The bottle of Hank is put on ice, relatively speaking.
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.
"No no, I thought I'd find something for myself tonight, keeps the skills sharp. Anyone you have dibs upon? I do try to be polite."
She doesn't appear to be eying any of his personal herd, by chance or design he can't be sure.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."
"Yeah, that's my name, so you just whip up anything, even the red brew huh? How do people trust that s++& man? I mean, you could start hooking us fast." Not exactly mannerly some anarchs.
"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."
"Hank sent you? Oh god, come in, come in," She opens the door to let him in, [B]"Is okay? I haven't seen him in days and he wasn't at his apartment."
She closes the door behind him when she comes in. Trying not to bombard him with more questions.
"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. "
"In a strange way, the Dark ages, were gentler on us I'm told." Mi-Ha looks sad.
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.
This catches her interest, "Normally other kindred say this to me, but 'I thought your kind were either a myth or gone' Amazing. The Prince has cast her net wide and truly succeeded in finding rarity. You say you are rare, do you 'true brujah' normally find haven in the Camarilla? the Sabbat? in the wilds?"
The Tremere, on the other hand are base power grabbers, perhaps only exceeded in their greed by the Giovanni, another Clan of Usurpers.
"The Giovanni may yet reap what they have sown, though I fear the damn Tremere will never face the justice they deserve." Angry, but then she bites down, "I should not let hate in my heart."
The Furies eh, I had forgotten their moniker. Do you believe they seek out the forces from another world to bolster their own powers?
"I hope not. I think that too maybe Tremere slurs. It is not enough the furies have yieled up to hate in the Sabbat, the Tremere must paint them as the worst of the Sabbat. For the Furies will aim for them first last and always."
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?
A frown, "Now we travel into the realm of sharing perhaps more than I should. You have trusted me with your true bloodline, so perhaps I can trust you in this. The Seven exist, but they are not the only healers that survived, and in some ways their habits may have threatened others. It adds credence to the soul sucker slander, when others would never do such a thing."
Do you possess knowledge passed down from your Sire and their Sires?
"Only by learning at his feet. I understand your clan bends time itself, is this true?"
Does your power actually remove one from their own body?
"My power does not, yet yet I have yet to reach mastery. And I have heard tales of some elders who took the soul out to heal it, then place it back in. You do not suffer the curse of rage. Yet every bloodline is known for some challenge or at least idiosyncrasy. May I know yours?"
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!"[/b]
"As you can see, I have great interest myself." She'd blush if she could muster the blood.
"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.
'What?'...transcend the beast? It is possible to overcome the devil's hold over our kind? Or was that just lies and tricks? I need to talk more with her...if there is even a chance...
"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."
Walking alongside JJ to the car, Alyson responds:"Why Taxi Service, you're being a dedicated driver for a club-going friend. Thats good for the environment because we carpool, and good for the masquerade because we act human." With a grin, she gets into the car:"Besides, if the Harpies do that, I'll make it up to you somehow. A few months ago, I was still a fledling, so it's not like I have much status to lose. Hey, I can be YOUR driver if you prefer that. It is a nice car." - she was only half-joking. She had a drivers licence, but so far, had been unable to afford a car. Well, one that made it worthwhile to upgrade from her Scooter.
Getting the safety belt in place, she leans back and relaxes visibly when the car doors close:"I...can be social - kind of. I'm just mostly intimidated by almost everybody in there. That's probably why I usually seem shy during that kind of event. But then this...weird guy, this other neonate...I'm not sure if he tried to make me angry on purpose, but he made me speak out loud when usually I would not have. And while I'm glad for Hank it will end like this, I wonder who embraced him. And for what reason...I mean, he wasn't simply sucked dry, and they probably knew what would happen to a sire-less caitiff, so it may have been all about passing on that ominous message."Looking over at JJ for a moment, Alyson stops herself:"Sorry, I'm thinking aloud and babbling. What did you think? And why did the Prince only want us neonates to talk to him? To learn more about us? Maybe he was just a tool?"
Alyson seems slightly shocked after considering the implications of this possibility...if anybody would meta layer upon layer like that, it would be a Malkavian...and she said she knew it was not Fangs...she could only KNOW for certain if she KNEW who it was, could she?
Walking alongside JJ to the car, Alyson responds:"Why Taxi Service, you're being a dedicated driver for a club-going friend. Thats good for the environment because we carpool, and good for the masquerade because we act human." With a grin, she gets into the car:"Besides, if the Harpies do that, I'll make it up to you somehow. A few months ago, I was still a fledling, so it's not like I have much status to lose. Hey, I can be YOUR driver if you prefer that. It is a nice car." - she was only half-joking. She had a drivers licence, but so far, had been unable to afford a car. Well, one that made it worthwhile to upgrade from her Scooter.
"No one gets to drive Baby but me," But she smiles.
Getting the safety belt in place, she leans back and relaxes visibly when the car doors close:"I...can be social - kind of. I'm just mostly intimidated by almost everybody in there. That's probably why I usually seem shy during that kind of event. But then this...weird guy, this other neonate...I'm not sure if he tried to make me angry on purpose, but he made me speak out loud when usually I would not have. And while I'm glad for Hank it will end like this, I wonder who embraced him. And for what reason...I mean, he wasn't simply sucked dry, and they probably knew what would happen to a sire-less caitiff, so it may have been all about passing on that ominous message."
Looking over at JJ for a moment, Alyson stops herself:"Sorry, I'm thinking aloud and babbling. What did you think? And why did the Prince only want us neonates to talk to him? To learn more about us? Maybe he was just a tool?"
"Oh yeah, I could tell you and Arthur were going to be the best of friends right away," A chuckle, "He really hit your buttons. Then again, if he had said crap about Toreador I might have let rip too and not as nicely. Not sure how the religious stuff plays in our crowd. Remember, not all of us think vampires are really descended from Caine. It's just a convenient way to track the power of the blood for some. Me? I worry about tonight, a full belly of blood, and if I have all the books balanced at the club. Unlife is simpler that way, She whips through the scarce traffic heading towards the club with ease, "And if Hank wasn't intended as a message, then he turned out to be a darn good one anyway. Whoever embraced him, she... or maybe he with a high voice, he wasn't sure, was meant to be deserted. This isn't your typiccal torador "I was overhwhelmed with passion and had to have him' embrace woops. This was pre-meditated. The sherrif patrols those areas pretty strongly. If you were going to embrace and have a chance of not being noticed you'd get them just out of town, or maybe in the burbs. Not that that doesn't have its own risks. And even then, what would be the point? The Prince is strong and barely listens to anyone once her mind is made up. Tell her 'oh I embraced this guy outside your city honest' might still get you at least banished."
They get closer, "Geez, now I'm chatty. WHy were the new bloodlines asked to question Hank? I think she said so indirectly. She's trying to show what you guys can do. Trying to justify to everyone what you bring to the table and maybe even rub it in the Primogen faces. You mark my words, that crazy witch is up to something. She may have the few primogen of this city helpless for now, but they have resources too. The only way she can throw them off is if she builds you guys up to be able to stand on your own, but she's a Kindred. She's not going to give you anything. She's going to throw you poor sots into the deep end, and see which of you become forces, and which ones become ash, and build you up. Damn, we've already got Gaetano just waiting in the wings to be Lasombra Primogen. My sire says she can smell it, though he's not her obsession so I doubt s he's going to actively tear him down or anything. In short, If I were you, I would expect yanked out at odd hours on odd nights to do odd things as the Prince continued to try to evolve you like a prized pokemon."
