And if even half of what they were saying is true, then Kevin and his family were already dead.But, the rational side of his brain prevails. If we charge in there without a plan or backup, all we'll accomplish is getting mulched.
""...so, what you're saying is we need a plan and an army." He says, his eyes flashing with enraged determination.
"Or a really good team."
"We're working on that," D-man tells you, "Can't say they'll all be soldiers... we need clean up and cover too, but by the time ash settles, the guys who killed your friend will know we were here."
"I'm gonna sing over their ashes," Natalie finally seems to pull together though she too feels an urge to take her revenge hot.
"Music to our ears," TC says, "Let's get back to casa de Chaos or whatever we're calling it."
And they guide you to the vehicle to get out of this comercialized pop rock bubble gum blood bank someone calls a club.
When you get back, you have a wide choice of rooms, and you notice that the bedroom windows have either very heavy curtains, or are angled so they send light near the bed.
"Dead or not," Natalie says "Can I sleep with you?"
A now shaking Michael takes in his bedroom before turning to Natalie and pulling her into a hug--a cold one, but a needed one nonetheless.
"Please."
Dylan nods and whispers back, "Odd and unnatural but I guess I'll get used to it. We should probably talk about it not in front of her...
I knocked him out, should we alert the campus police to where he is?"
Lawrence closed his eyes shut hard and concentrated, there was something there, behind his forehead, a string that he pulls. The opening of his third eye allows him to see everything.
He's not drowning, he's drinking.
He's not dying, he's dead.
He sees the Anarchs with their green scales, white scales, and red scales. He sees the Sabbat, with their black scales.
A black scaled hands reaches for a fire in the sky. Once a phoenix, now the sun.The incomparable pleasure of seeing the lizards with shed skins floods his senses. He was right. He f*~!ing loves being right. A pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Vindication. Vindication undercut by the price he paid, his arm was covered in green scales.
Lawrence awakes from his vision, a newly minted lizardperson.
"You son of a ..." Samantha's voice as she glares at Behemoth nearby, "It felt so good, and I feel so strong, but now there's a pit in my gut and I feel hollow, hungry, thristy, all at once ..."
Behemoth shrugs, and says in a slavic accent, "You pretend you are not pleased, but you are wanting more blood. Makes cranky. You see. We feed you."
Mei is on the floor near Márohu, her eyes opening.
Márohu looks at her new childe, "You're a good huntress, you'll be fine among the gangrel. Traditionally we'd give you a few nights to learn to survive, but you'll be tested another way."
Writhe looks at you, "You're a Lizard, Harry." She has hauled in a body bag, but whoever in it is alive, or at least moving, "And you're probably hungry."
You feel power, you still ride high on being RIGHT, Damn it.
But you feel a thirst growing too.
"I w-wont kill th-them."
He needed to feed. I won't let this break me. But...what if it's tainted blood? No. They need me to defend the city. They wouldn't try to poison me. Yet. Still, need to be careful.
Lawrence lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "*Cough* *Hack* *Ptew* A gob of black-red blood makes up his spit. He stares in disdain at the newly befouled habit in his fingers.
With the hunger urging him on, Lawrence opens the body bag like a kid opening a candy wrapper.
A now shaking Michael takes in his bedroom before turning to Natalie and pulling her into a hug--a cold one, but a needed one nonetheless.
"Please."
Your bedroom has a kingsize , pretty lush. the two of you fall on the bed and hold.
You can feel a weariness descend, so can Natalie, but she says "I was actually ENJOYING this before we found out about kevin and his family. Immortal, beautiful,sounded like a pretty good gig. Am I a selfish b**ch?"
Dylan nods and whispers back, "Odd and unnatural but I guess I'll get used to it. We should probably talk about it not in front of her...
I knocked him out, should we alert the campus police to where he is?"
"I'll alert them, and handle it." His flesh grows more flush, and he seems to be breathing! "And show you how to do this later. Your choice, head back to my office, my ghoul will take care of you, or head on to your usual bedroom and hide UNDER Your bed so the sun doesn't get you."
Something about Natalie's words causes a spark to catch in Michael's heart. The 'heat' spreads to his limbs, his throat, creeping behind his eyes...
*Is* she a selfish one? It asks.
Michael winces and forces himself to blink several times, pulling down the 'heat' and wrenching it into his gut. Still it roils and seethes, boiling and demanding release.
