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Plot Summary for Chapter 2.0
Teams Alpha, Beta, and Gamma launched and began their scouting. It was a great adjustment to some of the newer Kindred to be put in groups and work as a unit. Some fared better than others.
Team Gamma drew first blood early in the evening when they went to Dundurn Cemetery to investigate a mysterious house fire. They stumbled across two freshly made Kindred and discovered 14 new graves in the vicinity.
Some teams gelled and others fell to bickering as the night progressed each group was eventually asked to check out leads on the hospitals of Hamilton City since 911 and police reports reported unusual activity at the Health care centers.
Team Beta was dispatched to Investigate Henderson Hospital on the Hamilton Mountain brow.
Team Alpha was sent to check out McMaster Hospital on the Border of Dundas and Hamilton.
While Team Gamma was dispatched to search General Hospital in the North end.
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Team Beta managed to capture 2 kindred, Kill one and let one escape. During their struggle with one extremely strong Kindred Fia Frenzied due to bloodloss and serious wounds and Diablerized the Kindred she was fighting. The group also let Chaz walk away into the night after they encountered him in the halls of the hospital. The Kindred managed to talk his way out of being Killed even after he had supped on Fia's blood. Though they have no clue on where he lives or how to contact him he does have Fia's cell phone number.
Team Alpha had their first scuffle of the night on the Beach at the boarder of Burlington and Hamilton on Van Wagners Rd.
The encountered and managed to rescue one of their Burlington neighbors from a Sabbat War Party Member and had him promptly dropped off to the Prince of Hamilton for interrogation. The call soon came and Team Alpha was off like a shot to check out the disturbances inside McMaster Hospital. However the scene there was gruesome and disturbing as they discovered that Sabbat Made Kindred had wreaked Havoc on the Maternity and Pediatrics Unit. During their search they managed to kill 2 kindred and found another body that had been done in by the police riot squad. They continued up to the fourth floor to discover that the shrine areas had been assaulted and found a dead Chaplin. Iggy outraged that the Hindu temple had been destroyed found and confronted an old Native American kindred the two battled to the death and soon Iggy emerged victorious and the group headed back to the Princes Haven.
Team Gamma made their way to General Hospital where they came across some heavy opposition but efficiently hacked stabbed and shot their way out of the first two. Though the Second Kindred they came across looked more like a zombie than any Kindred they had ever seen. This corpse like Kindred had tried her hardest to drain Vic of his precious Vitae but was dispatched. Team Gamma also found Angel's hired help, a street kid named Dee, who take pictures for Angel, inside a cleaning closet.
The Group after confirmation took her back to the Prince so he could interrogate her and see how much she knew about them and the goings on in the city. Jallyn Vincent and Lobo left to report and drop off the feverish teen.
This left Vic and Vincent to patrol the hospitals unseen using their vampiric powers to prowl the wards without being seen. During that time Jeromy came across a rather burly and dangerous looking kindred that was arranging to make his escape by having someone pick him up at the gas station that is just across the road from the hospital. He made a call to Lobo only to have the Prince answer and explain he had Lobo's cell phone so he could study the photos that were taken during their fight in the graveyard. He did however dispatch his team of ghouls to help assist Jeromy and advised him to call someone else on his team for further back up.
Vic also had a rather fortunate find. He stumbled across a Punkish club going gentleman who seemed to have come out of his blood lust who seems to be having some issues over his new found state. With a quick call to his werewolf friend and to his Team Vic has lead the 30 something raver down to the garage and has stated the option Surrender or Die. With a choice like that how could he refuse? Team Beta quickly captured the last vampire and the ghoul squad took him off to Whitehern for questioning. Team Gamma quickly made their way back to the Prince to tell of what they had witnessed.
Eventually come 4am in the morning all teams had assembled down in Antigens board room to talk of their encounters. Headed words and tensions ran high as reports came in but not before all was resolved the New comers of Hamilton led in By Seth entered to make their introductions and give their allegiance to the Prince.
New Scouting teams were formed as well. They are as follows.
Team Omega- Babadora, Jeromy, Xiaoqing and Fia you will be covering Dundas up to McMaster Hospital.
Team Alpha- Emily, Papillion, Hearst, Kaspar & Scott. Scouting StoneyCreek.
Gamma Team- Athial, Calvin, Will, Lobo, and Desdemona. Covering from Westdale and the downtown core from Barton to the mountain brow until you hit Eastgate Mall.
Team Beta - Jallyn, Angelo, Ignacio, Jareth & Rory covering the north end anything past Barton will be yours to scout and that includes Bayfront park.
Delta Team- covering all of Hamilton Mountain -Waylon,Vincent Tamara, Seth, Cera, and Vic.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10pm - Tisdale Apartments
Outside the apartment building the sun that had shone over Hamilton slowly slid into the horizon marking the end of the night and bringing about the start of a new night.
The vampires new to Hamilton began to stir having woken from the slumber of the dead.
On top of the living room tables in apartment 502 and 503 were boxes marked with each of their names and inside each box was a fully charged cell phone.
OCC: I expect PPL to Rp going out and grabbing something to eat before they start out for their day.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10pm - Fia's Lair - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia opened her eyes and stretched. I wonder what kind of adventure I'll have today. Maybe I'll get staked this time... she thought as she rolled her wolfy eyes. She rose, dressed and fed Pickle his bloody breakfast. She made another call in to work.
"Chuck, here," was the reply. "It's Fia. I'm not doing very well, Chuck." The act was oscarworthy.
"Ew... Stay home, Fia. I don't want to hear from you untill you're better, understood?" Chuck was a gruff man with a phobia of germs, but he was a kind boss, and wanted to be sure his employees were alright. "I understand, Chuck, *cough* *cough* I'll keep you posted," she hung up and left for Mel's.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45pm - Mel's Place - Fia
Fia continued her rountine that she did everyday. She took the dog out, fed from Mel, washed, then let him back in. She didn't much feel like explaining to Mel why her eyes were the way they were and Mel didn't push, knowing how Fia was.
After she finished up there, she made her way to the Whitehern and parked much closer this time. She waited for the rest of her team to arrive while she sat on the stairs by the front entrance.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 8:45 am. - Hamilton - Vic- Delta Squad
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(5)
Vic rose painfully from the stone floor, straps his cilice around his thigh and puts on a robe before heading out to the wooded area in the back part of the hospital grounds something tells me Lobo would be disappointed if he saw me now to hunt his prey; stray cats, squirrels and other small wildlife.
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Having fed and healed Vic returned to the under-levels of Century Manor to prepare for the day, stripping down and kneeling he reached for the knotted rope...
BP 13 (12) W 5 (5) H 7(6)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:11 -8:57 pm. - Lobo's Haven, Gore Park - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (8) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
The last ray of sunlight faded away and under Isis the ground moved. Soon Lobo was standing in the spot the cat was moments ago lying (OCC1 BP meld to earth reverse BP 13 (7) W 5 (4) H 7(7)), before the Kindred could speak a throaty hiss issued from Isis. Warning heard Lobo strained his hearing and sight attempting to discern the cause of Isis’s unrest.
Lobo did not have to strain long as soon the forest was aloud with the snapping of branches and an odd thumping noise. It was just enough warning that Lobo managed to dodge the old tire that came bouncing across the space he was just standing. A second tire soon followed shortly after the first. This one Lobo caught and carried it with him as he retraced its path.
The path ended at two men and a pick-up loaded with old tires at the end of one of the local parks service roads. The two were preparing two more tires to be tossed down the hill. Lobo stepped out and confronted the two.
“I think this belongs to you.” Lobo heaved the tire he was carrying at one of the two – missing but getting the tire back on the truck.
“”Hey Der, a little naked man giving us shit, what you think man – you gonna stop us.”
Der looked up, “ Shit, I don’t need this. Fuck off asshole.” Der jumped down from the truck and approached. Lobo brought the attack to him as Isis landed on the pick-up truck harrying the second.
The fight wasn’t long. Soon both men were unconscious in the pick-up and Lobo was feeling quick full.
A quick trip down to retrieve the tires already tossed. Lobo called the cops on his cell phone about the illegal dumping. (OCC BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7))
Whistling he headed into the waterfall to wash. A few minutes later in a small cave at the back of the falls, Lobo opened a large duffel, Phoenix Coyotes logo emblazoned on the side and pulled out a pair of black jeans (Armani), a black silk ghillie shirt (Marcel) and smart black leather Florishims. A second Marcel Mask was chosen, also a dragon but this time in simple black. Suited for the night, Lobo checked on the two sleeping beauties. They were still resting.
The sound of an approaching car, lights’ flashing down the service road was all Lobo was waiting for. He and Isis took off through the woods. The two traveled together to the forest edge.
“Isis, gotta run, I’ll meet at Trophy Rock this morning if I can. But you watch out for yourself if I don’t. If its been a few days – find Sarah” Lobo didn’t think that Isis got the full gist of his statement but her closeness to him showed some sense of his urgency. But after all, Lobo did hope to return himself.
Lobo made the rest of the way to Gore park and the fountain alone.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 8:30 am. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie got up and headed into the bathroom to take a shower before getting dressed and grabbing the package with his name on it then headed down to meet his brothers in the parking lot
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:20am
Raphael had been up for ten minutes already. The sun had set once more and the vampire was patiently waiting for the newest members of the Sabbat to rise from their gaves. The night had been fruitful with 15 of the 18 inmates having accepted the embrace. The other 3 had not been so lucky and their refusal meant their deaths. However their deaths had not been in vain.
Their blood had been used to slake the hunger of the new Kindred. Although they were far from being in their peak conditions they would be safe from frenzy for the time being but they would need to eat.
Waiting was the hard part. Only those that were strong enough to dig themselves out would be considered worthy of being a part of the troupe. A cell phone interrupted his thoughts.
"Good evening Raphael." Came the cultured voice on the end of the phone. "I'm calling to report the first signs of activity on our end. How is your batch doing?"
"So far?" Raphael asked his eyes watching the earth that was in certain areas starting to stir. "I've got 5 that are looking semi lively. What about you?"
"Drake and I have 2 that are already out. And 6 more working their way out."
"Excellent. Once you have your lot be sure to pass the cup around. Let our brothers celebrate their new lives as the Sabbat. Tonight will be a busy night. They have much to learn and I fear we have stirred up the hornets nest with last nights events. Tell Morgana I will be needing her to do a few errands tonight. It will likely be dangerous since shes going to be solo but she is the best candidate for the job."
"As you wish Raphael. Is there anything else we should be aware of?" Sam queried.
"We need new vehicles as well since we ditched the others. Once everyone is up and mobile we will divide our new members into groups. Sadly Drake will be the busiest since most of the children are his. But we can work around that. Next time I ask you to make Childre I expect a more heartfelt attempt Sam." The Lasombra leader replied darkly.
"Of course. I am sorry I just was feeling tired last night Raphael and the menu choices at the hospital were not to my tastes. I will endeavor to do better however."
"Good. We will be in touch then. I'll call to let you know where and when we will be setting up shop. I think its probably best of we have a couple safe havens set up. We don' have all that long to try and pull this off but the intel I have says its likely located downtown. And downtowns not a friendly place since that's their main feeding grounds."
"It be nice if we could get more specific information." Sam sighed.
"Oh trust me the boys in Burlington have been working on it. Now that the Hamilton Elders are down there to shake things up its only a matter of time before we get what we want. The Hamilton Childre wont know about anything so that is why I havent just rushed in and scooped them up for interrogation."
Sam nodded "I understand keep the young ignorant and they are much easier to manipulate and rule. Lord how the sheep do not see that they are being led astray and that the Sheppard are more wolf than us. And you are sure that the elders would know?"
"Undoubtedly. When we find what we are looking for we take it by force and then get the hell out of here. We don't need to tangle with the Prince of the city or his minions. If we can avoid it so much the better. But I'm just going off what I know and let us just say this. Ghoul's never lie especially when they want the drink...."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:11 - 9:11 pm - Iggy's Haven / Barton Street Jail - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (7) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy woke with the setting sun. He wasn’t even through feeding Steel when Dhinga was on him. In between washing, dressing is something dark, and checking to make sure that the shipment was indeed gone from his shop Iggy managed to finish his tale about last night. Dhinga praised Iggy’s strength in resisting his frenzies but coached him that the anger was within. Dhinga furthered explained in his droning tone that Iggy must not fight his anger with anger, but that he must seek a better understanding. In fighting Iggy had yet to accept his anger, and only in accepting it and not fighting against his nature would he learn to control it. While he listened to Dhinga preach, Iggy fashioned gold wire and the yellow leather from his bola tie through the tines of the Trishula, which he pinned to his shirt. “Yes, Yes, Ignacio. That is what you must do focus on the Trishula, remember its points, will, action and wisdom” Iggy thanked the spirit for his teachings and bowed in reverence to his holiness.
“I will my teacher. It will be my focus today, but I must leave.” Bowing again Iggy left, scratching Steel on the head on the way by.
Iggy hopped on this bike and headed east, the direction opposite the Barton Street Jail. A few minutes later he was pulling into the Zeller’s parking lot of the Centre Mall.
Entering the store Iggy made his way upstairs, heading toward the small restaurant area located at the back of the upper level. Just as he reached the restaurant, a sharp veer to the left and Iggy stood in front of a pale yellow metal door simply labeled ‘Men’s’. As Iggy entered he straightened his shoulders and shook his head (OCC : 1BP spent for AWE, BP 12 (6) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)).
It was your standard public men’s room. Across from the door were two sinks. Ten urinals across from six stall were located on the left, another 2 stalls and 3 sinks on the right. A few men lingered at the urinals, and the two right hand stalls were occupied. Iggy turned to the left and made his way to the last stall on the left, turning a few heads as he did. Oops some one is going to have to polish their Oxfords.
Iggy settled himself in the stall leaned back against the wall spread his legs so as to offer a good view for anyone in the other stall through the large hole cut into the side of the partition. Iggy waited. It wasn’t long, soon one of the men from the urinal moved into the stall which shared the hole with Iggy’s. A few seductive looks and nods from Iggy soon had the gentleman’s pants around his ankles. Iggy smiled as his neighbour extended his groin through the opening. Iggy reach through and holding the man’s buttocks firmly, pulling him toward the shared wall, Iggy leaned forward and bite into the tender flesh. The gentlemen moaned as the ecstasy of the bite overwhelmed him. Soon he was pushing against the wall and gripping it solidly as Iggy drank for a moment. After a bit Iggy licked the wound closed and whispered “Thanks”. A mumbled response was returned as Iggy’s new fiend fumbled with his pants and exited (OCC 3 BPs for feeding BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)).
The vacated stall was quickly refilled with a second customer. This one lost no time being seduced, but merely dropped his pants and leaned backwards into the gloryhole. So this one is into something different – no mind. Iggy once again fed, this time longer and the growing moans from his companion would soon be drawing a crowd. Iggy finished his meal and after licking this wound closed, he stood up, wiped his mouth and offering a second ‘thank you’ he left the second gentlemen panting in his stall (OCC 4 BPs for feeding this time BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)).
As Iggy exited the washroom several more eyes followed him longingly from the washroom. Soon Iggy was out of the store and on his way to the meet. From the Centre Mall it would be an easy drive up Barton. On a good day that was just ten minutes more. Looking at his cell phone Iggy winced, ten minutes he didn’t have as it was already nine o’clock.
No much he could do about it. Iggy drove off on Barton Street. Shortly, he pulled into the Price Choppers parking lot next to the jail, looking for the rest of team Beta.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 8:30 pm - Double Angel Studios - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=5/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
Angel stepped out of the shower and began to dress. The jeans were black but faded from long wear, comfortable and familiar. The t-shirt he pulled on was old as well and the band logo on it had long broken up and separated into small indistinguishable patches of faded colour. When he was done, he added an old battered jean jacket that had definitely seen better days.
They had all come from a rarely used section of his closet. Angel kept only a few relics of his rowdy past. He usually wore them when he was planning an evening out with Iggy, since designer labels went so poorly with their usual evening's activities. He felt it was an appropriate choice and might actually buy him a little more slack from the Brujah when it came to him giving orders.
He slipped through is private passage between the studio and the bar. With a quick phone call he summoned Tina in to quickly discuss the stock levels of the Unyon. When they were done, Angel slipped his arms around her. Tina giggled nervously. She always did when Angel fed. It was almost as if she were afraid he'd one day go too far. He never had. He never would. It made Tina feel horribly naughty and allowed her to relax far more than she usually did. On the nights Angel fed from her, Tina went home with vastly more tips.
OOC: Two blood points take + efficient digestion = 3 points BP= 8/11
Angel's next stop was Wendy's desk. "Truck rental arranged?" he asked.
"Ford F-150 crew cab, 4x4 with a tonneau cover, whatever that is," Wendy replied. "Enterprise on Barton just past Gage has it waiting for you. I told them you'd be there by nine."
"You are truly a goddess," Angel said, kissing her wrist and grazing it with his fangs.
"That isn't what my paycheck says," Wendy replied, her eyes half closing.
OOC: Two blood points take + efficient digestion = 3 points BP= 11/11
Ten minutes later, Angel was in a cab heading to the rental agency to pick up his truck for the night. If all went well, he'd be at the meeting point ten minutes early.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 9 pm. - Gore Park - Nat- Team Gamma
Nat=BP=7/10, WP 5/5 HP 7/7
Nat had woken and checked her latest sales and auctions on ebay. After checking out packages that had been mailed to her and sliding some into packages so they could be mailed, Nat got ready for the game. She left a note up in the kitchen table since her mother was at bingo for the night instructing her to mail the packages that were left on the table in the morning.
Nat had sat down for several moments staring at the clothes in her closet. She had given it some thought about how Desdemona should act as a character. The Gothic club clothes were a no go. No Des was more sedate than that. She selected a pair of dark navy jeans and a midnight blue wool sweater. Hey if I'm going to be out all night I don't want to freeze my ass off.... Nat slid on a pair of black leather boots and tossed on her outback jacket to help ward off the cold as well help hide the rapier she had belted at her hip.
The only other thing to be done was to pick up the 'blood packets' out of the fridge. She still had 3 left over from the night before. She slid two of them into the inner pocket of her jacket and the third bag into the right hand outter pocket.
Several more minutes were spent as Nat did her best to fill her coat up with needed items without the effect of looking over burdened with stuff. The rest of the odds and ends went into a medicine man bag. It had been a gift from one of her former game masters that just loved how in character she could get.
Nat brushed her long blonde hair out and then swept it off her neck and shoulders she secured it in a pony tail. Tonight she would hunt, she thought to herself as she studied her reflection in the mirror. She slipped on a fair of fingerless lather driving gloves and nodded knowing if she handled her sword she would have a better grip.
She strode upstairs her gait confident and a look of calm cool seriousness on her face. She took the minivan and made her way to gore park to meet with Lobo and the others at the fountain.
The drive from Hess to their designated spot was quick. Parking was also surprisingly easy to find. Despite it being full swing at the Bingo hall Des managed to find a spot and put in 50 cents at the meter.
She headed across the road checking her watch. She still had time and would be making it to the meeting spot without having shown up late. Her boots clipped across the cold cigarette littered sidewalk as she scanned the surroundings. She saw him and approached Lobo. She gave him a mere nod as she crossed her arms and sat on the edge of the fountain. "So where are the others?" She asked calmly as she looked up at him.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:30 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie strolls into the parking lot seeing Bama leaning against his ride with Art and Bear in the Dodge Ram behind "Early as always Bama" the bikers embrace and Boogie nods to the others in the truck "no troubles crossing the border I hope" Boogie then goes to the bed of the truck and opens a hidden compartment and pulls out a duffel bag and opening it begins to gear up. He takes off his leather jacket and puts on the shoulder holster for his sawed off shotgun then holsters the weapon, he then pulls out a leather trench coat also bearing the Outlaw MC colors and puts it on and slips a disposable cell phone and two boxes of shells into his pockets, one marked with a red dragon, and finally pulls out a double weight Yankee training bat "great you got everything, enjoy yourself while your in town, just try to stay downtown, and don't go over board nikki wouldn't be happy if we started a war right now" Boogie quickly goes upstairs and drops his bag in the bedroom of 502 before heading back down, finding Bama and the others had left Boogie got on his bike and holstered the bat on the bike then pulled out heading to the church on bay st.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:39 pm - Team Beta - Jallyn- The train station...
Jallyn= BP12/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
Jallyn waited outside in the parking lot alone by herself. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a ribbed black sweater. A pair of hiking boots adorned her feet and she wore a dark brown bomber style jacket. She wore no make up this night and had decided to wear her hair in a long braid. Last nights fight had taught her that it would be prudent to keep her hair out of her face.
Feeding had been quick but enjoyable her sire had let her sup from his wrist as he drank a young lady that had come over to service him.
It hadn't been a full meal for herself but it had helped replenish her supply somewhat. The night before had left her lower than she had wanted but she couldn't help but monitor the auras of everyone present at the meeting to get a feel for how things had gone.
But now Vincent and Seth were gone and she was alone in the parking lot. She had her gun tucked in the waist band of her pants and hoped with luck that it would remain hidden under her jacket and that she would not have to use it.
Until then she would wait for the others.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:28 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Vincent & Seth - Team Delta
Vincent=BP13/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7
Seth=BP14/14 WP 8/8 HP 7/7
Vincent pulled up out front the Tisdale apartments leaving the Jimmy to idle as he waited for Cera and Tamara to join them.
He has sitting in his lap the information that had been faxed to him. Some of it had been very helpful. He was eager to start the night and start hunting.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 9:45 pm Waylon's Haven - Delta Force - Waylon
BP 13 (5) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon could feel the hunger gnawing as soon as he awoke. He was still sitting in the chair from the night before, a paintbrush still balanced in his fingers. His eyes sought out the canvas.
It's exquisite....
He needed to feed.
The colour is perfect. It's like I stole his eyes and put them on canvas.
He needed to feed.
I must paint the others.
He needed to feed.
Reluctantly, Waylon tore himself away from the canvas. He showered quickly and changed, grabbing his dojo bag as he did so. He had always worn a black gi, so it would make decent camouflage for the night's adventures. He threw in the two nightsticks and the gun he'd taken from the cop. He doubted that he'd use it but it was better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it.
The quickest place for him to feed was likely to be the Embassy in downtown Hamilton. It wasn't far from where he was supposed to meet Vincent and the others. With the need for blood gnawing at his stomach like some junkie's need for a fix, Waylon slipped into the Miata. He hoped he wasn't going to be pulled over for speeding, otherwise he'd likely take a round out of the cop.
I'm not going to make it to the Embassy. I'm going to hit the Phoenix. That will take the edge off and I'll top up at the Embassy. Thank God for university pubs. I just hope I don't get one that is already drunk.
OOC: one point each from two drunk students BP 13 (7)
Two engineers later, Waylon was weaving slightly as he drove. He pulled into the parking lot behind Hamilton's largest gay bar and slipped the attendant a ten dollar bill to pay for parking.
Ironic that I'm using the back door. I wonder what they're going to think when I come out again in under half an hour?
It was almost an hour later that Waylon left the bar, the university beer diluted by enough time and blood that he wouldn't blow over .08 if he was pulled over. He'd likely just gained a reputation for being an insatiable cock hound as well, after heading off with three different men in next to no time at all. The fact that they'd all come back grinning like tomcats likely wasn't going to help him much.
The things I do for my clan and my Prince....
OOC: two points each from three bar patrons BP 13 (13)
He had only a few minutes left to make the meeting at Mohawk College. Fortunately it wasn't far. He pulled into the parking lot and pulled up beside Vincent's Jimmy.
"I'm not late, am I?" he asked.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45pm - Whitehern - Babadora
Babadora =BP15/15,WP=6/6 HP7/7
Babadora sat calmly outside Whitehern waiting for Fia.
The young girl wore a Cathedral School girls outfit and her top hat. She wore a black hunter green polar fleece jacket and her teddy bear backpack was still slung over her shoulder. She grinned as Fia pulled up and the young Tremere jumped into the truck. Their next destination was Dundas Driving park.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45 - 9:15 pm. - Hamilton - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (12) W 5 (5) H 7(6)
Vic cleaned up the blood and redressed then headed out to the main area to care for his friends "who's going to help tonight?" walking over to one of the hives he whispered "no dear i think you still need to rest from last night but if some of your hive-mates would be willing that would be great" after safely stowing his friends Vic heads to the Arnie via the sewers. "Hey charlie any of the regulars show up tonight?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:35 pm. - Hamilton - Seth & Vincent- Delta Force
Vincent=BP13/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7
Seth=BP14/14 WP 8/8 HP 7/7
The Jimmy pulled into the parking lot outside the Arnie and Set. " We are just waiting on Vic and Waylon now But we have a half hour still. "
Vincent nodded. " I have some intell from Antigen about our guys. Tamara would you like to have the honors of going through everything before the group assembles?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 7:36 - 9:00 pm - Tisdale apartments - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=8/12 , WP=6/6, HUM=5/5
It was a slow morning for the young miss Collins, but especially so thanks to her being in a new bed. It took her a moment to recall the previous day and push all sleep time illusions from her freckled head.
Rory had slept restlessly as usual, but the Gangrel was used to it and knew as long she fed on something she'd be fine. Of course, she was out of her element in Hamilton. 'Where am I supposed to be hunting again...?' The ginger Kindred wondered groggily.
"Where's my pants...?"
It was a slow morning.
Eventually the Gangrel girl found her head (and her pants). She let a sleeping Cash out of the bathroom and retrieved a small bag of dog food she'd crammed into her carry-on bag, pouring it into a bowl. The German Shepherd munched away at it happily as she changed into a cleaner set of clothes.
Rory pulled on a faded green t-shirt with a big pair of cherries featured on the bust over her red-white-and-blue bra. In spite of finding her pants from yesterday, the Gangrel decided to wear a cleaner pair. The pants were tight-fitting with grey-plaid, done up with a woven hemp belt bearing a pot-leaf belt-buckle. Finally she topped it off with a pair of blue and green striped toe-socks and David Bowie underpants. Yes, Rory Collins was all set to go fight the bad guys.
After pulling her hair back into a pony tail, throwing on her jacket and shoes, and picking up the strange box that had been left for her, Rory and Cash slipped out of the house.
As she got into the elevator the freckled Gangrel let her curiosity get the better of her and finally opened the box. "A cell phone...?" she asked allowed. 'First the limo and now this...' Rory finished in thought, 'All these expensive commodities, I'll never get used to them. Although I guess I can see the use of a cell phone...'
Rory stepped out into the night air with a smile. Hunting time. A guilty pleasure of the young Kindred. Her humanity hated doing it, but the beast within her longed and lived for it. She was accepting it slowly. Very slowly for her clan.
Rory made the short trek to the down-town area, Cash helping her keep from getting lost in the new city. It didn't take long for her to find some roaming teenager.
The Gangrel pulled the unsuspecting black-clad male into a near-by alley, pinned him against the brick wall and dug her fangs into his jugular vein.
[ooc: drained 3 blood points = 4bp with Efficient Digestion
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HUM=5/5]
"Thanks, kiddo..." Rory mumbled, keeping the frightened but blushing teen against the wall. The situation was surreal for the Kine, so he was out of it and dizzy. She wiped away the trail of crimson at her lips and left the dazed emo child to fend for himself.
Now to make it to their meeting place. The ginger checked the time on her new cell-phone. 'Gonna be late...' Rory found a cab parked in a near-by lot, gave him the location and waited to arrive at her destination.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:50 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"Hey there, gorgeous. Can I give you a ride?"
Angel was driving an black pick-up truck and, except for the hair, looked completely unlike he had the night before. The truck's radio was tuned to an AM news station, which was currently spewing traffic reports.
"You might as well hop in while we wait for the others," he said to the Toreador. "No sense standing out in the cold."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Hamilton - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (12) W 5 (5) H 7(6)
"Yeah Vic three have arrived so far" Vic nodded "Can you ask one of them to come back" Vic waited then asked for sustenance from the regular and after feeding and healing headed out to the parking lot to meet the rest of the team
OCC BP 13 (12) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:40 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie pulled up behind the church and headed in to speak to the homeless people from last night putting his best face on "Hey boys. How was the day? Any news?"
OCC 1 BP spent on Awe
P=7/7, BP=9/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:40 pm. -corktown church - Boogie - Team Gamma
"Well we had some special forces or cops in here earlier that raided the place at around 9am. Apparently they were looking for your friends too I think. Scared the shit out of Charlie and I here." Ray replied carefully. "They dragged us out into a truck and i thought that was the end."
Ray nodded "Yeah cept one of em looked at us for a second and said to let us go cause we weren't the guys they were looking for. I don't know what these guys did but seems like half the cities gunning for em."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia gave Babadora a weak smile, "Off we go, then." Fia didn't really feel like talking.
By the time they got to Dundas, it was 9:00. She found the park and made her way in.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:40 - 9:00 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"Okay thanks" Boogie slips them a couple of 10's "its not double but the info wasn't quite what I was looking for either, keep your ears and eyes open" Boogie then heads out on his bike heading for gore park
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:51 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Jallyn
Jallyn= BP12/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
"Thank you Mr. Angelino." Jallyn replied offering the man a grateful smile that dimmed only a touch as she added. "But its not like I'll catch a cold or get sick. We are after all kindred."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:52 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I told you, Mr Angelino is my father. I'm Angel or if you can't handle anything that informal, Angelo. If nothing else, sitting in here will keep you from getting hit on by every Tom, Dick and Harry that wanders past." Angel looked at his watch. "We've still got a few minutes before the others arrive. Have you eaten?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
"You seem to be doing well Fia." Babadora replied as they drove into the park. "How did your talk go with the Prince?" she asked curiously.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:45pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia looked at Babadora out of the corner of her eye, "As well as can be expected. I'm not expecting a Christmas card this year..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:52 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Jallyn
Jallyn= BP12/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
"I apologize Mr.- I mean Angelo and yes sir, I have eaten. However I might have to pause part way though the night to top up since reading auras takes a fair amount of blood to do so continuously through out the night." The red headed Toreador replied.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:53 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"I know the feeling. Dominating the police all night left me pretty much tapped out as well," Angel said. "With any luck, we won't need to go to quite the same extent as last night to pull this one out of the bag. They hit the hospitals and when we were all distracted, they hit the jail. Tonight they're either Embracing all the convicts or dealing with Fledglings, since I doubt they'd go through all that trouble for a second round of disposables. Which reminds me...." Angel pulled out his cell phone and dialed Babadora's number.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:46pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
"The young girl nodded "That may be true. However I cannot help but be curious. You are still here and alive. What was his ruling? Did he just let you off the hook? Also I hate to ask this but my curiosity has gotten the better part of me. What was it like you know when you did it? Do you feel any different? Stronger perhaps? I have only read about such things in as partial excerpts and have little solid data on the subject.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:46pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Actually it was a very traumatic experience," Fia replied tersly, "He said that this is the time of war, and things like this can be set aside for more important things. I don't remember what happened during. Now I have these thoughts that aren't mine and I say things I wouldn't normally say," Fia rambled. "I really don't want to talk about it. It's still fresh, and it burns."
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:35 pm. Hamilton Streets – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Tamara nodded and opened the folders that had been handed to her. She had barely spoken since they met -sharp at 9:25-, her expression somewhat distant, thoughtful, but at the same time over alert.
She had woken up feeling tired and restless… most probably another day of nightmares, but had still forced herself to move efficiently, putting memories and concerns out of the way. As much as they kept her moving, they wouldn’t keep her alive. She had left the apartment before Cera or Rory, taking her weapons, notes and the cell phone package with her name on it before leaving.
She definitively was not in a talkative mood… Bad day and also her brain seemed to be a bit in overdrive after she’d fed from that bastard… That was one of the double blade things that made her hunting easier, but at the same time left her with an acrid aftertaste. She had dressed in black worn pants, not as stretch as the ones she had on last night, a black T-shirt that was obviously large for her frame but also helped conceal both the knives and the stakes, an open hoodie and tracking shoes. Her hair was braided again but this time pulled up making a sort of a crown around her head, covered by a worn cap. With no makeup on, the overall effect made her seem much younger, perhaps a 10-13 year old kid, and that always attracted someone she didn’t mind feeding from.
“What does it mean to you that the group was being transferred from the prison in Barton to Kingston?” She asked as she skimmed through the papers. The vehicles they had used wouldn’t be of much importance now. If those planning the breaking had half a brain… and you should never underestimate the enemy… those cars would’ve been left behind long ago.
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:39 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Vincent
"Kingston means were in shit. Deep shit. Barton is usually a mickey mouse jail small crimes small time. Petty thieves you know B&E's Minor theft fights and even car jacking. Kingston is the jail they send you when you've really screwed up. Violent offenders are sent there. You don't go to Kingston unless you are bad news. The must of had a shipment waiting to be transferred for today or tomorrow... Man if they got embraced this isnt good. It means we are dealing with Criminals that now think they're invincible and that don't have any qualms about hurting or killing." Vincent replied looking concerned. "And I don't know how much use looking for the cars is going to do. More than likely they have ditched them. The again maybe I am wrong. What I would like to know is what would you do in a situation like this if you were them. "
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:48pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
Babadora nodded "You have my apologies. It must be terrible. I shalln't pry. This looks like a good spot to park. Lets just wait over here by the tennis courts and hope that Jeromy and Xiaoqing arrive shortly."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:39 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
Vic appears beside the vehicle the rest of the team was in "Sorry I'm late, and it would depend on what they're after, if its just more chaos then they'd hit more public places... Bars, apartment buildings and the like but if they have more specific targets or information they may start targeting us... our havens."
OCC 1 BP had been spent on unseen to go through parking lot to find team and he overheard conversation
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 9:04pm - Haven's/Gore Park - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial sat up in bed and blinked at the clock. She didn't have long before she had to meet the others at the park. She straightened up and closed her eyes trying to focus her thoughts on Antigen. She needed to practice if she were to get anywhere with the spell he had given her. It wasn't long before her head began to fill with thoughts of getting going and it agitated her as she grumpily got out of bed almost 10 minutes later.
After the night previous she knew better not to wear any good clothing however what she pulled out wasn't old or tattered either. A comfortable pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck T-shirt along with a nice pair of white sketchers that screamed please dirty me I"m new and shiny. She brushed her hair out and threw it into a pony and washed her face throwing a bit of makeup and was out the door and in her car by 8:30.
She still needed to feast and knew the perfect spot. It wasn't to far from her house. It wasn't the most glamorous way to feed but it always worked in a pinch. She pulled up near the bingo hall and walked around back. She waited for one of the ladies to come out and grinned. It wasn't much of a struggle or that long before she was trying to get the smell of cheap rose perfume and bingo dabber from out of her nose but she was full and it would do. She licked the wound clean and called into the hall for help that she was coming down the street and saw her fall. Other came out to watch for the authorities while she bowed out explaining she was late for an important meeting.
It was 9 on the nose when she parked close to the parking lot and began to walk in towards the fountain. A smile crept across her face seeing Lobo and Nat already there.
OOC: BP=8+3 = 11
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:00 pm - James st. Train Station - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HUM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory paid the cab, apologizing for her American funds before stepping out with her dog by her side. She took a moment to stretch her sore muscles and let Cash bound about for a bit before looking around for the others.
It took a while for the young Gangrel to spot the truck. She walked over to it nervously, wondering if it was part of Team Beta or someone completely different. Rory let Cash trot up to the vehicle first. He barked back at his Kindred friend. He seemed wary.
"What does that mean?" Rory hissed under her breath. The Shepherd's response could have gone both ways.
Finally, she worked up the courage to go up to the vehicle. The Gangrel let out a sigh of relief, smiled, and knocked lightly on the window of the passenger-side, waiving to her teammates.
((ooc: parentals kicking me off for a little while, so if Angelo invites us in, then we go in the car and sit quiet-like. will be back later, hopefully before the others arrive and we start mission-ing))
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:00 pm. - Gore Park - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Hi Desdemona, the others coming up behind you, hi Boogie." Lobo turned to address the Brujah. Odd coming in from that direction.
"Hey Calvin, we're just waiting on Athial there she is."
Lobo waited for the group to form then continued, " The plan for tonight is to start with the downtown core. Lister block and its sister buildings on James then we'll circle around north James back into the old Greyhound terminal on Rebecca, grab the Tivoli theatre, the Cenrury and Odeon theatres and the Connaught Hotel. That should keep us busy for a bit. Desdemona you are driving for the moment, Calvin you hang on to this walkie-talkie, you'll be our voice.
Anyone have any suggests as to how we could best position ourselves - remembering we're scouts, not a war party, if we have to fight yes - the the information is what has to survive?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:53pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
Babadora was enjoying the silence and contemplating what their places to look included when her cellphone went off.
"Hello you have reached Babadora's Cellular Phone, This is Babadora." Babadora answered.
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:40 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
The gypsy remained silent for a minute or two after the newcomer’s words, meditating on the fugitives. “Exactly… the main question is why… Are they just looking for muscle… brains or specific abilities… or just a massive distraction? If there are any contacts within the police or something that could go through the individual profiles for these men that could be helpful… explosive experts, hunters, robbers, assassins… what are we looking for?” Tamara mused again, berating herself for not having detected Vic’s presence. If it had been one of the Sabbat, they could’ve taken damage. “Dealing with 10-18 fledglings is not an easy task unless you know exactly what you want and have a good control over them. For starters I would think there’s more than a couple of older Kindred involved and active in this and perhaps from the clans better able to control the newborns.”
She sighed and turned again to look outside. “About the vehicles, I agree, at least that’d be the smart thing to do ad I don’t believe we’re dealing with complete idiots. In any case, it might be wise to keep an eye out for…” she paused a second as she went through a couple of folders until she found the desired information. “For a dark red to purple colored Chrysler mini van, a Hinocube van that is either cream or white, and a blue or possibly back GMC Jimmy. No plate numbers available. Perhaps they have been ditched far from where they found haven but at least we could pick up a couple of leads or at least a scent.”
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"Well I'm good at threatening... and I'm good at following through on my threats so put me where you thinks best and I'll let you know when I think I should be somewhere else"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10pm - Tisdale Apartments--- Hearst team alpha
Wonders how Scott did at procuring weapons and equipment that he had said he was going to get.
Taking the cell phone from the box that had his name on it, wondering if it will ring with some news he will actually want to hear, Hearst examins it for brand name and checking contact list and call history etc. then looks for a phone book and a newspaper to attempt to find out where on this night any sporting event or athletic competition might be happening. and the phone book just in case to find out where all the training facilities and gyms are so that he can have places to feed from appropriate stock. Although a bit famished it must be the proper food to feed upon hearts must find athletes.
MMMMM Hearst treisd to keep composure while thinking of the wonderfully tasting challenge it might be to procur proper sustenance. while at the same time looking at setting up future possible feeding sites. Thinking to himself " maybe someone i come across will know of some unddrground sporting combative events i can enter and fight (chuckling slightly) my food err i mean for my food>
bp13 wp 5 hp 7
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:43 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Vincent
"You aren't late Vic we were early hop on in." Vincent replied. "But as it stands Tamara the infomation gathering from out police friends is going to be difficult." he replied as he handed her the daily edition of the spectator news paper. The head line read 20 officers dead after Prison Break. The next article under it read Drug addicts raid Hamilton Hospital 35 people and 6 officers Killed at Hospital 15 others gravely injured... "Feel free to read it over but as you can see our Police force has taken a pretty hard blow and theres a lot of chaos. I can call in but we cannot rely on the fact that we might get feed back."
Seth turned to look at Vic who had climbed into the back of the Jimmy. "So Vic you have a lot of knowledge about this area. Where do you think Prime spots to hide 18 inmates and a Sabbat scouting party might be located?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:54 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Babadora? It's Angel. Just sending you a reminder that Chaz is supposed to call Fia tonight. He's either a Mac or a Mohawk student. You might want to remind her that he's going to be calling and make arrangements either to have somebody he recognizes meet him or have the ghoul squad pick him up. In either case, he's the only one outstanding from last night. I'd like to present the Prince with a clean slate from yesterday, even if things go to Hell tonight."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05 pm. - Gore Park - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Great, Boogie you take point, one of the trackers next, Athial thats you, then Calvin, Desdemona and I will watch rear. It things go bad, Athial and Calvin drop back, Calvin you vanish and high tail it until you can call for re-enforcements. I'll step forward and fight with Boogie. That means that Athial and Desdemona are watching our backside and running interference for Calvin. Good so everyone knows what we're doing and when. Lets get going - Desdemona please to your van."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:55pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
"Of cousre I will replay the message to Fia to have her keep her phone on in hopes of this Chaz, may contact her tonight. With luck He will do just that. Good luck tonight Angello." Babadora replied before adding "Farewell." She clicked the phone shut and looked over at Fia. "The message has been relayed to you now correct?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:08 pm. - Gore Park - Des- Team Gamma
Des nodded and lead the group back to the van out back behind the bingo hall. "Does it make a difference to your plans if I volunteer the information that I too can go invisible? Team Beta used me as a scout last night while they took the prisoners to their cars."
She reached the cream colored mini van and opened the doors allowing the others to climb in. "There might be an issue with needing money for gas later on as well. I am looking at a 1/4 tank at the moment."
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Wednesday April 22nd,9:45 pm Waylon's Haven - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon finished changing into his gi. "They'd need access to a blood source. That's a lot of hungry vampires. If they want to keep them all alive and use them as the latest Sabbat shock troops rather than just a distraction, they'll need a place that is quiet and secure, where no one will be able to overhear what they're doing. I remember my first few nights. I wasn't much use to anyone, so I'm assuming they'll be busy babysitting for the next little while. And having that many in one spot would compound the problem. If it were me, I wouldn't want to have to deal with that many animals in one spot unless I could keep them in separate cages." Waylon paused. "Does the HPH have a wing where they keep the violent patients?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:43 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
"I don't know the area as well as I should but we, I mean team Gamma... at least last nights team Gamma, found some clues at a cemetery last night and they're are only two major ones up here; Resurrection Catholic Cemetery? on Garner road just in Ancaster and Our Lady Of The Angels Catholic Cemetery on Mud st on the other end of the mountain"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:45 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vincent- Delta Force
"Both of your idea's hold Merritt Waylon and Vic. Tamara has a map of Hamilton or she did last night. I think we should take another look at the map and see where other potential spots may lie. Its better to go and do them in an area than to have to drive back and forth and waste time back tracking to get to spots we could have checked out previously." Vincent replied as he leaned over an opened the glove box passing it back to the 3 Kindred in the back seat.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10pm - Tisdale Apartments--- Hearst team alpha
Sreeing in the paper that there is a family fitness gym at jackson square downtown herast starts to think hmm yummy dinner .... oh wait .......
a dojo by swiss chalet advertised in the paper as ..
hmmm athletes... dinner .. and a challenge at the same time what more could a vampire of my status and abilities ask for .....
finishing dressing and gathering a walking stick if there is one handy in the apartment heads out for a challenging and nourishing dinner.... and heads striaght for the dojo and waits anxiously for a suitable snack err thinks to himself challenge to be alone and hoping to feed off of his new sparring partner after they leave the dojo
dinner and a challenge and if all goes well still be back in time to meet scott for 9at the apts
bp 12/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm. - Lister Block - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Desdemona, invisible too thats great. I would think an invisible attacker would be great - if one is needed. I would still keep you in the rear though helping me if we get atacked from the rear. I'm not quite as sturdy as Boogie there. Gas should be no problem when we get to that."
The van pulled into a parking lot on King William across from the Lister block. Its Victorian arches over the darken second floor windows hinted of forgotten days of glory, an illusion sadly washed away by the graffitied plywood covering its lower facades. "One first stop for the night."
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:45 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
“Any and all information could be useful,” the gypsy had replied before Waylon also joined them. At least the team was complete now. She kept reading the paper that Vincent had handed her when another question came forefront.
“Do you know if, besides the accounted dead were there other people missing last night? Whether from the hospitals or some place different? I know the police force must be in a chaos at the moment but perhaps some odd comment? If the Sabbat is recruiting, they might’ve not just killed last night but also added some more…” Tamara asked as she fished the map from one of her pockets and offered it to Vincent.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
Vic's blood began to rise at the thought of all these kindred going through his territory, even with them being friends "the HPH does indeed have a Forensic unit for low and medium security cases. However considering that St. Joseph's, who runs the hospital, increased security on site at the start of the night last night and that is where I was last night after the meeting at the Prince's I doubt they would be there"
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:46 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Tamara
"Everything you have in that file on your lap is as current as I could get. It was dropped off at 8pm by one of the Princes ghouls. So if there are no missing persons reports then they either didn't add them or there were none. Plus there is the fact that here in Hamilton you need to wait 72 hours to be able to file a missing persons report."
"I think we should check out the subdivisions that are under construction out Ancaster way as well. There are large areas that you could hide during the day. So that might be another option." Seth replied "You have any where else you can think of Waylon?"
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Wednesday April 22nd,9:47 pm Waylon's Haven - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Good enough," Waylon said. "What about old jails or things like that or even a big dog kennel? I know there used to be a convent around here. Maybe that would work as well. I'm not as up on the history of the city as I should be. What about old hotels or places like that? Get much above the sixth floor and people aren't going to hear you screaming."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm. - Tisdale Apts - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie followed the van on his bike. "okay where do you want me fearless leader" Boogie was still trying to decide about Lobo, he walked like a fighter, a hunter but he dressed like a suit. Boogie stepped off his bike pulling his bat from its holster.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
"That's right, I had forgotten about the convent its right across the street on the other side of West 5th its still in use but I doubt that would give the Sabbat much pause"
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:47 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Tamara kept listening to all the possible options, trying at the same time to locate them on the map. She shook her head when Vincent pointed her once again to the folders on her lap as the source of information. “Yes, I do understand,” she replied, “but asking the correct questions can some times both jogged memories and/or point people to look for answers. If we don’t have the information now, could we at least ask for it?”
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~9:48 pm. Mohawk campus – Delta team – Vincent
"Feel free to call Whitehern. It will be listed in your Cellphone as just that more than likely. If you don't get an answer its because the Prince is busy or Chantal is tied up. But they will get back to you."
Seth passed Vic the Walkie talkie "Do you want to radio the Ghouls squad and let them know we are on our way to... What Cemetery do you guys want to hit first?" Seth asked.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Lister Block rear door - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"In the front Boogie. Do you think you could snap this lock for us and get this door open? Oh and on the way out - leave the bike parked and ride with us. No offense but this is a midnight run so lets be more discrete the bike and your colours flag you - or do you want the Outlaws to get the heat for any shit that might go down?
Calvin let the ghoul squad know where we are."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:50 pm Waylon's Haven - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Wouldn't it make sense to check out the convent first?" Waylon asked. "I mean, we're already here." He didn't want to take too much of the leadership role away from Vincent or Seth but it only made sense to him.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:52 pm Mohawk Campus - Delta Force - Vincent
"Alright then Convent it is. Lets hope the sisters don't have an issue with us poking about." Vincent replied as he started up the Truck again.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:00 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel waved Rory and Cash into the back seat. The dog greeted the two kindred in the truck with less than enthusiasm. "Glad to have you join us," Angel said. "Now where the Hell are Iggy and Jareth? I'm going to give them ten minutes before heads start rolling."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:25 - 9:02pm - Dojo On Bay Street-Tisdale apartments Hearst - team alpha
It didn't take long for Hearst to have to wait. A woman in her mid twenties was exiting the dojo with a duffel bag slung around her shoulder and was still wearing her karate Gi.
As Elna made her way over to her Chevy S10 and fumbled for the Keys Hearst made his move.
During the struggle the woman managed to elbow him in the face and he made a note that the force of it would definitely be leaving a bruise.
However after being hip tossed onto the ground he got quickly to his feet and grappled the woman to the ground. Her struggles ceased and the scream on her lips died as his fangs sang into her neck. The sweet taste of healthy adrenaline saturated blood filled his mouth. Not having much choice in the matter cause he couldn't leave the woman awake Hearst took enough so that the woman swooned.
It wasn't long before he made his way back to Tisdale apartments where he found Scott sitting out int he parking lot smoking a Cheroot cigar "Took your time Sweetie." He commented. "I got some toys here too. Looks like you've been a good boy this year..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10 - 9:04pm - Lister Block - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial climbed out of the van and looked up at the old building. She never truly understood why people were so fascinated with saving old decrepit buildings with little historical value. World landmarks were one thing to save like the coliseum or the great wall were a completely different story. She waited patiently for Boogie to open the lock.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Lister Block rear door - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"sure no problem, do you have a crow bar in the van?" Boogie takes the crow bar from the van and proceeds to unlock the door. "but no can do on the bike unless your route takes us near whitehern or the apartments where I can secure it"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Lister Block - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo stepped into the open door motioning the others to join him. "Okay Boogie front, the rest of us follow. Lets be quiet as we can without losing too much speed. Boogie will park it at Whitehern when we get a chance. Tell me we brought a flashlight?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:02pm - Tisdale apartments Hearst - team alpha
"I have satisfied myself for the time being. It was an exhilirating meal.
Again though i was up for the challenge." Hearst replied to Scott, laughing he continued, " you knows those thing (pointing at the ciagr) will kill you. Now let's see what toys you have been able to acquire for me. Shall we head up to an apartment or peruse the mercahndise right here in the parking lot?"
The whole time trying to conceal his enjoyment at tghe challenging meal Hearst is thinking to himself i shall have to make anote of where all the dojo's are in this city that was an ecellent meal. Also thinking to himself about his past that he cannot recall exept for a fight in a cage he thinks to himself maybe Scott might know of such events in this area?
"as a completye aside Scott, i was wondering do you know of any cage fighting events in this area that one such asmyself might enter. I know it has nothing to do withour mission but it mgith be something i will look into at a later date in regards to personal missions," Hearst asked Scott trying to hide his anxiousness and hope that this might lead to information about his past.
Bp13/13 wp 5/5 hp7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16 pm. - Lister Block - Nat/Des- Team Gamma
Would maybe using the lights from our cell phones be useful?" Nat asked her team.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:03pm - Tisdale apartments Scott- team alpha
"Well If you are wanting to know about goodies the bags right here." The Brujah replied patting the duffel. You can check it once we get on the road. "Tell me you guys at least planned shit out and got yourselves a car for the night cause I ride a bike and it seats two but your not cute enough and your tits aint big enough to ride with me big boy."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 8:10-9:04pm -Apartments/Train station - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth woke up and rummaged around the room in his boxers trying to find his things. He found his small suitcase and pulled out a pair of stressed jeans. He threw to shirts on the bed and took a moment before deciding to go with the Dark ashed purple color. He called up the taxi awaiting for it to arrive he did his hair and brushed his teeth. Before turning to the package that was surely to be his cell phone. He punched in a few numbers of friends of his as well. Before the cab honked below.
He climbed in explaining to the driver he was new to the city and wanted to go to a male strip club. With a raised eyebrow and a few minutes later he arrived and walked in looking around the place. It was good to see what was working and what clearly wasn't in this club for his own place he was hoping to have soon. He was at the bar and ordered a drink when a giggling drunk came running to him and asked if he was doing a show later. Jareth took the opportunity to give her a "Private" show out back.
It didn't take long before he had himself a drink and the woman was weak in the knees as he was plunking in her phone number to his new cell phone. He flipped the phone up and called for a cab again with a small frown. He really had to get a hold of his cabbie friend that moved to this city.
He glanced at his watch and grumbled to himself as they pulled up late to the train station. He paid the driver and climbed out noting those who had already arrived "I apologize for my tardiness."He spoek with a small bow as he approced the others.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Lister Block - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (13) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Okay use your cells if you need to navigate, I can see if we encounter anyone. Boogie I have to trade spots with you for this - take care of the others."
As Lobo and Boogie switched places Lobo's eyes change colour to a bright red. Once in front Lobo lead the group deeper into the building, pools of iridescent blue light following behind him.
occ 1 BP for 'eyes' BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm. - Lister Block rear door - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"No problem Boss" Boogie replied with a grin, falling back.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
I don't fucking believe it.
"Late and drunk." Angel snorted. "A wonderful way to start the night. Get in. You have no idea how pissed I am at you, Jareth. You're a Ventrue. I expected more from you than this. Tell me, are you required to feed from drunks or did you just happen to get lucky this time? I would have understood your being late if you had to find something appropriate but I can't believe this is the best you could do."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:52 pm Mohawk Campus - Delta Force - Cera
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
Cera climbed out of bed as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon. She felt awful, like she was sporting one heck of a hangover. In silence, she stepped to the shower, stripped herself down and climbed inside turning the water on as hot as she could get it. She stood there for a few long moments with her forearms and forehead pressed against the cool tile wall, letting the near-scalding water burn a trail down her back. Her breathing came slow and she took a few moments to shake off the almost overwhelming lethargy that seemed to weigh her whole body down. Once she felt sufficiently able to stand on her own two feet, she began to wash and eventually stepped from the shower feeling slightly less... roadkillish.
Wrapping a towel around herself she went to where her suitcase had been deposited and knelt down carefully, the long strands of her blond hair dripping chilly water down her chest. Unzipping the case, she dug through it until she found a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray t-shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and a dipping V shaped collar. She also dug out a hot-pink bra, black drawers, and two flat, silver shoes with little silver bows on them. The entire process from bed to out-the-door took about thirty minutes... and somewhere in the evolution she managed to stumble across the box containing her new phone.
Ohjoy... guess I should be glad it's not a leash...
The little derringer went around her ankle, the phone went into her back pocket and she left the room without so much as a glance at those around her. When she saw Seth and Vincent again she had to admit that she was just slightly relieved. Her conversation with Seth the night before had been short but it meant quite a lot. The fact that someone had taken a moment to actually talk to her (not yell, or scream, fight or shun her) meant the world and so though they were all still strangers she felt just that teensy bit less uncomfortable climbing into the big car and being toted about town. Her music player was still wedged between the ass and back cushions of her seat and she picked it up, sticking it into the little flap on the back of the passenger's seat.
As they plowed toward their ultimate destination she watched the scenery fly by, trying to commit as much of it to memory as humanly possible. The battery pack from the phone in her pocket put off the littlest bit of heat and she could feel it burning through the fabric of her jeans. Cera was quiet, listening to those around her speak, absorbing but not interfering. When they finally came to a stop she glanced at the driver via the rearview mirror.