They're at the club
Not seeing further items of note but marking where the vodoo is taking place Marcus will head back to the university with the single driver and will dominate the fellow to find out if he has any useful purpose. If no he will send him on his way.
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After abandoning the chatty second cabbie, and making mental notes about the Little Caribbean neighborhood, he seeks out someone for the last leg of his trip.
Marcus 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.
Marcus catches the old man and suggests that he give him a lift.
"Why would I go to a college?" he seems to be stubborn, but, does give in after a bit more push.
Strongwilled. But Marcus gets the fellow talking.
Peter Wilcox "Call me Pete" may not have many uses to Marcus, but prying indicates someone who might. It turns out Peter's son is someone Marcus has heard of. Jeffry Wilcox a respected economist with a PHD in finance of his own, his wife, and family have moved into Perle Perdu recently. In short, he is a mortal peer of Marcus. What Marcus choses to do or not do with that information is up to his own.
"In a strange way, the Dark ages, were gentler on us I'm told." Mi-Ha looks sad.
Arthur shakes his head, "The early but not the late Dark Ages. Perhaps you can tell me more of the difference of what your Clan suspects happened".
"Normally other kindred say this to me, but 'I thought your kind were either a myth or gone' Amazing. The Prince has cast her net wide and truly succeeded in finding rarity. You say you are rare, do you 'true brujah' normally find haven in the Camarilla? the Sabbat? in the wilds?"
Arthur smiles, "To protect those of my Clan I fear I cannot answer this question fully. Let's just say for a great period of time I found safety out of this world"
"The Giovanni may yet reap what they have sown, though I fear the damn Tremere will never face the justice they deserve." Angry, but then she bites down, "I should not let hate in my heart."
"Hate is a waste of time, it clouds the mind. Passion, clouds the mind, it is how the mighty fall, they pursue their passion instead of their logic. You are right to perceive the Tremere as enemies, leave it at that. Of course, if it is Golconda you seek then you may not strike out against your enemies lest you fall from your path.
Do you truly believe in Golconda? I've yet to meet a Kindred who has pursued that path to its end result. Perhaps it is the journey and not the destination that matters though for how can an Immortal ever find the end of the path?"
He pauses considering his own words the continues, "Yes, the Giovanni, may but they seem to have weather the most recent storm quite well... Their treatment of the dead is abhorrent and the reason why I view them with disgust".
"I hope not. I think that too maybe Tremere slurs. It is not enough the furies have yielded up to hate in the Sabbat, the Tremere must paint them as the worst of the Sabbat. For the Furies will aim for them first last and always."
"That is good, true power cannot come from serving another, what can be given can be taken, to follow such creatures is folly. The Sabbat is an organization driven by hate and fear. The irony is that they are just as structured if not more so than the Camarilla. Their Freedom is an illusion. Even more the servants of the very beings they purport to hate than the Camarilla but in their rage and fear they are blinded. Though now I wonder what they will do but I suppose I don't really care".
A frown, "Now we travel into the realm of sharing perhaps more than I should. You have trusted me with your true bloodline, so perhaps I can trust you in this. The Seven exist, but they are not the only healers that survived, and in some ways their habits may have threatened others. It adds credence to the soul sucker slander, when others would never do such a thing."
"I appreciate your honesty here and shall push this line of questioning no farther. Perhaps one day when we know each other better. Perhaps not".
"Only by learning at his feet. I understand your clan bends time itself, is this true?"
"Wise, one cannot glean everything through Diablerie, it is best to continue to learn and in some instances, teach our mentors".
Arthur considers her question, "Yes, I suppose bending time would be accurate. Push time too far and it will destroy you so even we cannot be the Masters of time. The Eldest among us have powers that would make soul stealing seem trivial".
Arthur stops along the path and pick up a flower. He concentrates on it and hands it to Mi Hi. "I have frozen this in time. It shall never wilt, never decay, it shall ever be young and beautiful - like you. In some ways we are the same. We stay the same but we can also be destroyed. My powers cannot save it if you wish to grind it into paste".
"My power does not, yet yet I have yet to reach mastery. And I have heard tales of some elders who took the soul out to heal it, then place it back in. You do not suffer the curse of rage. Yet every bloodline is known for some challenge or at least idiosyncrasy. May I know yours?"
Arthur sighs, "A pity, I shall have to make sure you remain in existence until you do. Not that I would not thereafter but there is a purpose for which I would see you gain that Mastery. I'd like you to use this power on me..."
Arthur smiles, "We are quite similar, oddities in a world that does not understand us. Both blunt in our questions. I appreciate that about you. If the Brujah begat by Troile are fire, we begat by Brujah himself are ice. In fact, one wonders why Brujah ever chose Troile for the Embrace".
"As you can see, I have great interest myself." She'd blush if she could muster the blood.
"Indeed I do see that! I have neglected a Haven for the past few weeks I have been here. Perhaps for the time being we could stay together and learn from one another. Mutual protection from our enemies. Would you be so willing?"
"Hm...religion is my way of coping with all of this. It's not like I can switch that off. I mean, I believed when I was only human. Now? No matter if we are really Caine's descendents, all of this proves there is more. I am dead. But I'm thinking, walking, talking. That is magic. No science can explain that...and if I am walking proof that the supernatural exists, then I am certain that God exists, as well...but I never meant to be a missionary, so forgive me for babbling on about it...I'll try and not be so blatant about my beliefs next time."
Alyson listens to JJ's thoughts about the Caitiff:"Aye...and if it was pre-meditated, then it will not remain a singular event. Something more will happen. And maybe it will all come together and make more sense with other puzzle pieces. I'm just wondering who of all those are players, and who are just pieces...in THIS game." ...of course, all of them are players...in their own little bids for power and influence-
Being called a prized Pokemon makes Alyson laugh:"Oh well, if thats what it all is about, she should ask me to sing the hymn at the start of those events..." She grins, JJ had been all captivated when she sung in the Veil's backroom during a private event, so some confidence was acceptable. "...but I'm not sure if I like the "become awesome or become ash"-part about that pet project of hers."
Getting out of the car, Alyson looks at the entrance:"Wanna hit the dancefloor for a bit or got things to do?"
Arthur shakes his head, "The early but not the late Dark Ages. Perhaps you can tell me more of the difference of what your Clan suspects happened".
"True," She concedes, "In the early times were respected, perhaps too much so, though we were always small. When Tremere committed his atrocity upon Saulot, healers and warriors were divided in how best to react to it. Thus, an already small clan, already headless, had no unity. It cost us dearly. We thought our showing other Clans a path to higher ways meant respect, but that respect had masked resentment among some, and the Tremere's lies took root because they were convenient lies to believe for some. Our lands, our herds, now fresh for the taking. I cannot blame the other clans entirely, we should have known many of them would be loyal to nothing but power."
Arthur smiles, "To protect those of my Clan I fear I cannot answer this question fully. Let's just say for a great period of time I found safety out of this world"
"That is...most interesting." She admits, "I have heard of places beyond places, but like yourself, I thought many of the myth."
"Hate is a waste of time, it clouds the mind. Passion, clouds the mind, it is how the mighty fall, they pursue their passion instead of their logic. You are right to perceive the Tremere as enemies, leave it at that. Of course, if it is Golconda you seek then you may not strike out against your enemies lest you fall from your path.
"Yes, it is a..what is the term? Catch 22?"
