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Prologue
The next night after the attack was launched and the explosion rocked the city made many of the inhabitants change.
The Prince of the city no longer cared who got along with who. The groups that were formed we formed to take out and immobilize any vampire or ghoul that was not familiar to vampires of Hamilton.
During the next week the kindred of Hamilton scoured the city. They did turn up several unregistered ghouls as well a couple of unidentified vampires, including one Chaz and Mike and a prison inmate from the Barton bust out.
At this time they have not been executed but are behind held and interrogated by the prince and his regents.
Things once more began to settle though it was an uneasy peace as Antigen Lewich called the Leaders of the clans to tell them to do head count and inform their fellow clansmen that court would be held in the upcoming week. There would be much to discuss including what to do with the captured ghouls and vampires, Fia's judgment and several other things
(Game date for the first night of play during the meetings with your clansmen will be May 5th and the time will be whatever your clan leaders first time stamp will be. So please be vigilant)
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 -Cliffview Falls- 10:00pm- CLAN Nosferatu MEETING SPOT- Spider
It hadn't taken Spider long to take the Dundurn stairs up to his agreed meeting spot.
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Spider hiked down to wait near the falls. It was out of the way and with the rushing water it would drown out any chance of being listened in on even if he was followed by Kindred. Very Few mortals would be around in the area at this time of year. The Nosferatu rested down on a large boulder while staying obfuscated and letting the younger vampire make his presence known.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennilworth- 10:15pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
It wasn't the Bite N Brew. The place was more of a meat market for the white trash of Hamilton. It was a seedy little bar that stank of desperation and unrequited love. The music was loud that made it hard to talk unless you clustered around the table and yelled to each other.
And that was fine with Donna she had been known to sell dope in here for a while. She was just amused at the number of people that were sticking around to listen to the live band tonight. It appeared that the Practically Hip which was a cover band, was well liked by the patrons.
Donna sat alone at her table with a pitcher of Canadian in one hand and a smoke in the other. She hated the place already they didn't serve Rickkards red. But they needed to gather up and see what was going on. She had called the meeting for 11pm and now it was a matter of waiting for Iggy to show up and the potential new comer that she had talked to at sundown that said he was on his way in to the city.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Valley Golf Club 10:00pm- CLAN Ventrue MEETING SPOT- Mark
Mark sat at the head of the board room table. It was true that the meeting spot was a bit out of the way but all of the Ventrue meeting locations in the down town core were in serious need of renovation or repair.
This meeting was a two parter. First he would do a head count but already Mark knew who wasn't present. Hearst as well as Jareth had not been in touch with him since April 23rd. It was a very long time to not report back.
He knew Angel was loyal and supportive. In fact Angel was likely at the airport now picking up the new clan members that were coming to town for support. They would be there for 11pm or sooner as asked. This would give them some time to talk. Despite the clan losing 2 it seemed that there were others that had contacted him that were interested in coming to town .
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:30pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
He had figured it best to just hold the meeting at Nat's Place. After all Natalie's mother was a ghoul and David had filled her in on the larger picture and had the woman ghouled. She now took care of her daughter in more ways than just keeping a roof over her head.
He rattled the set of dice he had in his pocket. He knew Nat wasn't all there. He found it hard to think of her as Emily's Childe. Emily could almost be considered normal. There were thousands of women equally obsessed with their weight. Nat was just plain crazy.
"I'm not going to get started until everyone is here," he said. "Nat, this is the group you were playing Des with. You remember the last session? The city was attacked, the headquarters were attacked and a number of characters died. The Prince has asked each of his subordinate nobles to meet with selected members of the city's population to discuss matters of significant importance."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Airport 10:00 pm - Angel
Angel stood waiting at the Air Canada gate. Mark had dispatched him to pick up two new Ventrue from the airport. They would be arriving on separate flights, one from Detroit and one from New York. The New York passenger wasn't from New York. He was relocating from Europe. 'Old school' was the term Mark had used when he described Grigor. Morgan was actually from Detroit, where he'd built himself a construction empire in a remarkably short time. He was just the type needed to rebuild Hamilton in a style more in keeping with the Kindred's designs.
We'll have time to make the meeting with a few minutes to spare, if both the flights come in on time.
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GMS NOTE:
Due to Kate's amazing feat of consuming fiery death... I've decided to reward everyone.
Feel free to reset your blood points and will power to full for the new chapter here.
Also...
Please be advised I'm going to be giving out exp for the next chapter. So all the exp that has been accumulated since chapter one can now be spent to upgrade your characters.
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GMs Note:
please refer to the experience chart listed in the game section so you can update your character and buy them new skills etc. I am now allowing ppl to update their characters and finally spend their exp points.
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(OOC: I could see through time... And you're welcome everybody!)
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5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennilworth- 10:20pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
Butcher pulled up to the curb at Boomer's and backed in while he took a look around. It looked like any of a thousand bars he'd been inside. Out of the way, no questions asked, just don't bring the heat. He walked inside and looked around; He knew Donna only by stories and a vague physical description but it wasn't hard to pick her out. She was sitting alone at a table while the music played around them.
The band was playing cover tunes, surprisingly well, with a certain amount of style, he couldn't deny them that. Hr grinned at the music and walked over to her table. "Donna?", he smiled as he sat down, "I recognize you from Scotty's description, it's good to meet you in person. I hope my meeting with the Detroit sheriff didn't cause you too many problems."
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5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:22pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Donna motioned for the guy to sit as she paused and pulled out a smoke and lit it. She listened as the practically hip slipped into their next set. A strong rhythm and blues back ground with a solid base and drum backing began to throb filling the bar with the first few bars of New Orleans is Sinking.
The Dusky skinned Spanish Brujha gently bobbed her head to the music as she digested the info and casually sized up the new guy as the songs first verse opened.
Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete
Under skies all smoky blue-green
I can Forksake the dixie dead shake
So we dance the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in
New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim
Colonel Tom What's wrong? What's Going On
You can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said" Hey North you're south shut you big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real."
Ain't got no picture postcards ain't go no souvenirs
My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking about those years
Donna motioned for the waitress to come over and yelled over the music get my friend a glass.
The waitress did and Donna took another long haul on her smoke before she set it in the ash tray and poured a frosty cold beer from the pitcher in front of the Doug.
It was likely the vampire wouldn't be able to drink it and she enjoyed rubbing that fact in. Most vampires hated food but Donna rather enjoyed the bubbly cold beverage and the feeling of it against her tongue and lips. It wasn't even close to being as enjoyable as blood but it was still a creature comfort.
Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river
My feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the Lord above and said hey man thanks
Sometimes I fell so good I gotta scream
She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean
She said, she said I swear to God she said
My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in
New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim
Once the song was over the Bruhja leader turned to Doug. Her dark eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked up at him clearly not intimidated by him at all. "You must be little Douggie. The told me in Detroit to expect you. Nice to see Chuck has a sense of humor. You aren't so tiny. So what can I do for you?"
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5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:24pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
Butcher's mouth quirked as she called him little Dougie. All cultures have their rituals, we aren't any different. Although that doesn't make us immune to the effects. "I'm putting in some face time at the local chapter and hoping you could help me get in touch with Scotty."
Butcher was putting his best face forward both out of respect for how Scotty thought of her but also because he didn't need to start a pissing match with the local clan leader.
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5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:24pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
The amused look on Donna's face vanished and was replaced by a look of cold displacement. She nodded "Yeah Scotty told me they were just opening up a Chapter here. But I don't think its gonna be much use the headquarters was set up in the blast radius."
She picked up her smoked and took one drag before she smudged it out on the bottom of the butt dispenser. "So how do you know Scotty?"
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5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
"Shit! Thats gonna stir up a hornets nest. Godamnit. Scotty is my Sire."
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Wednesday MAY 5th 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
She nodded "Yeah it likely is." She sighed. There was a moment of silence before donna picked up her glass and drained it. "Come outside with me. You smoke cigars? Its gonna be easier to talk to you out there."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
He furrowed his brows a moment and downed his beer in a few gulps. Something wasn't right. He followed Donna outside.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Donna led him out to the parking lot that was surprisingly empty except one couple sitting in their hatch back smoking a joint.
Donna strolled over to the Jeep and climbed in. "Get in." Was all she said. It wasn't a barked order but held the slight undertone of weariness like she was expecting an argument but really was hoping it wouldn't come down to it.
Truth was Donna had to make sure this kid was legit and she wanted to get his story before she told him shit. If he was blowing smoke out of his ass the news wouldn't be so difficult, then again if this was Scotties Child it could be entirely possible that she could be delivering the most devastating news the kid could of ever heard. The hard part would be figuring out who was who. Scotty had mentioned briefly one night on the floor of her living room as they tripped out on a mixture of Mushrooms X-tasty that he had two kids. One that had been a complete disappointment and then the other one. He hadn't said favorite or prized just the other.
So maybe if she told him the news he wouldn't react too bad. The only good thing is he would be confined to the jeep. If he got too emotional she would have to beat him back to reality.
Sometimes she hated her job as a clan leader... But having the new kid in town freak out at a bar qwould be bad for the masquerade.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
Butcher followed Donna out into the parking lot glancing at his bike to make sure it was still undisturbed out of a lifetimes habit. The lot was deserted, despite the surprisingly good band inside, except for a couple smoke out in their car.
They made their way over to a jeep and he hesitated for a moment as she climbed in and told him to get in. What the fuck was this? He gave a mental sigh, pushed his impatience down and got into the jeep.
Once in the jeep he reached into the inside pocket of his vest, pulled out his cell phone and powered it down. This felt like it was going to turn into one of those conversations he wasn't going to want to be interrupted.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Airport 10:05 pm - Angel
Grigor wasn't difficult to spot when he arrived. He wore an expensive Italian suit and expression that he'd just spent the past few hours in a cattle car. Angel chuckled. 'old school' indeed.
"Welcome to Hamilton," Angel said, extending a hand. "I'm Angelo. Mark sent me. We'll get your luggage and hopefully by that time Morgan will have landed as well. Once he's down, we can head out of here."
Grigor's grip was rock solid, only just shy of being crushing. "Angelo. Mark has told me about you. You are to be my guide and mentor to my new home. I'm a little out of touch with the modern world it seems. I will rely on you to teach me what I need to know."
"I will do my best, Grigor," Angel replied. "I'll need an idea as to where to start but that is a conversation best held in another less public place. Let's grab your bags before they end up sending them on to Toronto by mistake."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"Alright Doug heres the deal. You might think I'm jerking you around but trust me thats far from the case. My city just got hit up by Sabbat and security is a bit tighter than normal shall we say. You are saying that Scotty is your sire. Prove it. Tell me when where time details. If not I might have to bury a boot up your ass. If you can tell me enough to satisfy things I'll let you live and I'll fill you up to speed on what I know about Scotty and your Fellow Bike buddies." She was sure to look at him as she said it only pausing long enough to grab the cigar she kept in her glove box. She cut it and lit it and waited for the new comer to speak.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:26pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
Butcher's eyebrows knitted for a moment as he considered what she said, "Alright, fair enough. I know you guys have had Sabbat issues, hell, thats part of the reason that I'm here, so I can understand the security issues. Scotty told me that there were hints of Sabbat sniffing around up here. I'm happy to answer whatever questions you have", He pulled his vest open so she could see several pockets and reached slowly into one with his first and second fingers and pulled out a cell phone, "but the quickest way to handle this is for me to call Scotty and have him to confirm what I say. I don't want to interfere with any kind of operation he's on but frankly, I was expecting a call from him a week ago and I'm pretty anxious to kick his ass for an explanation", he grinned, "or at least give it a good shot", the face became serious again, "In the meantime, I get you've gotta protect the clan, so do you want one of us to call Scotty or should I reveal some personal information first?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:27pm Brujha meeting spot- donna
"Dish with the personal and we can skip over to the good stuff. You could call him but I doubt he's gonna be picking up."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:28pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
"Fair enough", Butcher said, as he dropped the phone back into his cut. "OK, Scotty's my Sire, he's mentioned you a couple of times in the past but I don't know what, if anything at all he's mentioned about me. Did you have anything in mind that would clinch your decision? Otherwise I can tell you that it pisses him off that I can eat and he can't. Especially when I rub it in eating nachos and he has to deal with the morning after", he chuckled.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:29pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Donna clenched the cigar between her teeth as she reigned her temper in. It would be the only time she would do it with the vampire so she hoped that he was hard of hearing rather than stupid. She had justed asked the boy not even 5 minutes prior of details like Date time and where. Perhaps she needed to simplfy it so he could understand it. She thought it was clear enough...
There was just a hint of humor in her tone as she took another puff off the cigar. "I asked before When Where Time and details Dougie don't make me have to spell it out plainer than this. When where you sired. Where and how did it go down. The precision of your answers could save you and I both several rough minutes in the near future."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:30pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
Butcher counted to three while he quietly exhaled. He had never gotten out of the habit of breathing even though he didn't need to do so. Maybe it helped him hang on to his humanity. He used it to focus on making himself relax. Donna had a job to do with a legitimate concern and letting his irritation get the better of him wasn't going to help anyone. This was her turf, she gets to make the rules. "OK, let me start over. My appearing uncooperative isn't going to help anything. I'm just on edge from the road, Detroit and not knowing what the fuck is going on."
"Scotty Embraced me eight years ago. We met through some club business and had ridden together for a few years before it happened. He had ghouled me early on, right after we met, slipping his blood into my drinks occasionally so I wouldn't know. We had been mixing it up with another club at the time and were trying to lay low. We were in a little nowhere town off the beaten path near the Colorado Texas border called Villegreen a few miles from Comanche National Grasslands. He had pulled one of his regular disappearing acts and I was hanging at this little no-name icehouse when some of the guys we were ducking happened to show up. It was such a wild stroke of happenstance that it tempts me to believe in fate. Anyway, when it was all said and done, Scotty found me on the side of the road, bleeding out. It was around an hour before dawn and when he realized that there was no way to save me he asked me if I wanted to live. I said yes and he Embraced me on the spot. It was so close to dawn that I don't even remember him finding us shelter. The next night when I woke up he told me what I was, what he was and started showing me what that meant. I was starving but luckily we were in the middle of nowhere with a national park a few miles away. I'd always been strong, even for my size but when he had me tip a cow by myself without any real effort, it kind of made an impact. We fed off of the cow that I tipped. I can't believe how fantastic I thought it's blood tasted", he chuckled. "We were on the road together for the next 5 years, working for the club, exploring country while I learned from him how to live as a Kindred. We parted ways in Seattle but kept in semi-regular contact and occasionally our paths would cross." He was silent for a moment, a slight smile on his lips and his mind obviously elsewhere.
"So, thats when and where I was sired and how it went down. If you want more precision, I've got my journal in my saddlebags. If you need more context or detail either before or after my embrace, fire away."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:32pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
The Brujha leader mulled the info around in her head. The time woulda been about right from what she had heard from Scotty's tales he had mentioned that he wouldn't be passing through texas for quite sometime. So that might mean Scotty has enemies down there. "So he embraced you on the spot. He contact the head of the city or least the head of the clan before he do it?" Donna asked curiously.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:32pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
"Well, he thought about it. I vaguely remember him saying, "I don't have time for this" but if he was talking to himself or talking to me, who knows. I was busy spiraling deeper into shock. I'm confident he at least considered it but regardless, he did it without permission. Took the leg off the Sheriff with a shotgun getting him out of custody. It was an impressive first lesson that he never missed an opportunity to remind me of. 'Having a Child is a big responsibility, Butcher', he always said", he chuckled. "Definitely hammered the point home though. Needless to say, we avoid Texas."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:32pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"Fine I'll take your word on it. Sounds pretty much par for the course when it came to Scotty." Donna looked over at the large vampire sitting beside her. "Truth is Dougie I got some shitty news for you." Her tone softened just a touch as she took another drag from her cigar. "Scotty to the best of our knowledge has met his final death. Detail's are a bit sketchy but I'll tell you what we know. He was one of the teams that went in to help deal with the Fiends ghoul packs. They weren't overtly friendly either. Lost my arm to one of them while I was down there. Took over a fucking week to grow it back. But Im digressing. He went in there with a crew. And no one from that crew came back. I've tried calling his Cellphone nodda. Accounts from the ghouls in Burlington that were serve the Prince of Burlington and his subjects said that there was some pretty nasty action down there including several sabbat that had decided to create a cook out by bringing along the flame throwers. I'm sorry Doug but your sire went down swinging and took down as many douchebags as he could."
Donna flicked the end of her cigar and fell into silence. The news was delivered. Now it would be the time to see if he would take it calmly or go apeshit in her ride.
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OCC: Dear players pls be sure to add your player vitals to your posts Hitpoints, BloodPoool, and will power as well as Humanity and self control
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 - - Hamilton Airport 10:10 p.m. - - Morgan
BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) HP: 7 (7)
To say Morgan was irritated was like saying that a hurricane was a gently summer rain. It wasn't that he minded flying, to him it was simply a means to get from point a to point b in the least amount of time and with the most amount of frustration. First there had been a security concern during boarding, it took both airport security and the Detroit Metro Police to straighten it out. Time lost: 23 minutes. Then one of the rear left tires on the plane blew while pushing back from the gate. So it was back to the gate, off load passengers, luggage and cargo, wait for a replacement plane, reload all passengers, luggage and cargo. Time lost: 37 minutes. Delayed on the taxi way while airport personal tried to clear a coyote from the runway. Time lost: 6 minutes. And last but not least, they had to wait for their arrival gate to get clear after they landed. Time lost: 8 minutes. Total time behind schedule was 74 minutes. The irritation was rolling of him in almost palpable waves. People were only too glad to move out of the way as he stalked through the airport. Morgan just hoped that whom ever was supposed to meet him was still hanging around.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:33pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher sat motionless, his face a blank. That can't be right, he thought to himself. Scotty's dead? I figured when he didn't call that something was going down but dead? He felt no reaction, just a sense of numb disbelief. He blinked quickly and shook his head slightly from side to side a couple of times, blinked again.
His deep voice was quiet and flat when he spoke. "How long ago was this? What are the odds he's and the others aren't captives?", he asked absently taking a drag on his cigarette.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:33pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"Twelve days ago. I tell you this was the fastest and most brutal Sabbat attack ive ever seen launched in these parts. I've gone down to check the areas but theres nothing. Plus not sure if you ahven't noticed but 1/4 of your city got blown up. Burlington got front row seats for those fireworks. Apparently it was awe inspiring. Fact is if it was the flame throwers that got him no body same if he was on his way back to Hamilton and was caught in the blast. If the Sabbat got him they woulda drained him dry and left him to meet the morning sun. I keep hoping that maybe he will be back but its been over a week. Scotty was the type of guy that he reported in. And I don't see the Sabbat calling us up to negotiate for him if he is alive. Much like us we catch one of theirs we interrogate then end their existence." Donna looked over to the Bruhja "For what its worth, Scotty was a stand up guy. Dependable got shit done and I knew I could trust him to follow orders and have my back. So what will you be doing now that you got this news?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Airport 10:15 pm - Angel
Just like Grigor, Morgan wasn't hard to spot. Just under six feet and well over two hundred pounds, he was a walking thundercloud. Angel sighed. Hopefully he wasn't going to be too belligerent.
"I'm not going to ask if you had a pleasant flight," Angel began, walking up to the man. "Angelo Angelino. Mark asked me to meet you. I've already picked up my other passenger, so we can just grab your bags and get out of here. I'll make introductions in the truck on the way into Dundas."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:33pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Twelve days, Butcher thought to himself. Twelve days, in the shit, and he hasn't reported in. She's right, I'm grasping at straws with the prisoner idea, they would do exactly as she said. Scotty's dust. He focused vaguely on her as her question registered on him.
"What do I do now? I have not a fucking clue. You know about the church? You said it went up with the rest? Shit." His mind was starting to spin and he knew it, too much, too fast. "What I'm going to do now is get drink. Coming up here to help Scotty from getting into to much trouble and checking in on how things were progressing with the new chapter up here...circumstances have altered. For the moment, I just need a drink, maybe a half-dozen, find a place to bunk down before dawn", he said distractedly. After a brief second he focused fully on Donna again, "Am I keeping you from clan or personal business? If not, I'd like to buy you a drink and ask a few more questions."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:34pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"You can and may buy me a drink. And yes were having a small gathering of the left over bruhja's sadly there aint many left. Mainly Iggy and myself now. I've heard wind that we got another joining us and that he should be showing tonight but lets admit it sometimes were not the most punctual of creatures." The Spanish woman looked up at the spring sky and marveled at how clear it was. With most of the industrial section of the city gone it had done much to improve the night sky. "We could use a few more members. We aren't entirely sure if the Sabbat are going to be coming back or not. Things will be quiet without Scotty or Cera around but if you got roots elsewhere and you were up here for a social visit I get that too. Only thing I'll be needing from you then is to stick close by where I can reach you. No offense but I have orders to pretty much Kill any vampire I don't know on site. Wandering round on your own could put a damper on living forever."
Donna look3ed down at her cigarillo and discarded the last third of it into the parking lot. "I don't know bout you but I need a bloody beer."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:33pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher nodded, "Yeah, I can understand that with the Sabbat stepping so far out of bounds. I will be in easy reach. As for roots...it's an interesting question. I was going to talk to Scotty about it. I've been involved with the club for over twenty years. The last eight after I was embraced. It helps that I was a trouble-shooter and moved around a lot but I still have to report and deal with the same people face-to-face every now and again. Its remarkable enough that I'm still alive at all but I'm sure people have started to notice I've stopped changing. I was wondering if it was time to move on. Other than the club, the only root I have-", he stopped himself and shook his head once in a rapid motion, "had, was Scotty. I was hoping he might hang out and be a sounding board on how to handle it. Let's go get those drinks." He opened the door to the jeep and stepped outside, flicking his cigarette butt into the parking lot and walked around the jeep towards the bar.
