephilim. Let loose the hounds..arrooo." More giggles.
"No kidding, as it is I think we're going to be in a scramble, and yes, they're coming here tonight. Either that I'm being trolled by a guy who knows way too much."
"I know, you're not the vicious type, well, not to folks that don't deserve it" She sighs, "I don't know, the news is saying it was a kind of domestic terror incident, or a street gang gone hyped, not sure. I think you're masquerade got shoved hard last night. I hope she's still around but I've got my doubts. Not to sound like a cold blooded b@!%!, but refusing the 'Elysium' stuff isn't going to bring JJ back if she's gone. So yeah, let's piss off Whoreador prime."
"Oh have no fears, my love. Should the offer of Elysium be granted, I will happily take it...JJ's well being doesn't enter into the equation for me."
While he hates to sell 'common stuff' , some blood in bulk might end up being useful if this place becomes an Elysium.
He should be good for tonight though.
Calm yourself, Damien, not all of them will be interested in what you specialize in, though I suspect there will be enough of them who are.
Neither of them are in the know, but Chandler continues to be a pro, "Got it covered, boss. Let me know if I need to change the routine but I'll keep an extra strong eye on it."
Holly, who seems more used to her outfit,inclines her head, "Yes, sir. I'll hoof it."
Word is Holly is handling things JUST fine. Some drunk tried to grab ass one too many times on her and some other girls the other night and she chicken winged him out the door with the bouncers looking amused, and even hinting they are happy to handle that for her.
"I suspect the "sir-bit" is from your upbringing, not that there's anything wrong with it, but the sir thing isn't needed here, my dear. Damien will do just fine." Damien adds with a smile, "Keep up the excellent work. I've already heard good things about you, Holly."
Whirled, she is startled, then returns the kiss, "Yes yes, you sap," A smile, "Good luck. Not that you need it. You're annoyingly good at everything you do. I don't back losers." A wink another kiss, "I'll be on my own best behavior don't you worry."
Already, Mi Ha, the Salubri, is entering in, looking really spooked.
"Perfect, just what I'd hoped to hear." he says with a smile to Lydia.
Noticing the Salubri's presence, Damien greets her. "Welcome, Miss Ha. Can I get you anything to calm those nerves. I do have a number of vintages that are from willing donors...If memory serves me correctly that is what your kind require, correct?"
"Elysium, well, the Tattered Veil Elysium was struck, the keeper... JJ.. .that's a funny thing she didn't look like she had a newspaper or hated Spider-Man, oh, she was destroyed by the Sabbat attack. Bad Sabbat, no biscuit!" Even her pout seems cheery, "So you were right, and that's the good newss, KIND of..so yay you? But boo, dead nice Tori! That Elysium might be rebuilt, but for tonight they are expecting you at the fields of Nephilim. Let loose the hounds..arrooo." More giggles.
"Hmmm, I would ask more but I suppose that sort of detail I will need to get from the Sheriff or the Prince.
Tell me do you know if this JJ was a Neonate or Anacillae? I never met her except in passing at Court a few nights ago.
Of course, chaos always creates opportunity but at the expense of others. The key to harnessing it is to not be struck by it.
A word of advice though my dear Soosie, none of us are nice. The mask we wear hides the face of a very real Beast. I've seen our kind degenerate to such animal depths they'd eat anything, even one of their own. Such creatures make the Sabbat look "nice".
Beyond your benefactor the Prince trust no others. If you see these Sabbat run, fast and hard and do not look back until you are so far you cannot hear the sounds of the carnage they bring.
I shall take my leave of you now and head to this Field of Nephilim, funny, I believe this is the name of a music group from the British Isles but perhaps I am mistaken. Thank you again dear sweet Soosie. Oh and can you tell me how to get where I am going?"
Arthur kisses her and and then packs up his few belongings, including the still bloody sword he slept with in his hand, and heads to this new location. He glances at the stake he brought down his grandniece with and considers looking beyond the shroud to see if her soul is perhaps fettered to it. For now he avoids indulging in his curiosity.
"Oh have no fears, my love. Should the offer of Elysium be granted, I will happily take it...JJ's well being doesn't enter into the equation for me."
"Sadly, it shouldn't," She agrees, and pats him on the ass to send him on his way.