"...you're not selfish at all." He sighs. "If it were just me, I'd have snapped this up, too."
"But..." He grimaces as a droplet of... blood? Forms in the corner of his eye. "...dammit, I don't even know what I'm angry about more... hell, I don't even remember the last time I've been this angry."
listen she saw alot of bodies that couldn't be explained away and saw me kill people. She is on this side of the fence now and she wants to cover my back. She is coming also because I can't protect her from this war and Alejandro knows where she lives and can still sell her out over and over. This is the better play Morgrym says as he walks in holding his side a bit.
son of a b*tch, forgot the vest one time and catch some wood shrapnel killing Gino.
"I w-wont kill th-them."
He needed to feed. I won't let this break me. But...what if it's tainted blood? No. They need me to defend the city. They wouldn't try to poison me. Yet. Still, need to be careful.
Lawrence lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "*Cough* *Hack* *Ptew* A gob of black-red blood makes up his spit. He stares in disdain at the newly befouled habit in his fingers.
With the hunger urging him on, Lawrence opens the body bag like a kid opening a candy wrapper.
Out comes a tormented looking man, wrists still bound, and legs, but he sees you, "The blood, give it to me. Give me your blood pale man! you must be one of them, the others I killed,i drank from, unsatisfying, unpalatable...lies!"
Márohu bends down, "This is the Encanto slicer, or whatever you call him. He's a threat to our secrecy, and.. has killed several." Her finger nail grows sharp, and she cuts him in front of you, and in front of the others, blood wells up on the murderer's neck.
Samantha starts to approach, cautiously, she sniffs the air.
But Mei's eyes glow and she seems to lose it as the beast inside her howls , THIS is the man she's been hunting. And while it was as a reporter she hunted him, now she is a predator, and she acts acccordingly, leaping beside you and biting the now revealed ex Ghoul. Her fangs almost feline she nips, then plunges greedily into the wound she's caused, gulping.
Kneeling, Lawrence bites down on the man, and drinks greedily.
"Your office.
I don't think I'm ready to be thrown out of the nest just yet".
As they walk, "Professor, instead of fangs just dropping, my tongue literally flew out of my mouth when I went to... drink that guy's blood, what's the all about? It's not in any Vampire movies I've ever seen."
Michael winces and forces himself to blink several times, pulling down the 'heat' and wrenching it into his gut. Still it roils and seethes, boiling and demanding release.
"...you're not selfish at all." He sighs. "If it were just me, I'd have snapped this up, too."
"But..." He grimaces as a droplet of... blood? Forms in the corner of his eye. "...dammit, I don't even know what I'm angry about more... hell, I don't even remember the last time I've been this angry."
"TC says you're Brujah, that you're...passionate...and that sometimes 'frenzy' easier than other clans? I don't know what that means exactly, something to do with the Beast inside us...so on. We're getting a rather rushed education," She leans against you, laying, "I'm Toreador, Beauty tends to yank us out of the moment but even we can frenzy. The colors I see now, the sounds I hear. It's like nothing I can explain." a stroke along your chest, "Listen, I want you to try to hold on what's best in yourself. Okay? You help me do the same."
"TC says you're Brujah, that you're...passionate...and that sometimes 'frenzy' easier than other clans? I don't know what that means exactly, something to do with the Beast inside us...so on. We're getting a rather rushed education," She leans against you, laying, "I'm Toreador, Beauty tends to yank us out of the moment but even we can frenzy. The colors I see now, the sounds I hear. It's like nothing I can explain." a stroke along your chest, "Listen, I want you to try to hold on what's best in yourself. Okay? You help me do the same."
Michael winces and forces himself to blink several times, pulling down the 'heat' and wrenching it into his gut. Still it roils and seethes, boiling and demanding release.
"...you're not selfish at all." He sighs. "If it were just me, I'd have snapped this up, too."
"But..." He grimaces as a droplet of... blood? Forms in the corner of his eye. "...dammit, I don't even know what I'm angry about more... hell, I don't even remember the last time I've been this angry."
Michael listens, his eyes softening and his hand coming up to caress Natalie's cheek.