"So tell me about what I missed. How many did we lose? Do we know who the Sabbat members were that orchestrated and or carried out this assault or whats happened to them? I wasn't expecting...anything like this." He took a deep breath and counted to ten as he let it out slowly, trying not to clench his fists. Just maintain man, he thought to himself, you just need some time.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:33pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"First things first Dougie hold your horses. You are asking for a lot of sensitive info. If you want a sounding board I ain't scotty but I've been around for a while and had to reinvent myself several times. Its getting harder and harder to do nowadays though. I wont force feed you recommendations but if you want some friendly advice that I could give you."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10pm- CLAN Toreador- Helen
Helen smiled as her favorite slipped through the door. It been no small effort to move the art gallery higher up the priority list for repairs. Much of the glass in the building had been broken and several of the gallery's lesser pieces had suffered irreparable damage. Her domain had been restored to it's former glory however and Helen was once again mistress of all she surveyed.
"Hello, Waylon," she said, giving him a short hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I knew you'd be first."
"I thought I'd come early to see if you needed help," the ginger artist lied. Truthfully he'd come early to make sure he was first. The Toreador were strange that way. He knew Helen knew he was lying, just as she knew he knew she knew. It was all part of the game.
"Thank you for the offer but everything is prepared already," Helen said. "We just need to wait for the others."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:34pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher nodded, "I know I am but I figure it's the fastest way to learn the info if you tell me and if you won't, it's nothing personal and I wouldn't have found out if I hadn't asked", he shrugged. As far as the re-inventing part, maybe I can show you a few tricks. The club has a surprising amount of technically competent people and I've worked with a lot of them. I couldn't do most of the work myself but I sure as hell know people who can and how to find others. My issue is more along the lines of when do I know its time to go, although I suspect that the answer is going to be, if you find yourself thinking about it often, it's probably about that time. And if you really have to get my attention, call me Butcher. No one has called me by anything else in twenty years and I'm not used to listening for it", he gave a slight smile.
Talking to Donna was turning into a good distraction for him, it gave him something to focus on and she would be a good sounding board. Although he didn't mention her but a couple of times it was clear that Scotty respected her opinion.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:06pm- Jallyn, Seth, and Vincent
The explosion that leveled a good portion of the city had left many of the vampires destitute. The issue wasn't that Vincent's house and studio had been in the blast radius, however some Sabbat douchebag had figured out it was a haven and had torched it. Vincents place wasn't the only one that had been torched apparently the head of the Gangrels house had met a similar fate.
That had left them little options of bunking down. The prince of the city had tried to do his best to find others accommodations. Some of the kindred offered cash space at their own havens, while the other options had been to stay at the Tisdale apartments.
Jallyn and the two Delvecchio brothers had spent the first couple days bunked down with Angel until The Prince could get the windows replaced in the units that were used to shelter visiting vampires.
After that they had spent most their time at the apartment. It was cramped since they were still sharing with other Kindred but it did its duty and kept them safe from the sun during their slumbering hours.
Jallyn was silent n the matter but felt it was dangerous to stay there. So many Kindred housed up in one building all it would take was a cooking fire and they would all be screwed. She made it a priority to get out and get a place of her own as soon as possible. But with 1/4 of the housing gone from the city and it was the more affordable housing... It meant her dream of living independently might be put on hold.
Despite everything Jallyn felt insecure and vulnerable. She wrapped her jacket around herself a bit tighter as they crossed the road and headed to the Art gallery to meet with Helen.
Seth entered the Gallery as cool and confident as ever. If the attack on the city had bothered him it was something that he had managed to hide. Vincent on the other hand was almost as quiet as Jallyn. He had lost everything in the fire. It was going to be a nightmare to get the insurance company to sort things out.
The trio filed their way into the Gallery to area located around Helens office. Seth greeted her appropriately. Vincent gave her a kind and respective nodd and Jallyn shifted uncomfortably as the Elder's eyes fell on her.
The Truth was Helen had little love for her. Jallyn had been embraced by Seth because she had been a brilliant painter. But her mused had died the night she had and since then she could no longer paint. It disgusted Helen that much Jallyn knew. She lowered her eyes to the floor and greeted her elder with a softly spoken "Good evening Helen."
That was it for the toreadors. Vincent had said Pappilion had packed what items she had left and had moved to Niagara Falls where it was safer. All the violence and fighting had left the petitie ballet dancer shaken.
Now Helen had the center stage to start her meeting.
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Wed. May 5th, 1999- Dundas Driving Park 11:00pm- CLAN GANGREL MEETING SPOT- Sarah
Sarah sat alone under dinette number 4 in the park. The picnic tables had their paint scratched off and all forms of graffiti spray painted and carved riddled the top of the table she chose to sit on.
She had told the others to show up for this time give or take a few minutes. Closeing her eyes she turned on her senses to sniff at the air seeing if she would be able to detect her kinsmen and their arrival.
Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:05pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia pulled up in her Animal Control van. Spotting Sarah, she parked and strolled over, noticing she was the first one to arrive.
"Hey, Sarah," said softly, lowering her head in a bow towards her leader. Her full lips parted briefly as Fia didn't know what else to say after all that had happened.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:05pm - Sarah- the gangrel meeting
Sarah nodded back. "Have a seat or whatever. We are waiting On Xiao and possibily Tamara. I've tried contacting her but so far her cellphones not turned on. Could be she skimped town. Lobo wont be joining us either Fia since hes decided to leave the city. Hes had enough of this senseless fighting and death. Still as a Clan we fared pretty well no one died on our watch. The reason I called you here is simple The Prince is holding court in the next few days. Attendance is mandatory and your Diabarie is going to be one of the hot topics of debate. You know its not too late to just pack up and leave town like Lobo. Technically we aren't even a part of the bloody Camerillia. We go where we will it just seems Hamilton has always had a small branch of us that have hung around. What are your overall thoughts and feelings on things Fia?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:34pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Donna nodded and give the vampire a firm but friendly handshake. It wasn't enough to break bones but there was a confidence behind the way she gripped his hand and a sparkle in her eyes that almost expected him to squeeze back.
"Twenty years in the same field its your first answer Doug. And I'll call you Doug because if you are thinking of reinventing yourself Butcher is gonna have to go. The masquerade comes first and foremost and if you've been running the block with these guys for two decades you need to get out now before they clue in. Bikers aren't stupid they will notice. The only reason you probably havent been bused so far is because you drift from town to town but I can assure you your luck will go south soon. And it will break your heart to have to kill another brother cause he remembered rolling with you 16 year prior and he wont let drop the fact that you haven't aged a day and-" Donna Paused a a drunken pair walked out of the bar to have a smoke and some fresh air. "Talking about this stuff is probably best left to doing back in the truck away from curious ears or if you don't mind me screaming into your ear we can do it in club over a few cold ones."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:34pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher accepted the handshake and gave a slight grin when he felt that little extra squeeze. He replied in kind before nodding his head, "Yeah, it wasn't out of character for me but I've been pushing it for a while. And you're right, that would probably be the hardest thing I could ever imagine doing. Yell all you want I need those drinks."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:05pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=11/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Sounds like things are looking up," Fia huffed, as she sat next to Sarah, "I don't know what to feel about all this. I do know that I killed that guy and now he's in here with me."
She shifted uncomfortably, "Leaving would just make me a coward. I have to at least make up for that trucker. I'm starting to think I would've made a better Brujah."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:06 p.m. - - Dundas Drive Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao's car could be heard approaching at least 1/4 mile away. Her breaks squealed and screeched as she pulled into a parking spot. The drivers side door screamed in protest as she opened it. She thought better of closing it. It was easy to spot Sarah and Fia at one of the tables. They were the only ones in the park at that time of night. She stopped a good four feet away from the two women and waited for a break in the conversation. Xiao approached the two and gave her clan leader and her clan mate a nod and smile. She was glad to see Fia there. Over the past week or so Xiao had helped the other Gangrel adopt out at least two dozen of the animals that had become 'orphaned' during the attack. Most of her regular clients were more than happy to give a home to one or more furry little creatures when she asked. "Sarah, Fia. Are we all that are going to be here or are we waiting on other?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:16 p.m. - - Hamilton Airport - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
It took a brief moment for Angelo's comment about his flight to sink in. But once it did Morgan noticed that most people were giving him a wide berth, very wide in some cases. He let out a deep sigh, gave himself a mental slap to help calm himself down and shook the proffered hand. "The flight was fine actually. It's the every present delays associated with air travel that annoy me," he gave Angelo a smile. "Morgan Reed. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Angelino. Thank you for hanging around." Morgan's hand was still rough and callused, attesting to his previous life of hard manual labor. "I'm sorry about my perceived attitude. It's easy to forget how our emotions can effect those around us so easily." It didn't take long to retrieve his luggage, besides his carry-on Morgan had only brought one other decent size suitcase with him. The rest of his stuff would be brought up if and when he was excepted into the city and he had a safe place to live. Until then his loyal staffers would keep things running back in Detroit.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:06pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Lobo's gone, and Tamara isn't answering her cell," Fia explained, "Looks like just us." Fia grinned despite recent events. She was happy that the Gangrels were all still alive, even if they weren't in Hamilton. Pickle had been fed and, as she left, was eagerly chewing on Fia's, (now Pickles'), brown suede boots. And Chaz had been captured...
"Oh, yeah!" Fia breathed, startling her clanmates, "Chaz! We have him! What do you think is going to happen with all that? Maybe I should just make a run for it."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:07pm - Gangel Meeting
Sarah Stretched lazily out on the table. "Truthfully What I've heard is that he was taken into custody after you brought him to meet the prince and that hes been heavily interrogated."
The Gangrel clan leader looked bored as if none of what they were discussing mattered. "For all I know hes dead. I can't see Lewich keeping him around. Hes not one of our clans and if he doesn't get the proper training from his sired clan that would make him Caitiff and we know that this city doesn't tolerate clan less kindred. By the way Xiao sorry to hear about your house being set on fire too. Thats a shame. But the reason I called you girls here is this. We got court coming up this Saturday night. New arrivals to be announced."
The Gangrel leader paused looking as if she had swallowed something unpleasant then continued. "Fia's trial and likely condemnation and sentence for eating what's his face. The news about what were going to be doing next. Its also going to hold another interesting tidbit that no one knows about. And thats me stepping down as leader and leaving the city. With just the two of you left you can duke it out as to whos going to be head of the clan or if with the small size its not needed. Personally I don't care and I wont be handing it off to a designated person. Its a terrible responsibility and who ever holds it will gain the prince's attention and THAT is never a good thing. Lewich is a softer ruler than Dimitri was. Dont get me wrong on that. He prefers to rule with a council and to let all clans have their say but we trade in the ability for split decisions to be made when he seeks for everyones input. Lewich is a good prince to have around in times of peace. But I think you might see something being put into motion ladies. Its just a guess but Lewich was Prince when the city blew. Others higher up on the totem pole will see that as a sign of weakness and they will come. I don't want to be anywhere near here when the older and stronger kindred move in to take the throne from our wizard prince."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:34pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"No what you need Doug is to find a pretty little chica and get her shit faced then take her out back and have a sip or three. Then maybe you would feel better. Once the meetings done if you want I can find you someone to dull the sting you be feeling right now." Donna replied as she opened the bar door and waited for Doug to enter.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:08pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
If her heart had been beating, it would have stopped. "What?! No! You can't leave us!"
Fia jumped off the table and turned to face Sarah, "We can't let their shit push us out of our territory."
Everything was falling apart all around her.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:08pm - Gangel Meeting
Sarah rolled off the table and sprang to her feet. "I can do it Fia and I am. Look I've had a good run here in Hamilton 9 years thats not bad. But the fact is I got nothing to tie me down now. My house is burned down my garage everything I owned." The Gangrel smiled "feels like I'm newly sired and on my own again. The winds are blowing and change is in them. I just feel the need to get out of here and do my own thing. Maybe take off up to Thunderbay no vampires up there crazy enough to stay up there due to the were wolves, cept well the occasional gangrel. We tend to keep to ourselves. Maybe thats my biggest failure with you guys as a Leader. You shouldn't be that dependant on others Fia. "
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:09pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"If I'm dependent on you, that only shows how well you lead. I look to you for guidance, on account of how I keep fucking up! I hate everyone else in this city. My clan is all I have."
Fia blindly searched for reassurance from Xiao. She hadn't seen her reaction, because of her own shock.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:10 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
Sarah's announcement hit Xiao like a ton of bricks. She may have been a Sabbat infiltrator (she detested the word spy) but that didn't mean she could so easily put aside her clan ties. "I understand your feelings Sarah. That doesn't mean I have to like your decision. What about Rory? Has anyone heard anything from her at all?" Xiao took Fia's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "We will be alright Fia. Even if one of does not step into the leadership role we are independent enough to survive. That is what sets us apart from the other clans so much. We don't really need to bound by clan ties or conventions to survive in this world. We are too independent to place rules and restrictions on ourselves like that. That is what being Gangrel is all about. Freedom to do what you want when you want."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:11pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia shook her head, "It still sucks balls. No, I haven't heard from Rory."
Fia was thinking that it didn't sound so bad getting the hell out of dodge. Go home. Grab Pickle. Take off. I haven't called into work since yesterday. The boss probably thinks I'm dead. I am dead. Less work for me.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:11pm - Gangel Meeting
Sarah let out a sigh and ran a hand though her mousy brown hair pausing long enough to pull it back and tie it it back with a spare rubber band she had in her jeans. "I haven't since the one night. She was alive and well but I've gotten a message that the user is out of the area. Could be she tucked tail and ran back to the US border. Figured NewYork was safer than Hamilton." Sarah Shrugged. "I want you to know though Fia I will be there to support you through the trial. It wont be so bad. God Bless Lewich for believing in trail via peers. This way you stand a chance of living. Rather than stake her outside on the roof top to wait for dawn. The worst you are looking at is execution. But you might end up getting banished or pardoned since it was a war time maneuver. I mean after all it wasn't one of US you ate. It was one of THEM. "
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:11pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
Fia squeezed Xiaoqing back and managed a smile, "I appreciate that, Sarah," She nodded to her leader, dropping Xiao's hand, "I'm going to miss you."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:12 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
"And I will stand with you as well Fia. One thing we always do as a clan is stand together and defend each other." Xiao didn't know what else to say to the woman. She hoped the Prince and the others would go easy on the woman, after all it wasn't like she acted on purpose.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:12pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Thanks, guys," Fia gave a half-hearted smile, "If I survive, I'm going on vacation. Overseas."
"Well, let's get down to business. What's on the agenda for tonight?"
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:13pm - Gangel Meeting
"Well were going to be expected to vote on certain things. Ok first one being the new vampires that were captured and recently embraced by the sabbat and left to fend for themselves here... Whats our take on that?" Sarah looked at both the women waiting for comments.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Airport to dundas Country Club 10:20 to 10:50 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
The airport was small by international standards and Angel was quick getting the truck loaded and on the road. "We'll keep this informal unless you want to do otherwise," he said as he pulled onto the highway. "There aren't a lot of us so it doesn't really serve to be formal. Grigor, this is Morgan, from Detroit. Morgan, this is Grigor from Berlin. You can call me Angel. Only my mother calls-" he paused, remembering the fiery blast that killed his mortal family "-called me Angelo. This stretch of road is the Highway 403. It runs from London to Toronto. We'll pass through Ancaster and part of Hamilton before we reach Dundas." He looked at his watch. "We have plenty of time to reach the meeting, so I'll give you a quick tour along the way."
It felt eerily familiar. He'd given some of the New Yorkers the same tour less than two weeks earlier. Now he was introducing a new set of vampires to the city but this time they were all Ventrue. He wasn't sure if he would be moving any further down the ladder based on anything other than his own actions. It was occasionally irritating to be such a young generation.
"All ashore who's coming ashore," he said as he pulled into the golf course's parking lot.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:08 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Helen
"We have a great deal to cover this evening," Helen said. "Won't you all come into the board room? It will be more comfortable in there." Only the most perceptive in the room might have notice the furtive glance at the clock or the slight frown that flitted across Helen's face before she turned to lead them into the board room.
Once they were all seated, Helen looked once at the door before asking that it be closed. "As a clan we hold considerable power in this city," she said. "We are the most numerous and that gives us considerable weight to put behind our opinion. It will be our opinion that is to be asked for at court this coming Saturday on a number of issues."
Helen looked at her clan as it sat around the table. She smiled. "We will be dealing with the aftermath of the Sabbat attack. We have several prisoners, of varying clans. Their fate will be decided. We will have the formal presentation of a number of newcomers and lastly, we will be asked to determine the fate of the Dialberist, Fia Kade."
"Who all did we catch and what clans are they from?" Vincent asked.
"Chaz, a Lasombra, Mike an aging glitterboy who had the misfortune of being Sired by a Samedi, a true Sabbat Brujah, captured at the beach by our own little ginger ninja, Waylon. A few others. A number didn't survive their interrogations particularly well and one or two were killed in the attack on Whitehern. It seems the Sabbat had a scorched earth policy when it came to prisoners that they could not rescue. I would like to make it quite clear that this clan is NOT adopting any of these strays. They are Caitiff at best and enemies at worst. I see no reason why we should be forced to share our Elysium with them."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:10 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting
"Well spoken as always Helen. I agree full heatedly about not adopting any of the rabble that was found during and after the attack. Our Clan is a pure one and cannot see how adding outsiders to it would do anything except weaken us." Seth replied calmly. "My personal thoughts on the matter are to have them nixed from existence. It needed be so dramatic as a dawn ceremony but surely you can see the folly to leaving them behind and alive. They could come back for them. Its nothing against them as mortals they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Most of these kindred that were left behind were undoubtedly created to be speed bumps and nothing more."
"So what you are saying is because they have no real skill or talent and were created despite this it is best to end things brother?" Ask Vincent his tone was weary.
"Precisely. It takes a certain mental fortitude to accept what it will be like to live forever. I doubt these souls cut the mustard." Seth replied.
Jallyn cleared her throat her blue eyes flickered from brother to brother "Then I too should be on that chopping block Seth. You created me but I was in no way or shape ready for what it would mean to be like this for all eternity."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:08 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon thought of making a 'ass kisser' sound effect when Seth spoke but reconsidered. "Jallyn has the right of it," he said. It was fortunate that he wasn't looking at Helen. Even with his head turned away he could feel the weight of her disapproving glare. "Yes, this particular group of Kindred was Embraced as weapons of chaos, starved and then turned loose. Yes, they were not chosen for any particular trait save that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That does not mean they are not worthy of immortality. Hell, I can think of one or two Kindred that I know who I don't consider worthy. I agree that the majority will not be suited to undeath. The Samedi may well want to commit suicide. God knows I would in similar circumstances. What we have before us is a chance to turn the enemy's weapons against them. How likely are we ever going to be to find a Lasombra that we can train from his earliest nights to be the Judas goat? Rumour has it that they have had a spy in our midst. This is our chance to turn the tables."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:51 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"Angel it is then. It's an honour to meet you Grigor." Morgan held out his hand to the other Ventrue. He had taken in as much of the sites as he could on the drive but not much was worth seeing, unless you counted the blown out and burned down building of Hamilton sites. "We heard in Detroit that you were attacked and things had gone badly but we didn't realize the damage had been so bad. How much are you able to tell us or do we need to wait for that information?" Morgan wasn't so sure he wanted to hang around now but at least there looked to be more than enough work to keep his crews busy for the next two years at least.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:14 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7(7) SC: 3 (3)
"If any of them are deemed suitable to live and they will fit it into any of the clans it is my belief that they be given the chance to survive. Provided there is a member of Hamilton that is willing to sponsor them and who would then be liable for their actions. Not something a lot of us are willing to do for one who is not our own childe. Not to mention that fact that there new vampires were not turned by members of the Camerillia to begin with. That in itself will turn most against them. But if there is a suitable Gangrel amongst them I would be willing to take him or her on as a childe."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:15pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Depending on their involvement with all this, I'd say," Fia pondered, "But they're only going to say what we want to hear to survive, or play it up so we'll kill them."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:15pm - Gangel Meeting
"What will you be saying in defense of Chaz. He was in the hospital eating people. Will you be vouching to have him live or put down Fia?" Sarah asked.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Valley Golf Club 10:51 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"We lost about a third of the city, including most of the blue collar workers," Angel said, thinking of his two brothers. "The industrial sector is one step away from ruined and we're only just getting power and water back to the areas that weren't destroyed. It's a Hell of a mess. You'll get a better idea once you see the map. Downtown didn't take anything more than superficial damage but let me tell you, gas, food, water and glass are at a premium right now."
He held the door open for the two newcomers. "Mark, this is Morgan. Morgan, Mark Robertson, our clan leader. Mark, Grigor. Grigor, Mark."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:35pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Doug walked into the bar as Donna held the door open, nodding at her, "Yeah, that does sound pretty good about now." He took a look around the bar, noting that while there was an abundance of chica's to be had, if he kept to the pretty qualifier, it was going to limit the selection considerably and of that minority, they were already swamped with guys trying to get into their pants. He grinned to himself, well, its not like that was really a problem. He waited for Donna to step inside and headed towards the table that they had just vacated as he spoke, "So whats the general situation with the other clans around here? I never really played too much in the clan politics."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:52 p.m. - - Dundas Valley Golf Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
Morgan held out his hand to Mark. "Mr. Roberts it an honor to meet you. I've heard nothing but good things about you." He was a little confused at Mark being introduced as simply the Venture clan leader and it showed on his face.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:16pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I don't know. He actually called me before the explosion," Fia shrugged, "He was making an effort?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:35pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
"Well lets see... I gotta think about giving you the abridged version..." Donna replied loudly as she leaned in to be heard over the music.
and here i come i lose control, i just can't stop you look so good like a big pork chop ripped my pants, ripped my shirt i'm gonna eat your mother for dessert chorus i can smell your blood, i can hear you breathe i'm gonna eat your heart right off your sleeve eat you cooked, eat you raw i'm gonna rip you up like a big chain saw
Donna had to admit she wasn't familiar with the song but found it amusing.... "Lets see our city is run by a Warlock. Yeah We got a Tremere running the show instead of a Suit. Still anal retentive just less likely to stake you and leave you on the lawn in the morning if you mess up.
