[Ooc]Perception+Alertness DC
Arthur raises an eyebrow but moves along a different tangent for now speaking to the Asian woman, "Yes but are you one of the original mythical seven Salubri or one of the vengeful creatures the Sabbat managed to dig out of some long forgotten crypt dearest?"
He turns back to Hank, "Hank, I think you will find yourself glad the the Prince does not let you go, for the sake of those you love especially.
Prince, is it prudent to have your female subjects each whisper this very statement to Hank for him to perhaps make an attempt at identifying the perpetrator? 'Sniff out Shadows' an interesting turn of phrase..."
Hearing the voices, Damien does his best to block it out until the reveal of a Salubri in their presence. Interesting...I do not believe I have any of that stock in my collection...
Turning his attention back to Hank and those questioning him, Damien reports. "So far all he has said is true...at least as far as he knows anyway.
The Salubri blinks and holds very still as she hears the voice, "Okay. Okay. I forgive you."
Arthur raises an eyebrow but moves along a different tangent for now speaking to the Asian woman, "Yes but are you one of the original mythical seven Salubri or one of the vengeful creatures the Sabbat managed to dig out of some long forgotten crypt dearest?"
"I am not with the Sabbat," Arthur gets a three eyed glare. That third eye dims and closes though shortly after.
He turns back to Hank, "Hank, I think you will find yourself glad the the Prince does not let you go, for the sake of those you love especially.
Hank's fangs elongate, "Are you threatening my...If you touch one hair on her head."
A clawed hand, the Sheriff's comes down upon Hank's shoulder, but does not pierce flesh even tough it does cut through his shirt, "Curb your beast. If you attack anyone here, I will cut you down."
Prince, is it prudent to have your female subjects each whisper this very statement to Hank for him to perhaps make an attempt at identifying the perpetrator? 'Sniff out Shadows' an interesting turn of phrase..."[/b]
JJ frowns, "Why that's not insulting at all."
Tolya, her sire, agrees, "My Prince, it has been kind of you to indulge these neonates, but it's beneath our clan to do such community theatre."
"I'm amused, I'll do it," Maddie says,"This barefoot fella tickles me. Reminds me of old times when shoes were optional."
Turning his attention back to Hank and those questioning him, Damien reports. "So far all he has said is true...at least as far as he knows anyway.
"How useful Kiasyd are," The Prince says with a smile, then turns to every female Kindred here, "Think of it as a party game, ladies," The Prince says, "I myself will do so…I am aware some of my clan are a bit scattered, poor dears. So I myself would be a suspect if I was the three faces of eve type. "
One by one, The Prince herself first, the various female kindred repeat the line, "'You're going to sniff out shadows. Welcome to the longest night of your life'."
Hank shudders. More than once but shakes his head, "Some sound close but, I couldn't just point at anyone. I'm still confused … I didn't even know you things were real."
"Choose your words more carefully, young man," Mr. Vance advises, "You are a 'thing' yourself by that standard."
"Sorry," Hank says, "Just don't hurt her."
how... interesting. Well if nothing else this had been a night of revelations. Prince, was there any other thing you wished to convey or do this eve? Something else we might assist you with?
"Are we impatient, Mr. Welby?" The Prince inquries, "Or just eager to serve? There other matters to attend to. Mr. Rockwell's fate among them. Now frankly, I'm not sure why we're even keeping this trash alive," She sighs, "There's nothing unique about thin blooded cast offs. They're rather bland. But if anyone wishes to plead his case for one reason or another? Now would be a good time. And… of course, We have these three folks, one of them a Salubri no less, who want permission to set up havens in Perle Perdu."
"Eurodra, you can't seriously want one those soulsuckers in this city?" Maddie says, "Think of the property values."
"Oh now, I was already going to let the free gargoyle in," The prince gestures to the stoney new comer, "Not like the tremere wouldn't be upset anyway. But first, the Caitiff," She looks around, "Does anyone want to speak up for Hank's continued existence? I can't stand Caitiff myself, but I recognize there are people who likes spiders as pets so ... I will consider."
As Toyla states Neonates, "Neonates? Ah indeed, yes that is just what I am a Neonate... Forgive my ignorance great Lady of the Clan of the Rose, we Neonates are only trying to be helpful that we can win a place in this city and prove to you our value". To Maddie, Arthur smiles and gives a slight bow at her acknowledgement to his presence.
Arthur considers the Caitiff, stand up and speaks out, "In my own brief studies in the Long Night I have come across many, many passages which have a different take on Caitiff altogether. In unusual circumstances, Caitiff can display powers of the Blood heretofore never seen before.
Take Daughters of Cacophony for example, there is just as much evidence to suggest that they are an offshoot of a Caitiff than they are an offshoot of Clan Toreador. That is to say there is little evidence of either being true thus either could be plausible.
If Mr. Rockwell, who possess if nothing else at lest a strong name and perhaps ample genitalia as Fang has so eloquently stated is one of these Caitiffs and who knows with all of the odd Bloodlines running about he could well be, a Caitiff that displays such an unusual ability than you would have destroyed a "snowflake" amongst our kind and never known it. Is it not better to give him a chance to exist and display such powers?
You can always kill him later if he displays no unique talent in which case you have lost nothing.
And let me assure you Mr. Rockwell, no one here has any intention of hurting the ones you love, why we barely care about you at all why should we concern ourselves with your offal?" Once he is done making his point, he once again takes his seat.
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one might say impatient to serve Prince. While I myself care less for this fellow, diversity and welcoming to the less fortunate could be seen as merciful. Perhaps some elder in the city who has wanted a childer but not been given right to create might adopt this fellow officially into their clan. It might be seen then as an opportunity instead of a mistake or a sad and depressing start to a new world centered on gems of diversity. No need to tarnish that with a tawdry death, is there?
Alyson approaches the Caitiff as well, looking at him with a mixture of pity and disgust:"You're going to sniff out shadows. Welcome to the longest night of your life."
Looking at the Sheriff for a moment before casting down her eyes, Alyson inquires: "Was he found at the same place that he remembers being attacked? Or was he moved?", acknowledging the answer before returning to her seat.
When Arthur talks about the Daughters of Cacophony, Alyson stands up and shouts back, clearly angry about the comparison:"We are NOT Caitiff! Wether our Origin lies with the Bloodlines of Malkav, Toreador, or Ventrue, we are not...bland trash!"
Utilizing her anger to fuel her courage, she continues to speak, pointing at Hank:"He, or he and his Sire. At least one existance must be ended, or we'll soon have people breaking the traditions left and right. 'Thou shall only Sire another with the permission of thine Elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder’s leave, both thou and thy Progeny shall be slain.', thats the rule, and our Prince already offered a punishment much kinder that the perpetrator of this act has refused, by not speaking up. I may want children myself, someday, but I intend to earn the right...and each of his kind lessens that chance. He already was murdered and abandoned, I say we release him from his cursed existance and let him pass into the realm of God before he does something that will forever close the Path to Heaven for him!"
I have killed in hunger. I wander among the lost, in the footsteps of Caine and Lilith. I may never know paradise. And I am doing him a favor he will never understand. Can never repay. Pray for me when you are delivered into his unending mercy, Hank, that I may someday absolve my sins enough to know his love again.
Paolo sat in silence, considering. First this rogue embrace at the Argo then the woman running from the Nazis. Entirely too much was happening near his home without his knowledge. And that recitation was hardly reassuring.
"And what did you mean to do with this fledgling of yours? Why him?" he asked the Salubri. And why there? But asking that would betray too much.
Paolo dismissed the Salubri with barely a glance. A problem for another time. Saints, murderers, murderous saints, it all ran together. He'd heard quite enough, secondhand, from Father about what kindred thought of the Lasombra.
The caitiff... Is he the gun pointed at my head?"