"I will. I swear."
listen she saw alot of bodies that couldn't be explained away and saw me kill people. She is on this side of the fence now and she wants to cover my back. She is coming also because I can't protect her from this war and Alejandro knows where she lives and can still sell her out over and over. This is the better play Morgrym says as he walks in holding his side a bit.
son of a b*tch, forgot the vest one time and catch some wood shrapnel killing Gino.
As Azerrad looks over your wound, you see a kind of hungry look cross her eyes. With effort, she pulls her eyes up to you, "Protecting her from the war is decent of you, but really no one is safe. There are those at risk with power, and those at risk without. She can join us, though it will be someone else helping her I think," A look at Beth, "You don't seem the Lasombra type, Beth. Your brother however knows the shadows. I can see it in his eyes."
Beth looks like she doesn't know whether to be offended or not, but she asks, "And what IS a Lasombra?"
"Oh, a type of vampire," Azerrad opens the door to the bathroom, then waves... not at your sister or you, or skye, but the mirror in there.
There's no reflection.
She turns and shows her fangs, "Sadly, most Lasombra are on the wrong side, serving the sabbat, fooling themselves into thinking they're free while what they really hope is to be on the top of the pile while they chain themselves to other vampires. The Camarilla are so eager to maintain order they wear chains of a different sort. And the cowardly cams here fled. we anarchs are imperfect but we're neither ants serving some fat queen, or in this case Prince, nor are we locusts swarming as one and calling it freedom. A war is here, Sabbat going to come in, turn others into vampires by cracking their skulls and burying them alive., and letting the mad undead dogs they've planted rise up as brainwashed weapons. So, we Anarchs figured we'd have a more humane recruitment drive. Humane being relative." A beat, "You two getting all this? Because sadly we're kind of in a hurry."
Kneeling, Lawrence bites down on the man, and drinks greedily.
Mei has gone for the throat wound and gorges herself. She's so primal now, free of guilt, free of restraint, free of deep thought.
Your sister takes a breath that she doesn't need, then takes one arm and fangs extending, bites at the bicep area. She drinkers slower, resisting her inner lizard's full control perhaps?
You've taken the other arm , bitten, and find the red rivlets frustratingly slow. Three of you, each drinking from the same source. It makes for a tug of war with the crimson tide. The murderer you've been given, he moans, as if this was the best thing ever.
In your defense, you're not the one who kills him. You pull back, in control. Your sister follows. No, it is sweet Mei who sucks the last drop from the crimson tunnels once filled by a no longer beating heart.
Writhe observes this, "Dog bites man, not news, Man bites Dog... now that's news."
"Oh god." Your sister says, "Lawrence, is this happening?"
You swear Mei is purring, which is nuts, because Lizard people don't purr, do they?
The big guy ,called Behemoth says, "You are each Kindred, Vampires, or to use the slang, licks. Lick the wound, it will vanish. Is how we feed unnoticed."
Mei languid purring stops, and she shifts, still on the ground, and slowly you can see the human within her override the lizard, "I just killed a man. i murdered..."
"A murderer," the older Gangrel who sired her says, "One we would have to kill anyway. Some ghouls if left along too long , after being addicted, become desperate, even pscyhoic. NO offense, writhe."
"Nuns shaken," Writhe tuts and shrugs.
"Your office.
I don't think I'm ready to be thrown out of the nest just yet".
As they walk, "Professor, instead of fangs just dropping, my tongue literally flew out of my mouth when I went to... drink that guy's blood, what's the all about? It's not in any Vampire movies I've ever seen."
At THAT he actually looks surprised, "So quickly? You seem to have an amazing knack for Serpentis, our Clan's trademark discipline and sign of our Founder's favor. Extrodinary. I wonder if anyone in your family line long ago was ghouled by one of our elders? Hmmm amazing. I think i regret giving your sister over to Magpie, though I'm sure she'll adapt rapidly. Yes yes, get going. I'll meet you there."
You only understood half of that, if that, but you head to the office. You open it to find Cleo, again. To your surprise,she kneels before you,"Hail, Favored of Set, may the Lord of the Red Kingdom guide you to breaking all bonds. How may I serve?"
Dylan raises an eyebrow at Cleo, "Thanks.
Right now Cleo, I just need a place to rest".
Morgrym laughs for a moment and then looks again and back the jump off the building and the dark that moved like a mist. It was supernatural. Morgrym clenches his hand a bit his fingers wanting to go for the .45 while his brain holds back. alright,so this war is behind the screen and you are a vampire. I've seen you operate and move in ways I couldn't do.
