Tis a shame, as it has been a fun game, but I certainly understand.
See you in the Dark Ages game. I'm sure we'll be in contact soon as I'm currently chatting with your Sire.
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Taking note of his gargoyle visitor, Damien strolls over. "Good evening Betty, what brings you in this evening? Anything in particular I can get you?"
A full solar eclipse? Damien thinks to himself. I wonder how many damned fools will try their luck with that...not this guy, that much I know. Taking note of the lively crowd, Damien proceeds to wander around the club, making idle chit-chat with the clientel, all while trying to pick up on anything intersting.
Damien awakens with a sneer, disdainful of the words of the Mara. His disgust only worsened by the fact that perhaps the Mara's words ring of a bit of truth that the Kiasyd does his best to disbelieve. Undoubtedly should I tell her the nature of the boon I have been granted, she would want the embrace - regardless of the cost. At the same time, the idea is not without its merits... Damien thinks to himself as he begins his routine preparations for what he certainly hopes will be a much more mundane evening that the night before. - Failed
"I suppose that would be the best way to handle it." Damien concedes. "It's just been a very long night. I think I shall retire for the day." Looking around the club and seeing little business, he says, "Last call!" Turning back to Lydia he says, "Join me as soon as you can, my love."
Exhausted from the evening's events, Damien raises an eyebrow before asking, "Christmas bonus?"
She tilts her head, "Yeah? You realize I'm fifty shades of curious here? spill a little before you have to hit the sack." "Just the whole fighting the Sabbat thing and the repercussions of such." Damien says before realizing that sounded a hell of lot more ominous than he meant it. "Nothing bad mind you, nothing to worry about at all. It would seem those of us of...rarer stock that participated have been granted what is an immense honor among our kind...I'm just not sure how to handle it at the moment, that's all."
'Good.I might have gotten annoyed with you otherwise" She straightens his top whether he needs it or not and lowers her voice, "It's been a bit nuts. Rumors the prince has gone crazy..ier, and that you guys blew up a mansion? It got too Michael Bay to believe but still, it got me worried." "It was an interesting night to say the least, my love." Damien concedes. With a wry smile he adds, "And yes we were just a Nic Cage sighting shy of a Michael Bay movie...the important part it is all done now. Those of us that were involved have some serious thoughts to consider over then next nights."
"A bit of a rough night to be sure." Damien says to Chandler with a weak grin. "But I'll be fine." he adds before turning to Cassiopeia and Jane. "Good evening, my dears. Care to join me for a drink?" Damien asks, gesturing toward the stairs to the upper club.
After enjoying a "drink" with Cassiopeia and Jane, Damien makes his way over to the main bar of the private club. "Good Evening, my love." Damien says to Lydia. "Just as I promised, I have returned safe and sound."
Damien takes his leave of the Prince's haven and returns to the Fields of the Nephilim.
Looking a bit more ragged than usual, he enters and nods toward Chandler and Holly before scanning the room for any members of his herd. "I assume Lydia is handling the upstairs?" he asks, looking for confirmation more than questioning.
Understandable I suppose. Damien thinks, noting the annoyed expression on the Prince's face. Before his thoughts drift back more personal matters. A decade...alright, that's enough time to contemplate this. I don't dare tell Lydia about this. She'll beg for the embrace not knowing exactly what it is she is asking for...perhaps it is high time I showed her more of what my nature means...make sure that she really knows what it is she would be surrendering for this...gift.
"My Prince...the right to embrace is a tremendous gift, and for such I thank you, but what if there are those among us who do not seek to embrace another at this time? Is there an expiry to this granted right?" Damien asks.
Damien makes his way to the Prince's, eager to be done with the night's events. Definitely not my sort of thing... he thinks to himself along the way.
"I think I'll pass, but thank you all the same." Damien says. "I'll get my fill back at home...my sire was very specific about the risks of tainted blood." he adds as he leaves the house.
Damien eyes the situation suspiciously. "Hell of situation we have here. I deal in rare vintages...not so sure about drinking souls if that is what you are alluding to."
Targeting the Lasombra opens, Damien fire.
Damien continues to hang back, preferring to let his more martially inclined companions lead the way.
I'm alright with that.