"I suspect the "sir-bit" is from your upbringing, not that there's anything wrong with it, but the sir thing isn't needed here, my dear. Damien will do just fine." Damien adds with a smile, "Keep up the excellent work. I've already heard good things about you, Holly."
"thank you, si...Damien." Holly says and moves to the first table.
As proof that Chandler is a pro, and took the warning of getting busy tonight seriously, he doesn't even check Holly out. Normally his gaze is one of respectful desire, if one can have that.
Noticing the Salubri's presence, Damien greets her. "Welcome, Miss Ha. Can I get you anything to calm those nerves. I do have a number of vintages that are from willing donors...If memory serves me correctly that is what your kind require, correct?"
"I, thank you," Mi-Ha doesn't bother to deny jitters. what would be the point? "I don't know if I can afford your wares, though yes, you hear correctly. I was told to come here."
"Hmmm, I would ask more but I suppose that sort of detail I will need to get from the Sheriff or the Prince.
Tell me do you know if this JJ was a Neonate or Anacillae? I never met her except in passing at Court a few nights ago.
"Oh, probably more Neo than ansty! See, Damien was everyone's first choice, but then he got embraced by tall dark and spindly, and not by the Russian wrecking ball Tolya the Tori! So Tori now hates him, but she got JJ the runner up sometime after, and then pulled strings they say to get her Elysium or something like that... I think."
A word of advice though my dear Soosie, none of us are nice. The mask we wear hides the face of a very real Beast. I've seen our kind degenerate to such animal depths they'd eat anything, even one of their own. Such creatures make the Sabbat look "nice".
Beyond your benefactor the Prince trust no others. If you see these Sabbat run, fast and hard and do not look back until you are so far you cannot hear the sounds of the carnage they bring.
She nods, still beaming, but there is a seriousness to her eyes, "I promise I will run run run if I see a Sabbie ... and I try to be careful for one kindred feel 'indisposed' or 'moody'" A low whispers, "I don't want to die. life is too many laughs."
After the kiss, she giggles, and then giggles again, then gives the directions he needs.
"Oh, probably more Neo than ansty! See, Damien was everyone's first choice, but then he got embraced by tall dark and spindly, and not by the Russian wrecking ball Tolya the Tori! So Tori now hates him, but she got JJ the runner up sometime after, and then pulled strings they say to get her Elysium or something like that... I think."
She nods, still beaming, but there is a seriousness to her eyes, "I promise I will run run run if I see a Sabbie ... and I try to be careful for one kindred feel 'indisposed' or 'moody'" A low whispers, "I don't want to die. life is too many laughs."
After the kiss, she giggles, and then giggles again, then gives the directions he needs.
"I appreciate the information. Keep safe".
He heads out into the night to the Fields of Nephilim. As he bears the location he realizes he still has the same beat up clothes he had on the night before. He closes his jacket as best he can and sprays the cologne the Price so generously gave to him and heads inside.
Upon arrival he enters and encounters a you blonde female server, "Good evening my dear. I am looking for the proprietor of this establishment one Damien Talbot. Can you direct me to him?"
He heads out into the night to the Fields of Nephilim. As he bears the location he realizes he still has the same beat up clothes he had on the night before. He closes his jacket as best he can and sprays the cologne the Price so generously gave to him and heads inside.
Upon arrival he enters and encounters a you blonde female server, "Good evening my dear. I am looking for the proprietor of this establishment one Damien Talbot. Can you direct me to him?"
The server, a tall almost amazonian woman named Holly nods, "Yes sir, he would be in the upstairs area. If you're a member they should let you right in. If you need anything else down here, let me know," She offers.
When/if he goes up, he sees Damien, already talking to Mi-Ha it appears.
The Salubri looks Jittery, the Kiasyd seems right in his element. Then again, it is his place.
Alyson felt empty inside. The fugue, however, provided a steady rhythm.
She got up, and headed to the shower. The water reminded her of her tears, and for a moment, she sat down and wished to cry again. But the music in her mind edged her on. There was so much to do...and summer nights were so short.
Getting out of the shower, her mind wanders for a bit longer: Justina was gone. Probably, so was Tony, maybe Richard if he came hoping to see her again. And a good number of others at the Veil that she came to like, on a casual, superficial basis. But God had a master plan, a reason. Things did not happen by chance. Not things of this magnitude. She would not roll over in self-pity.