Do you truly believe in Golconda? I've yet to meet a Kindred who has pursued that path to its end result. Perhaps it is the journey and not the destination that matters though for how can an Immortal ever find the end of the path?"[/b]
"There is much to be learned even from failure," She says, "Yet, I believe it is real. And some of the writings I have stumbled upon indicate a few have left fragments of their lessons on how to reach it."
He pauses considering his own words the continues, "Yes, the Giovanni, may but they seem to have weather the most recent storm quite well... Their treatment of the dead is abhorrent and the reason why I view them with disgust".
"Ah, you deal with the departed souls. A dangerous pursuit. Yes, the Giovanni are brutes. Yet, just as the furies have joined the Sabbat, there are rumors of powerful necromancers joining the Sabbat as well. Just rumors. And they hate the Giovanni. The Giovanni are an 'independent clan' they gloat of the inaction of the Camarilla...but now they stand alone. I do not like the Sabbat, they are mad but I am not sure they will weather what comes well at all." A knowing nod.
"That is good, true power cannot come from serving another, what can be given can be taken, to follow such creatures is folly. The Sabbat is an organization driven by hate and fear. The irony is that they are just as structured if not more so than the Camarilla. Their Freedom is an illusion. Even more the servants of the very beings they purport to hate than the Camarilla but in their rage and fear they are blinded. Though now I wonder what they will do but I suppose I don't really care".
"Yes, the Camarilla provides me temporary safety, or more accurately 'more' safety than I would have on my own. But I would be a fool to think myself safe. And I do not seek power over anything but myself. But it does appear we are all are forced to garner some measure of power for self defense. The pragmatic and the idealistic both having demands. So I must hope my meager disciplines are enough to at least discourage."
Arthur considers her question, "Yes, I suppose bending time would be accurate. Push time too far and it will destroy you so even we cannot be the Masters of time. The Eldest among us have powers that would make soul stealing seem trivial".
Arthur stops along the path and pick up a flower. He concentrates on it and hands it to Mi Hi. "I have frozen this in time. It shall never wilt, never decay, it shall ever be young and beautiful - like you. In some ways we are the same. We stay the same but we can also be destroyed. My powers cannot save it if you wish to grind it into paste".
She takes the flower and gazes at it in wonder, "An apt metaphor for us. yes. "
Arthur sighs, "A pity, I shall have to make sure you remain in existence until you do. Not that I would not thereafter but there is a purpose for which I would see you gain that Mastery. I'd like you to use this power on me..."
Arthur smiles, "We are quite similar, oddities in a world that does not understand us. Both blunt in our questions. I appreciate that about you. If the Brujah begat by Troile are fire, we begat by Brujah himself are ice. In fact, one wonders why Brujah ever chose Troile for the Embrace".
That surprises her, "You would trust me to do this with you, to you? Then... yes. If I gain the ability, I will try to aid you. It maybe quite some time." Mi-Hi looks thoughtful, "Perhaps Brujah hoped to learn something by seeing ones ideals and teachings in the hands of an opposite? Perhaps Brujah hoped to temper Troile? Obviously, it did not go well. I am glad you do not hold hate in your heart for the children of Troile. Then agian, from what you say, your passions are dimmed not enflamed. That must present its own challenges. Whatever you may think of passions, they are a driving force for most and one should try to understand them if one hopes to understand others, and perhaps even self. They should be overcome, but also recognized. Yes?"
"Indeed I do see that! I have neglected a Haven for the past few weeks I have been here. Perhaps for the time being we could stay together and learn from one another. Mutual protection from our enemies. Would you be so willing?"
She shakes her head, "No. It is too soon to trust location of my haven to anyone. I would like to meet you again, perhaps exchange knowledge, but too many stories of my kind end in 'then she was betrayed by the one she trusted'. "
"Hm...religion is my way of coping with all of this. It's not like I can switch that off. I mean, I believed when I was only human. Now? No matter if we are really Caine's descendants, all of this proves there is more. I am dead. But I'm thinking, walking, talking. That is magic. No science can explain that...and if I am walking proof that the supernatural exists, then I am certain that God exists, as well...but I never meant to be a missionary, so forgive me for babbling on about it...I'll try and not be so blatant about my beliefs next time."
"I don't want to kill your buzz or what helps you cope, just keep an eye out on who is nodding and who is scowling and adjust for audience.Same as anything else." Justina does seem thoughtful about Alyson's point though.
Alyson listens to JJ's thoughts about the Caitiff:"Aye...and if it was pre-meditated, then it will not remain a singular event. Something more will happen. And maybe it will all come together and make more sense with other puzzle pieces. I'm just wondering who of all those are players, and who are just pieces...in THIS game."
"You have a point, someone will push again. Maybe not right away, but it almost has to be sooner rather than later. They're going to want to ratchet up the tension."
Being called a prized Pokemon makes Alyson laugh:"Oh well, if thats what it all is about, she should ask me to sing the hymn at the start of those events..." She grins, JJ had been all captivated when she sung in the Veil's backroom during a private event, so some confidence was acceptable. "...but I'm not sure if I like the "become awesome or become ash"-part about that pet project of hers."
"Ha, who would? Frankly, I wish my sire would let go of the hate for Damien. He runs a club, I run a club. He was almost embraced by her, but a Kiasyd got to him first. So I was runner up. Worked out great for me. Hell, I should probably thank the guy for going all elfy so I got top pick in the Rose clan. But no, she's got her panties in a wad so now I have to act like I hate his guts and maybe even work against him if I want to progress. Waste of time. Still beats your 'awesome or ash' problem. My biggest problem is his club pinching you from me. though if you ever do perform there I'm going to tell Tolya I'm using as my unwitting spy just to keep her off my back." Clearly JJ may respect her sire, but she doesn't adore her like Alyson does Vivienne.
Getting out of the car, Alyson looks at the entrance:"Wanna hit the dancefloor for a bit or got things to do?"
"I'm feeling peckish, let's see if we can draw in some company by dancing near each other and lure them away for a meal?"
The Tattered Veil mostly plays Nu Jazz or Jazz tronica, but branches out to keep the crowdss going in. It's pretty busy as the two predators filter into the throng. The Club has it's alcoves and hidden spots for easy feeding disguised as making out, and the two attractive women raise a few eyes.
Particularly when the awe clicks on. JJ starts dancing, moving to the sounds with confidence.
"True," She concedes, "In the early times were respected, perhaps too much so, though we were always small. When Tremere committed his atrocity upon Saulot, healers and warriors were divided in how best to react to it. Thus, an already small clan, already headless, had no unity. It cost us dearly. We thought our showing other Clans a path to higher ways meant respect, but that respect had masked resentment among some, and the Tremere's lies took root because they were convenient lies to believe for some. Our lands, our herds, now fresh for the taking. I cannot blame the other clans entirely, we should have known many of them would be loyal to nothing but power."
"I would also suspect that such an event not having happened since the destruction of my Progenitor it was not known what would happen next. A pity, though I suppose the innovations of the Tremere have contributed something to our kind, at the cost of our conscience. For surely the Salubri were the conscience of our kind... But then the innocent are generally the first to fall in the rush to power".
"That is...most interesting." She admits, "I have heard of places beyond places, but like yourself, I thought many of the myth."
"Yes, we are not the lone immortals of this world".
"Yes, it is a..what is the term? Catch 22?"
Arthur shrugs, "It is not a phrase I have heard before so I will assume you are correct".
"There is much to be learned even from failure," She says, "Yet, I believe it is real. And some of the writings I have stumbled upon indicate a few have left fragments of their lessons on how to reach it."
