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"Well, some of us were literally born yesterday, so out with it."

Michael gives Dylan a disgusted glare.

"...f!@%ing hell..."

DEX + Stealth?: 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (5, 10, 7) + (7) = 29 3 Successes?

Michael growls and starts to follow the others inside. He didn't like it, but there were priorities to take care of.

His hands ball into fists and shake like crazy.

Self-Control: 5d10 ⇒ (10, 5, 6, 5, 1) = 27 1 Success!

The hunger pulls at him, but Michael can't bring himself to follow it--he watches everyone else descend on the fallen man.

"...oh, what the actual f+$@ing f+%*?!" He growls in a mix of anger and disgust, backing away.

Michael nods. "...yeah..." He sighs in sympathy.

"Listen, Tiffany... I'm... I'm sorry about your dad." He shakes his head.

Michael starts opening the trunk. "She never asked for any of this, and I'm not going to let her suffer in there."

Michael gets out of the car, but stops and moves to the trunk instead of following the others. His expression is a mix of angry and regretful.

"...hey, Tiffany?" He starts to say as he approaches the trunk.

Michael grinds his teeth.

"...not long enough to have any real clue just what we've gotten ourselves into, really." He grumbles.

Michael blinks, finally registering that there's someone else here.

And more importantly, that they're giving him orders.

He glares and opens his mouth to object, but notices that everyone else is already following.

"...g~#&%%mit..." He grumbles as he falls in line.

Michael barely has time to ponder everything when Natalie asks after Kevin.

"Kevin?!" Michael looks around, yelling.

Michael doesn't have much time to admire his handiwork (though part of him recoils in revulsion at having seemingly killed someone, even if it was someone he had every reason to hate)--he has to choose between saving Natalie and looking for Kevin!

Yet again, I see. A thought chuckles in his ear.

He sprints towards Tiffany. "TIFFANY! ENOUGH!" He roars, attempting to tackle Tiffany off of Natalie!

Spear Tackle (DEX+Brawl+Celerity): 3d10 + 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 6, 1) + (3, 9, 4) + (8) = 33 1 success?
Damage (STR+Potence): 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (1, 5, 4) + (10) = 20 ...0 successes.

Michael glances towards Tiffany and Natalie, grimaces, then tries to drive his knee into Mr. Weathers' head.

I can't do that to Tiffany--even if he's just as much of a monster now as he was then.

Called shot to Mr. Weathers' head. Difficulty is 8.

DEX+Brawl: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (1, 10, 10) + (3, 4, 7) = 35 1 Success?
STR+Potence+Called Shot: 3d10 + 1d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (3, 9, 7) + (8) + (8) = 35 4 Successes!

Michael growls, flashes a look over at Natalie and swipes his knife at Mr. Weathers again!

Dex + Melee: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (10, 7, 6) + (6, 2) = 31 4 Successes
Str + 1 + Potence +Successes: 3d10 + 1d10 + 1d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (2, 7, 4) + (6) + (3) + (10, 8, 8) = 48 5 Successes?

Sorry I haven't posted lately. Will post tomorrow.

"Dammit--!"

Michael retaliates by swinging his knife at his old a$!+~~! of an English teacher. His blood boils and the world seems to slow down for a few moments...

Spending 1 BP to activate Celerity. Second action is going to be spent dodging counterattacks.

Dexterity + Melee: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (8, 8, 5) + (2, 9) = 32 3 Successes!
Knife Damage: Strength + 1 + Potence + Bonus Successes: 3d10 + 1d10 + 1d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (7, 1, 5) + (5) + (2) + (5, 10) = 35 2 damage?

Strength+Brawl+Potence?: 3d10 + 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 2, 3) + (10, 1, 7) + (6) = 31

Charisma+Empathy *Willpower!*: 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (5, 4, 8) + (5) = 22 At least 1 suxx from Willpower.

"Kevin?!" Michael takes a step back, reeling in shock.

"Tiffany too--oh, f$+& this! I've gotta get you two outta here!" He starts racing forward to grab Kevin!