Well, here goes nothing I suppose...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10 pm - The Convent - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
It was a smaller place than one might expect but isolated so that the main buildings were well hidden from the traffic. It didn't take Delta team long to search the grounds. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary in that quiet place. Waylon wondered whether the feeling that he was intruding was shared by the others. Perhaps it was the remains of old wards, their magic long neglected and forgotten. Perhaps they still functioned, recognizing the Kindred as not truly welcome but also not truly a danger. In any case, the occupants of the convent seemed none the worse for wear. The Sabbat, if they were here, were well hidden.
"Shall we start west and work east?" Waylon asked Vincent once they had all assembled once more.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:04pm -Train station - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth glanced at the semi fuzzy Angel that was yelling at him and rolled his eyes a little. He turned to Jallyn and nodded a little "Sorry if this may sound crude dear lady. Angel...You find an aroused chick on a time constraint and tell me how you don't hit up the drunk ones?! Yes it's primitive but I am Ventrue and aroused woman do it for me."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10 pm - The Convent - Delta Force - Vincent
Vincent nodded "Yeah it looks clear here. You guys tell me what the next closest destination is and we will go check it out. Once we get on the road we should call into the tracking team and let them know where we are going."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15pm - Lister Block - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial followed closely behind Lobo as she peered into the dark building. She could make out shapes here and there but nothing completely concrete. "I don't like this place" She said biting on her lip a little trying to get her barrings. "Its like something out of a horror movie"she paused a moment"and yes I realize how ironic that might be"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm -Train station - Jallyn- Beta
Jallyn's eyes widened at the news that Jareth had announced. She lowered her head taking an interest in the ground for just a few moments as she decided to let the two Ventrues iron things out.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:07 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Well, that explains why you're a stripper," Angel said. "But it doesn't excuse you're being late or not calling ahead to let me know what was going on. I could have helped you. Please tell me you're not too gooned to be of any use."
And where the Hell are you, Iggy?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:07pm -Train station - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth nodded "This is true sorry I didn't phone to inform you. As for "gooned" vision is slightly fuzzy but other than that I am fine. If I didn't know you were clean shaven I would say I was perfectly fine. I"m sure it will wear off in an hour or so."Jareth glanced to Jallyn. "I'm sorry I have made you uncomfortable."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16pm - Lister Block - Des- Gamma
Des walked across the room behind Athial one hand on her sword hilt and the other one holding the phone out. "Its a good place to possible find someone though. No one would want to live here that is for sure."
Her feet steeped on something crunchy but Des wasn't about to shine the light down and see what it was.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10 pm - The Convent - Delta - Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
In the corresponding silence when nobody spoke up. She said what were her first words for the day.
"I don't know the area," She told them. "I'm just following..."
Cera seemed somewhat pensive today. Unlike the night before when lack of sleep had made her brash, loud, irritable, and determined to cause as much trouble as possible... this evening she seemed almost more tired than the previous day.
"Feel free to lead us... fearless leader." Blue eyes fixed on Vincent.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:09 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel sighed. "I'm not clean shaven, Jareth. You just relax and we'll see if you're good to go a little later. Right now, I've got to call Iggy and make sure he's okay."
Angel began dialing. He didn't need to open the contacts section of his phone. He knew Iggy's cell number by heart. He swore when the number came up not available. "Can somebody pull up Iggy's new number? I've still got his old one and it's not in service any more."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:09pm -Train station - Jallyn- Beta
"It takes more than words to offend me Mr. Knox. If I may be so bold that is...tomorrow night when we meet I advise that maybe you find something that isn't so in the cups." Jallyn spoke her bright blue eyes meeting the drunk Ventrue's.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16pm - Lister Block - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial froze in spot hearing the crunching noise of Nat's feet. She reached towards Lobo's shirt. "For the love of god someone please tell me that the whole place isn't going to crunch under our feet."She shuttered a little at the thought.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10- 10:21 pm - The Convent - Delta Froce - Vincent
Vincent=BP11/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7 HM6 SC4
Seth= BP 12/14 WP 8/8 HP 7/7 HM 6 SC5
"I think the next area we should check out is Chedoke. There's the ice rink and all the public housing plus alot of spaces where you could tuck in for the day to hide. We will hit that next. Then we can try the Cemetery's ." Vincent replied as he pulled out and drove."
They drove in Silence but eventually they made it after ten minutes. Vincent got out we should split up to cover more ground. Cera you can come with me. Seth you can take Tamara, and Vic. And I'll take Waylon. "
Seth nodded and the two brothers turned on their auspex to start their hunt.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:11 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (7) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy seeing no one around headed into the coffee shop. He smiled and ordered a 'double double and an apple cinnamon donut while looking around for the rest of his team. Seeing none he called Angel's phone.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:09pm -Train station - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth just smiled as the beautiful woman looked at him. He starred back into her eyes and tried for force himself from blushing slightly. He broke his gaze and dug into his pocket and passed Angel his cell phone."I assume this has all the numbers plugged in"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10 pm - The Convent - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon nodded and fell into step with Vincent. "We're awfully heavy on aura readers," he said. "I didn't think there were enough of us to be able to put three in one group." He didn't see the need to activate his own Auspex. He could tell by the look on Vincent's face that the older vampire had already done so.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:11 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel was scrolling through the contract list on Jareth's phone when his own phone rang. He answered it with "This is Angel." At that moment he came across Iggy's new number in Jareth's phone. It was the same one that was ringing through on his phone. "Iggy? Where the Hell are you?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:25pm - The Convent - Delta Force - Vincent
"Yes but its fortunate. After a night you are ravenous of doing this. I was really thankful I had Jallyn around to help balance things out. Despite being heavy on Aura readers you and Seth can actually fight pretty well. Or at least that is the rumor. We can check out the housing since Seth seems to be heading to the ice rink. Just as well I can't pick a lock o save my life..." Vincent replied with a nervous chuckle. "How you hanging in there Cera bored yet?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10- 10:21 pm - Ice Rink - Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
Cera allowed herself to be toted about like so much baggage. To be honest she wasn't entirely sure that the ice rink and surrounding area was going to yield results. If she'd had to guess she would have thought that there would be a particular amount of 'kine' around... as novelties like ice rinks tended to draw crowds of that sort. Even into the night there would probably be far too many people for comfort in the general vicinity. However, she followed after Vincent without so much as a nod but she hurried along a bit figuring that the cemeteries would probably be a better bet.
People, real human people, don't like to be reminded of their mortality...
It seemed more likely that the fugitives would go wherever the people didn't. Less risk of discovery. If she were on the run she'd go anywhere but a public place. A cave, a sewer... whatever and wherever people refused to tread.
"Bored no," She said quietly as she slipped her useless glasses into place. "Skeptical yes."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:10 pm - Chedoke - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I suppose this is where I confess that, due to a very misspent youth, I actually can pick a lock," Waylon said. "Don't expect me to be particularly fast or be able to handle a complicated lock but I'll give it my best shot." He chuckled. "I've even got a few bobby pins with me and an excuse to be carrying them."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm-The Chedoke Housing area & Ice rink- Delta Force - Vincent
Vincent=BP11/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7 HM6 SC4
Seth= BP 12/14 WP 8/8 HP 7/7 HM 6 SC5
Seth Made his way over to the ice rink. Now that it was spring there would be little use for people to come over to it. He made his way down the slope and checked the building. It had a pad lock on it but giving it a gentle tug it came off. "Hmmmm thats not normal..." Seth mused. "Someone been in here." he held the lock up to the moon light seeing that it had been forced open. "Look sharp guys. With luck its just kids...."
Vincent and the others walked along the back of the housing. Some of it opened up into wide lots. It was there in the faint moon light after several long minutes of walking though the waist high deep grass that Vincent almost fell into a hole. It was large enough to a body but the upturned mud revealed no trace of anything in the hole.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:18 - 10:00 pm. - Lister Block/Whitehern/Greyhound Statiion - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Gamma team worked its way through the first floor. Although, dusty and wore down it was still a marvel. Crunching under the team's feet were the fallen rubble of the marble panelling that once adorned the walls. In some places the marble red, with black and white veining reflected odd colours backward in the bluish light - giving shadows a life of their own. Finding nothing amiss the team started up the far stairwell, the crunching of old plaster and worse under their feet the searched this floor for any sign of life. In one shop a sour odour assaulted the team. The smell of death infested the room, and from the back the sound of a door swinging. The shop had once been a clothing shop and the sound came form the changing room areas. A broken window allowed wind into the small space blowing the broken door of a changing room against a nearby wall. With the wind came moonlight. The moonlight played and reflected against the torn flesh of a young woman. She had been violently attacked but more the work of Kine then Kndred. The age and decay of the body was evident by the greenish tinge to the flesh as the swinging door played the light back and forth against the body. The women had been dead for weeks but the chunks of flesh missing from her neck told everything of how she died. Nothing more to be done here.
The rest of the floor was unexciting and so at the opposite end they headed up to the last and final floor. This area was once apartments but now most of the doors were fallen off. Three quarters down the team found one room fixed with a new steel door. Solid was the lock yet it was open. Again the team was assaulted but the smell of rotting flesh, flesh that had been baking in the heat of the sun. Inside the room was a tattered looking one room apartment. Throughout were the memories of maybe one or several lifetimes. The body held the dessicated remains of a middle aged hobo. The large glassless windows let the traffic of James street play across the corpse. The body was ravaged but the marks where the gentleman's throat had been ripped out still oozed. Both attacks appeared Vampirish but too old for this hunt.
Shaken the group left the Lister building. They returned to Whitehern to stow Boogie bike, stopped at a gas bar to fill up and purchase a couple flashlights then headed to the old Greyhound terminal. On the way Calvin notified the ghoul squad of the bodies, a possible rogue or caitiff vampire in the area and to let the squad know where they were headed next.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm - The Chedoke Housing area & Ice rink- Delta - Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
"Oop!" A startled gasp escaped her as she saw Vincent bumble a step. Reaching out she grasped fistfuls of fabric and hauled him backward. "Watch..."
Cera glanced over his shoulder and into the hole.
"Ohay!" She exclaimed. "Thank you honey... i always wanted one of these!"
She joked as she stepped forward, squinting into the dark.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm - Chedoke - Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon sunk down into a crouch and offered Vincent a hand. "Is that a grave or does it just look like one?" he asked. "Do you want me to call Seth?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:11 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (7) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"Where am I? Where oh hang on Angel
$3.25, right here ya are lassie, keep the change," Iggy paid for his coffee and snack.
"Angel, no one is here yet. I'm at the Barton Jail - well not the jail donut shop next door. Have you seen anyone? --- Slurp"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm-The Chedoke Housing - Delta Force - Vincent
Vincent=BP11/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7 HM6 SC4
"It looks like a grave to me. Spread out and see if there are any others near by if this is the only one maybe we can blame it on a sink hole. But I have a funny suspicion we may find more than this one. There are after all what? 18 convicts. The grass out here is high and at night its not likely they would have been noticed. Still... Sleeping in the ground. How barbaric..." Vincent muttered.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:12 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
If Angel still had a heartbeat, a vein would have started pulsing at his temple. "TRAIN STATION, Iggy. We're at the TRAIN STATION!"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:12 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Jallyn
Jallyn= BP12/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
Jallyn reached out to put a reassuring hand on Angels shoulder and made a soothing circular motion to try and calm him. "It was a mix up Angello sir, I'm sure he will get here right away. Getting angry wont help get us looking for them any faster." She replied gently.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:31 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon nodded and slipped away from Vincent, staying low and working his way through the tall grass. It would serve to conceal him and to prevent him from falling prey to another grave.
We are scouts this time, not fighters. If we run into trouble, we call in the ghouls and hope they can handle a full score of hardened criminals with a newly awakened thirst for blood. There is no way we'll be able to stay out of the fight. Antigen's ghouls might be able to handle themselves but God forbid that any of Helen's be expected to fight. All they can do is sort paintings and arrange fund raisers. If one of them had to fight, it would be like watching a Pomeranian facing off against a pit bull.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 13 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7)
Vic heard Seth's warning and immediately faded into the void, preparing follow the rest of the teams lead.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:12 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"The Train Station, what are you at the train station for? We were there last night. We were to meet at the Jail tonight. That's where I am. Look I'll wait here until you get here. If any of the others arrive I'll cover for ya, Angel... I'll say you got tied up at work or something. Don't worry it will be cool."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:12 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Iggy, we were supposed to meet at the train station at nine," Angel snapped, shaking off Jallyn's soothing hand. "Everyone else is here with me. Jesus, man, is this the sort of effort you give Donna? You think I'm going to cut you slack because you're my friend?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 pm. - Chedoke Ice rink - Seth- Delta Force
Seth quietly swung the door open the darkness within the rink beckoned them. He stepped in carefully and motioned the others to join when they are all in Seth flicked on the light once the door was closed.
The smell of blood weighed heavily in the air... Seth motioned for them to search the place.
It wasn't long before they found the naked body of a girl that was maybe 16. She had multiple bite marks out of her arms neck and legs but there was not a drop of blood on the floor or anywhere else on her body.
Off to the other corner they found a heavy set man dead covered in Jail tattoos and still wearing an inmates suit. His throat held the tell tale signs of being cleanly bitten though the wound had not been licked shut. On the floor 4 Inmates outfits lay on the floor cast off like shedded snake skins.
Seth swallowed. "I think this merits a call what do you guys say?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:12 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"Whoa there Angel - Don't start with the Lecture. If I got the meeting place wrong so be it. Tell me if you want me to wait or to go meet you. I don't care which. And Angel - just a warning friend to friend - leave Donna out of it. Period.
So where do you want me to go?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"I'll come to you," Angel said. He could hear the warning note in Iggy's voice and chose, for the moment, to heed the warning. "No sense both of us moving. I'll be there in five minutes."
I was counting on you and you let me down, Iggy. You let me down, just when I needed you most....
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm - James St Train Station - Team Beta - Jallyn
BP11/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
She had pulled away from Angel when he had shrugged her off. She studied his facial features as he spoke to Angel taking in his movements. Even without having her Auspex up she could tell he was mighty upset.
She instead opted to slide into the back seat beside the lesser of the two evils. Jareth was drunk, but she was not aroused and Kindred and therefor safe. She wanted to sit beside Rory but the dog didn't like her. It was painful since she had always been such an animal person to suddenly have them dislike her. However they were perceptive and could no doubt catch the scent of death that she and every other kindred gave off.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"K Angel, I'll hang here for ya," Iggy let his voice soften, " I'm in the back parking - I'll just keep as eye on the jail till y'all get here."
Iggy closed the connection.
Fuck, I screwed up - Donna again I screwed up. What kind of Brujah am I?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:18 pm - Near the Jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
The black pick-up pulled into the parking lot and pulled up by Iggy's bike. "Now that we're all in the same place," Angel began, "we can work on our plans for the night. Have you seen anything down here or on your way over, Iggy?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:03pm - Tisdale apartments Hearst- team alpha
"unfortunately i did not personally make arrangements for a vehicle. I obviously wrongly assumed that transportation would be provided us. hmmm i am unfamiliar with this city at this point but i suppose we could take a cab or we could maybe rent a vehicle from somewhere or does anyone know of anyone we may be able to borrow a vehicle from on short notice. Or we could even just ""appropriate """ a vehicle from somewhere," Hearst replied to Scott as he reached for the duffel bag to examine the contents and see what was inside.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:13 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
As The dark truck approached Iggy wiped the last of his donut off his beard.
Seeing Angel and the group Iggy put on his best smile and raise his mug of coffee, "Hi y'all sorry about the screw up. No Angel, nothing worth noticing either here or on the way over. Everything the same at the train station?" And why can't I leave well enough alone?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:31 pm - Chedoke- Delta - Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
For just a moment Cera eyed Vincent as if he'd grown a second head, but then she turned and walked away, slowly picking her way through the tall grass.
Yes, what a fantastic idea. Let's all just walk into the dark, grave-strewn woods alone...
Great idea.
The pea-shooter pistol came out of its holster and there was the tiniest 'click' as she primed it. Not that she thought the four tiny bullets would really help all that much but... there was usually something to be said for having any caliber of gun pointed at your face.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00 pm. - Grey Hound Station - Calvin - Team Gamma
BP 11/12 (-1 for obfuscate) WP 5/5 HP 7/7 Hum 7/7 SC 3/3
Calvin looked at the walkie talkie, it was sort of amusing how such small things made him feel important. He had a job to do, it may not have been glamorous but it was something. He was becoming more comfortable in the little group, especially with the scenarios they were forced to pull through. One can hardly go crunching through the Lister Block and not count the group you were with friends. He shuddered at the thought of the lister block, his now visible hands clutching the tiny black device before putting it in the pocket of his over sized hoodie as he looked up at the Greyhound terminal.
"So, what's the plan this time? Second verse same as the first?" The dark haired Kook inquired to Lobo, as far as leaders went Lobo was a good one, not that Calvin had much experience with leaders but as they hadn't come into any ridiculous peril and he seemed to have a plan, he considered him a good one. Even if when Boogie and he butted heads it was reminiscent of watching one's parents argue...Though who was the mother Calvin couldn't quite be sure.
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Wednesday April 22nd,8:11pm/9:03pm - The Lair of Miss Framboise/The Tisdale Appartments - Papillion - team alpha
BP 7/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4
For a moment when Papillion opened her eyes she felt as though everything were normal, she sat in amongst the ridiculous amount of pillows and soft warm blankets and thought to herself for a moment that everything was normal. It had all been a dream...Unfortunately, much like kicking off the covers, the warmth of sleep left her and cold reality hit hard.
"Oh fine. Don't let me indulge in my delusion for a few more seconds." She spoke aloud to herself before sliding out from her covers, making her bed and starting in on her evening routine. It was then that she noticed the little note tacked on a pile of remarkably black items. She grinned picking up the note.
Dear Miss Framboise,
I hope all of these are to your specifications, you must understand how hard it is to find steal toed boots with a heel. Please let me know if anything is inadequate.
From The Desk of
Lydia
The toreador chuckled. What would she do without that woman. After her shower, she went about getting into the all black ensemble she had requested her staff fetch her the night previous. After dressing she went down to tell Lydia everything was superb and that she adored her entirely and that she very much needed to eat lest she faint.
(+3 Blood points)
BP 10/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4
"Thank you Lyds, my one and only." Papillion said patting her maid on the cheek.
"If I don't return home tonight you can have my wardrobe." And with that the Toreador headed to the garage to pull out and meet her team. Grabbing the duffle bag that sat by the door on her way past.
Just as Hearst confirmed his lack of vehicle and suggested maybe cabs the sleek black two door, leather interior number pulled up. It's window rolled down and the driver tilted her sunglass.
"Heeeey...Need a ride?" The girl said in her best imitation an old pervert trying to pick up girls.
Papillion giggled and slid out to stand with her teammates on the side walk. She was dressed like she was in some sort of espionage themed block buster movie, right down to the leather Jacket, the steel toed Docs only half ruined the image.
"I've got five seats and there are, well look at that, five of us. Handy dandy. Scott, you wanna grab the wheel?" The blond inquired holding out and jingling her keys at the biker Brujah, she figured he'd know best where they were going.
"Sooner we can hit the road the better."
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke Ice Rink – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
“Call should be made from the outside I’d suggest… they could very well still be around and the others don’t know.” Her voice was low, almost growling. “I would say we’re on the right track, at least partially…. At least one less inmate, 17 to go…. Probably split and at least 4 around the area….” The gypsy muttered, her still eyes glowing red though the lights had been flicked on.
“Is this area known for wolf activity?” Tamara suddenly asked. “What I mean is… if people see a wolf around, would they think of it as a large dog or pull out a shotgun and call the authorities?”
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke Iarea – Delta team – Seth& Vincent.
Vincent=BP11/13 WP 7/7 HP 7/7 HM6 SC4
Seth= BP 12/14 WP 8/8 HP 7/7 HM 6 SC5
"Truthfully I think that you would be mistaken for a dog Tamara, especially at long distances so I doubt you would have much of a problem with people shooting at you since guns in this area aren't something you normally see. Lets head back out since theres nothing else in here. I'll report to Vincent, Vic radio in our support team and let them come by to investigate and look for additional clues. They can inform the prince."
Seth Dialed his brothers number as soon as he and the group left the building and shut the lights back off. The phone was answered on the second ring. "Vincent we found something over here. We got two bodies and 4 inmate suit we found.... Oh... really?"
Seth turned to look at his crew. "Apparently they have found four graves. So we have confirmation. They were here. Perhaps they are in the area still but its ore than likely that they are on the move."
Vincent asked for Seth to radio in the grave sites that they had discovered as well since Vic had the radio. Seth agreed and Vic was soon on the radio requesting the squad to come by.
Seth looked over to Tamara "Would it be easier for you to track if you had a grave to sniff out Tamara. Perhaps we can get a better sense of where they went from there."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm - The Tisdale Apartments -Scott- team alpha
"That sounds like a plan sweetcheeks. I'll park the bike and drive us around. I just hope we find something tonight. The sooner we find those bastards the better."
As Scott parked his bike Hearst took the time to go through his duffel bag from the back seat. Inside he found two shot guns, one sawed off and one not, 10 boxes of Ammo, A hunting knife, a survival knife complete with strapping to secure to the legs or to a belt clip. Also inside the bag was a half tang Katana a few tiny nicks were to be found in the blade but the edge was sharp as well as a full tang wakizashi which seemed to be very well cared for. The last item in the bag was a black cane with a grinning silver deaths head.
Scott had finished parking his bike and climbed into the drivers seat. "You good with the gear? He looked over to Kasper and Emily who had just also climbed in "Alright lets hit the road people."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:14 pm - On route to Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HUM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory had been uncomfortable the whole trip, and this time it wasn't the vehicle. The high tension between the two Ventrue had been enough, but Angelo's general 'shove-off' of Jallyn and the phone call from Iggy set the mood in the car to a semi-permanent awkward.
Cash had whimpered the entire trip, forcing the young Gangrel to focus her attentions on comforting the dog. Their group was getting closer faster than she'd thought. Things were already starting to look like family life: arguments over the phone, scolding the big brother, and the other kids sitting nervously in the back comforting the little one... Yep, things were starting to feel a little like home.
When they finally arrived at the jail, Rory and Cash were more than eager to get out of the truck. She smiled sympathetically and gave a small wave towards the Brujah. "Hey..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:14 pm - On route to Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Jallyn
Jallyn was happy to get out of the back of the vehicle and stretch. Rory's dog hadn't tried to bite her which she was grateful for, but the tnesion that sat in the truck had been intense.
She waited outside nervously pacing beside the truck. She wasn't sure how to smooth things over. Should she stay quiet? Should she let Angel and Ignacio but heads which seemed like it would soon come to pass? She she say anything at all? She was after all the youngest and Seth had said to respect her elders and that a childes place was to be seen and heard only when being spoken to. Now that the groups had leaders she was sticking to that protocol. But somehow she had a sinking feeling about the night. Something bad was going to happen.
Unconsciously her hands flitted up to the crucifix she wore around her next as her fingers passed over the cold silver. It brought comfort to her as she waited to see how the exchange would go down.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:15 pm - Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy gulped the last of his coffee. It was burnt and left a horrible taste in his mouth. Watching the group leave the truck, Iggy tossed the now empty cup toward the nearest trash container. 'Two points' as the cup hit the far side and tumbled into the bin.
Iggy started to head toward the group of Kindred. Angel he knew and from the look of it he was right pissed off, or in angelese - upset. Except for a few short conversations the other three were truly strangers. Iggy decided on the safest course - avoidance and deflection.
Looking at Cory with a smile, Iggy squatted and called Cash over. As the dog was approaching for a bit of attention, Iggy looked to Angel.
"So Angel, what is the plan for the mission, where do you want us to start."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:18 - 10:00 pm. - Greyhound Statiion - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Now that we have flashlights Boogie can take lead. Other then that all the same, or would it it good for you trackers to switch back and forth? If thats the case Calvin your up behind Boogie and Athial carries the walkie-talkie. Either way works."
Lobo lead the team to the side door, the one orginially for the drivers, while the team placed themselves in position. If he remembered right this door lead straight upstairs and would give the team a good starting point. Lobo nodded from the door to Boogie and stepped to the rear.
"Please Boogie if you can again get us entry?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9-9:15pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
Babadora = BP15/15,WP=6/6 HP7/7
Jeromy pulled into the park at 9pm sharp to meet with Fia and Babadora and reluctantly left his vehicle in the park climbing in to join the two women.
They talked for a few moments about their strategy when Babadora sighed looking at her pocket watch. "Xiaoqing is late. I should call her."
A quick moment on the phone let Babadora know that Xiaoqing was running late she had profusely apologized but would be there for no later than 9:15pm.
Babadora frowned. "I hate it when people aren't punctual. She will be arriving shortly."
True to Xiaoqing's word she arrived at the park. She slipped into the truck with the other Kindred.
"And now the hunt begins." Babadora replied solemnly. "I am not overtly familiar with Dundas but we should be through. I am open to suggestions on places to look."
"The Bruce trail would make an excellent hiding spot. There are many areas that the Sabbat could hole themselves up in. Despite it being close to Werewolf territory it sits in Kindred Territory. Perhaps we can check there."
"It sounds probable. I agree we can look into that. But I think we could use some flash lights. Lets see if we can find a variety store and see what they have available for purchase."
With a nod Fia drove out of the park and the group drove around town looking for a place to purchase flash lights.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16 pm - Near the jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"We start here and check out all the places that they might be able to hide," Angel said. "Nobody would expect them to escape and go to ground within sight of the jail. Once we've cleared this area, we move east. Once we hit the far end of the city, we turn around and come back. We keep going over the area until we are absolutely sure that it is clear or until we find them. If we find them, we keep an eye on them and call in the cavalry. When the cavalry arrives, we make sure nobody escapes. We're supposed to scout but if it comes right down to it, we will kick some ass. We brought in prisoners yesterday. I say we see if we can bring in some tonight. Rory, Jareth, you're new to Hamilton but you will learn that we take it personally when somebody tries to fuck with this city. The Sabbat will not get away with this. I intend to make damned sure of that, and I intend to make sure you are all there to watch the last stake being driven. Any questions?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm - The Tisdale Apartments -Hearst- team alpha
"The gear you have acquired is prefectly sufficient. You seem to be very good at acquisitions of commodities when neccessary," heart replies, as he straps the hunting/survival knives onto his legs. "are we extremely concerned about concealment or is it an irrelevant matter where we are going?" Putting as many shotgun shells as he can fit with out too much bulging into his pants and suit jacket pockets. Hearst then examines the swords and shotguns hoping he would be able to carry all the weapons comfortbaly with some kind of holster he mighty be able to put together. The gleam in his eyes of anticipation at the possibility of upcomingchallenges excite him. saying to himself out loud for everyone to hear" i wonder which ones i should carry and which ones i should leave in the car." As he decides on the sawed off shogun as the full tang hearst begins to examine the cane and the grinning death's head on it more carefully.
"So where are we off to Scott........"
BP 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm - The Tisdale Apartments -Emily- team alpha
BP 11/11 WP 7/7 H 7/7
Emily had been rather silent so far that night. Her stomach wasn't sitting too well. It had been years since she was ever truly full, and the feeling could only make her think of the unsightly body she must have. She had seemed to become even more selfconcious than her normal self. She swore she could feel the calories soaking in. Even if her meal was from a dog and it was all organic, she couldn't help but still feel as if she had sat down and eaten a dozen doughnuts o herself.
She had crawled into the car, scrunching up as much as possible, not saying anything. If she could make heself just appear thinner somehow than she already was, life would be grand. She had opted for a pair of white cotton pants, with matching tanktop jacket and purse, and a silver belt and necklaces. White was probably not the smartest choice on her part, but she had other things on her mind at the time of her getting dressed... Like trying to ignore her ghost telling her she looked like a beached whale that just ate a buffalo as a snack. "I like guns..." was all she said to Hearst as he contemplated which weapons to bring in. "If you're any good with a gun, take that. A pocket knife or something is always good to have too."
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke Ice Rink – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
It took Tamara a moment before she answered. She had been fishing something from her pockets, until a red cotton handkerchief came into view. “Perhaps it’d be less conspicuous to appear as a domesticated pet,” the gypsy said as she handed it to Seth. She would never, ever allow a living soul –or undead for that matter- to place a collar on her but well, she liked red accessories.
“Now about those graves… Seems they’ve split the inmates group into smaller ones, easier to handle… On one hand, makes it safer for us, on the other much harder to control, but….” She shuddered and a particular shiver cut her words, as she began the transformation, “… but that also means each group must have at least one adult Kindred. That scent is easier to lose in open ground, so maybe… maybe we can follow the individual scents from the graves to here and then try to add something to the trail, the main puppeteer if you like… I would suggest not splitting the group again though… Yes, we would cover more ground faster, but if… if they’re moving as a pack and we’re spotted we’re not in the best shape for 3 of us to take maybe 4 to 6 hungry neonates at least plus I’d say one kindred or elder minimum.” Her phrases kept being cut as the small gypsy hugged herself, concentrating her will into allowing her second nature to take over.
1 BP for shape-shifting
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
When she was living her overly trendy, faux-industrial loft in Manhattan she had been told that Hamilton was a major city. If not necessarily as major as L.A. or D.C., at least civilized enough to compete with say... Baltimore, or Kansas City. Never in her life had she considered waist-high grass and midnight romps in a pseudo-graveyard when she'd packed her little silver ballet-type shoes.
...and these are considered my sensible flats...
Not that Cera was some prissy, pampered kitten that couldn't 'rough it' for a night or two... but some forewarning would have been nice. Instead of giving her the straight facts of the matter she was now finding out that things had been sugarcoated to a certain extent. If she had known the specifics of her situation she probably would have bulked up on wranglers, work boots and well... turtlenecks. Thick ones, made of wool. Steel wool.
As it was, she bit off a curse as yet another pebble flicked its way into the arch of her shoe. With the derringer clasped comfortably in the palm of her hand she picked her way back toward where she'd left the group... ready and willing to leave here for parts unknown. This reeked of an ambush and the last thing she wanted was for their bodies to be adorning those four graves.
Four... not bad odds...
"Shit, fuck and dammit," she hissed under her breath as a particularly sharp boulder stabbed at the fleshy bits of her heel. "God dammit, in fact." Then she pointed the little gun at the sky as she dug the stone out of her shoe. "That's right Mister... you heard me." As if speaking with the Almighty himself.
"Whatever," she snarled as she hurled her shoe off and shook a sandbox out of it. "Not like you're listening anyway."
I'm in the dark, I'm in the woods. My fancy shmancy cell phone barely gets any reception out here... She thought sourly. Why the hell would God be tuned in?
Pulling the little silver shoe back onto her foot she started traipsing forward again.
Oh, wise and wonderful leaderbean... couldn't you have taken us to investigate a spa? Or a nightclub? Something?
Cera muttered under her breath. She thought she could hear them nearby...
Waylon, She chuckled a bit inwardly. You shuffle about as gracefully as an elephant in a china shop...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:33 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) Stealth 2 Dex 3
The dark gi allowed Waylon to slip through the shadows virtually unseen. He moved slowly, almost noiselessly. He circled the area, making sure he knew the location of all the graves. Then he closes his eyes and used the blood within him to sharpen his senses well beyond their normal human limits. It rendered him vulnerable to blindness from sudden flashes of light but allowed him to track like a bloodhound.
OOC: One Blood Point spent on Heightened Senses BP 12 (13)
Okay boys, where did you go? I can smell the earth that you forced your way through, smell the sweat you left on it. I can smell your fear, your eagerness, your hunger. God, I wish Cera would stop making so much noise. She's likely to wake the dead. Well, more than they already are, anyway.
He worked his way towards the New York Gangrel, his movements sounding loud to him but still well below audible for others. "Cera," he whispered. "Follow me. I'm going to follow their trail."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00 pm. - Greyhound Station - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie pops the padlock then puts the crowbar down in favor of his trusted bat "Everyone ready?" without waiting for an answer Boogie pushes open the door, raises his bat in a non-threatening manner and heads inside.
OCC Sorry couldn't resist
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:33 pm - Chedoke- Delta - Cera Lourdes
HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7
When Waylon came busting through the shrubbery she refused to admit that she was actually glad to see him. Then his whispered words all but tore a laugh from her throat... she refrained however and even managed to look properly nonchalant.
Is everyone in Canada completely daft?
"So let me see if I've got this right," She hissed at him. "You want me to follow you so you can follow them to whatever and wherever it is they are?"
Dragging in a deep breath, she pressed a finger to her forehead for a bare moment in order to collect her quickly fraying temper.
I knew I should have gotten up earlier...
She blamed her current rotten mood on her lack of recent prey. Last night she had weighed her options and had decided against hunting strange people in a strange town until she'd had the opportunity to get her bearings a bit. Now in the face of these kindred (who were all very obviously touched in the head) she wished she'd gone...
"Nevermind," She said, exhaling slowly. "Lead the way."
She'd died once already and every day since. It's not like she didn't know what it felt like. If she was going to die tonight it'd just be another notch in the bedpost of her postmortem postmortal life.
Shall we skip and hold hands Waylon, as we prance through the empty graves?
She needed to drag herself out of this sour mood. Even she wasn't enjoying her company...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:14 pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory shook her head. Angel had been very clear, if not a tad frightening, so there was nothing to question. His powerful resolve was most likely fed by his fading anger, but Rory couldn't help but feel a little inspired by what he'd said.
Even though she wasn't native to Hamilton, the Ventrue had sparked in Rory a feeling of responsibility and concern for the well-being of her new city. In spite of the tensity, the Gangrel smiled. "What are we waiting around for? Let's go already!" Cash barked and panted, supposedly in agreement.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth grinned trying not to giggle. Angel was very compassionate with his speech and if Jareth wasn't already determined to do his job he surely would of been motivated. "Angel...Did you ever do some help line calling cuz man...I'm extra motivated now!He's good right? I mean right. it's not just me thinking it."He spoke with no malice in his voice just a slighted happy slur. Rory's dog barked sending Jareth a good foot off the ground as he jumped to face it "Does he have to do that?!" he grumbled slightly embarrassed of his own fears.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00pm - Greyhound Station - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial clutched the walkie talkie tightly in her hand. She followed in the back like instructed as they entered another deserted building. The flashlights beamed into the darkness reveling objects for what they really were. The yellow lights seemed to dance as the kicked up dust floated in the air. The building had a very unusual aroma to it. She crinkled her nose a little and mumbled "I'm not sure which place seemed more creepy."
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OCC: As far as being out in the woods. Vincents team is not in the woods. Think of a grown over farmers field that has waist height dead grass. The ground is very soft and muddy due to the spring thaw.
Also Waylon has a stealth of 2 Cera has a stealth of one. I made stealth roles for both of you and you are both being silent as you move though the grass. However Waylon did have one extra success....
There is no bursting and racket. In future please do not determine the outcome of stealthy situations for other players that moderator of the thread will let you know if they are sucessful.
Thanks again guys.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05-9:20pm - Eastgate Mall -Scott- team alpha
"Well we head out to Stoneycreek. The prince said to check out Eastgate Mall and onwards. Once we hit that area I want the Aura readers in the group to decide whos scoping out what first. Take turns cause thats gonna save on blood."
The team drove to Eastgate but it wasn't in silence. Scott had flicked the radio onto a classic rock station to fill the silence in the car.
Hearst had time to examine his cane in more detail and discovered that it was more than a decorative can but a sword cane. The Deaths head screwed off to reveal a 13 inch blade that was used more for thrusting than slashing.
Scott looked back over at the two women in the car. "Alright ladies this is where you need to do your thing."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00 -10:20pm. - Greyhound Station - Team Gamma
Team gamma began exploring the dark depths of the abandoned station. There wasn't much to be seen some old broken beer bottles, cigarette butts and the occasional discarded Condom littered the ground. However inside of the old bathrooms they found a makeshift altar. Dried blood clung to it as well arcane looking symbols. In the dark gloom they discovered several jars the contained organs and some melted candles. Besides that they found nothing else of interest .
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:35 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) Stealth 2 Dex 3
"The Prince wants us to find where they are, rather than where they were," Waylon explained in a low whisper that sounded, to him as if he were almost shouting. "If I find anything, I want you to wait until I take off and then turn around and run like Hell back to the arena and tell Vincent. I'll head in the opposite direction and try to distract them. Don't think I'm being heroic. I may be small but I can move like greased lightning on cocaine when I have to. If you fall behind, let me know. You can speak very softly and I'll hear you. My hearing is heightened right now." He paused, listening, then moved forward again, sniffing the ground and the grass. "Do I look as ridiculous doing this as I feel?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial looked around at the alter with a curious face. She moved closer to it while passing the walkie talkie to Calvin. She crouched down and moved her flashlight over the object to try and get a really good look at it. "Let me take a real look at this. It looks like something I have seen in a book but anyone can check out a book at the library. So hrmmm ya here we go." Athial closed her eyes as her tiny hand reached out an touched the alter.
BP -1 Apusex
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:35 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force - Vincent
Vincent's cell phone went off. He picked it up and spoke for several moments before closing it. It looked like Seth and the others were regrouping to meet them.
Vincent made a second phone call to the Prince to inform him of the latest news. He however got Chantal who explained that Antigen was currently involved in a ritual to determine additional info about the guests he had at whitehern.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:20pm - Eastgate Mall -Papillion- team alpha
BP 9/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4
"I've got this one mon cheri." The Toreador said to Emily with a warm smile, the girl had been so quiet the whole trip. She stepped out into the slight chill of the night, shutting her eyes tightly for a moment, focusing all herself into bringing forth the auras. When her eyes opened again things were blurred round the edges, hazy like a dream.
"Alright it's up."
OOC: Daleo lemme know how good it comes up etc.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station - Calvin - Gamma
BP 11/12 WP 5/5 HP 7/7 Hum 7/7 SC 3/3
Calvin listened mostly to the sound of footsteps in the party, perked ears trying to figure out the exact stepping patterns of those in the group to make sure no one was following, but it was practically impossible. It was just something to keep his mind off the surroundings. As they came upon the alter, and blood smeared walls, the glass of the jars reflecting back the light from their flashlights, Calvin smiled just slightly despite the disturbing site.
"Does anyone else feel like they're in Silent Hill?" He'd said as the walkie talkie was put back into his hands. He was thankful to have it back, back to having a proper place once more. Though now he half expected it to start producing high pitched static-y noises to inform them of their impending doom. A cheerful thought indeed.
The boy watched Athial with curious blue eyes chewing his lip as she knelt to touch the alter, he'd seen others do this before. She was trying to read it, it's past, the people who put it there and why. He tried to see how she did it, it fascinated him.
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OCC: Dear bitty if you are checking out the kind scurrying aroudn the parking lot and what not you are noting auras. Nothing complex but you pick up at least one color in the aura. You note no kidnred milling about in the parking lot....
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station - Athial - Gamma
After several long moments of concentration Athial began to feel and sense things from the dried bloody alter.
There were traces of malevolence around the altar, like fine tendrils of half remembered smoke. Curiously, the place held a hint of sacred, mixed with the profane. For whatever it was worth, this was a place of worship. Here and there faint tastes of fear and pain could be found, echoes of the real thing and too primitive to have been human. Neither the aura nor vampiric senses revealed any sign that the victim had been human; the blood, the organs and the life that had ended here belonged to an animal. There was faith behind the symbols but no longer any real power. Whoever had worked their magic here had burned used up any power that had been in the ritual. Not even a hint of it remained to indicate whether their attempt to breach the veil and speak with the dead had succeeded or failed.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16 9:45 - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta
Team beta searched the grounds around Barton jail and the surrounding area. However after checking out the area extremely Jallyn reported no pale vampiric auras in the vicinity and the the team was at a dead end with no new hints or evidence of where to go to next.
"Where do you think we should search Next Angello?" Jallyn asked.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46 pm - Near the jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"We move east," Angel said. "Into crack whore central." He dug into his wallet and extracted a number of twenty dollar bills. "I want everyone to pick up a few packs of cigarettes. Somebody might have seen something and smokes will make a better and cheaper currency than cash. Jallyn, you might want to stick close. No offense but somebody is likely to mistake you for a hooker and while you might learn something about our missing boys, I doubt you'd enjoy the experience."
The enthusiasm of his group had been heartening, even with the slow start. It was likely that Jareth, if not already there, was close to firing on all mental cylinders. The two Ventrue and Jallyn were all skilled at interacting with people. He knew Iggy could handle himself and if Rory wasn't fully up to the game the addition of the gregarious Cash more than made up for any deficiency.
"Let's do this. We've got some Sabbat that's about to go splat."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:20- 9:45pm - Streets of StoneyCreek -Scott- team alpha
Scott drove through Stoneycreek as Papillon scanned the streets and passing cars for signs of the Sabbat.
However nothing had turned up as of yet. Scott drove them away from the more populated areas and eventually parked the car up at the devils punch bowl. The area was well know spot where teens could party and couples would come to star gaze or make out. "Driving around aint gonna get us anywhere but looking around here might be good. If you guys don't mind climbing a bit I think checking down in the ravine might be a good idea. Its remote, hard to access if you are kine and pretty private. You ladies and gents think you can handle a bit of rock climbing?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:45pm - Streets of StoneyCreek -Scott- team alpha
BP 11/11 WP 7/7 H 7/7
"Not much choice," Emily frowned looking down at her outfit. So much for it staying clean. "At least I can work off this spare tire. Lets go," she added before getting out of the car. The moon shone brightly in the darkness of the ravine. "Which way do you suggest taking?" she asked, throwing her bag over her shoulder. she stood near the edge of the ravigne, checking out possible path options.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:47pm - Streets of StoneyCreek -Scott- team alpha
"We can just go around the railing jump over it and climb down not too far from where the cross is...." Scott slipped off his shades and tucked them into his jacket. "If you have issues with climbing I can carry one of you guys on my back...."
Scott walked away from the cross and after a few moments stopped and straddled the railing. We can climb down here. Just use the rocks as grips. And don't fall it would hurt. There have been kine that have tried to commit suicide from here. Lots of interesting stories about this place. Any of you know how come there's a giant lit up cross here or how the devils punch bowl got its name? I can tell you if you guys want something to keep you from looking down while we climb."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:22pm - Greyhound Station - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial's squat fell into a thumb as her butt plopped onto the ground. She sat there a moment slightly dazed and shaking the cob web and images from out of her head. She stood to her feet and dusted herself off shaking her head. "Sorry nothing that can help us for what we are searching for."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth couldn't help but grin. Going to hookers does he not realize thats like putting a kid in a candy store for me?! oh well must behave,must behave. Yes thats it tell myself that enough times and I just might.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:47pm - Streets of StoneyCreek -Scott- team alpha
BP 11/11 WP 7/7 H 7/7
"You're not carrying me. I'm way to heavy," Emily shook her head. "I also need the exercise," she added, before looking to the lit up cross. "Do tell the story though. I could use something to make me forget about the possibility of me falling to my final death and hitting the rocks below."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:30-9:48pm - Dundas Bruce Trail- Babadora- Team Omega
Babadora = BP15/15,WP=6/6 HP7/7
The group was able to find two flash lights and batteries for them it wasn't long before they drove up Sydemham road and parked at the side of the road.
Xiaoqing was familiar with the area and led them up over the train tracks and a brief climb up part of the escarpment soon had them on the Bruce trail. The small town of Dundas twinkled below them the tiny lights chasing away the darkness beyond it Hamilton was light up as if it were a blaze from the city lights and the flaming towers of the steel refinery's. But up on the trail itself it was dark and cold. Only the occasional glimpse of the moon The clouds hung heavy in the night sky as if threatening rain.
Babadora willed herself to focus and soon the pale outlines of her party members were visible. Their auras all swirled with excitement but Xiaoqing's was more pronounced. Perhaps this was the Gangrel's hunting territory and she was eager to find someone to scrap it up with. Babadora was confident that she and her group could take on a handful of kindred but if they came across the 18 inmates they would have no other option but to retreat.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:49-10:01pm - Streets of StoneyCreek -Scott- team alpha
"Final death not likely. But Torpor maybe... You wouldn't die unless you fell and impaled yourself on a tree and we couldn't pull you back off... But yeah don't think about that and Miss Thang I can pick up a Harley without breaking a sweat. I can tell you right now you wouldn't be an issue to carry." Scott replied as he swung himself over the ledge and began to climb down.
"A number of stories circulate as to how the Devil's Punch Bowl got its name actually. There is the possibility that it was named for the pails of home-brew which, at one time, could be bought by the gallon in the woods surrounding the Punch Bowl. Another story suggests that people who saw the beautiful sight as a true work of God, but knew that God would not want something named after himself, decided to name it after the devil instead."
Scott replied as he began scaling the sheer rock face. "That cross you see lit up over there was erected back 1966 by a man named William Sinclair. He felt he could bring a little light to the world by building that cross which has 106 light bulbs along its edges and was originally planned to be lit up for six weeks of each year, during Christmas and Easter. However, since 1991, the cross has lit up every night of the year, being turned on automatically each night."
He let out a soft cuss as his foot slipped but managed to steady himself "Shit... Ah where was I yeah...Despite being the perfect spot for photography or a romantic picnic, the Devil's Punch Bowl has been the scene of a lot of vandalism as well as some suicides. I think there's been three that I heard of in the past few years since I've been in town. I remember when The Conservation authority had to shut down the stone washroom building years ago due to vandalism, but it is still not uncommon for picnic tables, stolen cars, portable washrooms and other shit to be tossed to the bottom of the gorge by vandals. The Locals like to whine during the summer due to drunken parties. Sound travels well down here and I know I've been to a few parties down here. Good place to go cause the pigs hate trying to get down here. But we partied hard and often till dawn,"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:49-10:01pm - Streets of StoneyCreek - Papillion - team alpha
BP 9/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4
"Sounds like a fantastic time." Papillion silently marveling at what a nice grip the boots had on the rocks as they descended the rocky face. She tried to ignore Emily's concerns about her figure lest she snap at her like she did other girls who worried about the 'pinch an inch' nonsense. She may have been a fashionista but clothes were merely made to enhance one's natural assets.
"One quick question though mon ami..." The girl said blowing some stray hairs from her eyes. "If we have to get back to the car hurry scurry, do we have a plan?"
Though she'd already started to climb downwards she figured it was a fine question to bring up...Planning ahead never hurt anyone.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46 pm - Barton Street Jail Area- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Easy on my 'hood, boy!
Iggy listened to Angel describe his neighbourhood. As Angel's speech ended, Iggy turned to the group and just had to add.
"Easy with the splatting, its not just hookers, homeless and drugs. It is where the Kine that run this city live. The ones that keep your machines, your services running. The ones that serve you your coffee, or sold you those cigarettes. So make sure your splatting a Sabbatt and not one of my people. I will take that personally - Is that clear? Angel?"
Iggy turned to face the Venture, waiting for an answer.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:23 pm. - Greyhound Station - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo helped Athial to her feet. Once he was sure she was alright he started moving team Gamma out of the old station. His paced wasn't rushed but hurried. Once outside, Lobo shook and stood his full height. It was then that he noticed he had been unconsciously crouching. the weight of concrete He then took a large breathe of the chilled night air and shook again. He looked to the rest of the kindred and thought better of clearing his nose of the building plaster dust.
Shaking once more, feeling refreshed he sat for a moment.
"Guys, gals lets take five. Calvin can you call in let the ghouls know are situation as for the altar, Athial you might want to help with that description. After that I want ask opinions. We've done two buildings. There is four plus more buildings just downtown and we have a large area to cover. We can continue on to the theatres, then the Connaught or we can change tactics. So give a moment while Calvin relays our situation to the ghouls then lets hear ideas."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:47 pm - Near the jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel had expected the challenge to his authority to come from Jareth, rather than elsewhere. To have it be Iggy didn't surprise him though. There were a number of ways he could handle the challenge. The question was, how?
"Put a sock in it, Iggy," he said. "I know where this city makes its living. I also know this stretch of Barton is where all the crack whores in the city hang out and calling it working class central just doesn't have the same ring. Now put your dick back in your pants and let's get the job done. Or would you rather throw down because you didn't like my choice of words?"
I may not be Donna but that doesn't mean you can step up, Iggy. You'll smear me into a thin paste but you'll know I was there before you'd be done.....
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:25 pm. - Greyhound Station - Des- Team Gamma
Des looked up at the others as she sat in the truck. "Well I don't know about you guys but so far the buildings we have checked have been pretty interesting but not the things we are looking for. Lister had a lock on it. We had to force our way into the station. Maybe we are looking too hard, I mean like maybe we should check areas that aren't so locked down. You know like hiding in plain sight. I don't know a lot about these Sabbat guys Lobo but they like their privacy. Where would be a place that you would bunk down for day? Any suggestions guys?"
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OCC: For all people that are familiar with the Hamilton Area in Real life please be sure to make recommendations and thoughts on where you might find people. I have actually set up the locations of where the Sabbat were and currently are. Consider this a game of pin the tail on the donkey. :angel4:
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:14 pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Her lip curled and some of the colour from Rory's already ivory face seemed to drain away. 'Crack whores...?' the ginger Gangrel thought, 'Greeaat...' She could barely be in the same vicinity as prostitutes and addicts and now she was going to have to run around talking to them, supplying them with tobacco for information. The younger Kindred kept her thoughts to herself, however. She didn't want to question the people of the area, especially when Iggy was so defensive over the subject. Besides, Angel was doing a fine job by himself.
"Cash," Rory spoke quietly to her dog, "Don't maul anyone..." The German Shepherd barked eagerly. It was likely he'd ignore the command, and the Gangrel knew it. She hushed him but couldn't suppress a small giggle and a long glance towards Jareth. His jumpy reactions to the dog's bark was quickly becoming a source of entertainment to the girl. She felt a little bad. A little. "Should we head out, then?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - Barton Street Jail Area- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
“How very Brujah of you, Little Man to call me out. But I have no need to fight, like I said yesterday - the fucking job is yours, no one else wants it. But what you don’t have right now is respect. And you ain’t gonna get shit all respect disrespecting a fifth of the Kine and Kindred that make the North End their home. Your judgements of the North Enders are making you sound fucking Antitribu, Venture.”
Iggy straddled his bike, “So Little Man we heading out or do you need to piss some more?”
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:47 pm - Near the jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"I get it, Iggy," Angel said. "You're an anarchist. No leader is a good leader. You're picking and choosing what words you want to hear, so I'm going to make it so you'll have a hard time twisting the next ones. Get on your bike and get your ass over to the corner of Barton and Victoria. We start the next leg of out search from there."
He didn't wait for a response. He simply turned his back on the Brujah and climbed into the pick-up truck. "Let's move it people. We're wasting moonlight."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - Barton Street Jail Area- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"So I guess he wasn't done pissing."
"Anyone want a ride?"
Iggy started his motorcycle.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - Near the jail - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Jareth, go with Iggy," Angel said. "You don't seem to be reacting too well to Cash and it's easier to put you in the sidecar than to put Rory and Cash there. There's a parking lot behind the bank. I'll meet you there."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:25 pm. - Greyhound Station - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie sighed his bat swinging in slow circles in his hand "Maybe we shouldn't be looking for where they were hiding yesterday, from the report I heard these guys aren't sitting in their hideout waiting to be found. Maybe we should be trying to anticipate where there going to hit, if they're continuing the distracting attacks we should be looking at places with large gatherings at night Bars and such, or apartment buildings or more likely while we're chasing our tails out here, they're going to hit where it hurts... your havens but maybe I'm thinking to much like a war party rather than a scouting party though that's probably because we're at war. Either way even in a city the size of Hamilton there's still more places for them to hide or attack than we can possibly check so its going to take little luck to get to them before they do whatever they're here for."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory sighed. It was going to be another long trip, but hopefully a more peaceful one now that it was just Jallyn, Angel, Cash, and herself. 'Maybe the trip will help 'em settle the tension a bit...' she thought hopefully, opening the door to the back of the truck and hopping in. Cash followed.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth more than willingly made his way after Iggy. He hopped into the side car and grinned up at him. "I think I'm going to like your side of town." He waited until Angel was inside the truck and the others were out of ear shot before continuing."Is he always so up tight? He reminds me of the scrony kid that mouths of to the bigger ones for respect. I mean not to rain on his parade or anything but ya he just scream tight ass"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:25pm - Greyhound Station - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial waited for her time on the phone with the ghoul squad. She explained what she had seen and how it gave no further indication to investigate unless they decided to see fit. She passed the walkie talkie back to Calvin to finish the conversation and moved to the rest of the group a few feet away.
"I'm sorry I don't think I have much in the way of adding to the search. Before last night I normally don't go out much. Between work ,my research and studies I normally only leave my home to get a bite."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:49 pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Jallyn
Jallyn opted to sit in the back of the vehicle without Jareth there, she found there was much more room to sit in comfort. She sat back in the seat as Angel started up the vehicle. "Hes a gorgeous dog." Jallyn replied to Rory offering her a smile. "How old is he? Have you had him since he was a pup?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:49 pm - Barton Street Jail Area/ en route to Barton/Victoria- Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 5 (5)
Iggy regarded Jareth for a moment, "Yeah, he can be uptight, hell if he was a Gangrel, he'd be a chihuahua. He is under a lot of tension right now. With the fiasco his first group suffered last night, shit, I sure that busted his nuts. But then you and that other Venture arrived. And well you know how testy Ventures can get over the pecking order - no slight intended. He's just over-compensating. After all, see the size of that truck he's driving."
Iggy headed out of the parking lot for the rendezvous at Barton and Victoria. Tonight, though, there was no great race. It was still too early so Iggy kept the bike to safe speeds. The relative quiet allowed the two kindred to talk during the short ride.
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Wednesday April 22nd,10:04pm - Devils Punch Bowl - Hearst- team alpha
BP 13/13 WP 5/5 HP 7/7
Carefully putting the sword cane through his belt so as to not drop it while climbing and holstering/slinging the full tang and the sawwed off shotgun. Hearst begins climbing down withthe group. Thinking to himself this is gonnabe a dirty climb.
"well Scott this seems to be a wonderful place to amuse onself in a myriad of ways," Hearst said while climbing," that is a very valid question, how do we get back if there is such a need to do in a hurry. Although i highly doubt that there is any challenge or obstacle that we are not mighty enough to overcome." Hearts was now relsihing the thoguh of new challeneges as he does every time he goes into the unknown.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:05pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Scott- team alpha
Scott laughed. "Well that's the bitch of it. Theres no quick way back up..." He continued climbing. "So that's good and bad news. Its great news if we find a small group of Sabbat down there cause they got no where to run and I'm itching for a fight. But if we find 18 inmates and the original scouting party well... I'll be straight up... If we do we are fucked."