Michael listens, his eyes softening and his hand coming up to caress Natalie's cheek.
"I will. I swear."
"Me too" She looks into your eyes, and the weight of the day pressed down on both of you, overwhelming you, and driving you to a new type of sleep far more like death.
Dylan raises an eyebrow at Cleo, "Thanks.
Right now Cleo, I just need a place to rest".
"Of course, young lord" SHe smiles and moves to section of the floor in the office with a fancy style carpet, and pulls it. You see now revealed a cut out, a trap door of sorts. It must be heavy to lift, yet with little effort, she finds a niche and lifts it open, a serious of steps down into a darker basement, "Below you'll find a bed to rest in in a blue room. I am also to answer any and all questions you ask until sleep claims you, but you should go below"
Morgrym laughs for a moment and then looks again and back the jump off the building and the dark that moved like a mist. It was supernatural. Morgrym clenches his hand a bit his fingers wanting to go for the .45 while his brain holds back. alright,so this war is behind the screen and you are a vampire. I've seen you operate and move in ways I couldn't do.
Azerrad smirks,"Give me some credit for hard work, Mr. Black. The power is handy, but the skills take exercise and practice. I just have a lot more years on you to practice them. Odd thing, my obtenebration, my shadow work, didn't slow you down much. "
The Lasombra gives a look to Skye, "See who is available to embrace Beth, Trevor got snubbed I hear. The Professor might want a second. Ceiridwen... mmm where IS Ceiridwen?"
"The usual, but we can reach her," Skye assures but she is now texting on a burner phone
Beth looks at you, "Brother, you sure about this? How will you explain daytime sleeping to Kathleen?"
Azzerad looks at you, "Kathleen going to be a problem? I maybe able to have her memories altered so she remembers breaking up with you."
Beth swallows, "You can do that."
"Some clans can," Azzerad assures her, "Tempted to do it to you, but frankly? We need bodies, and whoever survives will have proved their worth."
Lawrence approaches the now more human Mei, and squeezes her shoulder in comfort. "Y-you didn't d-do it alone."
He glances at his sister, and then to Writhe. "What hap-pens n-now?"
Lawrence approaches the now more human Mei, and squeezes her shoulder in comfort. "Y-you didn't d-do it alone."
He glances at his sister, and then to Writhe. "What hap-pens n-now?"
Mei nods, but her horror quite human, her body langue seems still a bit like some jungle cat. Not that she's more graceful, though, you think it is. But just the reactions.
Clearly the experimental effects the lizard folk use has ..variations. Geno resquencing may not be an exact science even for them.
Writhe tilts her head, "I've been perfectly cromulent, little lizard. Team Godzilla needs to unite against the evil kaiju coming... red tongues will lick at your old hunting ground, but the burning bird will burn the black hand too if we rise up united. The drape of your mind's window has been ripped away, you more than others should see..the sword of caine is falling on the necks of the innocent, and the Ivory Tower has skedadled like a Rook piece in retreat. Only the pawns remain. If we can make it to the other end, we become knights, perhaps even queens."
"But no princes," Márohu says.
"I have no idea what she's babbling about," Samantha huffs.
"it's...confusing," Mei adds touching her lips that recently had blood on them, but every last drop was supped.
to you, it might make more sense.
"From here," Behemoth says, "We teach you the traditions, most of which we've broken. We teach you what kills you for good. About the beast. But mostly, we prepare you for war. Mei, you will now be hunting the real story for US. Samantha, you maybe more warrior than healer now. Lawrence, I.. I have no idea but you know guns and are para.. cautious, so that should help."
Márohu nods "The Sabbat will be recruiting others, destroying their mental restraints and sending them out like night of hte living dead vampire style. But the recruiting comes first. They'll seek non Sabbat first, but they won't hesitate to go after the living"
A text comes up and she looks at it, "Looks like they've already started."
Have Kathryn break up with me help her to leave the state and open that new physical therapy company she always wanted to buy didn't because she met me
Get her out of here. Alejandro can't find her. I can accept that Morgrym nods once a knot of pain for a moment in his eyes then gone into the inky dark.
Beth is an Olympic class gymnast and knows how to use a pom. Her athletic skills are better then mine. Just needs the combat training.
"Mei, c-can you u-use a gun?"
