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Seeing that at the very least, this would start as a conversation rather than a fight, Marcus ceases his incantation.
Marcus gets to his feet and prepares to utter the arcane phrases that will bring flames to his hands, but stops just short waiting to see what materializes.
Marcus raises a questioning eyebrow to the others with nod of his head toward the mystery man.
"If that's what you think is best, I'll see you la..." Marcus begins to say to Badger, as he notices the man with the heavy package. "Don't be too obvious about it, but what do you make of that? Looks to be an American, like me. Best guess is that package is a weapon of some sort. Here in the same hotel that we've been booked into...can't be a coincidence. Think we ought to investigate?"
Marcus looks around the hotel and nods appreciatively. Turning to Badger at his question, Marcus says, "Sure, why not? Just a damned shame we can't take advantage of the bar anymore..."
Paying very little attention to the one known as Gwendolyn, Marcus heads to the hotel.
Marcus stands silent for a while before again feeling his new found freedom to express himself about the Clan or its motives. "While this is all fascinating, this all seems way the hell above our paygrade. Where do we come into this, Celestyn?"
"Sadly, I've not necessarily heard of this Count, unless of course he happens to be the source of the urban legend - perhaps masquerade violator - from New Orleans, Louisiana from a few years back." Seemingly able to speak freely for the first time since Tiberius embraced forty-some-odd years ago, the feeling is nearly alien to Marcus as he turns to the spectral form of Celestyn. "What exactly is it we are supposed to be going after?"
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Marcus shrugs, being largely unfamiliar with Kindred politics outside of the Pyramid, taking in his companions' commentary about Vykos. Companion Rolls:
Following the lead of his superior, Marcus drinks when the cup comes to him.
"The Gargoyle follows them. It just took flight from near the train station." Marcus comments before moving to position to begin the ritual but refrains from spilling his blood into the chalice until Henry does so.
Tipping the hat on his head before quickly replacing it, Marcus says, "
Marcus stands quietly, not wanting to jump the order, and waits for Henry to speak first.
Marcus shrugs. "Fine by me."
"I'm not exactly a social butterfly, but have been known to engage in the occasional conversation. If that is the role you need me in, I can give it go." Marcus offers.
Marcus begins to move toward the exit, acting as if he is simply leaving, but in actuality, attempting to block her exit. "Excuse me, madam."
Marcus follows along with the others.
"Fair enough." Marcus says, ready to begin the search for this Jasmine woman.
Marcus & Jim (PCs) Sarah (NPC) "Not a bad idea, but outside of my abilities." Marcus says, looking back to Jim and Sarah.
Marcus & Jim (PCs) Sarah (NPC) Marcus whispers to the other two, "Should we wait to see what the decision is? If they choose not to stop, I do not believe there is much for us to do beyond keep an eye out for this assailant. If they intend to stop, we need to report back for further instructions."
Marcus nods, and begins casting the ritual.
"I know how to Don the Mask of Shadows." Marcus offers.
Back in the Tremere Sleeper Cars "Potentially...maybe even likely. The cause of the death was certainly one of our kind, the question is was it one of us out for a snack or is there someone else on board that we didn't know about." Marcus says.
"Seems like the right call." Marcus says, nonchalantly backing away from the area.
If memory serves me correctly, Auspex (Heightened Senses) reduces the difficulty of the check by a number equal to your Auspex rating.
The Year of Our Lord Sunday January 2, 1911 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Orient Express Continuing back towards the scene, and once out of earshot of the man, Marcus says to Wenzel, "Dark figure hovering...sounds like it could be one of our kind." Arriving at the scene, Marcus heightens his senses, trying to eavesdrop on any conversation around the body and attempting to steal a glance or two to see what he can observe.
The Year of Our Lord Sunday January 2, 1911 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Orient Express A murder? Did one of our group get a bit zealous in their feeding? is the first thought that crosses Marcus's mind. "A murder?" Marcus asks the man incredulously. "By what means? Are you sure it isn't a matter of natural causes?" With a quick nod of his head, the professor encourages Wenzel to continue on towards the supposed victim.