"Hold on a second, Paolo. There's a wire tired to the door to the kitchen."
Damien reloads his weapon and waits for Paolo to lead the way, it is his sire's abode after all.
Why am I here again? Damien thinks to himself before loosing another burst of shotgun shells in the direction of the Sabbat vampire.
(extra success)
Damien takes aim at the Sabbat vampire with unsteady hands opens fire.
(additional success)
Keeping his heightened senses up and shotgun in hand, Damien slowly follows the others toward the door on the left.
Damien checks his vest one more time and grabs one of the shotguns before reluctantly exiting the van as he activates the Auspex granted him by vitae mutation. Sticking closer to the more martial minded of his current companions, Damien looks around. - "Over there...right side of the building, one of the bloody mouthed savages. Can't even clean up after themselves." Damien adds derisively. "Amazingly enough, I don't think he's seen us. Might be a good idea to avoid that side of the building for now."
Hearing Paolo's comment, Damien looks out to window to what exactly he is talking about, but sees nothing, perhaps being to distracted by the rather unfamiliar situation he finds himself in.
Damien waits for everyone else to leave the club, afterwards he locks up the door to the private club and follows the others.
Damien nods, hearing the sheriff's comment about payment for the night's libations. Answering Arthur's question, Damien says, "In a limited fashion I suppose. I will not tap into my collection for such things."
"Sheriff, I understand that we are obligated to carry out this task, but it seems to me that you know more than you are telling us. This task will be difficult enough with full information. If there is something else, please tell us."
"Oh, we're starting now?" Damien asks. "Could you please rephrase your statement to 'I am neither a member of nor an ally of the Sabbat.'" Damien shrugs, "Nothing personal, just trying to be thorough."
Damien lets out a sigh of relief that the "terrorist" plan is seemingly being shot down, after all the city has enough issues right now with out droves of national media and protestors and counter-protestors. The Kiasyd slides over to Lydia and quietly whispers in her ear [smaller]"My love, this is...an unfortunate gathering...I suspect the less you hear of it the better. Go upstairs, put on a bit of music and try and relax. There are things that need to be done and plans that are being made that may make you think less of me." Once Lydia leaves as instructed, Damien asks, "Alright, I'm not a fighter so to speak, but I'm willing to do my part...although I may be best suited for interrogation assistance than brute force."
Damien listens intently to the ongoing plans. Going against an experienced pack? I'm not so sure I like this idea. I'm a f&*&ing bartender not f#@@ing Rambo...
"Excellent. Some of you I knew has slain some, but a recount would be ideal." Damien glances at Damascas, "You came in here shot up. How many did you say there were again, and did you kill any of them?"
Damien slides over to the door to the private club and closes and locks the door once the last of the stragglers have made it inside. No sign of the Prince...that's seems a bit on the odd side...
Taking note of each of the individuals entering his club, Damien does his best to greet each in kind. One in particular catches his attention. "Professor Welby, tonight must truly be a dire situation if we have the honor of having you here, as Arthur has put it, 'in the flesh'."
Damien waves a hand, "Don't worry about it. What you wanted is easily replaced." Switching to the subject of how he entered his current business Damien says, "I suppose it started off with the last profession I had while I was still mortal. I was the feature bartender at a club in town back in the eighties and my talents happened to catch the eye of my Sire, Delacroix. It would seem you are not familiar with the fact that there are a number of Kiasyd owned clubs like this one around the world. Delacroix wanted to open one of his own here in the States. Long story short, eventually Delacroix and I parted ways...a bit forcefully...and I returned home, which happens to be here. I had the training and the start of my collection of rare and interesting vitae and the rest is, as they say, history."
"Suit yourself." Damien says with a shrug as he pours a double of unremarkable blood.
"Place seems to be filling up." Damien comments. Looking to each of the newcomers, "Can I get anyone anything? I suspect we will all be wanting a drink by time this meeting is over."