We have the respective clans but also Gangrel. Right now we got court coming up to vote on what to do with the prisoners of war and what do to with one of our own that Diabarlized someone. Besides that same rivalarys that most clans got and yeah we got Kooks but they arent so mucking futs that they are useless. Aside from that same shit different pile sir."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:16pm - Sarah- gangrel meet
"So you think he had a part in it then?" Sarah asked looking concerned her brown furrowed slightly.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:16pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Possibly. I didn't really get the chance to talk to him," she mused, "I guess we'll find out when we get to it. I don't want to take him on as my childe. I have nothing to teach but suckery."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:52 p.m. - - Dundas Valley Golf Club - - Mark
"Its a pleasure to meet you Morgan. And its Robertson, not Roberts, but you may call me Mark. You don't mind me calling you by your first name do you? We're all from the same clan and it is my personal hope that you will be staying here in Hamilton for some time. The market is ripe for the picking and you have a niche talent sir that we can put to good use."
He then turned to Grigor and offered his hand out to the heavyset man with his large bear paw hands. "I hope your trip to Canada wasn't to eventful. Please have a seat can I interest you gentlemen in some refreshments before we get started?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Airport to Dundas Country Club 10:53 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I'm fine Mark, thank you," Angel said. "My herd is a little thin right now but the best parts are still intact. Gentlemen? Do you need anything?" He set a large sheaf of papers on the table in front of him. He didn't know what mark had to talk about but he knew that he had plenty to cover himself.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:16pm - Sarah
"So you have no intentions of supporting him. Thats all I needed to know. So you're vote is to do whatever with him. You don't care if he lives or dies. What about the others. I also want your opinion on them. I mean the Sabbat guys we caught for sure were gonna die but the left overs... And to my knowledge none of them were gangrel in fact i don't think any of them hail from camerillian clans Xiao, perhaps that changes your opinion some?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:36pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher nodded in time with the music as he listened to Donna. "So what started the Sabbat on the warpath? This seems like a large and open campaign, even for them. Ballsy as hell." He raised a large arm to catch the attention of a waitress.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:17pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"They did what they did knowing what was going to happen. They attacked the city in an attempt to overthrow the Prince and turn kine into cattle. I'm interested in what other people think should happen to them."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:36pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"No ones sure. Something bad was brewing in the wind and they swept down hit us hard and fast and then vanished. The aint into guerrilla tactics like this. Most of em plan a bit more and things lst longer than this. Its almost likely it was a distraction for them to do something else. I have my idea's but... Im not at liberty to say what it was they were trying to go after." Donna replied as she watched the waitress go over to Butcher and take his order.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:17 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
"Not in the least Sarah. If they are willing to be brought into a clan and live that clan's rules and its structure then they should be given a chance to live. And Fia darling you have more to offer a childe. You truly care about kine and mortal alike darling. You can teach a new born vampire how to retain its humanity and how to care for others. That is not an easy thing to do Fai, caring for others the way we are. But if you don't want to take the responsibility there is nothing that says you have to. If he is willing and he is suited to life as a Gangrel I will take him on if the Prince will allow it."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:17pm - Sarah
"This meeting is about what you guys think. I need to know your final answer in this. Fia this is likely the first time you've seen a court of this magnitude. The prince will call on each clan for its votes. So I don't care isn't going to cut it. So again voting wise... Yes or no to keeping the sabbat cannon fodder alive? Yes or no to keeping the Sabbat foot soldiers alive? and yes or no to punishing Fia for Diablarie."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:17pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"No, thanks, Xiao," Fia put her hands up, "I don't want that kind of responsibility. I don't think any of those people would be well suited to my personality. I appreciate it, honey, but it's not going to happen." She turned back to Sarah.
"Victims, yes. Soldiers, no. And, obviously, no."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:37pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher gave a disarming smile at the waitress when she arrived, "Two of whatever she's been drinking", he said, nodding to Donna. He waited until the waitress left and said, "That seems a likely conclusion. It certainly focused everyone's attention. This begs the question of what the real goal was, did they achieve it and what the hell are they going to do now. If that was a distraction, you can be sure they're not finished yet."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:37pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Her face became closed as she stared at the ashtray "I know for a fact that they didn't take what they were after. The Prince of the city has made me swear my silence in this matter as to what it is that they were after. I just pray that the attempts will stop. they may not of gotten what they came for but they awakened something that even I refuse to mention at this time. Will they be back? It really depends. If its going to happen it will happen in less than 6 months then again it might be more like a year. Theres change blowing on the wind and its settling over this city Dougie you gotta ask yourself if you want in on a part of this or not. We live in interesting times thats a statement truer to none. If you want in sir mum is the word. I present you to the prince at court and you can be in on the action and make yourself a new life here in Hamilton with my support and the blessing of the community."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:18 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
"I think is it obvious that we cannot afford to keep the Sabbat soldiers alive any longer than is needed to get all the information from them that we can. As to those that they turned and then let loose on us, it is not their fault. Their actions were dictated by pure reflex action not conscious thought. They should be given the chance to atone for those actions if they so wish. And if they do not wish to repent and live by Camerillia and clan laws then it should be left up the the Prince to decide their fates. I for one am far from qualified to judge them. But if he will allow it and if he is willing and is suited to it, I will foster Chaz and maybe one other. All should be given the chance to learn to adapt to their new lives. As for Fia, she did what she did during a very stressful situation. She frenzied and broke the law. It was not done out of anger or a desire for revenge. It was an accident, something that could not be foreseen or controlled. Some punishment may be in order but certainly not her finale death. But once again it is not for me pass judgement on her. Could any of the rest of us say we would not do the same in her place? And I am more than willing to stand in front the Prince and repeat all of this." Xiao looked at Fia. "I will do everything in my power to protect you Fia. You have my word as clan on that."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:37pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
"That's something at least. As for the timetable, not getting what they were after has probably put a kink but I wouldn't count on it to hold them off for too long. I can't imagine they would have gone to all that effort and not had a backup plan. As for staying on here, given that you're willing to present me at court I think I have more than enough reasons to make a place here for a while." He lit a cigarette and thought of giving up his life. It was long overdue anyway. He was hoping to talk to Scotty about that...he couldn't believe those fuckers killed him. "So do we have any idea of what kind of losses they took in all this?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:37pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"The fighting was spread out between our city and burlington. From all reports in Burlington we killed 15 ghouls and 8 kindred. Over here the numbers haven't been tallied up. But I'd say they're close to Burlington just less heavy on the ghoul counts and a bit more heavy on the kindred count. Mind you most of em were freshly embraced by all accounts." Donna explained and grinned as the waitress came back to the table with 2 pitchers. A husky chuckle escaped her lips as she looked at the frosted pitchers. "Hope you don't mind I had ordered a pitcher before this you did order 2 of what she was having."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:38pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher chuckled, "I got no problems with an extra pitcher. We drinking with a glass or the pitcher itself?", he said with a smile. He furrowed his brows then and asked, "How many did we lose?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:38pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"That I cant tell ya. This meeting was supposed to be head counts. We lost 3 Boogie, Scotty and Cera." Donna replied as she paused long enough for the waitress to lean in and set 2 frosted glasses on the table. "I we lost more than I wanted to and we have rumors of people being MIA. We've been patient and hoping for contact however if theres no news by court. They will be presumed dead or in enemy hands, and that amounts to pretty much the same thing anyhow."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher paused filling up his glass and looked at Donna, "We lost three as in Brujah or three as in all total not including MIA?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:38pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"Three just from my posse." Donna said. "Almost every clan has lost at least one."
She poured a beer pushing the thought from her mind. "We got his the worst though. Were ground pounders though. We go in we fight we fuck things up. Its to be expected right? Still we got fucked seven ways from sunday. Our Turf and Hunting grounds went up in smoke. Prince better be compensating me and mine for that let me tell you."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:19 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Gangrel Meeting
"Alright. Duly noted. Anyone else want to say anything before we wrap this up?" Sarah asked as she looked at her two clan mates.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 5 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher finished pouring his glass of beer, "So you're telling me that we lost three brujah and all the other clans lost at least one member. So at a rough guess thats around eight of us to eight of eight of them, except that where we were sacrificing eight trained, hand-picked kindred, they were throwing away cannon fodder they just recruited cause they were in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time? And thats not including the MIA? Whats the prince like, how much of this was his responsibility? Are we supporting him after this?"
Butcher took a deep breath, this sounds like a total cluster-fuck but nothing is as it seems and you weren't here, you don't know how this played out and regardless, Scotty died with nobility. Where the fuck did that thought come from, he wondered to himself. Because Scotty met his final fucking death, idiot, a deeper, colder part of himself answered.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
The better glass in Donna's hand shattered under her tight grip sending Canadian and glass everywhere. She hadn't meant to do it but truth was Dougie was running his mouth off talking bout shit he didn't know and doing it in a place that was too public for her liking.
She had told him at first he was new wait and find out and he was pushing for info. Now he was judging the kindred of the city. Okay everyone was entitled to it.
But what pissed her off so badly wasn't all the words and pointing of blame at the prince, but because truthfully there was someone to blame. There were at least two people.
First and foremost she had failed as a scourge to detect these kindred from coming into the city. She had failed at noticing any new ghouls. She had failed and that would likely be brought out into the open at court. Failure meant punishment and even worse it meant that harpy bitch Helen would have something to hold over her head.
Donna slid away from the table a frown on her face as she dropped the rest of the glass on the table and stood up. "Dougie do yourself a favor and shut it. You don't know whats going on round here. Watch and observe before you go off half cocked. Its a good skill to pick up. Besides Ignacio will be here soon and we can talk about this diplomatic mess then. Till then keep it light man."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 4 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher closed his eyes an took a deep breath, counting to ten, waited for one, and exhaled for a count of ten. It pissed him off, not knowing what was going on, but he was the outsider here. Again. He wasn't going to get anywhere by shoving his opinions down anyone's throat. And she's lost people, of course shes defensive, the clan, under her leadership, seems to have borne the brunt of the losses. But the bottom line was, while he was angry, none of his questions were out of line. If he had phrased less personally she probably wouldn't have taken as much offense. He looked at Donna intently, "Look, I know you lost people. I know I wasn't here for any of this and that makes me the least qualified to make judgments. But Scotty is gone. Dust. No coming back." He clenched his fists and they began to tremble while he spoke. He'd said it. Scotty was gone. Final death, game over. He thought Scotty would be there forever. They'd seen so much mayhem, personally and together, how the fuck could this have happened? At the front of his mind, all he heard was, 'fuck it, kill everything in sight and don't stop till you get to the people responsible.' As the trembling engulfed the whole of his massive frame, a tiny part of his brain knew he was losing it and screaming at him, 'Get a godamned grip! What the fuck would Scotty want you to do? Lost it in a bar full of bystanders of focus on making sure this NEVER happened again?'
(OOC: Will spent on overcoming frenzy)
After what seemed like an eternity, Butcher opened his eyes again looked at Donna, "I apologize. While I don't think the questions I asked are in themselves unreasonable, you're right, I was already judging without all the facts. My Sire is dead and I need to understand why and make sure that whatever Scotty's death means something. It was not my intention to take my anger out on you. But if you will have me, I will stay and help you make sure this doesn't happen again. If you will excuse me, I'm going to step outside for a moment and clear my head."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"By all means do what you gotta do Chico." Donna replied spreading her arms wide before she gestured for the door. "Where the fuck is Iggy. Fuck man I know I said eleven but hes usually pretty good bout showing up in time. Fucking guy..."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:39pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 4 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher looked at her, feeling slightly ashamed and embarrassed, "Gracias. Lo siento por mi temperamento, no volverá a suceder. I'll be back in a minute, I just need to clear my head. What time is the meeting? I wouldn't want to miss a chance at learning more before I judged anything", he gave a wry grin.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:40pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
"Id rather stake out the parking lot for Iggy to show anyhow than wait here. Shit happens and tempers flare, truth be told I'm surprised I haven't force fed you my fist yet. Tonight's been a good night."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:41pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 4 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher smirked, "I understand exactly how you feel", he looked serious for a moment, "I know I may have stepped on some toes with you but aside from the fact that its not my intention, how would you react in my situation, honestly? Anyway, you wanna step outside and grab a smoke? Any laws you care about in this place regarding taking the pitchers out with us?"
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:19pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I know you both have my back, but everyone else only knows what I've done," Fia sighed, "I'm just going to have to suck it up, and take my 'punishment', bullshit or not, like a champ. When it's over, I'm blowing this pop stand."
(OOC: Sucking and blowing in the same post. All for you, LadyJ.)
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:20 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
The situation was not a very comfortable one so Xiao did what she always did in such situations, she withdrew. Not physically but mentally. She put on a blank, almost stoic face and withdrew back into herself. It was bad enough that Lobo had fled and Rory and Tamara were MIA, now both Sarah and Fia had voiced their intentions of leaving town as well. That was going to leave Xiao as the only Gangrel in Hamilton unless others were presented at Court. Whether they were transplants from another city or survivors of the Sabbat attack didn't make much difference to her. What was worrying her the most right now was the fact that if she was the soul remaining clan member in town then it would either fall to her to fill Sarah's seat on the council and let the voice of the Gangrel's be heard or to be silent and let the other clans decide her fate. She really didn't want to have the eyes of the Prince and the other clan leaders on her but then it could be very advantages to her. Having first hand knowledge of what went on with the Council and Court could seriously advance her cause.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:54 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"Morgan is fine. And thank you for the offer but I managed to catch a bite before I left Detroit." He took a seat and waited patiently for whatever information was to be forth coming.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 10:54 - 11:10p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Mark
Mark sat at the head of table and got down to business. He filled the new comers about the events leading up to the attack on Hamilton and Burlington. Soon after that Mark explained what had happened during the attacks on Hamilton and the effects. He then carried on to new arrivals from New York and the news of potential new comers coming to Hamilton from Various clans to help rebuild.
"What that being said we are now planning on investing as much money as we can into purchasing real estate in the now ruined sectors. Even if we purchase a couple city blocks worth it will give us the benefit. Now gentlemen as ask you to open your wallets wide and give much thought as to how much you can put into this endeavor. With Morgan here we will have an excellent construction site on hand as well to help make sure everything is built to spec." Mark replied.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:30pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
He had figured it best to just hold the meeting at Nat's Place. After all Natalie's mother was a ghoul and David had filled her in on the larger picture and had the woman ghouled. She now took care of her daughter in more ways than just keeping a roof over her head.
He rattled the set of dice he had in his pocket. He knew Nat wasn't all there. He found it hard to think of her as Emily's Childe. Emily could almost be considered normal. There were thousands of women equally obsessed with their weight. Nat was just plain crazy.
"I'm not going to get started until everyone is here," he said. "Nat, this is the group you were playing Des with. You remember the last session? The city was attacked, the headquarters were attacked and a number of characters died. The Prince has asked each of his subordinate nobles to meet with selected members of the city's population to discuss matters of significant importance."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:11 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"I would need to take a look at the areas that need reconstruction before deciding on what sites would be best for investing. Apartment buildings are always a good investment, so is most commercial property. But we would definitely need to invest in some single family dwellings as havens for Kindred. My crews can make any sort of upgrades and improvements that might be needed for comfort and safety." Morgan paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "We might want to consider investing in some small businesses. Offer then loans to help rebuild and restart in exchange for one or more of us being silent partners. We could control a lot more of the city if we worked behind the scenes like that then we could if we tried to openly buy up a large amount of real estate. It would be harder for the other clans to know exactly how much of Hamilton we truly owned if we were to become silent partners in more businesses then we openly owned."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:30pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - Natalie
"Yeah about the group David. I dunno... I'm usually really good at gaming groups but that was like LARP times ten for intensity. And I don't think I did good. I couldn't keep character. I don't think I liked Des much as a character she wasn't gelling. I don't know if I can really settle in on another session with those guys." The blonde Malk said with a frown as she sipped a cup of hot chocolate. "No offense but I think maybe they got some issues mentally. I mean there was an explosion and no one wanted to go home and no one broke character what the fuck eh?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:13 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
Angel pulled out a number of sheets of paper. "These are the properties my family owned in that area," he said. "As soon as legal issues are settled, I'll be inheriting something like half a block, since my family had a thing about being close physically as well as emotionally. I'll be anteing them into the pot. I've also got a few other ideas I want to bounce around. With the waterfront totally leveled, I was thinking about the possibility of trying to get a slice right on the water. I think a hotel casino would fly here. There was a man willing to donate the old Eaton's centre for a casino site but the city council dithered so long he said fuck it. I think they're sore enough from the missed chance to give us a shot."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
David shrugged. "Like character actors," he said. "And here I though you were looking for a serious, serious, serious, serious, serious group. We've got a couple more people joining our Clan as well. They don't much like to break character either. Sir Allan is likely going to miss this session because he 'doesn't do peasant dwellings'. Justice is a little bit of a Bible thumper IC, so try not to get her started because she plays the die hard radical fanatical like she was one, one, one, one, one, one, one. Damn!"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:13 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Mark
Mark grinned "Indeed actually these area's..." he paused to open a portfolio and set down a map. "Were the ones I had selected for condos and apartment complexes. With more housing and a better quality of it will bring in people and with it the chance for more businesses to open as well. This has been a tragedy but from the ashes I think this revitalization project will give Hamilton a much needed transfusion. I have to admit the casino Idea has merit Angelo."
He marked out the area's on his map that Angel indicated belonged to his family members and nodded. "The harbor front is going to me a lot more upscale after this. I have a few people doing some conceptual art for me right now for buildings. We could likely lease out units on the waterfront for a competitive price and have folks from Toronto and Oakville willing to move into this area. Plus there's the issue of the Tisdale apartments being rather old and outdated for housing our Kindred quests.The Prince agreed to the prospect of relocating and re- zoning and having downtown's Elysium potentially moved. His words were 'It be nice to maybe relocate or set up an alternate place to hold court' The water front project is going to cost a fair amount but I'm sure we can lower those numbers some and get out and track down who knows what and convince them to sell for peanuts. The best time to strike is when everyone's in emotional termoil and not thinking about the larger picture."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - Nat
"So we got new players and don't worry I wont mock the bible around her. Umm What if my character does it in character though? Is that cool or should I avoid that all together. Argh! Seriously this sucks. Ok if I DID decide to play. Can I make a new character or persona cause yeah Des sucked. I mean surely theres some sort of persona or character class that would fit in better right? Gimme some inspiration sir"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:06pm- Jallyn, Seth, and Vincent
The explosion that leveled a good portion of the city had left many of the vampires destitute. The issue wasn't that Vincent's house and studio had been in the blast radius, however some Sabbat douchebag had figured out it was a haven and had torched it. Vincents place wasn't the only one that had been torched apparently the head of the Gangrels house had met a similar fate.
That had left them little options of bunking down. The prince of the city had tried to do his best to find others accommodations. Some of the kindred offered cash space at their own havens, while the other options had been to stay at the Tisdale apartments.
Jallyn and the two Delvecchio brothers had spent the first couple days bunked down with Angel until The Prince could get the windows replaced in the units that were used to shelter visiting vampires.
After that they had spent most their time at the apartment. It was cramped since they were still sharing with other Kindred but it did its duty and kept them safe from the sun during their slumbering hours.
Jallyn was silent n the matter but felt it was dangerous to stay there. So many Kindred housed up in one building all it would take was a cooking fire and they would all be screwed. She made it a priority to get out and get a place of her own as soon as possible. But with 1/4 of the housing gone from the city and it was the more affordable housing... It meant her dream of living independently might be put on hold.
Despite everything Jallyn felt insecure and vulnerable. She wrapped her jacket around herself a bit tighter as they crossed the road and headed to the Art gallery to meet with Helen.
Seth entered the Gallery as cool and confident as ever. If the attack on the city had bothered him it was something that he had managed to hide. Vincent on the other hand was almost as quiet as Jallyn. He had lost everything in the fire. It was going to be a nightmare to get the insurance company to sort things out.
The trio filed their way into the Gallery to area located around Helens office. Seth greeted her appropriately. Vincent gave her a kind and respective nodd and Jallyn shifted uncomfortably as the Elder's eyes fell on her.
The Truth was Helen had little love for her. Jallyn had been embraced by Seth because she had been a brilliant painter. But her mused had died the night she had and since then she could no longer paint. It disgusted Helen that much Jallyn knew. She lowered her eyes to the floor and greeted her elder with a softly spoken "Good evening Helen."
That was it for the toreadors. Vincent had said Pappilion had packed what items she had left and had moved to Niagara Falls where it was safer. All the violence and fighting had left the petitie ballet dancer shaken.
Now Helen had the center stage to start her meeting.
Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:15pm- CLAN Toreador - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy's shoes slapped the pavement as she ran across MacNab towards the Gallery. She made her way inside the building. Andy had only been in the gallery once before, but instantly knew the layout. She came to the door of the conference room and knocked. She was late...
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:15 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I think we could likely convince the Prince and the Primogen council to move Elysium to the waterfront," Angel said. "We might even be able to get city council to propose the idea and submit a sealed bid. Collectively we've got enough influence to get our design selected, especially with a number of local businessmen willing to invest. I'd certainly buy a portion of the building for use as an expanded recording studio. As far as my properties, they're too far from the water to be useful for that but they could form the basis of an apartmetn building or condo complex. I'd be willing to donate them as the foundation for a building that would replace Tisdale."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - Nat & David
David sighed. "Nat, changing characters in this group is not cool. Most of them have been playing their characters for years and they'd see it as a newb, newb, newb, newb move to change after only one adventure, especially if your character wasn't hurt and wasn't 'facing the time to move on'. If you feel you have to, sure. Just understand that everyone is going to still see you as Des for the first little while, especially if they have to miss the next couple of sessions. You'll need to explain to them OOC that you've got a new persona."
"Meh. That's fine," Nat replied. "I don't mind having to tell them and being looked at as the newb. If they are that elitist that they'll have a fit when I change my character, I don't think I want to play with them."
David sighed. "You want to bark with the big dogs, you better be able to keep up. Okay, we've still got some time before Justice shows up, so what do you want to play?"
"You see, I haven't been able to look over the books, so I don't know the rules yet. Can't you tell them I'm in the process and I'll just be quiet and stay in the background until I figure out what I want to play?"