Arthur appears interested but says nothing further on that particular subject.
"Ah, you deal with the departed souls. A dangerous pursuit. Yes, the Giovanni are brutes. Yet, just as the furies have joined the Sabbat, there are rumors of powerful necromancers joining the Sabbat as well. Just rumors. And they hate the Giovanni. The Giovanni are an 'independent clan' they gloat of the inaction of the Camarilla...but now they stand alone. I do not like the Sabbat, they are mad but I am not sure they will weather what comes well at all." A knowing nod.
"You speak of the Harbingers of Skulls, another nasty bunch. At first I thought them Samedi but they were not. I believe I know just what they are but what I am unsure of are their motivations". Arthur pauses and frowns remaining silent for a time.
"Yes, the Camarilla provides me temporary safety, or more accurately 'more' safety than I would have on my own. But I would be a fool to think myself safe. And I do not seek power over anything but myself. But it does appear we are all are forced to garner some measure of power for self defense. The pragmatic and the idealistic both having demands. So I must hope my meager disciplines are enough to at least discourage."
"Indeed, this is why I remain a scholar who does not seek to gain any political power. It keeps me safe and allows me to maintain the existence I have wanted ever since I first gazed at King Tut's tomb, one of the first for a thousand thousand years to do so. I hope to do so for a thousand thousand more".
That surprises her, "You would trust me to do this with you, to you? Then... yes. If I gain the ability, I will try to aid you. It maybe quite some time." Mi-Hi looks thoughtful, "Perhaps Brujah hoped to learn something by seeing ones ideals and teachings in the hands of an opposite? Perhaps Brujah hoped to temper Troile? Obviously, it did not go well. I am glad you do not hold hate in your heart for the children of Troile. Then agian, from what you say, your passions are dimmed not enflamed. That must present its own challenges. Whatever you may think of passions, they are a driving force for most and one should try to understand them if one hopes to understand others, and perhaps even self. They should be overcome, but also recognized. Yes?"
"In pursuit of knowledge I would risk all. When there is nothing left to learn one must expand into new areas of research.
You are most wise, were I more empathetic perhaps I would get along with others better. I seemed to have offended the Daughter earlier this evening. She took a statement made to prove a point as an affront to her blood. I did not mean to offend but then I don't particularly care that she did take offense to it. Such is my strength but also my weakness".
She shakes her head, "No. It is too soon to trust location of my haven to anyone. I would like to meet you again, perhaps exchange knowledge, but too many stories of my kind end in 'then she was betrayed by the one she trusted'. "
Arthur takes Mi Li's hand and bows kissing it, "I appreciate the time you have given to me. If you wish to speak again, and I certainly do, contact the Prince, it seems she has a way to find who she wants, when she wants".
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Arthur takes his leave of the young Salubri and begins to search for something a bit more mundane. First food - he will head to a district where the crime rate is high after all, the blood of the guilty is that which he has long sustained himself upon. Then he shall find a haven that better suits his needs.
"I don't want to kill your buzz or what helps you cope, just keep an eye out on who is nodding and who is scowling and adjust for audience.Same as anything else." Justina does seem thoughtful about Alyson's point though.
"I'll keep that in mind - thank you!"
"Ha, who would? Frankly, I wish my sire would let go of the hate for Damien. He runs a club, I run a club. He was almost embraced by her, but a Kiasyd got to him first. So I was runner up. Worked out great for me. Hell, I should probably thank the guy for going all elfy so I got top pick in the Rose clan. But no, she's got her panties in a wad so now I have to act like I hate his guts and maybe even work against him if I want to progress. Waste of time. Still beats your 'awesome or ash' problem. My biggest problem is his club pinching you from me. though if you ever do perform there I'm going to tell Tolya I'm using as my unwitting spy just to keep her off my back." Clearly JJ may respect her sire, but she doesn't adore her like Alyson does Vivienne.
"Hm...seems to have worked out pretty fine for you. Did you already have the club before? Or build it up later? I mean, I got time...maybe you shouldn't worry about me sometime performing at Damien's place, but about me opening my own club?" Alyson laughs, then continues more seriously:"Just kidding, I neither have that kind of money, nor that much ambition, I'm afraid. And even if I did, I doubt Vivienne would approve. I wonder what she's doing right now..."
"I'm feeling peckish, let's see if we can draw in some company by dancing near each other and lure them away for a meal?"
The Tattered Veil mostly plays Nu Jazz or Jazz tronica, but branches out to keep the crowdss going in. It's pretty busy as the two predators filter into the throng. The Club has it's alcoves and hidden spots for easy feeding disguised as making out, and the two attractive women raise a few eyes.
Particularly when the awe clicks on. JJ starts dancing, moving to the sounds with confidence.
"Well, I did come here because I was hoping to find a small meal before I went home. So...certainly. I appreciate the help...you know I'm not very good at this flirt stuff...just don't tell Sam, ok?"
Alyson follows JJ, trying to mimic her moves on the dancefloor. Alyson had a great sense of rhythm, and good control of her body, but she still was not used to dancing as a form of...attracting food. Being with Justina like this was as much socialising with a friend as it was a lesson.For a moment, Alyson considers also trying to awe the on-lookers with Presence, but decides that it's actually rather acceptable if JJ gets the majority of the attention. People 'checking her out' made her slightly uncomfortable...it was part of the game, part of the hunt, but she still was unfamiliar with it, and it felt even weirder that she encouraged this behaviour despite having a boyfriend - but it definitely was better than stalking people out on the streets.
Paolo came in and took the room in with a quick glance. He put on his most caring face, thinking about all the danger he faced from Lasombra hunters, and spoke.
"I'm Paolo Costa," he began, keeping his voice calm but sincere. "Hank's in some serious trouble...you might not be able to see him again. The people angry at him might decide to come for you, either to get at him or because they think you know something."
"There have been violent people in the area. I saw them chasing a woman myself just a few hours ago, but they ran off when they saw me in my car. They might know about you. You have no reason to trust me, I know. I met Hank just tonight, by pure chance. It was just after that other woman's affair. I don't know if they're connected, but he asked me to make sure you're safe. I can't say what you two have together, but you must know that he thought of you first even in desperate straits. Will you let me help you?"
Paolo dearly hoped Hank and the woman with the neo-nazis weren't connected, but he would be a fool to assume it.
"No no, I thought I'd find something for myself tonight, keeps the skills sharp. Anyone you have dibs upon? I do try to be polite."
She doesn't appear to be eying any of his personal herd, by chance or design he can't be sure.
"As you wish, my Prince. Should you change your mind, just let me know." Damien says with a smile.
"Yeah, that's my name, so you just whip up anything, even the red brew huh? How do people trust that s@*& man? I mean, you could start hooking us fast." Not exactly mannerly some anarchs.
"The amounts of the specific vitae that is mixed in with normal blood and various liquors is not enough to create a bond...even if it were, the donors for the overwhelming majority of my special concoctions are either no longer around to enforce such a thing, or are simply incapable of creating such a bond." Damien says with an almost predatory grin.
"Tell me, my dear, what brings you into my club this evening? I don't recall seeing you here before."
"I would also suspect that such an event not having happened since the destruction of my Progenitor it was not known what would happen next. A pity, though I suppose the innovations of the Tremere have contributed something to our kind, at the cost of our conscience. For surely the Salubri were the conscience of our kind... But then the innocent are generally the first to fall in the rush to power".
She nods at his point.