Sorry for the delay!

Initiative!: 1d10 + 3 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 3 + 2 = 16

Michael's eyes lock on the mailbox.

"...oh, f$@* this." He growls. "I'm not waiting any longer."

Tiffany--oh g*#%@%mit, she's in deep s$!$ too...

He starts stalking up towards the house.

Dex + Stealth: 3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 1, 10) + (6) = 19

Happy New Year!

Self-Control: 5d10 ⇒ (10, 9, 10, 3, 6) = 38 Aww...

Michael finds himself pacing like a caged tiger.

Dammit, this is taking too damn long... but... but no. No, this is too important--we've only got one shot at this, and tearing off like an idiot isn't going to help anyone...

An almost animalistic growl escapes his lips.

Perception + Alertness: 2d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (10, 6) + (1) = 17

Michael looks around, uneasy.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Take your time--we'll still be here.

"...g&#++#n right." Michael growls.

Hang in there, Kevin--we're coming for ya, man.

...wait, mold flesh and bone?

Michael's eyes widen. "...what the f+%@...?" He mumbles to himself.

"...uh, I can run fast, punch hard and charm people. But, to be fair, I could do that pretty well when I was, well..." He chuckles, a mix of worry and mirth.

"...huh?" Bones finally looks over at Morgrym.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm interested. Sorry. Just... distracted."

That’s correct.

Michael is wordlessly pacing back and forth like a caged tiger.

Intelligence + Streetwise: 2d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (4, 2) + (8) = 14 1 success.

Had a busy few days of work. Will post when I can.

Throughout the briefing, Michael is uncharacteristically dead silent.

I'm NOT killing Kevin. I'm going to get him out of there.

I'm feeling a bit better. Gonna see about getting back into a posting groove.

This is going out to all the games I’m part of, whether as a player or as a GM. I won’t be able to participate for some time.

My mother is on palliative care for cancer and her condition has rapidly deteriorated over the last three days.

I feel that I owe you an explanation for my absence from posting. If you need to find a replacement player or GM, I understand. But for the time being I’m not ready to make any posts.

I really like the Indian version of clan Ravnos. Demon-hunting Hindu warrior monks with illusion powers who are beholden to their vices sounds metal as hell.

Michael feels even more out of place than before when the other vampires arrive.

Michael was always pale in life, but his skin once had a pinkish tinge to it--now, as a vampire, his entire body might as well have been bled of colour. His skin is bone-white, matching his hair, and his eyes are now an ethereally bright blue instead of the very pale blue they were before.

He's visibly uncomfortable, especially at the sight of so many guns on display. Sure, he did some time at a rifle range or two, but he never had to shoot at another person before. His forte was street fighting, not gunplay... yet.

Michael looks around at all the guns and ammo.

"...feeling like I just walked into a job interview for the NRA. What's all this about?"

Bones! We Few, we Dead Few

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

"Uh..." Michael is caught a bit off-guard by the girl in the hall.

"...yeah, I guess we are." He looks over at Natalie.

Natalie looks at the woman's clothes, "Is that a cheerleader outfit with a leather jacket on top?"

Beth would blush normally but forgets to spend the blood, "Look, this ... B#tch put the bite on my brother also put some kind of mind whammy on me. Made me gung ho GI joe to get embraced... but not by her, I wasn't good enough. Almost got turned into a nosferatu, which..." She shudders "Cerridyn or however you say your name is nice but she took pity on me and sent me to a Caitiff. Trevor's not so bad but this was the only thing I had to wear and he thought it looked pretty hot. Turns out Caitiff are mutts of the vampire world so even though the Anarchs are supposed to be better, I think I got insulted being sent to him. So yeah, Cheerleader outfit, leather jacket, and a happy vampire sugar daddy it feels. I'm still gonna have to get shot at... only now that mind whammy has worn off and I'm a bit scared."

Natalie shrugs "We're performers, we've been threatened on stage. At least now we can shoot back on this. You know how to use a gun?"