"Maybe," David said. "But you'll have to just sit there, no matter what is going on and some of the npcs might not know you aren't a full player and they might interact, so it's better to have the basics, even if the character isn't fully fleshed out. I'd almost consider it cheating if you started adding skills just because they fit the situation. Not unless you took that as an advanced trait and I don't think you've got the points to buy it."
"Dude, I did lots in the last campaign. I should have tons of exp. How much did we make anyway?"
"Those points won't apply to a new character," David answered. "And the gamemaster doesn't like people comparing numbers. It leads to complaints of favouritism, especially if somebody gets lots for a subplot that no one else was involved in." Sometimes dealing with Nat's insanity was a pain in the ass.
"I just don't get how you level them up."
"Stick with one character for more than one session and you'll find out. IC skills are based on RL experience. You spend time driving a car, your drive skill goes up. Spend time driving a car and try to raise your combat skills and he'll disallow it. Just tell your session gamemaster or me what skills you feel you used enough to raise and he'll make the adjustments. Like, like, like, like, like I said. This is a very good group."
Nat groaned. She looked a little uncertain. "I guess maybe I can try it. I don't know. I still think it would be better than bringing in Des. That or I don't think they'll like the new personality I have to give her, after I come back here and tweak the character."
David chuckled. "Tweak, tweak, tweak away. You've experienced a traumatic event. I think I can talk the gamemaster into accepting a radical personality change as part of post traumatic stress disorder, which, incidentally, should earn you some bonus exp."
"If you put it that way.... Fuck."
"Well, part of the disorder might include amnesia or something like MPD or dissociation where you create a whole other persona to deal with the stress, stress, stress, stress, stress. Thay way you won't have technically changed characters but you won't have to play Des anymore. What name were you thinking of?"
"I don't know. This creative process takes time. Maybe I could play Desdemona and fall back on my own personality. They wouldn't know the difference. You know, I can be confused and clueless as opposed to she who knows whats going on and does what she's told. And it's kind of a good way for me to learn the gamer because if I play stunned and unaware, it's more hands on."
"Just don't go too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too, too clueless," David advised. "Make sure you still play somebody who can interact and react. Otherwise you'd spend all session crouched in a corner trying to hide from all the vampires. I assume that is what you'd do if you found yourself in a room full of vampires. God knows I would."
"I don't know. I'd think it was kind of cool. As long as they weren't trying to eat me."
"Vampire. Human. Predator. Prey. If they, they, they, they, they, they, they knew, you would so be lunch."
"Yeah but I wouldn't know that so I'd just think it was cool. My outtake on it."
"Not very realistic but if that is how you want to play it."
"Dude there's tons of movies out there where people find out about vampires. And books."
David held up his hand. "Hey, not my character. You want to play it that way, don't be surprised if you get eaten. But you're still playing vampire, not a mortal, so nobody should take a bite."
"Good. If I don't like that, I can always change how I react later."
"Fine. Any other changes you want to make to Des before we get started?"
"Not that I can think of."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25 to 10:41pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy was late. He was on his way when a wail from the rubble caught his attention. He had avoided the rumble for the last few days. Workers had been milling over during the days and each night a little of what was his life was removed. His studio was filled with the reclaim gold, silver and platinum from destroyed temple It was that twisted metal that he was using now. Donna you might as well have the rest of my life. The iron maiden was taking shape - he had pictures of its prgress with him. Iggy followed the wail it can from under one of the rubble piles. Buried near the surface now was a familiar gold locket. Once its was in his hand the clear reassuring voice of Dhinga ran in in Iggy's ear. One more part of his world regained.
Iggy returned to the Jammorik's home - more elated than he was previously.
"Jay add this to the bag".
The visit last night was revealing. Iggy's guest had visited and stayed for hours. A lot was said - truths told, questions raised. Even though the Brujah seemed at rest. Iggy chuckled to himself - Dhinga would be proud - I have accepted. The thought of his mentor missing since the war rattled his composure but only the four people sitting with him would have noticed. But they know him well. They had watched quietly for the last week and the hammers flew in the workshop. The world always made more sense with the swinging of the hammer. It was done. It spoke to him.
Iggy looked at Robert and nodded. It was time.
"Robert, I want you and Jennifer here in the house until I get back. Tom, I know they want you elsewhere but for the next while you and your uniform will be watching this house. I have my cell phone Should buy stock the way I go through these and I want to be notified immediately if anything unusual happens - REGARDLESS HOW INCONSEQUENTIAL - Am I clear." A nod from Tom assured Iggy his orders would be followed. "Jay you are new to this - you are to stay in the basement. You are not to fight. If anything happens and Tom and the Jammoriks fall you use the bolt hole - make sure you have that bag I readied. Dhinga watch over them, protect them. Steel, you're coming with me."
Steel jumped up from Iggy's feet, and the two headed out. No leash or collar on Steel, but the dog heeled perfectly with Iggy. There was however a greater glint of intelligence and adoration in Steel's eyes.
Stopping at the door he put on a leather jacket. It was Boogie's jacket still stained with blood. Lobo the visitor last night left it for him. It didn't fit well but Iggy wore it with strength - talisman like.
Iggy and Steel left. Officer Mckay followed them outside and watched as the two Brujah and dog headed toward Boomer's.
Walking along Beech road Iggy saw the devastation just north and west of him. Hamilton was hurting. And if Hamilton hurt - then Iggy hurt. It was his turf, his home it would not happen again. Fucking traitor Angel - What good does he expect to gain. Curse him and all Venture - they'll sell their mother if it suited their plan. Fuck - who would have thought my friend would half destroy this city just so he could own it. But it fits - Angel always hated Hamilton - thought it could be made better - more suited to HIM. But not this time dear brother. There is no way I will be able to convince anyone of your mad desire for power or to what lengths you will go to satisfy them - but I will be right there - involved in your every act. I will be the protector of Hamilton - I will be vigilant.
Iggy's musings on the traitor Angel boueyed him through his walk and soon he was at Boomer's. Stepping in Donna was in the corner talking with one of her bitchs. Whatever. Iggy strode over and pulled out his chair. Still standing, "Donna, have pics for ya." Iggy tossed a series of pics down - it was of the making of the iron maiden. Already it could be seen that it would be a glorious piece of work. The maiden was forming into almost the perfect image of Donna at her most fierce. Flames haloed her body making the statue seem alight and imbuing the maiden with an otherworldliness of strength. The line where the two halves split - which wasn't completely vertical - was worked into the design as a scar. It told the perfect image and twisted it into something tragic as well.
As the pics cascaded to the table,
" So Donna - Boss lady." Iggy ignored the man with her.
" The gang is hosed girl. Scott is MIA. So is Boogie. The city is in ruins, our dens destroyed, I am lucky the building is gone but my people all 6 of them are safe."
Iggy sighed with the frustration. It had to be done. If he was ever to be able to follow her again.
"Donna ya know I love ya. But Donna I have to make sure the gang will regrow and be safe. Ya know I got to do it - Girl as leader ya dropped the ball. So though you'll probably kick my ass - I can no longer respect your authority girl."
Iggy voiced snarled - he was ready, "So GIRL - are you good enough - I'll meet ya outside. Mano a mano. "
Iggy backed away toward the parking lot.
OCC - I hope I have timed the walk right adjust as needed
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:15pm- CLAN Toreador - HELEN
The Toreador leader stiffened. "Waylon, would you get the door please?" They all watched as Helen's favourite opened the door to allow Andy to enter. "Hello, dear," Helen said, offering the latecomer a smile but not moving to greet her with the traditional kiss on each cheek. "We're already well into the meat of the meeting. Won't you take a seat so that we can continue?" Her voice was like silken honey, soft and rich, her smile welcoming and sincere. She looked at the others. "Are there any questions as to what we have discussed?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:15 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting
Jallyn sighed she stood when the new comer entered the room."Welcome I'm Jallyn." she greeted the woman who Helen had pointedly not introduced. She sat once Andy was seated before she retook her chair and went back to the debate. It was best not to be too nice when Helen was in a sour mood. But perhaps a new comer meant that she would be taking less of the the brunt of Toreador Clan Heads displeasure. "I cannot agree to the taking of anyone's life. It doesn't matter how terrible the deed they commuted was. In the end they will receive judgment until then they either atone for whatever sin they committed. Be that in the form of service where they have to preform labour or imprisonment. But I believe that we do not have the right to kill. And the same can be said for Miss Cade. What she did was immoral by our laws but she didn't feed from one of us, she was fighting for her life when she lost control isn't that right?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:15 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting
"Irrelevant Jallyn." Seth replied."Your religious beliefs skew the importance of this issue. It really will be nice when you let go of that Catholicism you hold so dear to your heart The fact is Fia ate someone. Yes it was not one of us from the Camerilla but she did consume a kindred. Nows shes had a taste for it, there's nothing to stop her from partaking in the forbidden fruit so to speak. Once you've taken on the the stain in your aura it will always show dark and foreboding. Whats to stop her from deciding to snack on more of us. If you don't believe in thou shall not kill consider it an eye for an eye my dear."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:18 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting- Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I agree," Waylon said. "Now that her soul is marked, there is no way of telling how many times she has indulged. Quite frankly, I don't want to spend any more time alone with her than I have to. I suspect she didn't try to take a chunk out of me at Whitehern because the Prince knew she was in there, there was another witness and she was too wounded to stand a chance against me. As far as the Sabbat are concerned, it's a moot point. As Helen said, we stand united as a clan. The majority of them, despite the fact that they were unwilling, committed terrible crimes against this city, not just against us but against the Kine."
"Things like this have happened during war in the past and have been overlooked," Vincent said. "In fact it's encouraged during Blood Hunts. If not encouraged than at least accepted. What Fia did was wrong but given the circumstances I see it as forgivable. I think she should be watched, not executed."
"Personally, I think calling a Blood Hunt on her would just be opening up a whole new game of hot potato. Fia would be gone but whoever finished her off would be the next one on the 'to be watched' list. What would give them the right to thrive on the same crime Fia was condemned for? My vote is for stake and bake."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:17 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting
"I'm not saying we should call a blood hunt on her Waylon." said Vincent. "I was merely saying that the Camerilla does permit Diablarie from time to time. I for one have to semi side with Jallyn on this. But not for religious purposes. If you had lost control any one of you at this table my answer would be the same as it is now. There are too few of us as it is to be casting aside valuable members. Fia and the rest of the gangrel and the Bruhja are and always will be our shock troops. Its better to keep her on hand on a leash to let loose on our enemies than to take her out back and put her out of her misery. I'd rather those clans brave the front lines than to have to be up there. But thats just my two cents worth."
"Thats terrible." Jallyn exclaimed. "She has feelings. Im sure shes very repentant about what she did and that she feels horrible."
"Feelings or not my dear." Seth interjected. "She did the crime and should do the time. If not extermination there needs to be a consequence for her actions. Maybe being bound to the prince might be another more humane option. Is that less of a strain on your christian morals?"
Jallyn gripped the edge of the table but stayed silent but anyone there could see her knuckles were turning white. It was clear the red headed Toreador was going to show restraint and not answer with comment despite the barb.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:18 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting- Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Don't mock her beliefs, Seth," Waylon said. "If they give her comfort, so be it. They've give her the strength to forgive you for the sins you've committed against her. Besides, her beliefs aren't the issue. Fia sucked a Kindred dry. Swallowed him whole. Gangrel or not, that moves her into the rabid dog category and leash or not she's more likely now to bite the hand that feeds than she ever was before. She sucked back a Sabbat like he was a Corona and I somehow think that is going to colour her opinion on things. I don't see this as being something a smack on the wrist will fix."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:19 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting-
Seth snorted "I could care less if she dies if it needs to be put out there as a vote. Shes not from this clan. And I don't have much use for Gangrels in general. However you're being a drama whore Waylon. If she was going to eat you she likely had the opportunity to take you out or any of the other party members during her crusades in Hamilton during the invasion. However I suppose we could hedge our bets here and have it be a win win situation. We vote either she is destroyed or to become Lewich's bitch dog from here to eternity."
Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose in a very human and reflexive tell. "I don't want to really sway things off topic too much but I do feel the need to let you know that I do want a vote and say in this but if we go all blood thirsty and condemnation here, I for one would be ashamed of our clan. We are known for being softer and emotional and intuitive. If no one from here is willing to give a vote of compassion what does that say about us? I tell you perhaps Pappy had it right. The prospect of maybe seeking refuge in Niagara Falls is starting to sound mildly tempting..." He paused and offered Jallyn a smile. "You could come dear, and leave that grouch of a brother of mine behind."
"She is mine Vincent." Seth hissed his tone becoming dangerous. "She has not finished her apprenticeship with me so you will do no such thing!"
"I was merely jesting brother." Vincent explained. "It was in poor taste I just find the mood too dark for my liking."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:19 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting- Helen
"Be still, Seth," Helen warned. "I doubt Vincent was trying to usurp your obligations as Jallyn's Sire. You act like the dilettante we are so often accused of being. So fierce. So possessive, as if she were an artwork in progress. You needn't be so strident. You accuse Waylon of being a drama whore and yet you hiss your response like some leaking boiler."
Helen stood, regarding her clan. "These arguments are pointless. We are going to vote as one. Jallyn, Vincent, if you cannot vote with us, then I suggest you not be present at court because I will not have this clan seen as being divided. How you deal with the repercussions of being absent is up to you but if you are present, you are voting that the Diablerist pay the ultimate price."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:19 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting-
Seth acknowledged Helen's comment with simple nodd and calmed himself.
Jallyn raised her hand. "Um Helen? Ma'am? I understand you want a united vote and all, and forgive me, because this is my first time attending a court like this. I just wanted to ask; is it common to have to vote unanimously? It sort of takes the fairness out of a vote if we all have to agree. Can't you just announce three votes for yay and two for nay? I don't mean to be disrespectful but if there is no room for an honest vote, than holding a trial for Fia is just a farce."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:20 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting- Helen
Helen gave Jallyn a maternal smile. "You are young, so I will explain," she said. "Of course this trial is a farce. The Prince is giving us the illusion that we have some input. It is all an elaborate show. Those that understand do not question. Those that question or expect their opinion or words to have any effect do not understand. You see my dear, what you actually think doesn't matter."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:20 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting- Jallyn
Jallyn's eyes shone with horror as her lips drew into a surprised little 'O' . Inside she felt as if a peice of her soul was dying. She was to have no say. Nothing she said mattered...
"You're all terrible. Horrible... Monsters. So this trial is nothing but entertainment for the masses?! I cannot abide by that. The thought of executing and damning someone for the purposes of amusement is amoral and just- just.. wrong." The young Toreador replied. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes and fought to make sure they didn't spill onto her cheeks. Her voice shook. "We have to be better than that. I refuse to cave in to such barbaric and wicked impulses. Don't any of you have the desire to retain your humanity or have you all lost it and this is what I have to look forward to in the upcoming decades?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:21 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon blinked. "Helen, as much as I respect your opinion, I cannot accept that Antigen is doing this simply as an exercise in bread and circuses. I realize you want to act as a united clan and I agree with that but having no say at all? I agree with Jallyn. If that is how things are going to go, what is the purpose of this meeting?
Helen looked at Waylon. "To discuss our plans for the future of the city."
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"Don't bother Waylon." Jallyn replied softly. "Nothing we say matters apaprently, you heard it from the horses mouth. The clan leaders call the shots here so it doesn't even matter what we decide about in regardes to anything. If our leader doesn't like it. Shes just gonna Nix it."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:21pm- CLAN Toreador - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy's eyes flew back and forth between the Toreadors. Having never met Fia, Andy didn't have much of an opinion of her, but she'd heard the stories. Seeing as how she was a member of the city now, it was time to state her own thoughts on the matter.
"You can even up that vote, Helen," Andy said, avoiding eye contact with her leader, "I agree with Vincent, that she should be watched."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:22 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting - Helen
Helen turned to look at the newcomer. "Perhaps you did not hear me. There is no vote. I am telling you how to vote."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:22 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting -
"Thats unacceptable Helen. I don't mean to try and get you angry but why should your opinion be the only one the matters." Jallyn began, but Seth took her hand and squeezed it.
He leaned in close his voice the softest of whispers. "Speak at your Peril she will hurt you if you piss her off." His eyes turned up to Helen at the head of the table. "She's young Helen you remember what it was like to be full of so much fire and ideals."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:23 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting - Helen
"Haven't you realized, Jallyn?" Helen asked. "You lost your ability to determine your own path the moment Seth Embraced you. When you became one of the Kindred and a member of this clan, you lost your old life. You lost your chance to bear your own children, replaced only with the ability to Sire Childer. You lost your ability to dine on succulence, replaced with the ability to feed on Vitae." The Toreador clan leader reached under the table and placed a silver goblet in front of her. "And you lost the ability to make your own choices, replaced by the bindings of Toreador blood."
The goblet was a warning, as was the small knife Helen set beside it.
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OCC: Fuck you helen....
May 5th Wednesday 1999 10:23 pm - Art Gallery of Hamilton -- Toreador Meeting
Seth's fingers dug into Jallyn's flesh as Helen set the cup down. He flashed his child a warning and relaxed as he saw her bow her head. "You have made your point Helen. I apologize for upsetting you." The last thing that could make eternity more of a hell than it already is, would be to be blood bound to that bitch...
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Hamilton Art Gallery- 10:24pm- CLAN Toreador - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy was wondering what Helen would do if Andy had angered her. It sent tasty shivers up her spine. She decided it was best to stay silent for a moment, lest she leave with less than she came in with.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:25 to 10:41pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy was late. He was on his way when a wail from the rubble caught his attention. He had avoided the rumble for the last few days. Workers had been milling over during the days and each night a little of what was his life was removed. His studio was filled with the reclaim gold, silver and platinum from destroyed temple It was that twisted metal that he was using now. Donna you might as well have the rest of my life. The iron maiden was taking shape - he had pictures of its progress with him. Iggy followed the wail it can from under one of the rubble piles. Buried near the surface now was a familiar gold locket. Once its was in his hand the clear reassuring voice of Dhinga ran in in Iggy's ear. One more part of his world regained.
Iggy returned to the Jammorik's home - more elated than he was previously.
"Jay add this to the bag".
The visit last night was revealing. Iggy's guest had visited and stayed for hours. A lot was said - truths told, questions raised. Even though the Brujah seemed at rest. Iggy chuckled to himself - Dhinga would be proud - I have accepted. The thought of his mentor missing since the war rattled his composure but only the four people sitting with him would have noticed. But they know him well. They had watched quietly for the last week and the hammers flew in the workshop. The world always made more sense with the swinging of the hammer. It was done. It spoke to him.
Iggy looked at Robert and nodded. It was time.
"Robert, I want you and Jennifer here in the house until I get back. Tom, I know they want you elsewhere but for the next while you and your uniform will be watching this house. I have my cell phone Should buy stock the way I go through these and I want to be notified immediately if anything unusual happens - REGARDLESS HOW INCONSEQUENTIAL - Am I clear." A nod from Tom assured Iggy his orders would be followed. "Jay you are new to this - you are to stay in the basement. You are not to fight. If anything happens and Tom and the Jammoriks fall you use the bolt hole - make sure you have that bag I readied. Dhinga watch over them, protect them. Steel, you're coming with me."
Steel jumped up from Iggy's feet, and the two headed out. No leash or collar on Steel, but the dog heeled perfectly with Iggy. There was however a greater glint of intelligence and adoration in Steel's eyes.
Stopping at the door he put on a leather jacket. It was Boogie's jacket still stained with blood. Lobo the visitor last night left it for him. It didn't fit well but Iggy wore it with strength - talisman like.
Iggy and Steel left. Officer Mckay followed them outside and watched as the two Brujah and dog headed toward Boomer's.
Walking along Beech road Iggy saw the devastation just north and west of him. Hamilton was hurting. And if Hamilton hurt - then Iggy hurt. It was his turf, his home it would not happen again. Fucking traitor Angel - What good does he expect to gain. Curse him and all Venture - they'll sell their mother if it suited their plan. Fuck - who would have thought my friend would half destroy this city just so he could own it. But it fits - Angel always hated Hamilton - thought it could be made better - more suited to HIM. But not this time dear brother. There is no way I will be able to convince anyone of your mad desire for power or to what lengths you will go to satisfy them - but I will be right there - involved in your every act. I will be the protector of Hamilton - I will be vigilant.
Iggy's musings on the traitor Angel boueyed him through his walk and soon he was at Boomer's. Stepping in Donna was in the corner talking with one of her bitchs. Whatever. Iggy strode over and pulled out his chair. Still standing, "Donna, have pics for ya." Iggy tossed a series of pics down - it was of the making of the iron maiden. Already it could be seen that it would be a glorious piece of work. The maiden was forming into almost the perfect image of Donna at her most fierce. Flames haloed her body making the statue seem alight and imbuing the maiden with an otherworldliness of strength. The line where the two halves split - which wasn't completely vertical - was worked into the design as a scar. It told the perfect image and twisted it into something tragic as well.
As the pics cascaded to the table,
" So Donna - Boss lady." Iggy ignored the man with her.
" The gang is hosed girl. Scott is MIA. So is Boogie. The city is in ruins, our dens destroyed, I am lucky the building is gone but my people all 6 of them are safe."
Iggy sighed with the frustration. It had to be done. If he was ever to be able to follow her again.
"Donna ya know I love ya. But Donna I have to make sure the gang will regrow and be safe. Ya know I got to do it - Girl as leader ya dropped the ball. So though you'll probably kick my ass - I can no longer respect your authority girl."
Iggy voiced snarled - he was ready, "So GIRL - are you good enough - I'll meet ya outside. Mano a mano. "
Iggy backed away toward the parking lot.
May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:43pm Brujha meeting spot
Donna took a look at the pictures and calmly tucked them into her Jacket. Iggy's call out made her raise her eyebrows. "Mano a Mano hunh? Last time I looked I'm not a man, chico. You seemed to want to stress that thirty seconds ago, but I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, if this childish behavior is any indication. If you want to go, boy, I'll go. Just not here. You pick a place where we won't have an audience and tell me where you want the flowers sent."