"You speak of the Harbingers of Skulls, another nasty bunch. At first I thought them Samedi but they were not. I believe I know just what they are but what I am unsure of are their motivations". Arthur pauses and frowns remaining silent for a time.
"Their chief motivation seems to be to destroy the Giovaanni. Other than that," A shrug quite elegant.
"In pursuit of knowledge I would risk all. When there is nothing left to learn one must expand into new areas of research.
You are most wise, were I more empathetic perhaps I would get along with others better. I seemed to have offended the Daughter earlier this evening. She took a statement made to prove a point as an affront to her blood. I did not mean to offend but then I don't particularly care that she did take offense to it. Such is my strength but also my weakness".
"Whether the fish or bird is most flawed depends on the medium they move through I suppose." She ponders, "The Daughter did seem distraught both are your tying her bloodline to Caitiff and her slip with me. I suspect she is a good if odd soul, but she is passionate, yes."
Arthur takes Mi Li's hand and bows kissing it, "I appreciate the time you have given to me. If you wish to speak again, and I certainly do, contact the Prince, it seems she has a way to find who she wants, when she wants".
"Yes, the Prince is... a bit frightening. But then, she must be to be Prince I suppose." She does not take offense at the hand kissing, "I hope to meet you again, Arthur."
And Mi-Hi withdraws.
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Technically the name of the district is Low Garden, originally it was "Lowe's Garden' after some long gone mortal family. Now it is better known as The Lows, a place where bad things happen but it's okay because it's probably happening to bad people and if they aren't bad why are the living in the Lows in the first place? Police are rare, violence is high, and good folks try to pretend this part of the city does not exist.
"Hm...seems to have worked out pretty fine for you. Did you already have the club before? Or build it up later? I mean, I got time...maybe you shouldn't worry about me sometime performing at Damien's place, but about me opening my own club?" Alyson laughs, then continues more seriously:"Just kidding, I neither have that kind of money, nor that much ambition, I'm afraid. And even if I did, I doubt Vivienne would approve. I wonder what she's doing right now..."
"Your sire is hard for me to get a read on," She admits, "Maybe some music deal outside the city pulled her away? I know she wouldn't blow the prince off on purpose. Too much to lose for your bloodline. I don't claim knowing one or even two means I know them all, but it seems to me your bloodline tends to put the music first before poitics or anything else. Which I, as a Torrie, can respect. Don't worry, she'll be back soon enough. She'll probably want to hear your views on the meeting she missed."
"Well, I did come here because I was hoping to find a small meal before I went home. So...certainly. I appreciate the help...you know I'm not very good at this flirt stuff...just don't tell Sam, ok?"
Justinia looks a bit amuse at something, then says, "I think he'd understand given the nature of things as long as you don't throw it in his face. It's cool though. Mum's the word." Unlike Alyson, JJ is quite comfortable with using her charms to hunt ruthlessly.
For a moment, Alyson considers also trying to awe the on-lookers with Presence, but decides that it's actually rather acceptable if JJ gets the majority of the attention. People 'checking her out' made her slightly uncomfortable...it was part of the game, part of the hunt, but she still was unfamiliar with it, and it felt even weirder that she encouraged this behaviour despite having a boyfriend - but it definitely was better than stalking people out on the streets.
The result works well...while JJ gets the Lions attention, there are always guys with friends or wingmen who drift to other women near their freind's target so while JJ flirts with one forward fellow, a slightly shier guy walks up to Alyson and offers to dance with her, or get her a drink... "or something?"
This particular guy is a bit on the lean side, but healthy, fit.
Apparently his name is Rich
Arthur enters the Lows and begins his hunt.
"I'm Paolo Costa," he began, keeping his voice calm but sincere. "Hank's in some serious trouble...you might not be able to see him again. The people angry at him might decide to come for you, either to get at him or because they think you know something."
"There have been violent people in the area. I saw them chasing a woman myself just a few hours ago, but they ran off when they saw me in my car. They might know about you. You have no reason to trust me, I know. I met Hank just tonight, by pure chance. It was just after that other woman's affair. I don't know if they're connected, but he asked me to make sure you're safe. I can't say what you two have together, but you must know that he thought of you first even in desperate straits. Will you let me help you?"
Paolo dearly hoped Hank and the woman with the neo-nazis weren't connected, but he would be a fool to assume it.
Were she not worried for Hank, Contessa might not have let the rather plain man this far, but she listens, and she appears to believe him even as she confesses confusion.
"Wait, slow down? I mean, yes, I'll let you help me but why would anyone be after Hank? He didn't gamble, so it can't be owing money, and... violent? I don't mean to be rude I thought this a good neighborhood. Shouldn't we call the police?" She says trying to process all this "Give me the details. Just who are these violent people? WHY would they be after my boyfriend? let alone a threat to me?" A deep breath, "And I'm sorry if I seem pushy but...this is terrifying and I was already worried for him. You want me to get you a drink while you explain?"
The irony of a mortal asking that while she's just enclosed herself in with a vampire is almost tangible.
"The amounts of the specific vitae that is mixed in with normal blood and various liquors is not enough to create a bond...even if it were, the donors for the overwhelming majority of my special concoctions are either no longer around to enforce such a thing, or are simply incapable of creating such a bond." Damien says with an almost predatory grin.
"Tell me, my dear, what brings you into my club this evening? I don't recall seeing you here before."
"huh,but we have your word on that it's safe. Big gamble. But...if true, I can see why your'e in demand. " Misty admits.
"What brings me here? Just checking out new places to catch a bite, see if the music's any good."
That last, his discipline tells him, was a blatant lie.
Arthur enters the Lows and begins his hunt.
Logic dictates may sound like a punchline placed by a pop culture phenomenon, but in truth, logic does have certain guidance. Logic would indeed dictate that those who threaten to destablize a society upon which one relies are less needed than those who support it. It behooves the predator in question to remove the trouble makers, the destructive ones, rather than those who work in relative harmony in the ecosysstem.
Case in point... the man spraying graffitti? hardly a great threat. The woman prostituting herself at a corner? No.
But the man standing over the unconscious homeless in the alley he just rolled and who looks ready to finish the bum off even though there is no need to do so? HE is a more acceptable meal.
Closing behind him, Arthur latches onto the burly brute's neck, the man's eyes roll in the back of his head, as Arthur feasts.
"huh,but we have your word on that it's safe. Big gamble. But...if true, I can see why your'e in demand. " Misty admits.
"What brings me here? Just checking out new places to catch a bite, see if the music's any good."
That last, his discipline tells him, was a blatant lie.
"Come now...I know my club has a bit of a reputation for being...high-end and catering to those in search of something specific...most folks don't just drop by." Dropping his glasses ever so briefly, he says, "Why don't you tell me what really brought you in tonight?"
"If I were doing something untoward with my drinks, don't you think that there would be a larger crowd in here right now?" Damien comments, taking note of Misty's lie.
He adds with a devilish grin, "Seriously, at the prices I charge, if I were bonding everyone don't you think I'd have everyone in the city in here handing over their bank accounts?"
"Tell me, what did you think of the prince's treatment of that Caitiff wretch earlier...keep your words quiet though, she's just on the other side of the club...Auspex you know."
"Wait, slow down? I mean, yes, I'll let you help me but why would anyone be after Hank? He didn't gamble, so it can't be owing money, and... violent? I don't mean to be rude I thought this a good neighborhood. Shouldn't we call the police?" She says trying to process all this "Give me the details. Just who are these violent people? WHY would they be after my boyfriend? let alone a threat to me?" A deep breath, "And I'm sorry if I seem pushy but...this is terrifying and I was already worried for him. You want me to get you a drink while you explain?"