"What did you for these past nights? Did you see your girlfriend? She wouldn't like to be mixed up in this." Paolo said. "Tell me her name and I'll be sure she's safe."
Or kill her, if I have to. But if he put her on the radar for whoever wants to hunt shadows, then she might be a next step or end up as some other tool. Best to know. Paolo didn't really want to, but threats to his life could not be tolerated. Now if he could turn her into his tool...
A girl who lives nearby, but not too near. Young. I could use a personal assistant.
Using Charisma plus Leadership or etiquette for most, but manipulation plus subterfuge for our Lasombra.
Also DCs set by the biases of Prince and realities of the situation.
Arthur, must roll DC 7 as he's not saying anything folks want to hear about those scumball Caitiff
(2 sux)
Marcus , DC 8 (As no one wants to raise a caitiff and be possibly blamed for its scewups). No specialty listed so none this roll.
(0 Sux due to hard target)
Alyson, DC 5, (As while their reasons vary most of them will want the caitiff removed and she has the traditions on her side). I do not think specialty applies
(2 Sux)
Paolo, DC 6 for his manipulation plus subterfuge to learn about the girl
(And a waste of a damn good roll ;) )
Maddie chuckles.
Arthur considers the Caitiff, stand up and speaks out, "In my own brief studies in the Long Night I have come across many, many passages which have a different take on Caitiff altogether. In unusual circumstances, Caitiff can display powers of the Blood heretofore never seen before.
The Prince raises a brow at that, but clearly she's listening.
Take Daughters of Cacophony for example, there is just as much evidence to suggest that they are an offshoot of a Caitiff than they are an offshoot of Clan Toreador. That is to say there is little evidence of either being true thus either could be plausible.
The woman in widow garb, who has not spoken much at all (Though she did submit to the test), tilts her head at this. Her veiled eyes raptly curious.
If Mr. Rockwell, who possess if nothing else at lest a strong name and perhaps ample genitalia as Fang has so eloquently stated is one of these Caitiffs and who knows with all of the odd Bloodlines running about he could well be, a Caitiff that displays such an unusual ability than you would have destroyed a "snowflake" amongst our kind and never known it. Is it not better to give him a chance to exist and display such powers?
Hank blinks at this, "Are you…guys discussing my?..."
Fang breaks out into laughter. The fellow of the three newcomers chuckles. Some of the ladies look distastefully at this.The prince paces, clearly not sure.
Northcliff is, "It's a caitiff, and it takes up valuable space. To act like a thin blood will somehow spontaneously be of worth would be laughable if it were not so insulting."
You can always kill him later if he displays no unique talent in which case you have lost nothing.
And let me assure you Mr. Rockwell, no one here has any intention of hurting the ones you love, why we barely care about you at all why should we concern ourselves with your offal?" Once he is done making his point, he once again takes his seat.
"Gee, thanks?" Hank mutters.
one might say impatient to serve Prince. While I myself care less for this fellow, diversity and welcoming to the less fortunate could be seen as merciful. Perhaps some elder in the city who has wanted a childer but not been given right to create might adopt this fellow officially into their clan. It might be seen then as an opportunity instead of a mistake or a sad and depressing start to a new world centered on gems of diversity. No need to tarnish that with a tawdry death, is there?
"You are, like your sire, a gentleman, Mr. Welby," The Prince says, "I am not yet swayed but, does anyone here among the established clans wish to take this fellow in?"
"The gargoyle at least has a common burden with my clan," The Nosferatu Primogen Northcliff waves away any idea of same."Regretfully, no," Mr. Vance says, "Sorry, lad."
Both harpies shake their heads at this. Who wants a Caitiff even in lieu, especially in lieu of a their own childer? Perhaps they are too stingy or just can't get around the stigma associated.
Indeed, no one appears to be volunteering.
"I wondered," The Prince said.
"I'd take him," Fang said, "Poor basstard could use a chance."
"I am not going to let the anarchs 'raise' him, no," The Prince frowns.
Looking at the Sheriff for a moment before casting down her eyes, Alyson inquires: "Was he found at the same place that he remembers being attacked? Or was he moved?", acknowledging the answer before returning to her seat.
"He was wandering in hunger, sucking down a stray cat" The Sheriff answered, "Not too far."
"Sure he's not one of yours, Northcliff?" Tolya inquires of the Nosferatu.If looks could torpor, she'd be out cold now.
When Arthur talks about the Daughters of Cacophony, Alyson stands up and shouts back, clearly angry about the comparison:"We are NOT Caitiff! Wether our Origin lies with the Bloodlines of Malkav, Toreador, or Ventrue, we are not...bland trash!"
A brief burst of awe flares out, and the Keeper of the Elysium tenses, ready to strike her down if she should be more aggressive, but no…her outrage does not go down that path.
Utilizing her anger to fuel her courage, she continues to speak, pointing at Hank:"He, or he and his Sire. At least one existence must be ended, or we'll soon have people breaking the traditions left and right. 'Thou shall only Sire another with the permission of thine Elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder’s leave, both thou and thy Progeny shall be slain.', thats the rule, and our Prince already offered a punishment much kinder that the perpetrator of this act has refused, by not speaking up. I may want children myself, someday, but I intend to earn the right...and each of his kind lessens that chance. He already was murdered and abandoned, I say we release him from his cursed existance and let him pass into the realm of God before he does something that will forever close the Path to Heaven for him!"
Fang mutters, "Geezus, the songbird is cold."
Some of the older kindred however nod. And Northcliff of all people tilts his head and looks…impressed.The man in the tasseled jacket and homburg hat breaks into a single laugh.
"You're all crazy…" Hank gulps.
Mr. Harlow, the Keeper of the Elysium now speaks, "I remind everyone this is Elysium, and some things are not done here lightly."
Paolo dismissed the Salubri with barely a glance. A problem for another time. Saints, murderers, murderous saints, it all ran together. He'd heard quite enough, secondhand, from Father about what kindred thought of the Lasombra.
The caitiff... Is he the gun pointed at my head?"
"What did you for these past nights? Did you see your girlfriend? She wouldn't like to be mixed up in this." Paolo said. "Tell me her name and I'll be sure she's safe."
The Prince looks between those suggesting things, chiefly between Arthur and Alyson "What you say intrigues even if I have my doubts, Mr. Carter. I am tempted to let you have him to see if you can somehow stumble upon evidence in the field of this Caitiff gift for adaptation into a new bloodline you claim. However, unless you or someone else wishes to take full responsibility for him and go to the back of the line for ever gaining a right to embrace yourself, I shall simply have to have him destroyed. Out of deference to Mr. Welby, who is right about it being somewhat tawdry, I'll have it down outside the Elysium so not to make a scene."
At that, Hank eyes widen, "Wait, I...no. I..."
"Mr. Harlow?" the prince says "Would you please put him back into the same way he was brought in?"
The rest is a blur, Dane Harlow streaks towards the fallen stake, smoothly moves towards the Caitiff, and stakes him anew. The poor bastard never saw it coming to him.
Of course, the True Brujah can feel the celerity as it is active.
"Done." Dane says,"Thank you for holding him fast, Sheriff." He adds.
A grunt and a nod from the Sheriff.
The Prince gives a moment for anyone to volunteer to saddle themselves with training a Caitiff and worse be responsible for his mistakes.
And then...
"Now, does anyone object to a Salubri in our midst?" Delighted it's clear the Prince is all for it. "Will the Promogen here vote?"
"Clan Nosferatu says no, burn the caitiff, cast the Salubri into the wilderness outside the domain, and let our own kindred thrive."Northcliff says.
The widowed woman finally reveals her clan, "Clan Malkavian has had such...such trying times. I...will yield to the prince's choice in this."