Finding some resolve within her, Alyson fetches a pencil and a piece of paper, then starts writing down a to-do list in no particular order.
1.: Online shop for a grave wreath, and have it delivered to the widow. Should say: "From those who remain, in love - Charlie+Lawrence, Alyson+Fang"
2.: Call in sick at work. If we're even open.
3.: Check on Vivienne. Make sure she is fine!
4.: Check fake news about what supposedly happened at the Veil. Then check real news.
5.: Get - one- two proper guns. Tell Samuel to train with Bill.
6.: Contact Fang, get the guy named Grindhouse to train with me. Plead good Sheep need Claws to help the dogs fend off wolves
"Indeed I am a member. Thank you".
" Mi-Ha I am happy to see you once more. Since our parting I have been thinking of you and have a proposal to discuss with you.
But I am being rude to our host, Mr. Talbot. Arthur Carter, we were never formally introduced. It seems we will be working together.
A few questions, first, does your power always detect lies and second how well can you fight?"
Finding some resolve within her, Alyson fetches a pencil and a piece of paper, then starts writing down a to-do list in no particular order.
1.: Online shop for a grave wreath, and have it delivered to the widow. Should say: "From those who remain, in love - Charlie+Lawrence, Alyson+Fang"
While she won't know the results until they happen, the wonders of the online world, such a mystery to elders, give her an edge at getting some things done. She has several options, and her mentor mentioned a 'language of flowers' she can take into account. Yes, while that language has changed, the widow would appreciate the effort.
2.: Call in sick at work. If we're even open.
The automatic message lists that the place is closed until further notice. It...doesn't go into a lot of detail on what employees should do.
3.: Check on Vivienne. Make sure she is fine!
When she does call Vivienne, the answer is quick, "I was just about to call you, did you hear? Sabbat are so gauche. I am sorry for your friend, JJ was a worthy Toreador. But I'm afraid you have little time to grieve. You're required to head to the Fields of Nephilim"
4.: Check fake news about what supposedly happened at the Veil. Then check real news.
Fake news is all over the place, the shooting and damage is being blamed on terrorists or street gangs hopped up on drugs depending on the source. The Camarilla cover up isn't as certain on this.
The real news? well, her sire can tell her more it seems.
5.: Get- one-two proper guns. Tell Samuel to train with Bill.6.: Contact Fang, get the guy named Grindhouse to train with me. Plead good Sheep need Claws to help the dogs fend off wolves
On the to do list. But Sam, she knows will comply.
Marcus will take his morning feeding after he once more gives the camera cop his second dose of spiked tomato juice. Then Marcus will check to see if he has a way to contact Arthur thinking more help may be needed with T.H.
the poor guy with the camera dines and then races off to pee.
Man really cannot hold it for more than five minutes. He should see a doctor.
Gossip is buzzing about the murder at the Sorority House. Some are saying a bum came in and shot the place up. Others are saying that the bum was actually a hero who shot the original shooter and drove him off! Take back the night campaigns are being contemplated, others are pushing for a curfew, and parents are calling the admins demanding to know if their children are safe.
Oh, and the Sheriff shows up , "Professor Welby," Alicia Hunter says, "I need to speak to you, do you have a moment?"
Paolo dressed himself and did all his normal evening business, then checked on how the paperwork about the fire had progressed before calling Betty. They hadn't spoken since the fire; he should check in.
"I, thank you," Mi-Ha doesn't bother to deny jitters. what would be the point? "I don't know if I can afford your wares, though yes, you hear correctly. I was told to come here."
"While it is true, I do carry a number of items that can be quite pricey, but what you require is not overly rare unless there is something specific you had in mind." Damien says, reaching under the bar. "Here, you should find this to your liking." he adds, handing her a glass of willingly given blood.
"Nothing terribly fancy, and free of charge." he says with a smile.
"Indeed I am a member. Thank you".
" Mi-Ha I am happy to see you once more. Since our parting I have been thinking of you and have a proposal to discuss with you.
But I am being rude to our host, Mr. Talbot. Arthur Carter, we were never formally introduced. It seems we will be working together.
A few questions, first, does your power always detect lies and second how well can you fight?"