The irony of a mortal asking that while she's just enclosed herself in with a vampire is almost tangible.
"No, thank you," Paolo said. I'll drink later.
"Hank didn't have much time to explain things, and he was in a state, but the people angry with him have some kind of connections with the police. I think they might be organized crime or something like that. All I know is that he did something that made them mad. Maybe he saw things he shouldn't have? It doesn't take much for those sorts." Paolo gestured helplessly.
"For right now, it's not safe for you to be on the police radar. This is a good neighborhood -I live here myself- but you might not be safe here just now. Is your name on the property? Do the utility bills come to you? Have you ordered anything line and had it shipped here? Those are ways people could find you and Hank was terrified of that."
"Would you let me take you someplace safe? My house, I mean. I promise this isn't like it sounds. I'm not...interested in women that way." Paolo offered a feeble smile, "I can show you some pictures to prove it?" The benefits of digitizing youthful indiscretion, plus Jacob's combined libido and sense of humor.
Time for the big guns. "It if helps, you have my word as a Christian." Paolo fished the wooden crucifix he wore out from around his neck and gently kissed it. "It's not far, but there's nothing connecting us so there's no reason that those people should look there. Bring your phone -but please turn it off, because they can trace a live phone by its SMS card and the GPS inside- a bag, anything you need for a few nights"
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Marcus will get Jeffry Wilcox contact information from his father and then be dropped off and have Pete forget he ever met him. Then Marcus is going to go find a second officer to start ghouling on the campus police force, and finally Marcus will pull up in his secure haven and find a horse to ride, a mortal to control for the rest of the night so he can spy on a few things.
Arthur will take enough blood to make the man unconscious.
Afterwards, he will remove the man's wallet to ascertain his address, if the man has cash money, Arthur will take three quarters and give the other quarter to the homeless man.
If the man lives close enough, Arthur will bring him home to determine if his house is suitable for Arthur's needs. Pictures of children in the wallet will make such an event less likely but one has to check before one can know. If it seems the man does not live alone, he will consider what to do next.
"Come now...I know my club has a bit of a reputation for being...high-end and catering to those in search of something specific...most folks don't just drop by." Dropping his glasses ever so briefly, he says, "Why don't you tell me what really brought you in tonight?"
Misty is an anarch, and anarchs prize themselves on their rebellious natures. So Misty would probably be mortified to find herself falling into the strange kindred's gaze and answering "Fang wanted me to scope the place out. He thinks that while this isn't an Elysium yet, it might be, and before it is we best learn all about it. I'm to find out who the regular licks are who favor the place, and who works here."
"If I were doing something untoward with my drinks, don't you think that there would be a larger crowd in here right now?" Damien comments, taking note of Misty's lie.
He adds with a devilish grin, "Seriously, at the prices I charge, if I were bonding everyone don't you think I'd have everyone in the city in here handing over their bank accounts?"
"Maybe you're subtle? Maybe you're nuts. YOu Kiasyd have weird reps. Halfway expect you to turn straw to gold."
"Tell me, what did you think of the prince's treatment of that Caitiff wretch earlier...keep your words quiet though, she's just on the other side of the club...Auspex you know."
Misty makes a face, "She's a racist b$!$* for all her talk of diversity. The anarchs would have taken him and she still put him out into the sun? Shows you what a tyrant she is. She's all for you as long as you amuse her and serve her. Otherwise, it's anything from get shut out tp kiss the sun. I don't care if she is Fang's Sire, I hope she catches fire."
"No, thank you," Paolo said. I'll drink later.
"Hank didn't have much time to explain things, and he was in a state, but the people angry with him have some kind of connections with the police. I think they might be organized crime or something like that. All I know is that he did something that made them mad. Maybe he saw things he shouldn't have? It doesn't take much for those sorts." Paolo gestured helplessly.
"Organized crime?? Like drug lords or something? That...this is nuts."
"For right now, it's not safe for you to be on the police radar. This is a good neighborhood -I live here myself- but you might not be safe here just now. Is your name on the property? Do the utility bills come to you? Have you ordered anything line and had it shipped here? Those are ways people could find you and Hank was terrified of that.""Would you let me take you someplace safe? My house, I mean. I promise this isn't like it sounds. I'm not...interested in women that way." Paolo offered a feeble smile, "I can show you some pictures to prove it?"
"I try not to judge, it's 2017, you know? I just.. the cops? This.. doesn't make any sense. Hank and I are both law abiding people. Police connections on that level with organized crime just isn't that common, is it?" He might be losing her "Even if it was, he'd just try to get to the FBI or something."
"It if helps, you have my word as a Christian." Paolo fished the wooden crucifix he wore out from around his neck and gently kissed it. "It's not far, but there's nothing connecting us so there's no reason that those people should look there. Bring your phone -but please turn it off, because they can trace a live phone by its SMS card and the GPS inside- a bag, anything you need for a few nights"
"I .. give me a second, I need to think this through."
Marcus will get Jeffry Wilcox contact information from his father and then be dropped off and have Pete forget he ever met him. Then Marcus is going to go find a second officer to start ghouling on the campus police force, and finally Marcus will pull up in his secure haven and find a horse to ride, a mortal to control for the rest of the night so he can spy on a few things.
Information collected, Pete will not remember a thing, and Marcus finds another officer, one Stephanie Grey. About thirty six, she is trying to stay in shape and seems worried about too much sugar in her coffee. A few mesmerizing words, and she has no problem sucking down a drollop of vitae. Good. slowly the seeds of his control spread.
Arthur will take enough blood to make the man unconscious.
Afterwards, he will remove the man's wallet to ascertain his address, if the man has cash money, Arthur will take three quarters and give the other quarter to the homeless man.
If the man lives close enough, Arthur will bring him home to determine if his house is suitable for Arthur's needs. Pictures of children in the wallet will make such an event less likely but one has to check before one can know. If it seems the man does not live alone, he will consider what to do next.
The brute lays there helpless. It turns out he has $352 dollars in his wallet and no family photos... so handing 88 to the poor bum, and keeping the rest for himself, Arthur finds that the man lives in a squalid apartment. It isn't large, but it only has one window and that window doesn't even shine on the sleeping area. There is a fire escape outside one can use for ingress and egress if one wishes to avoid the hallways. Whether this suits him or not, only he can say.
"Your sire is hard for me to get a read on," She admits, "Maybe some music deal outside the city pulled her away? I know she wouldn't blow the prince off on purpose. Too much to lose for your bloodline. I don't claim knowing one or even two means I know them all, but it seems to me your bloodline tends to put the music first before poitics or anything else. Which I, as a Torrie, can respect. Don't worry, she'll be back soon enough. She'll probably want to hear your views on the meeting she missed."
"Well, music is our life. You know how people joke online that their life should have a Soundtrack? Well, ours has. Vivienne is in Europe, all I know. I suppose it's not so easy to make it back here, also with the time difference and all that..." When Justina mentions that Vivienne would probably want to hear about the meeting, Alyson bites her lower lip:"Oh my...do you think I embarrassed her with my outburst? I hope the Harpy's don't have that reflect badly on my 'upbringing'!", clearly, she is in distress over the possibility of Vivienne disapproving her behaviour
The result works well...while JJ gets the Lions attention, there are always guys with friends or wingmen who drift to other women near their freind's target so while JJ flirts with one forward fellow, a slightly shier guy walks up to Alyson and offers to dance with her, or get her a drink... "or something?"