"Clan Ventrue agrees to this. If the girl was trying to trick us before, her odds of doing so have evaporated thanks to her outburst. She'll have to follow traditions." Mr. Vance says firmly, "I also am sure Clan Tremere will not be amused when its new Regent arrives."
Tolya scowls. She maybe a harpy, but she is not a Primogen.
And no others claiming that title are present.
"Well, that's a tie, i shall break it. You may remain dear girl," the Prince says, "After all, the Tremere do not rule this city. I do. What is your name, dear pearl?"
"Mi-Hi," She answers, relieved, "Thank you, Prince. Thank you."
The widow speaks again, "Clan Malkavian votes for admitting the Salubri."
The harpies don't bother to hold back an eye roll.
Fang makes a jerkoff motion when he thinks others aren't looking.
"And you , dear lady?" The Prince says to the Gargoyle.
"Betty," The member of the former slave bloodline answers, "I don't know if that's my real name or not. I don't remember much before I was this. I seek a haven, and offer work. But not as a slave. Never."
"Of course not dear," the Prince says, "More and more of your kind are being recognized as the useful members of society you are. I will admit, that does mean you're less..rare, than I like. A vote?"
This time, the Malkavian primogen frowns, "Clan Malkavian votes no."
The prince nods, "Clan Nosferatu?"
"Fine, this one I can at least show some sympathy with." Northcliff says.
Mr. Vance does not bother to hold his surprise, "We are adding fuel to the fire for Tremere outrage, but... perhaps this is a minor drop compared to what was already done. And yes, as before I say yes."
"Betty, you are now accepted," The Prince tells her gently, "But we really must get you some nicer clothes sometime."
Lastly she turns to the other, "And you are?"
The fellow in the tassled jacket steps up, "Damascus Lethe, great prince. Of the once powerful clan Ravnos, now quite rare I assure you."
"Very well, remove your hat before I remove your head, you're indoors, sir." The Prince smiles WIDE, too wide.
Lethe complies, "How shameful of me, clearly the Camarilla will teach me much as civilized clans behave."
"mmm.." The prince purses her lips, "Better to have you where we know you are I suppose."
"I must concur," Mr. Vance says, frowning, "I bear the Ravnos no love, but we don' want him unsupervised in the country side."
"He's a Ravnos. He'll rob us blind, or worse," Northcliff replies.
"Clan Malkavian agrees with the Prince." The Widow says.
"Of course it does," Northcliff almost gnashes his fangs.
"Yay new blood all around," the Prince says, then smiles, "And mr. lethe? Break any part of the traditions and I will declare a blood hunt upon you and let someone here do to you what your clan did to yourselves, you understand me?"
the Ravnos bows, "I understand, my Prince, and see now that the Traditions are indeed what you value most. I will abide by them."
Fang mutters, "Geezus, the songbird is cold."
"I...I'm not cold. We are all marked with the curse of the first murderer. We know God is real, I am only trying to help him...before he does something that forever casts his undying soul into the depths of hell once his un-life ends.", Alyson defends herself.
She takes note of the man laughing at her. Yeah, laugh at me. You will probably burn in hell along with me, and then I'll laugh at you because I saw it coming.
When the Lasombra suggest to, ultimately, 'take care' of the mans girlfriend, Alyson remembers the scene from the classic 'Pulp Fiction'. Unsure about their intentions, she opts to remain silent.
In fact, her previous outburst was...well, if she were alive, it would have been an adrenaline rush, but after the excitement of speaking publicly, as well as the pleasant surprise of seeing some elders actually agree with her, receded, Alyson silently watched the initiation of the 3 new arrivals, visibly relieved when the Salubri is allowed to stay.
Arthur turns to Northcliff, "The Sabbat has created an entire Clan out of the Caitiff, the Panders, I assure you that they do spontaneously develop powers as have the Caitiff before them. Mutations occur in nature and while we are oddities we are a part of nature. The only Hunters of the most populace species on the planet, the superpredator of Man.
While you are certainly a powerful and respected figure in this community Primogen and have your own unique talents, I think we can both agree that my studies of our kind far surpass your own as I have dedicated all of my unlife to them, except when circumstances have forced me away from such.
Now, do I believe that the Camarilla should emulate the Sabbat? Certainly not. However, that does not mean that the Clanless should be discounted in their entirety merely because of what they are. This is called prejudice and even the Mortals have begun to overcome prejudice, this city is on the forefront of overcoming such prejudices, the invitation of such Bloodline oddities is proof of that. Of course your own objections to such progressiveness is apparent.
In fact outside of the Sabbat, Caitiff are rarities simply because they are almost always destroyed upon discovery".
Arthur turns to Alyson, "Young Lady, you must learn to keep your emotions in check. The Daughters clearly are not Caitiff but they are not members of another Clan either nor is there definitive proof of where they, your, kind originated from. That is the point I am making".
"God? There is as much proof that we are the result of a curse from God as there is that your Clan are descended from the Toreador, that is to say, there is none. Murder? Does the lion concern itself with the lamb? Since when do our kind commit murder? We are beyond morality. Killing for its own sake is wrong unless it avails us something but when we feed, never is it murder, it is dinner.
On the other hand, your appeal to the Traditions is sound logic, inescapable. I suppose I could make an argument against them but that debate should be shelved for another time".
Arthur turns back to the Prince, "If you wish me to conduct such an experiment my Prince, I shall of course oblige you, it is your right as Prince to assign tasks of your subjects as you would see conducted. However, I am a scholar, not a wet nurse and while I have no desire to Sire a Childe of my own, I have less desire to adopt one no matter their origins".
Arthur turns to Mi Hi whom he is seated next to and whispers, "Congratulations on being accepted as a member of this community. My dear, would you mind indulging me in conversation when this meeting is over?"
Arthur has no reaction at all to the acceptance of the Gargoyle or the Ravnos.
Alyson stares at Arthur in utter disbelief: "And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand, when thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth. And Cain said unto the Lord, My punishment is greater than I can bear. Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth, and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me. And the Lord said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the Lord set a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him. And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden." - We as a species claim descendance from Caine, the Third Mortal and First Vampire. The founders are Antediluvians..."before the flood". Yet you mean to deny the existance of God? There are those among our kind that already lived at the same time as his prophets and apostles...how could you call yourself a scholar and deny the existance of the almighty? You know the supernatural exists. We are part of it. I...can't even. Not finding any more words, Alyson sits back in her chair.
"Indeed I do know though perhaps we can at a later date have this discussion , yes? I an sure all assembled have better things to do than listen to us pursue further discourse on this, or any other, subject matter".
Paolo noted the name: Contessa Anna Amato. He would have to look in his files to see which house the Amatos owned. Losing track of everyone inside was a hazard of a successful development. A woman that young wouldn't have bought the house herself, so her family might have use to him as well.
"I assure you Contessa is in good hands," Paolo told Hank. He then fell silent at the Prince gave others the chance to claim the caitiff.
He marked the names of the new arrivals and their clans with some interest. They would need much in the nights to come. Now may be a good time to place them in his debt.
"And welcome to you all," Paolo said. "Please let me know if I can be of any help to you in establishing yourselves here."
Arthur turns to Northcliff, "The Sabbat has created an entire Clan out of the Caitiff, the Panders, I assure you that they do spontaneously develop powers as have the Caitiff before them. Mutations occur in nature and while we are oddities we are a part of nature. The only Hunters of the most populace species on the planet, the superpredator of Man.
While you are certainly a powerful and respected figure in this community Primogen and have your own unique talents, I think we can both agree that my studies of our kind far surpass your own as I have dedicated all of my unlife to them, except when circumstances have forced me away from such.
