Sorry folks, I think I'm going to bow out on this one. Between too little time and too little motivation for what the hell I want to do with the character, I think it's best I step away.
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With a scowl followed by a sigh, Lucian relents to the doctor's plan.
"How long will this last, doctor?" Lucian asks, obviously uncomfortable with the entire concept.
Lucian silently nods. He then proceeds to clean up a bit and dress before saying to the servant, "Lead the way."
*Looks around, slips back into torpor*
The cracking sound of the priest's jaw doesn't seem to bother Lucian in the least, one would suspect that is due to the result of his own bite. After the prince's comment, Lucian bows. Turning to Alexandru, Lucian says, "No matter how many times I have seen your Clan's signature discipline in action, it always seems so...disturbing."
"Drain the bodies before beheading them...less mess." Lucian offers. "Afterwards the sewer grate."
Lucian, briefly caught off-guard by the efficient brutality of Altan's attack, refocuses himself and swings his blade at his opponent again.
Lucian smiles menacingly, as he pulls his blade and engages one of the warriors
(only Wits, no dots in Stealth)
"Fire? Quite risky, given our...condition, but a worthy plan. Who will set the fire?" Lucian says.
Turning to Alexander, Lucian says, "An admirable thought, but I see very few ways in which the girl would not hinder our more immediate efforts - beyond telling us where she was to meet these men, of course."
Lucian bows and turns to leave once the others are ready. "No idea, I am afraid. I only arrived in this city this evening."
"Pardon my interuption, my Prince." Lucian says before turning his attention to the girl, "Tell me, Sophia, what more did these men tell you before sending you to this place?" Waiting for the answer, Lucian returns his attention to the Prince, waiting for any further proclamation.
Lucian watches on, hoping for a lenient fate for the you girl, but expecting the worst.
Lucian arrives at the scene, not being nearly as fast as the Assamite or the Gangrel, looks at the girl sympathetically. "While you must be brought before the master of this domain, your death is not certain...there are less dire methods of dealing with this unfortunate situation, if he is willing."
"We must go after her, for sake of the Silence of the Blood." Lucian says hurrying off after the frightened girl.
"Of course, my Prince." Lucian says to Jürgen's warning. "While my bite does not cause the euphoria in mortals common to most Cainites, it does no more physical harm than any other bite."
"That is my intention, lest the beast have other ideas." Lucian says to the friar, with a sincere smile. "To whom might I have the pleasure of speaking with this evening? Brother? Father? Which honorific is more appropriate?" "Excuse me a moment." He says, having heard the soft gasp from the shadows. Lucian focuses his gaze that direction while walking closer, in an attempt to see who is responsible for the gasp.
Alexander raises an eyebrow at the other man's feeding as the man he fed from slumped peacefully, momentarily stunned (probably). "That is an unfortunate side effect," he noted. That would make it a lot harder to feed subtly. "Perhaps the good doctor can give you some ether, to knock them out beforehand?" the Gangrel suggested out of vague curiosity. Lucian regards the man briefly before responding, "Perhaps in an emergency, that would be beneficial, but I normally pick out those deserving of punishment for vessels from which I feed." Remembering his manners after a moment, he adds. "Although I do appreciate the sentiment."
Taking note of the prisoners, Lucian looks for the most fearless, least penitent of the "soldiers". Before sinking his fangs into the man, Lucian looks to the others in the room and says, "My apologies for the noise this may cause." Having said what needs to be said, he sinks his fangs into the arm of the chosen man. The formerly less fearful prison, howling in agony from Lucian's bite.
His feeding complete, he turns to Alexandru and comments, "And now you know why I seek out those deserving punishment."
"Lasombra." Lucian plainly states. "If I am not mistaken, you are of Tzimisce stock? At least I believe that is what I overheard during your introduction to the Prince."
Snapping to from his previous distraction, Lucian turns to regard the man speaking to him. "Lucian Della Torre." he says with a slight bow. "It is not any danger these men might pose, but rather a Ventrue-like preference of blood on my part, good sir." he explains in Latin.
Looking to the armored man leading the vessels into the room, Lucian asks, "Are these men guilty of a crime, or just unfortunate?"
Lucian gives a quick, polite bow to the Prince before turning his attention to the others in the room, paying particularly close attention to the armored figure leading the dazed men. I wonder if these are prisoner of the Prince, or simply victims? he thinks to himself.
