Bloodlines Rp Chapter 1

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:40 pm - Whitehern - Scott

Scottie looked over at Donna his face wore a scowl of disapproval. "If Donna's going to Burlington I'm going too. You need strong fighters to stop them from coming into Hamilton any more than they are."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:40-9:41 pm - Whitehern - Mark

Mark shook his head. "It is not up for discussion Mr. McFarland. The Prince asked me to find certain candidates. Unfortunately we need more seasoned and older Kindred for the job, but your loyalty and enthusiasm are duly noted."

He stood up placing his hands on the table as he looked down the table. "I am calling a recess we will proceed with the meeting once again at 10pm sharp.  Clan elders you are asked to join me upstairs in the Prince's Parlor while we discuss who will be going to defend Hamilton by helping our Kindred Neighbors in Burlington. The rest of you please stay here but feel free to talk amongst yourselves in a more relaxed fashion. I do believe you will likely feel the need to talk about the things that have been revealed tonight.  Mr. Angelinio may have extra details to add to the photos since it was one of his contacts that participated in procuring the pictures that we viewed this evening.

And with that the clan leaders rose from the table almost as one and walked out silently in line. Gone was the bickering that everyone had seen earlier and instead it had been replaced with a surpising unity of purpose.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Tuesday April 21st 9:42 pm - Whitehern - Fia

Fia blinked for a few seconds, then shook her head.

This is fucked up...

She turned to the redhead on her right, "I'm guessing you're Jallyn," she said as she gestured to the card, "You didn't really miss much but intros," Fia shrugged, "I'm Fia Cade. Clan Gangrel," she extended her hand.

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:41 pm - Whitehern - Waylon

"The cat is away, so the mice may play,"  the Toreador said.  "Why do I get the feeling that some of you are heading for Burlington anyway, no matter what the Prince's decision is?"

"Probably because there are people in this room with a reputation for having no respect for authority and a willful disposition,"  Angel replied.  He finally picked up the envelope and pulled out the pictures.  Unlike the photocopies the others had, he had a set of original prints.  "These were taken at Bayfront Park.  Admittedly I haven't had a chance to study them carefully.  Has anyone noticed anything unusual?  Other than the fact that we have pictures of a mutilated corpse, of course."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2142-2145 hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

Iggy watched Mark, Donna and of the rest of the clan leaders exit the room.  Once they were out of sight Iggy looked over at Scott, the only other Brujah left and shook his head.  Iggy was a Brujah, but in many ways he wasn't much more than a barroom brawler at best.  And to face this attack with unknown fellow warriors concerned him. 

Iggy took the time to stand a stretch his legs.  It was easier in Europe with Luke and Steve.  They had a system and fought well together.  Yet, it was Luke that lead the charge in, often tossing back to Iggy targets for his 15 pound sledge hammer.  Looking around at his fellow Kindred Iggy couldn't help but wonder if as a group we had the time to form into an allied fighting team. 

And of all the times to have decided to make a renewed attempt at controlling his frenzies.  Sometimes the beast has its purpose. Iggy would hold to his promise to himself and to Donna though.  Maybe, just maybe sanity might serve him better in this fight.  Iggy could not remember a time when he so wanted to talk with Dhinga.

Without realizing it, Iggy in his thoughts had wandered around the table to Scott.  Leaning in so hopefully only Scott could hear, Iggy asked, "How long do you think it would take to finally learn the basics of how to use a flame thrower? It might be a good secondary weapon to my hammer."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2143 hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

Lobo was annoyed that the open discussion ended so soon.  He had a question of Sarah but as she had left the room with the others it would have to go unanswered.  Angel was asking if more then dead bodies could be seen from the pictures and having noted how carefully Athial reviewed that images made Lobo surmise that maybe more could information could be gathered but to what use?  Would it tell where the Sabbat animals were holed up.  Lobo doubted that.  Hamilton had three direct ways in from Toronto.  Lobo stood and clearing this throat for the group's attention raised what he thought was a more apporiate line of investigation.

"If the arguement is correct that finding any Sabbat scum in our midst is our first priority.  Then it seems to me given the photos are from Bayfront that we have three main possible locatiions.  One might be the North end and the QEW Niagara, another is York Blvd and the High Level Bridge and lastly the Main Street King Street area around the Fortino's.  I guess Aberdeen might be a fourth but it is deeper in and offers less hiding places.  To those of you that have havens in those areas - have you noticed anything odd? Anything?"