Scott reached for his next hand hold. "But if we do come across em we take out as many as we can. When we get to the bottom I want Papillion to radio the back up squad that Antigen gave us in case things go for the shits. At least that way there will be someone sitting up top here to peg off any escapees and then they can pass on word of us needing back up. That is of course a worst case scenario."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:27 pm. - Greyhound Station - Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Alright, how's this for a plan. Calvin, Athial, I would like one of you to be reading at all times. We'll hit the buildings but have Boogie here check for signs of recent entry. If Boogie finds that someone has recently been inside, I get the one of the night's creatures to do a quick run through and if any one is found - we investigate. If at anytime we get a negative to our searches we move on. I know that it will be taxing the blood, but we can feed as we go and it will speed up our scouting. Desdemona and Boogie, you'll be becoming our prime defenders then. If battle starts the two of you should still be at your strongest."
Lobo arched his back as he stood, "As to where, lets finish these four buildings in the core, keeping a tracker up while travelling. Then we'll head out to some larger areas that have day cover. The Camco plant in the west-end, Scott Park and its grounds, Ivor Wynn - its still closed for the season and the Red Hill construction site. As to public places they are closed and locked up now except for bars - and they are too numerous. Once we finished looking in those areas we can start checking the smaller ones and the residential areas.
Athial, I know you are also relatively new to the city, but if you think of anything just lets us know. Desdemona, you know this city though, any locations pop to mind that I might have missed?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:27 pm. - Greyhound Station - Des- Team Gamma
Des looked up at Lobo after closing her eyes and thinking. Well we were supposed to do from the mountain from the mountain brow till we reach Barton and do that till we hit Eastgate.... I don't know if it would count but the Prince didnt mention princess point to anyone... Its spring and kinda remote. Not sure how well you could hide out there but I do know that people go down there to make out and what not. That might be a good idea to check out there. Plus theres the rail road tracks too. Gah... Theres alot of closed up places too. Like the strip clubs down town and the old sand bar... I think we got the dirty end of the stick for having to check out places. Oh yeah there were those apartments that were supposed to be turned into lofts too... "
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:04pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Kasper- Team Alpha
Kasper needed the climb. The previous night seemed like a blurry dream, experienced through the goggles smudged with jet lag. He had trouble remembering where he woke up, meeting the prince was a fuzzy patch, too surreal to have actually happened, though he took comfort in that he didn't remember embarassing himself. The Tremere looked down, the bottom wasn't too far off now. "If there are Sabbat congregating here, then they're probably trying not to be found." He looked inward toward the bowl. "And it's likely they'll spot us before we see them."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48-10:41pm - Dundas Bruce Trail- Babadora- Team Omega
On the rail trail they stayed as quiet as they could. Fia and Xiaoqing took the front while Jeromy and Babadora stuck to the back ranks.
The Nosferatu had gone invisible and walked the path beside the young tremere. Xiaoqing held the flash light as they made their way forward and Babadora held on to the other keeping an eye on their rear while keeping her eyes peeled in case they spotted anyone.
The group eventually made their way further across the escarpment path when Xiaoqing pointed out with her flashlight Several trails of disturbed dead wet leaves.
The group paused and Babadora gave the group nod. The slick dead foliage on the forest floor did not make for good footing. The gangrels seemed sure footed but the Tremere and Nosferatu were not so fortunate.
Half way down the steep wet slope Xiaoquing flashed her light towards the bottom the rays caught 8 mounds near the bottom.
The group managed to slide and navigate their way to the grave sites. Babadora inspected them with care kneeling down beside them. Fia stood near by keeping an eye on the small Tremere as Jeromy remained hidden.
"Call the back up squad and let them know what we found." Babadora replied softly.
Xiaoqiung nodded and moved away from the group as she shut off her flash light and pulled out the walkie talkie. From several feet away she watched as Babadora and the others examined the graves and listened to the fact that they had missed the group that had dug themselves up.
She held the walkie talkie to her lips holding down the talk button. "This is Omega Team reporting in. We are still on the rail trail east bound from the Sydemnham cut, but we have found something interesting here... approximate guess... we might be 2 kilometers in... Over."
"Do you require back up? Over."
"We have found half a dozen graves. It might be worth checking out Over." Xiaoquing replied.
"Eight tell them eight." Babadora raised her voice annoyed that the gangrel hadn't given a precise count. "They need proper numb-"
"NOWWWWWWW!"
It happened so fast and suddenly. The noise was explosive it sounded like a cannon had gone off. Babadora, Jeromy, and Fia were jerked back from the force of the shots as multiple shot guns went off.
The Tremere girl let out a cry of pain that mingled with rage and fear. She had not seen them in the dark and had been too busy taking a look at the grave for evidence.
"Team Omega we read you. We can be there as soon as possible can you give us some land marks to navigate by so we don't miss you."
Xiaoquing had slid around the tree to hide from the unknown source of gun fire. Her fingers pressed the talk button "We need back up now. We are under att-"
The Chinese Gangrel didn't get to finish her sentence as the large looming figure attacked the chunk of wood violently slammed though Xiaoqing's chest and pierced her heart. She Stiffened and slid down the tree onto the cold wet earth.
Fia flashed the light around though the darkness and caught site of several shapes. Babadora struggled to get up noting that the seven figures in the darkness all had pale auras. "There are too many to fight. We need to retreat." The young girl replied her voice tights as she and her group tried to dodge the next incoming round of Shot gun blasts.
Fia dropped her flash light and pulled her gun firing in the darkness she heard a scream as the flash light lay on its side its light shining on the scene of Xaioqing laying motionless on the ground with a large stick protruding out of her chest.
"Welcome to the party you Camarillian fucks." Drake growled bearing fangs.
Babadora let out a gasp the mans aura was a black as Fia's but he seemed excited and pleased. She closed her eyes for a second and brought forth the power from with in her blood praying that it would work. Thick heavy fog instantly began curl up around them. "RUN!!!!!!!" Babadora screamed her eyes wide. "We need to get out of here."
"We cant leave Xiaoqing." Fia replied as she helped the Tremere to her feet.
"We have little choice." Babadora gasped.
"KILL THEM." Drake roared as the fog began to swirl up obscuring team Omega.
He broke off another tree branch and prepared to attack.
Gun shots rang out again as Fia Jeromy and Babadora tried to retreat through the thickening fog. Fia felt the splinters hit her face as a shot gun shell exploded against a maple she had run past.
Behind them the sound of heavy booted feet smashing through the dead leaves and twigs on the ground could be heard behind them.
Jeromy could catch the outline of Babadora trying to keep up with the group but the girl was smaller and less leggy than Fia and him. He watched as she stumbled and felt a pang of guilt. The Prince would be devastated to lose her he knew that so he slowed and helped her to her feet. "Come on Babadora lets get moving." He whispered as he helped her to her feet in the thick fog.
"Thank you Jeromy." She replied as she stood back up aware that the foot steps were getting closer. Behind them were more sounds of people running through the woods.
The terrain was uneven and fog helped Team Omega from being spotted and easily shot at it also hindered them from escaping quickly down the slopped forest and back into Dundas.
The group continued running through the woods the dead branches and thorns scratching and snagging on skin hair and clothing. Babadora had lost track of where she was running but heard that she was still in pursuit.
She stumbled again falling over a fallen tree but forced herself to get up and continue running her clothing was stained with her blood and the decayed leaf matter on the forest floor. She was thankful for the fact that she didnt need to breathe and aware of how badly she was hurt but she dare not pause to try and heal her wounds. Tarrying to do so would likely mean her death.
Jeromy ran through the misty fog cursing silently on his choice for foot wear. Dress shoes had been an inappropriate choice he found himself laughing at the random thought that had popped into his head at a time like this and suddenly felt himself pitch forward as he tripped on a root.
His mouth opened up in a surprised little O as he fell forward and felt something tear though his flesh and chest. The force of the fall had managed to impale him on a branch of a fallen tree it had missed his heart but he was suddenly aware of how a butterfly likely felt when it was pinned and put on display.
He tried to pull himself off the branch but lacked the leverage. The branch was too long. The Nosferatu silently cursed his luck as he frantically tried to break the branch try and free himself.
He worked at it but was painfully aware of the sounds around him the whoops and Hollers of the Sabbat in the woods chilled him to the core. If his heart still beat it would have been hammering out a frantic staccato beat in his chest from the adrenaline. The were getting closer.
He willed himself to become stronger and felt the branch start to break under his finger tips but suddenly was bathed in a terrible Crimson light as two twin beams fell upon his pinned form.
Drake smiled as he pulled out a Katana. "Looks like it isn't your lucky day little kindred." He hissed from the darkness. Jeromy struggled and felt the branch break fully and forced himself to try and flee as his body rose off the branch just as Drake lifted his sword.
The air was full of noise the sound of the sword slicing through the air and the howl of rage as Jermoy fought to break free from his spindled prison. But it all ended with a shocking sound of metal tearing through flesh and the soft sound of a thud as something hit the forest floor.
Drake paused and licked the vitae of his sword before picking up the severed head of the Nosferatu. He held it by the hair and bellowed into the fog at the top of his lungs "ALL HAIL THE GLORY OF THE SABBAT. CAMERILLA SCUM HEAR ME WHEN I SAY YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED! YOUR BLOOD WILL PAINT THIS CITY AND GIVE US STRENGTH. YOU HAVE LOST TWO TONIGHT BUT MORE SHALL FALL. YOU HAVE MY WORD ON IT."
His declaration rolled down the forested slopes clearly followed by vengeful laughter.
OCC: Babadora health -5 Fia health -5
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:08pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Scott- team alpha
Scott and the others managed to make it down to the bottom of the punch bowl without incident.
Scott looked over at the others. "Papillon radio the reinforcement team and let them know we just hit the bottom of the Devils punch bowl and to wait up top for us. The rest of you guys once that's done let start looking around for signs of life."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:49 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force -
Tamara had shifted into wolf form and led Vic and Seth where her nose lead her to the field behind the public housing survey.
There they met up with Waylon and Vincent and Cera.
Waylon caught the scent of the Kindred he was hunting in the grass as did Tamara the trail led them towards the Survey....
As they followed the two trackers they stopped at the fence that blocked the view of one of the town houses.
Looking though the lattice worked fence Seth spotted that in the dim light that the back doors window had been smashed open. "Guys I think we have a winner here..." He whispered.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:08pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst- team alpha
Hearst waits for the radio call to be made then begins as well as he can manage to look for any signs of life other then his groups. down here at the bottom of the punch bowl feeling comfortable with the idea hearts feels his pockets to make sure he has all his ammo for the sawed off. Also he pulls out the full tang so it is out and ready for a fight if necessary realizing that he is hoping there is one coming. licking his lips at the thought of a challenging fight ahead and all his weapons checked. Hearst cracks his knuckles and says to Scott, " i am ready for for them let them come and we will dine on their flesh and feed whatever is left of them to the fires of the dawn time sun." while holding the full tang in one hand and teh cane in the other hand
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 - 10:41pm - Bruce Trail - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 2/7 BP=12/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Fia roared when the stake was thrust into Xiaoqing's chest,
"That's my baby sister, you ill-mannered sack of CRAP!" As much as she wanted so desperately to save her family, Babadora's warning hit home.
Run now, fight later. I'll be no use in another Kindred's belly.
As they fled through the fog, Fia vowed to avenge her fellow Gangrel.
Xiaoqing... When this is over, that fucker will be my dinner...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:41- 10:52pm - Bruce Trail - Fia & Babadora - Team Omega
The Gangrel ran nimbly through the darkness jumping over logs and avoiding roots. This was where she and Sarah and Xiaoquing often hunted when the weather was warm, but tonight there was no merriment and instead of being the hunter, now she was the hunted.
In the night air she heard the howl of Triumph from the massive leather clad Vampire that she has seen earlier. He announced the death of another one of her team and Fia could only speculate who had fallen. Had it been Babadora or Had it been Jeromy?
Fia didn't have time to mourn the fallen. There would be time for that later. Separated from the group she had no choice but to get back out to the truck and get in touch with the prince.
Babadora sprinted though the woods her legs carrying her as fast as they could. She broke out of the tree line into a Survey that was starting to be built.
She had heard the mocking announcement of the Sabbat Kindred in the woods and steeled her resolve to get out so the next time they met she would be the one laughing.
Another few minutes she told herself as she sprinted across the train track into the survey. Another few minutes and she could get back to the car. She only hoped that Fia had made it back. If not the truck would be useless without Keys.
As much as she didnt want to bring the Sabbat into Dundas but she had to escape.
Fia kept running she came out along the treeline near the rail way bridge and dove across the small 30 foot deep gorge landing on the other side. She regained her footing and burst though the stand of sumac trees onto the grassy hill side. Down the slope she saw where here truck was parked and propelled herself forward with more determination.
In the distance Fia heard the sound of a gun shot go off. It was closer than she had wanted and it meant despite the fog that now encased most the escarpment, that the Sabbat were making their way out.
Babadora heard the window of the house she had run past shatter. She grit her teeth and ran faster.
Fia hit the truck and dug into her deep pockets to produce the keys and jammed it into the lock. Seconds later she was in the truck and had started it she began to drive the truck down the road into dundas when a girl dressed in a school uniform emerged from the driveway going into a near survey.
In the headlights Babadora looked pale and frail the Tremeres storm cloud colored eyes were wide her top hat missing her dark hair a mass of mud and leaves. Fia had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the girl.
Babadora recovered from the near miss of the truck and ran to the door banging on it. "OPEN IT!" She cried shrilly.
Fia reached across and opened the door to let the girl in. As Babadora stepped back to let the door swing open the sound of another shot gun blast rocked the side of the truck. Blood spattered across Fia's face as she felt some of the buck shot hit her but the majority of it had been soaked up by the Tremere girl.
Her eyes widened further in shock before she slumped forward unmoving still half out of the vehicle.
Fia swore and Grabbed the back of the girls jumper and hauled her into the truck before slamming on the gas hard enough as she surged forward in her truck to have the door slam shut.
As the Animal response truck sped to down Sydenham and she came upon the King Street intersection Fia pulled out her phone hit speed dial number one.
OCC -1 hp Moonkatie
THIS HAS BEEN A LADYJ MOONIEKATE CO POST PRODUCTION
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:41- 10:52pm - Whitehern- Antigen-
Antigen had returned from the basement from preforming his rituals satisfied to have determined out which Clans were currently in his city that belonged to the Sabbat as well as what approximate generation his foes were.
He had come to his office upstairs to study the photographs that Angels informant Dee had taken the night before. After a few pictures of day time events Antigen paused when he saw the pictures change to the hospital setting. He pulled two pictures off to the side immediately and began to flip back through the others. The girl had managed to capture the chaos and mindless wanton bloodshed at the hospital with her pictures. Anitgen made note of them and after going though the set of photos twice set them on his desk and picked up the two photos that he had previously set aside.
Several long moments passed as the Prince studied them a frown forming upon his face. He reached across the desk to pick up his phone when the cellular phone in his suit pocket began to ring. "Good evening. Antigen Lewich here, " He replied as he noted that the display number belonged to Fia. "What can I do for you Fia?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:52-11:12pm - Bruce Trail - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia grunted as the truck hit a pothole, "Antigen... They're dead... Oh, God..." she sobbed as she tried to maintain control of the vehicle.
"Who is dead?" he asked calmly.
"Xiaoqing and Jeromy. Babadora isn't looking too good, either," she shook as the full realization hit her. Xiaoqing was gone. Her clan, her family.
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line that lingered for several seconds, "Where are you and tell me exactly what happened."
Fia watched the light change green and drove down the King Street. "We were at the Bruce trail and we found eight mounds in the forest," she forced herself to concentrate, "Xiaoqing radioed in our location to the ghoul squad, and we were ambushed. Xiaoqing was staked, but I didn't see what happened to Jeromy. They got him when we were running. He boasted about killing them," a low throaty growl escaped her lips, "Babadora and I managed to get to the truck, but they shot her as she was climbing in. I gunned it from there and now I'm talking to you."
"Alright, Fia. Do you have Babadora with you?" the prince asked, answered by a yes, "Bring her to Whitehern. She may not be dead. With luck she's just in Torpor. I need to call the ghoul squad and call them back. There's no way they can handle whatever is in the woods. Did you get a headcount?"
"They can't go in there. They'll get slaughtered. I saw the mounds, I didn't see eight, but with the amount of gunshots going off, I'd estimate that the number is correct." Fia's mind raced.
"I'll see you at Whitehern in roughly a half-hour. Drive carefully and be safe." *click*
Fia drove out of Dundas and pulled over on the edge of coots Paradise to heal her wounds.
The shock set in and Fia rambled, "Lobo is going to be pissed..." she said to the unconscious Babadora. After dialing Lobo's number, Fia heard her little brother's voice on the line. "Xiaoqinq's dead."
(OOC: Pulled over for 15 mins to heal 6 boxes of health damage and calm down before calling lobo)
This has been a Lady J and Mooniekate jawn, Yo.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:23 - 11:12pm. - Greyhound Station/ Odeon, Century theatre- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo and team Gamma started making great time with their new procedures. The Odeon and the Century theatres were quickly secured each taking about fifteen minutes. Though neither building revealed anything untoward, Lobo was feeling very pleased had how things were now moving.
As the team headed to the remains of the once majestic Royal Connaught Hotel, Lobo cell rang. On the other end of the call was a very distraught Fia.
"Xiaoqinq's dead."
Lobo, riddled off a series of questions before he calmed enough to hear Fia continue.
"What Fia, Xiaoqing is dead. What happened are you all right? Everyone else? Does Antigen know? Where are you?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:50 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Tamara considered shifting back, but in the end she decided not to. The more… logical part of her mind just explained it as a waste of blood, but truth was she still didn’t like the process that much. It was nothing like the movies usually portrayed for werewolves though. That kind of scenes always made her cringe… well in any case since she’d discovered –and fell in love with– movies. With vampires, or at least with those she knew, including her Sire and teacher, it was largely different… A shadow melting into another, a shattered image pouring into a shadow
It did not hurt, it did not incapacitate her; but that fragment of a second… that instant where she felt she was no longer…. It still made her uneasy, especially when it happened standing still. It was much easier when she engaged the shifting in mid run: that didn’t give her much time to think.
In any case, at that point the huge black wolf just sat on her haunches, resisting the urge to scratch the red handkerchief Seth had finally managed to loosely tie around her neck. She tilted her head, the question quite clear in her features… what now?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:12pm - On The Road Again - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Jeromy is dead, too," she started, "Babadora is collapsed in my lap here, and I'm in my truck on the way to the Whitehern. I think she's dead. She looks dead," she rambled on, "I already called Antigen. What am I going to tell Sarah? She's going to kill me..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13pm. - Century theatre- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Jeromy and Babadora dead too!" Lobo was trying to remain calm but the escaping hiss and mews that punctuated his speak showed that to be far form the truth. " Fia, lets not worry about how upset Sarah is going to be. The first thing is for you to get to safety and Whitehern is the place." Lobo ignore the hungry looks for more information from the rest of Gamma team as he continued to get information from Fia.
"Where were you guys scouting and how many?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13pm - On The Road Again - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Your home turf, Brother. The Trail. They fucked us up on the Trail. There were eight, I think. I don't know exactly. It happened so fast. Babadora made it to the truck and they shot her. I grabbed her and took off," Fia started to shake again, the adrenaline rushing through her body.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:50 pm - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon
BP13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) Stealth 2 Dex 3
Waylon slipped through the gate and into the backyard. He moved quickly to the shattered door. He could see four shapes lying on the floor, still as death and pale as paper. He moved quickly back to the fence.
"Four dead," he whispered to Vincent. "Although the family that lives here might disagree, we might have just gotten lucky. They probably stole the car, so if we can find out what the car is, we might have a chance of locating it, if we get the word to the right authorities."
He was going to say more but in his pocket his cell phone vibrated. It felt like a belt sander going off. Quickly he grabbed it and answered it.
"Mr Crosby? This is Antigen Lewich. I need you to come to Whitehern as soon as possible. We have a Lasmobra in the city and some one has seen them. I need youto come and draw him for me."
"I will be there as soon as I can," Waylon said. "We've found a number of graves and a family that has been killed and drained dry. We haven't determined how recently but I would say that it was within the hour. If the family car is missing, we may be able to figure out what the fashionable Sabbat is driving these days."
He looked at Vincent. "It looks like you're going to be on your own for a while," he said. "The Prince is calling me in for a portrait sitting."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:14pm. - Century theatre- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
"Okay Fia, I'll call the new girls Rory. And we'll meet you at Whitehern."
Lobo quickly explained what had happened and started the group heading toward Whitehern.
Clavin, Boogie do you have Tamara's and Rory's number. Once the numbers were supplied Lobo made two more short calls.
"Rory, hi here its Lobo. Xiaoqing is dead, killed by Sabbat. So is Jeromy and Babadora is in a fatal way. We're heading to Whitehern, then to Dundas too avenge our fallen sister and our other fallen Kindred. If you can get away meet us at Whitehern."
Lobo did not wait for an answer but instead phoned Tamara. Tamara's phone rang and went to voice mail. "Tamara I need you to call me asap. Here is my number, its Lobo."
Looking at his group, "I got no response from Tamara so two attacks may be going on. Lets get the fucking move on."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:14 pm. - Century theatre - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"So why the fuck are we going to whitehern, if you need to check in with suits do it by phone, otherwise there's nothing we can do at whitehern that they can't do themselves. We'd be better off heading to Dundas now and having Antigen send reinforcements to meet us there. Unless there's some reason we need to check on the Prince. Are you thinking these attacks are diversions?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15pm. - Century theatre- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo looked up at Boogie. "One we are going to Whitehern because your bike is there. And two we are going there to check in and see if its a diversion. Desdemona take us to Whitehern."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:14pm. - Century theatre - Calvin - Team Gamma
BP 11/12 WP 5/5 HP 7/7 Hum 7/7 SC 3/3
It's funny the way things happen, the way you can feel when everything starts to go wrong, everything slipping before it tumbles over. The little ripple that went through the group when Lobo answered his cell phone, the tangible silence and tension as they watched their leader like children watch their parents in bad times. He seethed, he hurt, Calvin could tell, the way he tightened up and went to stone, it put a little twinge in the boy's chest. Seconds ticked by, agonizingly slow, dragging like a roller coaster does on the way to it's first peak. Clickity-click, clickity-click, clickity-click. The understanding only growing that you can't get off now, and as soon as you reach the top, you're going down. Clickity-click, clickity-click, clickity-click.
When Lobo snapped shut his cellphone Calvin nearly jumped out of his skin for all the tension, but following he could do, one leg in front of the other, back to to the van and on to face the final plunge.
"Do you need me to radio anything in?" He heard his voice ask and wondered how his brain had managed to think that clearly and how he was so considerate as not to ask what had happened.
Clickity-click, clickity-click, clickity-click...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13 - 11:45(approximate)pm - On The Road Again - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
When Lobo disconnected, a pink haze covered Fia's vision. Blinking away the tears, she stroked Babadora's hair.
She eventually reached the Whitehern and pulled directly into the driveway. She sat for a moment to gather her thoughts. When she regained composure, she went around to the passenger side. She pulled the small, frail body out of the truck and threw her over her shoulder. She took one long look at the buck shot and splatter on the side of her work truck, turned and entered the Mansion.
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~11:00 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Tamara had followed Vincent through the gate, though she didn’t move towards the door, but went to circle the house instead. At her current form her stature did not allow to peek through windows, but at least she could try to find the trail where it left the house. Almost as a shadow, she moved in stealth about the ground, keeping her nose to the ground, checking doors, under the windows, the parking space and sidewalk before returning. There was the stench of death all around, except from one rather small spot…
(BP +1)
Less than two minutes afterwards, and still in complete silence, the black wolf continued the circle, licking her muzzle. After all, who was there left to feed such a pampered pet? It would’ve died anyways in the streets in no time.
The gypsy came back to where the other four Kindred stood in time to hear about… making portraits?
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BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
OOC: So what should she report?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - En Route to Barton and Victoria - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"Thanks," Rory replied with a smile to the Toreador, "Yep, I've had him since he was a tiny little thing. He'll be four... Next month, I think! It's April, right...?" She gave a small chuckle at herself for forgetting the month.
'That means it's been almost five years since then.... It's felt like so much longer, though,' the Gangrel thought, reminiscing about her Embrace. 'It's hard to remember when I was Kine... And when I started using words like that. But it feels so natural. Like it's always been that way... It's like I've lived two separate lifetimes. My parents, my friends, Bowie... Eddy...'
With one name, her memories turned sour. Edward, her frenzy... every time she thought about it, it hit her like a swirl of bitter emotion and hatred. Rory shook the thoughts from her head - literally - and luckily succeeded, if not without somewhat looking odd. Cash had barked at her at least twice since she'd gone into her own little world of thought and the ginger-haired girl hadn't noticed. She gave a nervous smile at Jallyn, and then looked down, petting her canine friend.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13-11:19pm. - Century theatre/Whitehern Parking Lot- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Calvin's question quieted Lobo for a few moments. When the van pulled up next to Will's motorcycle, Lobo halted the group before they exited. "No Calvin, not just yet. Okay everyone, I am planning on heading to Dundas to fight these Sabbat pricks. That may mean that I will be going against the Prince. Also, any who go could die, or face a Kindred trial later. I would be honoured to have any of you fight at my side. But will understand if any don't.
Tonight we have lost a Gangrel, a Tremere and a Nosferatu. It is time that this city sends a message to Toronto. We can see from here that Whitehern for the moment is safe. Our duty is in Dundas making sure it stays so. You may dis-agree but that is my decision. You will have to decide yourself what you are going to do.
All, I ask if you choose not to come is too give me and any with me five minutes before you notify the ghouls or Antigen. I will contact Fia that we are holding the bastards there for her vengeance and that she can meet us back there. No questions good.
So who's all coming with me?"(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp267/hurricanus/loboelmwood.jpg)(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp267/hurricanus/ISIS2.jpg)
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~11:00 pm. Chedoke – Delta team –
"Portraits? At a time like now?" Seth asked incredulously.
Waylon explained that the Prince needed him to help flesh out the identity of a Lasombra in the city and that the prince had a witness.
It was Vincent who nodded "I guess the police sketch artists are too busy with the hospital attacks. Well Waylon we wish you the best of luck. If it doesn't take all night let us know. Did you want me to call a cab for you so you can get to your car?"
Waylon declined the offer preferring to call a cab from several blocks away. After all with a dead family in the house the last thing he wanted was to be made by a cabbie.
He parted ways with the group and made his way down the street where he would be able to call his cab and get his car back at Mohawk.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm. - Century theatre - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie almost growled with pleasure "Finally someone with the balls to lead, I'll follow on my bike. Let me me make a call and the Brujah will be there unless there already in the fight." Pulling out his cell phone Boogie looked in the phone book for one of his Brujah Brothers, finding Scotts number he dials Finally we can actually be Brujah "Hey Scott the Sabbat have been found, there in Dundas, they've killed kindred a Nos, Gangrel and possibly a Tremere. We're heading there now... how long till you, Iggy and Cera can get there?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:49pm - en route to Barton/Victoria - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth couldn't help but laugh. "Aww who would of thunk I got along with a Brujah so well." He sat back and relaxed in the side car. His eyes watching the people as they drove past.It was no New York but I guess he'd have to get used to it. He adjusted himself in the seat and looked up to Iggy with a child like grin "So tell me more about this area of town we are going into? Sounds like it is where the fun is."
Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19pm - Whitehern Parking Lot - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial was very quite since she had heard the news. Wave after wave of different emotions hit her like a break against the beach sand. It was when she had hit Whitehern property that she began to shake almost uncontrollably with rage. She hopped out of the van her legs almost weak from the sadness in her heart which was desperately trying to be masked.
She made her way to Lobo and tugged on his shirt a little pulling his ear down to her delicate mouth. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words and the sweet voice spoke like it were from the depths of hell. "I may not be a fighter. I will only get in the way up there. Lobo...promise me...bring one back." Her eyes glanced at him burning with a hunger. "Bring one back alive and I will make them wish you had brought upon them their final death."Her voice was prime evil and only getting heavier with a growl with each word. Her tiny hand still clutched to his shirt was beginning to become white knuckled. If we wasn't so demanding in her request the underlying might be noticed. For him to bring one back means that he would have to come back as well.
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OCC: Im going to have to ask that Team gamma sit on hold and not run off to dundas until the rest of the hunting parties catch up time wise.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon pulled into the parking lot, his little Miata easily slipping into a vacant spot. He popped open the glove compartment and pulled out the sketch pad and pencils he habitually carried and placed them carefully in his bag. He still wore his gi, planning on changing once he was inside the Prince's haven. He halted, seeing the small crowd that had gathered around the minivan. "What's going on?" He asked.
OOC: Waylon now joins Gamma team in the frozen moment.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:08- 11pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Scott- team alpha
Team Alpha started their search in earnest the heavily wooded area proved to be extensive but eventually the group came across two graves.
They called in the info to Whitehern painfully aware that the Sabbat that had been here were there no longer.
However as they turned to leave a rustling of the ground and dead leaves could be heard behind them. And Papillon felt something snake around her ankle.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:50 pm - driving along Barton street - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"The North end is the rough area of the city populated by a lot of the lower income workers of Hamilton. From the bay in you have the port, the steel mills and finally private residences. You won't actually find many crack whores in the area. And the few there practice their trade on Barton Street. I have to warn you, the North end is Brujah Territory and we claim it as our exclusive hunting territory. I know big area for only three but we're five now. The Beach area is not claimed by any Brujah but is an open feeding ground for Brujahs only. The whore district in the city is actually near the safe houses on Tisdale. And the crack trade, and whore trade actually runs from Wentworth to James between King and Barton. Our grand pooh pa actually has his haven just inside its western border. Now if a busy trashy bar night life is what your looking for I would recommend the Gladstone tavern and its area. Thats Main and Kenilworth. Just south of my territory which ends at Kenilworth and Barton. I fairly certain no-one has claimed that as a territory yet. So strip bars are along Barton or Downtown. "Cheers" type local watering holes occupy a good portion of Main and King streets from one end of it to the other."
Iggy thought for a moment - really what your more likely to find in the North end is young rebels making mischief and looking for trouble. And fuck can that make it fun part of the city."(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp267/hurricanus/iggyelmwood.jpg)(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp267/hurricanus/steel.jpg)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:00pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Papillion Framboise - team alpha
In the stillness of the Punch Bowl had made the Toreador slightly on edge despite the fact that the Sabbat were long gone and left no clues behind except the two graves.
"So are we going to call in our ba-" The ballerina was cut off in her speech at the feeling of something snaking about the ankle of her boots, clinging, grabbing, tying. A shriek was let out of the kindred that would put all girly girls before her to shame, heck it put banshees to shame, the shrill noise echoed off the cliff like face of the Devil's punchbowl. Papillion jumped grabbing tightly onto the nearest arm to her, which just so happened to be that of the pyromancing New Yorker known as Kasper. She yanked her leg upwards in an attempt to get, whatever it was, off of her, though with her eyes shut tight she didn't know what it was, just repeated over and over:
"Getitoffofmegetitoffofmegetitoffofme! Get it off of me!"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:01pm - Devils Punch Bowl- - team alpha
Her shriek pierced the air and Papillion tried to struggle free but the hand around her ankle tightened and yanked. The girl fell backwards onto the dead wet leaves in time to see a second hand break though the dirt.
The earth turned and churned as it became all to abundantly clear that someone was underneath the soil.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:01pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Kasper - Team Alpha
The shrill blast from the ballerina's powerful chords did not help the New Yorker's attempts to regain his bearings. His ears rung as he half-excepted the cool flow of blood to trickle down his jaw. Kasper spun, quickly identifying the five-fingered source of Papillion's distress as his boot raised into the air, aiming his heel toward the ripe pop of the Ulna, his laced boots determined not to stop until the sound of shattering carpals drowned out the Toreador's shrieking.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:01pm - Devils Punch Bowl- - Team Alpha
Kaspars foot came down on the hand he felt the tendons and bones crunch followed by a very muffled scream as the hand let go of the Toreadors ankle.
Scott pulled out his shot gun. "Son here try using this." He replied as he offered Kaspar the sawed off Ithaca.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15pm - Birch Street - Team Beta
Angel and his group made decent time as they thoroughly checked the neighborhood The had just finished the area and had hit Birch with no signs of anything out of the unusual.
As they drove in Angels truck it was at that time that Rorys cell phone went off the caller ID let her know it was Lobo calling through.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:01pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst - Team Alpha
Hearst seeing where the hands were coming out of the ground, grinned at the prospect of the fight and hopefully challenge. Hoping the rest of the team did not hear him actually growling with delight at the thought of a battle. Hearst entes into fight mode in his head and starts lunging at the spot where a body would be attached to the hands coming out of the ground withthe full tang and probing mroe spots simultaneously with the cane. As he is pounding the blade and cane into the ground he is saying, Come out come out and play you soon to be sun soaked bastards, play with me and leave the lady alone i shall offer you the challenege you are in need of and hopefully you can offer the challenege i thrive. Now come quit hiding like a coward and show yourself!!!" Realizing that he may have gotten louder then he planned with his rant and realizing that he has spoken out of turn and more then he should of Hearst now although it may be too late shuts his mouth and prepares for a fight.
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:01pm - Devils Punch Bow - Papillion - Team Alpha
BP 9/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4
With her ankle free once more Papillion jumped up, a lot more composed than before. Papillion managed a quick 'thank you' to the New Yorker, she'd have to thank Kasper properly later but right now wasn't really the time or place. Pulling the nightstick which had served her well at the hospital from her belt loop, holding it up, prepared. The kindred smiled at Hearst's rant. Was he sure he wasn't Toreador?
"Scott...Will they be frenzying if and when they get out of there?" Papillion asked her blue eyes wide as she stared at the ground intently. Her eyes darting from the hands that were clawing their way out to the second grave which was still still as a tomb.
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OOC: REPOSTED With PERMISSION
Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13 pm - En Route to Barton and Victoria - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
A loud beep emerged from Rory's pocket. The sound made the Gangrel jump and set her overly-excitable dog off into a barking fit. "Shh, it's the phone, Cash!" she hissed at him as she pulled the small device from her pocket and flipped it open. 'A missed call from... Lobo?'
Rory thought about the name for a moment, trying to put a face to it. 'That man... The Gangrel with the mask! He was at the meeting...' Rory wondered, staring down at the illuminated screen, 'But... Why is he calling me?'
Then she noticed the small letter-like symbol that blinked in the far right corner of the screen. She recognized it from her roommate Jeaki's phone. A figurative light bulb went up in the young Kindred's head.
"I've got voice-mail!" the Gangrel announced in a mixed tone of surprise and victory. In spite of knowing this, it still took the technologically-challenged girl more than a few moments to find the main menu, never mind to find the 'check voice-mail' option, but when the Gangerl finally found it, the tiny device practically flew to her ear and she shushed everyone else in the car.
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"Rory, hi here its Lobo. Xiaoqing is dead, killed by Sabbat. So is Jeromy and Babadora is in a fatal way. We're heading to Whitehern, then to Dundas to avenge our fallen sister and our other fallen Kindred. If you can get away meet us at Whitehern."
Rory's mouth gaped open. She sat frozen, slowly taking the device from her ear and laying it, still open, in her lap. "Your... Our comrades... Are dead...." she spoke slowly, taking in the words as she said them. Everything was suddenly becoming so real in such a strange rush of things. It was difficult for the ginger-haired Kindred to understand. "Xiaoqing and Jeromy and Babadora are dead..."
Cash looked up at his Gangrel companion, suddenly becoming remarkably quiet as if empathetic to her. Just then, Rory stopped gaping. "I have to go. I have to leave. They want me to go to Dundas and avenge her and the others," she said flatly, brilliant eyes aglow like an animal on the hunt. She hadn't meant to make the others' deaths sound any less tragic, but as a Gangrel the death of a sister, no matter how little Rory had known her, was much more personal than the other two.
"Angelo, let me out of the truck. I'm sorry... But I have to go with them. Please understand."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:02pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Kasper - Team Alpha
Kasper glanced down at the shifing dirt as he took the offered shotgun, the submerged figure suddenly not so eager to come up and meet the surface. The Tremere looked the shotgun over, bracing the stock against his forearm and staring down the cleaved barrel. He wasn't a marksman, but he could usually identify the dangerous end and even knew how to locate the safety. "Thanks". Managing a quick 'no problem' to the dancer, Kasper watched as the man stabbed the soft earth. He couldn't help but recall images of Don Quixote and his giants.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:02-11:04pm - Devils Punch Bowl- - Team Alpha
"I aint too sure Sweetcheeks." Scoot replied pulling a second shot gun off his back and cocking it. "It depends on how you are embraced. They might be starving or they might have eaten well last night and are just late waking up. Hearst seems to be having fun letting lose some of that good old venture retention. I gotta appreciate a guy that can cut lose so lets let him have a bit of fun and see what happens. One thing for sure is that sonofabitch has to be no loving the situation hes in..."
The two hands above the surface of the dirt stopped moving after Hearst had stabbed eagerly at the ground. At the end of two minutes the blades came out of the earth muddied and bloodied.
Scott looked over at the Toreador "You alright now?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:14 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel looked at Rory for a moment. "Who? Who wants you to go, Rory? And letting you out here would be pointless. You don't even know how to get to Dundas from here. Jallyn, call Iggy and Jareth. This is something they need to hear as well."
The Ventrue reached for his own cell phone and dialed the number for Antigen. "Antigen? This is Angel. We're getting reports of Kindred dead in Dundas and somebody just called Rory to join a war party heading that way. What the Hell is going on?
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:14 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta -
"A war party?" Antigen's voice was neutral. "That is news to me Angelo. I have not instructed a war party to be formed. Pray tell where did you hear this information?"
"From Rory, somebody just called her." Angel Replied.
"Could you be more specific and provide me the the number that called her cellular phone?" Antigen had his suspicions and shook his head as he waited for Angel to check. "Team Omega was ambushed and sustained heavy casualties as Fia has explained. Xiaoquing and Jeromy Babadora have all fallen. Fia is currently on route with Babadora's body since she made is as far as the truck before she was gunned down while they tried to escape."
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Jallyn pulled open her phone and dialed Iggy's number. She did not yet have Jareths cell number and made a note to add it before the night was out. The Toreador dialed the number and called waiting for Iggy to pick up.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel looked back at the young Gangrel. He didn't know any of the fallen particularly well but it looked as if Fia was earning herself a name as an albatross. "Rory? I need to know," he said gently. Who called you?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:02-11:04pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst - Team Alpha
"Well now that was not much of a challenge," Hearst said obviously disappointed, " what shall we do next Scott? My personal preference at this point is to take them and bring him to the top of the punch bowl and let them greet the dawning sun. Or we could find one to question about the whereabouts of the rest of there groups and the Sabbatt. Maybe they will be more challenging to question then to fight?" Has there been any word from our friends in other locations have they had the same experience our these Sabbatt scum spread over the princes land that much or are they grouped into one area like the stupid illogical bastards that they are?"
"Papillion m'lady i am sorry i did not notice that before the ground covered cowardly slime found your ankle, i will endeavor to be more observant. Scott I hope i can ovecome the lack of other apparent normal ventrue skills with the abilities ( holding up hands and swords) in these able hands to meet your satisfaction, Kasper your quick actions were a great joy to see the lady is safe for your quick thinking she will see yet another glorious night. It will be an honor to fight by all of your sides in riding this area of the sabbatt cowards when the time comes. I will try to leave some of them at that time for the rest of you to quell your own personal satisfaction when the time comes, for i intend to wade through them as if they were nothing more then a pile of paper and i were the burning fire of the midday sun already sparked and ablaze!!!!" Realizing yet once again he may have said too much but also thinking to himself " i need to find out who i am or who i was and to do this i need to be who i am and just let it all out and maybe this group can help"
Again saying to Scott while laughing.. " what is next lets find some more that may be standing and put up a fight for us ?"
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 9:48 pm - En Route to Barton and Victoria - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"I don't... Oh, Lobo! It was Lobo," Rory stuttered. There was a rush of panic that had flooded the air of the truck, and the Gangrel and her dog were too empathetic to the feeling.
"I can go, I could call a cab and I could get there," she replied hurriedly, "But if they need me, then I have to go now, please!" The young Kindred was in no way trying to be rude but she had heard the urgency in Lobo's voice and was desperate to prevent anyone else from dying. Cash seemed just as stressed, concerned for the worry in his companion's tone more than he was aware of what was going on.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:04-11:05pm - Devils Punch Bowl- - Team Alpha
Scott was glad to see his group had pulled together. It was interesting to meet a Venture that like to scrap almost as much as he did.
"I'm thinking maybe we should dig up our Kindred friend and at least take a picture so our Prince can have some visual confirmation. He might and likely is one of the inmates that escaped unless our Sabbat Scouts are later risers and that seems doubtful. Hearst you don't mind getting a little dirty and pulling this guy top side do you?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"It was Lobo," Antigen told the Prince. "Rory, I know you want to help but running off to Dundas half cocked isn't going to help anyone. You don't know where in Dundas they are and going in alone will only put you in danger of suffering the same fate. Waiting a few minutes might make the difference between more of us dying and none of us dying. We'll get our chance to avenge the fallen, have no fear of that. We just need to use our brains first, not our hearts. Any word from Iggy yet, Jallyn?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:04-11:05pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst- Team Alpha
"Not at all Scott i will glady carry this rubbish to the upper crust. Does anyone here have a camera or should we just bring this whole sad excuse for a creature all the way to the prince. We should probably dig open the other grave here just to investigate and make sure. Maybe there will beone in there that has a bit more fight in it." hearst replied to Scott. Hearst begins digging open the second grave with hopefully a new challenge in it withthe intent on dealing with it if there is, and if not will then dig open the first grave and begin carrying the lifeless body up the cliff
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:05 -11:15pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst- Team Alpha
Hearst was disappointed to find that the only grave that had anything in it was the Kindred that he had just ran though thoroughly. The Prison Tattoos on the corpse were a clear give away that the man had seen some jail time Scoot explained as he examined the body in the light that his flip cell gave off.
"I say we take a few pictures and take the Prince home a gift. Nothing says I'm doing my job like bringing a head or two home. Hearst Bro... Can you do the honors there. Its easier to lug a head up the Punch Bowl than a whole body. Come sunrise this fuckers gonna be ash anyway..."
Scott's cell phone went off and he answered it "Scottie here... What? Will? ...bro... You're gonna have to repeat what you said... I got shit reception down here..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:05 -11:15pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst- Team Alpha
"sure not a problem Scott. i will gladly aid this 'thing' in the removal of his body so that his head has a much easier climb up the cliff," Hearts replied with a deep laugh. Bringing his blade down upon the throat with the intent to go through with one swing considering that to be the best challenge this "thing" can give him. "does anyone happen to have a bag of some kind i can throw this into," Hearst askes the group. getting ready to climb up the cliff
bp 13\13 wp 5\5 hp 7\7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"Yeah no problem" Boogie's anxiousness to get moving showing in his voice "The Sabbat wiped out Omega except for Fia on the Bruce Trail in Dundas, If we move quickly we can take the offensive in this fight instead of waiting for them to raise more fodder for tomorrow night. I'm heading out there now with Lobo, how long till you can get there? and do you want to call Iggy and Cera or do you want me too?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Kasper- Team Alpha
"Yea, two seconds." Kasper slid the shotgun strap around his shoulder so it stayed mostly concealed and moved around the the corner where they had climbed the bowl, returning in a moment with a long pole, a splintered and sharp on one end. "Looks like this was once a shovel. I don't know where the blade is, but I bet it has blood on it." He tossed it to the chivalrous Toreador. "There you go Hesh, make a lolipop out of that sucker."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15 pm - driving along Barton street just before Stirson street - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy was following the black truck about a block back. The Brujah and Jerath were having a lively conversation about their so far uneventful evening when Iggy's cell phone rang. Cocking an eyebrow Jareth's way Iggy pulled over to the side of Barton and cut the ingition.
"Give your legs a stretch while I take this call."
Looking at the phone, Iggy added, "Its Jallyn."
"Hello Jallyn, Iggy here, change in plans?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:30 - 11:15 pm. - Mohawk Campus - Vic- Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic followed Tamara and Seth to the house where Vincent, Cera and Waylon were waiting as if in a trance, remaining unseen only by habit. Vic couldn't stop thinking of Waylon's suggestion of the Sabbat being on HPH grounds, it didn't matter how many times he told himself it was impossible, with the increased Kine security Kevin had ordered after Vic's warning or Vic's own patrol while hunting... Vic shook his head as he realized the house had been checked and cleared and that Waylon had left, Vic moved closer to where Seth and Cera stood, trying to overhear what he'd missed and keep his thoughts focused on here and now... But if they were on his territory, hurting his people, Vics fist began to clench again.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Jallyn
"I have Mr. Silvestro on the Phone now..." Jallyn called out to Angel who was sitting in the front seat. "Mr. Silvetro can you pull up at the corner of birchh and barton. We have had some new that isnt good."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm. - Devils Punch Bowl - Scott- Team Alpha
"Shit.. Team Omega got hit that bad. And only Fia lives. If theres a god out there I tell you hes got a sick sense of humor. If any of em shoulda died it should have been her.... I'll get in touch with Iggy and Cera bro. We might be a bit late since we are down in the Devils Punch Bowl in stoneycreek. We still gotta climb up it and what not. " Scott shook his head. "We found an inmate down here and had to take care of business but now that we've cleaned up we shouldn't be too long maybe fourty minutes or so. I'll make some calls and keep you updated. You guys just cover your asses and don't do anything stupid. If you had someone take out Babadora and Jeromy and Xiaoquing youre looking at people that dont go down easy. Babs was like 8th or 7th generation and the other two I think were 10th.... Just be careful and don't go off half cocked. Got it?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:15 pm - Barton and Stirson street - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"Please Jallyn, Mr. Sivestro is my father and he is enjoying his final death for over a year or more." Iggy paused for a moment thinking back to the rainy cold February night when he entered the Markey-Dermody Funeral home looking at his father laying pale in his casket, a throw of white lilies casacading down the other half. He recognized the work from a Brujah florist in Edinburgh he had contacted had air cargoed the spray after a call from Iggy. The card read 'Dearest Father, I regret that I can't be with you for this final journey. Your loving son Ignacio.' Unable to reveal himself to his grieving sister and brother, Iggy hung at the back during the viewing. The next day he would visit the his parents graves, in the continuing rain, alone.
"Sorry Jallyn, so Iggy or Ignacio please, and Jareth and I will be there shortly, is the news so bad that it can't be told over the phone?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16 pm - Barton and Birch street - Team Beta - Jallyn
"I don't have all the details right now but it looks like there might be a change of plans as to where we are going. Angel should know more by the time you get here. I'm sorry for not being able to tell you more Ignacio."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16-11:18 pm - Barton/Stirson & Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"Thanks for the Ignacio, Jallyn. Jareth and I will see you shortly. Bueno adiós."
Iggy looked up and in his best Lone Ranger, "Saddle up Jareth, there be trouble brewing on the homestead."
Once the Venture was ready, Iggy roared the bike to life and with a "Hi-yo Silver" the pair were on their way. A few moments later they pulled up in behind Angel's black tonka.
Iggy jumped off the parked bike and walked up to Angel's window. On the way a glance reviled the dread on Rory's face. Iggy in the softest tone he had used with Angel all day asked, "So Bro, what has gone down?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm. - Devils Punch Bowl - Hearst- Team Alpha
"Did i overhear you correctly Scott another of our teams got attacked by a group that woudl offer a challenge. All but one of the team was killed. We are going to avenge our fallen comrades are we not? M<aybe we should hurry before all of the worthy opponents are fallen at our brethrens feet," Hearst says to Scott as he hurries his climbing to the fastest safe possible speed up the cliff face, " come now my friends worthy battle awaits us and the burning pain of final death awaits our enemies, can you not hear the harkening of war so close?" Hearst howls at the moon in anticipation of a worthy challenge and fight to come. this time not even trying to hide his love for a challenge / fight. "let us hurry and so we can fight to victory or take them with us into oblivion."
bp13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~11:15 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
The group arrived to where the vehicle had been parked after a silent but thankfully safe walk back. It seemed everyone was immersed in their own thoughts… or worries. Vic looked and smelled as if he was about to flee, but not from fear. He obviously had his mind elsewhere and that could be dangerous if they got visits
Tamara was getting in a foul mood, as she kept rubbing her nose against the grass and her paws trying to get rid of the smell. The stink of Sabbat had been very strong within the house and from the front of the house through the garage, but since no car was found and no other scent trail, by now they were convinced the creeps had taken the family car or cars. Unfortunately, they were not able to find any document with the license plates or other useful information. On top of that, the gypsy was getting a nagging feeling of something going wrong.
Obviously the neonates created from the inmates had been split in more than one group but there were no guarantees that they were not going to be facing more than just that group. They would be facing an unknown number of enemies, and whoever was guiding and organizing didn’t seem to be a complete idiot. The question now was where were they going? To meet the rest? To attack?
And more importantly: WHY? There was something escaping all of them. Their actions didn’t seem so random; they were planning and not just letting chaos roam freely, but at the same time, Tam could not see an obvious goal. It all seemed like… Gah! What were they not seeing?!?
She was still musing about the whole situation, including the making of a portrait during such an emergency situation when she felt a weird jolt in her side. She shuddered, sitting back and scratching her fur, but not quite sure what had just happened.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel placed his hand over the phone. "Omega got hit. Only Fia survived. Lobo is calling everyone in to organize a retaliation. I'm talking to Antigen and he doesn't know anything about what Lobo is doing. The shit just hit the fan and we need to react with some sort of plan, rather than just heading off into Dundas in small groups. We'd get picked off. We know where they are. We just need to make sure they don't leave before we have a chance to go in after them."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16-11:18 pm - Barton/Stirson & Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Only Fia survived.
Those words echoed in Iggy head. The big Brujah listened and nodded his head at Angel but nothing was heard beyond - only Fia survived. Grim faced Iggy stared in at Rory a Gangrel, just last night he had laughed, hunted and killed with Xiaojing, a Gangrel too. But by luck now a member of Omega. Only Fia survived. Iggy continued on to his chopper desperately reminding himself of who else was on Omega. Xiaojing, a Nostferatu ... met at the meetings ... Jeromy that its and ... and...only Fia survived. Iggy's fist came down hard on his bike's gas tank as the first word since the news passed the Brujah's lips. "Babadora", he cried into the wind.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel sighed. Time to pay the price for wanting to hold the reins. "Antigen, my group has found nothing so far. I suggest you let me take my group down to Olympic drive. We won't go further without authorization but if the Sabbat are in Dundas now they won't be there for long. Rory and Iggy will be participating in the attack, whether anybody says they can or not. Jallyn, Jareth and I will watch the border, along with the rest of the sne ones, to make sure they don't sneak out around us. They'll need somebody with a clear head handling the logistics, while the inmates run wild in the asylum. You won't be able to stop them, Antigen, so you might as well try to control the wave."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:19 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta -
"This is exactly what the Sabbat are expecting. All of us to go charging into the town looking for a fight. Its simple strategy. Angelo Please select at least two of your members to stay behind I want to tighten up security here down town. With the core this wide open nothing good could come of it. Tell the others they may proceed but to do so with caution, I cannot stress that enough. Omega was practically wiped out in less than five minutes and there were eight foe running a foot up in the Bruce Trail area. Send the people that are staying behind here to Whitehern Angelo. And when the night is done and you have Dundas please return here. There has been a change of plans. I am pulling the Clan Elders out of Burlington. Its become abundantly clear tonight that this is all out war. Burlington can fight their own battles. " Antigen replied gravely.
And with that the phone went dead in Angels ear.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21-11:25 pm - Team Alpha - Scott
Scott dialed the phone before he started climbing ignoring Hearst's exuberance. Oh he did like a good fight but over the decades of being Kindred in particular the past decade Donna had pounded a lot of common sense into him.
He dialed the Prince and started relaying info. It was clear from the Princes tone that he wasn't impressed about the impromptu charge into Dundas. Scott had to not laugh cause he was happy for a chance that it wasn't going to be his ass in the sling for going off half cocked.
He got the details before hanging up. "Alright guys lets climb our asses up here. We gotta head to Whitehern we can discus who in the group is staying behind and who is going... The Prince doesn't want all of us in Dundas something about it being a bait trap. Emily, Papillion, Hearst and Kaspar only two or possibly three of you guys can go into Dundas , thats if I hang back and man the stations down town. The the rest of you will have to stay behind. From the way the Prince was talking he thinks we will be seeing some action tonight whether or not we go into Dundas or stay back. So Ladies and Gentlemen get your asses climbing and lets head out. "
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:26 pm - Team Alpha - Scott
Scott paused before Climbing to call Iggy. "Hey bro you hear the news about what is going down? You heading to Dundas or hanging back? Our group hasn't figured out whos staying and whos going yet but the Prince was saying half of the groups are going and half are staying. Got some news as well. Looks like Donna's gonna be back in town tonight bro." Scott chuckled "You don't have Cera's Cell number do you? I'd ask my guys but their currently scaling the Devils punchbowl and are in need of both hands."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel folded his phone closed. "Iggy, grab your bike. We're heading for Whitehern. You and Jareth are going to stay behind and guard the Prince against a surprise attack. Jallyn, Rory and I and a whole pile of pissed off Kindred are going to head into the jaws of a trap. I just hope to God that I'm the man that can pull us all out intact. I need you with me, not pissing on my shoes, Iggy. Can I count on you? If this is a feint to lure us all in, I'm going to need somebody I can trust on the sidelines to play cavalry if the need arises."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm - Delta Force-
The trail was a dead end, no pun was intended but the bodies inside didn't look to be that old. The blood was still wet and not yet tacky.
Vincent urged the others to double back to the car.