"Greetings, my Prince." another tall, well proportioned, blonde-haired man says. "I am Lucian Della Torre, Childe of Magdalena Castelucci Borcellino, who is Childe of Narses, Archbishop of Nod, who is Childe of Galerius, who is of Montano, who is Childe of Lasombra." he says in a recitation of his lineage that has obviously been beaten into the man's mind. "I am in your city at the behest of my Grandsire to learn the ways other Princes command their Domains and offer any advice I may have learned from my Elders in the same - all for the betterment of our kind as a whole." After introducing himself, Lucian silently waits for any follow-up questions from Lord Jürgen or the introductions from the others present if the Prince has no further questions.
Hearing Lord Jürgen's pronouncement on the Silence, and his assumption of the newcomer's understanding of such, Lucian slowly nods in acknowledgement. Otherwise, Lucian remains silent in the Prince's presence until spoken to.
Lucian smirks, pulling back his cloak to reveal a sword. He briefly considers raising a point against disarming in an Elysium, but thinks better of it. Unbuckeling his blade from his waist, he hands his blade over still in its scabbard.
The Storytelling Cat: Lucian nods respectfully to Albin. "Thank you for your assistance." Lucian thinks to himself, Popular place this evening... while approaching the cathedral, politely nodding toward the others seeking audience with Prince Jürgen, but not speaking unless spoke to.
The Storytelling Cat: Lucian nods and quietly follows the raggedly dressed Cainite, not speaking again unless spoken to - or something odd catches his eye along the way.
The Storytelling Cat: "And what pray tell does Lord Jürgen consider to be 'proper blood'?" Lucian asks. "No matter, I suppose, I must introduce myself regardless." Lucian concedes. "Can you escort me, or at the very least direct me to where I may actually make that happen?"
The Storytelling Cat: Somewhat surprised to hear another voice, Lucian quickly turns to see the raggedly dressed man. "Not as well as I should like, but well enough for now." In regards to his victim, Lucian comments, "Bold perhaps, but it was already bold enough to feed prior to my introduction to your Prince, let alone slaying a mortal of his domain. I assume you are one of his agents?"
The Storytelling Cat: At the very least I should not frenzy due to hunger now... Lucian thinks. Now, how to find those in authority in this city?
The Storytelling Cat:
Lucian drinks a bit more blood from the man, releases the bite, and licks the wound before forcefully shoving him into a wall.
"You will live to rethink the error of your ways. Do better."
The Storytelling Cat: Struggle as the man might, Lucian's iron grip is too much. Sliding his hand up to cover the unfortunate man's mouth, Lucian opens his mount to bite down on the thug's neck.
The Storytelling Cat: Lucian calmly and coldly responds, "A reckoning." before rushing in and attempting to clinch the man in a grapple.
The Storytelling Cat: Glancing quickly at the man being beaten, Lucian simply says "Ausführen." in practiced German, attempting to force his will on the man.
Turning his attention back to the man with the club, he says, "It would seem I have made it my affair regardless." as he prepares for the man to come at him with the club.
The Storytelling Cat: Ahh...this might be just what I need... thinks Lucian as he moves toward the sound of what is almost assuredly an unpleasant confrontation. (no dots in stealth)
The Storytelling Cat: Darkness itself had not been a problem for Lucian since his embrace by Magdalena, in fact he now found the darkness oddly comforting. Blood...I need blood soon... Lucian thinks to himself.
Poor form at best to feed before introducing myself to the Prince of this region, but even worse form to succumb to the beast for want of blood and do something untoward... his thoughts continue. This is a large enough city, certainly there is someone worthy of punishment about, even this time of night. he thinks as begins to prowl the streets looking for a deserving target.
Fantastic, 4 of 15 to start the game. Here comes the hunger frenzy...
If I remember right, that's pretty much it - particularly in this time frame. Things become a bit more strained after "Lugoj puts the big bite on the Eldest" and many Tzimisce elders are destroyed/diablerized during the anarch revolt. Of course all of that assumes the timeline moves on as per canon. The Storytelling Cat may have other ideas.
Thanks for the invite! Lucian checking in. Now to sit back and see how the Tzimisce and the Old Clan Tzimisce get along ;) |