[SilverMist]

Tuesday April 21st 9:41 pm - Whitehern - Papillion Framboise

Once the meeting had gotten underway Papillion had silenced. She hadn't meant to come off rude to Jeromy, she just didn't want the wrath of Helen coming down on her head later for chattering and 'reflecting poorly on the entire clan'. She attempted to throw him a few apologetic glances but hadn't been able to catch his eye.
Nosferatu hm? Wonder what he looks like under the mask... She'd only dwelled on the notion for about two seconds because everything left her mind when she opened the envelope. Surprisingly enough, to her even, the ballerina was not almost losing her lunch upon first glance. Though she did miss speaking up because she was near hypnotized by the gore. It was disgusting, it was horrific, and yet...She couldn't look away. 
That is a really good camera angle... Her eyes couldn't come away from the page until the clan leaders began to stand and she blinked back to reality and looked around, as other people were still remaining seated she assumed it was just a recess and she hadn't missed the whole meeting...At least she hoped.

Papillion returned the photos to the envelope lest she fixate on them again and looked back to Jeromy with a smile the kind that was all sunshine and butterflies.
"Sorry about just stuffing up like that, Jeromy." She assured in earnest
"So...um..." The toreador started, her cheeks going red at the thought of what she was about to ask, she leaned in to the other kindred and lowered her voice in the hopes that no one else would hear.
"...What...happened?...In the meeting I mean...I sorta...Spaced." The girls said turning her eyes to the floor.

[Krys]

Tuesday April 21st 9:41 pm - Whitehern - Athial

Athial starred at the picture almost trance like for a bit longer before glancing up around the room.Everyone was so edger to fight, storm and pillage anything Sabbat. Still young the feud didn't make much sense to her. One by one the room seemed to rally as she just settled back into her chair. Antigen will determine where she belonged for her. Though she couldnt imagine what he would pick for her. Being a small town girl she never really had to fight and she was probably really rusty with a shotgun. She tossed the pictures on the table she had nothing to add.

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 2142-2145 hrs - Whitehern - Iggy


Without realizing it, Iggy in his thoughts had wandered around the table to Scott.  Leaning in so hopefully only Scott could hear, Iggy asked, "How long do you think it would take to finally learn the basics of how to use a flame thrower? It might be a good secondary weapon to my hammer."

Tuesday April 21st 9:45 pm - Whitehern - Scott

Scott looked up at Iggy and shook his head "Bro I'd be a dead man if I let you walk into a fight using a flame thrower.  She who must be obeyed or she breaks a boot off up our asses would freak out. Besides it seems like a great idea until you accidentally set yourself on fire. Look I'll talk about it after the meetings done bro. Trust me if you want to go bad ass we can hook you up. Just theres clan shit that no one else needs to hear about if you get my drift.  So you seem to be holding up. This your first scrap Iggy?"

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:42 pm - Whitehern - Nat

Nat watched as David ran off and the other players cleared out around her. She was virtually left all alone with no one sitting near her.

She watched in silence still analyzing the discussions. A recess had been called, but did that mean it was a real break like a smoke break for the players etc, or was it still in character role playing.

After listening to a few comments she came to the conclusion that the game was still in progress. With a sigh she pulled a note book out of her tote bag and a pen and began making notes about the players and current events of the evening.

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:42 pm - Whitehern - Jallyn

Jallyn's Cerulean blue eyes wandered over the table. She had met only  Helen the clan leader of the Toreadors and that was it. Having spent the entirety of her undead life at the side of her maker meant having to travel just about everywhere. And yet he poured as much knowledge as he could into her. He had armed her with names and descriptions of some of the Kindred in the city. At least the ones he felt might be useful to know for various reasons.

She turned to study the Kindred that had come dressed in more professional attire. Studying the name tags she made note of whom she assumed might be in the Tremere and Ventrue Clan's her mind scrambling to remember who was who in this city.  It made sense since the Seneschal was Venture and the Prince being a Tremere to inquire as to the respective younger clan members as to  what all had happened up to this point.

She glanced over at Angel and Fia "Good evening. Angelo and Fia.... " she paused for a breath licking her lips.  "Tthat would mean you would be Ventrue & Gangrel  correct? Oh... My apologies, I didn't introduce myself Jallyn O'Reilly nice to make your acquaintances." she replied as she offered a manicured hand out for who ever wished to shake it.

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:43 pm - Whitehern - Angel

"Delighted,"  Angel said, taking Jallyn's hand but kissing the knuckles rather than shaking it.  "A distinct pleasure, let me assure you.  You didn't miss much.  Burlington has been hit by the Sabbat and if these pictures are any indication, they're hitting us as well."