Iggy was being a Childe. He wanted to talk about failures and not feeling safe. It was war. People died. As long as Toronto stood there was a chance for this to happen time and time again. Last time she was the last one left standing out of her clan and she knew how Iggy felt.
Every Brujah had fought and it was their call to do so. They fell. It was tragic. What pissed her off more was the fact that Iggy was bemoaning the fact that Boogie was dead and he had been a member of the their clan for only two short days and he had more to say about that than Scotty.
Scotty she had known for a good stint but she did feel the loss of Boogie and Cera. No doubt they fought bravely, but it stung. The only thing Donna was guilty of was missing the tell tale signs that the Sabbat had entered the city.
The boys had made the decisions to stand their ground and fight for their city. Donna hadn't held a gun to thier head. It was a part of being Kindred and a price that had to be paid to keep the city free.
Donna couldn't totally damn Iggy for the lack of comment about Scotty. It could be that he was holding on to the faint hope that their member was still alive.
Beating the shit out of Iggy was going to be almost felt pointless. His work was wonderful on her commissioned piece but Iggy wanted to make waves and felt the need to push things. It happened with all the younger kindred. Iggy needed to step up and take a go. She would put him back in his place. Perhaps being soft on him had been a bad thing. Perhaps treating him as a younger brother was not the way to go. It was time to stop looking out for Iggy and protecting him. He was coming into his own and he had to face the music and accept responsibility for his own mistakes as well.
It was something she wasn't looking forward to. Court.... There would be too many confessions but if she was going to lay things out on the table, perhaps it was wise to air all of the clan's transgressions. It was fine with her. Dougie was going to get to see how things worked and would get to take his swings in after if he thought he was king shit as well.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:20 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Gangrel Meeting
Sarah nodded. "If they go you can come with me or go your own way... Ok look Fia heres how Courts going to go. You're going to be presented. The Prince will tell you to tell your story. Of course your going to have everyone present there to act as judge and jury. So dont be all embellishes this or that. Just tell them what happened and let them know damned well from the get go that you hadn't planed on eating this guy. Xiao and I have your back at the trial Fia but I don't know how the other clans will vote. Shoot it might even be wise to talk to some of the ones you consider friends and see how they plan to vote, umm thats if any of kindred in the city are friend worthy. I don't really have much use for them except my own clan."
Sarah looked thoughful "Oh something else that might help is to talk to your 'pussy posse' and see if any of them can testify on your behalf."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:21pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Yeah... Umm, there are only two of the pussy posse left alive, or that like me and they're both Malks. You two are pretty much the only ones worth talking to. What does that say about my fate?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:40 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Mark
After several moments of debating the building plans and proposals. Mark changed the topic to the war and its events and the impacts it had on them as a clan. I think the next topic to talk about would be Fia Cade of the Gangrel Clan. This is going to be the hottest topic at court for most of the clans. Angel you were there first hand tell us what you saw."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:41 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I'm sorry to disappoint, Mark but I didn't actually see anything," Angel said. "I was busy dealing with the police, keeping them off our backs. By the time I got back, the fight was over, the deed was done and all i could do was get Fia back on her feet and back into the fight. I'm not much of a witness in this case. I had to be told what happened by Athial, Antigen's apprentice."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:41 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Mark
"The perhaps you would be kind enough to fill in our new comers as to what supposedly happened and the end result of said things."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:43 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I'm not sure how much you know but the Sabbat turned a number of newly embraced vampires loose on several of the hospitals in the city," Angel began. "The Prince is a Tremere and isn't exactly the greatest war Prince. He sent groups out, groups of mixed clans with no clear leaders. Mine included Fia Cade, a Gangrel. She seemed to thing she was a better leader, based entirely on the fact that she and the others in the group shared genital arrangement. She called them her 'Pussy Posse', not that it matters. Her leadership style was fairly obvious. Kick,bite, scratch and ignore the advice and orders of better leaders, up to and including releasing a vampire that had been captured in direct violation of the princes orders. Shortly afterwards we encountered a cop who had one of the Sabbat Kindred pinned down. I dealt with him, assuming the five others could handle the Kindred. As it turned out, Fia handled him. He latched onto her and she Frenzied on him. As Athial so poetically put it, she drank his soul."
OOC: I was out of town working otherwise this whole thing would have gone differently. Tain't my fault...
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:44pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Donna took a look at the pictures and calmly tucked them into her Jacket. Iggy's call out made her raise her eyebrows. "Mano a Mano hunh? Last time I looked I'm not a man, chico. You seemed to want to stress that thirty seconds ago, but I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, if this childish behavior is any indication. If you want to go, boy, I'll go. Just not here. You pick a place where we won't have an audience and tell me where you want the flowers sent."
"Mi hermana, mi camarada - It not that I want to go - I have to. This shit, Scotty everything thats gone. I need to fight it out of me. Either you Donna or a couple of stupid punks - but I snapping in two. Boss stop me from bigger mistakes."
The meanness in Iggy eyes flashed, a flicker of sanity showed buried quickly into the madness of the last few days. Could no one see that my rage is eating me alive.
Iggy spin the chair around and sat. His face a mask of control, he nodded to Donna - "Junk yard on Melvin and Barton one hour after this meeting"
Looking over at the third person Iggy nodded, "Dude."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:46pm Brujha meeting spot-
Donna nodded "Fair enough. Say hello to Dougie. Hes new to town. He also happens to be Scotty's Childe." She said the tone in her voice let Iggy know that this was the sort of night she was having, one shitty event piling up to the next.
He would get to have his fight but they did need to finish some business.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:46pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Dougie, Scott's childe - strong blood there. I've been using his shot gun for my own - saving it in case he shows back up - but hey man he's your dad so if ya want it, just ask."
Iggy's faced relaxed - he reach in a pulled out some nice vintage Arturo Fuentes, six in all, "give thing I brought extra" and he offered them out starting with Donna.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:46pm Brujha meeting spot- Donna
Donna thanked Iggy but refused the offer. She would appreaciate one later but not right now.
She poured Iggy a glass of beer and had him sit. When all was said and done they needed to seriously party and get shit faced and let loose.
Donna wasn't in the mood for long speeches. "We lost alot of clansmen to this attack. Brothers and sisters and it fucking hurts. Boogie may he rest in peace." She held her glass up in salute. "He was a bad ass mother fucker with an attidtude to match."
She looked to Iggy. "Scotty and Cera are MIA but I got word that...." She paused "The wont be coming back. The tangled it on with a squad of Flash Shapped ghouls rather than dropping back and letting them get away they took em down hard and fast. But.. The wont be coming back. Scotty was like a bro to me. It fucking cuts to the quick. And Cera she was a tough thing. I'm pissed right now we lost a lot of good comrades. Wars a fucking ugly bitch of thing gentlemen. I'm sure you both have seen it to some degree. This sort of shit is going to happen though until we wipe every Sabbat bastard off the face of this planet. We don't got much Now Iggy and Doug and its a tall order but we got each other and a chance to rebuild and become stronger so we can honor the memories of the fallen."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - MacNab
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HtK 7 (7) H 6/6 SC 3/3
The horse whinnied and tossed its head. Both it and the Fiaker coach buggy pulled up along a residential house. The teamster jumped out of his seat and, after pulling down the carriage steps, opened the door. "Sir, we have arrived."
From inside a strong aristocratic voice sounded, "Well done, Mr Scott." A large gentleman dressed in Victorian evening suit and cane stepped down. "Thank you Mr. Scott. Go find the horses and yourself some refreshment - just meet me here when I am finished."
The gentlemen nodded at the driver and handed him a small sac of coin. He then turned toward the address he had been given. He did not look back as he crossed the street. Dear David, an evening soirée - excellent for a fine spring eve
The gentleman approached the door and rapped soundly with the head of his cane. Waiting politely for it to be answered.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:46pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
Iggy drained the beer offered, "Shit Donna - here's to Scott and Cera! Kick ass Scott where ever ya are, take care of Cera too!"
Iggy whistled at a waitress, "Tequila shots honey, doubles."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING -
The door was answered by a woman in her late 40's her features pleasant even if the woman was mildly plump. She wore her hair short in a page boy style but but offered the man at the door a warm smile. "Ah good evening you must be one one Natalie and David's friends. Please come in, just follow the stairs down on your right and don't worry about your shoes. Once you hit the bottom of the stairs the door on your left is the closet you can hang your garb up there. The door opposite is where you will find the others."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:32 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - MacNab
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HtK 7 (7) H 6/6 SC 3/3
"Thank you ma'am. Instructions well given" He took the women's hand in his and as he shook it in greeting he pressed a loonie into her palm.
He followed the instructions and was soon in the basement. Odd location but maybe the best place for a smoking room in such a quaint house. As he entered the room he saw David with a young lady.
"David, David so good to see you now that I am back in Hamilton. And I see we have someone new to our little late night clique. Lady, Sir Allan Napier MacNab at your service, but please call me Allan."
"David what news of the city. We had frightening reports in Niagara-on-the-lake but this devastation - makes the rumours far too true. I heard that the Indians or the Americans had risen up against us again."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:33 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
"Sir Allan! I wasn't expecting you," David said, rising to shake the man's hand. "I thought perhaps you would be too busy to join us. Welcome. May I present Desdemona? She prefers to be called Des. She, she, she, she, she, she, she is new to us and our Clan."
"We are in need of your skill at warfare, old friend," David continued. "It was neither the Indians nor the upstarts to the south that attacked us, it was the Sabbat, ancient and eternal enemy of our Camerilla. They violated our uneasy peace, attacking not only Hamilton but Burlington as well. The city was left virtually in ruins and we are forced to rebuild. I'm not sure if you were aware that there is a new Prince. I don't recall, recall, recall, recall, recall, recall if you were still here when Antigen rose to power. He has asked us to discuss as a Clan what we can do to assist in the rebuilding, as well as a few other things of grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave import."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:35 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting - Justice Carpenter
BP 12 (12) W 6 (6) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Justice Carpenter sat with her absinthe green eyes focused on the suburban road as she sat parked in front of the domestic residence of the night's meeting. She had pulled up in the silver compact just as the lavish horse drawn carriage had pulled away and she had watched the eccentrically dressed man disappear into the house she herself was required to visit within in mere moments. Her dark head bobbed as it bowed towards the naugahyde clad steering wheel as the brilliance of the verdant of her eyes was veiled behind her eyelids. Once her concentration had been lowered the incessant buzz of the unseen voices picked up and swarmed her skull like a swarm of furious insects. Snippets of voices, in sighs, whispers, screams, howls, growls, groans and laughter seemed to encompass her form entirely, but she remained still, her eyes closed and her face entirely expressionless. Then a single voice rose from the cacophony of human sound and rang with a venomous aggression.
You traitorous, blasphemous little wretch!! You disgust me! Straight into the nest of vipers you go, bitch! You'll burn!! You'll burn!! Not even the good lord himself can save you now, you soulless beast!
A stale breath was forced from Justice's body as she instinctively cringed from the assault of the voice, but her reserve slammed back into place instantly. her lisp barely moved as her voice almost silently answered the voice only she could hear, "Leave me be, Malachi. I am still doing The Lord's work. I still walk by his side, on the path of righteousness and I never stray from His guidance. I am still carrying out the work that you trained me for from birth."
LIES!! LIES!! Oh the lies that fall from your mouth like the molten lava from the depths of hell itself! WORE! WHORE!! My daughter, the very vessel of the devil's whore!!
Justice's fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel, the pialble material giving slightly under her strength and her eyes screwed tightly shut and her soft voice began praying over the continued screeches of her Father's verbal abuse from beyond the grave, "Therefore put on the full armour of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel ofpeace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."
The prayer had risen in volume until nothing but the bellowing tones of the young Malk filled the compact with their reverence. She slowly opened her eyes and realised that her father's voice was quelled for the time being, although the voices of the others still remained on the very edge of her senses. Her left hand instinctively touched to her ribs for the comforting rigidity of the large, antler-handled hunting knife in its leather sheath that was concealed beneath her jacket. She exited the conically small and rather normal looking car and made her way to the residence. One hand firmly rapped on the door, and she stood at ease, her hands clasped behind her back, but her wild eyes darting to every shadow and pool of darkness as she waited.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:34 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING -
Natalie accepted Sir McNabs greeting. "A pleasure Sir Allen. You may address me as Desdemona or simply as Des, most folks prefer the later its less difficult today.."
The truth was Des wasn't sure of all of this. The had been too little time to really revamp her Character and she wasn't even sure where she wanted Des to go. At least she could tweak it and try to make it her own. Clueless Des wasn't working. She was going to need David to get her a source book for this game so she could really get the mechanics down.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:35 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING -
The door to the two story brick house opened and Nat's middle aged mother stuck her head out the door. The pleasantly plump blond offered Justice a smile. "Hello dear are you here for Nat and David's meeting?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:45 pm - Venture Meething
Mark nodded. "So as a clan we need to be sure our voice is heard at court this week. The Prince would like to see what the overall opinion is of letting us keep a Diablarist in our midst. I would like to hear your pinons on what we should do with Fia Cade."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:37 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting - Justice Carpenter
BP 12 (12) W 6 (6) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Justice's fevered gaze snapped onto the decidedly normal looking woman that had opened the door and gave her a curt nod, "I believe I am."
She hesitated for a moment as the voices distantly rolled like like a gentle Atlantic wave, before she offered her hand, "Justice Carpenter."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:37 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting -
"Angie Haymmer, I'm Natalie's mother. Do come in dear and its nice to meet you. Can I get you something to eat? I'm in the process of making some Cinnamon Rolls if you are interested, if not just head down stairs the group is just settling down and getting comfortable." the woman said in way of introduction and gestured down the stairs to the direction that the evening's meeting was taking place.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:46 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"My opinion is fairly obvious," Angel said. "Fia screwed up and needs to pay for that mistake."
Grigor looked at Angel, then Mark. "There is always a need for a weapon that can be aimed and released to do its job. If she returns from that mission intact, replace the collar and keep her muzzled until the next time she is required."
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:46 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"My crews have never worked on a casino but with the proper blue prints they can build just about anything asked of them, short of a bridge or a roadway that is. Apartment complexes are simple enough to build from the ground up and even easier to do a total internal renovation on. As for tracking down ownership of property, I have two people on staff that do that full time so that should make things go smoother on that end. As for your properties Angel. I think they would make an excellent location for a secured living project. Something like the housing projects in Detroit or New York but totally fenced in with security gates and guards. More for the well to do business men, politicians and the like then for the lower income families. Don't get me wrong, we will need to replace much of the lower income housing that was affected and can do that for just about materials cost once we get approval, but to really make a statement we need to impress the more affluent citizens and to do that we need to show that we are willing to put out the money to try to keep them safe from the same thing happening again. I will still need to see photos and or video of the areas we are thinking about but I can get that from my general manager and my foreman when they get here tomorrow morning. They will be bringing one of the company helicopters up with them so I will make it available for clan business in the future.
As for this Fia Cade situation. The only thing I know about it is what I have heard here tonight but seeing as it was done in a time of war and not out of any real desire to Diablarise another Kindred it is my humble opinion that she should be given a chance to explain herself and if she is truly sorry about what she has done then she should be given another chance, especially if the Sabbat was trying to eat her in the first place. Granted some form of punishment is in order but it really is not up to me to say what it should be."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:47 pm - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"That sort of set-up isn't likely to fly in that part of Hamilton," Angel said. "Not to mention the fact that a one block area isn't likely to be large enough. Maybe closer to the water it would work. The Eastwood park area, for example, right beside where the brewery used to be." He pointed to the area on the map, then moved his finger over a few inches. "The yacht club is close by and relatively intact, surprisingly enough. Speaking of they yacht club, we could probably pick up the majority of the sunken ones for a song. Bring in a business that specializes in custom vessels and we can hit the ground running."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:37 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting -
"Angie Haymmer, I'm Natalie's mother. Do come in dear and its nice to meet you. Can I get you something to eat? I'm in the process of making some Cinnamon Rolls if you are interested, if not just head down stairs the group is just settling down and getting comfortable." the woman said in way of introduction and gestured down the stairs to the direction that the evening's meeting was taking place.
May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:37 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting - Justice Carpenter
BP 12 (12) W 6 (6) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Thank you, Ms Haymmer. No thank you to the cinnamon rolls, I'm not hungry, but they do smell great."
Her voice was surprisingly soft and feminine as she declined the offer of an indigestible treat and unzipped the knee length boots. She gave Nat's Mum a brief nod and clutched her boots in one hand before skulking off to the basement.
She stood half in the door way and half in the room, silently observing the other gathered Malkavians. She knew every one of them was just like her, the damned, but not a single one of them appeared to be the vessel of the plague. Her hand shifted from the butt of the knife that nestled against her ribs and dropped to her side as she gently cleared her throat, "I'm not late am I?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:48 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"I see what you mean Angel." While still looking at the map Morgan pulled a cell phone from his coat pocket and without a downward glance got into to the text message application. In less than a minute he had a short message typed and sent off then slipped the phone back into his pocket. The message simple read: 'Aerial survey of Hamilton a.s.a.p. concentrate on map coordinate areas' which was followed by the map coordinates for the water front area, the downtown area, the Eastwood Park area and the area that housed Angel's properties. "I should have the results from the aerial survey within the next two or three days. But I will still need to go and physically look at the areas to properly visualize what types of structures would sit best on the plots and fit in with the still standing buildings."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:38 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting - David
"Not at all," David said, rising. "Justice, may I present one of Hamilton's foremost citizens, Sir Allan Napier MacNab? He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he has been a fixture of this city since the beginning. Our hostess for this evening is Desdemona, although you can call her Des if you like. Sir Allan, Des, may I present Justice Carpenter? She is new to our city. Justice, I am David, head of Clan Malkav. If you have any issues don't hesitate to come to me with them. I'm helping Des work through a few but, but, but, but, but, but, but it's not a problem, for me. I can multitask. Currently we're discussing what we can do to help the city rebuild after the explosion that destroyed so much and killed so many."
David hadn't quite figured out all of Justice's issues. He'd been warned of her fanaticism before her arrival but he knew there was likely more to her than met the eye.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:51 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - MacNab
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HtK 7 (7) H 6/6 SC 3/3
"Heavens David - I should have been notified sooner. The cannons will be up and loaded and ready for when you need them. Dastardly business - I should have never approved moving the capital away from Hamilton. "
"Then Desdemona it is. An excellent name made popular by the bard himself. I do agree my dear there is such a lack of respect for the olden ways." he smiled at Desdemona and bowed as he regally kissed her hand.
With David's introduction MacNab turned "Ah is not the family of Malkav blessed. With Desdemona and your graciousness Justice are we not more perfect then the toreadors." He bowed and kissed her hand also.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:50 p.m. - - Dundas Country Club - Ventrue Meeting
Mark looked to the others. "We can discuss the finer points of rebuilding afterward. However Morgan we did ask for you to come up to build the complexes and housing that I provide for you. In Terms of things to be addressed in court there had been some concerns about an insider feeding the Sabbat information. We have a spy amidst our own ranks it seems. Also there will be many new faces at court being introduced. We can only pray that these new comers are not additional spies, however it would be the prefect time to set some into our ranks once more. These are the things that we know for sure are going to be addressed by the prince.Does anyone here feel that there are any other things that we should present in way of concerns to our fellow kinsmen?
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:37 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan pulled up outside the address he had been given and glanced at the clock on his dashboard. He would make it well before the eleven o'clock deadline he'd been given which should give him a few minutes to say hello to everyone. He placed the Hummer in park and and killed the engine, locking the car. He was still feeling a bit of rushed as he had just gotten into town a short time ago but was smiling as he approached, looking forward to meeting the clan. He rang the doorbell and waited.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Dundas Country Club 11:51 pm - Grigor
"I am here to observe and learn," Grigor said. "Being a newcomer to this city, I can offer little in the way of suggestions. What I do have, however, is very deep pockets and an understanding of business. I will put both at the disposal of my Clan and my Prince." He spoke slowly, as if english was a difficult language for him and he didn't want to make any errors.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:38 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting -
"Oh my goodness! Another one! Hello there." Again Nats mom came to door looking the man up and down. The middle aged blond wiped her hands on her apron leaving tiny trances of flour. "Are you here to visit Natalie?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:41pm Brujha meeting spot- Butcher
HP: 7 (7) WP: 4 (5) BP: 14 (14) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher nodded to the newcomer, interested to see how this all played out. "I'm guessing you're Iggy. Thanks for the offer of the shotgun. I'll take you up on it." Things were still falling out all over the place and would be for a while unless something else came up.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:39 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan smiled at the pleasant woman who greeted him. "Good evening! I suppose I am. David had told me that this is the address we would be meeting at. Are there many others? I hope we're not inconveniencing you too much. Where are my manner's? My name is Alan, it's a pleasure to meet you", he said, giving her a warm smile. Do you mind if I come in? I don't want to keep anyone waiting."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:39 pm
"By all means feel free to enter. If you are a friend of David's you are good people. Can I get you anything in the way of refreshment? Pop? Juice? A bite to eat perhaps?" She asked him as she opened the door wider and motioned him to come in.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:40 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan gave her a warm smile as he stepped through the door, "Thank you, I appreciate the offer but I've had a bite already this evening and I don't typically take anything between meals." He gave Mr Holmes a shush, as he started making observations about the woman in front of him, knowing from past experience that any conversation he might offer would not be to most people's taste, at best.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:47pm Brujha meeting spot- Iggy
BP 12 (12) W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2
"Sure thing Dougie. The Shotgun is yours. Sorry about your Sire - Scotty was a true kick ass. Taught me a thing about holding my own."
The brujah smiled and nodded his head - obviously remembering a good time. "Yeah, he was close like blood."
Turning to Donna, "Cera too - she was teamed with Scotty - don't think I meet her other then the night she arrived. That's the Brujah - never give ground - fight till there is nothing left.." Iggy pouredanother from the jug and whistled for a refill.