Now, do I believe that the Camarilla should emulate the Sabbat? Certainly not. However, that does not mean that the Clanless should be discounted in their entirety merely because of what they are. This is called prejudice and even the Mortals have begun to overcome prejudice, this city is on the forefront of overcoming such prejudices, the invitation of such Bloodline oddities is proof of that. Of course your own objections to such progressiveness is apparent.
In fact outside of the Sabbat, Caitiff are rarities simply because they are almost always destroyed upon discovery".
Northcliff's inhuman eyes narrow at Arthur's comments, "You should realize as such a scholar that unlike mortal 'prejudice' our differences are grounded in things beyond mere cosmetics among the Kindred. As a Nosferatu, I can assure you, our curse traits have us world apart from , say, the toreador. This goes beyond our culture . It is rivers of blood from that source. As a Predator myself, I have every reason to discourage yet more rivalries. 7 Clans are more than enough."
"If you wish me to conduct such an experiment my Prince, I shall of course oblige you, it is your right as Prince to assign tasks of your subjects as you would see conducted. However, I am a scholar, not a wet nurse and while I have no desire to Sire a Childe of my own, I have less desire to adopt one no matter their origins".
The Prince considers this offer, then "No no, let's not. I can think of other more immediate uses for your gifts, Mr. Carter."
Arthur turns to Mi Hi whom he is seated next to and whispers, "Congratulations on being accepted as a member of this community. My dear, would you mind indulging me in conversation when this meeting is over?"
The Salubri looks at him nervously, then "If you like." she is still clearly on guard, as she should be for some here eye her as if expecting her to drain a soul right in front of them.
The debate between Alyson and Arthur catches the attention of many, but whether the two are gaining or losing points from the harpies views or not is hard to see. A few kindred look uncomfortable at mention of god, but just as many seem to find the comparison of mortals as merely dinner slightly jarring. This is the Camarilla, after all, and the road to humanity reigns supreme even if it is a shaky hold for the elders.
"And welcome to you all," Paolo said. "Please let me know if I can be of any help to you in establishing yourselves here."
"Too kind,"Lethe says, twirling his hat with a finger.
Betty, the Gargoyle, considers, "I am looking for work if you can pay fairly. Maybe a place I can use as a haven, and guard? For a while?" a look around, "No blood bond, no slavery. Just fair trade with any of you."
The Prince says, "I believe that that is our business for tonnight. However, to aid the sheriff in finding whoever did this embrace, I will assign her some hounds in the near future. Those of you who I pick will be hearing more from me. Is there anything else anyone else wishes to bring forward at this time before we close up?"
"Too kind,"Lethe says, twirling his hate with a finger.
Betty, the Gargoyle, considers, "I am looking for work if you can pay fairly. Maybe a place I can use as a haven, and guard? For a while?" a look around, "No blood bond, no slavery. Just fair trade with any of you."
Paolo smiled, reassuring. A haven? There are still vacant houses... For now, an extra kindred or two nearby might prove helpful. Not too close, though. "I didn't even think it," he told Betty.
Paolo broke off respectfully as the Prince spoke again. He remained silent when she called for new business.
When all was settled, Paolo rose and went straight for the new arrivals with his warmest smile. "Welcome again. You all need havens and maybe some other things. Let's go to my car and we can discuss the details. No tricks, no blood, just a fair trade." He took care not to look Betty in the eye. Odds were she knew all about that.
Temporary havens are easy. The guard... Paolo hadn't the first idea where to find a reliable guard. He couldn't make a ghoul in one night and wanted one for himself before he considered giving one away.
"Very well my Prince, simply let me know and I will bend my talents to that which you require of me".
Arthur remains silent as the Prince asks for further business. His attention turned to Mi Hi, Arthur hopes no one else has any further business.
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Marcus stands and bows a nod to the Prince at the concluded business and unless anyone has anything for him, he will depart. He will use a taxi company and switch inside the company itself the first time, then at the airport switch again, and finally leave the taxi into someones random single occupant vehicle for the third switch to find his way home.
Alyson remained silent. She did not have much of a desire to discuss any topics with the weird shoeless man, much less alone, or without Elysium to keep her save.
When the prince calls for anything more being brought forward, she glances at Fang, the Primogens, and the Harpies in turn expecting any of them to speak up or comment, casting down her eyes in submission and silence if either of the latter return the gaze. Northcliff had spoken true, their kind was a predatory one. They had a rather elaborate society, but they were predatory all the same, and hierarchy was very important. It would not do to antagonize those most experienced and skilled at all of this.
Just like in school...try to befriend the leaders, befriend the bullies, and your life gets that much easier for it...
That, and she had learned to show respect to her elders from a young age-
When the prince announces she would assign some hounds, Alyson is relieved. She was not exactly hound material, so she fully expected to get passed on for that duty, blending out a whispered ...but she's a Malkavian... in the back of her mind.
In better spirits, she turns to JJ:"So, that didn't take THAT long after all...should still be a couple hours left to enjoy the night - and maybe have a 'drink' at the Veil together? - But give me a second to apologize to the Salubri...I'll be right back!"
Seeing the shoeless man approach Mi-Hi, and starting to talk to her, Alyson sighed. Here goes nothing.
Crossing over to her as well, Alyson handed her a strip of paper:"Again, I'm genuinely sorry...I thought it was you, I didn't stop to think there might be another reason you could be afraid of the Tremere. I'll make it up to you if I can...here's my number, if you need anything, help getting settled in or a tour of the area, give me a call, ok?"
Avoiding eye contact with Arthur, she then retreats from the two.
The further business turns out to be little of import, and mercifully quick. Fang proposes Pantsless Tuesdays at all Elysiums, and the idea is shot down. Mr. Vance brings up the city's slowly restoring networth and some economic summaries that probably bore any not into such things. Northcliff mentions new endeavors into public transit are gaining traction, but slowly.
And then it is done, the Prince declares it so, "Sheriff, place Hank on the roof to kiss the sun. No one wants him. We are done here for the night. To any remaining, I leave you to Mr. Harlow's authority as Keeper of this Elysium." a glance to Damien, "Mr. Talbot, your blood's gift has been especially useful this night." and things break down quickly into smaller and smaller discussions.
Northcliff leaves and no one is sure how he left. There doesn't appear to be an obvious sewer grate or the like.
The harpies go off to tally, in their own twisted way, who has gained and lost tonight.
Others simply leave as they came on their own.
When all was settled, Paolo rose and went straight for the new arrivals with his warmest smile. "Welcome again. You all need havens and maybe some other things. Let's go to my car and we can discuss the details. No tricks, no blood, just a fair trade." He took care not to look Betty in the eye. Odds were she knew all about that.
Damascus Lethe, the Ravnos, grins, "I'll find one of my own, but thanks for the offer."
"I have one," Mi-Hi says politely.
It would appear of three newly welcomed tonight, only Betty is sure to take him on his offer. She slips a hoodie on and does her best to conseal her masquerade breaching features.
And the younger Lasombra Antitribu learns that her stony features make it harder for her to speak in complex and proper sentences "I go with you then. Guard place for you good if you need. Want to gain...prestation from others." She bites at the words.She's not bothering to hide some ambition.
Whether that's admirable of foolish is hard to say.
Marcus has no need of politics (yet) and is happy to depart. He spoke his mind about the Caitiff, and has taken the measure of some of the elders here and gotten to see the oddities of the newer blood in not just their nature but their behavior.
In better spirits, she turns to JJ:"So, that didn't take THAT long after all...should still be a couple hours left to enjoy the night - and maybe have a 'drink' at the Veil together? - But give me a second to apologize to the Salubri...I'll be right back!"
JJ shrugs, "Except for the Caitiff ,it looks like all it was was a 'getting to know you party' though whoever made the guy just earned a rather nasty hunt. I almost feel sorry for the poor b!&@!. The Prince is looking for excuses to bring new blood of her her choosing in, and if it's someone established and they did this? You can bet she'll be happy to 'make room' Another Shrug from the Toreador "Don't keep me waiting too long."