"No one sure exactly, but sheriff kept running all night. Probably, what they call, Shovelheads? That mean 'real sabbat' just making random vampires to break masquerade, test things. They hit Lakeside eating place, very low time, but staff and customers they get what, at least ten rise up? And then last night, while shovel head rampage, pack could make even more if they want. If didn't we got maybe less than ten, if they nuts and shovelhead folks they kill at veil? We could have up to twenty very hungry confused shovelheads, and maybe five to ten experienced Sabbat warriors. Is my guess. We got quality I think, they got quantity. Feel better about quality beating quantity if I have lots of ammo. You?" "Can't say that I have a lot of experience as a fighter, but your theory would seem to be a reasonable one." Damien concedes. "How's the drink, by the way?"
"Thank you." Damien says in response to the compliment about the decor. "Betty, I've been on the outside looking in on this one so far. Do we have any idea of just how many Sabbat are we talking about?"
Damien smile and gives Lydia an impressed nod. "Please do. I think that sounds like a wonderful suggestion for our friend." Turning to Betty he asks, "Does that sound good to you? I think you will enjoy it." Taking note of Welby's entrance, Damien thinks to himself, Holy s$@+! Things must be bad if he's actually here in person...
Damien smiles at Lydia, "Nothing to worry yourself about, my love. That's just Betty, she's a Gargoyle." Opening the window, Damien says to the Gargoyle, "Welcome, Betty. Please come in. Is there anything I can get you?" He adds, "You really should look into learning Obfuscate some time in the near future. It make things a lot easier for you."
Damien's eyes widen, "Given what I had heard about the Veil I half assumed the roll of Keeper of Elysium, but Hound?" he says, still stunned. "I have very little knowledge of the events of last night. Certainly nothing first hand and only slightly more second hand. Damascus had run into a pack or a portion thereof. Got shot up pretty bad. Gaetano had come here to alter the memories of a mortal than had seen too much, but that's about it."
"I, thank you," Mi-Ha doesn't bother to deny jitters. what would be the point? "I don't know if I can afford your wares, though yes, you hear correctly. I was told to come here." "While it is true, I do carry a number of items that can be quite pricey, but what you require is not overly rare unless there is something specific you had in mind." Damien says, reaching under the bar. "Here, you should find this to your liking." he adds, handing her a glass of willingly given blood. "Nothing terribly fancy, and free of charge." he says with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you, Arthur, and please call me Damien. Mr. Talbot sounds so damned formal." Hearing Arthur's questions, Damien vacantly blinks a few times before answering, "It will detect lies spoken by a target that I am focused on...to the best of my knowledge, unerringly. As to how good am I in a fight? Fighting is not my strong suit, but I can manage should push come to shove. I assume this line of questioning has to do with the current Sabbat threat?"
"Oh have no fears, my love. Should the offer of Elysium be granted, I will happily take it...JJ's well being doesn't enter into the equation for me."
Calm yourself, Damien, not all of them will be interested in what you specialize in, though I suspect there will be enough of them who are.
"I suspect the "sir-bit" is from your upbringing, not that there's anything wrong with it, but the sir thing isn't needed here, my dear. Damien will do just fine." Damien adds with a smile, "Keep up the excellent work. I've already heard good things about you, Holly."
"Perfect, just what I'd hoped to hear." he says with a smile to Lydia. Noticing the Salubri's presence, Damien greets her. "Welcome, Miss Ha. Can I get you anything to calm those nerves. I do have a number of vintages that are from willing donors...If memory serves me correctly that is what your kind require, correct?"
Shaking his head, trying to get his bearings, Damien looks confusedly at Lydia. "They're all coming here? Tonight? It would make a certain amount of sense for the club to replace the Veil in that capacity, I suppose. I guess its a good thing I asked you to look into the upgrades for the place." he says with a grin. "As an added bonus, it should really piss Tolya off if that does happen. I wonder if her childe was hurt in the attack on the Veil. JJ and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but ultimately I wish her no lasting ill will." Getting up, Damien finishes whatever few preparations for the evening that Lydia hadn't already seen to. Going downstairs to the public club, Damien finds Chandler and Holly. "This place could be rather busy tonight. Do me proud." Heading back upstairs he finds Lydia. "Darling, I think I will need your assistance up here tonight." Just before opening the doors for the evening, the Kiasyd grabs Lydia, spins her around and gives her a kiss. "Wish us luck tonight will you, love?"
No worries. :)
Damien holds Lydia close for a few moments before saying, "Let's go upstairs, it's getting early."
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