Looking around the bar he thought fuck these kinde wouldn't know the difference. Saluting Dougie and Donna, "BRUJAH!" and downed his second pour.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:40 pm
Natalie's mother smiled not phased at all by declined offers. "Alright dear, just go down stairs the closet is on the left for your shoes and jacket, the white door across the way is the one that leads into Natalie's apartment and where you will find her and David and I believe the other nice young lady was Justice and and older gentleman is down there. I think hes one of my Daughters Live action Role Player friends if his dress is any indication."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Boomers Bar on Kennelworth- 10:47pm Brujha meeting spot-
Donna nodded and finished her beer. "What we need is to get shit faced tonight." She explained. "Once the meeting is done and once I kick Iggy's ass. Find some fellows to smoke a few cannons and blow through a few bottles of hootch and go to town. But I guess we can tick of the shit that needs to be covered tonight. I don't like doing it but it does need to be covered. You ever been to Court Doug? Or you Manage to avoid those?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:22 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao snapped back to be with others. "There is one last thing Sarah but I don't really know how to got about doing it. I would like to create a ghoul but I believe that I need to petition the Prince in order to do so. Do you have any advice about how to go about doing so?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:23 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Gangrel Meeting
"Book an appointment with him though his Secretary... err wait I heard she came to some serious harm or died during the whitehern attack. Hmmm that's a good question. Maybe Just show up and try booking an appointment in person. Or you can try calling him on the cellphone he gave you and leave a message to get an audience. you. There was a main line for whitehern. Im sure Lewich knows how to answer his own messages. If not were more screwed than I had originally thought. Who you wanting to ghoul?" The head of the Gangrel clan asked
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:40 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
"I think I hear, hear, hear, hear, hear our last member arriving," David said. "Once he's here and all introductions have been made, we'll get into the serious stuff. I want you all to consider what you can do to help rebuild the city. This is our home, for the moment and somebody broke it. How can we fix it?"
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:24 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - - Xiaoqing
HP: 7(7) BP: 13 (13) WP: 5 (5) Hum: 7 (7) SC: 3 (3)
Xiao wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. She couldn't very well tell her clan leader that it was the sister of her Werewolf boyfriend. So she did the next best thing, she told a half truth. "It is the sister of one of my best customers. I have been staying with her since the attack. She has a small farm just outside of town on Green Mountain Road East just North West of 6th Road East."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:40 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING -
Nat Raised her hand "Maybe we can do a fund raiser and collect money that way. You know like door to door collections or maybe make a organization and hold an event or something."
Besides that she really didn't have much other ideas.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Outside Nat's home 10:8 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher nodded at Iggy, then realized, I'm going to have to start thinking of myself as Doug now. "Thanks, I appreciate it on both counts. I answer to Butcher but need to get used to Doug, gotta move on from the last life." He looked at Donna, "As for court, I was presented by Scotty at court once, in Seattle. Managed to avoid them ever since", he grinned.
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Wednesday May 5th, 1999 11:25 p.m. - - Dundas Driving Park - Gangrel Meeting
Sarah looked thoughtful "So you want to ghoul her to have someone to take care of you during the day. Thats not an unreasonable request i can't see the prince saying no. So how is Pickle doing Fia?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:41 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan took off his shoes and jacket, placing them in the the closet, leaving him in a T-Shirt covered, long-sleeved henley, comfortable jeans and socks. He knocked on the other door a couple of times before opening it. "Good evening everyone, I hope I wasn't keeping you waiting", he said with a smile, "I'm Alan."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:41 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - MacNab
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HtK 7 (7) H 6/6 SC 3/3
"Excellent to make your acquitance Alan. Well meet indeed. David our numbers are strong. That bodes well on you for Antigen and the court."
"Why David - I know the lost of the docks will be devastating to my import ventures. We must look to help rebuild them. It would also be an excellent time for the MacNab family to aid to their manufacturing interests. Yes - I can see myself as a captain of industry - David - yes - yes I can."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:41 pm
"Hi Im Natal- er Des. Desdemona..." She looked mildly embarrassed but was proud she caught herself partway though the botched introduction. "Come join us on the couch. We don't bite much. We're just trying to come up with ways to make money for the city."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:26pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"Pickles is good. He likes the tub," Fia sighed, "Keeps biting me, though."
Fia was starting to get antsy. She wanted to get started on whatever they were to do that night, so the court thing could be over sooner.
No sense in waiting...
"It looks like Tamara isn't showing up, so I propose we move on without her."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:26pm - Gangrel Meeting
"Well we have covered most of what we needed covered. Tamara is MIA and so Is Rory. I can only assume they fell or where captured during the attacks on Hamilton or they fled.
I guess the only thing I didn't ask you Fia was how you intend to present yourself at court when the time comes. Feel like sharing?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:41 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan smiled at the young woman, "It's a pleasure to meet you Desdemona. You have a wonderful home." He turned his attention to the gentleman who had spoken first, taking in his dress and behavior, "And you said McNab, if I may assume that you are Sir Alan McNab or a descendant of his, I have a good friend who was alive at the time that Dundurn Castle was being built. You may have something in common if you would like to chat later about it."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:42 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
David smiled. "Alan Baywater, Sir Allan MacNab. Around the table we have Justice, Desdemona or Des and of course me, David. I am your Clan leader. Since you and Justice are new to the city and Sir Allan has been away for some time, I'll give you all a quick summary. This will be a recap for Des, so if you want to take notes, feel free."
David saw no point in rising from his chair, since it would cost him several inches of height. "A few, few, few, few days ago, the Sabbat infiltrated Hamilton. Using typical tactics they Sired disposable shock troops and turned them loose on the hospitals. We responded and killed or captured all of their Childer. During the battle, one of our own Diablerized one of them. Desdemona witnessed it and we will hear from her on that, that, that, that, that, that, that topic momentarily."
David rubbed his hands on his pants before continuing. "They used the attack as a distraction to help a number of hardened criminals escape from the local jail. These they Embraced with more care and used them to hit selected targets throughout the city. A number of us came upon them unprepared and met our Final Death, including representatives of many of the clans. The two final moves in their game of thrones was to detonate a bomb in a fuel storage area near the waterfront. A quarter of the city was destroyed. Half of it suffered damage in some way and tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands were killed or injured. At, at, at, at at, at, at at, at, at the same time they attack the Prince's haven. They were driven off but the cost was high. Which brings us up to now. We have a city to rebuild and the fate of a number of prisoners to decide. We also need to voice our opinion as to what we think should be done with Fia Cade, the Gangrel Diablerist, Fia Cade, the Gangrel Diablerist Fia Cade, the Gangrel Diablerist Fia Cade, the Gangrel Diablerist Fia Cade, the Gangrel Diablerist."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:43 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan took his seat as David began speaking and listened intently. A rush of voices came at Alan as David gave his summary, Holmes, noting its brevity and conciseness along with questions to be asked, Joan appalled and indignant with anger at once, and Andrew with a host of questions on how to begin the financial restructuring of the city to best advantage while Alan himself noticed that David seemed uncomfortable speaking in front of everyone and decided it was probably due in large part to his speech impediment.
The news was devastating; so much destruction. David was right, we needed to focus on the future, rebuilding, and in the meantime we would have to guard against such aggression again. In his brief moment of quiet, Andrew whispered to him, And we shall rebuild and our clan will control the finances such that the Ventrue will have reason to consider us. Joan whispered into his other ear, of the love or hatred God has for the Sabbat, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of Hamilton, except those who die there.
Alan nodded somberly as David finished, "We will do everything in our power to aid you, David."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:43 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - MacNab
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HtK 7 (7) H 6/6 SC 3/3
"Heavens - all this destruction and a diablerist as well. Well that will not do - no not at all. If we are our to uphold our values tradition says we must rid ourselves of her. Unless some-one can see value in her staying."
Shaking his head he added to Alan, "a relative of Robert Wetherall, indeed. We have a lot to chat about indeed."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:27pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"I plan on telling them what happened. We went to the hospital to search for Sabbat. We came across Chaz, and the girls went after him while the Ventrue watched. Chaz bit me and took a bunch of my blood. The only way we could get him off me was to talk him down with the promise of release. I gave him my cell number on the slim chance I could find him again. None of us did or could do anything else. Then, after he left, we searched some more and found another guy who was running from the police. Angel took off to take care of the cops while the rest of us chased after the vamp," Fia took a unnecessary breath and continued, "I tackled him and he broke my nose. Then I was fighting back the fog. I woke up on top of him, covered in blood and my eyes were like this," her eyes widened in emphasis, "I resisted, but it happened so fast."
"The third vamp we came across was a hippy that we brought back to Whitehern. After that one, we came across the fourth one. The vamp shattered Papillion's leg and Nat and Emily stayed with her, while Athial and I went after the guy. I ended up kicking his nut-sack up into his abdomen, and we hogtied him and brought him back to Whitehern, too. All in all it was a pretty productive night."
"The best part is, that Angel left us the whole time, and he made it sound like it was all my fault at the meeting. I'm going to leave that part out, though. I have a feeling he'll dig his own grave with his bending of the truth."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:44 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - Des
"It wasn't Fia's fault Sir Allen." Des explained "I saw it all there was this stinky smelly homeless guy with fangs all rawwr I'm going to kill you. And he like attacked and I was all Oh my god... and he bit her and started drinking her blood. And then... Itwaslike ohmyGODheskillingher! and then she was all Rawrrrr and she went all like crazy on him and yeah at the end he shriveled up like a dried out piece of apple and then it was done."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:45 pm- CLAN Malkavian MEETING - David
David started and tried not to chuckle. He knew the story and Nat's version had been nigh on to unintelligable. "Des, could you try that again please? Perhaps you could try to slow it down and let it come out a little more NAT-urally."
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:27pm - Gangrel Meeting-
"If its the truth then speak it Fia that's the best I can offer for advise." Sarah replied as she stood up and toyed with the keys to her truck. "Its a bad spot of Luck Fia but our vote will be as a clan and individually for you to see no punishment. "
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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999 - Dundas Driving Park - 11:28pm - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
"That's more than I could ask for," Fia said, standing as Sarah stood, "I just want to get it over with now."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:46 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan considered what Desdemona had said. It was disjointed and short on details, to say the least, but it did seem clear that it was a matter of self-defense. If that was the case, in his mind it would come down to her reaction to what she had done. If this was a case of self-defense with no other option left to her and not something she were naturally inclined to do, she would probably suffer enough through self-inflicted torture and stress.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:47- 10:50 pm
Nat sighed and gently chewed on her lower lip for a moment before she rose from the couch and made her way across the living room to her bookshelf. She pulled out a 3 ringed binder and brought it back to the couch.
The keen observer would have noticed the Black binder had been decorated with Halloween stickers before she plopped it into her lap and opened the pages.
"Okay Okay..." Nat muttered to herself.
Her eyes scanned the pages and eventually she let out a small nod as she found the spot she was looking for. "May 22nd 1999. Definitely one of the more odd experieneces I've come across while Larping. Tonight I was paired with the following major players... Athial who is a Tremere, My friend Emily apparently she and I are in the same clan so thats neat. Fia who is a Gangrel, Pappy who is a Toreador (does that mean she fights bulls in her spare time) and Angel whos a Ventrue that likes being in charge.
We went to Henderson Hospital to hunt for vampires. Apparently they are attacking all the hospitals in the city and eating people inside. Our mission is to hunt them down and either kill them or bring them back to our fair prince for Questioning.
The night was a bit rocky cause there was some dispute about who we were going to follow as a leader. Fia was happy to take us girls on under her strong amazonian arms and dub us the Pussy Posse. Sorta like Charlies angels just with more attitude. Charlies angels never participated in testicular torture I dont think... So Angel Went off to deal with the police and was using his Jedi mind tricks to take care of them and keep them out of harms way that left is girls to kick a little hellspawn ass. And we did. The only bad part was there was this homeless guy that gave use some trouble just after we found and dealt with Chaz and let him go. I for the record thing hes yummy to look at I'm happy we didnt kill him. But when we got down stairs Fia was light on blood cause Chaz had attacked her and had been feeding on her and she let him cause he was all frezyish and so she was a bit low when we came across this homeless guy that smelled like the bay and had blood in his beard and he was being very rude and crude to us. He was all flashes fangs sit on my face bitches and I was all OH MY LORD! And we fought but it wasn't a very good fight when it looked like we were gonna win and Fia had him on the ground ready to stake and bake that when he decided to sink is filthy fangs into her and use her like a drinking box. And he did. And thats when Fia had a Chaz moment and she want all frenzy on him and didn't stop still he was totally empty. Athial said she drank his soul! Is that even possible...?
Nat close the book. "Dont really need to cover more than that. I like to keep meticulous notes on my sessions when I'm out and about." She said looking rather proud of herself.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:51 pm - David
"You take excellent notes," David said. "Congratulations, I think you have just won yourself the job of being our chronicler. It might be a good idea to get me a copy of that so I can pass it on to the Prince, unless, unless, unless, unless, unless you want to read it at Fia's trial. All in favour of having Des be the official Malkavian scribe, say 'aye'."
"Starting a fundraiser is very difficult, David continued. "You might instead want to look at helping an existing charity or stepping out of your comfort zone and approaching people like Sir Allan. Captains of industry, as it were. It might require some political connections so you might need to put a little pressure on the social elite of our community. What we really need is some investors, just to make sure the Ventrue remember that they, they, they, they aren't the only ones in this city with a few shekels stashed away."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:52 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan could hear a soundless intake of breath and raised a mental hand before anyone else could speak. now is not the time, just wait. "I agree with David, well done, Desdemona. Speaking as someone new to the situation, I can say it was very useful. I'll second that motion for scribe, David", he said with a smile. "David, being new to the situation, I see we have two situations on the table at present, the immediate question of how we will deal with Fia Cade for the crime of diablary, and the longer term question of how best to aid the rebuilding of Hamilton itself. Is there anything that I'm missing?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:53 pm - David
"Only the fact, fact, fact that I've already said that," David replied, clearly annoyed at Alan's stating of the obvious. "We'll be dealing with the Hamilton issue first. If we have time, we'll discuss Fia. Time for a pocket check, people. How much money do we have to invest in this city and which areas do we want to invest in?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Nat's Basement apartment 10:53 pm- Clan Malkavian Meeting - Justice Carpenter
BP 12 (12) W 6 (6) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
The conversation and the revealing of details of what had gone before her arrival in Hamilton was as complicated and clear as the the lull and swell of voices of the past that usually crowded Justice's senses. Her hands came together and slowly pulled on each joint of her long fingers as her feral gaze danced from each speaker as they voiced the recounts and opinions on the whole situation. There was some sense to the words that were being said beneath the jargon and inane babbling.
A new appreciation and one might even say respect was rising for David as she watched him interact with the group and skillfully reprimand a fellow clan remember with style and subtly. She cocked her head slightly as the voices picked up with the mention of their duty to rebuild the city that had been torn apart by those she knew to be infected . Her soft voice rose as David had finsishe speaking, "And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves. for charity shall cover the multitude of sins."
Her wild eyes flicked to the faces of each of the other clan members present before continuing, "We are all sinners and what was done to this city was close to the greatest sin of all. We must all dig deep into what ever resources we have not only for the redemption of the city, but our own personal redemption. David, I have some money I could invest, I could possibly liquidate about ten thousand dollars. . but. . .it must be a worthy investment. The Church, schooling, perhaps the hospital?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:54 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan was slightly hurt by David's clear annoyance in making sure that there was nothing else immediately occupying their attention tonight but he didn't let himself be distracted by it. God knew that what had happened here in Hamilton was enough to anyone on a short fuse and both David's responsibility as clan leader and the fact that he was having to deal with at least two completely new clan members only exacerbated the stress in an already difficult situation.
The questions David put to the group were concise and direct giving him a clear direction to think in. He held off on speaking until the other's had their say, partly out of politeness, partly to let David know he knew he was aware he'd been rebuffed and partly because Andrew wanted to hear their answers and have an idea of what they had to work with.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:55 pm - David
"We'll definitely need to rebuild schools and likely the hospital," David said. "We could buy some serious goodwill by supporting those, those, those, those, those, those two causes and if we manage to get involved in building the hospital, we can arrange access to the blood bank and the morgue. I'm not asking for your last dime, Justice, even though I know you'd give it to a worthy cause. I'm just asking what you can give easily and what causes you would like to support."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:55 pm - Nat
Nat Frowned for a moment as she looked at the others in the room before scribbling on a pieceof the binder paper and making a paper airplane that sailed into David's lap.
Is the money quest a game question or a real life question? Cause if its Game I can have like my character be rich right? If not I can donate maybe 500 bucks if I get a receipt.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:55 pm - David
David read the note and sighed. He pulled out a pen.
'We're using the RL events to base game events on. If you want to donate to the Hamilton relief charities, go for it. No, you can't make Des rich unless you have the cash to back it up.'
Any other questions?" he asked.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:56 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan watched the paper airplane sail gently across the room, curious but not enough to pry. There was silence for a few moments and no one else seemed to be want to speak up first. Perhaps if he said something it would get the ball rolling. He spoke briefly with Andrew, his eyes focusing on nothing, and came back to himself as David asked if there were any more questions. Andrew wanted to begin speaking immediately but Alan asked him to be patient just a bit longer at least until they had something of an agreed upon plan in place.
Alan glanced around the room, "We were unaware of the extent of destruction when we left and being unfamiliar with the specifics of Canadian business practices it will take us a day or two to come up with something concrete enough to act on but it sounds as if there is a lot of infrastructure damage. Our first thoughts would be investing in the reconstruction of those items, in particular utilities, hospitals and possibly housing as well, depending on the extent of the damage. Perhaps creating a business or organization that enables people to find employment and or housing, even if its only temporary", looking at David his voice took on a slight Scottish brogue as he continued, "To answer your question on emptying our pockets, we can have five hundred thousand by tomorrow night, roughly double that by the end of the week if we sell off all our liquid holdings. If we're investing it in an existing, or even new, enterprise, we will be able to leverage that into significantly more even foregoing outside investors. By preference I would invest in something that can be self-sustaining, if at all possible, so it continues to be useful to both the citizenry and ourselves long after the crisis has past."
Alan groaned inwardly at Andrew, Could you try to be a bit more subtle? You don't always have to drive the train with the boiler in the red zone.
He shook his head slightly, "Sorry for being a so long-winded. But there are the initial suggestions and capital information you asked for. I have no questions at the moment."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:57 pm - David
Nat is going to think he's just lousy at keeping accents, David thought. More likely he's got somebody else in the driver's seat. We? At least they know there is more than one person riding that head.
"Alan, I'm hesitant to suggest you sell everything and invest in hamilton. It's a risky venture, especially for a newcomer. I'd look long and hard before I decided to throw all my eggs into, into, into, into, into, into, into, into, into, into-" David stopped and reached for a pen.
'Into one basket, especially a basket that is already broken. Can't guarantee a full recovery or a full return on the investment.' He slid the paper across the table to Alan, his eyes offering an apology.
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 - Malkavian Meeting 10:56 pm
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Alan read the note, then smiled at David, "I understand and appreciate your concern. If it's alright with you I'll go ahead and convert my liquid assets and just use that. That leaves enough for my personal interests to be self-sustaining and more than enough for my needs. Andrew is quite good at what he does and has confidence that we can use that amount and create a venture that will benefit Hamilton and the Clan well fairly rapidly as these things go. My only request is that you let us know of any requirements, desires or advice for us regarding the rebuilding of Hamilton. We wouldn't feel good about ourselves doing less; It's why we came to Hamilton, after all."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2am -
The meetings across the city with the various Kindred clans ended and the members parted ways with much to think about. It was now 2am the bars in city had fifteen minutes previously announced last call and now came the job of shuffling their patrons out.
The night itself seemed more still and somber. The explosion had done much to take away the lively energy and vibrancy of the Steel Town. Sunrise would not come until 6:06am and that gave the kindred of Hamilton a few hours of free time for themselves.
Narrators note: Due to the fact that the meetings would take sometime to discuss money rebuilding etc the mod has moved time forwards. Players have entered a free time phase where they can converse with other players or do whatever they would like to do. If you have not made mention of how much your character is planning to donate to rebuild the city Please PM me a quick note detailing how much money you will be tossing into the relief fund.
Please also note that for your next post to change the time to the 6th and to Thursday since we have crossed over the midnight threshold into a new day.
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OOC:
List of clan votes towards Fia's dilemma of let her live/punished (support)or have her blood bound/punished (DIE!)
Gangel- Support -dont kill her, bitches!
Toreador-DIE/punish - diablarie is unacceptable
Ventrue- support with punishment leash the dog!
Malks- support -shit happens everyone has a bad day
Nosferatus support -it would be a shame to waste a useful soul
Tremere- ????
Brujah- Support - Shit happens in war. She was defending herself
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2am - Donna - Tisdale apartment 502
Donna left the shower and padded into the living room to sit down she had to admit Lewich had hauled ass and somehow managed to get the glass work in the apartments replaced with speed. With glass at a premium she wasn't sure how he had done it but she was happy none the less.
With her haven burned to the ground it meant she was stuck residing here until she could make arrangements. In a way it worked out well enough. It meant Doug was going to be residing with her and staying close to her side until after the presentations at court later that week.
She stretched looking at her knuckles that were still bruised. True to her word her and Iggy had moved their fight to somewhere more quiet and Doug had been testament to it.
It had started off as a shot for shot situation. Iggy had gotten some good shots in and worked off some steam, but come the end of it once he had worked out some of his rage she had finished the fight. Her age and blood carried her further but she admired Iggy's spirit if not his hotheadedness.
She had asked if Iggy would be staying at the apartment but he had explained that he wanted to stay at his garage. His house had seen enough damage that there was not chance of living in it but the garage was still habitable albeit a bit smokey.
It was pure chance that they had come across some drunken sots on the way back to the place. The Brujah had managed to top up on the beer laden blood and it helped dull and smooth any existing tension in the meantime.
She noticed Doug sitting on the other couch. "You seem quiet. Whats on your mind?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2am - Jallyn- Tisdale apartment 503
Jallyn= BP8/13, WP 6/6 HP 7/7
Jallyn sat on the balcony over looking the city and the harbor line. The explosion had taken out all the brilliant twinkling lights of the industrial and lower end housing and had been plunged in darkness. It was dark enough to make it seemly melt into the cold inky water of the harbor.