It turns out Mi-Hi is in higher demand than she expected, and not just from the Prince.
Arthur and Alyson both approach her, but it is Alyson who speaks first.
Crossing over to her as well, Alyson handed her a strip of paper:"Again, I'm genuinely sorry...I thought it was you, I didn't stop to think there might be another reason you could be afraid of the Tremere. I'll make it up to you if I can...here's my number, if you need anything, help getting settled in or a tour of the area, give me a call, ok?"
Avoiding eye contact with Arthur, she then retreats from the two.
She takes the strip of paper and glances at it, "Ah, thank you? I..." A slight frown, "You really scared me, but I suppose if the scariest thing I face in this existence is a strange voice yelling then I am more fortunate than many of my kind. You seem a ..." Mi-Hi tries to find the best way to word things, "A sincere woman, and meant Hank well, but I would have hoped he might find Golcanda. It's a rare state of being for one of us, but possible."
Then she turns to Arthur, not dismissing Alyson, but just trying to include folks as she can't afford to make enemies more than she has, "And you wanted to speak to me about?"
The Ravnos, rather than leaving, hangs about not too far away.
... he will depart. He will use a taxi company and switch inside the company itself the first time, then at the airport switch again, and finally leave the taxi into someones random single occupant vehicle for the third switch to find his way home.
Midnight Taxi Cabs is happy to work late hours and Marcus enjoys a rather quiet no nonsense ride to the airport. At the airport, he takes a moment, makes his switch, and travels a different company's cab, Sunshine Cabs. From one extreme to another it seems.
The biggest challenge in the second part of his ride is the man is chatty, "I am telling you, I am coming to this country from my Nigeria. I think it so modern, and then I run into Little Carriebean neighborhood. My boss thinks just because many in that neighborhood are black I somehow know the area , right? Like an islander from Haiti and a Nigerian are the same thing. Crazy. But what can I do? But I swear I have seen things there, especially on the late shift. I saw a guy cut the head off a chicken, in the street! They aren't just doing that voodoo stuff for the tourists."
unless stopped, his conversation will turn to the weather, the upcoming eclipse which is still some time away, how he doesn't understand some music these days, and how he's got his doubts about the latest star trek news.
Then there comes the last part, picking up a single driver. He sees a disheveled looking older man getting into a pick up, the fellow might be about 60 years old, flannel shirt, trucker hat, but he is alone.
Paolo might have stayed longer at the Elysium, but his sire had given him a significant look, and then departed. It wasn't hard to translate the look. Gaetano would talk to him soon, but later. Obviously the comment on shadows being sniffed out wasn't lost on him either.
And there is Contessa, a potential ghoul a rather desperate Caitiff had practically handed him on a platter.. provided no one beat him to her.
Betty, for her part, at least too precautions in trying to hide her features, but was still a walking masquerade breach if anyone gave close scrutiny. Because of this, and because she knew this, he was able to order her into the back seat to lay down if he liked.
And they could have a conversation in more detail.
Betty had mentioned earning debts from other Kindred, and despite her slurred words and misplaced grammar, seemed bright enough
and now freed of her fear of tremere hunting for her now, she shares opinions.
"Prince is powerful, but not liked I think. You notice?"
Damien gets back into his car. He's sure at least one Harpy was bad mouthing him, but the good news is, the Prince had praised his aid at finding out the Caitiff had spoken the truth. Not that Rockwell had been particularly skilled at lying in the first place, but the point is he had gained some measure of status, however small, for that.
And that might force even Tolya to back up a bit.
Traffic was lighter now, and the club not too far away. He drove for a bout five minutes when a voice from the driver's seat spoke up.
"I'm worried for you, Damien." The southern drawl with aristocratic overtones was impossible to miss, as was the the woman in his passenger seat he hadn't even noticed until she 'appeared'.
It was the Prince herself, "Someone out there is sniffing out shadows, and as we both know, it's not just the Lasombra who work in those, mm?"
Arthur nods to Alyson but says nothing further to her.
To Mi-Hi he nods, "Come, let us get some fresh air and speak".
Taking note of his now clean shoes he shrugs places them back on and walks into the night air with the Salubri.
"I am Arthur Carter of Clan Brujah. Despite my short unlife I have gone places and done things few of our kind have ever dreamed possible. Met beings whose very existence is only whispered of in legend. What I have never before met, is a member of your Bloodline. You have little to fear from me, I am no ally to the Usurpers. I simply wish to know more about you. I shall tell you about myself in turn if you believe that is the price for my knowledge. Know that I am glad you are not a member of your blood who now serve the Sabbat. Nasty business dealing with them".
The further business turns out to be little of import, and mercifully quick. Fang proposes Pantsless Tuesdays at all Elysiums, and the idea is shot down. Mr. Vance brings up the city's slowly restoring networth and some economic summaries that probably bore any not into such things. Northcliff mentions new endeavors into public transit are gaining traction, but slowly.
And then it is done, the Prince declares it so, "Sheriff, place Hank on the roof to kiss the sun. No one wants him. We are done here for the night. To any remaining, I leave you to Mr. Harlow's authority as Keeper of this Elysium." a glance to Damien, "Mr. Talbot, your blood's gift has been especially useful this night." and things break down quickly into smaller and smaller discussions.
"If you are simply going to take up to greet the sun, would you mind terribly if I took a bit of his blood for my collection?" Damien asks. "It seems that the "millennials" of mortal society have taken a shine to low class brews such as Pabst Blue Ribbon. I can only imagine the trend may extend to those of our kind from that generation." he says glancing toward Alyson and other neonates in the room.
Damien gets back into his car. He's sure at least one Harpy was bad mouthing him, but the good news is, the Prince had praised his aid at finding out the Caitiff had spoken the truth. Not that Rockwell had been particularly skilled at lying in the first place, but the point is he had gained some measure of status, however small, for that.
And that might force even Tolya to back up a bit.
Traffic was lighter now, and the club not too far away. He drove for a bout five minutes when a voice from the driver's seat spoke up.
"I'm worried for you, Damien." The southern drawl with aristocratic overtones was impossible to miss, as was the the woman in his passenger seat he hadn't even noticed until she 'appeared'.
It was the Prince herself, "Someone out there is sniffing out shadows, and as we both know, it's not just the Lasombra who work in those, mm?"
Doing his best to suppress his surprise by the Prince's presence, Damien responds, "I truly appreciate your concern, my Prince. I will use extra caution, but to the best of my knowledge I have not made any enemies...other than perhaps my potential sire, who acted a bit too slow. Even in that case, I do not know why she holds such venom for me, it's not like I got to choose who provided me with the embrace."
"If you are simply going to take up to greet the sun, would you mind terribly if I took a bit of his blood for my collection?" Damien asks. "It seems that the "millennials" of mortal society have taken a shine to low class brews such as Pabst Blue Ribbon. I can only imagine the trend may extend to those of our kind from that generation." he says glancing toward Alyson and other neonates in the room.
"Why by all means," The Prince says, though she does make a face at the idea of someone actually drinking Pap's blue Ribbon ala Hank "Sheriff, let him have as much Chateau De Caitiff if he likes."
...........
Doing his best to suppress his surprise by the Prince's presence, Damien responds, "I truly appreciate your concern, my Prince. I will use extra caution, but to the best of my knowledge I have not made any enemies...other than perhaps my potential sire, who acted a bit too slow. Even in that case, I do not know why she holds such venom for me, it's not like I got to choose who provided me with the embrace."