Vic felt his Cell phone vibrate in his pocket as the group made their way back to the car.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic's mind raced as he tried to anticipate who was calling him; if it was kindred business they would call someone more important then him, except for possibly Spider or Jeromy but Spider was in Burlington and Vic couldn't see why Jeromy would be calling him and not whitehern tonight... Gabriel - calling for help... Charlie - problems at the bar... Kevin - an attack at the hospital... As Vic gets closer to losing control the area of dead vegetation around him widens, taping the button on his headset Vic answers the phone "What's going on..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
Antigen had been the caller. He sent his condolences on Jeromy and explained the current situation to the level headed and normally calm Nosferatu. "I need you party to come to Whitehern. During the ride down please decide which half of you party will be venturing to Dundas and which of you will be remaining here in Hamilton in case there is an attack."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic was dumb struck "uh... Yes my Prince... I'll let the others know right away..." Vic was about to hang up when he realized Seth would want to know what had happened in Dundas "Wait! My Prince... Um... Can I ask what happened in Dundas so I can let the others know and so we can select the right people to go?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21-11:25 pm - Team Alpha - Hearst
Hearst hurried is climb to the fastest possible safe speed up the cliff. " It is a good night to introduce someone to their final death, time to quicken the pace and get to where we are going," Hearts said aloud for all to hear, " It matters not by the sounds of it where i go. There will be a challenge in either location wether it be the front line battle in dundas, and if it be a trap they will find they have trapped the wrong prey, for this prey will become the predator, we shall make them pay their ignorance and blunt disrespect to us and our prince willnot be forgiven and shall be paid for with the agony and knowledge that they are meeting their ultimate and most painful final death. Now if they decide to come further and attempt an attack on our prince then woe is them how fortunate for us that would be and unfortunate for them as they willmeet a wall of strength, a blockade of brilliant power, and on unmovable force that when finally moving will be pushing the attackers back into the oblivion that they sprung out of and they will not enjoy their time facing us. they will rue the day that they ever considered follhadrily that they could match us ona battlefield for that is just ignorance.
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 -11:26 pm - Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
the descent into madness
Iggy was pulled out of his grief by an irritating voice nattering commands in his ear. Like a gnat that constantly buzzes the incessant noise stabbed through Iggy's brain. Ring. A second buzzing insect was added by the ringing of Iggy's cell phone. These intrusions could be dealt with. Iggy forced his mind to concentrate, overriding for a moment his pain. Just a moment or two, he knew how to handle annoyances, his eyes started moving more rapidly from side to side . Ring. One bug was too far away but the second could be dealt with. Ring. The hardened plastic resisted Iggy's squeezing for a moment but as Iggy's biceps swelled the ringing died as the plastic gave way dislodging the battery as a large 'CRACK' pieced the night. The quiet sound of the battery hitting the ground was almost anticlimactic but it froze the moment forever in Iggy's memory.
Still the first bug needed to be dealt with.
Iggy followed the sound back, he had been here before. A black truck the noise came from there. Forward still the open front window. There was the bug. Nattering away still. Do this, go there. Luke. Be this and that. Donna. Yet still the noise demanded more. Helen. Always more. Antigen.
Through the open window Iggy's fist smashed twice, hoping to quiet this gnat long enough for him to at least this once grieve. "Nessuno piu! Abbastanza!" translation from Italian "No more! Enough!"
OCC: 2 BP for celerity and potence BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Strength 4 (+ potence) Dexterity 3 (+ celerity) Brawl 2
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Hanging up his cell Boogie turns to the rest of Gamma "OK Scott's gathering the rest of Brujah and they'll meet us out there." Turning to Cal, Boogie smiles "So kid you gonna come and earn our full patch defending the city?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22pm - En Route to Barton and Victoria - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory looked at her lap as Angelo spoke. Her eyes were dull and out of focus as she sat in strained though. He was right. Of course he was right. There would be no use in scrambling into a fight they weren’t prepared for. Rory couldn’t even quite understand what was going to happen. She waited patiently in the car, listening as their leader made arrangements with Antigen.
It took some time for the Gangrel to notice the large Italian man had arrived after Jallyn’s call, but when she did Rory could give no greeting, not even a wave. All she could do was stare blankly until finally she heard her name. ‘Me… I’m going to be on the team…’ she thought. Her eyes brightened, but she did not smile. “Thank you,” she breathed toward Angel. They were going to get to Dundas and they were going to fight. That was all the reassurance the young Gangrel warrior needed. It didn't matter that it was a trap. It didn't matter that she could die. The Kindred could fight for those lost, and to that end, Rory had found meaning in a moment.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
Antigen explained how the group had been ambushed on the Bruce Trail out in Dundas as well as the approximate number of Sabbat involved in the attack and the quick explanation he had heard from Fia. There would be time for more questions later once she returned to Whitehern. He explained by the time they reached Whitehern there would be more information available since Fia would have returned by then.
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OCC:Peter your first punch is an epic botch >.< As in you manged to punch a hole in the half rolled down window of Angel's rented truck and break your hand on the door frame and cut it to rat shit when you pulled it out for your second swing take -4 health.
Your second swing connects with Angel who sadly takes -4 health . OMG that was owwww.... >.< Post as you see fit on that ....
OCC: sorry for the modification but the anal one made me change car to truck...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:26 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=3/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel reeled from the blow. "Basta abbastanza, Ignacio. Risparmiare la sua collera per il Sabbat!" he cried in Italian. He threw the truck into reverse and backed away from the raging vampire. "Jareth, when he gets a brain, tell him to go to Whitehern. I've got more important shit to do that play punching bag to a Brujah."
OOC: -2 BP = +2 health BP 9/11
Translation: Enough is enough, Iggy! Save your anger for the Sabbat!
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:13 - 11:40(approximate)pm - On The Road Again - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
When Lobo disconnected, a pink haze covered Fia's vision. Blinking away the tears, she stroked Babadora's hair.
She eventually reached the Whitehern and pulled directly into the driveway. She sat for a moment to gather her thoughts. When she regained composure, she went around to the passenger side. She pulled the small, frail body out of the truck and threw her over her shoulder. She took one long look at the buck shot and splatter on the side of her work truck, turned and entered the Mansion.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 -11:26 pm - Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) H 7 (3)
Intense pain flash through Iggy's brain. It acted as a tonic to his ravaged nerves. Allowing the bloody visage of Angel's face as it repaired itself to seep into the Kindred's mind as a ally. What little colour the Brujah had drained from his face. A look of horror overcame the Vampire but his apology ended dry in his throat.
In seconds that seemed like hours he was unable to move as he watched the black truck reverse up and over Silver, his bike.
"Noooooooo."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Calvin - Team Gamma
BP 11/12 WP 5/5 HP 7/7 Hum 7/7 SC 3/3
Calvin blinked at Boogie, trying to focus, what did he say? He couldn't really make it out for the buzzing his ears, a mirage of blood rushing in his ears, a memory of panic attacks. He was calm now but he had to focus hard on the movements of Boogie's lips. Protect the city. It's what he came here to do, that and get away from Daniel. He'd gotten away, but was he ready to step up? He blinked again the rushing in his ears, he crammed his hands into his hoodie pockets, hiding the fact that they were shaking. To walk away he'd look weak, he didn't want to look weak, he'd finally made it away from Daniel, he was strong, he could do this. Chewing his already cut and chapped lip he finally nodded, swallowing back the dryness in his throat, the fear, the doubt. Lobo had looked so vulnerable in his seething...That worried him. But maybe he was making mountains out of mole hills. Another therapy term. He nodded more solidly this time.
"Yeah." His voice crackled as it left his throat, like a radio between channels.
"It's what I came here to do." He said a little more firmly.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:16 - 11:26pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Papillion - Team Alpha
Papillion accepted the shovel handle awkwardly blinking at the nick name 'Hesh', she had no clue what he was going on about but grinned at the chance to trophy that which had grasped her ankle.
"Merci mon cheri!"
The pointed end of the stick made a satisfying crunch as it pierced the head, she flipped it up, holding it over her shoulder like some twisted version of a hobo pack.
Crawling up the rock face with the head was a little more difficult than anticipated but she managed.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:20 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
"OK that just leaves you Nat are you staying here with Athial or riding with us?" without waiting for an answer Boogie turns to Lobo with a chuckle "Are you taking the van or are we procuring one of..." he didn't deserve the title "Antigens vehicles?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic approached the rest of the team and willed himself visible, the darkness solidifying till it took his disfigured shape "Antigen just called we're to head immediately to whitehern, omega was ambushed in Dundas I'm not sure whether they were killed, captured or seriously injured, Fia is en route to whitehern to report. We also have to decide who's going to Dundas to hunt and who's staying at whitehern" Oh my god Jeromy, I didn't know him that well but HE WAS NOSFERATU and there were only three of us which made it hard enough to gather information and without any replacements... Vic's shoulders slumped in what would outwardly appear as grief or sadness but it was actually guilt because Vic realized that if they were in Dundas and/or attacking downtown then they weren't likely in his territory. Vic tightened his cilice until he could feel it cutting into his flesh "I-I I'll be in the car"
OCC -1 health and -1 BP from cilice
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 6(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I said, 'WHAT'S GOING ON?'," Waylon repeated, raising his voice. "Aren't you supposed to be out searching the core? Or has Antigen decided to micromanage to the point where he's come up with individual tasks for all of you as well?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie rose up from his bike smiling down at Waylon "Listen to the mutt bark... you don't order me around, I listen to my clan elder and that's not you, the only way you'd have any Brujah in you is if you smiled real nice around a real lonely Brujah... so if you want to know antigens orders go nip at his heels, I'm busy"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon gave Boogie a scathing look. "Honey, I'm more of a man than you'll ever be and not enough woman to even look at you twice. I'm not surprised to see you sitting on your lazy American ass but I would have figured the others actually had some stake in this fight. At least I'm here for a reason. You're here because you can't be bothered." He turned his back on Boogie and headed up the stairs toward the main doors.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:27 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=11/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=3/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel heard the crunch as the truck backed into Iggy's bike. He slammed on the brakes. If he wasn't going to kill me before, he's certainly going to now. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" He pulled forward again and hopped out to take a look at the bike.
Fortunately the bike had a sidecar, otherwise it would have fallen over rather than just been shoved back. The damage was mainly cosmetic, a few scuffs and scratches but the handlebars were bent out of true.
He looked up at Jallyn. Take the truck and drive Rory and Jareth to Whitehern. It looks like Iggy and I are going to be staying behind. Hopefully we'll be able to get this sorted out before things go too far down hill."
He took a step towards the Italian Brujah. "Shit, Iggy, I'm so sorry. I didn't even see your bike behind me."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:27pm - Birch and Barton - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"Jesus Christ!!" Rory practically screamed, her entire body jerking unpleasantly in surprise as the Brujah's white-knuckled fist flew through the window. Her already wide eyes went wider still as a startled Angelo backed into Ignacio’s bike. “Shit!” was all she managed, body lurching from the force as metal crunched hard against metal. “Shoulda worn a goddamn seatbelt…” the Gangrel muttered incoherently in an almost inappropriate moment of realization.
Cash seemed to go off like an alarm. A series of loud barks and one or two yelps echoed the car. For the most part, the noise wasn’t loud enough that it couldn’t be drowned out for concentration’s sake, but it only added to the feeling of absolute disorder that their situation was beginning to resemble.
From then on all the young girl did was watch in wide-eyed horror, her eyes tinged lightly with tears in sympathy for the Brujah’s mournful cry. From her position it was difficult to see just what damage had been down to the bike so she was unaware whether or not the damages were repairable.
“You’re staying behind?” Rory questioned loudly as Angelo left his own vehicle. It wasn’t as if she was terribly attached to him as a person. However, since her arrival in Hamilton, the Ventrue was the only authority figure Rory could look to aside from Antigen. So the sudden loss of her leader in battle was an upsetting surprise, but not one she couldn’t live with.
ooc: I'm so sory my last post was completely oblivious to Iggy, Hurricanus! I was out of it and didn't even notice...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 -11:26 pm - Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) H 7 (3)
Iggy looked at his bike. He looked at Angel. He looked at his bike and shook his head.
Iggy crossed Barton to the payphone. A quick phone call had Officer McKay's cellular.
"Hey Dude, i know you've been busy the last couple nights - I heard about your fellow officers. We're going have to sit back and crack a few in their honour when this is all over."
"Yeah, things are a bit hairy here too. Its Silver my bike."
"Not toast yet but I'll have to get it to the shop." Iggy continue to explained how his bike was lying broken on Barton Street. Officer McKay agreeded to file a report for the finding of the bike a victimn of a hit 'b run. Iggy's cover story was that he was drinking it up with buds at Toscani's, but he had walked home to avoid a DUI.
"Thanks Dude, see ya at my place around 8, if I'm not up just let yourself in. Later Dude."
Iggy stepped out of the phonebooth and waved down a passing Blueline, hoping into the front seat he spent a few moments talking with the cabby before he called through the open window, "Yo, Angel you need a lift?"
Angel would recognize the familiar lilt of Iggy's voice from their times together before this war.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 PM. - Whitehern Parking Lot- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo listened to the Waylon's and Will's words.
As Waylon turned his back Lobo stepped forward just slightly blocking Will.
"Boogie we got bigger A-holes to bury. Let the barking dog go without a kick this time. Its not like anyone excepted him to fight, colourful speech or not."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon didn't bother responding to the Gangrel. Lobo obviously didn't want to have a clue. There would eventually be a confrontation between himself and both Boogie and Lobo, hopefully individually. It would happen when it happened and they all had eternity to wait, assuming they survived the nights to come. He stepped inside. He had a job to do that didn't involve hanging around outside Whitehern posturing and posing.
And they call us posers.....
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:28 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=5/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel turned to look at Rory. Apparently she wasn't as self assured as he expected. "I'll be along shortly," he said. "I just need to straighten out the problem with Iggy's bike. Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to you." It was an empty promise but at least it sounded reassuring. "I'll meet you all at Whitehern in fifteen minutes or so."
He turned to Iggy. "I call shotgun." he said.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) H 7 (3)
Iggy raised an eyebrow from where he was seating in the front seat and cocked an eyebrow at Angel calling shotgun.
The Brujah said nothing just motioned the Venture to the rear.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=5/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"You can't invite me along for the ride from the front seat, Iggy. Shotgun has to be called," Angel said as he slipped into the back seat. "I am unbelievably sorry about your bike. I'll pay for the damages. Just give me the bill. Or would you rather have free beer at the Unyon for the next year?"
Angel was relieved that Iggy didn't seem likely to be going to hold the fender bender against him, any more than he was going to hold the solid shot to the head against Iggy. It would hopefully be relegated to the realm of 'do you remember the time when...?'.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Barton/Birch - Team Beta - Iggy
BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) H 7 (3)
"That's what I pay insurance for."
Iggy then looked at the cabby,
"Jackson and McNab, and am extra twenty for speed."
A nod from the driver and the two were off, during the drive Iggy nursed his sore hand.
OCC: 4 bps over the length of the drive to heal, BP 12 (6) W5 (3) H 7 (7) assuming the broken hand is not aggravated damage
(if it is 5 BPs for 1 health assuming I make my willpower roll leaving me at
BP12 (5) W 5 (3) H 7(4))
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:21 PM. - Whitehern Parking Lot- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
With a quiet sigh Lobo was relieved that he had managed to break the cycle that Waylon had started between Will and himself. A few insults from a toreador were meaningless.
That resolved Lobo turned to more important matters - Athial. He looked at the Tremere, the anguish in her voice matched her face.
"Sweet Athial, I know your wish to be with us but Antigen may need you if anything can be done to help Babadora. I'll do my best to bring one back for you but not at a risk of any more our friends lifes. But Athial, I will do my best to make certian we all return."
Lobo's words fell hollowly in the night, he knew the danger he was leading people into.
Lobo removed his mask, handing it to Athial,
"Could you hold on to this for me, such head gear is inapporiate for war."
Although it wasn't said - Lobo's meaning was clear. I'll be back for this!
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29pm - Birch &Barton - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth had ignored most of the little man's insults. Quite frankly he could see why most didn't like the guy he was an ass and didn't care if he were talking bad about the people of his so called team while they were in ear shot. He sat comfortably in the truck beside Jallyn after watching the mini show that unfolded infront of his eyes. He let out a sigh we have more important things to worry about. He was fine to where he would be relocated a bit upset he wouldn't be with Jallyn but none the less he was working up a good repore with Iggy. He had felt bad for Iggy's bike it was clear it was one of his most prided possessions.
"Meet you there no worries I'll escort the ladies in your absence."he grinned for a moment then looked to the dog "If the dog doesn't eat me" he mumbled a littler nervously.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22pm - Whitehern Parking Lot - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial's face once twisted in anger melted to sadness and worried. Her white knuckled hand was removed from his shirt and held the mask gently in her hands. Her eyes studied Lobo's face with a small smile and a nod of determination. "I'll take good care of it. Be safe." she paused for a moment" all of you" she clutched the mask tightly to her body and hurried after Waylon into the mansion. Once inside her objective was clear find a ghoul or antigen and get an update. Her eyes raced around the inside rooms looking for a face she could get info from.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 PM. - Whitehern Parking Lot- Lobo- Team Gamma
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo watched Athial as she crossed the parking lot and entered Whitehern. "You be safe too." he said softly.
He hesitated for a moment or two as if he just might follow her. Instead, to hide his fear for her, he turned to Desdemona.
"Desdemona, it is up you, I know this is your mother's van, but we have know if we can use it."
Thinking about Athial, and knowing how easy his resolve could break, he added, "and we have to know now."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29pm - Birch and Barton - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory smiled back at Angel. The reassurance, no matter how silly or hollow it was, felt like a warm blanket in a snowstorm. It didn't take much to bring back her spirit, especially when their situation was so dire. It was a fortunate trait and one that made her something of an asset to their team.
As Angel and Iggy's cab drove off, Rory waved and wished them luck. But even as the words came from her mouth, she knew that the remaining group of Jallyn, Jareth, Cash, and herself would be the ones who would need it most.
"I can't make any promises," the Gangrel responded to Jareth jokingly.
Almost as if on cue, Cash gave a fang-exposing growl at the Ventrue. His companion chuckled lightly, but quickly shushed him.
"Alright, alright," she laughed, "You've put'em in his place, now hush up, you."
Rory couldn't forget that their comrades had died today and that they were about to go into a battlefield, but she knew that moping about it wasn't going to help anything either. In that sense, she was glad that Jareth's unwavering need to flirt and Cash's all too apparent hatred for the Kindred was lightening the mood. "Shall we get going, then?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22pm - Whitehern Parking Lot - Des- Gamma
Des looked at the others. "Ill stay behind and keep Athial company. We can hold the fort. Just watch your asses."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30pm - enroute to Whitehern - Jallyn- Beta
Jareth drove away with her and the others in the truck. Jallyn sighed she had been still and silent during the exchange and attack on the Ventrue. She didn't know anyone well enough to step in and try to smooth things over. She looked to the others trying to break the uncomfortable silence. "What a night..." She said softly. "I'm sorry if I haven't been that useful tonight or talkative. Its just this is really the first time I've been put into a war time situation. I may not know the Kindred of this city but the threat of violence and death and the chaos of tonight just have me sadly at a loss for words."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:25 pm - Whitehern -
Waylon entered Whitehern and was greeted by Chantal. "Thank you for coming Mr. Crosby. Please come this way. " Chantal led him down the hall and upstairs outside the bedroom door was an easel and a box of art supplies. Chantal flipped open a file folder that she had tucked under her arm and quietly began to inform Waylon of the nature of his visit and showed him the photos that contained the invisible Kindred.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm. - Delta Force - Vincent
Team Delta quickly climbed into the car and Vincent turned the ignition and the Jimmy was in motion on the roads.
They drove in silence for a few moments before Vincent spoke. "So who wants to go where?" Vincent asked as his eyes never left the road. "Dundas is likely going to be dangerous and the Prince has requested that if we want to go down there that no more than half of us are to go... So who's it going to be? I don't want to pick and choose because there is a good chance that you could be seriously injured or killed."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:26 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I will do what I can," Waylon said, twitching to get his fingers on the art supplies that Chantal seemed to be ruthlessly guarding until the end of the explanation. "I can't say I'm an expert at drawing from a description but I'll do what I can. Do you want a sketch of the woman as well? The way she's leaning on our invisible Lasombra, she's either a ghoul or a blood bound Kindred."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30pm - heading to Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
"Yes yes much so the place just hold on to him for me will you please." he said with a pleasent smile to Rory.
Jallyn spoke and Jareth couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Oh my dear I have a feeling you are not the only one in that situation. The closest thing to a war I've been into is a fight with is a drunkin jealous boyfriend or two." He paused for a moment and lift a hand off the steering wheel and placed it on his chin thinking for a moment.
"Actually that was before. Now I can pretty much talk them into going home and setting up a candle light bubble bath for their girl." He took the steering wheel by bother hands again. "So your the resident Hamiltonian where am I going exactly? Give me a run way and im okay. Set me in a back yard or on the street and even with a map I can get lost."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial jumped slightly at the door opened behind her. Her eyes seemed almost wild as they starred at Des. It took her a few moments to register whom it was before she offered a smile. She was glad the girl decided to stay with her. She was beginning to see her as some what of a little sister. She offered a tiny nod oblivious of her slight shaking "I'm not sure where everyone is"her voice slightly pouted as she blinked her eyes rapidly to keep the tears that were forming at bay.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:26 pm - Whitehern - Chantal
"I don't think that's necessary since we do have a photo of her but the Prince wants you to work with Fia. She was able to identify some of the kindred out in Dundas that eradicated team Omega. Thank you for your efforts though Waylon. Normally we would call Helen in for this but the Prince has just reached them and it will be some time for the Elders to return back here."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22pm - Whitehern - Des- Gamma
Des/nat grinned "Cheer up. They are going to be fine. They will go to Dundas and kick some serious ass. They will likely be back before sun up too."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:27 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Fia took those pictures?" Waylon whistled, impressed by the Gangrel's work. "She's got a good eye. I thought she was in Dundas. It would have been easier for me just to head home to my studio rather than to bring us both here."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:32-11:42pm - heading to Whitehern - Jallyn- Beta
"I'm actually not a resident to Hamilton before my embrace I lived in Toronto but I can get you to Whitehern." She replied offering Jareth a smile. It was comforting to know she wasn't alone. She was doing her best to put on a brave face and do her sire proud but the truth of the matter was she was scared. Scared for herself and the safety of everyone in the city. Jallyn gave Jareth directions following the route to Whitehern back using landmarks but the group got back and ended up pulling into the parking lot.
As the group pulled into the parking lot they caught a glimpse of Fia carrying a limp motionless body over her shoulder and up to the front door.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:28 pm - Whitehern - Chantal
"Actually Fia did not take the pictures. The person that took the pictures is a mortal named Dee. Shes actually quite young and works for Mr. Angelino. She was the one responsible for providing us with the pictures of the kine that was found in Bayfront as well. Just be patient with her but get what you can out of her. Shes sick and currently staying here at the Princes request. She was in General Hospital last night and was taking these pictures apparently she was sick and had gone in for medical attention and had been waiting there when the hospital fell under attack. Lobo's team found her and extracted her." Chantal explained as she lifted up the box and handed it to Waylon. Inside was an assortment of sketch pads pastels conte charcoal and art pencils.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:28 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I'll be gentle," Waylon said, eyeing the contents of the box with something akin to lust. "So if Dee saw the Lasombra, what does Fia have to do with anything?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~11:30 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Tamara
BP 12/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
So maybe that was it…. Has the attack been what she had been feeling…?
It still didn’t feel right though. The trail they’d followed didn’t seem old enough so that this group had been part of the ambush, so the enemy count was still unknown but pretty surely it was higher than expected. Either that or Omega team had been totally stupid in their actions. Tamara couldn’t be sure at this point.
So far most of those she'd had contact with seemed … amateurs at best when confronting an enemy force. No information system –or at least nothing that seemed to work and reach down to the peons– and no interest in it, no strategy… no planning ahead... and improvisation did not win wars nor kept people alive.
The gypsy, still in wolf form, shook her head and took a deep –and unnecessary– breath. If she was going to talk she would have to shift back… much to her displeasure. Once in this form, she enjoyed it far better than the human one. However, there were questions to be answered… and that nagging jolt in her flank.
“As far as where do we want to be,” Tamara said, “I believe the question is, where is each of us needed? Is there no plan going? Or will we be jumping in blind into their hands again…” she asked, though almost betting there was none. They’d most probably be again nothing more than improvising. “Besides, I think we should tend to wounds first… how did you get injured by the way?” the gypsy asked turning to look at Vic. She had smelled the blood in him, even if it was not quite obvious on his clothes, but had not been aware of how the kindred got it… something else to annoy her. She had been searching her side for whatever had caused the buzzing and weird feeling while shifted and eventually thought she'd found it... the cell phone? She wasn't that good with technology (to put it mildly) and for a while all she could do was stare at the small screen, kind of hoping it would speak to her...
OOC: Guessing if the cilice caused enough damage to cost health and BP it must’ve cut in deep enough, lemme know if mistaken please.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:28 pm - Whitehern - Chantal
"Waylon..." Chantal sighed softly not out of annoyance but because it was tough relaying the information "Fia saw the Kindred that killed Xiaoquing Babadora and Jeromy. We don't know how well but we are trying to get an identification. Sadly it seems that all of Omega met their end tonight in Dundas. Fia is enroute to return Babadoras body to Whitehern."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon started. "What!? When did this happen? The entire team wiped out, except for the Dia- except for Fia? Is that what the congregation outside is all about?" Didn't they want to tell me? Or did they assume I already knew? Was it because there wasn't a Toreador lost so they assumed I wouldn't care? Jeromy I barely knew but Xiaoqing had such beautiful eyes and the way she moved was sheer poetry and Babadora....
"That is correct, Mr Crosby," Chantal said, showing no sign that the comment about the congregations existence was news to her. "She will be arriving shortly. I realize we're putting you under tremendous pressure but please work as quickly as you can. I won't keep you any longer. We both have work that needs doing."
"Of course." Waylon watched Chantal walk away for a moment before he knocked on the door and turned the knob. "Knock, knock," he said. "Can I come in?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Whitehern - Dee
"Doors open." Came a muffled reply from within the room.
Dee lay in the large four poster bed under a goose down filled duvet. She had herd snippets of the conversation outside the door but the voices had been soft and low.
The auburn haired teen waited to see who her visor was. Perhaps it was the sketch artist that Lewich had mentioned would be coming.
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OOC: Sorry Hurricanus, I missed your reply
Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 pm - Birch & Barton - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=5/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Yeah but if you put it through your insurance, your rates go up," Angel said. "If I pay for it, the work gets done, the person responsible pays the bill and your insurance doesn't change. No harm, no foul. Everybody ends up happy except the insurance man. Besides, the damage is probably less than your deductible. How's the hand?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:29 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
The girl looked so young and so small in the enormous bed. Waylon's heart went out to her. Poor thing. She's just had the world fall down on her head and now she's supposed to give us the only clue as to what the Sabbat pack leader looks like....
"Hi," he said. "I really hate to bother you but it seems like you've seen somebody who doesn't show up on film. I'm here to hopefully get him down on paper so we can have an idea what he looks like. Are you comfortable? Need anything to drink?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 pm - Whitehern - Dee
Dee watched as the copper haired young man entered the room. Her eyes widened only the slightest bit but she felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he crossed the room. Being as pale as she was the crimson blush was only amplified.
He was beautiful. Not handsome or hunky but pretty in a petite and dainty kind of way. Dee had heard him ask her something her mind reeled against the cold medication to remember what it was... Drink... yes that was it.
She looked over at the empty water glass by her bed stand but shook her head. "Uh... Ah no I'm good thanks." She replied as she tried to sit up painfully aware that she looked awful. This really wasn't her month for looking her best especially around cute guys or gals.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon smiled gently. He pulled a chair up beside the bed. "My name is Waylon. We're going to find out how good an artist I am tonight. You're going to describe somebody and I'm going to see if I can come up with a picture that looks anything like them." He flipped open the page and with a few quick strokes of charcoal and pastel produced a caricature of Angel. "Am I close?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:33 pm - Whitehern - Dee
Dee watched as if entranced she looked at the final result and tried hard not to laugh. A wide lopsided grin formed on her lips. "Cute but definitely not my guy. So uh how do we do this cause I'm not sure where to start and I don't know a lot went on last night so I'm afraid I'm going to mess up."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:33 pm - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Well, you describe what you remember and when I draw it you tell me if I'm close or way off. Then I modify and try again. If you can't remember, then you can't remember. No big deal. You'll find, though that you noticed more than you realized." Waylon flipped to a new page. "You took his picture for a reason. Maybe we can start there. What was it that made you want to take his picture?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:42pm - Whitehern Parking lot- Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
As the pulled up Jareth's eyes zoomed in on the truck and the girl. He quickly threw the truck he was driving in park and got out. His eyes widened and then softened with a pained looked as he hurried to her side "Fia is it? Please let me help or at least get the door?" he said offering to carry the lifeless body as he made his way closer to her with every word spoken.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:23pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial nodded to Des. Her words had cheered her up slightly and it had helped her prolong the urge to start pacing around in the main entrance. " I pray your right." she said quietly as she slumped up against the wall and took a deep breath as if it were normal.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Scott - Team Alpha
The team had all climbed out of the gorge and were soon jumping into Papillions car. Scott turned the key and revved the engine as they took off down the road. "Ok so which of you guys are coming with me to Dundas and whos staying back to keep an eye on Hamilton?" The Brujah asked.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:28pm - Whitehern - Des- Gamma
For sure I'm right. They're bad ass. So should we be like going in to talk to the Prince or were we supposed to patrol or are we actually guarding the fort?" She asked Athial.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:34 pm - Whitehern - Dee
Dee closed her eyes feeling the blush creep up again. She had to swallow twice as she finally replied. "He was cute. So I took his picture. But I guess it was his eyes that really stood out..."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:42pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Jareth startled Fia, making her lose some grip on Babadora's frail form. She accepted his help when she felt her legs couldn't carry them both any longer.
"Please, take her," she double over with the weight gone, "I don't even know if she's still alive." She straightened herself, and pushed the hair on Babadora's forehead back. "She needs to be inside. Antigen's waiting."
She felt strangely calm. After everything that had happened in the past few days had numbed her.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic turned to Tamara; seeming different, colder "I apologize, the wound you sense is self-inflicted and minor and was just to remind me of whats important... My duty... and in answer to your question Vincent I am needed at whitehern." Vic then goes silent staring out the window his fingers taping some secret tune on his knee.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:43pm - Whitehern Parking lot- Jareth - Beta
Jallyn was silent as she followed Fia and Jareth up to the front steps as they carried the broken and bloodied body of the little Tremere.
She rang the door bell and a few seconds passed as the door opened and Chantal bid them to enter. The woman looked worn despite having been in Whitehern all night. "Please come this way. We can take her downstairs so Antigen can have a look at her. Thank you for bringing her back Miss Cade."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 pm. - Vincent - Delta Force
"I will get us there as quickly as possible guys just hang on." Vincent replied.
The group drove with some minor conversation as the others thought about where they would be best placed for the evening.
Vincent got the team down to whitehern at 11:43pm as he pulled the truck into the parking lot everyone got out to see that there were several Kindred and familiar cars outside.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:43pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia nodded to Chantal and followed her direction, letting Jareth go first with Babadora. She shuddered when she thought of a list of Antigen's possible reactions.
I'm screwed...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern -
Chantal took the the gangrel and venture down to the basement with the toreador in tow.
Antigen was just emerging out of the one basement door that led deeper into Whitehern's basement as Chantal had instructed Jareth to lay Babadora down on the table.
With a bow she left the kindred and headed back upstairs.
Antigen crossed the room his features were surprisingly devoid of emotion except for the firm set line of his mouth. He carefully brushed the hair from his Childe's face as he looked down at her bloodied and muddied body. Not a word was said as he gently began to examine Babadora's body.
Babadora looked very much like a broken porcelain doll. The damage to her back was extensive as she had caught the shot gun blast full on. However her chest and legs were peppered with buck shot and scratches from her fearful retreat out of the woods. She had been his apprentice for over a century and he felt the anger well up inside but forced it down. Anger was what the Sabbat wanted and right now with so many heated tempers and his subjects out for revenge now was not the time to lose control.
He turned to look up at the Gangrel who had brought him Babadora's body "Fia I want you to explain in as much detail exactly what happened and where your group was attacked." His tone was firm. It was a command. There was no polite request coming from the Prince this time around.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:42pm - Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth nodded to the girl and gently carried Babadora as if she weighed nothing at all. His eyes drifted every once and awhile to her emotionless face as reality of what was happening was very clear in his arms. It was humbling and frightening all in the same instance. He followed quickly after Chantal to the basement.
He obeyed Antigens orders and placed Babadora on the table and stood back. He was a little unsure if he should stay in the room or not. He stood silent and still like a statue awaiting any order given.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:23pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial opened her eyes and looked to Des "In all honesty I really just don't know. Standing here can't be helping but then again neither is getting in everyones way. Let's check the mansion for any fowl entry perhaps to keep us busy. If the door is locked move to the next room and examine the windows."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Team Gamma
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck wait up!"
The voice was faint but off in the distance Calvin saw him. HIM. Yes Daniel. Apparently ditching him in NewYork wasn't as sucessful as he had hoped.
"Cal! I mean come on buddy I know we have our moments but seriously. Canada?! You ran to Canada. Land of Beavers and Maple Syrop and you didn't leve me a letter or anything. Seriously I swear the way you treat me... You think you and I weren't BFF's." Daniel hollered as he sprinted across the street barely avoiding the bus and showed no intentions of slowing down.
Poor Calvin stood transfixed his mouth open in horror and shock as Daniel let out a joyful squeal and tackled him. "You silly douche dont ever do that again. I had to hitch hike with this fat trucker and you wouldn't be lieve what he made me do to pay for my way..."
OCC: Pls remember that only Calvin can hear Daniel... All that you guys see if Calvin fall over on the lawn after looking like he was ready to die of heart failure....
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"The four of us went to Dundas as you instructed. When we were searching the Bruce Trail, we came across some mounds of fresh dirt. Six of them, I believe. As Xiaoqing..." She stopped to take a deep breath and fight the tears, "Xiaoqing was reporting on the radio, we heard a battle cry, and Xiaoqing was staked as we tried to run. We were all hit with shotgun blasts. I lost track of Jeromy. I heard someone yell out that they had cut off the head of a friend of ours. I didn't know who they meant. We all lost track of each other. I made it back to the truck first. I waited, and Babadora made it through. As she was climbing into the truck, she was hit. I managed to pull her in and gun it. Then I called you." She felt faint, but kept going anyway, "I think Lobo is going to do something crazy. I don't think I can convince him of doing otherwise."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern - Antigen
"Pull yourself together. Tears wont bring the dead back." he replied coolly "I need more detail. WHERE on the Bruce Trail. Its a large trail that virtually wraps around all of Dundas. Come on Fia please think. I want details as well. What do you remember of the assailants. Was there anything that you saw. How did they attack. What did they use. Obviously shot guns were in effect. How come you guys didn't see them or hear them until it was too late?" The Prince was losing patientce. He didn't have time to coddle the Gangrel the night was not going to last forever and getting information at this point was key.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:41 to 11:44pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
As they drove up to Whitehern, Rory’s eyes fixed upon, focused, and widened as she spotted Fia stumbling toward the beautiful home of Antigen with what looked like a lump of dead-weight. She had only recognized the bright-eyed Kindred because she stood out at their meeting as the only one who had stayed behind. Otherwise, Rory knew little to nothing about the strange Gangrel.
As the truck finally came to a stop, Rory and her canine companion leaped from the car. She watched Jareth rush ahead to help the struggling girl. As she got closer, it became more and more apparent that what Fia was hauling was truly the bloody corpse of their comrade.
Rory looked down solemnly as she continued to walk, watching her feet. Beside her, Cash whined as he walked - tail between his legs. Rory looked down at him with a sad smile.
“You can smell it too, huh? Everyone in there is either tense or afraid… And Fia…” the Gangrel spoke, pausing, “It’s as if her worry’s a big black cloud of smoke… Y’know?”
Cash whined again.
“I know, boy… I know…”
She sped up, stopping just behind Fia and following her fellow Gangrel and team comrade as they followed Chantal, the body of Babadora limp and lifeless in Jareth’s strong arms. After they'd entered the room, Rory stood uselessly behind the Ventrue, praying that Antigen would dismiss them. The presence of the dead Kindred in the room was a little too much for the younger Gangrel to handle.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:43 pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=5/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
The cab pulled up at Whitehern. "Looks like we've quite the crowd," Angel said, taking in the gathered Kindred. "Feel like helping me keep some idiots from dying, Iggy?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Calvin - Team Gamma
Oh no, oh shit, no no no no no! All these things passed by in Calvin's mind as he heard and saw the boy approaching. He'd left him behind, there was a whole world to search and he finds him in two days!? He was never going to get away, he felt remarkably numb as Daniel knocked him to the lawn, producing a mere 'Oof' as he hit the grass. This wasn't happening. This was another nightmare, any second now he'd wake up, safe and Daniel free. He pinched his own thigh through the worn fabric of his jeans, the jolt of pain would have made all the colour drain form his face if there had been any. He was about to ask someone to help the clinging form off him but then he remembered. No one can see him, no one can hear him...Calvin forced a sigh.
"Daniel get off" He muttered under his breath, shoving the brunette off him, trying to hide the interaction as a cough.
What was he going to do? He couldn't bring Daniel to Dundas he'd screw things up, get someone killed, make him hurt someone.
"I-I...Can't go..." Calvin stuttered lamely, as he attempted to inch away from his self proclaimed 'BFF' that no one else could see. He just looked fidgety to anyone else, losing his nerve maybe, but at the moment there was one thing on his mind. 'Get me away from him...'
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Up past Sydenham, a kilometer or two in. There were eight mounds, I remember Babadora telling Xiaoqing to report accurately. They also used tree branches. The one guy had a sword. He looked like he was in his late thirties, greasy grown out mullet, dark eyes, leather jacket. It was dark, and I only saw him. He was the only one who came out of the dark to challenge us. They were hidden and we were quiet enough, but they came out of the trees or the mounds themselves. I don`t know for sure."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:24 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Calvin - Team Gamma
Daniel Rolled off Calvin with a dramatic sigh. "So what have you been doing up here in Canada and uh... why are you hanging out with a greasy biker and a guy with a leather fetish?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern - Antigen
"What direction Fia towards Hamilton or towards Greensville?" Antigen asked. "And why were you guys not radioing in every 15 minutes with your locations to your back up team?"
His eyes didn't deceive him. There was no deception in the gangrels story although it would have been so much simpler if she had indeed turned on the party or had sold them out.
The Prince looked at Rory Jareth and Jallyn. "You and your team leaders better have decided where you are going. As much as I would like to say that all the action will be in Dundas I'm sure you can guess that this is likely a diversion or a trap. Chose wisely where you wish to tread young Kindred. Once Fia gives us the information on which direction the ambush was you can go upstairs and let the others outside know. Those that are staying behind have let them come inside. Having such a large group of individuals gathered outside Whitehern at nearly midnight is bound to attract attention that we do not need."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:24 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Calvin - Team Gamma
"Shut up Daniel." Calvin said forcing a smile onto his face, producing the quiet plea through said gritted teeth.
"I will stay...Because I forgot that...There is something...That I need to do...Somewhere...I have to call someone!...And need a phone...Cellphone's give you cancer and...I have a headache and socks to sort. Yeah!" Calvin backed away from the two slowly. His eyes showing that he truly was sorry, he wanted to go, but something was going terribly wrong, he hoped they understood. He wasn't crazy, he was protecting them from Daniel, he'd sabotage anyone close to him.
"Please understand that I really do want to go..And I'll call you after I sort some issues out." Were the final words he spoke to Boogie and Lobo before he turned and made his way back to the beautiful house that was Whitehern. He felt weak, like he was retreating, he could only hope that they wouldn't think him weak or a coward. He wasn't a coward but he was scared, with Daniel here god only knows how things would go.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:44pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"It was eastbound. More towards Greensville. Xiaoqing had the only radio. I`m guessing she dropped it when she was staked."
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Wednesday April 22nd, ~11:45 pm. Chedoke – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
*Self inflicted? Nice, as if on top of everything, that was what we needed…* Tamara thought, but kept her words to herself. There were more pressing matters to think about… and memories to keep at bay… corporal punishments, guilt, duties…. Some days she wondered just how much closer she was from a Malkavian type than Gangrel’s.
In any case, as per usual with their so called leaders, there were no answers to her questions. Meaning? Yes, exactly: there was no plan.
By the time they reached Whitehern, Tamara had fallen deep into her own thoughts, much as she figured the rest of the people in the car had. She had been fumbling with her phone, but sadly unable to unlock its secrets and too occupied to even worry about it. The scene that met their eyes there though brought focus to the moment.
Fia, carrying a body, two more… Jareth and the redhead coming behind them and the man taking charge of the dead weight and possibly dead kindred, Rory and Cash coming in from another car… a group of people waiting outside too. The gypsy stepped out from the car, her face half hidden by her hoodie and somehow looking small again. Something big was in concoction and if she had to choose just which group to be with, well she wasn’t sure which one offered a reasonable probability of success. She would not be going in an all pissed hot tempered suicide mission; that was for sure.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:47pm - Whitehern -Antigen
Antigen finished inspecting Babadora's body and looked back up at the group. "You are all dismissed. Fia since I doubt you will be much use in Dundas due to your current mental state Please go upstairs and have Chantal take you to Waylon. Give him as much detail as you can about this Kindred that called your group out. With luck we will have enough to properly identify the bastard. The rest of you please spread the word about where the attack location is and make sure you take at least a couple trackers with you to help with the hunt. The rest of you please spread out around the downtown core and don't stray too far from Whithern. I have a suspicion that before the morning comes we will be dealing with the Sabbat."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:47pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory nodded at Antigen’s words, not daring to look up at him. She was unsure of just where she would go. Perhaps she’d follow her teammates and travel with them, or find Lobo and go forward into the trap, or even seek out that Calvin boy…
Cash sat whimpering at her feet, his head propped up against her leg.
Things were getting much too real, much too fast. Whomever she decided to go with could dramatically alter the outcome of the night’s events. She or Cash could die in battle if they went with the wrong group… Or she could let someone down, or have to watch someone else die, or even frenzy and kill her own Kindred… There was no telling what would happen but it would all come down to who she decided to go with.
In many ways, Rory was making the most important decision of her unnatural life. At best, she felt sick.
As Antigen finished interrogating Fia and their group was dismissed, Rory gave a long, hollow sigh and started toward the door. She hoped she hadn’t seemed rude, but the Gangrel felt as if the world was crumbling around her and she had to get ready as soon as she could to stop it.
Cash seemed upset, but the moment the Kindred moved, the canine darted after her.
‘I need air…’ was all that came to her mind as she spend toward the front door, swinging it open only to come litteally face-to-face with the panicky Calvin.
“Sweet Jesus!!” she exclaimed. The ginger-haired girl held her head with one hand as she nearly toppled over backward.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:49pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia bowed and left the room. She found Chantal and followed her up to the room where Waylon was. She paused for a moment after Chantal left her in the hall to recall the face that ripped apart her world. She knocked tentatively, and waited.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50pm - Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth nodded to Antigen and exited the room following the others upstairs. as they approached the main entrance he noted Des and Athial making their way back to the main hall. "All out side and be quick about it please I have our orders." He blinked to the one known as Calvin. He seemed to be acting strange but which malkvian didn't. He headed for the door and to his surprise found everyone still congregating trying to decide what to to.
"Everyone a moment please. I just came from Antigen's presence. Please split into the two teams your leaders decided. One half will be going to the trail the other into the downtown core. He wants to make sure that a tracker or two is with the trail team as well. For the location Fia disclosed was Eastbound toward a place called Greensville. Up past Sydenham, a kilometer or two in. Ummm ya He wants us to disperse quickly as possible cuz all of us out here ya kinda drawing attention. All I have to relay."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial and Des checked the mansion for any sign of fowl entry. Much to her relief there was none and headed back downstairs to the main lobby area where she saw Jareth covered in blood. He spoke and Athial listened hearing that there was word from Antigen she headed back outside still clutching on to the mask Lobo had given her. She felt a lump form in her throat and was unsure about teams being split but if they needed tracking she would be suited for it well. She stood nervously awaiting for someone to say something.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:47pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds
Calvin gasped in sharply as the red head swung open the door he'd been wrestling with himself to open. Daniel being around didn't help his nerves any, though Rory was a comfort and inside his chest swelled slightly at the sight of her, he couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp and step back, one step too far tumbling backward off the stoop. He seemed to spend a lot of time on the ground when Daniel was around...He got up, thoroughly embarrassed, dusting off the over sized black hoody he wore as a coat. Besides his bruised ego he was no worse for the wear.
"Hey Rory." He said trying to act cool even after that. Act like he hadn't been waffling on the steps for the passed twenty minutes trying to decide if he was going in or just leaving, letting Hamilton to those who could defend it properly and wouldn't be putting their teammates in danger. Act like she hadn't been one of the things keeping him on that stoop though he'd only exchanged maybe five words with her. He realized his body might be that of a teenager, but really, did he have to act like one? He forced his blue eyes to meet her green ones, eye contact was important...
Oh god Daniel for once in your life behave...Please...
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"Omigosh, are you okay!?" Rory exclaimed as the Malkavian fell off the stoop. Her worry quickly vanished as Calvin quickly recovered and she couldn't help but suppress a small giggle.
Cash broke out in loud, booming barks again, as startled as either of the Kindred. Rory hushed him impatiently, almost embarrassed by his behavior.
"How have you, uh... Been holding up, Cal?" the ginger Kindred asked, a shadow of her goofy smile returning to her face. There was a hint of sadness about it, but it was only for the worry still strong in her heart. Rory was perfectly aware that she was acting childish, like a teenage girl. It was hard not to notice. But with everything going down-hill around her, the Gangrel was open to the moment of semi-normalcy.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds
"What'samatter boy?" Calvin said with a smile breaking out over his features as he knelt to hold his palm out to the rambunctious mutt. Only petting him once Cash signaled he was alright with it. He looked up at Rory from his kneeling position. "Things have been..." His eyes darted to Daniel, who was now, as always, ever present. "Holding up well enough. With things how they are."
The brunette was being remarkably quiet...Which worried Calvin more than when he was making obscene comments. He figured he was waiting, judging, which was never a good thing. If Daniel disapproved, he didn't want to have to push Rory away to keep her safe. Though internally he chided himself for that selfish thought, if Daniel disapproved her safety was far more important than his little crush.
"How about you?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
The dog warily sniffed his palm. Almost immediately he recognized his scent and began licking his hand happily. Rory grinned. Edward had been bad with animals, but even in being a kindred, Cash enjoyed Calvin's company. 'Dammit, why am I comparing Calvin to... him...?' she thought, mentally scolding herself. Of course she was open to relaxing in an attempt to forget her situation, but did she really have to lose all her guard?
"Not too bad. A little nervous..." she admitted with a side-glance and a shrug, "But things could be worse I guess, right?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:49pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds
Calvin gave Cash another quick ruffling before standing up, returning to Rory's level, dusting off his hands from where they'd touched the ground and smiled reassuringly at her.
"It'll be alright." He said though he didn't know what he was really reassuring.
"So. Cal. Whose this? A frieeend?" Daniel spoke up finally. Circling the ginger girl, Calvin's eyes followed him nervously.
The brunette tilted his head when he'd come around back of her. "Nice ass. I like that." He smirked
"She's not bad. I'd do her!" Daniel said with a grin, leaning in near the nape of her neck, without touching the girl, breathing in deeply. Sniffing her.
Calvin's eyes widened, and he bit hard on his lip. He was about to make an outburst, telling Daniel to get away but then again remembered it was only him who could see him. But before that Daniel straightened up again. The green eyed figment grinned.
"Smells good too...Pretty nice. Minus the dog. Actually...I really don't like him at all...Kinda mangy...What if he has fleas? Hey if a flea bites you does it become a minion of the undead?"
"Daniel. Shut UP!" Calvin said, again through gritted teeth trying to hide the words in a cough.
"You should get that cough checked out ol' pal. I thought vampires didn't get sick."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50-11:52 pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=8/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Looks like I'm going to have to organize this or they'll all get themselves killed.
One BP spent for Awe BP 7/11 One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4
"Lobo, Will, I assume I'm not going to be able to stop either of you from going, so you're going to form the core of the strike team," Angel began. "I want you both to pick a sneak scout and an aura seer. If we go in blind, we come back dead. Your best bet for seers are the Toreador and Tremere. Your best bet for sneaks are the Malkavians and the Nosferatu. Pick carefully because we don't have many. I know everybody wants to go but if we just go charging in, we'll all die. This is is what they want. They want us to respond with anger and come in looking for revenge. Well, revenge is a dish best served cold. We'll be responding but it is going to be with a plan."
One BP spent for Awe BP 7/11 One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4
He looked at the assembled Kindred and moved up the steps so that they could all see him.
"Our advantage is that we know our powers. With the exception of their leaders, the Sabbat have nothing but brute force to work with. We need to bleed them, force them to use their blood until they turn on each other and then they will be ours for the picking. And then..." Angel ground his hand into his fist. "We crush them. We destroy them. We send a message to the Sabbat that Hamilton is not available for occupation and anyone who tries will be sent to Hell with a stake in their hearts. We will make them pay for what they have done tonight and they will learn that we are not just a collection of six separate clans. We are Hamilton and together we are as strong and as tough as steel. To harm one is to draw the righteous anger of all."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory gave a gentle smile as she was comforted by him again.
Cash stayed by Calvin's side now, panting happily and looking up at him, completely unaware of the imaginary figment talking so negatively about his mutt-like appearance.
Suddenly, Calvin's eyes widened and he bit his lip. A look of concern flashed across her face that only increased as he seemed to cough something. "Are.. Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry, "You look a little like you've seen a ghost or somthin'."
Suddenly, Angel interupted their short-lived conversation as he walked up the steps. Rory gave a small glance toward Cal before deciding to back away a bit and listen, motioning for him and her canine to stand beside her.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Come on in," Waylon called. He was expecting Antigen to come along at some point and turned to greet the Prince. "So far so good," he said as he turned. "She's got a good-" he stopped. "Oh. I was expecting Antigen."
He certainly hadn't been expecting the Diablorist. His eyes flicked to his bag. It contained his gi but more importantly, it contained the night sticks, a couple of stakes and the stolen police pistol. It was uncomfortably out of reach and the zipper was closed. "I'm not sure how we're going to do this," he said carefully. "I'm assuming that the two pictures are of equal priority. Do you want to wait until I'm done with Dee or do you want to try to do this at the same time?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
She pushed the door open to see Dee and Waylon in the room.
"Trying to draw two pictures at once might be a little confusing," she looked at him through her lashes, "I'll wait."
She took a chair from across the room and brought it to the side of the bed, next to Dee, "So, what have you got so far for your baddie?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
The suggestion that he couldn't multitask as an artist offended Waylon to the core. "Honey, I can handle up to five paintings at the same time. Park your ass up there and we'll see how well I handle confusion."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia felt the stirrings of the transient in her mind, "How about you can the attitude, princess. I've had about enough fucking drama for one night. I was talking about getting the memory messed up, especially if it's not the same dude."
Toreadors... You'd be best to pull the paintbrush out of your ass.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Don't call me 'Princess'," Waylon said. "I've got a lot more ammunition than you do when it comes to name calling. If you're that worried about it, go read a book, so you won't get your description mixed up with the one Dee is giving me. If you're worried that the guy you saw is the same one, I have one question for you. How big was he?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Six feet or so. He looked like snape on crack."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"So he was tall but not particularly solid," Angel said, the image starting to form in his mind resembling Alice Cooper far more than Alan Rickman. "Sorry Fia, it's a different vampire. Dee's boy wasn't even close to six feet. Do you want to wait or will you help me save time and do them both at the same time?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Now is fine. Whatever saves time. What do you need to know?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"We'll start with what you noticed most," Waylon said, roughing out a quick scarecrow. "He looked cracked out and he was six feet tall. Did you notice hair colour? Was he wearing a coat?"
Whereas Dee had taken the time to take a good look, Fia's view of her vampire had been fleeting at best, in the dark while under attack. He could draw a cracked out John Travolta and she'd agree to the likeness. He couldn't let her see the sketch until he was sure he couldn't get any more information out of her.
"Dee, take a look at this sketch and tell me what's wrong with it," Waylon said, handing the girl the sketch pad. "I can't let you see yours, Fia. My interpretation might affect your memory."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst - Team Alpha
"Well Scott, I shall of course go wherever i am needed the most," Hearst said aloud, "i would relish the opportunity to battle along side of one such as you/ I would love to make them pay those that thought they could attack some of ours and walk away unscathed. When we are done thy will be begging for the middday sun for it will cause them less pain. However i could stay behind and also consider it an honor to aid in the protection of this city that i now call home. If it be my preference then i would choose to venture with you into Dundas for i loathe waiting for things to happen imuch prefer to be where the action wwe know is rather then wait and hope for a challenge, So let's head for dundas.
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
She closed her eyes and went back to the Trail in her head. She went over the minutes up to the part where Xiaoqing was killed.
"Early to mid thirties. He had dark hair, shoulder length. Wavy, but like greasy wavy. Dark eyes, leather jacket. He wasn't really buff, either. Square cut jaw, high cheek bones. Wide mouth and wide set eyes," she wasn't surprised with the amount she could recall. She always had a good memory.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 pm - Whitehern - Dee
Dee had been silent as the rather handsome woman entered the room. Her first thought was that she was strong amazonian like. Her eyes were a rather eerie shade of yellow and looked almost wolf like.
For a fleeting second she was disappointing to have the woman join them. She had been enjoying the time with the cute redhead. But after the comments that had been tossed in Waylons direction she didn't feel so on edge or uncomfortable.
She looked up at Waylon as he called her name. Really it wasn't so much as a looking as being jolted from her thoughts. She had been enjoying just sitting and watching him sketch. There was something peaceful and serene about it but at the same time there was an intense concentration. More than once she had been tempted to reach out and brush back a stray strand of that long silky hair...
She took the picture and looked at it... His lips were fuller and his cheekbones more pronounced. And the nose is too I dunno... It didn't look like that but you got the eyes dead on for a pencil sketch. But I guess I did go on about them quite a bit. Its just something I tend to notice is eyes. And well his did stand out... Not like hers," Dee replied nodding in Fia's direction "but I have to admit those are funky contacts."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Sunken hungry cheeks or hatchet faced?" Waylon asked, his charcoal flying. "Stringy greasy or dreadlocks greasy? Waist length jacket or longer?" His questions were likely coming too fast for the blood soaked Gangrel but he was in the groove and his Muse wasn't going to wait for Fia. He turned back to Dee.