Inside their apartment Andy, Seth, and Vincent Chatted. Jallyn wasn't feeling overtly chatty. Helen's decree that they were to vote for the death of one of their own had made her feel helpless and weak.The city had lost enough adding another name to the list of the lost didn't make sense to her.
Laughter rang from inside the apartment, no doubt the brothers were being wonderful hosts and keeping the new Toreador entertained. She just didn't have the energy to slap on a happy face and pretend that all was merry and gay.
Between her feet was a small sketch pad and a pencil she picked them up and opened the pad. Each page was virgin not a mark marred the crisp white surface. Each page was empty and barren and devoid of beauty. Tentatively she touched the tip of the pencil to the surface her fingers trembled slightly as she realized she had forgotten to breath and was clenching her teeth, with so much pent up emotion in her she felt like she was going to explode. Her soul ached for comfort and something warm and familiar as her fingers twitched once more drawing shaking unstable and uncertain lines on the page.
The city was in ruins and her soul cried out for salvation and from somewhere deep within, her muse stirred...
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Butcher glanced up at Donna when she spoke, "Just organizing my thoughts. I have a lot on my plate at the moment and it's only going to come faster. How I can spend my time and make a little cash, How organized things are around here
and how best to prepare for when the shit hits the fan again, how to fill in the holes in my knowledge fastest. Iggy isn't half-bad in a scrap and he will be even better if he starts fighting with as much head as heart. Thanks for the crash space. It's appreciated. Also thinking of what kind of slap on the wrist I'd go with if I were the prince and the council tried to force me into punishing those involved", He gave a lopsided smile, "I tend to get quiet when shit's on my mind. One of the things Scotty and I had in common. After we got to really know each other, every now and then, we would spend days at a time on the road without more than a word or two between us."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:01am - Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna smiled "Yeah Scottie was good for that. My own silent little brooder. Fuck I miss him. Don't thank me for the crash space. All this has been provided by the Prince. But in regards to you wanting to make money fast... I guess it depends what you are good at Doug. The next few days you probably wont get much of a chance to make much but what you will be learning is the lay out for the city. You are my responsibility and that means you will be by my side till after court. After that you will be able to operate more independently and I'll just pop by to keep tabs on you once a month or so. Tomorrow night were going into the blast zone. I have to patrol. As Scourge for the city I really need to make sure nothing else is coming through the borders. Patrols tend to take most the night but if I were Sabbat scum slipping in through a non popluated area like that would be my prime choice. Theres a lot of burned out buildings and exposed or semi exposed basements to bunk up in. Having you there could be advantageous for us both you might get to roll if we come across anyone."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:02am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug glanced away for a moment, "Yeah, I miss him too. Like a hole in my gut", when he looked back he said, "I kinda figured it would be something along those lines and I wasn't planning on making any money for a week or so anyway unless I happened to get lucky and maybe taking a few bucks if I happened to feed on someone carrying way too much cash. I'm good at a lot of things but very little of it is legal", he chuckled. "I figure I can sell weed. I doubt the gun running trade is going to be thriving at the moment and that would eventually bring me into contact with the MC if I did it in any real quantity anyway. You being Scourge makes sense and I actually look forward to it. That's the sort of thing I've had a lot of experience with and it will take my mind of things and give me a feel for at least some of the city. Actually rolling across anyone would be a fantastic bonus. Too bad being Scourge isn't a paying job although it might not be a bad idea for the prince to help fund the Scourge and anyone he trusted that was willing to help with the job. My feeling is that at least for a while it's going to be a full time job." He cocked his head for a moment as he looked at her, "You mind if I ask you a question? Do you know who Scotty's Sire was?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:04am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna listened to Doug and paused to light a cigarette. "Yeah being scourge dont pay the bills that I assure you. I had a gig doing power washing during the evenings and sold dope on the side. Nothing huge you know bout 20 or so people that looked for a little something for personal use. it helps pays the bills."
She stretched out and rested her feet on the coffee table. "Scotties sire... Man now you are making have to think. Scott was a pretty quiet guy he didn't talk bout his past much then again not many of us do... I met him once in passing in DC off all places. His name was Richard. But its been years and I doubt he resides there. Were like leaves in the wind we blow where ever the winds goes sometimes were hard to find. Why do you ask?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:05am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug pulled out a battered silver zippo and lit a cigarette of his own while she responded. "I'm not entirely sure to be honest. Just because he never talked about him and he may not have spoken in a while doesn't mean that they weren't on good terms. It seems like the right thing to do to let whoever it is know that Scotty is dead. I'd also like to meet them and see what kind of person they are, get an idea of where Scotty came from. If he turns out to be a bastard, then thats fine too, call it proof that good things can come from shitty circumstances", he suddenly got a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "you know, radio could be fun. I can see having my own radio show and it could turn out to be useful in a pinch. At least it would be be entertaining."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:06am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna nodded "I don't know where to find Richard. I know he used to teach a night course in English Lit at Georgetown. But your radio could bear fruit Dough up on the mountain we have a college, Mohawk, they do radio broadcasting. Im sure if you talked to the right people you could get a one hour slot each night to play with."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:05am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug nodded, "Well, I will file Richard away as a long-term spare time project. As for the radio, I was thinking more along the lines of setting up a small mobile unit and going pirate. There ought to be plenty of unused air around to play with and I can get all the gear I need without breaking the bank. It won't have a huge range but it should cover Hamilton. Great fun for me, entertain some people and might come in handy if all hell breaks loose again. Won't be two way but it would still be nice to broadcast updates to everyone knowing where to tune in. But the college radio would be an excellent resource to play with for a while to get a feel for what can be done with a real setup."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 1:30 - 2:06 am - Dundas - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon stepped back, the paintbrush in his hand. He'd been surprised by how much he missed the big Brujah. He'd only really gotten to know Scottie over the few days they had fought together. He was going to miss being called 'Little Bro'. He'd yet to offer his condolences to Donna. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how she would respond. But then, the Lord hated a coward.
He lifted the canvas off the easel. It would be dry enough to handle by the time he got to Tisdale. He'd just have to handle it carefully when he carried it out to the car.
It was half an hour before the little Miata pulled into the parking lot across from the apartments that were being used to temporarily house the dispossessed Kindred. Waylon carefully picked up the small painting and carried it into the apartment foyer. He reached out and rang the buzzer for apartment 502.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:05am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna raise an eyebrow when the buzzer sounded on the wall. "You wanna screen that Doug?" the Brujah leader asked as she flicked her smoke. "Might be Iggy or one of the princes ghouls or somethin'"
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:00 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I apologize for the small size," Angel said as he showed his two guests around his haven. "Obviously my needs are few and I try to redirect the majority of my income back into the businesses. The bed is large enough to fit both of you. I hope you don't mind sharing. The usual guest accommodations are being used to house up the local Kindred who have been displaced by the explosion or by actions of the Sabbat. I'm sure we will be able to find something more in keeping with your needs and your style. There are a lot of interesting properties available just outside the damage zone that really only suffered cosmetically. And of course there are always properties turning over in other areas. There are even some condos for sale on the mountain brow. It should be an interesting view in ten years."
TAG: Lisa
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:07am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug raised an eyebrow at the buzzer when it went off and gave a nod to Donna. As he drew himself to his feet and headed to the intercom he reflexively made sure that the small holdout pistol was securely held in the pancake holster sewn into the thick leather of his cut and the small hunting knife hanging upside down in the scabbard sewn to the inside of his vest was seated as well. Given that so many havens had been destroyed he wasn't about to assume it was completely safe here. He pressed the button on the intercom, "Yes?"
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 2:00 am - Double Angel Studios - Dee
There was a small groan from under the blanket on the couch. A groggy voice grumbled. "That better not be booty call Angel unless you want them catching the plague."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:06 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
It didn't sound like Iggy. Waylon frowned. "I'm looking for Donna," he said. "It's Waylon." If Donna was there, she'd hear him. If she wasn't, he'd catch her later, possibly at court. Either way, there was no issue. Unless a hunter had somehow managed to take the Brujah leader out, in which case he was going to be walking into a trap he wasn't prepared to deal with.
Of course it was equally likely that he'd hit the wrong buzzer. "This is 502, right?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:07am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug glanced at Donna and quirked an eyebrow, his hand poised over the button.
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:01 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"And that would be Dee," Angel said. "She works for me. Don't worry, Dee, none of the people present are in danger of either getting bitten or getting the plague. They're going to be my guests for a while, so plan accordingly. Getting any better or should I start making funeral arrangements?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:07am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna nodded. "Hes one of ours. Well not our clan he belongs to Helen. Hes one of her noveau art fags. But unlike the others in his clan he doesn't mind getting dirty. Scottie said he was quite the little firecracker. And that means something since Scottie pretty much has no use at all for any of the Toreador. Buzz him in and lets see what he wants."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 2:01 am - Double Angel Studios - Dee
"Fevers going down. Im at 99.5 and I ate a pudding cup earlier and took my antibiotics I'm sure I'll be fine. If you need the place to yourselves for a bit I could probably get dressed take out the camera and make myself busy for an hour or two." She replied as she sat up. The redheaded teen looked at the two men accordingly. They wore suits like Angel often did she could only assume from their pale skin tones that they were also like Angel. She would enquirer later in more private place.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:08am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug got an expression of surprise on his face, "Coming from Scottie that is high praise", he turned to the intercom and pushed the button, "You have the right place, she says to come on up", he said as he hit pushed the button to buz him up.
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:01 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
Morgan was pleased with the way things were going so far. He hadn't made a complete full out of himself at the meeting and had actually been able to contribute quite a bit to it, or at least he thought so. Angel's offer a place to crash for a couple of days was not expected but welcome. He really didn't relish trying to light proof a hotel room before sunup. "I will take the floor. All I need is a couple of blankets and a pillow and I will be fine Angel. It's nothing I'm not used to doing anyways." He turned an appraising eye on Dee. "It's nice to meet you Dee. I'm Morgan," he held his hand out to the young woman. "And please don't leave on my account. You really shouldn't be out and about anyways if you are running a fever young lady." Morgan wasn't sure how much she knew about the Kindred but he really didn't want her wandering around in the cold night air if she was sick. She would do the Ventrue no good if she wound up in the hospital or worse, the morgue.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:09 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
It was a short ride up in the elevator and soon Waylon was knocking on the door of apartment 502. "I just wanted to offer my condolences," he said, speaking to Donna and not paying much attention to the man he didn't recognize. "Even if no one else outside your clan does, I'm going to miss Scottie. He took me under his wing and I realize what that meant, me being who I am and he being who he was. I wanted to pay tribute to him in some small way, so I painted this. I never really saw his eyes, so this is the best I could do."
He turned the small canvas around. It was barely eleven inches across and hardly eight inches high. In the centre was an almost flawless painting of the sunglasses that no one had ever seen Scottie take off. Beside and below the glasses, fading into nothing near the edges, skin could be seen and part of a nose. Above that there was a hint of a bandanna. "It just seemed like the right thing to do," he said. "No one else who sees it will understand but we will. We'll know and we will never forget how much he gave for us and for this city."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 2:02 am - Double Angel Studios - Dee
The teen smiled and returned the shake as she appraised Morgan. "Nice to meet you too. Umm sleeping on the floor might be a bit cold. If you wanted and you promise to be good I'd share the couch with you. It large and I'm small as long as you are ok with maybe spooning were good and then you and your other male friend don't have to share a bed you know homo erotic stuff unless youre into that in which case... uh sorry?"
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:01 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"Well, it looks like you get the bed to yourself, Grigor," Angel said. "My office is lightproof, so I'll be crashing in there. Dee, you don't need to worry about any of us being cold. Morgan and Grigor are both members of my Clan. They're new to the city so maybe you can pick up some extra cash when you're feeling better by giving them the nickel tour of the city. Your perspective will be rather different from mine, I have a feeling."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:10am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug gaze at the painting in silence for a moment. "Hazel", he said softly and after a brief pause, looked down to meet Waylon's eyes and said, "Donna tells me Scottie spoke highly of you. That makes you good in my book. If you ever need anything, let me know and if I can I will help."
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May 5th Wednesday 1999 2:03 am - Double Angel Studios - Dee
Dee's hazel grey eyes lit up at the word money. "Yeah sure no probs boss cash is good. Anything I can do to help. Just tell me when you need it done and I'm on it. But... yeah how much money we talking about?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:09 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon looked at the man appraisingly. He obviously knew Scottie well if he'd seen the man's eyes often enough to know the colour. He extended a hand. "Thanks," he said. "Likewise. I'm Waylon." He nodded at the painting. "Care to guess at the Clan?" he added with a chuckle.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:10 am - Tisdale - Donna
Donna had remained silent and motionless on the couch as she studied the picture. She didn't hear the exchange between the two men. The painting as simple as it was hit home like a ton of bricks and was a somber reminded of the good people that had fallen only a few days previously.
She stood and wrapped her arms around Waylon. It was firm but not crushing. "Gracias Waylon. Te amo sin saber c�mo, ni cu�ndo, ni de d�nde." She whispered into the side of his neck. "You have my thanks and I carry a respect for you now as if you were one of my own. I will look upon you and care for you as a brother your condolences are greatly appreciated during these dark times."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:11 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
He hadn't expected Donna's response. "Thank you, Donna," he said thickly. "For what it's worth, if you need me, call me. I know I'll never be the man Scottie was but even if all I can be is a pale shadow of him, I'm your man. If I can help in any way, just let me know."
Helen is gonna twirl....
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:10am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug gazed somberly at Donna for a moment as Waylon answered and slowly nodded his head, "Bueno, dijo la hermana, bien dicho", he thought for a moment about this induction, so like and yet so different from countless others he had been party to and nodded again. When they broke their hug Butcher stepped up to Waylon, and greeted him as a brother, just as he would have any other new member of his MC or Clan, grasping the hand that was proffered earlier and using it to pull Waylon to him, clasping him in a brief but fierce hug with the other arm, ending the hug with three slaps of his free hand. "Welcome to the family, brother." He stepped back after releasing Waylon and gazing at the painting said, "For one moment, I think I have an idea of what the Toreador mean when they speak of the beauty they struggle to convey", inside he fought to control the tears that were threatening to leak out.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:06 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
If he had been mortal, Waylon would have blushed. He returned the embrace as best he could, trying not to damage the painting in the process. "Esto es m�s que merezco," he said. "Tratar� de no traer la verg�enza al Brujah."
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:04 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
Morgan had to grin at Dee's enthusiasm. "That would all depend on how thorough of a tour I can get but I can guarantee at least $50.00. Anything over that will depend on how well you do the job of tour guide. And your offer of sharing the couch is much appreciated." He really didn't want to sleep on the floor but sharing a bed was not really something he wanted to do again. He had had more than enough of that growing up. So he would take Dee up on the coach cuddle and make sure that the young woman was taken care of when Angel wasn't around. "Angel could I talk to you a minute alone please?" He wanted to propose something to him out of range of Dee's hearing. It was nothing really, just Morgan wanted to see if he could reach an arrangement that would give Dee a more suitable and permanent place to live. Sleeping on the coach here where Angel could keep on I on her while she recovered was fine but she really needed a place of her own.
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:05 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Dee
"Fifty bucks its done deal that will get you the down town and lower mountain tour. Its another 50 if you want a tour of the mountain sir." She replied as she slid the covers off. "I feel skeetzy I'm gonna grab a shower ok?"
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:05 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"You do that, Dee" Angel said. "Grigor, make yourself at home while I take care of Morgan for a moment." He led the construction magnate into his laundry room. It was close and conveniently isolated. "What can I do for you, sir?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:12am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug grinned at the smaller man, "I have no fear of your shaming anyone. It's good to meet you, Waylon, I'm Doug."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:13 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Hey, Doug," Waylon said by way of greeting. "Welcome to the Hammer. Not much to see at the moment but she's a great lady when she's at her best."
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:06 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
Morgan was not in the least taken aback by what some would see as Dee's greed. To him it was the sign of a crafty negotiator. In another 10 years or so she might even make a half way decent Ventrue. He followed Angel into the laundry room. "I would like to find Dee an appropriate place to live. Don't get me wrong. I think it is admirable of you to let her sleep on your couch, especially while she is sick. But she really does need her own place to live. I was thinking of a small one room apartment that would hopefully be close by. That way she would still be close enough for you to keep on eye on but have the freedom to come and go at all hours without risking disturbing anyone. I would like your opinion on this since she is your employee at that moment."
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:07 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"Are you going to buy me flowers first?" Angel asked mildly. "I appreciate the suggestion but your new to the city, Morgan. You don't know how anything works her yet and I'd prefer if you allow me to tend to my business as I see fit. Dee is a special case. I'm grooming her for bigger and better things. You seem to be a straight shooter, so I'm going to be straight with you. Dee is a no fly zone."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:13am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
"Thanks, I think it's going to be a good place to settle into. The Hammer", he gave a deep chuckle, "I don't think I could have found someplace with a more appropriate name if I tried. So whats your appraisal of the current situation?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:13am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna stepped away and hung the painting up on the wall before taking a seat she gestured for Waylon to join them. "We don't got any refreshments but feel to sit for a spell. So how did your clan meeting go?"
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:08 am.m - - Double Angel Studios - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"I meant no disrespect Angel. I was simply making the offer of helping to provide her with a place to live nothing more. Even though I do see some remarkable potential in her. But I did anticipate that you saw the same thing already had made some plans for the young lady. My offer of paying for her apartment, no string attached, still stands. She doesn't even have to know that I am the one providing it. All I ask is that you give it a little thought."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"We're reeling," Waylon said simply. "I'm not sure why the Sabbat backed off. Maybe they did more damage then they expected. Maybe they lost interest in the city now that it's in ruins. I don't know. We've got a chance to rebuild things with a little more influence on how the city develops but with all the Clans fighting for the choicest pieces I doubt anything is going to get done. I'm trying to buy us a little goodwill by donating the profits from a print series to the city but I'm not sure how it's going to go over."
He chose a seat beside Donna. "As well as can be expected when you get a bunch of artists together. It's amazing that we can get anything done at all. And the art fag act is getting tired." He smiled. "Hanging out with Iggy and Scottie was the best thing that has happened to me since I discovered crayons."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:14am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug dropped down on the nearest comfy spot and propped his feet up while listening to Waylon's response. When he had finished he gave a deep barking laugh, "It's sounding like you're more a Brujha in spirit than some Brujah I've met Waylon. As for why the Sabbat backed off, I'd keep digging. Based on what little I know at this, they came in well organized and knowing exactly what they were doing. Even most Malkavian's wouldn't put that much effort into something without a concrete goal. My bet is they were after something and until we know what that something is I wouldn't get too relaxed. Thats just my opinion, I could be wrong."
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:09 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"I'll keep that in mind, Morgan," Angel said. "Trust me, Dee's welfare is very much in my mind. You're right, she has a lot of potential. Our meeting was truly serendipitous. She's already proven to be worth her weight in gold more than once. she has a knack for being in the right place at the right time. She is a capital 'A' asset and I intend to make sure she gets treated like one."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale - Donna
Donna chuckled. "Not sure how much art you will get to experince here unless you consider finger painting with blood to be fun. Mind you Iggy is our resident artist. Its just a shame that cunt refuses to let anything of his into her museum, no offense to your leader but a spade is a spade. Iggy has talent. With all things aside our meeting went well enough. We talked we then argued. The fist fought and then went out for a bite to eat. Pretty much par for the course."
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:10 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Morgan
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 6 (6) Hum: 6 (6) SC: 4 (4)
"I understand Angel. You don't have to worry about me trying anything with her. She is yours and yours alone." Morgan was a little disappointed that he would not get to groom Dee but he didn't let it show. That was just the way thing went. And Angel was right. It must have been fate that brought those two together. He would just have to keep his eyes open for any potential recruits. In the mean time he was glad he was able to smooth things over with Angel, at least a little bit. The last thing he needed was to ruffle feathers when he hadn't even been presented at Court yet. "Shall we rejoin the others now?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Sounds like a jock party," Waylon said with a chuckle. "I've experienced one or two of those. Unfortunately I usually ended up head down in a garbage can, until I started taking escrima. I understand what you're saying, Doug. You're right. What they did doesn't make a whole lot of sense. They hit too hard for it just to be a case of kicking the dog. I don't know what they wanted in Whitehern but they expended a lot of resources trying to get it. I'm not sure if they managed or not. They fucked up one of the Prince's ghouls pretty badly. Folded her into a ball like wet clay. Creepiest thing I ever saw."
Waylon wasn't going to admit that for a fleeting moment he'd wanted that power, to sculpt in flesh, rather than clay or stone.
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:00-2:30 am - Fia
Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3
When the meeting was over, Fia took some time to reflect.
Mel's definitely dead, probably Manson, too. He was such a good dog...
Fia had met Mel shortly after she had moved to Hamilton. They had bonded over they're mutual love of animals. Mel had sheltered her from the sun, and had kept her fed, but Fia had always felt that she'd had ulterior motives. Now Fia didn't have the chance to find out what they were.
(OOC: The link for the dolls so far. They're pretty much done...
http://mooniekate.webs.com/vampirethemasquerade.htm (http://mooniekate.webs.com/vampirethemasquerade.htm) )
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:11 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
"Sounds like a plan to me. Keep your eyes open though. You might get lucky." Angel wasn't going to mention the young woman he was adding to his herd. She fit nicely into Morgan's feeding needs as well. He'd considered it as a welcoming gift, so to speak but the man's interest in Dee had ended any chance of him being that generous of a host. He led the way back to his small apartment. "Do you have any particular pillow you favour? Down filled or foam?"
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Thursday May 6th, 1999 2:06- 2:13 a.m. - - Double Angel Studios - - Dee
A hot shower was somthing she could never say no to. Living on the street meant never really getting a chance to fully shower. She liked being clean and it was one of the things she missed the most about being a street kid.
Meeting Angel had been a stroke of luck. She was making money. She had a place to stay and now she had her eyes opened to the fact that there were things that went bump in the night and she got to see exactly what those things were.
It was a bit freaky but cool at the same time.