"Very few ever do" The Malkavian replied, "My own sire was a man of the cloth...of sorts. My his words could be inspiring.But I digress, Damien. while I doubt Tolya will do more than try to undermine you, one can never be sure. And if someone is hunting my lasombra, they might decide they might want to gather up some Kiasyd while at it. You and I are not the only ones who enjoy rare collections, no? For every Northcliff out there stating his disdain openly, I suspect there are at least two who put on false faces. And for every face that shows," She fans herself delicately,"I worry there is at least another that has hidden from me. Hurts a lady's feelings powerful hard." A sigh, "And do try to be such a good hostess. "
"Why by all means," The Prince says, though she does make a face at the idea of someone actually drinking Pap's blue Ribbon ala Hank "Sheriff, let him have as much Chateau De Caitiff if he likes."
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"Very few ever do" The Malkavian replied, "My own sire was a man of the cloth...of sorts. My his words could be inspiring.But I digress, Damien. while I doubt Tolya will do more than try to undermine you, one can never be sure. And if someone is hunting my lasombra, they might decide they might want to gather up some Kiasyd while at it. You and I are not the only ones who enjoy rare collections, no? For every Northcliff out there stating his disdain openly, I suspect there are at least two who put on false faces. And for every face that shows," She fans herself delicately,"I worry there is at least another that has hidden from me....
"Most appreciated." Damien says with a slight bow before going about the business of collecting a bit of Hank's vitae.
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"An unfortunate reality and side effect of being in power, my Prince. True in any instance, perhaps just exacerbated for those of our kind. " Damien concedes. "Again, I appreciate the warning and will do my best to be more vigilant than usual."
"Is there anything else you wish to discuss, my Prince? If not, is there someplace you would like me to take you?"
"An unfortunate reality and side effect of being in power, my Prince. True in any instance, perhaps just exacerbated for those of our kind. " Damien concedes. "Again, I appreciate the warning and will do my best to be more vigilant than usual."
"Is there anything else you wish to discuss, my Prince? If not, is there someplace you would like me to take you?"
"Your club will suit me fine as a place to be dropped off, but, alas, I appear to grow woefully transparent. Ahwell, since you do mention it, Your gift for knowing when someone is lying. Do they sense it when it is upon them? Or are they known the wiser?" The Prince ssems very intrigued.
"Your club will suit me fine as a place to be dropped off, but, alas, I appear to grow woefully transparent. Ahwell, since you do mention it, Your gift for knowing when someone is lying. Do they sense it when it is upon them? Or are they known the wiser?" The Prince ssems very intrigued.
"Fields of the Nephilim it is." Damien says, heading for home.
"The gift expresses itself in different ways for different practitioners." Damien begins. "In any case, while the target of the power does not receive any indication that the power is be used, its effect is rather obvious. In my case, if the target lies, my eyes will glow with a pale violet light. My sire, his eyes bled. I suppose I should be thankful that the power chose to express itself in a far less messy fashion than it did with Delacroix."
Thinking a moment, he continues, "Under the right circumstances and conditions, I could disguise the result...I doubt my sire would have been able to."
Allowing himself the slightest of grins, Damien asks, "Is this why you have chosen to welcome so many kindred of odd heritages into your city? It would seem you are interested in learning these obscure arts, yes?"
Paolo caught Father's look and made a mental note, but first things first. Tonight if he could, but first he needed to see to Betty and Contessa. She might still be up. If he could find her this night, he might be able to convince her to go into hiding for a few days.
Pained, he addressed Betty as they approached his car, "Sorry to ask this, but can you lay down in the back? Thanks."
He tried to keep up pleasant conversation as he drove; it was the least Paolo could do. "The Prince has some unique opinions, but they've really worked out for me. For us."
"I would appreciate the protection, given what we just saw at Elysium, but don't want to impose on you. If you'd rather, the development has several unsold houses with sunproof rooms; I made sure of that. One has a cot you're welcome to. But if you would rather," Paolo considered it. Yes, that would work. "You can have my bed for the day. However you'd like it is good by me."
"I have some things I need to do tonight. I'd bring you along, but I have to deal with kine and...sorry. I hate to be That Guy, but it's time-sensitive. He's a dead caitiff now, but I did tell Hank I'd see about Contessa."
"Fields of the Nephilim it is." Damien says, heading for home.
"The gift expresses itself in different ways for different practitioners." Damien begins. "In any case, while the target of the power does not receive any indication that the power is be used, its effect is rather obvious. In my case, if the target lies, my eyes will glow with a pale violet light. My sire, his eyes bled. I suppose I should be thankful that the power chose to express itself in a far less messy fashion than it did with Delacroix."
Thinking a moment, he continues, "Under the right circumstances and conditions, I could disguise the result...I doubt my sire would have been able to."
Allowing himself the slightest of grins, Damien asks, "Is this why you have chosen to welcome so many kindred of odd heritages into your city? It would seem you are interested in learning these obscure arts, yes?"
"Aren't you the clever boy? While my own clan's insights and the gift of Auspex serve me quite well, I would not be adverse to learning such sometime perhaps. Learning keeps one young," The Prince proclaims, "It's how I stay so fresh. There are tawdrier reasons for my interest, of course. I have no doubt that some kindred will visit your club. If you were to ask them about their knowledge of the Caitiff, it might reveal much, but..." She fans herself, "I suppose your eyes glowing would let them realize you had been scrutinizing them so. Still, if the urge should strike you and you learn who created Hank, let me know and I shall see what I can do to reward you."
Soon enough, they will approach his club.
Paolo caught Father's look and made a mental note, but first things first. Tonight if he could, but first he needed to see to Betty and Contessa. She might still be up. If he could find her this night, he might be able to convince her to go into hiding for a few days.Pained, he addressed Betty as they approached his car, "Sorry to ask this, but can you lay down in the back? Thanks."
"Course. Obey Traditions always or chaos."
He tried to keep up pleasant conversation as he drove; it was the least Paolo could do. "The Prince has some unique opinions, but they've really worked out for me. For us."
"Yes," Betty agrees from her resting position. "Now is time for rare bloods to be not so rare. When old clans finally come back, they find us strong and with deep roots. Not so easy to brush so they must accept. You want same I think."
"I would appreciate the protection, given what we just saw at Elysium, but don't want to impose on you. If you'd rather, the development has several unsold houses with sunproof rooms; I made sure of that. One has a cot you're welcome to. But if you would rather," Paolo considered it. Yes, that would work. "You can have my bed for the day. However you'd like it is good by me."
That last offer surprises her, "You are..strangely kind. I am okay sleeping anywhere if I can avoid sun and human eyes for now. Place near your place with Cot? that way I can watch both without intruding too much while you do mortal things? Whatever good, but you keep the bed. My hide is strong. I do not get a kink in the neck."
"I have some things I need to do tonight. I'd bring you along, but I have to deal with kine and...sorry. I hate to be That Guy, but it's time-sensitive. He's a dead caitiff now, but I did tell Hank I'd see about Contessa."
"Ha! You nice, but sly. Caitiff gone, mortal girl vul..vulnerrable. You take her, she become ghoul maybe? Then you tell others you protect masquerade ... good coup. I think I will learn from you if I watch. Yes, you cannot bring me along. That would be silly and defeat goals. You drop me where you drop me. Good luck on your plan." Yes, she slurs, but she's not dim.
It is late, the meeting did not start at sunrise after all, but he can see a figure moving even at this late hour by the windows as he approaches . Windows he designed to avoid sunlight , well, they still are glass and he knows where they are. THe figure in, at this time of night? Must be Contessa Anna Amato. His records show she lives alone. Yes, her parents helped set her up with the property.
"I will see what I can find out. I still have some old-style welder's glasses left over from my club-kid days that come in quite handy for such things."
With a grin, Damien adds, "As an added benefit, they don't look overly out of place in my club either."
vodoo, eh? Marcus inquires. who you think behind all that nonsense?