"Pleased to meet you, Arthur, and please call me Damien. Mr. Talbot sounds so damned formal."
Hearing Arthur's questions, Damien vacantly blinks a few times before answering, "It will detect lies spoken by a target that I am focused on...to the best of my knowledge, unerringly. As to how good am I in a fight? Fighting is not my strong suit, but I can manage should push come to shove. I assume this line of questioning has to do with the current Sabbat threat?"
Paolo dressed himself and did all his normal evening business, then checked on how the paperwork about the fire had progressed before calling Betty. They hadn't spoken since the fire; he should check in.
Betty answers in her raspy slurred voice "Friend Paolo. You are well I hope? Not near the Tattered Veil? Bad news yes? Terrible. And later tonight we to be Fields of the Nephilim. Not right away , of course. I... I am rambling."
While she won't know the results until they happen, the wonders of the online world, such a mystery to elders, give her an edge at getting some things done. She has several options, and her mentor mentioned a 'language of flowers' she can take into account. Yes, while that language has changed, the widow would appreciate the effort.
With some Google-Fu, Alyson settles for Agrimonia, with highlights of Campanula. The message was simple enough...thanks. The widow had granted her warning because she liked the song, freely. So it was a matter of common courtesy to express one's gratitude, considering it had saved Alyson from saying goodbye to more friends.
She finishes shopping online and has it delivered the next day.The automatic message lists that the place is closed until further notice. It...doesn't go into a lot of detail on what employees should do.
Oh well...I half-expected that. With what happened in the past nights, most places will be closed......Alyson strikes that part of her list through.
When she does call Vivienne, the answer is quick, "I was just about to call you, did you hear? Sabbat are so gauche. I am sorry for your friend, JJ was a worthy Toreador. But I'm afraid you have little time to grieve. You're required to head to the Fields of Nephilim"
"Gauche? They're scum. JJ was not only worthy, she was...always so nice to everybody.", Alyson would never talk back to Vivienne, but she felt she needed to elaborate on what her sire said, to do Justina justice. "I'm required? Why, what? The Fields of Nephilim? Is the place even open tonight? Snake Pit's closed...I had some things to do, was there a mention of when I should head there?"
Fake news is all over the place, the shooting and damage is being blamed on terrorists or street gangs hopped up on drugs depending on the source. The Camarilla cover up isn't as certain on this.
The real news? well, her sire can tell her more it seems.
Hm...typical...they will take a few days before revealing some theory on what happened. Probably a radical islamic mexican eco-terrorist or something like that. Lies, all of it.
Still on the line with Vivienne, Alyson speaks up again:"I heared a little from the Anarchs yesterday...just what happened, anyway?"5.: Get- one-two proper guns. Tell Samuel to train with Bill.6.: Contact Fang, get the guy named Grindhouse to train with me. Plead good Sheep need Claws to help the dogs fend off wolves
On the to do list. But Sam, she knows will comply.
Depending on how much time she has before heading to the Fields, Alyson will send a text to Bill ('Purely hypothetical, if I wanted to stop a Bear charging at me while I'm camping, what kind of legal-carry handgun and ammunition would I want?', then stop at a gun store and browse the goods, looking for something with the "Wrath-of-the-Almighty"-Edge to it. Something to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked.
While moving outside, from place to place, and eventually to the Veil, Alyson unconsciously tries to stay hidden from view, seeming to blend into shadows...
"While it is true, I do carry a number of items that can be quite pricey, but what you require is not overly rare unless there is something specific you had in mind." Damien says, reaching under the bar. "Here, you should find this to your liking." he adds, handing her a glass of willingly given blood."Nothing terribly fancy, and free of charge." he says with a smile.
"You're very kind, Damien," She takes the drink and tests it cautiously, then smiles as it clearly suits her needs, "Very kind."
" Mi-Ha I am happy to see you once more. Since our parting I have been thinking of you and have a proposal to discuss with you."oh, well, I'm open to listening," Mi-Ha says, "At a later time."
But I am being rude to our host, Mr. Talbot. Arthur Carter, we were never formally introduced. It seems we will be working together.
A few questions, first, does your power always detect lies and second how well can you fight?"