The Year of Our Lord Sunday January 2, 1911 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Orient Express Getting up out of his seat, Marcus shrugs. "Not opposed to either way." he says, heading for the car exit leading toward the front of the train.
The Year of Our Lord Sunday January 2, 1911 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Orient Express Pulling his hat from over his eyes, Marcus chimes in. "Or if we'd rather have a more personal touch, I can go look into it."
The Year of Our Lord Sunday January 1, 1911 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Orient Express Marcus regards the locomotive and nods appreciatively. "Nicer accommodations than I've had on some other trips to be sure." Hefting his bags, he readies to board the train.
The Year of Our Lord Saturday December 31, 1910 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Prime Chantry
Flabergasted by the mere presence of who the cowled man seemed to be, Marcus quickly drops to a knee when he notices that the Councilors have done the same. When the presence is gone, Marcus gets back to his feet. Following Celestyn's comment, Marcus quips, "Certainly not. In fact your mission seems to have be endorsed from highest levels of the pyramid. When do we leave?"
Despite his desire to speak up, the blood that binds Marcus fully to the Clan prevents him from questioning the Council.
Family in town. Posting will be spotty at best until Sunday evening.
The Year of Our Lord Saturday December 31, 1910 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Prime Chantry Ley lines and new Chantries? How does this involve me? Marcus thinks to himself.
With a quick bow and a nod, the archaeology professor (emeritus) introduces himself. "I am Dr. Marcus Townshend, Apprentice of the Second Circle, Childe of Tiberius."
The Year of Our Lord Saturday December 31, 1910 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The Prime Chantry
"Very well. Nice to meet you, Celestyn. I look forward to learning more."
Marcus's gaze drifts to each of the others gathered as they are acknowledged by the mysterious, assumed elder. Interesting, if motley, crew we have here. Is this a heist, an exploration, or a bit of both? he thinks to himself. Marcus is about to ask a similar question when Henry asks the figure to identify himself.
The Year of Our Lord Saturday December 31, 1910 – Vienna - Austro-Hungarian Empire - The salt and pepper haired man adjusts his black fedora as he approaches the door to the Prime Chantry. The man's style of a dress is a bit outdated, but only by a decade or so, appearing to have a preference for the fashion of the days when his hair was fully black. Dressed in a dark gray frock coat, white shirt, black pants, and shoes, he is only half-way formally dressed, forgoing the traditional vest and tie. "Evening to you all." he says with a nod. "I suppose it's not mere coincidence that we are gathered here this evening. Anyone of you have any information as to what this may all be about?" Absent-mindedly tapping his forehead, he adds, "Where are my manners? I'm Dr. Marcus Townshend, although Marcus will suffice."
After tonight I will be out of the country for a few days and not likely to post again until Wednesday.
Prologue Marcus Townshend: "I do seem to have an easier time traveling than most of our kind." Marcus concedes. "I'll make the necessary arrangements to leave tomorrow night."
Prologue Marcus Townshend: "I find Doctor Critias's first-hand accounts of a great deal of the history of ancient Greece and the surrounding area fascinating...certainly more interesting than many of the written treatises on the subject, even if that telling is viewed through a certain lens." Turning the conversation back to the matter at hand, Marcus asks, "Vienna? That should prove to be interesting. Any ideas as to nature of this assignment the elder in question may have in mind? Something that my particular talents may be useful in, or is this just a matter of me being an available resource?"
Prologue Marcus Townshend: Marcus listens intently to Doctor Critias's lesson, taking to heart the lessons provided by the far older Kindred, at least until Tiberius's face supersedes upon that of the Brujah elder. "I beg your pardon, Doctor Critias, it would seem that my Sire is reaching out to me presently." "Yes, my Sire, how might I be of service to the House and Clan?"
Ready when you are.
Alright, not as detailed as it was before, but there should be enough there now to get a feel for who Marcus is.
Well that's just fantastic. Just spent 30 minutes typing in stuff around my character's background into his profile only to have the post eaten... Rookie mistake, I really should know better.
Talomyr checking back in. My submission is mechanically complete, still have to get around to putting the background bits down digitally. |