"Fuller lips and more pronounced cheekbones," Waylon echoed, making a few quick marks to thicken the lips and increase the angle on the cheekbones. "Looks like our boy is Spanish, which gives me an idea for the nose. A little more hawklike?" He made the nose sharper. "Like that?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 - 11:50pm - enroute to Whitehern- Scott- Team Alpha
"Sounds good to me Bro. We can leave the ladies and Kaspar to keep any eye on the town while we go kick some ass. My way of looking at it if theres only a hadn full of em no sinse in us talking three people. Still we can check in at Whitehern I don't want the Prince pissing in my cornflakes cause I didn't check in. You will learn that about him. He pretty much lets you do what you want as long as you let him know whats up."
Scott pulled into the parking lot at Whitehern for 11:50 and Scott noticed the crowd of people out front of Antigens haven He noticed that the Suit known as Angel was standing on the steps and was just starting to speak...
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OOC: Reposted as per request...
And forgot to mention One BP spent during trip to heal 1 HP
Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50-11:52 pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=8/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Looks like I'm going to have to organize this or they'll all get themselves killed.
OOC: One BP spent for Awe BP 7/11 One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4
"Lobo, Will, I assume I'm not going to be able to stop either of you from going, so you're going to form the core of the strike team," Angel began. "I want you both to pick a sneak scout and an aura seer. If we go in blind, we come back dead. Your best bet for seers are the Toreador and Tremere. Your best bet for sneaks are the Malkavians and the Nosferatu. Pick carefully because we don't have many. I know everybody wants to go but if we just go charging in, we'll all die. This is is what they want. They want us to respond with anger and come in looking for revenge. Well, revenge is a dish best served cold. We'll be responding but it is going to be with a plan."
One BP spent for Awe BP 7/11 One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4
He looked at the assembled Kindred and moved up the steps so that they could all see him.
"Our advantage is that we know our powers. With the exception of their leaders, the Sabbat have nothing but brute force to work with. We need to bleed them, force them to use their blood until they turn on each other and then they will be ours for the picking. And then..." Angel ground his hand into his fist. "We crush them. We destroy them. We send a message to the Sabbat that Hamilton is not available for occupation and anyone who tries will be sent to Hell with a stake in their hearts. We will make them pay for what they have done tonight and they will learn that we are not just a collection of six separate clans. We are Hamilton and together we are as strong and as tough as steel. To harm one is to draw the righteous anger of all."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Sunken, stringy and it came to about his thigh," she answered quickly. When Dee mentioned her eyes, she felt a pang. "Ummm... Thanks, but they aren't contacts."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:54 - Whitehern - Dee
"Ah think kinda like model-esque... for his cheeks. They were sorta like yours but a bit more chiseled. And the nose isn't right still. Not so bird like... Sorry..." She looked back up at Fia "wow so you were like born with them or is it because you are a vampire?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:54 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
She looked at Dee for a moment, "They are like that because I wasn't paying attention to my own limits. It's what happens when the beast inside tries to claw it's way out," she mumbled. That was the first time that anyone thought her eyes were 'funky'. She knew it was because the mortal didn't understand the significance, but it lessened the pain some.
"I don't think it's a good idea to discuss the details with you. It's bad enough you know we're vampires."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50-11:52 pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool=7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Scott, I'm going to assume you're going in to Dundas," Angel said. "That means Iggy is going to have to stay behind because we can't strip the city of our fighters. If you want him to come, he does but you or one of the other scrappers will have to stay. We'll need scouts, not just fighters and we'll need to leave some of the scouts here. So who is going and who is staying? Trying to divide us evenly, I think it comes down to Scott, Kaspar and Hearst from Alpha, Jallyn, Rory and myself from Beta, Lobo and Will from Gamma, and Vic, Tamara and Seth from Delta. That will leave Emily and Papillion from Alpha, Iggy and Jareth, from Beta, Athial, Calvin and Des from Gamma, Waylon, Vincent and Cera from Delta and Fia. I know she probably wants to be right up there with the rest of us kicking ass and taking names but I don't think she's up to the fight right now. I'm not taking this fight away from anybody and you'll notice that there is a clanmate of each of the fallen going in with us. I just hope with a little organization, we'll come out on top."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:56 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
""So more like this?" Waylon left the sketch with Dee to examine before turning back to Fia. "Did you see his eyes?" He sighed suddenly. "Xaioqing had such beautiful eyes. I was going to ask her if I could paint them but I'll never get the chance because of this bastard. I noticed yours across the table too, Fia. Before they changed."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm - Whitehern - Team Alpha- Scott
"I'll let you know in a minute. I have a report to give the Prince and he can decide then. I'm planning on going and so is Hearst. By the way Iggy bro I called your cell and you didn't answer whats up with that?" he asked as he hovered by the door.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:56 - Whitehern -Dee -
Dee looked at the picture and frowned unsure what to say. It was getting hard to try to explain things. She wasn't an artist and she was feeling a little worn out. All she wanted was to take a quick nap. "Yeah speaking of which what is Mr. Lewich going to do with me anyhow. I was told I have to stay here for a few days cause well I know stuff and I'm sick... Its not like I'm going to tell anyone. No one would believe me anyhow." Her eyes flicked to Waylon for a moment. "So she said because we are vampires. Ummmm does that make you one too?" She shifted a little uncomfortably in the bed. She hadn't even thought that the slender red head could be a blood sucker like her boss.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Don't hold it against me," Waylon said with a smile. "We aren't monsters, Dee. Antigen, Mr Lewich, isn't going to have you killed for knowing about us. That might have been true in the past but we're much more civilized now. We need people we can trust to handle things during the day. You've met Chantal? She isn't a vampire. She's one of Mr Lewich's staff. She takes care of things for him while he's sleeping. This isn't too much for you, is it? If you're tired, you can grab a quick nap and I can come back later."
He had assumed that Dee had been aware of the situation. He hoped it wouldn't change her opinion of him. He liked the girl. She had a good eye for detail and might make a good artist some day.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (60) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy slid up near Scott. Raising his voice to be heard by the growing number of Kindred, "Scott, I'll stay here, but I have to warn ya - if you let that little man lead in battle you're gonna get a lot of people killed. That Venture," Nodding at Angel, "is just good enough to lead y'all to slaughter. Scott, your the Brujah second and I think we should do our best to make sure Hamilton's Kindred return from Dundas, you heard from his report how poorly he lead last night, just look at how he failed Fia, and there wasn't any improvement tonight. A war party sould be lead by someone you understands war and death, not by someone you thinks losses are just numbers on a spreadsheet!"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:45 - 11:52 pm. - Vic - Delta Force
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic stood too the side listening to the kindred around him, unnoticed without being invisible, until he heard Angel's announcement. He strode to Angel without his usual shuffling gate "I'm afraid you have me on the wrong list Angel, I'll be staying here tonight."
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Wednesday April 22AND, 11:52 pm - Whitehern - Hearst
BP 13/13 W 5/5 H 7/7
Hearst speaking with a tone of pride initially matching the volume of Iggy but as he continues talking his volume ever increasing to a battle hardened growl and a look of eagerness in his eyes as Hearst tries to rally everyone ready for the upcoming battle, " Now sir i realize that there may be some animosity between yourself and my brother in arms," Hearst says to Iggy and then turning to the crowd after a quick glance at Scott with a wink and a nod to angel, "for that is what we all are and what we must all be if we want to undertake this challenge we are facing and going to accomplish for failure is not an option my friends and family. If our prince has said that angel is good enough to lead us then we should accept that should we not? I do understand and respect the prowess of my other brother, Scott, for he is a force to be reckoned with for sure. I would be honoured to stand beside either and fight to the last drop of blood was gone from me.I say this on this moment in time we must stand and fight together, we must repel that force witch has come to OUR land and tries to stake claim on it. We must make those that killed our friends and our BROTHERS and SISTERS of team omega ...PAY and PAY DEARLY. They will pay unto their grandchildrens grandchildren their families must pay. AN EXAMPLE MUST BE SET AND SET NOW!!! To guard the back of either Scott or Angel and any of you my kindred vampires here with me today i would proudly walk to and stand to fight in the dawning sun i would use all of my strength to hold back the legions of our enemies and destroy them all with you. For on this day the enemy realizes what it has done. What they have done is unite us into one fighting force to destroy all others. We all have reasons for we all have friends here fallen and standing with us.
Let us show them their mistake let us show them the might of HAMILTON let us show them the power of US UNITED that they have unleashed!!!!!!!! For none of are numbers on a spreadsheet none of us are acceptable losses we will not tolerate any of us being looked down upon by these sabbat scum, for they are beneath us they are beneath all of us. We all must now understand battle and death are a part of all of us and all of us will make them suffer. Fia i believe should be allowed to join the party going into dundas if she wishes in my opinion and if you desire angel then assign one of us going to stay with her if she needs it but she deserves and has the right to be there to make them pay personally more then the rest of us do...
Now lets us make them pay
Let us make the sabbat remember for all eternity our strength , let them mark on their calenders this day for it is the day they made their gravest mistake and that is attacking anyone or anything in HAMILTON.
ooc Hearst lack of the proper prejudices between clans is probably more then apparent and obvious whit this rant
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie listened to Hearsts rant Some good points though not surprising one blue blood supporting another "The Nos wants to avoid the fight let him, give us Fia and a warrior to lead the war party, either Scott or Lobo."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm. - Whitehern Parking Lot - Hearst - Team Alpha
HP=7/7, BP=13/13 , WP=5/5,
after letting his rant sink in for a little bit Hearst begins to speak again, still trying to better get the group rallied up for the biggest fight of their existence, again letting his volumne and exuberence climb as he speaks till he is in a loud excitement "As far as leadership in this upcoming challenge we are facing. There seems to be some dispute as to who should lead the group Angel or Scott or even Lobo i believe i heard suggested. We have 2 areas that need a leader out to Dundas and here inside Hamilton. Does that not mean that we hve need of a leader in both spots. My suggestion is simple my friends one leader goes out and one stays, Angel as much as i would love to have all of us in the battle field of dundas you make a valid point inthat some of us should stay here to protect here. With that being said should it not be you a strong leader of your own right that should remain here to protect this land that which we stand on. Scott, I have come to respect you in the short time we have known each other and i hope that you have come to respect me as well I beleieve you should lead the war prty out into dundas and i shall follow, you should however choose a second and maybe that is where Lobo could fit in.
Now that is my suggestion for what it is worth and i hope it fits for all here because the mroe time we waste here babbling to each other means that the sabbat pieces of shit have more time to get prepared and the more time they have to complete whatever goal they have set for themselves. Our biggest advantage is one of surprise, an advantage that the longer we spend sitting here babbling to one another the more we waste. We can surprise by acting with our numbers and with our unified strength. We have abilities and quirks and nuances each of us individually has that none would probably expect do we not Scott. I was not what you expected when you met me was i Scott? yet you as a leader were able to figure out where i fit and i believe you could do the same as a leader of the war party in dundas. I am ventrue, Scott is Brujah, we are all of our clans but tonight together WE ARE HAMILTON!!!! WE ARE SABBAT DEATH !!! WE ARE ALL SABBAT DEATH
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm - 11:54 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (6) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
"Hearst, you confuse animosity with statements of fact. Who leads in Dundas is indifferent to me, I am staying here. However, I would like to give those going the best chance of survival. Angel isn't it. Period. As a Venture Hearst, maybe you should be stepping in for Angel. After all his performance will colour all the city's Venture. Decide as you will.
Scott, I now, the new one is malfunctioning also. I guess I just have the damnedest luck with technology."
Having finished speaking Iggy headed up Jackson street. Anyone watching would have seen the Brujah duck into an alley entrance. A few moments later the night was punctuated by a great gasp pf pain and pleasure. One most Kindred would recognize - 'feeding time at the zoo'. A Iggy returned he was looking much better, laughing at a joke only he understood twirling a newly acquired fedora in his hands. Approaching the crowd at Whitehearn, Iggy tossed the hat in the air one more time and watched it fall to the ground. Laughing again Iggy trod over the now sodden hat.
A belly laugh escaped the Kindred as he looked at the mob scene in front of the Mansion. Angel, Hearst and other s ranting - looking much the picture of strikers in the 1920s. With his dieing guffaw Iggy added, "And so much for the masquerade!"
Iggy positioned himself on the curb across the street, really the best place to watch the circus.
OCC 5 BP from the now unconscious male street walker in the alley. BP12 (11) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 pm - Whitehern - Chantal
Chantal opened the door to the Manor and looked at the assembled Kindred. "If you would all please step in for just a moment... We need to talk and having a crowd of you out here is not acceptable please head down to the meeting room in the basement. It will be a short meeting so you know where you are going and we know who is going where."
The plain brunet held the door open and motioned for everyone to enter.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:56 pm - Whitehern -
The sound of loud music drifted out from the Municipal parking lot as a Black Jeep with tinted windows peeled into to the parking lot.
I believe in something else
now go bother someone else
stick your fingers in your book
take a better second look
you crook
I hate it when you breach my space
and I hate it when you preach your case
and you should go down
down
save someone else
I think I should warn you
I think I should tell
what you've been doing
it makes you go to hell ...
The music cut short as the lights and ignition were killed.
The doors to the Jeep opened and Donna stepped out clad in black leather biker pants and a heavy black leather jacket that was missing the left sleeve. The passenger door opened and a shapely blonde wearing jeans and a rather expensive Danier leather jacket also got out. She gently massaged her ears looking pleased to finally have the loud angry music cease.
Both women held the doors open as another figure's a Budweiser hoodie with it pulled up stepped out and a rather short but well dressed man struggled to get out of the back seat.
Donna, Helen, David and Spider headed up to the stairs of Whitehern. At last they were back home, but they weren't out of the clearing yet.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:22 - 11:55 PM. - Whitehern Parking Lot- Lobo-
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Is the world going mad
Lobo watched as the group gathered. Desdemona would stay at Whitehaern. Calvin was now acting very strange. Lobo moved away from Calvin's odd behaviour. Are the New Yorkers diseased? Is the Sabbatt spreading something throughout the city? Lobo looked up at Will, "Boogie is this normal behaviour for Calvin?"
No answer as the two watched Calvin wander toward Whitehern and disappear inside. A large group formed up on the steps of the Mansion as everyone asked for information, or spearheaded their glory. Venture and Brujah both seemed to want to use this tragedy to stroke their egos. The dead left forgotten in Dundas. A fucking hour had past. There was no longer any need to head to Dundas - the Sabbat found there were already back in hiding or now in possession of the tiny town. Any battle or war was now over and Hamilton had forfeited with a no show.
And now another meeting. The witch of Whitehern was summoning us inside. To many old fucks trying to figure things out. This city is dying and we're having a love-in.
"Fuck, I need a coffee." The taste of Lobo old favourite drink. Its dark richness swirling in his mouth. Its aroma tantalizing his nose. Damn it might even be able to warm his cold hands - a least for a minute. The memory helped centre the Lobo's mind. Lobo shrugged and made his way to the building as the group gathered to enter the small door, Lobo ducked quietly into the shadows of the side yard.
As Lobo was making his way to the back yard a car drove up. Curious, he waited. The clan elders returning. No not his. Lobo remembered Sarah's daring words to the Prince. Had she decided to leave? Was she dead?
With those thoughts the meeting became even more unimportant to him, Lobo would decide where he went and why. As Lobe continued to the back yard he was surprised to note that his mind provided him with more then just the two options. The cool of the yard, the scent of the earth would help the Gangrel decide what was best, for him and for his clan.
OCC Stealth 3 Dexterity 4
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 pm. - Whitehern Garage - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie shook his head and wandered off into the garage The suits have gotten their wish, their shouldn't have been a question of leadership of the war party with both the Brujah second and Gangrel second available, it looked like it was going to be a repeat of his arrival - meetings while the city burned. Walking through the garage, Boogie came across a pair of pliers, perfect for pulling fangs... "Maybe I shouldn't wait for the meetings to end, they've got to have a map or GPS in here somewhere"
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OOC: The results of Angel's use of the Presence power Awe are as follows.
"When you employ this power, everyone near you becomes intensely attracted to you. They will do nearly anything to be close to you, although their fascination is not so complete that they would endanger themselves. The effect lasts only as long as the subjects are in your presence but, the next time they see you, the feelings are likely to be reawakened.
By carefully using this power, you can have phenomenal powers of mass communication. Since Presence uses emotion to sway victims, it doesn't matter what is said, but you can more easily convince people of a certain course of action or the nobility of a purpose by using this Discipline."
Those affected by the use of this power:
Papillion
Jareth
Calvin
Vincent
Tamara
Cera
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OOC: Woot! I have temporary minions!
Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel looked at the man he thought was his friend. Is that what you think of me? Oh ye of little faith. I was the best chance they had of coming back alive....
"Lei è più sbagliato di lei sa, Ignacio D’Ambrosio, "he hissed in rapid Italian, turning to the Brujah. "Marca le mie parole, se sono forzato per stare dietro o tenuto dal piombo, partiremo più di Jeromy giusti e Xiaoqing di trovare la loro Morte Finale in Dundas. Lei insanguina lo sciocco. Farla pensa realmente che male di me? Fia ha scavato la sua propria tomba con la pala del Principe, quando ha nominato nessuni dirigenti e ha rifiutato di seguire. Proteggevo il mio gruppo quando ha rotto la Tradizione, sui talloni di disubbidire i comandi del Principe. Non dirmi l'ho fallito. Le sue parole l'hanno fallita. Lei vuole portarla in Dundas, debole e ha insanguinato come è? E lei mi accusa di è Anti-tribu. Lei te stesso è ascoltato ultimamente? Non so che lei pensa che lei fa ma esso sicuro come l'Inferno non sostiene il Camarilla."
Not caring if the Brujah took another swing, Angel brushed past him and into the Prince's haven, not even acknowledging the arrival of the clan elders.
For those characters that speak Italian....
"You are more wrong than you know, Ignacio D’Ambrosio. Mark my words, if I am forced to stay behind or kept from the lead, we will be leaving more than just Jeromy and Xiaoqing to find their Final Death in Dundas. You bloody fool. Do you really think that poorly of me? Fia dug her own grave with the Prince's shovel, when he named no leaders and she refused to follow. I was protecting my group when she broke the Tradition, on the heels of disobeying the Prince's commands. Don't tell me I failed her. Your words have failed her. Do you want to take her into Dundas, weak and bloodied as she is? And you accuse me of being Anti-tribu. Have you listened to yourself lately? I don't know what you think you're doing but it sure as Hell isn't supporting the Camarilla."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia didn't know how to take Waylon's comment. Was it a compliment about her old eyes or a dig about her new ones? The night's happenings took a toll on her body and mind.
"I saw darkness. His eyes weren't very clear," she replied, "I'm going to miss her. She was always there when I needed her."
There was nothing for Fia to hold back. All her tears were gone. She was numb now.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
""Pity. The eyes can be the critical break point in a picture. They either make it or break it." Waylon made a few more bold strokes with his charcoal. Alice Cooper was long gone, replace by an image of true menace, some one Waylon wouldn't have wanted to meet in a dark alley. "Now was that dark eyes you saw, as in black or did you mean it was too dark to see his eyes? You also said he had a sword? Do you remember which hand? This may sound like an odd question but what type of sword? Katana? Sabre? Broadsword?"
For some reason he flipped to a new page and picked up one of the pastels. While he waited for Fia to respond, he amused himself with a third project for the night.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Her eyes fell to her person. She was just noticing that she was still covered in blood.
"The eyes themselves were dark," she replied, looking at her hands, "As for the sword, it was in a scabbard, but it looked Asian, so katana, most likely. It was on his right hip. He was probably left handed..."
She rubbed at a spot of blood on her arm. It wasn't coming off.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Dark eyes, dark hair. Was he dark skinned by any chance? Native or Mediterranean? Did he have an accent?" Waylon brushed a speck of charcoal off the page. "Truthfully, you haven't given me a lot to work with. Can you give me something that is a stand-out feature, Fia? Anything will do as long as it is something that was so obvious that you didn't mention it earlier, like a goatee or glow in the dark war paint?" He looked down at the page again. "Don't even bother. That isn't going to come clean any time soon."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 PM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
At least he's no longer speaking English, now if we can just get him to stop shouting out our secrets. Maybe its a bit of Tourette's syndrome. Iggy rocked himself up from the wall he was leaning against and sauntered up to Whitehearn's doors.
As he passed the emerging clan elders he bowed his head in greeting. His clan elder he greeted by name, "Donna."
Seeing her lack of an arm he continued, "Not sure about the new look though."
Looking at Spider he added to Donna, "its truly Nos-fur-of-you."
Iggy continued pass the elders as they continued to assemble and entered Whitehern.
He nodded at Chantel as he made his way into the basement, "Wonderful night isn't Chantal?"
Since the meeting was to be short there was little need to sit. Iggy found a spot against the wall. With his right heel flat against the wall, a Greycliff smoldering in his mouth, Iggy looked very much the thug. As he drew a drag from the cigar his apparent distaste for the meeting showed.
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Hearst attempted to pointedly greet each of the clan elders as the entered in the appropriate manner. Then once that was done entered into whitehern making his way to the meeting location.
Once in the meeting location takes his place at the table to await the word to goto dundas and whom was going to be the leader for which group
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"His skin was light. I don't think he had an accent. All I heard was him howling about how he killed my friends," Fia rubbed her temples, "He creeped the fuck out of me. That stands out pretty clear in my mind." Fia sighed, digging at the blood spot.
"I have to go wash my hands now. I'll be back," she mumbled as she stood and went towards the door.
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Wednesday April 23nd, 12am- Whitehern - Mark
With the group gathered inside it was Mark that stopped everyone from going back down stairs the Venture Elder looked at the entire group an unreadble look on his face as he scanned the crowd and noted that not all the kindred were present, he didn't waste time. "Which of you have decided to go to Dundas? Stand on the left side the lobby. For those of you that are staying behind I want you on the right. No arguing,just do it."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon just nodded. He had done his best with what she had given him but he doubted it would be enough. Fia just hadn't seen enough and no one would blame her for producing such a generic picture. Dee, on the other hand, would have been able to serve as a star witness. Antigen, you will not be pleased by one of these pictures.....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:00 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel nodded to Mark and moved to stand on the left side of the lobby. He wasn't going to offer his opinion as to who should go and who should stay. In the end, it didn't matter. If he wasn't in charge of the assault, he was convinced that more than half the group would not return. No Brujah or Gangrel had the icy cold Ventrue blood, coupled with the burning Italian passion that would be required to do battle with the Sabbat.
I just hope Antigen sees the truth and does what needs to be done....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:00 am - Whitehern - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Hearst moved eagerly to the left side of the lobby. In his mind relishing the thought of a challenging fight with some sabbatt scum sucking fool who thought he could win. Not really caring who was in charge of which one any longer for to hwearst it seemed like there would be action in both spots. The challenge was going to be going to one spot and dealing with it fast enough to get back and have some of the fun in the second spot. Thinking to himself hmm this really could be a challenge all right finally a challenge in this city..
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:00 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Despite the pain in his leg Vic strode confidently to the right side of the room, the politics - typical between Brujah and Ventrue - was unimportant, Vic knew where he had to be.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Antigen
"It is non negotiable. You have been told what our terms are. Failure to comply means we will see every last one of you die." Antigen replied into a walkie talkie as he headed from upstairs into the main foyer.
A harsh baying sound came over the radio. Mocking laughter. "Pity. I don't see that as an issue. You see you guys are all fucking pussies. The way I see it we took out 4 of your guys and didn't break a sweat. We will just pick you off one by one and I think us having Dundas and Stoneycreek as being Sabbat Turf was generous. It still gives you Hamilton."
"You mock and insult us. You're either daft or insane." Antigen replied. "It would be far more entertaining to have these talks in person but you and your kind are far too cowardly to do that."
"I have to tell you whether you like it or not your city will belong to us by the end of the week. You think you have it bad now just wait until later. We're just warming up. The nosferatu we found let me tell you he cried and begged for his life like a little bitch. Maybe we can send you a memento to remember him by. I think we still have his head somewhere." Came the amused and gruff voice off the end of the walkie talkie. "You might change your mind over letting us have what we want. We have one of yours still. Shes still alive but that depends on you doing what we want. Right now my boys are playing pass the Chink and let me tell you they aint been with a lady in sometime. If you want her back you will keep your people out of Dundas and Stoneycreek for the next two nights."
"Let me think about your request." Antigen replied as he walked into the lobby.
"You don't got all night baby."
Antigen looked to the assembled group "Which of you are going to Dundas. Be aware that the Sabbat are looking to pick a fight. It seems that they picked up Omegas walkie talkie and have been very talkative tonight. I've had no confirmation on them having an actual hostage since they wont put Xioaquing on the radio which leads me to believe that she is dead. They seem very confident about being able to take on whoever goes into Dundas and I can only ask that you exercise extreme care when you go there. They've had a taste of blood and they are eager for more."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Hearst
bp13/13 wp5/5 hp 7/7
With an eagerness that is impossible to hide any longer Hearts replies, " Then my prince let us go and feed them some of their own we shall drain their blood and take their heads so that they can cook in the dawning sun. let us move onto them and sow them the mistake they have made." Hearst pauses slightly to ring his hands and flex a bit of muscle then continues, " If any of ours are still alive we shall bring them home to hamilton. if they not be alive then we sahll make these sabbatt cowards suffer all that much more." growling now in a full battle ready voice, "I am going to dundas, my prince, who is coming with me let us make our enemies suffer and die as a cockroach under our heels. Let us remind them that they are maggotts to be stepped on. Let us show the might of Hamilton."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 pm.- 12:00 am. - Whitehern Garage - Boogie - Team Gamma
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie continued to look through the garage slightly impressed with the warlocks choice of rides; a Harley, '91 candy apple red dodge stealth, and a '39 Mercury Convertible in midnight blue; not the usual toys suits like to pose with. Boogie opened the glove compartment of the Merc and found what he has looking for, a map of the Hamilton area, spreading it on the hood it only took a couple of seconds to trace a route along King St. with a slight turn on Cootes Dr. to Sydenham St. the map even had points of interest listed on it, including three on the Bruce trail near Sydenham, Lower, Middle and the main Sydenham Falls each farther in from the Sydenham Bruce trail access point Landmarks even I can follow. Looking over at the Harley, No sense risking my ride slipping the map into his pocket Boogie proceeded to start the bike one minute twenty four seconds not my fastest but not bad
OCC Repair 2 specialized in motorcycle
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OCC: You do manage to successfully hotwire the bike much to my dismay. LOL
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Thursday April 232nd, 12:02pm - Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4
Jareth couldn't help but feel drawn to Angel as he spoke. His words seeming to pierced him to his very core. He knew knew his duty was to stay behind now far more than ever. When Iggy and Angel began to go at it Jareth forced himself not to grin at the mini soap opera unfolding. When Chantal had popped out Jareth sighed "we are so in shit Antigen told us to leave quickly" he mumbled to himself as they were ushered back inside.
Having rediscussed their plan upon hearing the other man speak Jareth promptly made his way to the right side of the room.
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Thursday April 23nd, 12:02pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4
Athial listened as everyone bickered her eyes bouncing to and fro. When Chantal emerged out she jumped a little and began to make her way inside with everyone else when it seemed to hit her. The entire time she was starring at faces there was one she didn't seem to see. She stopped on the doorstep watching the faces that entered and who was left behind her. She frowned slightly ''Oh Lobo why'd you just run off?!" before turning back inside. She heard the words spoken but seemed to be frozen in place in the center of the dividing groups. She looked to Des and then to the mask in her hand. She didn't want to leave her friend but the other side was calling her. Her feet hesitated to move but before she could finish thinking it threw completely her body already made the call for her. She stood unsure of her decision on the left.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 - April 23rd 12.01 PM. - Whitehern backyard- Lobo-
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo slunk through the back yard. A leap to the roof and the gazebo and out onto the roof of Antigen's garage.
An engine turning over alerted Lobo he wasn't alone. From his vantage point on the roof Lobo leaned over and looked in. There was Will with Antigen's Harley purring nicely.
"Boogie, If your still heading to Dundas, you could help by offering me a ride. I have a plan how we might get us in and out alive - or at least increase our odds."
Lobo flipped off the garage roof and stood facing the Brujah, waiting for an answer.
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:01 am. - Whitehern Garage - Boogie
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
A smile slowly broke across Boogie's face "Hey bro, I knew you couldn't just leave, I'd love to have company riding into hell, I've got a map but I figure you know the area pretty good and how best to use it to our advantage. So hop on, lets get out of here, let me know where to stop."
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Wednesday April 23rd 12.02 - 12:25PM. - Whitehern backyard- Lobo-
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
Lobo hopped onto the rear of the bike. Shortly the two were on the road headed for Dundas. Ten minutes later the two were heading up a back street of Westdale. Lobo guided Will to the Westdale access to the Bruce Trail.
The trail here was wide enough for the Harley to negotiate, except for the occasionally protruding root. Soon the two Kindred were nearing the Dundas portion of the Bruce. Going a bit further on bike, Lobo singled a halt. As the bike stopped Lobo estimated they were about ten minutes on foot to the end of the trail.
"Okay Boogie, best to continue on foot. Even tuned as well as Antigen keeps his bike, it just isn't quiet enough for a rear entrance."
Lobo got off the bike adjusted his eyes for the growing darkness.
OCC -1 BP for 'red eyes' BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) H 7(7)
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 pm - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon looked at Dee. "You don't look like you're nodding off," he said. "feel like taking another bash or has your brain turned to mush?" He turned his chair around and showed her the latest sketch of her vampire. "Is the nose still wrong?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 12am - Whitehern - Dee
Dee remained silent as she studied the picture. It was hard to try and recall now. The more she looked at the picture the less sure she was. "I don't think quite like that. He sorta looked more like he coulda been a model its hard to describe. But I do remember he was clean shaven and he had nice hair to match his eyes. Not the color just that pretty much everything about him gave you pause to look at if you like them sorta pretty boyish.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:01 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon reached out to stroke Dee's hair. "Just relax. It isn't a photograph so It won't be absolutely perfect, even if the subject is close to being Mr Perfect. Did he have that gleam in his eye that said 'Yeah, I know you want me. Stand in line'?" He chuckled. It was a warm sound. "I really hate guys like that. Not only do they think they're all that and a bag of chips, they actually are all that and a bag of chips. I think it is one of life's delicious little ironies that he will never be able to see his own face unless somebody draws or paints him."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Dee
Dee closed her eyes as she felt the blush but let him stroke her hair in an attempt to comfort. Truth be told she was exhausted but she didn't want to miss out on any of the action. She opened her stony grey eyes and looked up at him. "He didn't act like that really. Just he was confident. You could tell cause of his body language it was his posture and what not. Maybe thin out the nose a bit more. If I had some fashion magazine or access to the internet I'd likely beable to pick out the features a bit more. But since I've been asked to stay in this room thats going to be hard to do. I'm sorry."
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:05 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
*A night for the madmen….* Tamara thought as she clenched her fists, staying right in the middle of the room where they all were. This was the perfect scenery for chaos and for the Sabbat to win whatever they wanted: A broken group, no direction, leadership nor sense of purpose; egos and petty squabbles, speeches and no plans. Where did each of them wanted to go? AGAIN! What was this, playtime in a schola? For a few minutes she had been relieved, even enthusiastic when Angel had seemed to take control. It was seldom –quite rare indeed– that she could feel at ease with someone taking charge without her knowing every detail, and she had felt that. So far her instinct had never failed her. He could’ve done great things, but now? This Mark guy?
The gypsy had followed most of the group at Chantal’s instructions, noticing though how not everyone had come inside. Why was Lobo not here? Did he know what had happened to Sarah? Too many questions, not enough answers.
“Sarah Langtree. Is she alive and free?” she asked the Ventrue elder instead of moving to either side. He had said no arguing… Tamara was not one to cause uproar for free but not a puppet either. She had vowed her knives to the Gangrel elder, not to the others and knowing if they had a leader was a key point as to what would the small gypsy be doing the rest of the night. Especially now that the second in their clan was missing too.
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Thursday April 232nd, 12:05- 12:08pm - Whitehern - Anitgen
Antigen watched as the room parted to either the left or right side. "Sarah is on her way here when we last spoke. It is likely she will be here any moment Tamara." Antigen answered the new Gangrel. "Before you go it would be in everyone's best interests to listen to what I've discovered. Some of you have brought prisoners. Though tests I have learned several things about our Sabbat infiltrators." The Prince replied. I have learned that one of the war party is a Lasombra but I cannot determine his generation. Within his party there is also a Gangrel that is 8th generation, We are also dealing with a 11th generation Setite and there is Also a 11th generation Samedi amongst their ranks. There could be more but from the kindred prisoners that were brought fourth that is what I have learned. Be warned however they have already diablorized likely two of our fallen brethren so they might be stronger now. For those of you that are staying here in Hamilton I think it wise to fortify the downtown core. They have insisted that we do not stray into Dundas or Stoney creek for the night. It may well be that they are not in Stoney Creek but hoping that we deploy most of our units to those two specified places to keep our man power away from their true intended target. They can do the most amount of harm and damage in the down town core since that is where there are the most amount of Kine."
Antigen's eyes swept the crowd it was at that time that Sarah the head of the Gangrels entered the foyer bloodied and looking sullen. "Scott, Cera, Kaspar, and Emily we pulled out our Clan leaders in Burlington but to keep the good faith I want you to go to Burlington to assist them. Fight as a group but don't do anything to endanger yourselves. We have our own fight here that needs to be fought and I want you to all come back in one piece. You can all leave immediately."
Scott tried to not looked pissed off at being cut out of the action. He had really wanted to go into Dundas to kick some Sabbat ass.
"Donna I want you here to oversee things downtown security wise. Sarah thank you for arriving in time this evening you will assist Donna with the downtown Security along with the those that have chosen to defend our home town. David I want you to take the others into Dundas and find the Sabbat group that was last spotted on the Bruce Trail. Spider I need you to stay behind to collect info and help relay information and Hellen I have an important task for you. I have a Sabbat war soldier that is a Brujah down in my basement that could use your persuasive charms to get him to speak up some can I count on you to get what I need out of him?"
The head of the clan Toreador smiled widely and offered the prince a formal curtsy. "It would be an honor and a Privilege my Prince. I shall work extra hard to make sure you have results tonight just lead the way to where this Brujah scum is and I will get to work."
"He is down stairs Chantal will take you to him." Antigen replied and he watched as Chantal motioned for Hellen to follow her and the two exited the room. "Are there any more questions?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:01 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon chuckled. "Oh ye of little faith," he said. "If there isn't wireless internet in this place, I'd be astonished. And if all else fails, I'm sure we could raid Chantal's stash of Playgirl. We will find a way, Dee. We will find a way." He picked up the intercom phone and dialed zero. One of the household staff would answer and hopefully before too long Dee would have a laptop to play on. "You're getting flushed," he siad while he waited. "Feeling alright?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Sweet Mary, Mother of God, he's sending us into Dundas with a Malkavian at the head. We're all going to die....
Angel shuddered slightly. Not only were they following a Kook, it was a midget Kook, a veritable Napoleon. He wouldn't have been surprised to learn that the little man actually thought he was the Corsican Emperor, either reincarnated or somehow still alive. He'd seen the man's temper at one of the previous meetings. He wasn't sure if a temperamental Malkavian was a step up or down from an insane Brujah or a Gangrel suffering from Toreadoresque pique. The clans were beginning to mix and mingle in ways that hurt his head.
Still the little bugger came back from Burlington in one piece, when Donna came back with a missing arm. Maybe he will be able to bring us back.
"I have no questions," he said. "David, I'm driving a 4 x 4 tonight, so I've got space for four and capacity to go off road. The bed has a cover, in case we need to bring anything back, if you know what I mean."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
"my only question is why are we still here those of us that are headed to dundas to kick some sabbat ass let's go. david you are leading us , lead on shall we begin our educating the sabbatt about where they shold not be and who they should not threaten. Let's walk into hell';s door and light the fire's and watch them burn," Hearst replied with an eagerness now bordering on frustration at the time this is all taking, " there is a challenge that waits us in dundas and a further challenge of dispatching the scum there and getting back here to have some fun here as well. Angel if you have the space and are open to having me with you i shall ride into the depths of hell along side you." hearst checkes both shtoguns and both tangs and the cane making sure all weapons are battle ready and has enough ammo for the shotguns.
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Thursday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory stood on the left side nervously, Cash sitting quietly at her feet. She'd dragged her Malkavian friend into the room when Chantal had first called them inside, but was suprised and disappointed to find Calvin standing on the far right. It made the Gangrel question her own decision, especially as Antigen emphasized the probability of a wild goose chase. At this point her only concerns were preventing more from getting hurt and saving her stolen clan-mate. It was hard to decide which cause was more important. Or worse, which one would be successful.
Nervously she raised her hand. "Actually..." she mumbled at first, but then cleared her throat and spoke up, "What should we do if... one of us frenzies in the middle of our attack? Is there any sort of precaution we should be taking?"
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - 12:01pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
As Fia left the room, she could hear the hubbub coming from downstairs. She ignored it, and found the bathroom. Turning on the tap, she looked at herself in the mirror. She could see why Waylon looked at her the way he did. Her eyes even freaked her out. Her face was streaked with blood.
My blood and Babadora's...
She scrubbed at her face with the little tacky hotel soaps left in the tray, until it was raw. Her hands were sore by the time she finished. As she made her way back to the room, she paused. There were still voices arguing from downstairs. Fia shook her head, not wanting to get involved in more crap. She went back into the room.
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Wednesday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Calvin
When Angel had started talking it had been like all the worst times with Daniel, the moment his mouth opened the dark haired Malkavian found himself nodding and thinking 'Oh, well that makes sense.' Daniel hadn't even been a thought in his head while Angel talked though the brunette had stood next to him invisible and silent. The only brief second when he questioned Angel was when he said Rory should go, he should stay. It was amazing how quickly he'd grown attached to the Gangrel and her canine companion. But in the end Angel's presence won out and he didn't even open his mouth to lodge complaint. When the hall was beginning to split however he felt it worse, seeing the ginger girl on the other side of the room, maybe this was better, kept her away from Daniel anyway...Daniel. He had to tell whoever was in charge of the left behinds about him, as much as he loathed doing so, it was for the benefit of everyone.
Wednesday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Papillion
The ballerina stood to the right of the lobby as Angel had instructed her to be a stay behind and as such she would. She watched as the people split and chattered and was silently disappointed she wouldn't get to go out to Dundas. She looked over the heads of those in the lobby, trying to spot Fia, hoping she'd emerged, every since she'd heard the news she'd been putting little crescent shaped indents in her palms from clenching and un-clenching her fists with worry.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) H 7 (7)
Iggy was pleased to see that Antigen could still make sound decisions. Looking at Angel from his central position having picked neither a left or right wall, the Brujah exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke in the Venture's direction, "Non l'è buono vedere la saggezza vittoriosa sopra stesso la giustizia ancora una volta, la mia Angel di amico." translation : "Is it not good to see wisdom victorious over self righteousness once again, my friend Angel."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel's head swung around to look at the Brujah who seemed content to remain in the middle of the room. "Parla lí la molto voce di stesso-giustizia. Vedo che lei non ha potuto scegliere. Merde o scende dalla pentola, Iggy. Stare dietro e piangere il caduto o venire avanti e vedere per te stesso."
'There speaks the very voice of self-righteousness. I see you haven't been able to choose. Shit or get off the pot, Iggy. Stay behind and mourn the fallen or come along and see for yourself.'
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OOC: Don't forget to change your time/date stamp. After midnight, it becomes Thursday the 23rd....
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:08 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
“Sarah…” Tamara greeted her with a slight bow of her head, taking in her bloodied appearance without much concern. After all, she had seen more blood than she cared for along the years, and as long as you were wearing it –as opposed to giving it- things were not as bad. What draw the gypsy to the elder were her eyes. “It is good to see you among us. If I may have a word with you…” The gypsy had left the center of the room to go to the Gangrel Elder, not choosing either side but her own.
Her words were slow at the beginning, even if she didn’t quite wait for Sarah to acknowledge her. “I feel your grief for the fallen one…” she began, placing one hand over her heart the other on her knife in a traditional way and giving a moment of silence before continuing.
“I have pledged my knives to you. My vurma… my path” she rectified recalling that Sarah did not use the Rom, “is with yours, and I will dance with Martyia if it comes to it, but… this whole thing feels… I have to know.”
“What is it that we’re bargaining our lives for? A piece of land? Even more, two small spots on opposite ends of Hamilton? This seems too much, even for the Sabbat just for another hunting territory, so I want to know the truth before putting my life in the line for those who might have not been fully honest,” she said. Her voice was low, only for her to hear, and controlled, though her pose and eyes spoke volumes of how important the question was. She would go or stay as the Elder asked her to, but… what for?
There was another question in her mind and heart after Antigen had spoken; one much more troubling, but that one she could not tell her…. Not yet anyways.
OOC: Martyia (the angel of death).
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy listened as the Venture spouted his accusations. Iggy continued to hold up his section of the wall, enjoying his cigar.
Iggy reached into his jacket to pull out his cell phone. All the chest humping, his included, had lost its interest, the lull offered an opportunity to catch up with a few people overseas.
Iggy hand found no phone, just a SIM card. Iggy cursed his own temper on that one. Shit it was a brand new phone too. Oh well, where did Antigen's girl Friday vanish too. Iggy started to leave the room in search of Chantal or a working phone - as to Antigen's meeting - well he'd get the Rider's Digest synopsis from some-one whether he wanted it or not.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern - David
"You must be one of the New York Brujah," the Malkavian elder said. "I have one piece of advice for you. Shut up and calm down. I for one don't want to see Hell burn, because right now, another name for Hell is Dundas. We're going to do this quietly. Who can fight and if you can't fight, what can you do? Do? Do? Do? Damn!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern -
"Well fight i can and will, I am Hearst I am Ventrue, not Brujah, but if in calling me Brujah you are comparing me to the likes of Scott i will take it as a compliment," hearst replied with a smile,"As i sid i can fight, shal we go so i can show you how well against the sabbat or shall we waste more time here chatting. Seeing hell burn was a figure of speach i shall be quiet as soon as i have the final death of the sabbatt dripping from my fingers." hearst begins to walk towards the door ," Which vehicle is yours Angel?"
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"I'm driving the black pick-up with the broken driver's window and the dent in the tailgate," Angel said. "David is right. You need to calm down. If you go into this all berserker, you not only won't come back you'll likely take a few of us with you."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:01pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"They're fighting downstairs," she started, "If we can't get along with each other, what makes us think we can..." Fia's eyes flashed to Dee. She looked to the floor.
I better watch what I say. Who knows what she's been told about 'us'.
"Are we done here? Is there anything else you need from me?" she asked Waylon.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:09 - 12:18 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
After a bit of wandering Iggy was unable to locate Chantal. But a short way in was an alcove with a phone. Pressing buttons Iggy eventually managed to get an outside line and dialed Luke in Edinburough. The call was answered on the third ring.
“Hey Luke.”
“Fucking hell of a few nights here. Hamilton is at war with the Sabbatt.”
“Well the Brujah here are trying to kick some ass but the Venture and our ball-less Tremere leader Antigen have the clans split and running around looking into old buildings.”
“War Party – a couple have formed. One was yesterday – when our Prince sent all the clan elders to a sister city. The other is trying to form itself right now. It was started by a Gangrel. I think he and one missing Brujah from New York have already left – at least they aren’t at the current meeting. “
“No, that is how war is waged in Hamilton – lip flapping.”
“Well, I best be seeing if we're on the move yet.”
“Nae – you’ll have to use my landline. My cell phones are taking a beating with my temper. Cheap plastic.”
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic watched everyone talking around the room noting peoples connections and points of friction, in particular; Iggy and Angel, Calvin and Rory, and Athial with Lobo's mask, when he saw Iggy walk off. After waiting a moment Vic followed, once out of sight he faded from view, and listened to Iggy's conversation...
OCC 1 BP spent on unseen
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern -
"you both seem to mistake an eagerness to make someone pay for a wrongdoing for a lack of control and anger. I am angry yes at what these sabbatt freeloaders have done in dundas and furious at what they have done to our comrades, but a good fighter and that i am looks at fighting proper mindset. I am a good fighter a good fighter also knows the importance of control in the fighting arena. When we stop babbling here and make our way to the front lines you will see what i am talking about," hearst says as he makes his way to take the front passenger seat of Angels trucks.
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I would have said patience but you don't seem to have much of that left," Waylon replied. "If you want to tell the Prince that you're done, I'll show him what I've got. If you think you can improve on it, then sit down and tell me what you recall. If you can't remember anything else, then we are done." The artist shrugged. "If you think you might be able to do better tomorrow, then we can try again tomorrow night, assuming the Prince doesn't have us doing something else." He flipped the pages of the sketch book back. "Is that him?"
The face was a study of brooding menace, with dark eyes and a brown furrowed in anger or hate. He hadn't had much to work with so the Toreador had had to fill in most of the blanks not from Fia's description but from the feeling he got from her.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:09 am - Whitehern - Antigen
Antigen looked at the group "Since there are no questions lets not waste time. Everyone going to Dundas head out those staying behind Donna and the rest please keep vigilant watch on the down town core to make sure nothing is amiss."
With that he turned just in time for the people down stairs to hear a high pitched tortured scream.
Well at least Hellen was getting to work. He thought to himself.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:06 am - Streets of Hamilton - Morgana Sabbat
"Really well that is indeed useful information. No we are actually pretty much in that area. You should throw that Gangrel a little bone sweetheart." Morgana replied with a chuckle.
She turned into a gas station and filled the Van and filled up the two gas cans in the back who knew when the next time she would be stopping at a gas station.
"Oh no that wont be a problem the others are here with me and I think we can manage quite well." She grinned slightly as she paid the attendant and headed back to car getting in. "Definitely. Don't worry here yes I know where Vopac is. I'll take care of that after this first thing is done then. It will be an homage to Jerry Lee Lewis I assure you. Thanks Drake you really are a doll."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic made note of Iggy's conversation and when it was finished watched him return to the foyer where everyone else was waiting. Vic looked around and saw a set of stairs leading down with faint screams drifting up, turning away Vic also returned to the Foyer any further explorations would have to wait until later.
OCC Vic is now visible having dropped Unseen
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Streets of Hamilton - Sam Sabbat
Behind him the house on Tisdale was already starting to fill with flames and smoke. The black smoke began to pour out into the dark night.
Outside was the first rumble of thunder as the moon had been lost behind dark clouds. Sam felt the first drop of ran hit his hand as he slipped into the car.
He started the car up. "My task has been preformed as you wished Raphael. What do you want next?"
Sam started the vehicle and his two accomplices jumped in. "We could do that if you see that as fit. I still think this might be a little over the top. Almost a scorched earth policy even."
Sam started to drive as he listened intently. "Its not a complaint its an observation. I do understand it serves a purpose but we are a small team and it would be a shame to level the entire city if we continued down this path. Hamilton has resources that can and should be used."
Sam frowned at the response but nodded unseen to his leader. "No I do understand. We will station ourselves accordingly. Has Drake done his part? And when is Morgana going to be done her errands?"
"I see so It would be best not to be in that area then. Of course. Yes.... I will... Definitely I will be in touch." Sam sighed and closed his cellphone. He didn't agree with the plan in its entirety. He had done the calculations and though he was not a lover of the kine and though they were many it just seemed that there would be far more casualty's that he was expecting.
"So what the hell is going on?" Asked one of the inmates from the back.
"Raphael plans to light the night afire..." Sam replied quietly. "Many will die tonight both Kindred and Kine. I suppose god will have his hands full sorting for the next while..."
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:25 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie stepped off the bike and pulled the box of shells marked with the red dragon out of his pocket and loaded 8 shells into his shotgun and another 6 into the ammo clip on the side of the weapon. "Hey Lobo watch you don't jump into my line of fire, this ammo's a real fire starter - Dragon's breath they're called the shotgun will be useless by the end of the night but worth the cost I'd say - you lead I'll follow" Boogie stretched his muscles and stepped away from the bike
OCC 1 BP spent on Celerity 1 BP spent on Potence 1 BP spent on Awe
HP=7/7, BP=7/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 AM - Whitehern - Athial
Athial clutched on the mask and looked to David as he spoke."I can't fight but give me an object that belongs to them and I can read something off of it." She spoke clearly though slightly quitter than usual.
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:25 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie stepped off the bike and pulled the box of shells marked with the red dragon out of his pocket and loaded 8 shells into his shotgun and another 6 into the ammo clip on the side of the weapon. "Hey Lobo watch you don't jump into my line of fire, this ammo's a real fire starter - Dragon's breath they're called the shotgun will be useless by the end of the night but worth the cost I'd say - you lead I'll follow" Boogie stretched his muscles and stepped away from the bike
OCC 1 BP spent on Celerity 1 BP spent on Potence 1 BP spent on Awe
HP=7/7, BP=7/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
LOBO IS NOW AWED BY BOOGIE....
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Thursday April 22nd, 12:18pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory gave a disappointed look as her question was ignored. 'I suppose I'll just act on instinct then...' she thought with a sigh.
The Gangrel looked down to her dog whom was still uncomfortable amongst the fifty or so undead. "You shouldn't come with me, Cash. Not yet," she spoke to her canine companion. He whimpered, but the girl ignored him and walked toward her Malkavian friend.
"Hey, Cal. Umm... Look... Since you're staying behind, do you think you could do me a favor?" she asked with an almost sad smile, "Could you watch Cash for me? I don't want to take him while he's... still..." Rory droned off, looking at her shoes.
"So, will you?"
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Wednesday April 23rd 12:26 PM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-
BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Will do Boogie. You keep to the path I be in the woods just to your left. I'll be doing my best to be quiet so any noise you make will attract to you. But not worry if they head for you they give a flank attack." As Lobo spoked his hands regrew their claws.
OCC - 1 BP spent 'claws of the wolf" BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Loading both shotguns hearst replies," i am ready"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:09 AM - Whitehern - David
David looked at Athail, his eyes drifting to the mask. "Were you close? You and Lobo? I'm sorry if that is the case. If you can read objects, I assume that means you can also read auras," he said. "Do we have any other aura readers? How about some sneaky types? I'd really like to have some of your Nosferatu with me, Spider. Can you convince one to come with me? Or are you and Vic, you and Vic, you and Vic, you and Vic the only one's left?"
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Wednesday April 23rd 12:35 PM. - Bruce Trail Dundas-
Over head the sky led out a ominous rumble. The gnarled and still lifeless trees began to sway in the cold evening breeze and the duo felt the first of the icy cold water droplets fall from the darkened sky.
They had no actual idea as to where the event had taken place and walked down the trail in hopes of finding something, anything to lead them to the whereabouts of the foul kindred that had slain their commardes.
In the distance the wailing sirens of emergency vehicles could be heard. As the traveled along the worn hiking path they could see the quaint town of Dundas its warm tiny lights glittering in the gloomy evening.
Black smoke curled up in the distance somewhere near Highland Highschool, somewhere very close to Where the gangrel leader resided if Lobo reckoned correctly....
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:08 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
“Sarah…” Tamara greeted her with a slight bow of her head, taking in her bloodied appearance without much concern. After all, she had seen more blood than she cared for along the years, and as long as you were wearing it –as opposed to giving it- things were not as bad. What draw the gypsy to the elder were her eyes. “It is good to see you among us. If I may have a word with you…” The gypsy had left the center of the room to go to the Gangrel Elder, not choosing either side but her own.
Her words were slow at the beginning, even if she didn’t quite wait for Sarah to acknowledge her. “I feel your grief for the fallen one…” she began, placing one hand over her heart the other on her knife in a traditional way and giving a moment of silence before continuing.
“I have pledged my knives to you. My vurma… my path” she rectified recalling that Sarah did not use the Rom, “is with yours, and I will dance with Martyia if it comes to it, but… this whole thing feels… I have to know.”
“What is it that we’re bargaining our lives for? A piece of land? Even more, two small spots on opposite ends of Hamilton? This seems too much, even for the Sabbat just for another hunting territory, so I want to know the truth before putting my life in the line for those who might have not been fully honest,” she said. Her voice was low, only for her to hear, and controlled, though her pose and eyes spoke volumes of how important the question was. She would go or stay as the Elder asked her to, but… what for?
There was another question in her mind and heart after Antigen had spoken; one much more troubling, but that one she could not tell her…. Not yet anyways.
OOC: Martyia (the angel of death).
Sarah looked to the Gypsy woman. "These things I cannot speak of here. If you are willing to stay with me tonight we can speak of much. I can assure you its not two pieces of small and that are being fought over. If we give them that they will have all of Hamilton and we will likely be all killed. I have no stomach for wanton killing and the torture of kine. Its why I chose to live here. But I also do not enjoy fighting. Hamilton however seems to be a gem that the Sabbat wish to take. Burlington as well. Like an infected wound they spread their taint and try to expand their borders. Their idea is world domination. Its not a pleasant thought. And I am honored that you would pledge your blade the next week will be bloody to be sure. I grow tired of this fighting I just wish it would end." The woman replied quietly in a weary voice.
With the princes command to move out Sarah did just that and turned to walk out of Whitehern.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:09 - 12:11AM - Whitehern inside an out
"There is only Vic and I at the moment." Spider whispered looking regretful. "The Prince has asked that I stay here and Vic will not leave the city. I don't blame him either. If you want a reader take a One of the Kooks or one of the Artists."
"One of the Whats?" David asked his voice going soft.
"One of your own." Spider corrected hiding the annoyance in his voice. The little man had a temper about several things in life. Being told his clan was crazy and his height were 'problems' as were his verbal tics.
Donna sighed "For fucks sakes people. Enough arguing. Spider David you got on fair enough in Burlington. You come home where you ain't getting a chance to kill some Puto's and you are at each others throats. Enough lets go people. Milling about it is bullshit. Two aura readers step forward now. I don't give a shit what clan you are in. But someone has to go to Dundas to help out. The rest of you that are going to stay back you heard the prince. We spread out and keep an eye on the down town core to make sure there will be no attack on any of the bars and establishments or Whithern."
David explained that he was looking for sneaks.