Hearing Arthur's questions, Damien vacantly blinks a few times before answering, "It will detect lies spoken by a target that I am focused on...to the best of my knowledge, unerringly. As to how good am I in a fight? Fighting is not my strong suit, but I can manage should push come to shove. I assume this line of questioning has to do with the current Sabbat threat?"Mi-Ha listens at this most curiously, but looks sorrowful at the mention of the Sabbat.
Betty answers in her raspy slurred voice "Friend Paolo. You are well I hope? Not near the Tattered Veil? Bad news yes? Terrible. And later tonight we to be Fields of the Nephilim. Not right away , of course. I... I am rambling."
Elysium tonight. Lovely. Like I don't have enough to do? But don't go and don't get any credit or the chance to earn boons...
"I'm just up. What happened, Betty?" Paolo said, gently. He wanted to scream, but it wasn't her fault that everything was gone so wild.
With some Google-Fu, Alyson settles for Agrimonia, with highlights of Campanula. The message was simple enough...thanks. The widow had granted her warning because she liked the song, freely. So it was a matter of common courtesy to express one's gratitude, considering it had saved Alyson from saying goodbye to more friends.
She finishes shopping online and has it delivered the next day.
"Gauche? They're scum. JJ was not only worthy, she was...always so nice to everybody.", Alyson would never talk back to Vivienne, but she felt she needed to elaborate on what her sire said, to do Justina justice. "I'm required? Why, what? The Fields of Nephilim? Is the place even open tonight? Snake Pit's closed...I had some things to do, was there a mention of when I should head there?"
"Of course, you're right. She was one of the most pleasant kindred about the city, tragic loss." Vivienne's perfect voice is full of sympathy for her childe "Required by the Prince dear. I think you have two hours or so if you need some lead time."
Still on the line with Vivienne, Alyson speaks up again:"I heared a little from the Anarchs yesterday...just what happened, anyway?"
"The anarchs happened," A delicate snort, "Or rather didn't happen. Normally they are the ones who end up tussling with the Sabbat, isntead they left the city to its own devices. More law abiding citizens and their ghouls had to take up the slack. Shovelheads everywhere apparently most from that Lakeside incident. They shot up poor JJ and her Elysium but that was hardly their only target. well, actually those may have been the experience Sabbat that did that... I heard a bit, but then the music inside me ... you know how it is."
Depending on how much time she has before heading to the Fields, Alyson will send a text to Bill ('Purely hypothetical, if I wanted to stop a Bear charging at me while I'm camping, what kind of legal-carry handgun and ammunition would I want?', then stop at a gun store and browse the goods, looking for something with the "Wrath-of-the-Almighty"-Edge to it. Something to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked.
('Take away its credit card. Uhm no, seriously you prob want a Glock or Desert Eagle. ')
Elysium tonight. Lovely. Like I don't have enough to do? But don't go and don't get any credit or the chance to earn boons...
"I'm just up. What happened, Betty?" Paolo said, gently. He wanted to scream, but it wasn't her fault that everything was gone so wild.
'Tattered Veil shot up. Bad. JJ? Dead. Many Sabbat. So in two hours maybe we go to Fields. Not much choice. So do what you got to do in 2 hours and get there? Can bail but do not recommend it.'
'Tattered Veil shot up. Bad. JJ? Dead. Many Sabbat. So in two hours maybe we go to Fields. Not much choice. So do what you got to do in 2 hours and get there? Can bail but do not recommend it.'
Paolo sat silent for a moment, thinking through the implications. This didn't sound like a raid anymore. Elysium. Short notice. No time to feed, damn it.
"We'll go. I need to rent a car and deal with some discreet business first. Would you like for me to come back for you? I should have time and I'd hate to make you wait outside." A quick explanation and more coffee with vitae should do it. Then they would believe anything and Paolo could send Contessa somewhere useful. She was safe with the third drink, at least so far as he was concerned.
Paolo sat silent for a moment, thinking through the implications. This didn't sound like a raid anymore. Elysium. Short notice. No time to feed, damn it."We'll go. I need to rent a car and deal with some discreet business first. Would you like for me to come back for you? I should have time and I'd hate to make you wait outside." A quick explanation and more coffee with vitae should do it. Then they would believe anything and Paolo could send Contessa somewhere useful. She was safe with the third drink, at least so far as he was concerned.
"No need. I can make it unseen by then, give me time to hunt," Betty assures, "You watch butt though."