Lawrence doesn't wait for an answer but instead opens the door to the basement and starts walking down, gesturing for her to follow.
"I have th-this..." he explains as he opens the Armoires main door and revels the mounted M16 with accompanying scope and clips. "And that Remington from er-earlier."
There is also a machete hanging but he doesn't mention it.
Have Kathryn break up with me help her to leave the state and open that new physical therapy company she always wanted to buy didn't because she met me
Get her out of here. Alejandro can't find her. I can accept that Morgrym nods once a knot of pain for a moment in his eyes then gone into the inky dark.Beth is an Olympic class gymnast and knows how to use a pom. Her athletic skills are better then mine. Just needs the combat training.
"All right. Your girlfriend will think you had a fight, that she realizes your relationshp was a dead end, and she needs a new start. As for Beth, I hear you." Azerrad looks at your sister, "You'll love being a vampire, my dear. And I'm sure will be eager for a fight. Go with skye. She'll take you to your new sire."
Your sister says nothing for a moment, then nods with confidence, "Great. Next time at least I won't be some damsel that needs saving. Let's go, Skye."
Skye looks instead to Azerrad. Who nods in turn.
Armed, the ghoul escorts your sister who heads out, almost eagerly.
"Mei, c-can you u-use a gun?"
Lawrence doesn't wait for an answer but instead opens the door to the basement and starts walking down, gesturing for her to follow.
"I have th-this..." he explains as he opens the Armoires main door and revels the mounted M16 with accompanying scope and clips. "And that Remington from er-earlier."
There is also a machete hanging but he doesn't mention it.
"I had a self defense course for women once, and yes, I did a story on a gun range so I learned the basics" Mei tells you, "But I wasn't really good at either and.. holy snot, Lawrence," As you show the M16, "When will you need that?"
"Soon, I'd say," Behemoth answers.
"Not even from our cold dead hands, obviously" Writhe chuckles.
Morgrym sits down now tired from two insane days that only got more insane and suffering a wound. He looks to Azerrad and nods as if to say enough talk. He leans back and puts the firearm and his bag of goodies on the table and waits looking at Death and once more not afraid as this would make him stronger and better and they chose him.
"The ap-pocalyse. The revo-lu-tion. The f-fall of mo-modernity. It's a-all bound for our li-lifetime. Lawrence pauses and scratches his neck, stokes his scruff, and combs his finger through his hair. Which i-is for-ever now ap-parent-ly....P-plus it was my Uncle's. He gave it bef-fore, he died. His S-service ri-fle in D-desert Storm. I f-files off the s-serial. H-he opened m-my eyes for th-the first time."
Dylan nods a little warily and heads down the stairs, I suppose of the professor wanted me dead he could have done it himself.
Dylan finds a spot to lay down and contemplate the insane twist his life has taken when he realizes that he probably just gave up the chance to see where things would go with Priscilla.
An odd thought as a man now dead, but then, most dead men don't have thoughts!
Morgrym sits down now tired from two insane days that only got more insane and suffering a wound. He looks to Azerrad and nods as if to say enough talk. He leans back and puts the firearm and his bag of goodies on the table and waits looking at Death and once more not afraid as this would make him stronger and better and they chose him.
Azerrad moves to you and nods, "Yes, enough talking for now. Welcome to the darkness, Morgrym."
And she bites your neck. It's hardly anything to a man who has had bullets pass through him. A clean piercing and then suddenly? Rapture. Bliss. YOu've lost blood before, but you've never enjoyed it... until now.
You don't know when you got on the hotel bed.
You just know you are there, utterly caught in a wave of bliss and growing weakness, then suddenly, drops of blood flood into your mouth. Her blood into you, becoming yours. She presses the cut in her palm to your lips allowing you to drink more.
The darkness doesn't end, it just changes. You pass through it, but you take part of it with you.
You dream odd dreams, of romans cutting down women and children, as they set fire to a city to make sure it can never threaten their power again.
People are always holding onto power.
You dream of tribes, driven to take a long walk for hundreds of miles, their ways torn from them along with their land. Promises broken for the sake of order and fear of the different.
Cowards always find a rationale to persecute.
They're not like ordinary dreams, they're red toned, as if blood had gotten over microfilm and stained it.
You wake with a start sleeping next to a corpse. Then you remember, you're a corpse too.