She lathered her hair and enjoyed the hot steamy water as she ran the soap over her body.
The music in her head made her tap her feet she began to sing. She was feeling much more lively having washed the fever sweat from her frame.
"I'd listen to the words he'd say
but in his voice I heard decay
The plastic face forced to portray
all the insides left cold and gray..."
She paused to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. "There is a place that still remains
it eats the fear it eats the pain
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
the day the whole world went away...."
She was content to hum the rest of the tune as she finished rising the soap from her body. it would be nice to just stay in the shower and use up the water but... She though perhaps it be polite to save some for the vampires.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:15am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, you're right, that sounds fucked up. Escrima's a good art, although not what most Toreador would consider an art, I suppose. I have to ask, how do you get along with the other Toreador?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I get along with them pretty well," Waylon responded. "I like and respect Helen, despite prevailing opinion. She's got a hard job, trying to keep us all in line and safe. We aren't exactly the most co-operative. Artists tend to be very vain and very individualistic. I'm going to miss Papillion. I like Jallyn and Vincent but their Sire is a bit of a pompous ass. And of course we have a new one but she was late to the meeting so Helen is likely going to keep her after class."
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May 6th Thursday 1999 2:13 am - Double Angel Studios - Angel
Blood Pool=9/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=7/7
At first Angel thought Dee might have had the radio on in the bathroom but when the voice lapsed into humming he realized that it couldn't have been the case. "I'll be damned," he said.
Dee had once said she occasionally sang with a friend to help him bring in money while busking. She hadn't mentioned how good she was. He pulled out his cell phone but swore when Vincent's line went straight to his answering service.
"Vincent, it's Angel. Call me when you get a chance. I've got somebody you might want to check out."
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Thruseday May 6th, 1999 2:11 a.m. - Somewhere in St. Kitts - Papillion Frambois
Vincents cell phone went off and when the Toreador answered he was greated with a sad little whimper.
"Oh Vinny! Why did you let me go!? I hate it here!"
"Good evening Ma Peche. How are you tonight? You don't sound well. St. Kitts is taking some getting used to is it?" Vincent sat up and cupped the phone. "Excuse me its a phone call I have to take Andy, Seth. Its Papillion."
"I am TERRIBLE tonight." the girl cried but then got a hold of herself, it was clear from her voice that at the other end of the line his childe had a face streaked with bloody tears. She breathed a few moments. Getting control of the tone and volume of her voice.
"Vincent I want to come home." She said firmly but there was an indignant undertone, a certain trauma she'd yet to reveal.
Vincents tone took on a nurturing and soothing nature as he wandered into the bathroom for some privacy. "k tell me whats wrong my dear. I know this is really your first time venturing off on your own. It surely cant be as bad as you think it is." He chuckled "I could tell you what happened to me when I left my sire for the first time if you wanted. "
Papilion pulled her knees up under her chin curling herself into a ball in the big squashy armchair in the hotel room where she was staying until they could find more suitable accommodations. All things considered, it was a very nice room she could say that much. She smiled into the phone, the tone in Vincent's voice was one she could always think on fondly, it made one almost want to purr. "Well you could regale me but I doubt it would help...They're very....Strange here. I didn't expect it."
"Really? I would have thought that you would have had no problem. I did call and let Clarence know you were coming and he seemed thrilled to have you, so whats so wrong?"
She squirmed in her seat groaning in response. The embarrassment was too much. She didn't want to have to tell him, why couldn't he just play soft Vincent and say 'Come home at once! I've missed you terribly!' Why did he have to play understanding Vincent, didn't he know that made her want to tell him! And oh, the indignity... "He wanted me to dance for him..." She said cautiously.
"Well of course he did ma peche. You e a wonderful dancer. You are as graceful as a gazelle. The night you accepted the embrace I wept." Vincent said a smile graced his lips as he closed his eyes and sat on the edge of the tub.
Another smile cracked her sour demeanor. "Oh ma cheri you're too much..." Papilion paused a moment then took a deep breath though her lungs didn't need the oxygen. She covered her face with a hand as though to hide her embarrassment from him though he couldn't see her. "He wanted me to..." she spoke through her fingers and then moved her hand so he could hear her clearly. "He wanted me to take off my clothes Vincent. He thought i was a...a-a-a common stripper!"
"Oh Pappy my dear. If you were here I'd hug you now. It is true I didn't say you were ballet but I thought for sure we would look at you and know you were by far more talented than a pole dancing bimbo."
There was something thrown agains the bathroom door and Vincent heard Seth exclaim "I heard that!"
"I'm not mocking your childe Brother." Vncent exclaimed. "Now if you'd excuse me I'm trying to talk in private..." Vincent sighed. "Sorry about that were all crammed in an apartment and its trying. Seth, Jallyn myself and Andy. Shes new she came from St Catherines as well. Shes a scuptor."
Papilion chuckled lightly into the mouth piece, their sibling banter had always been amusing. "Apartment you say? Ma Cheri I could have given you all use of my home it wasn't touched in the...Blast." That too was hard to say. "And a sculpture? Is she any good? I hope she isn't replacing me too fabulously." She joked with a smile.
"You know that in my heart no matter how good she is, I'll think you were better."
"Oh listen to you. That means she is good then you just don't want me to be jealous." She couldn't help but smile she was feeling much better just from being able to talk to Vincent. "I want to come home Vincent. I NEED to come home. I miss you...I miss Hamilton...I'm NOT becoming a stripper."
"Then come come. Tell Clarence that you are homesick and that Hamilton needs you. I am sure he will understand. Also... I do miss you. Its not the same without you here. You always managed to brighten the room when you entered. Like a summer's sun. We could really use that since its all doom and gloom. Mind you, the meeting tonight wasn't so fun. Helen has declared that we vote to have Fia put to death. And she IS the leader so we have to kowtow."
"WHAT!? FIA!? Just...Just cause of that homeless guy!?" Papillion stood in her rage knocking the hotel phone from it's table making her have to jump for it. She put the phone back and looked to the clock.
"I have to go if I'm going to be there by morning. Kiss kiss love I'll be seeing you soon." And with that Papillions voice was gone from the other line and it was replaced with dead air.
Meanwhile in her hotel room dresses and shoes were thrown back into suit cases willy nilly, something her OCD did not appreciate. She stripped from her robe and began to dress properly for the drive home from her mope wear, her cell pressed to her ear as she waited for Helen to answer while she zipped her suitcases. And clamped her trunk. Why did she bring so much stuff!? Helen pick up...
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:11 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy chilled back on the sofa, basking in the glow of her fellow Toreadors.
So many new faces to turn into dolls! Yay! Go to hell fickle, muse!
She was trying to decide who to make first. Jallyn had that hair and those eyes. She would translate well.
The Delvecchio brothers would make a nice set...
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:17am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug chuckled, "Well, you certainly have your chance to exert your independence here. So can you tell me what the Toreador conclusion was regarding the charge of diablary against the Gangrel?"
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:12 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
"And as I was saying I had the chance to actually see your 'Chump Monkeys in Chains' in New York last month. That must have been elating to see your work in a museum of that size." He smiled it was warm and inviting as he leaned in looking expectant. "So what made you decide to venture into sculpting dolls? I dare say that the art would have less impact than your previous full size sculptures..."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:17am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
Donna had been silent listening to the two banter lost in her thought when Doug made his question to Waylon. She sat up a bit staighter and reached for another cigarette as she waited to see what would be said. She hadn't considered the fact that Waylon would willingly pass on clan info.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:17 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Helen's decided that we are voting as a Clan for her death," Waylon answered. Depending on the Brujah's opinion, things were about to get very interesting in the apartment very quickly. "Personally, I agree with her. The soul sucking bitch needs to pay."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:17 am - Tisdale apartments 502 - Donna
"Gilipollez!" Donna muttered softly to herself as she shook her head. It was like the cow to make her voice the only one heard. "So the others felt the same way? Or was it a case of she who must obeyed said this is it. That woman can be a dictator I tell you." she said her tone sounding mildly sour.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:18am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug blinked in surprise and shock, "I didn't realize you had such a strong opinion on the matter. As I understand it, it was an act of self-defense committed in a time of war working under the authority of the prince. Those seem like pretty mitigating circumstances to me. Why such a strong opinion on it?"
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:12 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
"It was wonderful, of course," Andy grinned from ear to ear, "I started making dolls when I was a kid. I make them now as an symbol of our own imperfections. The personality of each individual is what I try to capture each one I make."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:13 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
"Well let us hope Hamilton is a haven for your muse and that you will be inspired to create something beautiful. With the way things are a new release would be needed to bolster the spirits of Hamilton. Do you have anything in mind at the moment?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:18 am - Apt 502 Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"She can justify it any way she wants," Waylon said. 'It violates one of our most fundamental laws. It is the thin edge of the wedge. It might not happen right away but eventually somebody else is going to try to get away with it. We have to nip it in the bud. I don't have anything against Fia personally but what she did was unforgivable. I'd have the same response if it was anyone, friend included."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:13 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
"I don't have anything done right now that's appropriate, but I'm sure I could do something that works," she smiled at Seth. The conversation was nice, and it was a plus that Seth was attractive.
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:18am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug cocked his head and considered Waylon's words for a moment, "I agree that it's one of our most fundamental laws and I appreciate your conviction on upholding it regardless of who breaks it but I won't judge anyone based on what others might or might not do. I can only base my opinion of her on her actions. If she has gotten a taste for it, then yes, by all means, execute her. There are all kinds of actions taken in war for good reasons that wouldn't work outside of war. Based on my experience, everyone that was on her team shares a responsibility as well because they didn't stop her. In combat, you live as a team or people die. I think everyone should have their wrists slapped enough to let them know they fucked up and be done with it. I can't see applying a peacetime judgment on her for something that took place during a time of war."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
"Well my dear anytime you want to bounce idea's off someone or show me a work in progress by all means call." Again he flashed her one of his charming smiles and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and slid her his card. "its always exciting to work with various artists and study the mediums and techniques they use. Maybe if you have time you can better get to know Jallyn shes an artist as well but shes in a bit of a funk. Your talent and energy might be a good thing to help her get back on the horse so to speak. And I do apologize for her being so anti social shes usually not like that, but shes very sensitive to her environment and people moods. I fear with everything that has happened in the past couple weeks that she's going through another one of her emotionally unstable moments."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:19 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I'm all for that," Waylon said. "Her team let her down. They should pay for that but not as harshly as Fia."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:18am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
"Do you honestly believe that Fia was acting in self-defense?"
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Thruseday May 6th, 1999 2:33 a.m. - Somewhere in St. Kitts - Papillion Frambois
"Papillion? This is a bit of a surprise. to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Helen! I'm coming home, I know that you like to know these things. So I thought I'd do the kind thing and call ahead." Micromanaging is one of your strong suits...Papilion carried two of her suitcases out to the car, she'd have the rest mailed to her. Mentally adding an extra L to the head of the Toreador's name in her head as she awaited the chiding that would surely come.
There was a pause. "I beg your pardon?"
Papilion paused at her car door blowing some stray hairs from her brow. Of course there had been potential for Helen to say 'No.' she just wasn't going to listen. She was a Hamiltonian Toreador, her home was still under her name, she was not going to stay in a place where they thought ballet was some form of fellatio. "I had a temporary lapse in sanity, I have come to my sense and am returning home to help fight as I was meant to do. It's my battle back there and I can't play the wilting flower."
Helen sighed. "Papillion, you've been gone for what, less than a week? You haven't even given yourself a chance to settle in. Are you certain this is a surge or sudden righteousness or just a case of homesickness?" Her voice softened. "It will pass, little one. The first change is the hardest."
"Homesickness, indignation, and righteousness all rolled into one ma'am." Papilion said offering Helen a respectful title for once. Neither was particularily fond of the other but, she was the leader and in times of crisis one has to respect one's leader...Especially if one will late be turning her back on said leader's idea of 'Fair trial'. "I realize you don't respect the art of dancing but they thought I was a stripper and are encouraging me to pursue this line of work. Which I refuse. I miss Hamilton and if I sit here and mope there is a chance there will not BE a Hamilton. I doubt my hand in the fight will tip the scales but atleast I will have been there to try." She said taking a cue from her petite redhead clanmate. Toreadors can stand tall. Toreadors can fight, and they will.
Helen's words, when they came, were slow as if she were chosing them carefully. "If you feel that strongly about this city, you may return. If this is about your horror over being cast as a stripper, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay. Jallyn, as much as she is no longer truly an artist is still a stripper and she sees no shame in it. There is something truly beautiful about the human body displayed in a manner that teases and tempts but never actually surrenders. It is all dancing but dancing naked is the purest form."
Papilion closed her eyes a moment counting backwards from ten, I will not scream, I will not scream, I will not scream. "I have no problem with it as an art form as some of them are remarkabley athletic and graceful, Jallyn does stupendously. It's just not MY art form. You of all must understand a specific niche that bares your calling. To be pressure into another is...Displeasing. But that has little to do with my return, I doubt I will be dancing much in Hamilton during these days." Papilions little black car moved easily along the streets through the traffic was worse at the hour than back in the hammer. She could stop by the Prince and still make it home before dawn if she really moved.
"At some point ballet will cease to be, as all such arts will cease to be. What will you do then, little butterfly? Will you try to come home then?" Helen's voice sounded tired, almost weary as if she really didn't have the heart or energy for this fight.
"Ma cheri someday I will cease to be aswell. And long before that my dancing will have to cease for the sake of the Masquerade, and my name forgotten by all but a few. All we can hope for is a prime we can look back on with pride." She may have been light little a butterfly but she knew the way the world turned. In slow, monotinous circles. "And sometimes we change our artforms...to survive." She admited for the sake of her leader. "But not right now. Right now my home needs me, and Helen, ma cheri I hold you in respect, I always have though we may never have seen eye to eye. But I'm returning, I would prefer to have your blessings, but my city needs me and I am coming home." Fia needs me...
Helen sighed. "Very well, Pappilion. You have not been go ne so long that it will seen odd that you are returning. Let me warn you that this is the one and only time this will be allowed. So long as I am Primogen in this city, yoru next departure will be permanent."
"Merci." She smiled lightly into the phone. Ha ha ha you have a heart...Kind of...Shriveled up hag. "I will be home before dawn."
"One would hope so." Helen's wry smile could be heard through the phone. "I would hate to think this phone call delayed you so much that you had to race the sunrise to safety."
She smiled, a joke? Dark humour yes but really, Helen? Joking? She didn't thin she'd see the night. "I'd race it just for you ma cheri as I know you miss me terribley" She let a slight chuckle escape. "I'll let you go, I'm sure you have important events and people to attend to. Kiss kiss" Her car rolled to a stop infront of the prince's court and got out into the chilled night air.
This has been a Maxx + Grimoire Co-Post
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:18am -Donna- Tisdale apartment 502
"Rather than asking us why not talk to the source. Fia would likely be willing to give you her testimony of what happened. Sadly most of the others on her team perished during the war or left the city. Wasn't Pappilion there for that misadventure Waylon? Dough if you want I can call Fia and you can ask her yourself." Donna replied as eh pulled out her cell phone and tapped it on her knee.
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy slid the card into her wallet, and pulled out her own, "Will do."
She glanced at the balcony to see Jallyn's back, "I can only imagine what she's been through. You let her know that if she needs anything, to not hesitate to call me. I love to collaborate."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:19 am - Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"I don't know. I wasn't there." Waylon shrugged. "If that's the case, only those who were actually present should be allowed to pass judgment. One is dead, another has left town and two are Malkavians. Do you really think she'd get a fair shake from Angel? He's one of the Ventrue."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
Seth nodded "I think my dear that she would consider the offer from the source direct to be more sincere. She is young and in some ways... She likes to fight me every step of the way. If I urge her to come to you she would balk."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:14 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
"Well, I'll be sure to introduce myself properly," Andy nodded, "Being new in town, a friend would be nice."
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:15 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
"Indeed there is never too much a thing as having too many friends. She really is a sweet girl once you get used to her. Looking back in retrospect I do regret embracing her. She wasn't cut out for this kind of life." His smile faltered as he had a moment to linger on how much Jallyn had changed and how the embrace had actually damaged her quality of life. "I guess that is what I get for embracing someone that was overtly religious. I thought she would get used to things but were going a few years strong and theres no change as of yet. I won her heart but not her soul before the embrace sadly it wasn't enough it would seem. But enough melancholy sentiment" She smiled and chuckled softly to lighten the moment. "Do you yourself have any Childer?"
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:16 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
Andy nodded considerately as Seth described Jallyn, hoping to not step on any toes.
"You should show pride in your childe. Negativity only breeds negativity," Andy chuckled, "Maybe she's blocked. When I get blocked it feels like I physically can't create. She's just waiting for inspiration," Andy replied with an easy grin.
"I don't have any spawn, no. I want to work on my own demons before bringing any more around!" Giggling, Andy held her arms in front of her like an 'x'.
Talking with Seth was making her feel at ease. It felt nice to connect with someone over something that holds such standing in her life. She was happy to be making a friend, especially because she didn't want to fuck up her stay in town.
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:17 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Seth
"Children are a blessing and a curse." Seth replied wistfully. "Perhaps I can try being more understanding of her plight. Helen is always quick to point out that I rushed in. I embraced Vincent and that worked out fabulously then only a few short years later brought Jallyn into the family. I thought a two year seduction would be adequate... But any emotional connection we shared apparently was mainly through the blood I shared with her. I took something beautiful and I broke it. Its a heavy burden to carry especially if you had seen her work. Andy... It was truly an awesome. And I use the term as it should be used not as kids nowadays use it. I just get frustrated Andy. I've tried being the good guy and to be supportive. I've tried the carrot and the stick routine. I've tried playing doting father as well as trying a more aggressive approach. The pressure I feel to have her create something, that expectation from Helen is immense. I can only imagine how my childe feels about it. Its an unpleasant situation for us both. I feel I don't have much left in the way of alternative solutions short of one which I am holding out on because I want her to be independent and self functioning."
Seth leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "I'm working with damaged goods, its hard to create something when what you have to work with isn't top notch. She wants her freedom but until she creates something thats on par with her old work shes stuck with me. For the mean time I've been grooming her in politics and diplomacy. If the canvas and pains and brushes have little meaning to her anymore perhaps she can master these instead. Having an emissary for clan interactions is always useful."
He smiled "And she has gotten quite good at it. So there is hope yet. But I think my dear that you are right. She likely has her demons shes wrestling with. I should be more patient and see what comes of that and just ask that Helen be more patient. But the offer of willing to share some girl time with my childe is welcomed and for that I do thank you. Jallyn really is sweet and caring. Shes soft perhaps thats what hurts the most about her embrace. Shes unable to stop looking back over her shoulder at the past. I'm hoping that maybe in another twenty years so so when her parents pass on, that maybe then she will be able to pick up and move on. But enough about myself and Jallyn please tell me more about yourself. How long have you been a part of the toreador clan. What are some of things that bring a smile to your face and things that you enjoy doing to pass time?"
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Thursday, May 6th, 1999 - 2:18 am - Tisdale Apt. 503 - Andy
Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4
"Oh, dear," Andy patted Seth's knee for comfort, "It's no use carrying all that around with you."
And people wonder why I don't make my own...
"When she's ready, she'll create. Until then, teach her everything else. When she finally finds her muse, she'll be unstoppable."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:20am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug waved away the phone that Donna was offering, "Not necessary as long as we get a chance to ask her and her teammates some questions before we're asked for our opinions but thanks. Don't know Angel but sounds like you're not so impressed with him."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:21 am - Apt 502 Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon shrugged. "He's a Ventrue and he's ambitious. I don't have anything against him personally, in fact I think he plays a mean acoustic guitar. He's not a high generation but he's the number two Ventrue in the city so he's touchy about any authority that he gets his hands on and from all accounts Fia stepped up and challenged him. I doubt he's going to forget that, especially when he's got her over a barrel like she is right now. Any Ventrue would want to put the last nail in her coffin."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:22am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
"Sounds like a Ventrue, true enough. Stacking up to be an interesting meeting, at least. Nothing like walking in on the middle of things."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:23 am - Apt 502 Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
Waylon chuckled. "Trust me, the view ain't much better from the front row. I've never been to a formal court but this one should be an interesting introduction. New blood, old blood, hot blood, cold blood, plus a little spilled blood. Very interesting indeed. Which reminds me, welcome to Hamilton."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:24am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
Doug chuckled, "Thanks. I'll be glad when I get settled in. I'm thinking the next few years will qualify for living in interesting times. So what's your impression of the prince, Waylon?"
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:24 am - Apt 502 Tisdale - Waylon
BP 13 (13) W 4 (4) HP 7 (7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)
"Before this I'd have said he was fairly close to being the perfect Prince. He left us alone to do our own thing and didn't make too many demands on us." Waylon shrugged. "You'd hardly know that he was a Tremere and not a Ventrue. He's a politician, not a warrior and I think what we needed for this invasion was a warrior Prince. He should have turned the reins over to Donna or Sarah for the duration because I think he made a couple of bad decisions. Calling in reinforcements from New York before we even had a chance to make our own stand left a bad taste in my mouth."
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Thursday May 6th 1999 - 2:25am -Butcher/Doug- Tisdale apartment 502
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)
He considered what Waylon said about the prince for a moment before replying. "Based on what I know of events, its probably a good thing he brought in the extra bodies when he did, bad taste or not", more to the point, he thought, it sounds like he had a good idea that this was going to be more than just a case of kick the dog and wanted to be prepared for it. Out loud he went on, "Although I agree, he could have done a helluva lot worse than turn the reigns over to Donna for a general."
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GM's note: Just a hands up for how many of you would like to move stuff forward to the court date and how many of you want to RP out the few days before court. Post your comments on the thread pls.
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Let's get this over with... :crybaby2:
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I think this is what everyone is waiting for......
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Anything to get this moving again.
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Alright. Ive been pretty kind and was waiting for Horners to join in but... Apparetly its not looking very bright. Could be were down to playing with just another small group of players. Not always a bad thing but yeah....
Ill be opening up a sub chapter to make this a bit easier on the eyes. However no exp was given out for this chapter.