Donna shrugged "You work with what you have Chico. We are wasting time." From down stairs the screaming continued as Donna explained now was the time for action for both teams and for them to get moving. She made her way to the front door and into the night where she found the Gangrel leader. "Hey you gonna live?" Donna asked.
Sarah shrugged. "If I survive all this I am going to contemplate several things in my life Donna.
Donna laughed it was a rich throaty laugh. With her one good arm she pulled out her pack of smokes and slid one between her lips and put her pack back. It was bent and squished flat but the Brujah didn't care she lit it anyhow. "I know you are frustrated but they are shitting in our backyard. We clear out the trash and life can go on as if it were normal."
Sarah let out a grunt and nodded.
Donna watched as the other kindred began to leave Whiteherrn to head for Dudas. Above them was a loud rumble of thunder that seemed to reflect the ominous mood that both the women were feeling. Rain began to fall down upon them as a bolt of lightning cut through the sky.
The leader of the Brujah sighed turning her face heavenwards as the cold rain fell upon her face and got her cigarette wet. Looking pissed off she took a few drags and flicked the cigarette into the flowerbed. She looked to the people that were going to stay and defend the city. "We need people to watch over the core, main areas of concern I think would be the Go Station, St. Joes Hospital, and mainly the clubs downtown as well as Whitehern. Maybe the Police station but they at least have weapons so I'm not as worrid about them as the normal mortals. Pick your places to watch and keep in contact. If you see anything out of the ordinary call in immediately. If there are other spots you want to check or think might be good targets where the Sabbat could cause alot of damage and further weaken the masquerade I'm all up for suggestions people."
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:12 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Tamara shook her head, obviously not totally satisfied with the Gangrel leader’s response, but accepting nevertheless that she was not going to get more answers at that time. Sarah seemed very tired but both physically and mentally… like a bit defeated, but Tam felt she would do what was needed when the time came, –and after all, she had said they could speak later-. The gypsy would wait for now and yes, stay by her side.
She followed silently as Sarah moved out and stayed a bit back as the two elders spoke. She watched as some of the kindred began to move out and remained under the thunder and rain. “Where are we going,” she finally asked the Gangrel. “And who else are we taking?”
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:12 am. Whitehern - Hearst
BP 13/13, HP 7/7, WP 5/5
Hearst upon finding Angel's truck look around to see who was coming and who was still wasting time talking. Thinking to him self about the lack of solidairty among these people in this town. Talking out loud but not specifically to anyone more to himself , " why does everyone insist on wasting time we have one of our own that may still be in the process of being tortured by our enemies and we sit here squabbling like babies when we should be banning together and attempting to rescue, or at least exact some justice of our own and protect this city we all call home"
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:12 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Sarah
"Normally I would take my Gangrels but Lobo being the irresponsible and headstrong pup that he is has slunk off somewhere. Fia is unavailable as well. Xiaoquing is being held hostage or dead. I think our best chance for survival would to bet would be to take an aura reader and possibly a Nosferatu. As for where we will be watching and protecting. I vote for watching the Hospital." Sarah replied.
Donna who was standing near by nodded. "Fine you and your own take the hospital. Take the Nosferatu that is staying behind and the aura reader you can take with you can be the Tremere... Athial.
Sarah nodded and looked around for the two potential candidates for her group. Athail was easy enough to find and Vic was a bit more difficult to find. Sarah approached the Nosferatu. "I will need your ability to move about undetected. Come with us to protect St. Joe's Vic."
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Wednesday April 23rd 12:37 PM. - Bruce Trail Dundas-
The pair of Kindred continued down the path in the darkness with the now icy cold rain falling only Lobo's glowing red eyes penetrated the darkness.
It was by chance that his eyes swept over the side of the embankment and he noted the upturned leaves and pattern that looked as if people had either climbed up or slid down the embankment.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic looked around wishing he could refuse and remain at whitehern, to gather more information, but to do so would result in questions the Order would rather not be asked. "Yes Sarah"
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Thursday April 23rd 12:37 aM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-
BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Seeing the signs of passage, Lobo stopped. With a gesture and a nod he brought Will's attention to the newly made trail.
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:12 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Sarah & Donna
I thank you for your co operation. You have my appreciation in these matters." Sarah replied.
Donna looked around trying to find a group what would work for her. Sadly her Brujahs were on the short list. "Iggy who would you take with you if you had to take 2 people?" She asked as she spotted the young Brujah. "We have all these New Yorkers here but which would you think if any are worth taking with us?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:13 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy looked to Donna. "Myself, I would take a tracker who can fight, that would be Waylon. I would also like another fighter who can be unseen are Desdemona or Calvin available?"
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Co-Post by Lobo and Boogie
Thursday April 23rd 12:38 aM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-Boogie
BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2 LOBO
BP 10/13 Hpts 7/7 WP 5/5 SC 3/3 H 5/5 BOOGIE
Boogie approached the indicated area looking around a bit before he stopped and bent to retie his boots with a quick nod to the woods.
Lobo waited for the signal from Will that he was ready. Lobo quietly started his way a few feet up the slope. (Stealth 3 Dex 4) Hoping his skill worked as he was already committed, Lobo travelled to a point of vantage while staying in range of Will's sight below.
Boogie cursed as he rose from his crouch shaking the spider from his hand "fucking forests, there better be some blood by the end of this"
whistling in the dark Will?
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 AM - Whitehern - Des & Donna
"I didn't see Waylon at the meeting but if you want to call the Toreador do so. I can find this Desdemona. She shouldn't be too hard to find.
It took a moment or two of talking to Des to convince her. Apparently she had been so moved by the speech that she had wanted to go to Dundas. Donna had nixed the idea by using her vampiric ability rather than her fists for a change and has used her presence on the young Malkavian explaining that she would be of more use to them than the people in Dundas.
Des nodded. "You have me then. Sorry David I changed my mind I'm going this these guys." She replied cheerfully as she jabbed her finger in Donna and Iggy's direction.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:13 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy groaned with the thought of calling Waylon - this not having a phone was becaming a pain.
"Excuse me, Vic I know your not home, but could I use your phone? I won't be a bother but I am in a bit of a hurry."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:13 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic was caught a little off guard at the question, a look of suspicion quickly crossing his eyes before he decided that nothing untoward could be gleaned from the phone as he hadn't used it since being woken. " No problem" pulling the phone from his robe and handing it over "your going to have to be quick though I don't know how soon I'll be leaving"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Thanks Vic, this shouldn't take long."
Finding Waylon's number in the contact list was easy. Iggy hit call. Iggy listened to the rings as he waited to invite Waylon to join in the hunt of the city core.
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Thursday April 23rd 12:38 AM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-Boogie
Beneath the path it was dark. In fact too dark for Will to see much. The cold rain that was now falling did little to improve the situation and in the darkness the area was as silent as a grave.
A flash of lightning illuminated the darkness long enough for Will to make out something sitting on a stick that had been jammed into the ground. It looked round and circular making it look like some sort of oddly large shaped lollipop. The light had been only enough to make out the location but not to give enough detail to properly identify anything else.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 AM - The Sabbat
Outside on Beach road the 3 bedroom house that belonged to one of Hamiltons redident kindred was pouring out smoke.
Morgana limped to her parked vehicle on the side street. The dog had been the worst of it. It had savagely bitten her leg but two good strong kicks to the mutt has sent it tumbling down the basement stairs where she had left it to die.
She had one more house to hit before Vopac she reminded herself. Her two lackeys had been helpful and she was delighted to find out that one of them had been in prision for arson so the job had gone fairly smoothly.
Already the main floor of the house was bathed in flames. The smoke detectors had been disabled and with it being as late as it was it would take several minutes if not longer before the house was noticed as being a flame.
Morgana limped in the vehicle and closed the door taking a moment to focus on her bloody leg and healed the wound. "Next stop boys is a house just beside Vopac we can burn down yet another Haven and then the real fun can begin. God I do love it when we have a squaler that will tell us all the choice places to hit. It really does make our job that much easier."
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:38 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie's hand tightened around the baseball bat at the shadow, which he was assuming was Jeromy's head, anticipating the coming shit-kicking, looked towards Lobo's glowing eyes to see if he too had noticed the grizzly gravestone
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 am - Whitehern - Angel
Angel slid into the driver's seat of the pick-up truck. "You stay with me," he said to Hearst. "If you fight like you talk, then you'll go down swinging if it gets that far. As a Ventrue, I will support you as required by the Clan we both belong in. As a person, I'm going to tell you know that if you get me killed I'm going to do everything in my power to haunt your ass until the end of time. I'm not sure what kind of a war leader David is but I want to come back from this little venture. How about you?"
He didn't wait for an answer, assuming that Hearst also wanted to return. He looked in the mirror as more Kindred piled into the back of the pick-up. "Let's get this show in the road."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 am - Whitehern - David (with permission)
David looked at his assembled team. "I want a Toreador in Angel's truck and a Malkavian if there are any others going. Are there any others going? Donna! Next time you steal one of mine, let me know. We can't all stack the deck here and I'm the one that needs the aces."
"Says you," Donna replied. "You ain't missing an arm, Chico."
"Which means you have fewer places to hide the cards," David replied. "Any one who is coming with me, there is a black pick-up and a green Neon outside. Let's haul ass, people. We're long overdue for this little party. Party. Party. Party. Fuck!"
The little Malkavian clan leader spun on his heels and stormed out of the building, a black cloud over his head as he headed towards his car. Sweet thundering Jesus, what a hell of a night for chasing ghosts on the Bruce....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
Waylon looked at his cell phone. Why would Vic be calling me? "Can you give me a second, Dee?" he asked before answering the phone.
"Sure. I could use a break."
"Thanks. Hello Vic. To what do I owe the honour of this call?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Hey Waylon, its Iggy actually. My phone is out of service so I am borrowing Vic's. I was asked to form up a patrolling party for the city. I sure could use your skills both as a tracker and a fighter, if your available."
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Wednesday April 23rd, 12:38 am. - Bruce Trail - Sabbat- Doug & Jay
It had been like Drake had said it woudl be. They came like ants to a bowl of sugar water back to the scene of the crime. He had to only smile as the lightning flashed and he saw Boogie down near the pole with the ugly dudes head on it. He wondered if the guy had spotted the note that jutted out of the mouth yet.
Still Boogie wasn't his target. The red glow was. Taking measure he lifted the shot gun up and squeezed back on the trigger. The sound was explosive and shook the heavens. There was a momentary flash as the gun went off and Lobo suddenly felt the impact as he was thrown back.
Jay heard the gun go off and aimed down the bank at the large one that stood near the head post. All they had to do was get a couple shots off and then run like fuck. If he had been alive his heart would be racing. This was better than stealing cars or raping women. This was being a true predator and something that he would be enjoying for a very very Long time...
He pulled back on the trigger and shot at the biker. The Shot connected and he watched as Boogie took the shot to the chest as another clap of thunder followed by lightning lit up the sky. The force of the gun shot was powerful enough to half spin the large man around.
OCC: Boogie take -5 health
Lobo take -4
You guys are so shit lucky I rolled like shit...
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Thursday April 23rd 12:38 AM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-
BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(3) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Lobo recoiled from the shotgun blast.
"Fuck that hurt."
Lobo raced into the direction of the blast marking a target as best he could with his heightened vision, closing on his prey.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:14 am - Whitehern - Hearst
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
"I too wish to come back from this challenge. I will fight with you against all our foes and they shall all fall at our feet like the dirt they came from," Hearts replied with earnest, with a small chuckle he continues," Fight like I talk, now that is funny fighting is my forte not talking , talking just passes the time untill the next fight. Everything is a fight of one kind or another my friend and brother. With you r support we will slice through these sabbatt scum as if they were butter nd us a warm blade. Hmm i seem to have a couple of warm blades with me, how fortunate. Now as to what happens if you die my brother, if the unlikely event that happens it willprobably mean that i am already fallen, and if i am not fallen then i will avenge your demise with every drop of blood i carry in me untill there is none left before us and i have made them pay or i am also fallen. As for david i do not know him or most eher as much as i would like and i plan on coming back to get to know all of you better. Now i agree let's get this challenege underway and bring our prince back some sabbatt heads"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:38 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie recovered his footing far quicker than humanly possible, his bat continued its trajectory in the night air. His spin stopped with his shotgun aimed at the spot where the blast that struck him had come from he pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession,multiple eruptions of fire leapt from his gun racing towards its target with the eagerness of a raptor swooping upon its prey.
OCC 3 actions from celerity and potence to deal with recoil
HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Story tellers note: You can heal only one BP per turn and cant really do anything else since you have to focus to do it. You can drink up to 3bp a round.
Awe: is short duration and only effects those around you when you put it up. Thus my comment about LOBO being awed.
Pls ajust posts accordingly and I will reread and proceed from there Hurricanus and Pyro.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
"I'm in the middle of something for the Prince but I can take a break for a bit," Waylon answered. "I'm kind of out of the loop as far as what's been going on tonight. It might take me a few minutes to get things wrapped up here but I can join you later. What part of the city are we patrolling and can I get there in a Miata?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Hang on Waylon let me get that answer."
Putting his hand over the phones mic, "Donna, Waylon says he is semi-occupied with a task for Antigen. If Desdemona and I patrol Whitehearn - We could work around Antigen's and Waylon's business. If you'd rather us elsewhere I would suggest I take Calvin instead so we have an uninterrupted team. Its your call my lass."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 AM - Whitehern - Donna
"IF the shit hits the fan. Whitehern has Mark, Helen, Antigen, and Waylon and Fia there I think were covered. Lets grab Calvin instead. I call dibs on the Go Station its still close by if they need back up and were still close enough to the other core units of they decide they need help down town at any of the clubs Iggy. Tell the artist thanks anyhow and that he can go back to his business."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am. - Bruce Trail -
Boogies first two shots exploded near by the small dip that the Kindred sniper had been sitting in atop the hill. However the last one hit home hitting the kindred in the head. The man let out a howl of surprise in pain as he dropped his gun and began to roll down the hill in the attempt to put the fire out.
Lobo began to close the distance his claws out his eyes glowing like two angry bloody spot lights.
The kindred that had shot Lobo swore. Doug wasn't going to wait for the gy to come to him. With his gun in hand he bagan to run down the embankment with Lobo in hot pursuit in the darkness as the rain fell down harder and the wind picked up.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy nodded at Donna's answer. Returning the phone to his mouth, "Waylon, stay here and finish what you are doing. That way you can aid in the defence of Whitehearn if necessary. I'll take Calvin in your stead. Hope he can kick ass like you, eh. Ciao for now Waylon."
Iggy finished his call with the Artist.
"Gotcha Donna. Is Tailgate Charlie's too close to you at the Go Station? My second choice would be the Embassy but that leaves the dance club on king - what is it's name this month - you know it is across from the TD Bank. But the two are close enough that my group could cover both."
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Thursday April 23rd 12:39 AM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-
BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(3) H 5/5 SC 2/2
The prey's flight excited the beast within Lobo. Following the target's movements Lobo adjusted his trajectory for what seemed the optimum chance of a successful pursuit. With that he added an extra burst of speed . A few rounds of running would revealed the viability of the chase.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:38 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie is upon the rolling vampire in the blink of an eye smashing the butt of his shotgun against his skull in rapid succession until he no longer moved.
Dex 4 Melee 3 +potence +celerity
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 AM - Whitehern - Donna
"Make it so Iggy it works. The idea is to not spread out too thin if were going solo or in small groups. Grab the crew members and I'll drive you guys off to your designated area. " she replied with a nod towards her truck.
She didn't look back. She knew Iggy would round up the troops while she started the Jeep. "The rest of you that are staying behind figure out where you are hanging out and who is going with who. You're old enough and have sense enough to know where potential areas of attack might be."
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Story Tellers note: Due to the massive amount of fence sitters, inactive and just piles of posts. If I could have veryone pop into the Char plot discussion board to let me know where your characters are, either Going out to tangle with the Sabbat group thats waging gorrilla warefare on the Bruce trail or if you are staying in Hamilton to defend it from possible attack.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 AM - Whitehern - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy rounded -up Desdemona and Calvin. With the posse complete he made his way to Donna's Jeep for the quick ride to Embassy.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel shook his head. "Hearst, you sound like you're a character in a badly done movie. This isn't a noble fight. This is a fight for survival. There is no glory, there is no honour, there is just pain and death and winning or losing. There is no trophy for the winner. There is just a time of peace where you can enjoy the quiet pleasures of life. Fighting is the exception, my brother, not the rule. It almost sounds as if you don't truly understand what it means to be Ventrue. We are the leaders, the generals, not the front line troops. Being able to fight is one thing but we need to be able to see the big picture and you are suffering a serious case of tunnel vision. It will come in handy tonight but watch your back. If there was ever a Ventrue primed to walk into an ambush, it's you."
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color=lightblue]Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am - Whitehern - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Hearst with a curious look upon his face, " hmm interesting views Angel, but it aseems my views are a bit different then what you have just stated. Is not every fight noble and containing honour providing you fight for the right reasons and against a worthy opponent. Is there not always glory in fighting for the prince and in defence of home. The trophy will be a sabbatt head on a stick delivered to our prince and then we will be able to enjoy these quioet pleasures you speak of." Hearst made sure his shotguns were both fully loaded and that the tangs were fight ready as well as the cane. Doing as much stretches as he could in the truck continued to speak, " There is alwaysa fight going on wether it be fighting with your own thoughs or in a boardroom or politics and fighting withyour own hunger because a suitable meal is not available or liek the one we are embarking on but there is always a fight happening. As far as us being inherent leaders and generals, and not front line fighters,,,, yet another curious viewpoint. If that is the cae should we not lead by example and in so doing prove our worth as a leader to ALL of our kind. Or is it oyur opinion that all but ventrue are expendable. Because i do not think nor do i feel that is what you are trying to say because i know that like me you do not think that any of our friends here who battle at our side are "expendable" i shall watch my back and yours Angel but i will also watch the malkavians back and the nosferatus back and the gangrelas back and the brujahs back and the toreadors back and the tremeres back i will watch the backs of as many cammarilla as i possibly can. I will lead if neccessary in battle by example i will challenge all who fight with me .. CAN YOU TAKE OUT AS MANY OF THESE SABBAT SLIME AS ME ? OR CAN YOU ASSISST SOMEONE IN THE TAKING OUT OF SABBATT SLIME? There seem to be preconcieved notions about what we all each individually deserve on a day to day basis i say let us not worry about what we deserve and worry about what our fallen deserved and that is to be avengedm let us worry about what the sabbatt deserve and that is pain and death. If we are leadr then i will lead by example Angel i will lead with actions, i will lead because i have earned the leadership and respect of ALL the cammarilla who are with me , are you strong enough to do that with me Angel"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 am - Whitehern - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Hearst, I'm Italian," Angel said. "I know all about hot blooded vengeance. I also realize that it is not only a dish best served cold it is a dish that you can't enjoy unless you survive. Jeromy and Xiaoqing don't want us to avenge them. They don't want anything. We're the ones who want vengeance. 'For the Fallen' isn't just a battle cry. It's a warning not to follow. The Sabbat will pay for what they did but we want to make them pay without having to pay that same price all over again."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic walked out to the parking lot to await Sarah and the rest of the team he was going to St. Joe's with, he continued to make note of the varied relations among the cities kindred and how they may affect the political fallout sure to follow the siege of the city, noticing in particular the continued absence of Lobo and Boogie even though Boogie's motorcycle sat quiet in the parking lot
and the very interesting conversation between the Ventrue drifting from the truck in which they sat. I may not be able to gather as much information at St. Joe's as I could if I stayed here but there's still plenty to garner if one paid attention
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Thursday April 23rd, ~12:16 am. Whitehern – Sarah’s team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
Tamara moved a bit further towards the parking lot but still stood near where the Elders were remaking the teams and assigning the areas to cover. She didn’t care it was raining or thundering above. The weather seemed to match what was happening on the ground among the Kindred. She watched, listened and began making mental notes.
To begin with, she smirked when thinking about some of the team leaders. David she didn’t care much about, but this female, Donna…. she certainly liked.
*Let’s see,* she thought. *So far we have…
*Sarah going to St. Joe’s hospital with Vic, Athial and myself;
*Donna taking the Go Station, the Embassy and maybe some clubs with Iggy, Desdemona and Calvin in her pick-up;
*David heading to Dundas with a bunch of people, including hot headed ones, knights in shinning armor and young naives. Angel, Hearst, Rory. They had taken the black truck and a green Neon;
*Staying behind at Whitehern: Antigen, Helen, Mark, Fia, Waylon, and maybe he ghouls and some more…
*Who am I missing? The pink girl… Pappillion, Scott, Cera, Kaspar, the Nosferatu Elder, that Spider guy…*
Tamara couldn’t remember many more, suspecting Lobo and the other huge guy, Boogie, were already on their way to Dundas. With a deep –and unnecessary breath-, she said a prayer for the two hotheaded ones and waited for Sarah to lead them to whatever vehicle they were taking.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:03 12:15- pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
When Waylon held up the picture, she shrugged. It wasn't perfect. Excellent work of art, though, and she let him know that. She picked it up to get a better look.
"It's not quite right, but at least there's something to go by now," she started to hand the book back to him, "Sorry I didn't have much else to tell you-"
Waylon's phone rang, and Fia was left holding the sketch pad. She placed it on the table, not wanting to hold the reminder of the night's events.
As Waylon talked, Fia looked at Dee. The sleepy-eyed, redhead looked tired, although she seemed more alert now, since Fia had gotten back from the bathroom.
"You staying tonight, Dee, is it?" she asked.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory sat in the back of Angel's truck with her hands folded tightly together, listening carefully to the Ventrues discuss the fight ahead and the meaning of vengeance. She felt alone without Cash with her, but was happy in the knowledge that her canine companion would at least be safe with Calvin.
The ginger girl smiled at Angelo's statement. 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' Of all the sources for the popular quote, Rory couldn't help but think of it's Klingon origins and the villain whom once quoted it. "Khaaan," she mumbled with a tiny giggle, hoping no one had heard her.
Her inner geek allowed to her to cheer up for a moment in spite of Hearst's loud talk of battle. Still, Hearst was doing at least one thing right: preparing his weaponry.
The Gangrel drew her large hunting knife from a concealed coat pocket, checking it for imperfections. The blade was less than new, most of its former luster reduced to a dull glimmer. However, in spite of the shape it was in the blade was sharp and clear of imperfections so she re-sheathed the weapon before drawing another blade from the left side of her coat, this one considerably larger than the other. This one too, having been recently sharpened, was lacking imperfection and so it was also sheathed.
Next, she propped up her right leg up on the seat carefully and shuffled up the leg of her pants and rolled down her sock, revealing yet another blade. This one was considerably smaller than the previous two and was strapped near her ankle to an obviously homemade sheath. She unsheathed the tiny blade. It was definitely the least impressive, looking much more like a paring knife than an actual weapon. The glossy wood handle had something etched into it, a word or something, but Rory checked the knife and re-sheathed it too quickly for any onlooker to catch just what the rough wording said.
After fixing her sock and her pant-leg, the Gangrel returned to her former position, hands now fussing over her pony-tail. She was both nervous and excited. A bad combination when trying to fix one's hair.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie/Jay
Boogie's shotgun rose and fell. Jay tried to fend off the blows crying out as the shotgun butt struck his arms knocking them aside. A second smashing blow landed on his face and the vampire on the ground stopped moving. The Brujah struck twice more to make sure the job was properly done, both times connecting with Jay's unprotected head.
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Thursday April 23rd 12:39 AM. - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo/Doug
The ground was slick and slippery. The Sabbat vampire was giving a good impression of a scared rabbit, maintaining a good rate of speed despite the terrain. Lobo's red eyes could pick out the obstacles in their path. The other vampire couldn't. Time would tell but eventually the other vampire was likely to encounter a branch or a stone that he wouldn't be able to see to avoid and his speed would become a danger rather than an adavantage.
The chase was most definitely viable.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am -En route to Dundas- Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"How are you doing back there, Rory?" Angel asked. "Hell of a welcome to Hamilton, eh?" He wasn't sure of the young Gangrel's state of mind. She seemed almost too delicate to be involved in the fight, both mentally and physically. Hearst seemed bent on self destruction, despite any advice Angel could give him. Therefore, he would focus as much of his energy on making sure Rory got back in one piece.
I will show you, Iggy. I will bring her back. Then I will shove my fist down your throat and make you eat your words....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am - En route to Dundas - David
The green Neon pulled in front of Angel's truck and lead the way into Dundas. The little man picked up the radio he'd gotten from Antigen. "Sabbatino," he crooned. "I'm coming for you, you, you, you, you." For once he didn't mind the trick of mental wiring that forced him to repeat himself. Knowing a crazy man would be hunting them might unsettle the newer members of the Sabbat. Then again it might make them laugh. People were always laughing at him and that pissed him off. In this case, anger was good.
"I'm the short short short half of three and a half feet of Malkavian fury and I'll tear your balls off with my teeth, teeth, teeth. I'll cut you down, down, down to size, Sabbatino and I'm coming for you. I'll swallow your fucking soul and, and, and show you what it feels, feels, feels like."
David was beginning to think setting the kraken loose hadn't been the best of ideas. Usually it was content just to make the occasional appearance but now it was beginning to run rampant. Still, once started it wasn't going to be easy to stop it. "I'm coming for, for, for, for, for you. I will find you by, by, by the smell of your fear. Warn your new children that I'll take them too, one by one by one by one by one. But you, Sabbatino, I will know you when I catch you and you will not have, have, have time to scream when I sink my fangs into you. Tell your children that I, I, I, I am the reason they are afraid of the dark. Tell them that I'm coming for them." He grinned. "Tell them all that there is five, five, five thousand dollars in it for them each if they bring your head to the driving park, park, park pavillion."
He set the radio down. "Divide and conquer," he said. "Let's, let's let's hope it works."
Against eight? Something is going to have to work or we're screwed.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie/Jay
Boogie's shotgun rose and fell. Jay tried to fend off the blows crying out as the shotgun butt struck his arms knocking them aside. A second smashing blow landed on his face and the vampire on the ground stopped moving. The Brujah struck twice more to make sure the job was properly done, both times connecting with Jay's unprotected head.
Boogie quickly bore down on the incapacitated vampires throat to slacken his thirst, before picking up the fallen vampires shotgun... two quick shots to his neck separated it from his head. Boogie proceeded to reload his new shotgun with his red shells and gathered up his Louisville and after taking a moment to center himself took off after the fading sounds of Lobos pursuit cursing the canadian woods everytime a branch clawed across his face... "fucking forests"
OCC Drained 3 BP from Jay leaving him with at least 1 BP (will stop sooner if needed to avoid diabelrie) and Healed 1 Health
HP=3/7, BP=12/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am -En route to Dundas- Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Thinking to himself Hearst knew that this was going to be a challenge like never had he seen before. At least not one he could remember. muttering to himself as he had done so many times before a big fight , " ok time to get the game face on show them all what you can do success winning is theonly option failure is not acceptable. Take the other guy out and walk out in one piece" being in a vehicle made it hard to work through stretch routines but Hearst doea his best to strecth and limber up in a vehicle :) running through fight sequences in his head. Closing his eyes after checking his weapons to make sure they are battle ready Hearst says, " All right are we ready Angel, let us prove every one wrong about us. i shall prove i am what i say i am, one tough ventrue not to mess with, and we together shall prove we can win this battle and bring back our group ALL in one piece. None of ours falls and we take all who stand before us and let them fall at our feet. But we bring all in this van back with us . we fight smart, we fight hard, we fight side by side and we fight mercilessly. agreed." hearst's expression is not one of anything but serious emotionless determination.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic turned to Sarah "Are you driving us to the hospital or should we make our own way there?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17 am - En route to dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"You're forgetting one thing, Hearst," Angel said, beginning to admire the other Ventrue's single mindedness. "The Prince put David in charge. It's not up to us to make sure everyone returns. It's up to us to help him make sure everyone returns. Our duty is to allow him to take the lead and support him in any way we can."
And pick up the pieces if he drops the ball....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"Hmm?"
Rory had been distracted by the fast green car that had sped ahead of them so eagerly. The young kindred looked up at Angel and smiled. "Heh, sure is! I'm okay though," the Gangrel replied, "I'm just anxious to get there. Might not look like much, but I can hit 'em where it hurts when I need to."
Finally she replaced the pony-tail in her hair, settling for a less than perfect job looking almost identical to how her hair was before. Although it was true she could fight (and well), Rory had never gone up against the Sabbat before in her life. She'd been taught much of them from her sire, but words were different from experience and the Gangrel wondered just what lay in wait for their team.
The ginger girl looked to the stretching Hearst and gave a smirk. His rash, one-track minded enthusiasm was quite inspiring in its own respect and even Rory felt a little driven. On the other hand, their goals in the upcoming fight were different. Hearst wanted vengeance, glory, and Sabbat head on a plate. Rory, too, wanted vengeance, but was also looking to keep her comrades alive, and save the sister she'd never truly met.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 - 12:41 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=3/7, BP=12/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
A light rain had begun to fall as Boogie raced through the woods attempting to at least keep pace with the hunt ahead of him if not catch up, the sounds of the Sabbats' flight could be heard in the air of the night.. the breaking branches, the occasional curse and the heavy breathing, showing that he was newly embraced and still clinging to mortal habits out of instinct under pressure, occasionally when the half moon broke through the dark canopy of the forest the fleeing vampire could be seen in the distance ahead of Boogie but of Lobo there was nothing... nothing but the hair on the back of your neck telling you that somewhere out in the dark there was a predator. In the city, in the back alleys, on the streets... Boogie knew he could handle himself... He wasn't the toughest shadow out there but he could hold his own against most kindred, kine or any other of the other beasts of the dark... Out here though... Out here Lobo wasn't just a kindred on the prowl... It was as if the forest itself was helping him, hiding him, speeding him and slowing his prey... Boogie slipped on patch of mud and fell with a thud, as he looked up a strike of lightning lit the sky and Lobo could be seen, no longer following his prey but rather to the side of the oblivious kindred, this hunt wouldn't last much longer. Boogie again collected himself then pushed up to continue following, rushing straight through a spiders web... "fucking forests"
OCC Healed 1 Health
HP=4/7, BP=11/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:17pm - Whitehern - Hearst
HP=7/7, BP=13/13 , WP=5/5
"i do believe you can hold your own my new friend Rory," Hearst said with a smile, " I would not wish to fight with you. I seek vengeance i want to bring back as many sabbatt heads as we can carry to the prince. I wish to make them suffer for the pain the inflicted on our friends and family. I want to cause to them a pain that they will never forget and their children's children will remember. However i do relaize that the best way to do that is victory tonite. and the best way to victory is to keep everyone alive. So i wish to put this forth to those here in this truck we stay togther we fight together we live together and that way we succeed and are better able to aid everyone else and maybe just maybe rescue a possible living captive they have. So let us fight with a fury of a hurricane but let us all be one hurricane togther. I swear to do everything within my power to keep all of us alive i vow to be each of your shield arms as much as the blood within me allows. and to be your sword arm wheny ou need me to be. Can we all count on each other to do that for each of us. for i think that is our best chance of success!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am - En route to dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
It was probably the smartest thing Angel had heard Hearst say. So there was a brain hidden under all that gung ho nonsense. "Agreed," Angel said. "I many not be the warrior you are, Hearst but I will do what I can to back your play. We all have different abilities, so we need to use them to best advantage. I'm far better at dealing with Kine than dealing with rampaging Sabbat vampires but I will do my part. Later on, you'll have to give me some instruction on how to swing that sword you're carrying. I think knowing how to properly use one might prove useful in the future."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:41 am. - Bruce Trail - Boogie
As Lobo drew closer to his quarry, Doug suddenly seemed to panic. He changed directions serveral times, finally coming to an abrupt stop against a tree. Just when the Gangrel thought his prey was in his talons, Doug turned, shotgun raised.
"Aim for the red glow," he said, as if reminding himself of some advice he'd been given, and pulled the trigger. He had run as far as he could, but he only hoped it was far enough for the cavalry to arrive.
The gun went off and the buckshot exploded against Lobo's charging form.
For a second the newly made vampire would have shat his pants as Lobo kept coming but after several yards of running the Gangel stumbled to the ground.
Doug let out a sigh of relief but didn't want to stick around. He had to turn back and report that the bad guys were in Dundas and none to happy to see them.
Lobo pls reduce your hp by -5 >.<
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:20 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Dee had slipped away into what was likely to be a fitful sleep, so Waylon moved away from the bed. "That's the best we're going to get from the description you've given me, Fia," he said. "I'm not surprised. You didn't get much of a look. We'll have to wait until somebody brings in his head before we can get a decent picture." He flipped to another page of the sketch book and began a much cleaner version of the sketch he had done of the Lasombra Dee had seen. He'd leave the nose blank on this one and produce a third sketch to finalize the nose with Dee later. Noses he could draw in a variety of ranges and the girl could pick the one she thought was closest. Then he could draw it into the final picture and they would have their wanted poster.
"I'll get you, my pretty," he said, almost to himself. "And your little dog too."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic turned to Sarah "Are you driving us to the hospital or should we make our own way there?"
Thursday April 23rd, ~12:18 am. Whitehern – Sarah’s team – Tamara
BP 11/12, HP 7/7, H 4/4, SC 2/2, WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw
Tamara heard Vic’s question and turned around to look at Sarah, waiting for her answer in order to move accordingly. She had been trying to make a map in her head, remembering where the Hospital was and its surroundings,
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am - En route to dundas - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
"a deal then Angel," Hearst replied in midstrecth, " WHEN we get back I will teach you what i can about the physical combat arena, and you can teach me what you know of the other combat arenas that i may not know about."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:41 - 12:42 - Bruce Trail - Boogie
HP=4/7, BP=11/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie watched the final moments of the chase; the preys' growing desperation reaching its peak as he pressed against a tree his eyes appeared closed seeming to try and calm himself... Lobo bursting from the brush, claws prepared to rip out the throat of his prey... ... ... and then the gun went off catching Lobo on his flank ending his attack a few feet short of his goal... Of all the luck shot blind, I guess even the dumb get lucky that's why so many of 'em are still around the vampire seemed to relax for a second before Lobo began to move in once again. Hope seemed to leave the vampire as he turned and ran from the glowing eyes that held nothing but death for him, Lobo seemed set to follow when he stumbled to the ground. Boogie rushed to his side and quickly went over the damage, fatal to a mortal but nothing a kindred couldn't heal in a minute or two "Come on Lobo, we still got some scum to kill, and god damn it I don't want to have to find my own way out of this fuckin' forest"
OCC the next minute is spent healing three health
HP=7/7, BP=8/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18pm - En route to Dundas - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory smiled at the discussion between the boys in the front seat. She was glad they were bonding if only a little. The promise made her smile, too. She knew that with a goal like that in mind, neither would have time for death. She had something to live for, too, and not just to get home to Cash.
"When I get home alive," she said quietly, "I'm asking Cal out for a cup of coffee."
The thought made her smile, and she even gave a small nervous giggle. At least death wouldn't require a battle against nerves on her part?
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:19 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Keep up this kind of speech when you are as skilled with my weapons as you are with your own and no one will expect you to be able to do to them the things I will teach you to do," Angel said. "They'll expect you to be nothing other than a misbegotten Brujah and won't even see it coming when you eviscerate their bottom line." The Ventrue smiled. Having to mentor Hearst would definitely have its advantages.
"Make sure he can drink coffee first, Rory," Angel advised. "Most vampires can't and it's often a sore point. I can't eat but I haven't reached the point where I miss it so much that I can't stand watching others do it."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:20 pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Well, I suppose I'll let her rest," Fia motioned Dee, "If I think of any more details, I'll let you know."
She turned to leave as Waylon sat to sketch. As she pulled the door shut behind her, she caught his Wizard of Oz reference and couldn't help but chuckle. She made her way downstairs in the hopes of finding out what was going on.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:19pm - En route to Dundas - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory looked up. She hadn't thought about that. "Crap..." she muttered before responding, "I'll hafta ask him if he can before I ask him out, then."
Death by Sabbat was looking easier and easier the more she spoke about it. "If I can work up the nerve..." the Gangrel added.
The red-haired girl took a moment to peer out the window. Her surroundings remained unfamiliar. She couldn't help but wonder how long it would take to settle in to Hamilton. The city was larger than it seemed, but still smaller than the cities she'd lived in previously. Maybe it would always remain an ambiguous series of street names and monuments.
"How far are we, d'you reckon?" Rory asked Angel suddenly, turning away from the window.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:20 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"We'll be there by 12:30," Angel said. "Might I suggest asking him if he'd like to join you for a bite to eat? The double meaning might make him laugh." The lights were with them and he was crossing Dundurn. Hamilton's cathedral, Christ the King was coming into view. Angel had a fleeting feeling that it might be the last time he saw the beautiful building. Perhaps his vampiric powers wouldn't be enough to win this fight.
Can't hurt to call in the big guns.
He swallowed and tried to relax.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic pulls out his cellphone "Maybe I should call a taxi..." Vic dials tony the friendly neighborhood taxi driver "Hey Tony, its Vic, are you downtown?...... Great can you pick me up in the parking lot behind city hall, I should be there in about two minutes...... that's OK I'm just going to St. Joe's, you can drop me off on your way to your call up the mountain...... Thanks see you in a couple minutes" hanging up the phone Vic turned to the kindred still gathered at whitehern "If anyone needs a ride their welcome to come with, otherwise I'll see you there" and with that Vic turns to leave.
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OOC: Hurricanus, Lobo's current stats are: BP 13 (10) W 5 (4) HtK 7(-2) H 5/5 SC 2/2
When he awakens in 3 minutes at 12:45 am, his stats will be BP 13 (07) W 5 (4) HtK 7(1) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:20 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
"so about 10 minutes then before we arrive at the starting point of our next chapter. Am i the only one her that is abit nervous. might i say abit scared," hearst says trying to make himself sound nervous and a bti scared even though he is more anxious and exhilirated at the upcoming challenge, but feeling a ned to connect and reassure someof those in the vehicle with him, " we will succeed because we are one all of us together are one and that is they have underestimated that in us . So in battle attack intelligently use a shield if you can even if that shield is another vampire or a tree and attack around it and dont befancy just strike and keep striking until they stop moving. Rory... you are our ace in the hole , please stay between angel and myself and attack from our sides they will not expect that we have a plan a formation and strategy so lets do what we have to do here and get back alive."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:21 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel didn't believe for a second that Hearst was scared. Scared of missing the fight perhaps but not scared of facing it. "Don't set us up in formation yet, Hearst," he said. "David is quarterbacking this game. Don't worry though. I'm not about to go toe to toe with these guys. I have a pistol and it isn't particularly effective if I have to use it as a club. I may be a city boy but I understand the value of trees." He looked at Rory, visible in the rear view mirror. "And, for the record, if I still could, I'd be just shy of pissing myself."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:21pm - En route to Dundas - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
Rory barely suppressed a laugh when Angel mentioned the all too classic double-entendre. The ginger-haired girl thought it humorous, but decided it was probably best not to go with such a cheesy line. She'd be too embarrassed.
The Gangrel listened to Hearst's words, wondering but doubting whether he was sincere about being scared. 'Ace in the hole?' she thought, face going blank, 'I only hope I can be that useful...' Even though she was doubtful, the younger amongst the three Kindred knew that she would fight with more drive than ever before and some small part of her trusted that even this alone would make her an asset. Even without an unlimited drive to return their captured comrade though, Rory was a surgeon with a knife
Briefly, Rory caught Angel's eye in the rear-view mirror. She smiled sheepishly before looking away toward Hearst. “This guy… David. I’m sure he’ll come up with a good strategy… But if he can’t or doesn’t, I know Angel will have us well covered,” the ginger-haired Gangrel said with a reassuring tone, “’Sides, with the way you’ve been talkin’ ‘bout the fight, I know you’d kick butt even if we went in arms bound, teeth pulled, and hearts bare!”
Once again, Cliff’s words seemed to leap from her lips. This time Rory let herself smile, but reluctantly. Although she loved her sire dearly, the New Yorker hardly wanted Cliff’s ‘backwater’ accent and way of speaking to affect her so frequently as it had. Even her own accent was beginning to reflect his Calgary charm.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:23 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"You're going to give us both swelled heads," Angel answered, a genuine smile on his face. He was growing to like the young Gangrel. If they all survived, he'd do what he could to make her transition from New Yorker to Hamiltonian as easy as possible. It seemed that of late he was collecting gingers and it looked like Rory was going to join that list.
"On the left is Columbia college," he said, as much to educate the two newcomers as to change the subject slightly. "It's actually a residence for immigrant students, mostly Asian. It's a good place to hunt but you either need to speak the language or pretend to be delivering pizza or something like that. Caucasians stick out in there but delivery people vanish into the wallpaper. McMaster, hospital and university are coming up on the right. Normally I'd suggest them both as hunting grounds but with the Sabbat doing the damage they did, security will be pretty damned high. Of course if you're looking for a quick drunk, you can usually find somebody willing at the pub. It's called the Phoenix."
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color=teal]Thursday April 23rd, 12:23 am - En route to Dundas -Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
"well then maybe you can take us on a tour of hamilton," if think that would be a nice treat, reward for destroying as many sabbat as w e are going to, and for bringing back our friend who they seem to be holding captive," Hearst replied, " obviously they do not relaize that it is not very intelligent of them to try and lure us to them we will destroy them and bring back our friend and then goto the phoenix to celebrate. trhen find a doj to have some fun in"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:25 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
The smile faded. "Hearst, I'm going into this with the idea that both Jerome and Xiaoqing are both already dead. If we find them, it's a bonus but I'm not going in to rescue them. That is a fool's errand. I'm going in to make the Sabbat pay for what they did to them. If that bastard was telling the truth and Xiaoqing was being passed around through the ranks, I'm going to go back through the corpses and castrate them when we're finished but I'm not going to use it as my opening shot. Fight with your head, Hearst, not your heart. Use your heart. Use every scrape of strength and courage that it holds but for God's sake, don't lead with it. That is what the Sabbat want. They want us going in and reacting, not acting. They want us so angry and outraged that we aren't thinking straight. Violence they know and understand. It's tactics and strategy they aren't prepared for. They haven't had a chance to mold themselves into a team and they're all still on their first night as vampires. We know our powers. We know our strengths and our weaknesses. They're going to try to kill us as if we're still human and we're going to kill them until they stay dead."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:25 am - En route to Dundas - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Hearst replies, " I am going into this with my eyes open as well Angel, and with my head. My heart is in the battle as well but it is being led by my mind not the other way around. I believe, in my head, that if there is even a small chance that Xiaoqing or jerome are alive then we MUST entertain that possibility to its full extent.
I'm going in to make the Sabbat pay for what they did to our "family". If that bastard was telling the truth and Xiaoqing was being passed around through the ranks, I'm going to make his suffering even longer. I f he has lied about her being alive then he will sooon realize that we are not a family to agitate nor are we a family to threaten even one of our members. Fight with your head, first and then use your heart. I will use my heart and be led by my head for that is what a true warrior does. You make valid points about our situation and show qualities of a tactician and strategist, i appreciate that. There is a rage that dwells inside ALL of us, the thing to do is NOT to ignore that but to be able to control it and USE it."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:43 - Dundas Bruce Trail
Boogie was getting that nasty itchy feeling at the back of his neck, the one that usually told him that he was in particularly deep shit. Lobo lay corpse still on the ground. The rain dripping through the trees was washing some of the blood off the fallen Gangrel's face. He wasn't Finally Dead but he showed no signs of awakening any time soon, not yet.
And the itchy feeling at the back of Boogie's neck was getting worse. It might have been his imagination but it seemed that there were things moving through the trees towards him, dark as night and silent as death.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:26 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Are you sure you're not a Brujah?" Angel asked, shaking his head. "You certainly sound like one."
Speaking of Brujah, what the Hell is up with Iggy? Hes turned into such a fucking tool. It's like he's decided that his life's goal is to sabotage anything I'm trying to do. The only thing he's really doing is making things harder for us and easier for the Sabbat.
"I'm not sure if anybody mentioned this to either of you but I don't think we're in this for prisoners. These guys won't know shit and the big guns aren't likely to let themselves get caught. If we do come across one of their war leaders, we let David call the shots on him. You may be good Hearst but this guy has likely sucked back at least one other clan, so he's got a few tricks up his sleeve that you won't be expecting. He's not somebody you can take on in a one on one fight and expect him to play by the rules. I get the impression you live or die by your own personal code. In this case, I'd expect him to try to cheat you to death."
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" Am i Brujah ,,,,, am i ventrue am i toreador.... to answer that question angel i have an answer. I am ventrue, i am also brujah i am also gangrel i am also toreador i am of all clans and yet of none for in truth ," Hearst replies with eagerness, " I feel I am from the family of hamilton and i wish to defend and protect and honor my family." Hearst pauses to let out a deep bellowed laugh. Continuing hearst says through laughter, "boy did that sound pretentious or what. But i do mean it. regardless of clan we are kindred of hamilton and unless we fight and band togetehr we will all die. Sorry to be morose about it Rory, I know you are nervous enough already but that is the fact we must unite or we die period." Laghing again Hearst wide grinned and laughing says, " now as to your other point Angel about a personal code. yes i try to live with honor when i can. But understand this about me, i like a good challenge but there are 2 rules in a fight and i have learned those rules the hard way more then once. Rule number 1--- there are no rules, it is kill or be killed when it gets to physical confrontation, Rule number 2 -- and this is the important one-------- ALWAYS FOLLOW RULE NUMBER 1. so lets have at and bring on this war chief and let feed him his own testicles on a fork LOL Man that is a nasty image to have in your head .. someone being fed their own testicles on a plate. can ya`ll picture that OMG that is too funny a picture
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:27pm - En route to Dundas - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3
"That's fine," Rory voiced after Angel explained about taking prisoners, "I'll just do whatever I need to t' make this plan work... Whatever it is."
Rory smiled, finally confident. "To tell you the truth Hearst," she spoke, "I might've been nervous about this whole fight before, but now... I'm just itchin' to see what David's plan is, really!"
The tension had let her become a bit jittery, but she tried not to let her effect her. The Gangrel knew that anything she felt in excess before battle, even something positive that might normally help her, could hinder her if she let it go out of hand. Still, the urge to get out of the truck and move about nipped at her. She was like a play-ready dog cooped up in a kennel.
"Screw the plate, they'd just better hope I don't decide to bring back Cash ball or two t' play fetch!" the youngest amongst the Kindred said, giving a tiny giggle and a child-like smile tinged with embarrassment. Her passion had returned, but she wasn't without her timidity.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:28 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Remind me never to piss you off," Angel said to Rory. "No rules except to win, eh Hearst? I'd suggest one very minor modification and make it three rules. The third rule is, if you are getting your ass kicked, ignore rules one and two and do whatever it takes to survive. Play dead, pretend to change sides, run like a goddamn coon but do whatever it takes to survive. After all, we can't thank you for killing half the bad guys if the other half kills you."
They were getting close to their destination. Angel wasn't sure where David was taking them, so he allowed the Malkavian elder to take the lead and fell in behind the green Neon. The rain coming in his broken window was annoying but at least he had the temporary shelter of the truck. Soon they would all be drenched. The chill would not affect them but it might prey on the psyche of those who were still in their early nights as vampires.
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bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7 en route to dundas---- Hearst
"hmm Angel you rasie an interesting point there about a third rule but i am not sure about that rule not sure how i feel about your third rule. If you can't thank me for killing the first half because the second half killsme .....(laughing abit while he finishes speaking)..... well i guess we will just have to work together as a team and kill both halves and thank each other when it is done." Hearst replied, " now are we there yet the anticipation is gonna killme fastewr then any idiotic sabbat could"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:28 am - En route to Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"Another five minutes, more or less," Angel said. "Depending on where David is taking us. I say we'll be seeing combat by one or we won't be seeing it at all." He slid the 9 mm Mauser out from under his jacket. "Last chance to check your hardware."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:30pm - Hamilton - Sabbat
All in all, four fires had been set, three of them lighting up havens. The fourth escaped by sheer circumstance. The address given had been slightly off and it wasn't the Tisdale apartments that went up but rather a house across the road. It was a small mercy. The Sabbat wasn't finished their night's work, not by a long shot.
"It's almost time," Sam said. "I'm going to go get into position."
Morgana chuckled. "I'll be along. I want to watch the light show."
"Don't be too long," the Samedi said. "I'll be needing the reinforcements."
"We'll be there," Morgana said. "With bells on so they can find us in the dark."
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OOC: This is a recap of where everyone is, at or around 12:30 am. Lobo and Boogie are, of course closer to 12:45 am but they know where they are.
At Whitehern, we have NPCs Antigen, Helen, Mark as well as Chantal, Dee and several unnamed ghouls. PCs are Waylon and Fia.
In Dundas, we have Lobo and Boogie.
Heading into Dundas, we have NPC David and PCs Angel, Hearst and Rory.
Heading into Burlington, we have NPC Scott and PCs Kasper, Emily and Cera.
Downtown, watching St Joseph's hospital, we have NPC Sarah and PCs Vic, Athial, Tamara
Downtown, watching the GO Station, we have NPC Donna and PC Calvin
Downtown, watching Tailgate Charlies (and other places) we have NPC Nat (Des) and PC Iggy
And we have no idea where PCs Jareth or Papillion are, because neither of their players have specified. I'd very much like for them to choose. I will be posting for each small grouping hopefully by tomorrow night.
Thank you for your patience.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Dundas - David, Angel, Rory & Hearst
David parked the car in the school parking lot, a stone's throw from the Dundas driving park. He inhaled deeply, tasting the night air. "Gather close," he said to the kindred who piled out of Angel's rented truck. "Hopefully I'll only have, have, have, have to say this once. I'm your scout and your sneak. Stay close behind me. When I see something, I'll do a quick, quick, quick, quick, quick fade and check it out. I'll come back and tell you if it is anything to worry about. If I say run, run as if the very devil himself is hunting you down with plans to gouge out your eyes and rape your skull. Don't come here. Head for the beer store we passed on the way into town. If I don't make it to you within half an hour, head back to Hamilton." He looked directly at Hearst. "Is that clear, clear, clear, clear, clear to everyone?"
A vein was starting to throb at David's temple.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Hamilton - St Joseph's Hospital - Sarah, Vic, Athial and Tamara
It had taken a few minutes for the group to reassemble, since Vic had insisted on finding his own ride to the hospital. Sarah had elected to set up in the park across the street from the hospital. It offered the vampires cover and yet allowed them to watch three of the four sides of the hospital. Antigen's ghouls were watching the fourth side, the emergency room.
The hospital was not quite under lockdown but there were signs indicating that due to an outbreak of measles, visitations had been suspended. Vic knew the truth, however. He had friends who were in a position to pull out all the stops when it came to protecting the hospital.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Hamilton - GO Station - Donna & Calvin
The Brujah elder's missing arm was drawing its share of covert stares, which meant that Calvin was, for the most part, ignored. There were few buses loading and unloading at that late hour. Hamilton, unlike most cities of similar size, seemed to close down after eleven at night. There were still transients around, as well as some late night travelers, enough food to attract hungry kindred and an important transportation hub, both of which might serve to attract the Sabbat.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Hamilton - Tailgate Charlie's - Des (Nat) & Iggy
Des and Iggy slipped out the back door of the Embassy and made there way a few short blocks to the next potential trouble spot on their list. Even midweek, the meat market known as Tailgate Charlie's was doing booming business. Des was granted free access, while Iggy was made to pay a cover charge if he wanted to enter with her. They had barely stepped inside when Des leaned over to whisper in Iggy's ear.
"Can you tell which ones aren't human? David didn't give me any potions for that."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Burlington - Scott, Kasper, Emily and Cera.
Scott wasn't happy about the trip into Burlington. He'd been far more interested in standing shoulder to shoulder with the others of his clan, representing for Hamilton. Instead he was doing what he was told, cruising up Brant street, looking for Sabbat vampires to drive out of Burlington. It was likely going to be a thankless job. "Keep your eyes open," he said, cautioning the kindred he'd been put in charge of. "The Sabbat were strong enough to tear Donna's arm off but not strong enough to kill her. That means they're still tough enough to do a number on any of us, so stay sharp."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Hamilton - Whitehern - Antigen, Helen, Mark, Dee Waylon & Fia.
Fia arrived in the meeting room, only to find it occupied by the Prince and the Ventrue elder. Their conversation stopped upon her arrival, leaving an uncomfortable silence that was broken when Mark's cell phone rang. He answered on the third ring and after a few seconds, went pale, even for a vampire. He looked at Antigen, a stricken expression on his face. "They set fire to Vincent's house," he said. "They're starting to target our havens and they know where they are."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - Dundas - Hearst
Bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7
"yes" Hearst realized this was a comment mroe directed at him then any other," if you do not make it to us within a half hour then it is to hamilton..... that is understood, someone must make it back to Hamilton and inform those there of what happened or did not happen. So yes to Hamilton we run as fast as we can. Do not worry david to hamilton we will go .............I will make sure that the information makes it back to hamilton." Thinking to himself with a side long glance back at Angel and Rory, we discussed this all on the way here . we are a team and you are the leader . You devise the plan and we follow it. Right Angel, Rory.........................In the case of you not making it back to us then we run to hamilton....... Angel iwill cover the flight in that case you will make sure Rory and yourself make it to hamilton. You are both quicker then i and i am very able to form and retreating wall to block you r flight...."
is that agreeable to everyone????
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 am - 12:49 am - Burlington - Scott, Kasper, Emily and Cera.
"Isn't that assuring," Emily mumbled under her breath while staring out at the charcoal sky. "No sign yet, but I'll scream bloody murder if I see anything," she grinned at Scott before continuing to watch the scenery blur by. "Could you consider slowing down a bit please. Last thing we need is to pass them by, if they're even out here."
An uncomfortable silence had filled the cabin of the car giving them the opportunity to fully consider what might happen that night. Many thoughts had already gone through Emily's head, from that fact that if she were to die, what would happen to her. Would they leave her where she was due to the fact that she found herself to be morbidly overweight. She hadn't made up any sort of will for her things to go to anyone. Could vampires even have wills? Then a thought came to her. "Hey guys. If I dont make it through this war, could you make sure that Nat... or Des, rather, gets all my stuff? Teach her to use a gun and make sure she stays safe... I know she's not in your clan or whatever, but could you do that?" Silence again. "What do you really think we're going to expect in Burlington anyways? Any sort of hunches, theories, or feelings?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
The tension in the room made Fia want to turn right around and run. She was starting to miss Sarah's straightforwardness.