This particular guy is a bit on the lean side, but healthy, fit.
Apparently his name is Rich.
Alyson dances with 'Rich', but makes sure to stay close enough to Justina to avoid getting separated. Lifting her hands, she dances in a pose that would leave her open, while not being risque enough to be considered inviting...if he doesn't try to grope a feel, she'll answer:"Rich? As in Richard? Me and my friend just hit the floor, but I'd be up for a Jägerbomb in a Song or two?"
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Marcus is going to start trolling using the mortal to see if he can find who made the catiff. He will start near the scene of the crime as it were and move out in circles. He will also have some anonymous checking done on financial records in the surrounding area to see if he can detect any patterns using his mule and a coffee shop internet link.
Misty is an anarch, and anarchs prize themselves on their rebellious natures. So Misty would probably be mortified to find herself falling into the strange kindred's gaze and answering "Fang wanted me to scope the place out. He thinks that while this isn't an Elysium yet, it might be, and before it is we best learn all about it. I'm to find out who the regular licks are who favor the place, and who works here."
"Well you can tell Fang that it is my club and the clientele are those who seek something unusual and have the means...be it monetary or favors...to acquire such."
"Maybe you're subtle? Maybe you're nuts. You Kiasyd have weird reps. Halfway expect you to turn straw to gold."
Damien lets out a small laugh, "I've been accused of many things over the years, but that is a new one even for me." he says, maintaining the idle chatter before digging deeper into what he truly wants to know.
Misty makes a face, "She's a racist b~!## for all her talk of diversity. The anarchs would have taken him and she still put him out into the sun? Shows you what a tyrant she is. She's all for you as long as you amuse her and serve her. Otherwise, it's anything from get shut out to kiss the sun. I don't care if she is Fang's Sire, I hope she catches fire."
Damien raises his eyebrows at the outburst. "The opinion is respectable but perhaps overly strong...surely you understand the dangers to us all for a true Caitiff...no one to teach him the traditions, if were to do something...even unintentional...to violate the masquerade it would mean doom for us all. Yes we are powerful, but we are sorely outnumbered."
Dropping his glasses again momentarily, he says, "You seem to have a very strong opinion about this Caitiff. Tell me why."
Using a hammer and a few nails, he also breaks down a chair to nail the door solidly shut with the seat and the backing. Arthur then locks the door to the apartment and places as much furniture to bar the door as exists in the home with the exception of the bed and the mattress which he will sleep under. Arthur plans to nail the window shut when he is ready for sleep.
The legs of the chair he whittles down to fine points for four more stakes, one never knows when one will need stakes after all.
Along the single window Arthur hangs all of the linens of the household to ensure that even over the grimy window there can be no light coming through the apartment at any point in the day.
He utilizes the man's clothing to tie him up in layer upon layer. The man's mouth is firmly closed with a sock and taped over. He leaves the man's nose free for breathing as Arthur is not ready to kill the man, at least not yet. Tying it triple knotted to ensure it is not going anywhere, he places the man on a pile of towels in the closet to sleep off his loss of blood.
Does the man have a phone? Arthur looks at the device and scowls, he may well need to attempt to use it to block attempts for the man's acquaintances, such as they may be, from visiting during the day.
"Well, music is our life. You know how people joke online that their life should have a Soundtrack? Well, ours has. Vivienne is in Europe, all I know. I suppose it's not so easy to make it back here, also with the time difference and all that..." When Justina mentions that Vivienne would probably want to hear about the meeting, Alyson bites her lower lip:"Oh my...do you think I embarrassed her with my outburst? I hope the Harpy's don't have that reflect badly on my 'upbringing'!", clearly, she is in distress over the possibility of Vivienne disapproving her behaviour
"Relax," Justina assures her, "Alyson, you are so talented I'm jealous, but honestly, you're a bit of a mama's girl. It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. Besides, you've been presented. They don't own us after that though it is a bad idea to tick them off yes. But you were passionate about what you believed in, and ... well, the guy said your blood line came from Caitff. Heck, Vivienne probably would have offered to sing him an aria that would have his ears bleeding for that. So I think she'd be proud of you sticking up for the D O C. Okay?" A smile.
Alyson dances with 'Rich', but makes sure to stay close enough to Justina to avoid getting separated. Lifting her hands, she dances in a pose that would leave her open, while not being risque enough to be considered inviting...if he doesn't try to grope a feel, she'll answer(otherwise she'd ignore him and look for someone else):"Rich? As in Richard? Me and my friend just hit the floor, but I'd be up for a Jägerbomb in a Song or two?"
Rich isn't as confident a dancer as his buddy with JJ is, but he's not bad, has some good steps, and most importantly isn't all handsy.
"Yeah," A bit sheepish, "Short for Richard, it beats the other nick name, you know? And sure, my treat."
Justina is a bit ahead of her, and probably leads her own prey away after a song and a half. Looking for a place to 'make out'. Leaving Alyson alone on her own for hunting now. The second song ends, and she and Rich head to the bar.
Alyson is conflicted about this style of hunting. Other vampires use seduction so easily, but..well, her name has changed but old habits. Also, Sam says he understands but feeding can be so intimate. And.. argh!
Deeper down though is the Beast, and while it is not seething now ,she knows its' power. It knows no shame, and very little restraint.
"I .. give me a second, I need to...
"I know it sounds crazy. I wish I had more to tell you, but Hank didn't have much time to explain things and he was more worried about you than himself."
Marcus is going to start trolling using the mortal to see if he can find who made the catiff. He will start near the scene of the crime as it were and move out in circles. He will also have some anonymous checking done on financial records in the surrounding area to see if he can detect any patterns using his mule and a coffee shop internet link.
Possessing Herb is easy, Herb has been so conditioned over time that Marcus could slip into his body in his sleep just about. Herb is average, average looks, average height, average weight, and he's got that nondescript blandness that means he most poliee reports on him would say 'some guy, brownish hair, kind of brownish I think eyes'. In short, he geets overlooked which works for Marcus' purposes right now.
The restaurant doesn't look like a crime scene, it looks like everything is going along smoothly. It's very much in demand this place.
"Well you can tell Fang that it is my club and the clientele are those who seek something unusual and have the means...be it monetary or favors...to acquire such."
"I'll tell him," She says, perhaps unaware how much that sounds like compliance.
Damien lets out a small laugh, "I've been accused of many things over the years, but that is a new one even for me." he says, maintaining the idle chatter before digging deeper into what he truly wants to know.
"well grimm fairtyale s~%& anyway." A shrug.
Damien raises his eyebrows at the outburst. "The opinion is respectable but perhaps overly strong...surely you understand the dangers to us all for a true Caitiff...no one to teach him the traditions, if were to do something...even unintentional...to violate the masquerade it would mean doom for us all. Yes we are powerful, but we are sorely outnumbered."
"The anarchs would have taught him."She snorts.
Dropping his glasses again momentarily, he says, "You seem to have a very strong opinion about this Caitiff. Tell me why."
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"I'm Brujah, we always have strong opinions..." Mist glazes a bit, "My sire came this close to leaving me, just biting and running, could have been a Caitiff. Fang's a malk, but he told me who my sire was, gave me a chance to learn more from my clan, and so I wouldn't be destroyed. So yeah, I'm a little touchy about it."
the truth it appears all around. he's pretty sure she didn't put the bite on the man.
"I'll tell him," She says, perhaps unaware how much that sounds like compliance.
"well grimm fairtyale s%+~ anyway." A shrug.