The cabbie shrugs, "I think they are starting to believe their own tourism too much and now trying to make it happen. I mean, I came to this country because for modern opportunities I couldn't get back home, but some folks, they can never really adapt. They cling to old ways that aren't even practiced in the old lands barely anymore. I think there will always be people who look backwards and then there will be those that prey on their desire for something primal. They use it for power over the people. I just hope that's the only kind of power they have." He shivers. "I can decide whether the 'voodoo' practioners there are scam artists or messing with stuff that shouldn't be touched."
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"I will see what I can find out. I still have some old-style welder's glasses left over from my club-kid days that come in quite handy for such things.
With a grin, Damien adds, "As an added benefit, they don't look overly out of place in my club either."
The Prince gives a delicate chuckle, "Clever man. Well, in that case, let me restate. Use that gift for the kindred in the area, do that thing bartenders are known for beyond mixing drinks, get them talking, and see what you find out. If you uncover the true culprit, then I will reward."
The car stops, and she waits for him to open the door for her primly.
Assuming he does, she thanks him, and goes on into the club.
The crowd is actually doing all right, not great numbers, but steady. Chandler seems to have the main area covered, but nods as he sees the boss return. "Lydia's got it all covered upstairs."
Indeed, the Prince is heading that way now.
The Prince gives a delicate chuckle, "Clever man. Well, in that case, let me restate. Use that gift for the kindred in the area, do that thing bartenders are known for beyond mixing drinks, get them talking, and see what you find out. If you uncover the true culprit, then I will reward."
The car stops, and she waits for him to open the door for her primly.
Assuming he does, she thanks him, and goes on into the club.
The crowd is actually doing all right, not great numbers, but steady. Chandler seems to have the main area covered, but nods as he sees the boss return. "Lydia's got it all covered upstairs."
Indeed, the Prince is heading that way now.
"I will see what I can find out for you, my Prince." Damien responds dutifully.
Noting the Prince awaits the door to the car to be opened for her, Damien does just that. After the Prince is on her way, Damien locks the car and activates the alarm before heading into his haven/club.
Hearing Chandler's comment, Damien nods. "Excellent. You seem to have things well in hand here. I think I'll let Lydia float between the two sides for the rest of her shift."
Giving Chandler a vote of confidence in the form of a firm pat on the shoulder, Damien heads for the private club.
"Seems everything is in order." Damien says to Lydia as he walks in. "Well done. Feel free to spend the remainder of your shift on which ever side you would prefer for now. It seems your choice of Chandler was a good one. He's doing quite well up front."
Damien quickly runs upstairs to his haven to retrieve the fore mentioned welder's glasses and quickly returns.
Alyson still is slightly ashamed at what she had done - while she meant to withdraw, she hardly could do so while Mi-Hi was addressing her:"I assure you, I meant well when I...called you out, too. Golconda? Whats that?"
But even as she answered, Arthur had all but interposed himself and was trying to get the asian woman to go outside with him.
Better her than me..., Alyson thought, while putting her hand to her ear and silently voicing call me with her lips when Mi-Hi looked back at her.
Returning back to JJ, Alyson takes one more look around:"I'm good, sorry for the delay. And thanks for the lift. Much appreciated!"
Oh, a lot had happened at the meeting, but if there was anything to talk about, it could wait at least until they were in the car, for some added privacy.
"Yes," Betty agrees from her resting position. "Now is time for rare bloods to be not so rare. When old clans finally come back, they find us strong and with deep roots. Not so easy to brush so they must accept. You want same I think."
"You got it," Paolo said. "I think if the Prince can keep this up for a few more decades we'll be entrenched enough."
That last offer surprises her, "You are..strangely kind. I am okay sleeping anywhere if I can avoid sun and human eyes for now. Place near your place with Cot? that way I can watch both without intruding too much while you do mortal things? Whatever good, but you keep the bed. My hide is strong. I do not get a kink in the neck."
"Ok then. I can put you... Three doors down. You'll have kine neighbors. On the left they have a baby so they might be up at all hours, but the garage is on their side. Right side is a dentist. He's deep asleep by now."
"Ha! You nice, but sly. Caitiff gone, mortal girl vul..vulnerrable. You take her, she become ghoul maybe? Then you tell others you protect masquerade ... good coup. I think I will learn from you if I watch. Yes, you cannot bring me along. That would be silly and defeat goals. You drop me where you drop me. Good luck on your plan." Yes, she slurs, but she's not dim.
Paolo shrugged, "Not sure what's going to happen with her yet, but I did think of it." Talk of watching him didn't bother Paolo as much as it should have, but if someone was hunting Lasombra then he wanted a friendly watcher.
Pulling up into the driveway, Paolo did his best to look like he'd mistaken the address and carefully swept the area before getting out. Once he was as sure as he could be that no one was watching, he put the car in park and pried a key off his chain. Turning, he gave it to Betty with a smile.
"It has an alarm; every house on the street does. As soon as you get in, you need to hit the keypad up. 101580 is the safe code. You've got about two minutes, but the pad is right on the wall next to the door so that's overkill. It's the same for going in the front. Master panel is in the closet under the stairs and has the same code. The safe room is upstairs, first door on the right. I'm in 616 if you need anything, but like I said I might be away most of the night."
Paolo made sure Betty got inside and didn't have any last minute questions before moving on. He still had Contessa to see to. He drove the car to his own driveway, parked it in the garage, and considered his options for a few minutes. Walking would be less threatening, so he went over on foot and composed himself as best he could on the way.
It is late, the meeting did not start at sunrise after all, but he can see a figure moving even at this late hour by the windows as he approaches . Windows he designed to avoid sunlight , well, they still are glass and he knows where they are. THe figure in, at this time of night? Must be Contessa Anna Amato. His records show she lives alone. Yes, her parents helped set her up with the property.
Good, she's up.
Paolo took a last moment to mentally run over his night for anything that could have made him look more dangerous than usual, standing for a moment in the warm shadow of a tree to do it. No blood on him. Still need to feed. Badly. The Lapages are all asleep by this hour. He could probably give the four of them happy dreams and be out in an hour. Paolo almost turned and started for their house instead, but Contessa had others interested in her. He needed to be there first.
Direct approach, then. Paolo steeled himself and walked up to the house, apparently guileless. He rang the bell and put on his best concerned, but well-meaning face. It wasn't too much of a stretch.
Hearing Chandler's comment, Damien nods. "Excellent. You seem to have things well in hand here. I think I'll let Lydia float between the two sides for the rest of her shift."
Giving Chandler a vote of confidence in the form of a firm pat on the shoulder, Damien heads for the private club.
Chandler gives a soft nod and slight smile at the praise and keeps at his work.
Out of the corner of his eye, Damien notices that the Prince, 'southern belle' outfit and all, just glides among unsuspecting mortals barely noticed, like a very quiet lioness sauntering past clueless gazelle.
"Seems everything is in order." Damien says to Lydia as he walks in. "Well done. Feel free to spend the remainder of your shift on which ever side you would prefer for now. It seems your choice of Chandler was a good one. He's doing quite well up front."
"I thought he would," Lydia says, brushing Damien's hand, "You're back sooner through on your end." There is a question in it, but she doesn't push. Somethings are better shared, if ever, when they are alone.
Damien quickly runs upstairs to his haven to retrieve the fore mentioned welder's glasses and quickly returns.
By the time he returns, he notices someone from the Club, a woman who was with Fang, one of his anarchs. A long sleeved fishnet top which does nothing to provide any real modesty is under a tattered crop top with the not too sublte anarchy symbol on it. She's pretty enough if you're into women who shave the sides of their heads too close while leaving the rest long, but he's seen (and hired) prettier. He think he heard her called 'Misty'.
The Prince and an Anarch in the same club at the sametime. Surely Damien finds himself in interesting times.