"yeah, self defense course too, not anything great. My brother.. he's .. kind of an action hero. I know you're going to think I'm nuts, he saved me from the mob." A look down the hall , "Oh right, you're ready. Sorry, I got chatty. I'm nervous." She moves down the hallway leading you on.

Hey, you hear your music playing up ahead.

Michael follows Beth, the mention of mind-whammy b+%$$~~@ causing his hackles to raise a little.

"Uh..." Michael is caught a bit off-guard by the girl in the hall.

"...yeah, I guess we are." He looks over at Natalie.

Michael contemplates tearing the sleeves off of his suit and dress shirt, but ends up shaking his head.

"Don't need to tweak this yet. Shall we go?"

Hello everyone! Sorry for the temporary absence--a hurricane took out the power over the weekend. I'm gonna see about getting caught up now!

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

When Natalie mentions TC's exceptional hearing, Michael presses against her as the water cascades down around them.

"...I want to help, too. Whatever's happened to them, they don't deserve any of it." He whispers into her ear. His voice seems a bit more... melodic than it was last night.

"I don't know how we can, though..."

"I don't know either," Natalie slides about you to wipe your back and clean while she whispers in your ear in return, "But if we learn of Kevin's fate, REALLY learn, we may have to get pretty clever on the fly. Just making sure you feel the same."

You two may talk for a bit, but the time comes you must dry off and get dressed. When you do, you notice someone took the liberty of going out and getting you some of your own clothes, and some outfits that were here are open to you as well though Natalie chuckles as she thinks of you wearing a suit and tie

When the time comes to get dressed, Michael lets out a dismayed groan when he sees the clothes left out for them. "Eugh... do I have to wear this?"

He picks up a dark red tie and stares at it with contempt. "Stupid corpo neck-noose." He grumbles before getting dressed in black dress pants, dark socks, a pale violet undershirt and black suit. Once he's dressed he holds up the tie and starts trying to put it on.

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

The thought of being under the shower with Natalie brings the briefest of smiles to Michael's face.

"Sounds lovely, thanks." He says before following.

In the Shower, you and Natalie end up doing that thing that all hot sexy couples do in the shower...

talking.

"Look, TC's got like, super hearing, right so this might be a good way to create some white noise in the background to chat," Natalie tells you, "I realize biting the hand that currently feeds us may not be smart, and I love the power we've got, but I got to tell you something, if somehow Kevin IS alive, maybe he or his family , at least one got away. I want to help them, even if it means moving from the game plan a bit. You with me?"

When Natalie mentions TC's exceptional hearing, Michael presses against her as the water cascades down around them.

"...I want to help, too. Whatever's happened to them, they don't deserve any of it." He whispers into her ear. His voice seems a bit more... melodic than it was last night.

"I don't know how we can, though..."

Am I still at 6 blood pool or 5 now?

The thought of being under the shower with Natalie brings the briefest of smiles to Michael's face.

"Sounds lovely, thanks." He says before following.

Michael Bones Star, Sanguine Dreams

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

"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."

Natalie chuckles "I think you've gotten political..again," She ponders "For me, I dreamed of doing some serious lestat sh*t. Like, hogwarts for vampires but at the college level. " She considers "I honestly didn't think I WOULD dream."

A knock on the door

"Who is it?" Natalie calls out.

"T.C. You guys want to shower and get dressed? We've got to show you off to some others."

Michael rolls out of bed. "Right..."

He winces. Kevin...

"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."

Micheal 'Bones' Starr, a New and Eternal Night

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?"

No problem.

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

Starting to think I'll need to put some XP into Leadership now...

It could easily be in your future :)

Likely.

Incidentally, I made a quick post earlier.

Michael 'Bones' Starr wrote:

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."

Michael listens, his eyes softening and his hand coming up to caress Natalie's cheek.

"I will. I swear."

Self-Control?: 5d10 ⇒ (9, 2, 2, 10, 7) = 30 At least 3 Successes!

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."