"The anarchs would have taught him."She snorts.
"I'm Brujah, we always have strong opinions..." Mist glazes a bit, "My sire came this close to leaving me, just biting and running, could have been a Caitiff. Fang's a malk, but he told me who my sire was, gave me a chance to learn more from my clan, and so I wouldn't be destroyed. So yeah, I'm a little touchy about it."
the truth it appears all around. he's pretty sure she didn't put the bite on the man.
"Thank you for your candor, Misty. At least you have a reason for your convictions on the subject...far too many cling to things too tightly for too little reasons." Damien says with a soft smile.
"As it is, my dear, I have a business to run and have taken up enough of your time for now. Are you sure that I can't get you anything? First one's on the house...within reason that is."
The phone is of a cheaper model, and the battery easily removed if he wishes. the man only has three folks regularly. One apparently, judging by 'text messages' can hook him up with 'stuff'.
it's very vague.
It is 3:59 in the morning. Sunrise is expected around 6:35 or so.
"I .. give me a second, I need to..."I know it sounds crazy. I wish I had more to tell you, but Hank didn't have much time to explain things and he was more worried about you than himself."
"I'm sorry I just..I barely know you. I can't just run off, but if you'll stay in touch? I'll go get a hotel instead. I won't stay here tonight just to be safe."
Arthur sighs, "I'll have to have one of the younger Kindred translate for me".
"Relax," Justina assures her, "Alyson, you are so talented I'm jealous, but honestly, you're a bit of a mama's girl. It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. Besides, you've been presented. They don't own us after that though it is a bad idea to tick them off yes. But you were passionate about what you believed in, and ... well, the guy said your blood line came from Caitff. Heck, Vivienne probably would have offered to sing him an aria that would have his ears bleeding for that. So I think she'd be proud of you sticking up for the D O C. Okay?" A smile.
Alyson smiles back, visibly a bit more at ease:"Thank you...I appreciate your kind words...lets head inside..."
Rich isn't as confident a dancer as his buddy with JJ is, but he's not bad, has some good steps, and most importantly isn't all handsy.
"Yeah," A bit sheepish, "Short for Richard, it beats the other nick name, you know? And sure, my treat."
Justina is a bit ahead of her, and probably leads her own prey away after a song and a half. Looking for a place to 'make out'. Leaving Alyson alone on her own for hunting now. The second song ends, and she and Rich head to the bar.
Alyson is conflicted about this style of hunting. Other vampires use seduction so easily, but..well, her name has changed but old habits. Also, Sam says he understands but feeding can be so intimate. And.. argh!
Deeper down though is the Beast, and while it is not seething now ,she knows its' power. It knows no shame, and very little restraint.
"The other nickname?....ooh! Pleased to meet you, Rich-"
Alyson eyes Justina as she leads her 'meal' off towards a make-out spot. It seemed so natural for her...then again, she didn't have a boyfriend...not to Alysons knowledge, at least.
A short while(and about a song) later, she finds herself at the bar, waiting for her drink. Indicating the direction of some alcoves, she comments: "So, I guess my friend found herself some other company...you here with anybody, Rich?"
The beast was always hungry...always there...Alyson knew that. And that it could only be pacified, for a while, by sating that hunger. Keeping as much Vitae in her system as she could helped her keep the Devil at bay...for that was clearly what the Beast really was - and she had no intent of falling under his sway again, even if it meant 'hunting' for that Vitae in such a way.
"Thank you for your candor, Misty. At least you have a reason for your convictions on the subject...far too many cling to things too tightly for too little reasons." Damien says with a soft smile.
"I'm an Anarch, supposed to be all bout freedom right?" A snort but she seems more respectful than before as she comes out of the mesmeriztaion more fully.
"As it is, my dear, I have a business to run and have taken up enough of your time for now. Are you sure that I can't get you anything? First one's on the house...within reason that is."
"Fine, just the regular red or whatever code you use." She says, guarded, but willing to give it a shot.
In the background, the Prince has vanished, but so has a young man so..perhaps ladies don't lick and tell.
[Dice=int+inv]6d10
[Dice=perc+alert]3d10
[Dice=wits+street]3d10
Marcus knows the sheriff possibly searched the area, but then, what if someone wanted to make sure hank was found? Might that someone not keep an eye on him until someone like the sheriff came in? What if they did care about the Masquerade? then...
Herb is not a climber. But Marcus guides him to the ledges of the buildings near the alleyway and searches there. Huh, it could be coincidence, but hey, is this a matchbox? Who uses these anymore? It says The Red Petunia Hotel? Where is...
And then something pushes him, and Herb is falling!
Marcus knows that if Herb dies while he is in him, he could go into torpor himself.
Arthur sighs, "I'll have to have one of the younger Kindred translate for me".
** spoiler omitted **
"The other nickname?....ooh! Pleased to meet you, Rich-"
Alyson eyes Justina as she leads her 'meal' off towards a make-out spot. It seemed so natural for her...then again, she didn't have a boyfriend...not to Alysons knowledge, at least.
A short while(and about a song) later, she finds herself at the bar, waiting for her drink. Indicating the direction of some alcoves, she comments: "So, I guess my friend found herself some other company...you here with anybody, Rich?"
"I came in with Max," He looks at the same alcove, "But it looks like your friend and mine have hit it off. She seems nice."
Rich waits for his own drink "Your dancing, you have some really good rhythm."
The beast was always hungry...always there...Alyson knew that. And that it could only be pacified, for a while, by sating that hunger. Keeping as much Vitae in her system as she could helped her keep the Devil at bay...for that was clearly what the Beast really was - and she had no intent of falling under his sway again, even if it meant 'hunting' for that Vitae in such a way.
Daughters of Cachophony are easy distracted by that inner soundtrack she told Justinia of. But even now she's aware of Rich, not in the way he'd like to be aware no doubt. She can watch the pulse move along his neck. Notice the healthy flush of his skin. That's one of the problems with feeding. You have to do it, but the closer you get to the act, the stronger the pull to feed gets.
"I'm an Anarch, supposed to be all bout freedom right?" A snort but she seems more respectful than before as she comes out of the mesmeriztaion more fully.
"I suppose that would appropriate." Damien condedes with a small laugh and a grin.
"Fine, just the regular red or whatever code you use." She says, guarded, but willing to give it a shot.
"No need to use any sort of codes in this part of the club. The private club is for those in the know only. But really? Standard blood? With so many choices that's what you pick?" Damien playfully admonishes. "Tell you what, let me make a drink for you, I promise no kindred vitae involved. You are welcome to watch while I make the drink for you."
Damien quickly hops behind the bar and looks among the various libations coming up with a suitable drink.
While clearly not his best work, it's still more interesting that standard blood. Sniffing the mixing glass, he comments to himself more than anyone else, "Would likely be better with just a dash of Ravnos, but that is in such short supply theses days."
In the background, the Prince has vanished, but so has a young man so..perhaps ladies don't lick and tell.
Taking note that the Prince has likely slipped away with one of the blood-dolls, Damien thinks, Who am I to tell her no?
Arthur closes the phone opens the window closing it behind him.
He makes his way down the fire escape and walks to the Copperhead Shed looking for some young Licks to assist him with this phone.
"I'm sorry I just..I barely know you. I can't just run off, but if you'll stay in touch? I'll go get a hotel instead. I won't stay here tonight just to be safe."
Paolo blinked, then realized he'd failed to think of that.
"You're right. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me not to think about. Can I give you my phone number? And would you like for me to see you there? I understand if you'd rather not."