Alyson still is slightly ashamed at what she had done - while she meant to withdraw, she hardly could do so while Mi-Hi was addressing her:"I assure you, I meant well when I...called you out, too. Golconda? Whats that?"
"It is a way to transcend the beast's needs and cruelties... We Salubri seek to walk it but any Kindred can if the strive...." Mi-Hi says...but then Arthur pulls her away, "Another time." and she is gone.
Returning back to JJ, Alyson takes one more look around:"I'm good, sorry for the delay. And thanks for the lift. Much appreciated!"
Oh, a lot had happened at the meeting, but if there was anything to talk about, it could wait at least until they were in the car, for some added privacy.
"It's okay, but if hear the harpies start razing me about being your taxi service, I'm going to be irritated. You know how status obsessed our culture is." the Toreador guides her to the car, once they get in, she asks, "So young blood, what did you think of the meeting? Honesty, I thought you were the shy type when you weren't singing, but you sure spoke your piece tonight."
Mi-Hi says farewell to Alyson, and then escorts Arthur up and out of the library and Elysiumm. He can feel that she is more tense, after all, the protections of Elysium, when they apply, can be a balm.
"I am Arthur Carter of Clan Brujah. Despite my short unlife I have gone places and done things few of our kind have ever dreamed possible. Met beings whose very existence is only whispered of in legend. What I have never before met, is a member of your Bloodline. You have little to fear from me, I am no ally to the Usurpers. I simply wish to know more about you. I shall tell you about myself in turn if you believe that is the price for my knowledge. Know that I am glad you are not a member of your blood who now serve the Sabbat. Nasty business dealing with them".
"You aren't like many Brujah I have met," She says but tries to make it in a gentle tone, "And it is good to know you are no friend to the Warlocks. If you seek knowledge of truth, you should know they have spun lies upon lie about my clan, using but the smallest truth to give such lies strength." She bites her bottom lip, a very human gesture, "I am surprised you even know of the furies. Some do not. They are lost, so filled with rage they have sided with demons in hopes of gaining revenge on devils. They are a far cry from our noble warriors of old."
"Ok then. I can put you... Three doors down. You'll have kine neighbors. On the left they have a baby so they might be up at all hours, but the garage is on their side. Right side is a dentist. He's deep asleep by now."
Betty nods, "I feed careful when folks sleep, no touch baby, too little blood, too easy death."
To her credit, when he slips her out, he finds out while Betty may not obfuscate yet, she moves softly and quietly for a stone like being, she's quite skilled at moving quietly."It has an alarm; every house on the street does. As soon as you get in, you need to hit the keypad up. 101580 is the safe code. You've got about two minutes, but the pad is right on the wall next to the door so that's overkill. It's the same for going in the front. Master panel is in the closet under the stairs and has the same code. The safe room is upstairs, first door on the right. I'm in 616 if you need anything, but like I said I might be away most of the night."
She commits the number to memory, then nods, "If you do not return in three nights, I seek out your sire and warn him. Least I can do."
Betty has nothing else to ask about.Paolo took a last moment to mentally run over his night for anything that could have made him look more dangerous than usual, standing for a moment in the warm shadow of a tree to do it. No blood on him. Still need to feed. Badly. The Lapages are all asleep by this hour. He could probably give the four of them happy dreams and be out in an hour. Paolo almost turned and started for their house instead, but Contessa had others interested in her. He needed to be there first.
Direct approach, then. Paolo steeled himself and walked up to the house, apparently guileless. He rang the bell and put on his best concerned, but well-meaning face. It wasn't too much of a stretch.
A voice inside, 'Hank? Oh probably not…oh god if it's the cops…" the door swings open. And while the pajamas are modest, and trendy, they cannot hide the beauty of this woman. His sire would be no doubt delighted as such a Mediterranean gem. Contessa has wavy dark hair, that slight touch of olive complexion, and large eyes.
Of course, Paolo's tastes run differently.
But still, for those into women, she would be quite the prize.
"Oh," She closes the door just a bit, "I'm sorry I was hoping you were someone else. Can I help you?"
"I thought he would," Lydia says, brushing Damien's hand, "You're back sooner through on your end." There is a question in it, but she doesn't push. Somethings are better shared, if ever, when they are alone.
"You say that if is a bad thing." Damien says with a smile. "All is well for now, my love, although we may need to exercise a bit of caution in the coming nights...I'll explain more later." he says, putting the most recent addition to his collection on ice until he can properly bottle it.
By the time he returns, he notices someone from the Club, a woman who was with Fang, one of his anarchs. A long sleeved fishnet top which does nothing to provide any real modesty is under a tattered crop top with the not too subtle anarchy symbol on it. She's pretty enough if you're into women who shave the sides of their heads too close while leaving the rest long, but he's seen (and hired) prettier. He think he heard her called 'Misty'.
The Prince and an Anarch in the same club at the sametime. Surely Damien finds himself in interesting times.
Taking note of Misty, Damien thinks to himself with a viper's smile, Could have very well been a groupie back in the day...
Walking over, first to the Prince, "Is there anything in particular I can get you this evening?" he asks pulling his welder's glasses from his coat pocket.
Putting his glasses on, he walks over to the scantily clad anarch. "Greetings. Welcome to Fields of the Nephilim. I am Damien, owner and proprietor." After his quick introduction he focuses the most basic power of his clan's signature discipline on Misty.
"If I overheard correctly, earlier this evening, you're Misty, right? I don't believe I've had the pleasure to have you in my club before. Is there some drink in particular you had in mind? I assure you there are libations here that you've never even dreamed of."
Betty was quick on the uptake. Paolo would have to take care not to underestimate her because she spoke poorly. But so far, they understood each other. He smiled his thanks and took his leave.
A voice inside, 'Hank? Oh probably not…oh god if it's the cops…" the door swings open. And while the pajamas are modest, and trendy, they cannot hide the beauty of this woman. His sire would be no doubt delighted as such a Mediterranean gem. Contessa has wavy dark hair, that slight touch of olive complexion, and large eyes.
Of course, Paolo's tastes run differently.
But still, for those into women, she would be quite the prize."Oh," She closes the door just a bit, "I'm sorry I was hoping you were someone else. Can I help you?"
"Contessa?" Paolo said gently. "I'm sorry, but Hank sent me. Could I come in?" Paolo paused for a moment, then amended: "Sorry, I'm a strange man on your doorstep at night. We can do this here if you want...but it is important or I wouldn't be here."
"Considering the abilities our kind possess, the "stealing of a soul" seems passe but then it was called the dark ages for a reason I suppose.
I fear you as much and as little as I fear any other of our kind. We can all exhibit dangerous tendencies if we so choose or seek the path of redemption.
Indeed, I am very much unlike most other Brujah you shall meet, The Clan Brujah you know are composed of violent thugs who possess only the echo of the scholar that Brujah was. They were begat by Troile. I on the other hand descend from Troile's Sire, Brujah.
We have much in common Mi Li, both of our progenitors were murdered by Usurpers. To their credit, the get of Troile did not seek to wipe us out but left us to our own devices. My "bloodline" is not one to be social or proliferate and so we have not while the descendants of Troile have certainly spread their seed far and wide.
The Tremere, on the other hand are base power grabbers, perhaps only exceeded in their greed by the Giovanni, another Clan of Usurpers.
The Furies eh, I had forgotten their moniker. Do you believe they seek out the forces from another world to bolster their own powers?
Then you are one of the legendary seven? I have heard it claimed that once you are Embraced, your Sire bids you to diablerize them to retain their knowledge, is that rumor true?
Do you possess knowledge passed down from your Sire and their Sires?
Does your power actually remove one from their own body?
My apologies for the rapid fire questions but I have not been so fascinated by someone from this side of the shroud in a long time!"