"Oh... Uh, sorry..." She bowed her head, and started to leave.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:45 - Dundas Bruce Trail
Lobo still hadn't begun to stir and Boogie was certain that the Sabbat were in the trees moving towards him. He just couldn't see well enough to be certain of his targets.
"Take him down boys," a voice called out. "Soon you'll taste the sweetest of all nectar and if anyone doesn't deserve to keep it, it's this damned fool."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Dundas - David, Angel, Rory & Hearst
The four began moving through the darkness towards the escarpment. The concrete that made up the supports for the Sydenham hill road were dimly visible in the distance. There were train tracks ahead of them as well. The small span of bridge that crossed a small creek loomed dark and forbidding.
For such a short man David moved with surprising speed over the uneven terrain. It was an effort for the others to keep up. Perhaps he was trying to prove that he was at the very minimum their physical equal. Or maybe he just wanted to get it all over with quickly so he could go home and get out of the rain.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Hamilton - St Joseph's Hospital - Sarah, Vic, Athial and Tamara
A minivan came to a stop at the light that stopped traffic coming down the Jolley Cut from the mountain. It might not have caused any notice except for the fact that the driver's aura seemed far too pale. It might have been a trick of the light but it wasn't one of those things that could be risked under the circumstances.
The light turned green and the van started to move, pulling right past where Sarah's team were waiting. The passenger, visible through the open window, was also too pale to be human.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Hamilton - GO Station - Donna & Calvin
"Go check the bathroom," Donna said, nodding towards the door to the men's room. "Great place to pick up a quick bite, if you know what I mean. Everybody pretends they're alone in their, so they ignore odd noises." She headed towards the other bathroom. The newest Sabbat recruits were all men but that didn't mean the original batch were and they'd been indiscriminate about who they'd embraced on the first night.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Hamilton - Tailgate Charlie's - Des (Nat) & Iggy
The ebb and flow of the crowd seemed to be undisturbed by any untoward influences. People laughed and drank, came together and drew apart. All in all it seemed a normal night. Many people assumed the two kindred were together as a couple and, other than the occasional lingering look of appraisal, they were left to their own devices.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Burlington - Scott, Kasper, Emily and Cera.
"My feeling is that you should shut the fuck up about not coming back," Scott replied. "Ghouls, in answer to you're other question. We're looking for ghouls. Sabbat brought in a bunch of them. Now, is it just me or does that group look a little suspicious?"
There were nearly a dozen people on the sidewalk, all carrying improvised weapons of some sort, ranging from axe handles to crowbars. Many of them were already splattered with blood. Scott waited until he was closer, then stomped on the gas pedal. The car lurched forward and the biker made sure he drove through the thickest part of the pack.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Hamilton - Whitehern - Antigen, Helen, Mark, Dee Waylon & Fia.
"We must trust the fire department to do what they are paid for," Antigen said calmly. He seemed like a haven of stoic strength, unfazed and unflappable. "In the meantime, let Vincent know he'll need to find another place to bed down by morning. Fia? Is there something you wanted?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Dundas - Hearst
wp 5/5 hp 7/7 bp 13/13
" i was thinking," Hearst said, " we had a group seemingly targeted, and specific places being torched in hamilton. I have a question for you David. It is a rather serious one." Hearst paused long enough during there travel to make sure he had enough attention that everyone in the group could here him and then continued. "Who do you think is the spy? Who among our brethren from hamilton do you think is the traitor? We all know we are walking into a trap just as Boogie and Lobo did. We should have all been going at the same time as they did but alas we faltered and i do not want to falter again. This means we must consider all the truths even if we do not like to admit them. It definitely seems as if we have a traitor among us, someone who is feeding information about our capabilities and our weaknesses. We must accept that at sometime we will have to deal withthat fact. So let us hurry so we can defeat these scoundrels and get back to finding out who the enemy within our own circle is shall we."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - David
David grunted. "I may be, be, be, be, be, be a Malkavian but I'm not a paranoid. Logically, you are correct and there is a spy. Logically, it has to be someone who knows the Kindred of Hamilton inside and out, out, out, out, out. Logically, it is one of the Primogen council. Logically, it is the one who has the most to gain. Logically it is Mark."
"I don't fucking think so," growled Angel, bristling at the suggestion of Ventrue treason. "We support the Prince fully and absolutely."
"I said 'logically', Angel," David replied. "Logic and human nature are mutually exclusive. Besides, the Sabbat hate the Ventrue, which means our best suspect is a Toreador, Toreador, Toreador, Toreador."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Burlington - Scott, Kasper, Emily and Cera.
"Well if any of the ones you've just hit are still walking about, I'd definitely call that suspicious," Emily let out a deep breath. Truth be told, Scott had surprised Emily into fright. He had spoke so calmly before hitting the pedal to the metal. Although, she would never willingly admit something that trivial had affected her nerves.
She turned around in her seat, peering out the back window. So far the group outside had remained either on the ground or in the general vicinity of the ones Scott had just turned into speedbumps , "I suggest we give it a second and see if any of the fallen stand or if they come running after us."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Hearst
wp5/5 hp 7/7 bp 13/13
"now now , i merely wished to point out the obvious as it were," Hearst spoke, "M<ostly to make sure we were all on the same page and every knew what was running through my head if not all of our heads. Now is not the time to be trying to say the spy is one person or another. I bring it up now as a statement of , it might be something we try to figure out while we are out here. Maybe beat the information out of someone , or use a skill of one kind or another to convince someone to tell us. Obviously not one of the little lackeys they probably won't know, but you know when we are done making fish food out of the little guys before we rip the tongues out of their leaders maybe we could "convince" them to talk. And if we are to speak logically logic states that the spy could be anyone logically if any of us had a clue who it was then we would have either stopped him or used him ourselves to feed wrong information. So no more accusing or assumptions lets just go find someone to either voluntarily or involuntarily give us the information we seek. I intend to ask each victim before they die by my hands if possible where our lost family members are being held captive or where their bodies are, and who the spy is. most probably wont know the answer to either question. But by the time i get to someone who does they will think twice about not telling me." Hearst finishes with an obvious attempt at a humoristic attempt at an evil laughter, "muuuhahahahahahahaha" then throws in the comical cough at the end.
Hearst tries to scan the reaction of each of the 3 vampires with him attemtping to assess their true reaction to what he is saying
ooc --- even with the attempt at humor it should be obvious to those present that Hearst is absolutely serious abouthis intentions
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am - Burlington - Scott
"No, we get out and make sure they stay down," Scott said, opening his door. "I don't need an aura reader to know what a war party looks like. These aren't Burlington Kindred, and that makes them the enemy."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - David
"We have prisoners," David pointed out. "We'll learn who the traitor is, if there is one. It might just be a case of carefully studying the enemy before they attacked." David paused, cocking his head. "Was it just me or did that last clap of thunder sound too close to a gun shot for comfort, comfort, comfort, comfort, comfort?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 pm - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Nothing in particular. I just want to be useful," she replied. With everything that had happened and was currently going on all around her, she wasn't going to be able to rest any time soon. She was wired.
"Is there anything I can do?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Hearst
wp 5/5 hp 7/7 bp13/13
"well if it was a gunshot should we not at least investigate. Lead on , unless you want me to take point here which i have absolutely no problem with." Hearst replied with a look of anticipation on his face an eagerness to begin teh decimation of the enemy.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Whitehern - Antigen
"It is a cliche, but they also serve, who only stand and wait," Antigen said. "I take it your session with Mr Crosby was not particularly productive? Pity. You are the only conscious survivor and the only one who got even a glimpse of our enemy. I was hoping to add to our rogue's gallery. We know what several of them look like, generally if not specifically. Information is power in this battle. Eventually we will learn enough and the tide will turn in our favour. I have no intention of giving in. 'We have not yet begun to fight', as it were."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Burlington - Scott
Three of the eight had managed to evade the vehicle. Two of them engaged Scott while the other looked to those who had been hit. They had a wide range of injuries, mostly broken bones but one looked as if he'd broken his spine. They all looked far too lively for people who had been run over and were eerily silent.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 am - Dundas - David
David rounded on Hearst. "Do you suffer from instant amnesia or are you just stupid?" he snapped. "Do you have any kind of skill that qualifies you as a scout, scout, scout, scout scout or do you just want to charge into the fight? The plan doesn't change just because because, because we heard a gunshot. In fact, it is more reason for caution, not throwing caution to the wind. Now shut up and follow me. We're still treating this like a trap and I'm planning on going home to bed in a few hours, not dying in Dundas."
The little Malkavian stalked off into the darkness, picking his way as easily as if he could see clearly and leaving the others to follow as best they could.
"Temper," said Angel, nodding towards the dwarf. "Seems just about everybody in this city has more than just one clan in them. I'm a capital 'v' Ventrue and small 't' toreador. He's capital 'm' Malk and small 'b' brujah. Let's hope he can fight like one."
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Thursday April 23 12:45 am - Dundas Woods - Lobo
BP 13 (07) W 5 (4) HtK 7(1) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Lobo opened his eyes and looked up at the Brujah standing over him. "Fuck that hurt" he whispered. In the same quiet tones to avoid detection he asked "Boogie how bad is our situation now?"
stealth 3; subterfuge 2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 AM - Tailgate Charlie's - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Well, Desdemona nothing interesting happening here."
Iggy started to make his way toward the bar's exit.
"Lets try the strip clubs on King. And what is this about potions? Can you read aura's or not?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:43 - 12:45 - Dundas Woods - Boogie
HP=7/7, BP=8/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
Boogie quickly estimated the Sabbat numbers from the shadows and the odd buzzing in his head that's always helped him before. Have to move quick not much time Boogie pulled off his jacket putting it on the prone Lobo and pulled out the cell phone that had been given to him and dialled the first number he recognized in the phone book Angel... fuck it would have to be him as the phone began to ring boogie placed the phone on the ground the connection still open. [Lobo opened his eyes and looked up at the Brujah standing over him. "Fuck that hurt" he whispered. In the same quiet tones to avoid detection he asked "Boogie how bad is our situation now?"] "Too many..." The Gods have obviously decided... "I guess they either felt we were more of a threat than the hunting party or that the hunting party was too much for them to handle" assuming they've stopped talking and gotten their asses out here "Can you... a gangrel I knew back in New York could... I don't know what it’s called... get swallowed by the earth, if you can I'd do it now. And take my jacket, give it to..." Not Scott he seems like good guy but I don't think he'd like the colors... Who was the other Brujah at the meeting last night?... Iggy, yeah it seemed like this war was teaching him the lessons all true sons of Troile eventually learn... sometimes you don't turn the other cheek you kick it and that suits first and foremost are out to save their own asses and everyone else is just tools of their survival "Iggy. You better get gone, their closing in now." Boogie stood shotgun in hand, his bat at his side... quickening the blood in his veins.
OCC 3 bp spent on celerity
HP=7/7, BP=5/13, WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3
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Thursday April 23 12:45 -12:46 am - Dundas Woods - Lobo
BP 13 (07) W 5 (4) HtK 7(1) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Lobo looked up at Boogie attempting to memorize every detail of his face and what they both felt would be his last speech.
"Boogie, Christ man it was a good run and in the short time I think you would have been a great asset to Hamilton. I know I'll always call you brother and honour the Brujahs with the story of this battle."
Lobo put his arms through the large leather jacket and clasp his arms around it. He looked silly with the jacket on backwards but it kept his movements more discrete.
"Give them Hell Boogie and lets hope that Troile and Cain feel fit to honour you tonight."
As he spoke Lobo and the jacket quickly melded into the earth around him, until all trace of him was gone.
OCC 1 BP to meld with Earth - BP 13 (06) W 5 (4) HtK 7(1) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
Angel's cell phone began vibrating in his pocket. He waved David down before answering. "It's Will, one of the New York transplants," he said. "Or at least his phone."
"Go ahead," he answered, giving no details, just in case the phone had been taken and the call list was being gone through. "Hello?"
At first he could hear nothing, then he caught the sound of muted conversation. "I think somebody dropped their phone and it auto-dialed me," he said.
"Let me, me, me, me, me, me hear," said David. After a moment, he looked at the Kindred around him. "We're hearing the last moments of two very brave but stupid men," he said. "If they'd had more patience, they'd still be alive in ten minutes. Keep your ears peeled and head for the sound of gunfire. Angel, I want your ear glued to that phone until somebody hangs it up or until we find it." He began moving up the slope again, with a little more urgency than before.
"come on along, y'all," he said. "We may not be in, in, in, in, in, in, in time to be the cavalry but that doesn't mean we can dawdle."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
"It seems to me that we are in agreement we should move it and keep going. I agree david you are the better scout and point. BU t we should quicken the pace a bit. You are assuming that every one of our family that has ventured into this pit of abyss that the sabbat of claimed here is dead and finished and forever gone from us, Aftyer this we can deal with this you and i as to why you have no hope it seems in anything. I retain some hope that all of them are still alive even if that is a remote chance one in a million odds i will hope for that chance and fight for those odds. I have won battles where i was given less odds of victory then that so do me a favor little man and quit trying to depress everyone with you supposed realist attitude. Let us us move faster to at least give us some hope something to fight vogoursly for other then revenge." Hearst replied obviously disgusted by the automatic assumption that everything was hopeless." I hope not all the leaders in this hamilton city that i am to call home are this devoid of hope and devoid of true leadership capabilities" Hearst was speaking while moving quickly staying up with david and keeping an eye on the rest opf the group.
"hope is a better motivator then vengeance> and untill you prove to me the others are dead and beyond saving that hope is one that i will hold onto and use to fuel my actions and destruction of whatever they throw at us." Hearst then out of the blue yells at teh top of his lungs, " COME GET SOME YOU SABBAT SCUM!!!!.......HAMILTON FAMILY ..... HEARST IS HERE FIGHT AND FIGHT WELL WE WILL MEET IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR ENEMY AND DESTROY THEM COMING AND GOING!!!!!!!!!!" Talking normally again " did i just affect your plans David. I hope soo and i hope the rest heard me either over the phone or my voice carrying opn the wind for now i have given all hamilton hope and given the sabbat an unknown to deal with."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - David
David winced. "Just so you know, I'm damned near deaf because of your bellowing," he said softly. "I have my senses tuned up an notch or three, three, three. I can track like a bloodhound, see in the dark and hear a pin drop or at least I could until that outburst." He sighed. "I realize you are eager for battle, Hearst and I know you want to save your friends but I would rather have the element of surprise on my side, side, side, side not on my enemy's side and I would far rather be pleasantly surprised than I would be utterly crushed and devastated. Fortunately, given the distance involved, based on scent and the possible sound of a shotgun, you are too far from the Sabbat to have given anything away and a cell phone wouldn't broadcast your noise far enough to make a difference. As far as, as far as, as far as, as far as giving the Sabbat an unknown to deal with-" he held up the radio "-I've already offered them five thousand dollars for whoever brings me the head of their leader. So far, they've been silent but I know they have a radio. They were taunting us about playing a game of 'pass the chick' with Xaioqing." He looked at Rory, the young female Gangrel. "Don't worry, my dear. These vampires are all far too new to have learned the trick required to get it up while still staying dead. Rape is the last thing Xiaoqing has to worry about."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Hearst
bp13/13 hp 7/7 wp 5/5
"and if Lobo and boogie are onthe other end of that phone they might have heard and juts may have another reason to fight" Hearst added to what david said
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
"If they're on the other end of the phone, I doubt they'd be able to hear you," Angel said. "I don't think they're near the phone. Somebody must have dropped it."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 AM - Tailgate Charlie's - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Well, Desdemona nothing interesting happening here."
Iggy started to make his way toward the bar's exit.
"Lets try the strip clubs on King. And what is this about potions? Can you read aura's or not?"
Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 AM - Tailgate Charlie's - Des/Nat
The blond haired malkavian looked up at Iggy looking perplexed. "Potions? Potions? Uh... David didn't give me any potions and I don't have aura reading as a proficiency. My skill set allows me to move without trace and to become invisible at will. I think you would need to talk to the Tremere I was with last night or to talk to Emily both of them said they could read aura's. Maybe we can just keep an eye out for pale people. If we see any jump em and bite em and if they taste bad we know we have our bad guys. And well if you don't well least you have had a snack."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 pm - Whitehern - Fia
Fia looked down at her shoes. They too, were splattered with blood.
"Waylon did the best he could with the details I could provide, but no, we don't have a clear picture," she frowned at her feet, "How is Babadora? Will she be okay?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 am. - Vic - Whitehern
BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Vic thumbed through his cell phones directory without pulling it from his pocket, having long since memorized the order of the list, ending on the number of Kevin Smith he dialed the number. " Hi Kevin, its Vic...... I'm in the area of St. Joe's, there's a blue caravan on John Street, near the Marion wing entrance, that may be part of imminent attack on the hospital, if you could contact the security team and inform them, tell them not to take any action yet just increase their readiness. It might be easier for now, as well, if you could give my number to whoever is heading security so they can call me and I can liaise directly with them"......
OCC I assumed colour make and model of the van, let me know if I should change it
OCC edited location as per maxx's direction
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OOC: colour and make of van are fine; the location is not.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 pm - Whitehern - Antigen
"She is as well as can be expected," Antigen said. "She will recover eventually. These things take time, however. Tell me, Fia, did your friend ever call? The one you met at the hospital?" The Prince was careful not to point out that Fia had gone against his specific instructions when she had allowed the Sabbat neonate to escape. There was a slim chance that he still might call her yet and he would rather have her working with him to bring the man in, rather than have her joining him to flee in fear.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:46 AM - Tailgate Charlie's - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy stopped dead on his way to the door.
"So your not an aura reader, eh. I like your idea of just nibbling on the pale ones though." Iggy turned a flashed his pearly whites to Desdemona.
"but let's be honest - Sabbat probably taste as bad as they look - rancid meat. That's assuming we don't nab someone's ghoul - then it would be our own reckoning after this is all over - Protected Kine and such shit, eh."
Iggy started pushing their way to the door again. "So now that we know we are blind-ass fighters. What options other then fighting everyone, or painting a target on our chests can you think of? I guess with that invisibility trick, and a Brujah as bait we could try the second option. What ya think - Gage park and be loud and brazen? Could be fun."
Most eyes in the bar turned as the large man leaving the bar suddenly roared in laughter at his suggestion. Might as well start the loud part right now for the sake of any audience.
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OCC: Maxx not sure what to post --- no action in Lobo's area since post 539 - Lobo's earth meld....
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 pm - Whitehern - Fia
"Not yet," she said delicately, "It's only been a day." All the while, she was thinking,
He better... It looks like my only chance to fix some of this shit...
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OOC: MY bad. I missed the Earth Meld part of the post.
Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Angel
Blood Pool= 7/11 Willpower=3/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3
It didn't take David's supernaturally enhanced hearing to make out the sound of the shotguns. There were just too many too close together for it to be mistake for thunder. It could only be a gun battle. Angel, his ear still glued to the cell phone, got more of a front row seat.
"I can hear Will yelling but I can't make it out," he said. "More battle cry than pain. A lot of guns going off." I'll try to bring him back for you Iggy, just so I can rub it in your face.
"I can see two, two, two, two, two bikes ahead," David said, quickening his pace. "Hearst, if you can get one of them, them, them, them, them started, follow the path. The arrival of a screaming maniac on a bike might give them enough of a shock to let the rest of us come up with a miracle. Just remember, remember, remember, remember that bikes can be replaced but you can't. Ramming speed, boy!, Ramming speed!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 pm - Whitehern - Antigen
"Did he say when he was going to call you?" Antigen asked. He paused, as if thinking of something. "Do you think you could do a good job of describing him to Waylon?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 AM - Tailgate Charlie's
A blue Caravan stopped at the lights at the corner of Jackson and John. The driver seemed to find Iggy rather amusing. One of the passengers seemed to also take interest in the bald Brujah but it wasn't until the van was passing Iggy and Des that the reason became apparent. For the fleetest second, the two vampires on the sidewalk saw a rotting corpse sitting in the back seat. Just for an instant, it seemed that the head turned and looked directly at them with wet weeping eye sockets. Then it looked away and the mini-van sped off towards the red light at John and Main, barely a block away.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Hearst immediately broke into full run to the bikes david had mentioned. " I will try to clear the path for your miracle," Hearst replied breaking into full speed. Aimging for the bikes Hearst intention is to check the bikes for the keys and if the keys are in the ignition of one of the bikes then start the bike and drive. If keys are missing then Hearst just keeps running with shotgun out in each hand, down the path that david pointed out. After reaching bikes intent on making as much noise as loud as he can either on the bike or on foot.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 am - Dundas
Lobo hadn't left his keys and Boogie had hotwired Antigen's bike. He'd left the wires exposed and, although Hearst didn't know the first thing about the Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to restart the bike by twisting the wires together again.
The path was easy to see in the bike's headlight and it wasn't hard to spot the 'Sabbat was here' signpost. There was no mistaking the head that was displayed so brazenly on the stick. Few creatures were as ugly as a Nosferatu. The headless corpse didn't belong to Jerome, however. Boogie and Lobo had at least chalked up one kill before they moved on.
Hearst could see the path the vampires had taken. It wasn't hard to spot. Something in the back of his head was urging caution. The rain and slick ground weren't making handling the street bike in off-road conditions any easier but somewhere at the other end of that slick and muddy path were Hearst's two comrades.
The shooting, however, had stopped.
"I can't hear anything," Angel said, the cell phone still held to his ear.
OOC: And we have another example of Horner luck with Hearst being able to figure out how to hotwire a Harley in the dark, in the rain and with no repair skill......
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 am - Dundas - Hearst
Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7
Hearst was thankful for the weapons he carried and would have to thank Scot if he ever got the chance to later. Making as much noise as he could to draw attention to himself and away from the others both in front of and behind him Hearst continued down the path knowing that eventualy he would find the spot where his 2 family members were. How hard could a battle scene they were involved in be to notice. hearst laughed at that thought. Silently wishing he had been with them for that challenge win or lose it would have been glorious. Loudly Hearst bellowed, " WELL BOYS BETTER LATE THEN NEVER. MY FRIENDS PLEASE LEAVE SOME FOR HEARST TO PLAY WITH. I AM HERE LET'S DANCE."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 AM - Outside of Tailgate Charlie's - Iggy
BP 12 (11) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
And now for the next act. Remembering his lack of a phone Iggy looked to Desdemona, "Desdemona the question is moot now, seems they're revealing themselves. Can you call and let Antigen know about the van be sure to mention our decaying friend. I'll try to see where they go - catch up with me." Kicking in his heightened speed Iggy quickly sprinted to the corner of John and Main, once there he scanned the intersection looking for the blue Caravan.
OCC: 1 BP for celerity BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 pm - Whitehern - Fia
"Way better than with the other guy, definitely," she nodded, "Is that what you want me to do?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 pm - Whitehern - Antigen
"If that is how you feel you can best serve," Antigen said. Behind him a door opened and Chantal stepped in. She whispered something in the Prince's ear. "Unless of course you would rather take the opportunity for a little payback," he continued, almost as if his ghoul hadn't spoken. "Chantal informs me that a van full of Sabbat, including at least one Samedi has been spotted downtown, at John and Main."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 - 1:00am - Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Oh?" Fia's eyes flashed,
Something to keep busy... Violence works...
"No offense to Mr. Crosby but, that sounds like a much better task for me. However, I'll need to grab a bite on the way. Thank you," she said with a bow and left.
In the hallway, she ran into Chantal, "Hey, do you have any weapons?"
"I believe Scott's contacts came through for us," she replied, "this way, if you please," she said ushering Fia into the study.
Fia watched as she effortlessly hauled a large Team Canada hockey bag onto the table, despite her size, "Take what you need."
"Thanks," she nodded to Chantal and opened the bag. Oodles of goodies lay inside. A chainsaw gleamed under the light. Fia chuckled to herself, but chose a more sensible and concealable weapon. The brass knuckles were comfortably heavy in her hands. She replaced the chainsaw and re-zipped the bag.
"Hopefully I can still catch them. Wish me luck," she called behind her as she ran to the door.
She jumped in her van and pulled out onto street and merged into traffic. She pulled out the camera she kept in the glove compartment and tucked it under her leg.
Actively trying not to screw up this time... she thought to herself as she scanned the traffic for the vehicle. She didn't see it, so she kept looking.
This has been a LadyJ/Mooniekate co-post (Thank you we'll be here all week)
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 Dundas
They came at him from all directions but Boogie didn't care. He let out a battle cry and pulled the triggers on both shotguns. The Dragon's Breath lit up the night and two of the Sabbat newbies didn't even have the chance to make a noise as the specialized ammunition snuffed out their candles in a blaze of light. The biker laughed. These childer were no threat to him. He was master of the streets and they were going to learn what it meant to tangle with a Brujah.
He had not time to reload, so he began swinging the shotguns as if they were clubs. He barely felt the blows they rained down on him, didn't even acknowledge the impact of their bullets against his flesh. He was Brujah and they were nothing before the awesome might of his rage.
He raised the shotgun to bring it crushing down upon the head of one foolish vampire who got a little too close but instead of coming up, the gun went down. Boogie paused, looking at the weapon and wondering who's hand it was gripping the barrrel. Then he realized it was his own and wondered why he couldn't feel pain where his arm had been severed at the elbow. He drove the bloody stump into somebody's face, following it up with a crushing blow from his other hand. The butt of the shotgun turned the face to jell-o, the bone beneath to splinters.
The sound of the fight was getting further away, something that made no sense to Boogie. Wasn't he in the middle of it? Somebody jumped on his back and wrapped an arm around his neck. Boogie dropped to one knee and his attacker let out a yell as they flew over his head to sprawl on the ground before him. Two others seized him, trying to force him the rest of the way down. He stood despite their efforts, throwing them aside like children. he laughed at them.
"I am one, alone and you still can't even make me stay on one knee!"
It was the last thing he ever said. The axe that had severed his arm took him in the back of the head and Will “Boogie” Davis went to his Final Death with the corpses of his foes surrounding him and their fellows howling for his blood.
"Drink deep," Drake said, licking the blood from the axe in his hand. "This one will have good strong blood. And somebody bring me some salt. There's a Gangrel here and he's going to stay down until we want him to come back up."
"I can see a light coming," somebody said. "Looks like a motorcycle."
Drake indicated two of the survivors. "You two, take him down. It could only be another one of these stupid Camarilla morons. Even if it's Kine, we could all use a bite after this."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 -1:00 am -Downtown Hamilton
The minivan Iggy was chasing made an illegal left turn, down the bus lane by Gore Park. The sprinting Brujah made it to the corner to see the van turn again, onto James Street, which would take it back towards the mountain. By the time he reached that corner, it was just dropping out of view to head under the tracks for the GO station.
Unwilling to give up, Iggy continued the chase, knowing that the Sabbat was likely playing with him. He came upon the van parked by the entrance to the Go Station, a parking meter happily chirping away the half hour that was left on it. If they'd gone inside, they had bitten off more than they could chew. Donna was inside and she wasn't alone.
A bullet riddled Animal Control van pulled up beside Iggy. Inside was Fia, still bloody from her previous encounter with the Sabbat but certainly unbowed.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:00am - Downtown Hamilton - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Well, hey there," Fia chuckled as she slid out of the driver's side door, camera in one hand, the gleam of the brass knuckles in the other, "Following the same trail? I have to eat before I go in, lest I repeat last night's debacle."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:48 Dundas - Hearst
wp 5/5 hp 7/7 bp 13/13
Still making as much noise as possible Hearst. Thinking about what david said. Bikes can be replaced..... Hearst got off the bike and revved it to the most it could go while he held it standing beside it, when it was as much as he could hold he let the bike go. knowing it would not go far but it would make a noise and a a scene. Thinking to himself i dont think the boys would have gone too far from their bikes so i should be seeing signs or hearing something at some point soon and I know i can fight probably better then most but this is not a primary fight of winning, this is me giving david time and hopefully boogie and lobo time as well. I am the tank that draws the fire and distracts for david's miracle. while still jogging forward but away from where the bike would have stopped hearst check both shotguns making sure they are loaded and both tang blades are ready for use when the shotguns were empty. Confident the weapons were ready and his mind moved into fighting mode from his past, Hearst Bellowed , " HERE I AM YOU SABBAT SCUM I AM TIRED OF WAITING FOR YOU, I AM THE ONE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, AND COME GET SOME!!!" Letting out a snarling ferocious growl remembering that most of them out here would be new to there state of unlife and might be easily intimidated. " THIS WOLF IS READY TO BITE BACK. YOU COWARDLY PUPS!!!!!
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:01 AM - Outside GO station - Iggy
BP 12 (10) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
As Fia got out of the her van Iggy unconsciously growled and stepped back from the diablabrist. As quick as it started the large brujah swallowed his snarl and smiled at Fia. Although now friendly he still kept his distance.
"Fia great timing - sure you top yourself up and maybe give Desdemona a quick call to let her know where I am. And while your grabbing lunch I'll just satisfy my curiosity."
Iggy approached the Econoline, stepped up to the rear van door and peered in. Empty. Iggy yanked on the handle. "Locked! Figures - Torontians are so sure we want their shit they'd padlock their asses if they could. But then no lock ever stopped a Hamiltonian." Iggy kicked in his potence and put his hammer through the door's window. Reaching in he unlocked the door. He looked over at Fia, grinned and opened the door. Confirming the van was empty he jumped in - a few minutes with the hammer against the steering column and the would be get-way vehicle was impounded as surly as if it was booted.
OCC 1 BP for Potence BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:01am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia raised her eyebrows as Iggy's hammer went through the window, but returned the grin.
"Be careful," she said as she pocketed the brass and camera and pulled out her phone. As she dialed, she scanned the parking lot for a quick meal.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:02 am - Outside GO Station
On a rain night in Hamilton, there were few people lingering on the streets and even fewer willing to remain in an area where somebody was demolishing the interior of a parked minivan. If Fia was going to get something to eat, she was going to have to look either farther afield or enter the GO Station and go into direct competition with the Sabbat, who were most likely trying to turn the late night travelers into their own personal snack bar.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 1:02AM - Outside the go station - Des/Nat
The Malkavian had left like a bat out of hell. She had her marching orders and had done her best to try and dial Antigen while run and try to keep up with the over zealous Brujah.
"Shit shit fuck fuck!" She breathed heavily as she ran down the street and was greeted by the Princes ghoul. She relayed the information as if she were a cop in hot pursuit of a fugitive giving the time sighting and en route position.
She dashed across the road as she began to lose sight of her partner in crime in time to be clipped by a cab.
The impact was hard enough to knock her down and her cellphone flew out of her hands and across the road where it was sadly run over by a passing bus that was on its last trip of the night before it went back to the garage.
Natalie lay there for a moment stunned and pissed off. The cabbie came out of his cab into the rainy night and was on a cell phone talking in some language to someone before he knelt down to ask her if she could get up.
She lay there wishing that it would stop hurting and it did after sometime. But she felt hungry... At his question she looked unsure. The cabby had only been too happy to lend her a hand up telling her she didn't look to bad.
Nat was not really in the greatest of moods. This gaming group she had joined was insane. they did everything to the extreme and she was still trying to adjust. And her player had run off on her how the fuck was she supposed to get back into the game.
With a growl she actually bit the cabbie her mind doing its best to blot out her true nature. She took about a pint before licking the wound shut and stood up wiping the back of her hand across her pouty lips.
The blonde vampire waved the cabbie away not bothering to stop she walked almost in a trance down the street focusing on the path and last direct line of distance she had seen Iggy.
She eventually found it. It had been the sound of glass and metal smashing and she found her team mate.
"Hey Iggy I relayed the info like you asked." Des replied she the fall into the rainy street had soaked her from head to toe giving her a rather drowned lost waif look. "But a fucking cabbie hit me and a bus ran over my god damned cell phone. So whats the purpose of this? This part of our missing objective? I thought we were supposed to be hunting dead people?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:02am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia snapped her phone shut and tucked it back into her pocket. She pulled out her puffy, black Animal Control jacket from the van and handed it to the dripping former teammate, and pulled out a sweater for herself. She could at least cover some of the blood.
"The last bus is coming in now. It looks like my only chance, so I'll be back,"
She walked to the shelter and waited on a bench as the bus pulled up and people started to file out. The crowd eventually thinned as people were picked up in cars and cabs.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:04 am - A bench Outside GO Station
Fia wasn't the only one waiting for a free meal but unlike Fia, the Sabbat kindred wasn't waiting for the crowd to thin. He forced his way onto the GO bus, through the disembarking passengers and with a casual disregard that was frightening, sank his fangs into the driver's throat. He was obviously new at the task, because a spray of bright crimson covered part of the windshield, obscuring the scene from view.
Then again, it wasn't as if Fia needed a visual to know what was happening.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:04am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia was pushed back as people ran from the horrific display.
Some people... Patience is a virtue.
She slid her one hand in her pocket, slipping the knuckles on, throwing up her other to her mouth and whistled, hoping to alert her companions.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:04 - 1:07 AM - Outside GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Hey Desdemona, thanks. Fia is here too, she's just ..." Iggy's explanation was interrupted by a shrill high-pitched whistle from inside the Go Station. "That's a police whistle - animal services uses the same type - Fia's calling for help. Ready to rumble Desdemona?" Iggy jumped out of the disabled van and headed toward the sound at full speed. Iggy looked back at Desdemona with a large grin on his face "Lets pray we can hold until the calvary shows up, eh!" As Iggy disappeared onto the bus station platform his laughter echoed back to the young kindred behind him.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07 AM - Outside GO station - Des
"Oh crap here we go." She replied as she muttered to herself and followed Iggy. She hadn't been explained the combat rules and was horribly nervous. Licking her lips she followed while rummaging around in her duffel bag looking for an ideal weapon. Perhaps the wooden stakes? She thought to herself. After all they were supposed to be hunting vampires.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:05-1:07am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
As Fia tried to force her way through the frightened cattle, her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"Oh for fuck sake!" she cried as she dug in her pocket. It came up Unknown Name Unknown Number.
"Hello?" she grunted as she took an elbow to the rib.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station
"I'm hoping this the correct number and that the person I am speaking with happens to be a rather tall leggy dark haired lady that I might have met at a hospital a few days back..." Came the reply from the phone as screaming people pushed past Fia.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Uh... Yeah, that sounds like me," Fia yelped as someone stepped on her foot, "Wait a minute... Is this... Chaz?" She stopped abruptly, amid the chaos, and stuck her finger in her other ear.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station -
"Yeah that would be me. I'm touched you remembered me. So who you got over for dinner?" He asked sounding vaguely amused. "As a side note I'm getting used to this dead and loving it but my room mates looking a bit peaked and I have to admit the girls on campus haven't been particularity memorable. I had a few quick questions I wanted to ask you if you had a moment."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Well, I'm kind of in the thick of it right now," she glanced at the bus, "But I'd love to get together for a chat." She checked her watch.
"How about you call me back at, say, 3:00, and we can go over the details?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station -
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. By then I'm sure I'll have found something to eat, but alas none that likely tastes as sweet as you ma petite chou. Well until three A.M. my dear. I guess i will have to suffer silently for your sage wisdom." Chaz replied with a soft chuckle before the phone went dead in Fia's ear.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia blinked and tucked her phone back in her pocket.
That guy has a definite timing problem...
She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. The crowd was gone but there were still people stuck on the bus.
"Hey! Don't make me lace you, buddy!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station
The vampire in the bus looked up at Fia, gave her the finger and sunk his teeth back into the driver's neck. The man looked like he was dead already.
"Hey, Knuckles!" cried a voice from the the door into the GO station. "Catch!" A small object skittered across the ground towards Fia's feet. It looked like a small black pineapple.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:07am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Oh... shit,"
Fia's wolf eyes went wide. She picked it up to throw it and felt plastic. Fake, probably Dollarama, well-made for a child's toy.
"Can I have a nice night for once?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:50 am - Dundas
The motorcycle made a grand distraction and certainly attracted the attention of one of the Sabbat newbies. The vampire checked the fallen bike, then moved towards where he thought the rider might have fallen. The second vampire, no older but certainly wiser, kept to the shadows, in case the bike was bait for a trap.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:50 am - Dundas - Hearst
hp7/7 wp 5/5 bp 13/13
Noticing which one showed more intelligence Hearst decides that his first target is the sabbat that held back abit. Killing that one will put this not so smart one on edge. As soon as hearst is within range of the shotguns he opens up on the chosen sabbat vampire. UNload the shotguns on the first victim and then us the tangs on the seocnd is the plan running through hearst head. Also a much better chance of keeping second alive for david to decide what to do with him.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas
The vampire intending to be the predator was shocked to discover that he was instead doomed to be the prey. An echoing boom of thunder covered the sound of the shotguns as they went off but the muzzle flash was not so easily concealed. From the other side of the path the 'bait' vampire opened fire with a gun of his own, the staccato crack crack crack or an automatic pistol paling beside the fury of nature and the awesome power of the shotguns. Equally lacking was an impressive effect. The only thing Hearst felt was water falling from above as the bullets shook it loose from the leaves as it passed.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08 am - Outside GO Station
The vampire with the fake grenade laughed and ducked back inside the GO Station only to reappear a moment later, flying through the door. A familiar one armed figure followed him through the ruined doorway, her hair flying and her face a mask of fury.
"Ríase de eso, ramera de puta!"
She kicked him again before he could rise and even at that distance Fia could hear ribs snapping.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:50 am - Dundas - Hearst
hp7/7 wp 5/5 bp 13/13
ooc: did the first vampire fall and is it motionless on the ground?
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia winced slightly at the sound. It was sickening and satisfying at the same time.
"Donna!" she called to the Brujah, "Thanks! I'm going for this one."
She turned and made her way for the bus, knuckles-a-flyin'.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:50 am - Dundas
OOC: Yes, the vampire fell but given the conditions it is difficult to tell if it stopped moving completely
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station
The vampire on the bus finally looked up to face Fia. "You're looking pretty fucking tasty too," he said with a bloody leer. "I don't know where I want to bite first, your throat, your tits or your pussy."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
She stopped where she was and held her arms out. "Take your pick, fucker!" Fia roared, teeth bared.
"When I'm done with you not even the boys in the slam will want to touch that ass," Fia chuckled.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station
Unfortunately for Fia, his pick turned out to be highly effective. He came out of the bus far faster than she expected, far faster than was humanly possible. He closed the distance between them and before she could stop him, his teeth were buried in the flesh of her shoulder.
He'd split the difference between throat and breast and settled for a spot in between.
(-2 HP Fia)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Howling with fury, Fia grabbed a handful of the vamp's hair and tried to feed a few shots to his head.
"Why the hell does everyone wanna EAT ME?"
(OOC: str 4 dex 3 1 bp for potence 2 pips + fortitude 1 pip. I did my homework...)
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:50 am - Dundas - Hearst
hp7/7 wp 5/5 bp 13/13
With target one seemingly down at least for the moment, hearst turns to the second one and unloads whatever is left in the shotguns. he charges the sabbat standing there, letting the shotguns fall to hang on their slings and pulls out the tangs, bellowing at the top of his lungs, "I am right her you cowardly dumb pup, you look for prey and found the hungry wolf, too bad for you." charging in a line towards the second sabbat vampire so that Hearst always has his standing opponent between him self and where the first fell,,,,,,, just in case the first victim gets up or more come. Closing in so that this opponent can see the natural smile on hearst's face a smile of excitement, confidence and adrenaline rush but no fear. "come boy lets do this."
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OOC: It is impossible to keep the standing vampire between you and the fallen one unless you circle wider around the standing vampire....
Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas
From a distance in the darkness, the pistol wasn't particularly effective. Up close, against an opponent armed with blades it was far more effective, especially in the hands of a man with a history of armed robbery. He waited for Hearst to close so that he could be sure of the shot.
"Say Goodnight, Gracie," he said and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck Hearst squarely in the sternum, possibly a killing shot if he'd been human and considerably more than a flesh wound for a Kindred. It staggered the Ventrue but didn't stop him or his blades. They shredded the jacket the man wore but without the spray of blood it was difficult to tell how badly the Sabbat was injured.
A little further down the slope, David paused but only slightly. "Hurry along children," he said, quickening his own invisible pace. "Something has taken the bait, bait, bait, bait bait. Damn!"
(-4 HP to Hearst. Unknown damage to his opponent)
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OOC: I must have misunderstood the description of the map setting in my head ..ok cool
: did you remember to use my 3 points of fortitude when rolling soak damage dice?
Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas
bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 3/7
Laughing hearst replies, " Maybe your master should have taught you better before sending you to the wolves. Now, my name is not Gracie, is yours because it is most definitely past your bed time little boy. Time to goto sleep." Hearst moves in to finish this standing victim off.
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OOC: There were a lot of ones that came up on your roll. The Horner luck did not hold the line this time...
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas
The Sabbat vampire backpedaled, trying to use the darkness to his advantage. The ground was slippery with rain and the mud made for uncertain footing. At home behind the pistol, he wasn't at home in the woods. Hearst pursued him, his blade cutting another slice into the man's torso. This time there was a satisfying sensation of steel cutting flesh behind the blow.
It didn't stop him from firing again, however and Hearst felt the bullet sear across his cheek, narrowly missing his eye.
-1 HP to Hearst, unknown damage to his opponent
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas - Hearst
wp 5/5 bp 13/13 hp 2/7
Hearst continues coldly and calculated to finish off this opponent as if he were another opponent from his cage fighting days.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy watched the Sabbatt speed out off the bus unto Fia. Chuckling still to himself Iggy closed the distance and swung his sledge at the Sabbat's side hoping the impact would dislodge the foul creature from his fellow Hamiltonian. "That not a nice way to address a lady," looking at Fia he added, "are we just killing this one or are you still hungry?"
OCC Celerity and Potence are kicked in still.
(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp267/hurricanus/iggyelmwood.jpg)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Hey! It's not like I did it on purpose!" she growled as she continued to struggle, punching willy nilly. "I am not a Pixie Stick!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:09 AM - Bus Platform GO station
OOC: Iggy is using a hammer, not an axe.
Iggy's hammer swung down hard but even as the Brujah prepared for the shudder of the impact, he felt the weight change. The wedge holding the head on must have been loosened by the night's events because the head of the hammer flew off in a low arc, bouncing once before skittering to a stop against Donna's shin. She swore once, grabbed the piece of iron and proceeded to use it to pummel her already badly battered opponent with barely a change in the rhythm of her punching.
<(cough) Botch (cough)>
Fia's flurry of flying fists finally forced her foe away but didn't seem to deter him. He grinned, her blood running down his chin. "You're fiesty. I like that." There was something compelling about his eyes, something that made Fia want to stand stock still, like a bird frozen by the hypnotic gaze of the snake that had come upon it unawares. "Life on this side of the fence ain't so bad. You'd like it with us. Nobody giving you shit about who you eat." He was moving, trying to keep away from Iggy without taking his eyes off of Fia.
OOC: Fia, you cannot look away or move unless you spend Willpower.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas
Hearst was fading but only in strength, not in spirit. His enemy was a bully, used to those who cowered from his guns but intimidated by those who had courage. His fear could be head in his voice. "Why won't you fucking die?"
He pulled the trigger again, his eyes flashing white in the lightning as Hearst's weapons came down. To Hearst's ears it sounded as if there were two shots not one and he felt the impact along his arm before he felt anything in his chest. He was falling into darkness but he was sure his enemy was falling as well.
David caught the Ventrue as he was falling, silently cursing the fact that he was too late. Behind him came Angel, the barrel of his gun still smoking faintly. Although he would never admit it, Angel was astonished that he'd managed to make the shot. He kept the weapon trained on the fallen Sabbat while Rory searched around for a piece of wood to drive through his heart.
"We can always just kill him later if we don't need him, him, him, him, him, him," David said, nodding. "But if he moves before you stake him, blow his head off. Stay with Hearst and make sure that other one is dead too. I'm going to scout, scout, scout ahead."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:09am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia stopped, eyes wide. Fear coursed its way through her. She had to fight it.
Can't move... Shit! ...Help...
(1 willpower point used)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:08 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
The sledge clattered to the pavement. Iggy looked at the wooden shaft, shrugged, aimed roughly for the heart and slammed it through the Sabbatt's chest, - with something as large as the hammer shaft a near miss would work. "Sorry, Fia technical difficulties, guess that leaves us just the one option. But staking seems so much less fun, maybe he'll twitch for us anyway, eh."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:09am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia's shoulder throbbed. Blood was still pouring out. She put pressure there, even though she knew it wasn't going to do any good.
"Do you think this might be my Karma?" she asked with a chuckle, face grim, "At this rate, I'll never reach Nirvana."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:09am - Outside GO Station - Nat
Nat rushed up to watch Iggy and Fia going at it with the kindred. She looked over to Donna who was busily taking her frustrations out on a guy on the ground. Unsure of what to do she looked to the vampires around her. "Uh you guys want me to scope out inside to make sure theres no baddies in there if you guys got things under control?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:10 AM - Bus Platform GO station
The Sabbat vampire seemed to collapse under Iggy's blow but straightened with a laugh. "Wiffer!" he jeered, trying to hide the tear is his shirt that Iggy's savage thrust had left behind. His ribs were smarting but the wound wasn't serious. "Hey, doll, you should lose the bald guy and the kid and come talk with us. You'd learn a few things about the lies your leaders have told you. It would make your fucking hair curl."
He was trying to find a place that allowed him to keep an eye on each of the four Sabbat vampires on the platform. Donna was making short work of his back-up and he really didn't like the odds.
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:51 am - Dundas - Hearst
at this point Hearst would use blood points to heal as much as possible for as long as he could before the group needed to move again
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OOC: Figured as much. It's an automatic action, once you're unconcious as long as you have blood points in your pool. If you don't have enough to wake up, you drop into torpor.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:09 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Some dogs don't know when to lie still." Iggy removed the axe handle form the hole in the Sabbatt chest. "Heart didn't work, guess I'll just have to remove the brains." And with that Iggy rained two solid (Celerity & potence is still up) cracks to the back of the Sabbatt's head.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:10am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Des, stay with us for now," she said, taking a cautious step towards her. She threw a glance at the Brujah leader.
"Closer to her. Not too close."
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:55 am - Dundas
David returned just as Hearst was starting to stir. "We have dead, dead, dead to carry," he said, shaking his head. "I found the New York biker. He's been drained. I also found signs that they, they, they, they, they killed the Nosferatu, Jeromy." He looked at Hearst and ruffled the Ventrue's hair. "Good, good, good, good, good to see you're still with us. I wasn't sure we were going to catch up in time. Oh, and you can hang up now, Angel. I found the phone. It's been put to good use."
The Malkavian shook his head. "I still don't know where Lobo is. It didn't look like they were taking him with them. I've got some more solid information though, which means we need to get back to the Prince. I hope nobody stops us on the way back into Hamilton, because we're going to be loading your truck up with bodies, Angel. How far up this way can you get it?"
"It's a 4x4," Angel answered. "I can park it where you're standing."
"Then do it," David said. "Take Rory with you for back-up. I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll stay here with Hearst and make sure he's okay until you get back."
(Hearst is at 1 HP and has a BP of 7 at the moment)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11am - Outside GO Station
He was fast enough to evade the first blow but not the second. The Sabbat vampire reeled backwards. "Fuck, man! I'm trying to have a conversation with the lady, so back the fuck off!" He locked his eyes on Iggy and the Brujah came to a dead stop, falling into the endless depths of the other vampire's eyes, unable to move, unable to break away, unable to do anything but look endlessly into those fascinating eyes....
(Hurricanus, just like Fia, you will have to burn Willpower to perform any action, for as long as the Sabbat is maintaining eye contact. You can speak but not move.)
"This violence is senseless," said a voice from a shadowed doorway. "There is a more dangerous enemy for all of us than the opposing sects. If we fight each other, we weaken both sides and in doing so guarantee our enemies victory. In the absence of greater authority, I ask you all to stop fighting so we can speak civilly." The words were almost lost amid the scuffle but they were audible to those who chose to listen.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11am - Outside GO Station - Des
The blond Malk looked around her hand now held a stake but she glanced around. "Uh what do we want to do. We have the phantom of the opera asking for a time out and some dick trying to eat you Fia."
Des gripped the stake tighter. "You gonna tell your friend to place nice Mr. Cause shes not on the menu."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia felt a warm tingle towards her crazy little friend. Her eyes darted between Iggy and Some Dick, which she decided was perfectly suitable for him, thinking frantically about how she was going to get herself out of this. And get a meal. And meet Chaz...
Oh, crap! I still have to make up for that one...
"Civilly... Sounds like a big fat trap to me," she blew an errant strand of indigo out of her eyes, "What's with the we? Who are you to us?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:12am - Outside GO Station - Sam
"I am as you are," the voice said and the speaker almost stepped out of the doorway and into the light but didn't quite come forward enough to show himself. "We are Kindred of the later generations and if we continue to weaken each other, we will be prey for those who are beginning to stir in their long forgotten graves. The blood of the Kine will not sustain them. It is our blood, yours and mine that will go to glut their hunger. I was opposed to this invasion from the beginning and now that I am free of my keeper, I can do what we should have done in the first place; speak out like the civilized person I am. Don't waste your time with the hatchling snake. He hasn't been one of us long enough to know the truth."
"What the fuck are you trying to do, Sam?" the Sabbat neonate cried, almost but not quite breaking eye contact with Iggy. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"My dear boy, haven't you figured it out? You're already dead."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy stared transfixed at the Sabbat in front of him. Paralysed as he was Iggy's mind raged at his attacker. His body trembled from the Brujahian struggle to force his body into motion. Iggy concentrated all his will on just one action - swinging the sledge hammer into the face staring at him. With all that is Iggy, the big Brujah pushed his arm into action.
I must swing! I will swing! Once more!
OCC: Iggy burns one willpower point to complete his planned swing
BP 12 (9) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:30 - 12:55 a.m. - - Xiaoqing - - Dundas
HP: 2 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 9 (13) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao awoke and found herself sitting in a chair; bound, gagged, hungry and total pissed off. It took a moment for her to realize that the chair she was tied to was sitting in her own living room.... that just made her even more pissed. She could hear people moving around but her vision was still too fuzzy to really get a good look at them. A cold breeze hit her as the front door opened and then closed. It was then that she realized that she had been stripped down to her bra and panties. Then the pain hit her; not just from where the tree branch had gone through her chest and back but all over her arms and legs as well. After a moment her vision had cleared enough that she could take stock of her situation. And it didn't look good. She could make out at least 5 outlines moving around the house, one was definitely the big bastard that had staked her. Xiao squeezed her eyes shut for a minute then opened them again. This time her vision was clear, at least clear enough to make out faces. Looking down at her own body she noticed the dozens of bite marks covering her. The bastards had been snacking on her. A strangled growl escaped her throat. She tested the ropes binding her wrists and got lucky, they broke away with just a little bit of effort. No one was paying her any attention so she quietly leaned down and undid her ankles. Then she took the gag from her mouth, braced herself and bolted for the back door.
Xiao was a good 100 yards from the house before she heard the cries of alarm go up. She steeled herself and put on an extra burst of speed and headed straight for the hill that was on the other side of the train tracks. Leaping over the tracks in a single jump, she reached the hill and was at least half way up before the Sabbat made it to the bottom. She didn't bother looking back but kept climbing, rocks and sticks cutting into her bare flesh. As she made it to the top she heard a call from below, "Go ahead and run little one. We will catch you again and you won't fair so well next time." The tone in that voice sent a chill through her. Just before she headed down the other side of the hill and into the woods Xiao took a quick look back and saw her pursuers turning around. That was something she had not expected, she had thought they would run her to ground. Not that she was complaining.
She headed into the woods and made for the general direction she had last seen the rest of her team. Before she had gone more than a dozen feet she had to stop as it was too damn dark to see. She growled again and then her eyes started to glow red and she could see just fine. Xiao headed off again at a fast trot dodging low hanging branches and large rocks. As she grew closer to the area where she had gone down she started to hear gunshots ring out. "It's about time back up showed up," she fairly spat. She increased her speed and angled towards the sounds of fighting, not making any efforts to conceal her approach. When she was close enough to be heard clearly she called out to her fellow kindred, "Think one of you gentlemen could lend a lady your jacket?" She wasn't watching where she was going and almost stepped on the salt that had been poured on the ground. Xiao jumped back just in time, "God damn it all to hell! Who the hell poured all this damn salt on the ground?"
She made a wide berth around the area covered in salt and went to join the rest of the Hamilton crew. There were several new faces in the mix but she didn't have time for that right now. "It's good to see all of you. David," she made a slight bow even though he was not of her clan and definatly not her elder. "Those damn bastards have taken over my haven."
(occ: 1 bp spent of gleam of red eyes)
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Thursday April 23rd, 12:55 - 1:10 a.m. - - Dundas - - David
They all turned with weapons ready to confront the new threat but they were relieved to see that it was one of their own, rather than one of the Sabbat. Perhaps they had only lost two that night, rather than three.
"Salt?" the Malkavian asked, frowning. Then is eyes flew open wide. "Jesus Christ on a crutch, crutch, crutch, crutch, crutch, crutch, crutch, crutch, clear it away! They salted the ground so whoever is down there can't come back up! It's probably Lobo!"
Angel shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Xiaoqing. It wasn't going to make digging any easier and she needed it for modesty's sake, if not for warmth. He couldn't help but notice the smooth curve of her legs and how the myriad of bite marks marred them. "Rain is soaking it into the ground," he said. "It's going to be hard to make sure we clear it all."
"That is one of ours down there," David said, scooping up handfuls of salty dirt. "We are going to get him, him, him, him, him, him, him out of there."
"I said hard, not impossible," Angel shot back, digging like a dog. "Rory, you keep an eye on our dead guys and make sure they stay that way? Hearst, if you're not too badly hurt can you give us a hand? We just need to clear the soil that is mixed with salt."
Their hands were torn by the time they hit dry earth, where the water had not yet drawn the salt down to sterilize the soil and prevent the passage of a vampire attempting to meld with the earth. The Sabbat hadn't known exactly where Lobo had descended so they'd spread the salt liberally, if thinly, over a wide area. The patchiness made it easier to clear the salt away but it was still hard work.