And the corpse next to you is Natalie. You look to your other side, searching for Kevin. Then you remember.
"The ap-pocalyse. The revo-lu-tion. The f-fall of mo-modernity. It's a-all bound for our li-lifetime. Lawrence pauses and scratches his neck, stokes his scruff, and combs his finger through his hair. Which i-is for-ever now ap-parent-ly....P-plus it was my Uncle's. He gave it bef-fore, he died. His S-service ri-fle in D-desert Storm. I f-files off the s-serial. H-he opened m-my eyes for th-the first time."
"Corpses like us should be careful around dead people" Your sire cautions you. Oh she thinks she knows you, and it's true she knows too much, but she doesn't know your greatest secret.
Then again, maybe you don't either.
"I was hoping this.. 'embrace' stuff would help your chemical imbalance, Lawrence," Samantha says, "Sorry but you know what I mean. Technically a lot of our organs should be superfluous now"
Mei frowns at Samantha, and she's not sure why, but she turns to you, "Okay , it's a family heirloom. I can respect that."
Morgrym opens his eyes which have bled out into a more icy blue even less connected to humanity if that were possible and he looks up at Azzerad and he sees in ways he never has with such vividness and he whispers one with the darkness... and he feels it now more then he ever has surrounding him, within him.
alright I need to sit up but I healed up. Did you do that or did it just happen? What do I need to know about combat now versus before?
And then he feels... Hungry and thirsty at the same time and he feels that dark crawl up until it becomes an unliving need to feed. He closes his eyes
Dylan nods a little warily and heads down the stairs, I suppose of the professor wanted me dead he could have done it himself.
Dylan finds a spot to lay down and contemplate the insane twist his life has taken when he realizes that he probably just gave up the chance to see where things would go with Priscilla.
An odd thought as a man now dead, but then, most dead men don't have thoughts!
This basement is bigger than you expected, like there's four or five rooms down here. One has a blue door, and when you open it, you see that yes, 'the blue bedroom' fits. It's styling, with some Egyptian -esque pop art on the walls.
You also notice the sword on the wall, you think it's a sword, it's shaped a bit like a question mark. It doesn't look ceremonial.
The bed itself is large, clearly meant to have room for two. Maybe your love life won't be as dead as you are?
Morgrym opens his eyes which have bled out into a more icy blue even less connected to humanity if that were possible and he looks up at Azzerad and he sees in ways he never has with such vividness and he whispers one with the darkness... and he feels it now more then he ever has surrounding him, within him.
alright I need to sit up but I healed up. Did you do that or did it just happen? What do I need to know about combat now versus before?
And then he feels... Hungry and thirsty at the same time and he feels that dark crawl up until it becomes an unliving need to feed. He closes his eyes
"The blood, or Vitae as we call it, for vampire blood IS stronger than mortal, or Kine. We're the heirs of Caine, Morgrym, the first murder's mark is on us, in all it's mydrid forms. But you don't want to hear that. You want to know how to kill us. Guns will eventually torpor us but as we don't need our vitals as much they do a lot less effect. Sharp blades are better for cutting through our natural defenses. Sunlight burns us, Lasombra don't take to it well, though Settites hate it worse. And Fire, fire sends us into screaming fits as we roast like a living pyre. Careful with that last one."
"Each of us have our own 'dark gifts', Anne Rice was right about that. But she was wrong that they changed from individuals. Each clan has it's own disciplines associated with it. For we Lasombra ? The commanding gaze allowing one to overwhelm a lesser will, brute strength, potence no mortal can know and lastly...that obtenbration I mentioned earlier. The ties to the darkness. That is more unique to us."
And she takes time to answer your questions about how to kill your fellow vampires, and stresses that while the Masquerade maybe a 'cam' tradition, it's one of the few good ones.
"M-most of our organs m-may be su-per-fluous, but a s-spike to the b-brain will still prob-ably kill us. Pers-onally I w-was hoping to d-drop this damn s-stammer. B-brain must still function af-ter the gene-therapy. But c-can't you see it n--now. I've a-always been right. Who t-the i-Ivory Tower was, who w-we are now."
Lawrence starts hand-loading magazines as he speaks, shells casings rattling as he hand occasionally twitches with excitement.
Morgrym sits up and says I am... Thirsty. I will also need to pick up and sharpen a couple of wooden martial arts swords and a good iron sword for practical use. I shall need a reinforced vest with neck guards and plates and pads for the forearms and shins. A couple more flare guns as they are cheap and from what you say will be an excellent deterent, and something to drink.
Dylan is taken aback at the size of this "hideout".
He lays down to rest for the evening....
"M-most of our organs m-may be su-per-fluous, but a s-spike to the b-brain will still prob-ably kill us. Pers-onally I w-was hoping to d-drop this damn s-stammer. B-brain must still function af-ter the gene-therapy. But c-can't you see it n--now. I've a-always been right. Who t-the i-Ivory Tower was, who w-we are now."
Lawrence starts hand-loading magazines as he speaks, shells casings rattling as he hand occasionally twitches with excitement.
Writhe seems to confirm this, "Sometimes insane is just another word for highly specialized thinker," She watches the gun, "Gray Matters!"
"We don't have much time," Márohu huffs, "We need to start the arson plan."
"Arson, what are you burning?" Mei asks
"Your television station" Behemoth smiles
Morgrym sits up and says I am... Thirsty. I will also need to pick up and sharpen a couple of wooden martial arts swords and a good iron sword for practical use. I shall need a reinforced vest with neck guards and plates and pads for the forearms and shins. A couple more flare guns as they are cheap and from what you say will be an excellent deterent, and something to drink.
"Not too many boken stores are open at this time of night," She comments, "And it's good you NEED things. I'm not a smith, or a tailor, or an armorer. Do you have a supplier for such things?" A beat "I do have a flare gun."
"As for food... we don't have to go far. We're in a motel, after all. First test. Sneak into the halls, slip into the room, and sip on someone sleeping without killing them."
Dylan is taken aback at the size of this "hideout".
He lays down to rest for the evening....
You close your eyes and try to will yourself to sleep.
It doesn't work.But then you click 'off'
You ..die kind of.
You dream odd dreams, of romans cutting down women and children, as they set fire to a city to make sure it can never threaten their power again.
People are always holding onto power.
You dream of tribes, driven to take a long walk for hundreds of miles, their ways torn from them along with their land. Promises broken for the sake of order and fear of the different.
Cowards always find a rationale to persecute.
They're not like ordinary dreams, they're red toned, as if blood had gotten over microfilm and stained it.
You wake with a start sleeping next to a corpse. Then you remember, you're a corpse too.
And the corpse next to you is Natalie. You look to your other side, searching for Kevin. Then you remember.
Michael's eyes fly open, his hunger starting to creep into his mouth.
"...the f&~+ was that all about?"
give me credit. I was making a list of what I need. I have a guy. Let's go eat.
Morgrym steps into the hall and goes up a floor looking for cameras and do not disturb signs.
"B-burn it? Shouldn't w-we cap-ture it or s-something. Like...c-control the media."
Burning down a potentially useful tool in the brain washing and control of humans is so outside of his expectations of a secret society of lizard people that Lawrence is struck by motionless confusion, broken by a twitching eye.
Bones awaken
Michael's eyes fly open, his hunger starting to creep into his mouth.
"...the f!#& was that all about?"
Natalie jerks awake and looks around, "Oh hey."
"Nat?"
Michael leans on his elbow and looks at his girlfriend. "Just had the weirdest dream... about stuff like ancient Rome burning a city, about how cowards will look for any way to cling to their power and persecute any who could threaten them. The whole thing looked like it was shot through a film of blood."
give me credit. I was making a list of what I need. I have a guy. Let's go eat.
Morgrym steps into the hall and goes up a floor looking for cameras and do not disturb signs.
There are few cameras here , in fact none at all in this hallway. It's not a fancy or new motel. He finds a few do not disturb signs and hears signs of activities, but most at this time of night are quiet but with signs of occupancy.
"B-burn it? Shouldn't w-we cap-ture it or s-something. Like...c-control the media."
Burning down a potentially useful tool in the brain washing and control of humans is so outside of his expectations of a secret society of lizard people that Lawrence is struck by motionless confusion, broken by a twitching eye.
"You are getting ahead of yourself," Behemoth says with a grin, "First we burn it to hinder their chances of finding war. They will move to smaller secondary location, that sort of thing. It will protect masquerade. If anyone wants to ghoul folks later, or do the dominate thing, meh, whatever."