"He should be able to come up, up, up, up, up, up, if he has a mind to," David said. "I suppose we can wait a few. In the meantime, I'm going to call in and let the Prince know we've got Xaioqing back and we know where they're holed up. Maybe he'll send a ghoul squad to watch the place until dawn." He looked at the Gangrel. "You look like you've had a rough night. Are you, you, you, you, you, you okay?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:12 AM - Bus Platform GO station
"Fucking Hell!" the vampire screamed, staggering away from Iggy and holding his head. His knees almost buckled but he stayed on his feet. "Fucking bitch lied to me!" His choice of direction for staggering was poor. It took him right into Donna, who did nothing more than pause in her pounding of the wet puddle on the concrete long enough to shove him back towards Iggy.
"Children, play nice," came the soft voice form the doorway again. "Killing each other is not the answer."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:10 a.m. - - Xiaoqing - - Dundas
HP: 2 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 8 (13) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao excepted the jacket that Angel handed her and slipped into it. "Thank you Angel." As they started to clear away the salted earth she took a couple steps backwards, trying to keep as far away from the stuff as possible. Finally they were through, their hands looking much the worse for wear. Her mind had slipped into neutral, not really thinking about anything at all. So when David spoke to her she jumped just a little. "I will be fine David. Even better once those Sabbat scum are out of my house."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:12 a.m. - - Dundas - - David
"We'll, we'll, we'll, we'll get to it as soon as we can," David said. "Don't worry about stepping on the salt. It only causes a problem when you try to meld through it. They say there are still thousands of Kindred stuck in torpor beneath the battlefields of old Carthage, trapped there because they sewed the fields with salt during the day. Supposedly it was so that nothing could be grown there but there are other things that salt did."
He paused, holding up a finger. "Chantal? Let the Prince know that we have recovered Xaioqing. The Sabbat have holed up in her hose for the moment." He looked up at the half naked Gangrel. "How many did you see?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:12am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia glowered at the voice, "You want a powwow? You talk to her," she pointed to Donna, who was still making her mush.
She swung at the staggering vamp, hissing and spitting.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:13 am - Outside GO Station
Fia sent the vampire spinning. "Jesus Christ," he roared. "What does a guy have to do to get a break around here?" He had obviously lost his taste for the fight and seemed far more interested in getting away.
"I would talk to her but she seems rather preoccupied and I know better than to try and interrupt a frenzying Brujah," the voice continued. "That is why I am speaking to the three of you, while your leader plays with her prey. It is we, the underlings, that need to know the truth because your leaders are keeping it from you and mine seem bent only on conquest and feathering their caps. Hamilton is a jewel that might make a fine adornment but when it adorns a lifeless corpse amid a field of similar corpses, it loses its lustre."
"Sam, a little less talking and a little more helping!" snapped the stricken vampire.
"I'm trying to help," Sam replied. "I'm trying to stop this ridiculous fight."
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thursday April 23rd, 1:13 a.m -- Hearst -- Dundas
hp ?/7 wp 5/5 bp ?/13
Hearst helps diggin of the salted earth gladly. Struggling through regardless of any pain that still lingers. As soon as the diggin is done Hearst goes back to using blood [points to heal himself as much as possible. I will need to feed soon.
ooc i do not know how long i was able to heal since the last posting putting me at 1 hp 7 bp left... so back to healing i go unless i have either healed fully or have used all my blood pool
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OOC: Going below 3 points in your blood pool puts you in serious danger of frenzy....
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ooc then i would use 4 more bp tp heal
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
As the Sabbatt kindred stumbled in Donna Iggy felt the ability to move return. "Asshole Snake charmers" the Brujah muttered. "Fia dinner's about to be served!" as he swung his axe handle aiming for back of the knees of the staggering vampire.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:14 am - Outside GO Station
The stricken vampire's knees crumpled and he tried to crawl away. His wounds were visibly closing but not as fast as they were being inflicted. There was an audible sigh from the doorway and Sam stepped out into the light. He reached down to lay a protective hand on the shoulder of the beaten vampire. "I really would prefer that we deal with this in a civilized manner," he said. "And obviously now you know why I was so reluctant to leave the cover of darkness."
The hand that rested on the Setite's shoulder was barely more than bone and raw muscle. The face was even less flesh, with no nose and barely any skin or muscle on the cheeks. It was a wonder that he could even speak understandably, since there was nothing but the ruins of a mouth which displayed brown and decaying teeth. Watery orbs moved to look at Fia and Iggy in turn. "So many judge based solely on appearance," he said. "Am I going to be disappointed again or are you going to prove to be more enlightened than the others I have met in the past?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:14am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I've seen worse," Fia rolled her eyes, "I'm a little too hypo to care." However she would never look at jerky the same way again.
She turned to Iggy, "Can we snap her out of that?" motioning to Donna.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Des
Des's fingers closed around the stake in her hand staring at Sam. She had been overwhelmed by the realism of the combat system that they used trying to figure out how it looked so real yet managed to be in the realm of fantasy.
"Holy fucking sheep balls!" She exclaimed as she looked at Samdi. She paused frozen in abject horror before shaking her head. "What a fucking freaky make up job." She whispered finally to Fia.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Oh, Pumpkin..." she said, shaking her head. She turned her attention back to Sam. "I'm listening... Please continue."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"That's up her." Iggy said sparing a quick look at Donna. "But I'm not going to interrupt to ask her either. As to talk sure - but we are the wrong people - our say is SHIT! Surrender and I'll turn ya over to the Prince. I'm certain he'd love to talk with ya some. Maybe about the dead mothers and infants that were slaughtered at Mac last night. Seems handy to yell truce now that your ass is on the line."
Iggy place a kick to the crawling vampire's side, " Sit and Stay dog! I'm talking the finer point of house breaking with you're master here."
Returning his attention to the Samedi, "Don't bother with the lecture on stupidity - I am a Brujah after all and you Nos types are to wordy anyway. I just need a simple 'I surrender' and we can stop fighting and transport ya to the Prince."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Thank puppies and Christmas... I like his idea much better.
"He's right. The only way you're going to be heard is by the Prince," she nodded, "So, what's your decision?"
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"I am not a Nosferatu," Sam said. "And I may have been embraced at night but it was not last night. I will gain nothing from surrendering to you except perhaps a very painful Final Death. As far as you having no say, your Prince only has the degree of power over you that you allow him.” The Samedi took a pointed step between Iggy and the whipped cur that was curled for protection at Sam’s feet. He looked frail, even rotten but his intention was more than clear. “And Brujah though you may be, Ignacio D’Ambrosio, I must insist that-“
Sam’s words were drowned out by a low rumbling that seemed to make the very ground shudder. A light was growing in the north and, even in the southern shadow of the bus station, it was beginning to brighten the night sky.
It swelled and grew, travelling through the ground and through the air. Windows shattered as the pressure wave struck them and the very building shook as if struck by an earthquake. The people fared little better than the windows, their bodies tossed about like so many rag dolls. Bones broke, skin was torn open by shards of glass or concrete and still the sound and the light grew until the night was as bright as day and a towering ball of flame rose up into the sky, first white, then yellow before fading to orange and red and then finally the black of exhausted flames.
Sound came back on a wave of air that returned to fill the vacuum created by the blast. It was a chorus of horns as car alarms of every description made their presence known in a futile attempt to protect shattered cars. Screams of pain and wails of fear were next, cries in a darkness made more terrible by the brilliance of a few moments ago. Even safety lights, meant to operate in the absence of electricity were dark, their bulbs shattered like so many fragile soap bubbles.
People were starting to move in the settling dust but the dead and dying far outnumbered the living. There wasn't a single light visible anywhere and the rainclouds blocked even the faint light of the moon and the stars. Sam staggered to his feet and looked down at the corpse of the vampire that had been flayed open by glass from the shattered windows, a vampire he had been prepared to protect from Iggy. He shook his head as if trying to clear it and said something to the Camarilla vampires that their still ringing ears couldn't hear, before he stumbled back into the bus stationand was swallowed by the darkness inside.
“What the fuck was that?” asked Donna.
OOC: Everyone is at -2 Health due to the shockwave and the flying glass.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia groaned as she rolled onto her side. Pain shot throughout her body. All the little cuts burned as if someone had poured salt all over her.
Ow... At this rate I'm not going to last much longer...
Shaking glass out of her hair, she pushed herself up. She looked around wide-eyed, surveying the damage. Bodies scattered, blood and glass confetti.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15 AM - Bus Platform GO station - Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (5) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy picked himself up. A kick to the now dead kindred just to make sure - why can't we flame up like the movies - damn less questions - wouldn't want the dead walking.
Seeing the Samedi had taken the opportunity to book it Iggy answered Donna's question. " A big fucking explosion happened. Bet you the rotting corpse knew about it too. That info would have gotten me listening faster that his old drivel about our fore-fathers playing us like pawns."
Iggy picked up a moaning human and rather unceremoniously fed back to full.
OCC: will fed till 2 blood points are back (if an unsavable maimed individual is near I'll end their suffering. Otherwise any human will do. HTK 7 (5) becomes HTK 7 (7)
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OOC: Hurricanus, what will your blood pool be at when you're done healing? Are you only feeding to heal those two points back?
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15 a.m. - - David - - Dundas
Even in the woods where they were standing, the rumble and flash coming from the east was clearly not thunder or lightning. David watched, his mouth hanging open was the fireball expanded and rose into the air. His mouth opened and closes several times before he could speak.
"Chantal? What the hell was that?"
From his phone there was only silence.
"Angel, help Hearst. Rory, help, help, help, help, help Xiaoqing. I'll take care of the garbage. We hit the truck and we head for Hamilton. If, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if Lobo is down there, he'll be safe for a while. If he doesn't want to join us, that's his problem but we need to get home right fucking now. I don't know what just happened but I lost contact with Chantal and that was some big ass fucking explosion."
Angel nodded and grabbed Hearst by the arm. "Don't argue, Lancelot. I'm going to help you whether you think you need it or not."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Fuck me..." Fia wheezed, stumbling towards the cries and moans. Falling to her knees, she grabbed the wounded and followed Iggy's suit. When that one ran dry, she moved to the next, healing herself as she drank.
(OOC: Eating and healing the crap outta me. It's been so long looking at the books, I can't remember what the formula is. Edit: Np. So, it will take me 4 2/3 rounds to be back at full.)
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OOC: Feeding is a maximum of three points per turn and healing is 1 BP per HP healed....
Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - 1:30 am Outside GO Station
There was plenty of available food, assuming you weren't picky as to the condition the vessel was in before or after the feeding. Nobody was really paying attention to what was happening. Most were wandering around in a daze and if they did see anything, they likely assumed the vampires were good samaritans, performing CPR. A few were frantically dialing 9-1-1 on cell phones that had no service.
It was total, utter anarchy.
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:Thursday April 23rd, 1:20 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP12 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
The emergency lighting left pools of light amid the darkness, darkness that was as much friend as foe to Waylon. It concealed him but it also concealed other things in the darkness. Those things had been making sounds since the explosion had plunged the manor into blackness. Waylon didn't know where anyone else was but he thought it best to stay close to Dee's room, if not actually at her door. There was no sense in making it obvious what he was guarding and any other vampire in the place was more than able to take care of themselves.
He saw a flicker of movement and called upon his supernatural senses to give him more information. An oddly shaped mass of flesh rolled down the hall a short distance, then stopped. Waylon felt a long absent shudder of nausea rush through him as the scent of Chantal's perfume wafted to his nostrils.
OOC: 1 BP spent on Heightened Sense - BP11 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
A Fiend. A fleshshaper.
"You should have listened. Now you see what loyalty to the Camarilla gets you." The voice was soft, even gentle. Waylon wasn't fooled. Behind that voice was a Tzmisce, a twisted Kindred with the ability to mold flesh like clay. For a fleeting second, Waylon considered committing the ultimate sin, stealing the fleshcrafter's power while she was yet unaware of his presence. It would have been a conceit to claim that he wanted to do so in order to restore Chantal. In his heart of hearts he knew he wanted that power so that he could sculpt in the ultimate medium, living flesh.
He readied the police batons. "Your voice isn't what I expected, given your picture," he said from within the concealing darkness. "I don't suppose I could convince you to undo what you have done to the poor girl?"
The Sabbat vampire paused. She wasn't afraid. She was trying to figure out who her hidden opponent was. Finally she smiled. "What could you offer me that might tempt me, little artist?" she asked.
"Well, I could offer you your life, or the life of the Lasombra that you seem so fond of but I'm fairly certain the latter is out of my control," Waylon replied, preparing to defend himself. No matter what he did, he couldn't afford to let the other vampire touch him for more than an instant. "So the best I can do is let you escape once you have freed her from the prison you've turned her body into."
"A poet as well as an artist. How interesting." Rowan stalked closer, every inch the predator that she was. "How will you paint me, when this is done? I hear that mouth painting is all the rage. That is if I leave you a mouth. Run away, little Toreador, lest I give this ghoul some company."
Waylon chuckled. "On a bad day my paint may run but I'm afraid I must disappoint you, if you think that I will." His enhanced hearing was picking up the sounds of combat coming from other places inside the building. The Tzmisce hadn't come alone but then Waylon wasn't alone either. "In the words of the immortal Yul Brynner, shall we dance?"
Waylon was already in motion, the two batons a blur in the darkness as he used the power of his blood to push himself to superhuman speeds.
OOC: 1 BP spent on Celerity - BP10 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Nat
Nat looked stunned. Her eyes were wide her mouth frozen in a little 'O' as she saw the carange around her. Her ears rang and she jumped as the city was plunged into darkness from the explosion. The only light came off from the distance some of the houses had caught fire but the main source was from ground zero.
A bolt of lightning cut across the sky and Nat was suddenly aware of the glass shards stuck in her arms. She didn't feel any pain however.
The rain fell harder but she could still hear people screaming. She put away her weapon and placed her hands in a T shape which was indicative in her Larps as a time out. "GUYS....? SERIOUSLY I CANT DO THIS. I KNOW YOU WANT ALL IN CHARTER INTERACTION AND NO BREAKING CHARACTER BUT THE FUCKING CITY JUST BLEW UP! I CANT DO THIS SHIT. WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? THE GAMES GOTTA BE CANCELED. AND DON'T TRY TO TELL ME THIS IS PART OF THE GAME. THE OTHER STUFF WAS HARD ENOUGH TO SWALLOW BUT I ROLLED WITH IT. BUT THIS...." She paused to wipe the rain from her face. "THIS ISN'T A GAME NO MORE. PEOPLE ARE HURT HERE..."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Are you quitting?" Fia dropped her current victim, and watched Nat from the corner of her eye, "If you want to quit, you know who to talk to, and it ain't me."
She selected her next moaning body and dug in.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:16am - Outside GO Station - Nat
"Well what the fuck do you propose 'Canibal Corpse? David isnt here I'm sure he would understand if I went home to make sure my mom was ok. Shit this is so not cool." Nat hollered out into the darkness her voice trembling slightly. She fumbled around in the dark for her cell phone and pulled it out pressing speed dial to call David to let him know what had happened.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:16 - 1:30 am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Whatever," she grumbled, "Maybe he wouldn't mind explaining how the real world works."
As she finished healing and topping up, Fia felt much better.
Maybe now I can turn this around for us.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:30 a.m. - - Angel - - Returning from Dundas
Even Dundas had been plunged into darkness by the explosion but Angel wasn't going to let the lack of light slow him down. The truck bounced around a turn, clipping the curb as he avoided a cabbie who had stopped in the centre of an intersection to gape at the glowing from the flames that seemed to take up a quarter of the horizon.
I wonder if everyone is alright? Given the size of that blast, half the city will be in ruins. I wonder if it was us or them that did it.
"Whitehern?" he asked David.
The Malkavian nodded. "If anyone survived, they'll likely assemble, assemble, assemble there."
"Whitehern it is," Angel responded. He pulled onto the wrong side of the road to avoid an accident that had been obviously caused by two people paying more attention to the explosion than to their driving. It wasn't like either of them were going to be getting as ticket. The cops had far more on their hands than fender benders.
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:Thursday April 23rd, 1:45 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP 5 (13) W 3 (4) HP 4 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon was panting, not out of necessity but out of habit. He was still young enough to remember what exertion felt like. The Tzmisce had proven to be a far deadlier enemy than he'd expected. Bone blades, formed from her arms and sharp as sabres, had left their mark on his body. His shirt was bloody tatters. He was fairly certain that somewhere along one of the halls there was a piece of her hand embedded in the wood panel. He'd steered one of her thrusts into the wall then broken off the trapped tip. It hadn't even made her wince.
He'd lost track of her when one of Antigen's guards and three Sabbat ghouls had burst into the hall. He'd joined that fight and she had vanished into the darkness. He wasn't sure when he'd figured out that this wasn't just a random attack. There were too many of them. They'd come in force, likely trying to cut the head off the Camarilla's defense by killing the Prince and as many of his council as might be caught in the raid. Most of the council was absent but there were a few here. Waylon wasn't sure how many but he was certain of one.
"Helen!" He was barely able to make out her shape in the darkness, it was so uncharacteristically disheveled.
"Be still!" the Toreador guild leader hissed. "Are you injured?"
"Not badly but I'm beginning to feel the hunger rising," Waylon answered. "You?"
"I'll survive," Helen replied. "Do you know what's going on?"
"I lost count of the number of ghouls I've beaten down," Waylon said. "I was fighting the Tzmisce for a while. Not something I'm in a hurry to repeat. I'm only guessing but I think they're here for the Prince."
"You haven't damaged your hands, have you?"
Waylon couldn't help but smile. Even under these circumstances, Helen had her priorities. "Not even so much as a bruised knuckle. That's the advantage of stick fighting. You hit people with sticks, not your hands."
"We need to get out of here. Now."
Waylon nodded, then realized Helen couldn't see in the absolute darkness either. "I agree. But there's somebody I need to get first. Angel would kill me if I lost his photographer."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:16am - Outside GO Station - Nat
Nat had no luck getting hold of her clan leader. The cell phone was just a useless scrap of metal and plstic with the explosion having taken out the reception in the area. She swore loudly. "Okay Fia you win. I can't call him to ask what to do next but i cant see you in the dark where are you?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:45 am - Whitehern - Dee
She had slept some. The fever and cold medication had made sure of that but the sound of fighting and screaming had woken Dee up.
Her first thought had been to open a window and escape but the room proved trickier to escape. The drop down to the ground level would have likely twisted or broke something and she didn't have the strength or feel she was lucky enough to attempt such a daring escape.
She rounded up her things waiting to hear if the sound of fighting would subside. Waylon was not in the room with her anymore. The light in her room would not turn on. She was in darkness. Outside the window everything was dark as well.
The door to her room opened as it did a loud audible click echoed down the hallway. She blinked for a second as her eyes adjusted to the emergency lighting. Outside the hallway there were strewn bodies and blood everywhere Dee inhaled sharply and pulled out her camera take a few snap shots and trying not to be sick. It wasn't that bad she told herself. She felt like she was on the set of a horror movie with the amount of blood and body parts. However she accidentally stepped on an intestine and heard it sickly squish under her doc martin boot and had to fight the urge to be sick as she tasted the bile rise to the back of her throat.
"Chantal?" She paused a moment and whispered down the corridor "Waylon?"
Still there was no answer. She paused as she opened up a room door it was dark inside with the exception of a fireplace. It appeared to be a study of some sort Dee paused and lifted the silver letter opener off the desk and tucked it into her pants. She opted to take the fire poker as well before she continued down the hallway making her way towards the staircase of the second floor. The place was quiet. Far too quiet.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:16am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia had her mouth full at the moment, but she remembered her manners. Letting the last gush of ruby nectar slide down her throat, she pulled out her cellphone and flipped it open, flashing a dull light on the carnage. There was no signal, but it still served a purpose.
"Over here, Des," she shivered, not from cold, quite the opposite. Even though she was satiated, it still didn't stop the hairs all over her from standing up on end.
"We should get back to base. I have a bad feeling."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:17am - Outside GO Station - Nat
"A sensible man will remember that the eyes may be confused in two ways - by a change from light to darkness or from darkness to light; and he will recognize that the same thing happens to the soul." Des walked towards Fia " A really wise man once said that. His name was Plato> She explained as she walked towards the light. In the distance Des could hear the wail of sirens in the nights darkness the rain still fell hard. "You think maybe we can check in on my mom while were at it?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:17am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Yeah, and my horoscope said that I would get blown off today," she chuckled, but stopped at the look of horror on Des' face.
"Fine. We'll check up on your mom, but we have to be quick about it. Let's find Iggy and Donna, and boog, shug."
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:Thursday April 23rd, 1:46 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon
BP 5 (13) W 3 (4) HP 4 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Dee?" Waylon moved slowly along the wall. He'd found Dee's room empty and was hoping she hadn't gone too far. There was far too much danger still in the building to allow the girl to wander alone. With luck he'd be able to find her before something else found either Dee or him and Helen. "Dee?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:46 am - Whitehern - Dee
Dee peeked around the corner crouched low to the ground as she heard her name. her fingers curled around the fire poker and tightened.
She held her breath as she looked and saw the red headed vampire and let out a sigh of relief. "Psssst here. Whats going on? Why is the power out? Why are there bodies everywhere? And who is she?" she asked in a whisper as her eyes fell on Helen.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:47 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon, Helen and Dee
BP 5 (13) W 3 (4) HP 4 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"There was an explosion," Waylon said. "A big one. It knocked out the power. We've been attacked. I don't know by who. This is Helen. She's kind of my boss. Come on. We're getting out of here. I'm not sure if it's safe outside but it's certainly not safe in here. If we run into anyone and have to fight, hit the floor and stay there."
All the time he was talking, Waylon was trying not to look at the pale gleam of flesh that could only have been Dee's throat. He was hungry and injure and she wasn't just somebody he was protecting, she was food. It was a terrifying thought that his need to feed might override his willingness to keep Dee alive. He sensed a slight movement from Helen, and put out a hand to stop her from moving further forward. If push came to shove he wouldn't be able to stop the woman but perhaps the slight warning gesture would be enough.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:47 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon, Helen and Dee
Dee looked at the two of them. You guys look like you've been put throw the wringer. Especially you." she said as she looked at Waylon. She gave Helen a polite nod. "Pleasure to meet you boss lady. So where you guys need to go or think we should go?"
Dee had to close her eyes for a second as she felt nauseous and suddenly very warm.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:16 a.m. - 1:32 a.m. - - Xiaoqing - - On the way to Whitehern
HP: 2 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 8 (13) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xia allowed Rory to help her get to the truck even though she really didn't need it. What she really needed was a snack or two to top off what the Sabbat bastards took from her. "If there is a chance for a quick snack along the way it would be much appreciated David." She hoped Angel was not going to get mad at her for the blood that she was leaving on his jacket but there was not much she could about at the moment. During the ride back to Whitehern she closed her eyes and tried to relax a little bit. Xia was sure that a fight was about to commence and she needed to have a clear head if she was going to be of any use. She was a little surprised to find that she had enough strength and blood left to heal a little.
OOC: using 4 BP to heal
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:32 - 1:45 a.m. - - David - - On the way to Whitehern
"I suspect there will be, be, be, be, be, be, be plenty of food when we get there, as long, long, long, long as you don't mind feeding from the dead and near dead," David answered.
He wasn't wrong. The closer they got to Whitehern, the more people they found in the streets, wounded, bleeding and wandering dazedly around. It wasn't hard for any of them to feed, except for Angel. He was having difficulty finding anything sexy about women covered in broken glass and blood.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:48 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon, Helen and Dee
BP 5 (13) W 3 (4) HP 4 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Helen and I need to stay here," Waylon said. "If you want to get the Hell out of here, I can loan you my car keys. Beyond that, you're on your own. You might want to barricade yourself in a room, though. I'm not sure what's wandering around outside." He slid one of the police issue automatic pistols out from behind his back. "Can you use one of these?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:30am - Outside GO Station - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
After finding the Brujahs, Fia told them of the rendezvous at Whitehern, then she and Des started on their way to her mother's house.
The radio was off, but Fia had no idea what to say to the girl. Her parents were long since dead.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:45am - Outside Des's Haven -
Des had left Fia alone in the vehicle the soft gentle pur of the engine illuminated the dark street. Heavy rain droplets fell upon the roof in a rhythmic and almost hypnotic pattern.
In the distance Fia could hear the lonesome wail of another ambulance.
It had been a long and enduring night. Confusion and chaos held the reins of this evening and it would likely be sometime before the city of Hamilton went back to being normal.
After an eternity Des returned looking a bit better than she had before she left. She looked less pale and Fia noted that the girl had changed her clothes and had added a few things to her arsenal including a maglight and a large umbrella.
Des jumped in and leaned against the seat letting out a long sigh. "Sorry I took so long. My mom was having a cow I had to calm her down. She wasn't very keen on me leaving..."
After a moment she clicked her seat belt into place and looked at Fia "So miss daisy where do we go now?" She asked quietly.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:52 am - Whitehern - Dee
Dee looked at the gun and back at Waylon. She swallowed hard and shook her head as she took the gun. "No I don't but... I'm sure it can be used as a deterrant right? Just aim and point and shoot right. And ah... I guess take the safety off right?"
The truth was the red headed teen didn't want to leave Waylon's side but the way the blond woman beside him was looking at her made her uneasy. And she could tell from the tone of Waylon's voice that he didn't want her with him.
Things were happening that she didn't understand and it seemed that perhaps it might be better that way. She had learned more than her fair share of odd things this evening. It would just be safer for her to duck out somewhere and lay low. After all she couldn't collect her paycheck from Angel if she was dead and after the night's crazy events she had more than her fair share of photos and news she could give him. It would likely get her some hard earned cash if she could only manage to make it through the night.
She took the gun and nodded to him. Outside the sky let out another rumble of thunder that was loud enough to shake the windows of Whitehern.
It was storming out and she didn't have all her gear. Still Angel's place wouldn't be too far away. If she moved fast she could likely make it back to his studio and tuck into an alcove to stay out of the rain. It would be cold and wet but it was likely the safest place to be for the time being.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:45am - Outside Des's Haven - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"To The Whitehern!" she pointed dramatically in the direction, her face mock serious.
The windshield wipers squeaked quietly.
"Umm... Chaz called before the big bang," Fia threw a sideways glance at the girl while maneuvering around the downtown core. Fucking one way streets!
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:45am - Outside Des's Haven - Des
Des shook her head "TO whitehern it is. So you had a guy call you before the city blew up and his name is Chaz. He like us? Or like your boyfriend or just a friend?"
It was idle banter Natalie knew it but it made her feel better. She maneuvered the van down the dark streets hoping that Fia's explanation would be fairly long winded. Or atleast long enough to keep them distracted till they made it to the vampire princes meeting area.
Des wasn't sure if the 'Prince" live in this building or if he just held his meeting there but one thing for sure was that it seemed to be the IT spot for the gamers of the city.
Perhaps heading back to Whitehern marked the end of the game night. After all the city was plunged into darkness and truth was, she really didn't have the heart to play for much longer.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:45am - Outside Des's Haven - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Actually, you've met him," Fia grinned at the confused look of the girl, "Remember last night? Chaz, the first dead guy we fought, bit me pretty bad. Gave him my number like a tart. Chaazzzz. Yeah, he called me." She lengthened him name with foppish gesture. She nodded at Des' gasp as her eyes widened in recollection.
"I know! I didn't think he would!" Fia said sounding much like, well, a girl. This was good for Fia and she knew it. Sarah and Xiaoqing weren't really good at the whole girly-gossip thing, but Fia had several seasons of Sex and the City under her belt, so she knew the script.
"Anyway, he's going to call me back at three so we can get together. I don't know if I want to kill him or date him. Smooth little fucker." She chuckled as she slowed to a stop at a light.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:46am - en route to whitehern - Des
Des shrugged. "I dont remember him you sure that was at Henderson and not at Macmaster when you went with scotty? You did go to Mac didnt you? Oh poo I really wish I could take notes. This stupid plot lines so confusing. So you like this guy eh? Whats so likeable about him? And what he say when he called you? He want to hook up and maybe have a private game session with you? Or errr is this like out of character for real real meeting up for coffee and stuff?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:46am - En route to the Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Bits and pieces of that night ran through her mind."Pussy Posse..." She shook her head, chuckling.
"It was at Henderson. The whole night was kind of jarring, so it doesn't surprise me that you don't recall. He asked for me when he called. " Fia sighed, "Well, I don't like him. He tried to eat me. We don't know anything about him, which group he games with, so I'm going to be careful. It'll be more like a private game session, I don't drink coffee," She had to remember Nat's... quirk and try to work around it, not willing to take any chances. The light turned green, and the van rumbled forward.
(OOC: I sifted through the entire first chapter before I posted... 1 hour later...)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:52am - @ Whitehern - Des
Des eased the minivan into the whitehern parking lot. From inside the building she could see that there was emergency lighting on but that there was also smoke in the night air.
As she got out of the van she raced past a rather pale and tired looking red headed teen, beyound that Des paid the kid no notice but ran up that stairs to the front door.
Fia was not far behind her. "So what are we doing here again and is it just me or do I smell smoke?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:52am - At The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Des, wait!" Fia called as she recognized the teen, "Dee! What's happening here?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:53 am - Whitehern - Dee
The teen pause when she heard her name. The rain outside still fell and a flash of lighting illuminated the two female vapires for a moment and Dee jogged up to then. She coughed violently enough to make her body shake and it took a moment to make her head stop spinning. "I don't know. Waylon told me to leave and go hide somewhere that it wasn't safe. Theres blood everywhere and bodies well parts of bodies everywhere. I don't recommend going in there unless you want to die. Plus I think someone set the place on fire. I'm smelling smoke but I didn't see any flames..."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:53am - At The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" Fia muttered and cursed as she looked all around the side of the mansion from where she was standing. "We need a damn plan! I don't even have a damn gun!"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:55 am - Whitehern - Dee
A moment of silence fell upon the group Dee sighed to break the silence and interrupt Fia's brainstorming. "Well tell you what just so happens I have a hand gun. If you drive me to Angel's studio on Wilson just past Jackson square. You get me there so I can tuck down in an alley the guns yours. Deal?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:55 - - David - - At Whitehern
The black pick-up truck pulled into the Whitehern parking lot. The Malkavian elder slipped out of the passenger side. "What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck happened here?" He snapped. "Angel, Rory, back up Fia and Des. I'll take care of our walking wounded."
Angel looked at Dee. "What's going on?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:55am - At The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I need a gun or something pointy," Fia felt her pockets, looking for something she could use as a weapon. Her brass knuckles were probably lost among the wreckage from the explosion.
"David, can you get Dee somewhere safe?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:56am - Whitehern - Dee
Dee gave Angel the Sweded version of what happened adding that once he got the pic's developed he would be able to see more. She shivered aware that the poring rain had soaked into her clothing. She cursed the fact that she had not grabbed her jacket.
As far as she was aware only Helen and Waylon were in there still but that didn't mean that Lewich and the others were not in there still fighting.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:56am - Whitehern - Angel
"I'd give you my coat but it's all Xiaoqing has to wear," Angel said, wrapping an arm around Dee. "The truck is warm, if you want to curl up." He looked at the truck, then at Dee. "It's an automatic, so if you need to get the Hell out of here in a hurry, just take off. We'll hook up later." He chuckled. "Don't be too hard on it. It's a rental."
David grimaced. "There should be a shotgun in the back seat, Fia. There's a prisoner in the back, as well as one of our dead. Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie didn't make it. I think Lobo went to ground, literally but I can't say for certain."
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:58am - Whitehern - Dee
She merely nodded to Angel and climbed into the truck she took care to lock the doors before she settled into the back seat. She did take care to lock the doors before she decided to rest and hoped that the group out front whitehern would be alright.
Meanwhile in other parts of the city in the downtown area the first signs of looting were beginning to take place. It only took a look out the window of ones apartment in the core to see the fires at the four corners and the area around it a flame. With the power out and the city in Chaos some of Hamilton's more unsavory and desperate had just clued in that now would be a great time to make a quick buck.
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:58am - At The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I see. Thank you, David," Fia replied solemnly. This news was hard to swallow. "Xiaoqing... Now Lobo..."
Rory helping a dark figure out of the back of the truck caught her eye. The dark hair that seemed so familiar. The almond shaped jade eyes flashed in the light. If Fia could breathe she wouldn't be now.
"Xiaoqing?" Fia stumbled towards the figures. She could see that Xiaoqing had on only a coat and her face was streaked in the rain with dirt. Smoke and soot hung heavily in the air.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:00 am - Whitehern - David
"Enough socializing," David snapped. "Rory, Hearst, you stay out here and guard the fallen and our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our, our-" The tiny man stopped, his face flushing red. He pointed savagely at Angel and Fia, made the motion of cocking a shotgun and pointed towards Whitehern. With a determined stride, he headed for the stairs.
"Our, our, our, our, our, our," he began again, as he reached the stairs but cut himself off with a wordless snarl. He yanked open the door and waved for them to follow him inside.
Angel rolled his shoulders and checked to see if the Schmeisser was loaded. Then he followed the Malkavian leader up the stairs. "Come on, Fia. Looks like it's thee and me and a midget who has lost the power of intelligent speech for the time being. How's your sign language?" It was a ludicrous question to ask but Angel seemed perfectly serious.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:00am - At The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia gave her head a shake. She ran to the back of the truck and grabbed the shotgun, pausing only to squeeze Xiaoqing shoulder as she passed. We'll find Lobo and show the Sabbat what happens when you fuck with our city.
Sprinting to catch up with Angel, she laughed, "I only know the bad signs and how to ask to go to the bathroom, but that doesn't really do me any good now, does it?"
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Thursday April 23nd, 2:02 - Whitehern - Angel
"Maybe you can tell them all to piss on their own shoes and while they're standing there saying 'what the fuck' I can shoot them in the face," Angel suggested. "Normally I'd say 'Ladies first', but I don't think it's appropriate to the circumstance."
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:02am - In The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I don't plan on giving them much of a chance to say 'What the fuck'," Fia nodded as Angel went ahead of her.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:00 a.m. - 2:05 a.m. - - Whitehern - - Xiaoqing
HP: 6 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 4 (13) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao excepted Rory's aid in exiting the truck even though she really didn't need it. She gave Fia a smile and a squeeze on the hand as she dashed past. Taking a look around at the carnage she eyed three or four potential snacks writhing on the ground in pain. She was loath to remain outside but was really in no condition to fight right now. Waiting till the girl Dee had locked herself in the truck and David, Angel and Fia had run for the door Xiao looked at Rory and Hearst, her eyes gleaming red. "I'm going to go find some food. Don't worry I won't go very far." And with that she headed out into the smoke filled night looking for her first snack. The first guy she came across was to far gone to be of any use but the blackberry in his hand was not. Grabbing the phone, she went looking for another potential victim. Xiao started to dial Robert's number as she went but canceled the call before even finishing the number. "Damn," she muttered to herself as she noticed the phone had no reception. She stuffed the phone into on pocket of Angel's jacket and set off again.
Two blocks away Xiao turned left down a side street and found something she was looking for. There laying in the gutter was a kid who looked to be about 13 years old. He wore a faded AC/DC t-shirt tucked into military camouflaged pants with a matching camo blouse over it. There was sharp piece of metal sticking out of his chest and his eyes were glazed over. It was obvious that he was nearly dead, but there was still enough blood left to help her out a bit. She was more interested in his clothing but the hunger over took her and she finished him off. The jump boots he wore were easily two sizes too big but the pants and the blouse looked like they would be a good fit. It took her less then three minutes for her to have the kid stripped and for her to have slipped into them. The pants fit a little snug in the hips and the sleeves of the blouse were a tad bit too long but otherwise they were a perfect fit.
(occ: 1 bp spent on gleam of the red eyes BP: 3 (13), BP recovered from feading: 3 giving me 6 (13) total)
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Thursday April 23rd, 1:11 - 2:15AM - Bus Platform GO station/a short trip to the north end / enroute to Whitehern- Iggy BP 12 (9) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy watched Fia and Desdemona drive off. He began to loped toward Whitehern. Across Hunter to Hughson and up to Jackson the Brujah ran. All was good until then - unaware Iggy erred and turned right not left as he should have. And he continued to run in what seemed to him the right direction as if something was drawing him onward.
Around Wellington and King he found a wounded man lying unconscious next to the motorcycle he was thrown from. The motorcycle's engine idling with its drive tire spinning slowly around and around. Iggy finished the man off. Savouring the 3 blood points he had left ( OCC BP was 12/(9) now 12/12) Hopping on the motorcycle Iggy headed off to the east end. As he approached the north end he saw more and more carnage from the bights activities. At times he had to walk the bike the buckling of the road making riding to teacherous. A dread filled Iggy propelling him faster and faster to his destination.
Barton and Gibson a stray newly dead leaped up at Iggy. The battle was short but trying. Iggy with the aid of celerity and potence and a good size peice of rumble soon had the newly undead - dead again. (OCC Bp was 12 (12) and health 7(7) now 12/10 7/(4) respectfully) Leaping on the bike once more Iggy continued - now he knew where insticnt was taking him - Brujah Territory and home.
The area was a shambles. bodies lying in the streets, moaning of the dying and wailing sirens formed tonight's chorus. Iggy slowed as he approached Scotts lair. Gone nothing but rubble. Iggy rode faster. Donna's lair gone. The Bite and Brew gone. Iggy headed up to his lair. He saw his studio. Singed and slightly damaged and the Brutish Brujah actually felt hope. Maybe. Just maybe.
And then the rest of his haven came into view. Razed to the ground right to the basement. Rushing in to the debris. "Steel, Dinga, STEEL" as he reach the area that would have been his red door lair - there laid the massive red steel door amazingly the its small glass portal still intact. Iggy noticed the crimson spots - sniffing Iggy recognized the scent of Steel's blood. "STEEL! NO!" the anguished cry broke through noise like a soloists rising above the chorus. For a heatbeat after all around Iggy was silence. At a Vet clinic on the mountain Robert and Jennifer looked northward toward their home. The drivers of the cars being guided through the intersection of Barton and James hesitated as the young officer McKay directing the traffic seem to hesitate and looked East. In the rec centre at McMaster where the the residence's stidents had be sequestered after the explosion Jay got up and started toward the door until a faculty member stopped him. And then the moaning began anew.
Iggy looked to the the Jammorik's house untouched and headed in that direction. He was surprised the front door was open and the car was gone out of the driveway. Maybe the Jammorik's have Steel and Dhinga's medallion. But at least I have earth for tonight thinking of the root cellar in the Jammorik's basement. I wonder if Donna and Scott are as lucky?
"Fuck - Whitehern" as Iggy clicked into where he had meant to go. A note to the Robert and Jennifer.
I hope you are well and have Steel and Dhinga with you. I must head back out to help end this chaos but I will be back before dawn. Prepare the root cellar. Ignacio.
Iggy got back on his back and worked his way back to Whitehern. Stopping along the way to grab a better bike and to feed along the way.
It was round quarter passed two as Iggy turned once more onto Jackson heading toward Whitehern. Odd for a Kindred but he prayed it was still standing.
OCC OCC Bp was 12 (10) and health 7(4) now 12/12 7/(7)
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Thursday April 23 1:15 to 2:15 am - Dundas Woods - Lobo BP 13 (06) W 5 (4) HtK 7(1) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Lobo listened until the thudding of footsteps was quiet. As the echo of footsteps died down, then the earth shook with such force it was felt by Lobo. Then it was quiet again and stayed quiet Lobo decided it was time to return to the surface. First the Kindred burned off his blood store to heal a bit more and then he willed himself up. As he emerged his skin burned - fuck someone had tried to salt me in. He hesitated but a moment and was out. He was not feeling well (OCC BP 13 (0) H 7 (2) ). Fuck that hurt.
Blood was everywhere. Sabat vampires lied dead but among them was Boogie. Lobo stopped for a moment holding Boogie's jacket and cursed. The small animals scurrying in the woods stopped for a moment as the silence was broken. "Thank You Boogie. I owe ya one." Lobe turned and headed off toward the lights of Dundas. Stopping to feed, once, twice, again and again. He worried not about the veil - it was cracked beyond belief tonight he was sure. Picking prey was easy. Whatever had caused the earth to quake had brought the curious out in droves. No-one was killed by the gangrel but several had glorious tales of a beast that roams the Dundas forest. In time people would speak about the Dundas Devil that haunted and hunted the woods around Dundas. (OCC BP 13 (13) H 7 (7) Healed and feeling better Lobo stopped to think. Should I just leave? Maybe I can return to Whitehern? Confused he did what he always did - something told him it that she wouldn't be there but Sarah always had the answers for her Gangrels.
Lobo sprinted toward his clan head's haven. It was gone - but Sarah would have to return here he would wait - the earth would welcome him if he had to find safety again. Lobo let his mind wander to Isis. It would be good if she were here. Noticing a tom cat Iggy called it over petting it and looking into its eyes he told it about a great proud female - ISIS on the east mountain. He ask it to seek her out on the east mountain and to lead her here. The Tom agreed and soon was off on his mission. Isis should be here by dawn Lobo thought. He sat the foot of a tree in view of Sarah's place and waited, for Sarah, for Isis, for the Dawn.
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Thursday April 23nd, 2:15 - Whitehern - Angel
Whitehern had survived the attack, it seemed, although it could hardly be called unscathed. Angel and Fia had lost David quickly inside the building as the tiny man slipped through the darkness like an angry shadow. They heard an occasional 'Our, our, our' but did not have the chance to track the sound before the Malkavian lapsed back into his outraged silence. He couldn't help but feel pity for the man. He knew of the occasional attack of Tourettes but he hadn't ever witnessed the truly debilitating effects of being unable to even speak coherently. He shook his head and looked at Fia.
"Looks like we're on our own," he said.
"Hardly your own," Helen answered from the darkness. "I must say it is a relief to see a friendly face for a change." Her eyes glittered in the darkness. "And well armed, I see. I assume you can both use those weapons better than Waylon can use the one he carries?" She looked at the artist beside here. "No offense dear but you use that gun as if you've never held one."
Waylon brushed his long hair out of his face. "I haven't," he replied. "I relieved a policeman or two of their weapons, just in case I needed them."
"What happened here?" Angel asked. "There are bullet holes in the walls and I've seen three bodies already."
"Isn't it obvious?" Helen asked. "Whitehern was attacked. I have orders from the Prince to defend it at any cost. I haven't seen any of the invaders in some time but I'm not willing to let my guard down yet. What's going on outside?"
"Anarchy," Angel answered. "The entire city had gone dark. Power is out everywhere. We saw the explosion from Dundas. We found some of the Sabbat. Boogie and Hearst did the majority of the damage but we lost Boogie and Hearst was pretty badly hurt. We managed to find Xiaoqing and what was left of Jerome. They're outside with Dee and Rory. We've got a couple of prisoners as well. I'm sure Fia can add a few things as well."
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:15am - In The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia could hardly see anything in the darkness. Her eyes went red and the outlines of the others became clearer.
"Damn straight," Fia huffed, "The Go Station was crawling. Donna, Iggy, Des and I are fine, but there was a Samedi there that was trying to get us to stop fighting, but the big bang happened and he ran off. I don't know if he was for real or not."
(OOC: Spent blood point on Protean - Gleam of red eyes)
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Thursday April 23nd, 2:20 - Whitehern - Helen
"There are a few fires that have started," Helen said. "Fia, see what you can do about putting them out. Don't worry about the basement. It's sealed and secure. I can hear a motorcycle outside. If it's friendly, it will give us a little more back-up. If not, the ones outside can deal with them. If you see anyone you don't recognize, don't hesitate. Kindred, Kine or Ghoul, ours or theirs, take them down. Forgiveness is easier to get than permission but it's impossible to get if you're dead. We hold, Angel. That is Antigen's command. We hold. If we meet out Final Death here, so be it but we hold."
Trust Helen to be dramatic. "I understand, Helen," the Ventrue said. "I'll go with Fia, just in case she runs into trouble playing the fire brigade."
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Thursday April 23nd, 2:20 - St. Joes Hospital - Jallyn
The Toreador had been put on watch to guard the hospital with Vic. Things had been quiet up until the explosion and Vic being the type of vampire he was, wasn't visible.
Her clan wasn't known for being able to vanish or hide. The first thing Jallyn had tried to do was call Vic but discovered the cell phone had no signal.
Shortly after the explosion the people began coming. Wounded scared and confused they banged on the hospital doors.
Vic had warned the head of the hospital to be on the look out and put the hospital into lock down, but there we're peoples lives at stake tonight, he made the call to let them come in and to admit and treat them.
He really didn't have a choice when he discovered that the police and fire departments and other patients had called in saying that general hospital was no more.
The young Toreador held her ground our in the parking lot area overlooking the emergency room doors and used some of the blood in her system to renew her ability ro read peoples aura's if there were vampires in amongst the crowd she would find them and deal with them...
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:20am - In The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
With Angel's comment, Fia's red eyes glowed. She felt a strange anger make her fingers tingle.
"Yeah, I remember the last time you gave me back-up," she snarled, baring her teeth. "Look where that got me."
The anger bled away as fast as it came over her. She blinked in the darkness. Shaking her head, Fia mumbled something akin to an apology, and rushed towards the basement.
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Thursday April 23nd, 2:21 - Whitehern - Angel
Angel didn't bother to respond to the barb. Guilty conscience much? "Wrong way, Fia," he called. "Helen said the basement was secure. I can smell smoke coming from the direction of the meeting hall, though." The dull gleam of light off a fire extinguisher caught his eye. "Not sure how far one of these is going to get us but right now you've got the bigger gun, which means I get to play pack mule." He pulled the extinguisher off the wall. "Let's get this thing done."
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:21am - In The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia took a deep, unnecessary breath and nodded, "One way or another." She primed the shotgun and moved into position.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:09 a.m. - - Around the back streets of Whitehern -
A moment passed as Xiao examined her outfit in the dark before there was a click and she was bathed in a brilliant light. It was almost enough to daze the vampire.
"Ah. It was as I thought. You must accept my appology Ming-Lin? Or Was that Rebbeca Chan that you were going by the last time we met. Time has a way of making me muddle names its nice to see you survived the fire. Raphael figured you would." Sam replied as he clicked off the mag light.
The Samedi had known Xiao back when she ran more actively in the Sabbat. Perhaps it was more concise to remember that it was back when she was considered expendable.
Time and the hunger to step up in the world had gotten Rebbecca a reward of sorts. It was a job that was dangerous but came with much respect. He could never walk away from his gang to live alone submerged and surround with the Camerillain vampires and laws. The respect and value of being a spy were nice as were the perks but the thought of ever being found out was enough to make Sam shudder.
He knew that she could not see him due to the mag light but he knew her to be one to not act rashly. She had a memory like a steel trap and never forgot a face.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:09 - 2:15a.m. - - Around the back streets or Whitehern - - Xiaoqing
HP: 6 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 3 (13) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
'Shit' was the first thing that came to Xiao's mind when the light hit her. 'Fucking hell' was the second when she heard the voice behind the light. The last thing she really needed right now was one of her cohorts destroying the cover she had worked so hard to build. "Damn it Sam what are you doing? Trying to get us both killed?" Xiao didn't move even though she wanted to rip Sam's throat out. She had no idea what type of weapon if any he might have with him and she was not eager to find out.
Sam was still in the darkness. The Gangrel was in little danger of being found out. Chaos ran supreme at the moment and the city was without power and light. The smart humans would stay inside, where as the more stupid and brave would come out to gape at the fires more so than what was in the shadows. "Good work. The Cardnial will require an update but we're going to do our best to pull out of here tonight. If you can keep them busy tonight and downtown we shouldn't have much of a problem of slipping our of here." Sam frowned "Tonight didn't really end the way it was supposed to unfortunately. Too many people died." Although he wouldn't admit it the fact that so many lives had been lost and not just the lives lost by his Sabbat brethren, but those that lived in Hamilton and Burlington fanged or Mortal. The loss of that many lives and the knowledge and experiences that each held made the vampire bitter and saddened him. It was tragic sometimes the war seemed pointless.
"Tell Raphael that your exit will be well covered. They are more concerned with their precious Prince's safety right now to come out looking for you." She waved her hand back towards Whitehern and the others. Knowing that this incursion would end soon was something of a relief for Xiao. She was a bad liar and didn't know how much longer she could keep playing the innocent if things heated up any more.
"And likely wouldn't expect us to flee. They expect us to swoop in and make our move." Sam nodded again in the dark. "We can't leave anyhow. The only unfortunate thing is the explosion took out the phones. Which will make communication difficult. Please let us know if anything has gone missing from Whitehern. We had sent some people in to get a few things... But we don't know if the retrievals were successful."
"I know my job Sam. Rapheal will be the first to know if I hear anything, like always." She was a little annoyed that he would think she had forgotten why she was here in the first place. "Tell him that several vampires have arrived from New York to help with the war. None are a real threat but he should be aware that they are here."
"Thank you." he said simply. "Be Safe Becca-chan." There was nothing left that needed to be said. He had what news he could collect and now had to make his way to the rendezvous point with the information he had gleamed.
Xiao waited till she could no longer here his footsteps then she let out a sigh and started heading back to Whitehern. She was able to find two more people that she could easily feed from on the way. Only taking a little from each she licked the wounds closed on both men and made a bee-line back to Rory and Hearst.
(occ: this has been a co-post by goosekat and LadyJ)
(occ: 3 bp taken from each victim. BP: 12 (13))
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:18AM - Whitehern- Iggy BP 12 (12) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy approached Whitehern. Bullet holes in the walls, bodies in the street and the Angel pontificating on the doorstep. Surprise surprise - the devil overseeing his handwork With a screech in front of the steps Iggy swerved the bikes rear tire so that he was looking out from the bottom of the steps. Ignoring Angel, "Fia give me an update is this a lull in the storm or has the tempest been tossed? Oh and have you seen Donna or Scott?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:21am - In The Whitehern - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I don't really know, yet," Fia replied, "I haven't seen Donna since we left you, and I haven't seen Scott at all tonight."
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:20AM - Whitehern- Iggy BP 12 (12) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Damn, Thanks though Fia. I see that the Dundas group is back. Guess I'll have to check inside."
Iggy headed up the steps and as he approach the top he tripped into Angel. "Sorry Angel, didn't see you, so you made it out in one piece. Lucky you, eh?" Iggy continued onto the door "lets hope that we have some authority in here, eh."
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blast radius map
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map of the blast radius detailed....
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Pink ring - anything in it has been leveled to the ground.
blue ring - ruptured structures broken windows things immediately on fire after explosion
green ring - things that are in area to catch on fire from the fire and that likely will. Also structures have had windows blown.
Red ring Outer ring no fire or structural damage for the most part except shattered windows
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:22AM - Whitehern- Donna
Donna Drove up in her Jeep and jumped out. In the darkness she moved silently but those that could see in the night's light could see the determined sway in her step and the look in her eye that said she wanted blood. She carried a revolver which was pointed at the ground. "Why we all standing around?" She asked gruffly. Someone check the back yard of the house and see if the parimeter has been breached. Someone check the garage. The rest of you get inside and lets see if we can bust some heads."
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:23AM - Whitehern- Iggy BP 12 (12) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Right behind you Boss. I've got your back. We have to talk about the North End when we have a chance. Its gone. The blast took it out." Iggy followed Donna to the door.
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:23AM - Whitehern- Donna
"I Know Iggy." Donna said calmly as she walked in to whitehern with her gun loaded and stuck to the wall. "We're gonna have to bunk down somewhere else. Sabbat shit heads.... curse them."
She made her way down the hallway and noticed the body count. There were a lot of people here mortals by the looks of it and Donna didn't know any of them. It didn't matter however they were all meat now. Unmoving and still she couldn't help but imagine what Lewich would say about the walls and the carpets...
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:24AM - Whitehern- Iggy BP 12 (12) W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy followed Donna in. The carnage was overwhelming. "So Boss lady - we stay together or separate. I know the public areas but I really won't want to stray into any of Antigens favourite rooms. I heard the stories of how this house protects itself."
While talking Iggy continued following Donna watching their rear.
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OOC: Fia and Angel were inside Whitehern by the time Iggy arrived. It would be hard for Fia and Iggy to talk......
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:25 am - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon and Helen
BP 5 (13) W 3 (4) HP 4 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"The bottom levels are secure," Waylon said from the far end of the corridor, hoping Donna wasn't going to be jumpy enough to put a bullet in him and pleased to see that the bald Brujah sculptor was unharmed. "Angel and Fia are putting out fires, literally. I haven't seen any opposition since I tangled with a Tzmisce but let me tell you, that was quite enough for this evening for me. Oh, my poor shattered faggot nerves." He chuckled and looked at Helen. "Reinforcements have been trickling in. What's going on out there, Iggy?"
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Thursday April 23rd, 2:45 - 4:10 am - Whitehern
\Inside the manor the fires were put out. Helen Donna and Lewich stood inside the once opulent home looking at the smoke the blood and bodies.
The three elder vampires were bloodied but with the help of the younger vampires they had managed to dispatch their enemies.
It took about 15 minutes for the groups to thoroughly sweep through Whitehern. There had been a minor scuffle outback involving two ghouls with shot guns, but they had quickly been over powered.
The prince's expression was reserved as he looked into if anyone had been harmed during the siege. To his relief no vampire's at Whitehern had met their end. The same could to be said about his personal assistant and ghoul Chantal. His assistant had become a ball of twisted and and disfigurement limbs her body curled up into an unimaginable ball of flesh.
There had been a moment of horror as he felt the flesh of his assistant and felt that it was warm and there was a pulse. As he tried to turn her over to make sense of things he discovered
that his ghoul was conscious or at least aware of touch and being moved. He could find no mouth however to give her blood only a single eye that rolled around in its socket to look at him.
Pain and terror filled her eyes and for a moment Lewich slipped into German and softly talked to her. After a few moments he stood looking shaken.
He didn't know what to say. His assistant was completely coherent and aware of what was going on. She could only communicate by blinking her eye, but the horror of it.
"We need to regroup and see how many casualties we have had. We scour the city and kill every vampire we come across that is not our own. Ghouls will be hunted down and detained so we can question them." Lewich replied to the others.
With the phones down and power out in the city it made it hard to communicate and spread the word.
It was about an hour and a half before dawn that he had found most of the vampires of his city had trailed in at one point or another to check in.
Reports of casualties began to trickle in but most reports were of team members that were MIA.
The other issue that needed to be dealt with was that several vampires had lost their havens in the explosion. Lewich did what he could to offer shelter to those that needed it. The tisdale apartments had the 3 units for the vampires to bunk down in. Some of the other Kindred were kind enough to offer shelter in their own havens as well.