Angel looked at the fur clad Gangrel.  "Lobo, if those are the only routes into the city, the one that comes across highway 403 or across the High Level bridge seems most likely.  There is a rollerblading path that leads from Princess Point all the way to Bayfront Park.  It would be child's play to retreat back to a haven in that area after dumping a body.  There is even a cemetery along that route, if they want to be particularly ghoulish in their choice of havens."

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:44 pm - Whitehern - Waylon

"Do we know what happened to the body?"  Waylon asked.  "I must admit to having a gruesome fascination for these pictures but the are only pictures after all.  Not wanting to be morbid but I think we might be able to learn addttional information from a more direct examination."

"That is a question the Prince will have to answer,"  Angel said.  "I can only assume he made a detailed inspection as soon as he was able.  It was only an hour or so before dawn that I was able to make him aware of the problem and at that time I was dealing with the semi-hysterical kine who had stumbled across it.  She is one of my informants and had the remarkable fortitude to take these pictures, despite the fact that she was looking at what was very likely her first corpse.  She saw no one in the area, so without an expert opinion, there is no way of knowing how long the body lay undiscovered.  From a distance it looked like a derelict sleeping on a park bench but she noticed the lack of movement that comes only with death and decided to take a closer look."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2145 hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

Lobo made his way to the group surrounding Angel.

"The High Level Bridge does seems our best first option. And work our way up the 403. I doubt if they would be stupid enough to try to infiltrate through the North End it being Brujah territory and all. " 

Lobo turned to the others in the group and reintroduced himself. 

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2145 hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

Iggy continued softly with Scott, "No, Its not my first tussle with the Sabbat.  It just that we're so raw and unfamiliar with each other.  Last time I fought it was with a tried group.  I knew who to trust my back to.  And I had hoped for a bit longer of a vacation from this damnable war!"

Iggy's voice raised on the word 'war' as the tension he was trying to control started to show.

More controlled and his tone softer again Iggy added "And Scott yes lets hook up for some quick how to sessions - ASAP."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:45 pm - Whitehern - Scott

"You got it bro. If we got time tonight or tomorrow night we will see what we can do. Just dont tell Donna or ever do it around her. " he replied keeping an ear on the conversation. "And as for the sabbat, Iggy my bro they ain't anything to sneeze at. A lot of em are like us but twisted. Kine are numerous so who cares of we kill em, there will always be more. Add to the fact they got the same clans we hail from and then some and it makes em a bitch to fight.  They usually send in scouting parties to check out the competition and if they think you're weak or dont see many Kindred about then they strike. Its probably why Burlington got hit as hard as it did.  More than half their kindred population don't exactly make themselves readily seen in public. But I guess thats the joy of housing a city mostly made up of Ventrue Nosferatu and bloody reclusive Toreadors. The first to buy it I'm guessing were their Caitfiff. The clanless ones. They aren't as strict about turning them away as we are here in Hammer Town. You never know if you got a Sabbat snake in the bunch posing as one of the lost and abandoned."

Scott took his shades off and rested them on top of his head before looking Iggy in the eye and clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Just be careful out there and try to keep a cool head. We don't know how many are out there. If you see a group you are better to get back up and just trail em rather than try and open up a can of whoop ass. It don't make you less of a man bro. And you might actually get through all this. What sort of gear you fight with? I got a few sawed off shot guns sitting back at my haven if you can handle one."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:44 pm - Whitehern - Jallyn

Jallyn had listened she wasn't overtly familiar with Hamilton having been born and raised in Toronto her whole life, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to help.

"Our best bet is likely splitting up into groups and taking a tracker or two. How many of you a show of hands have the ability to aura read or have heightened senses?" She asked everyone on the room.

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2146hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

Mark's warning hit home.  Iggy was a young spit and fire vampire in Europe. Now, he was settled, comfortable and suddenly BANG - this shit hits the fan.  Fuck he could die in this war.   Any of us could.  At that moment something in Iggy's blood stirred.  A more feral edge entered his eyes and a new meaner look took over his visage. 

"Shit Mark, I don't intend this to be my last fight.  I've never used a fire arm at all.  I've always used my sledge.  Removing the brains from a Sabbat seems to work as good as the old stake in the heart routine." As Iggy's thoughts turned to other battles the Brujah battle blood stirred more in him.  Even for a Kindred Iggy's blood was now running cold. Real cold.

"In Europe it was a nice fit to the sword and rifle of my partners. We had always intended to share our fighting styles - but some shit never happens 'til its too late. But you have the right of it Scott - sledge and sawed off would be a deadly combo."

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[thatredhead]

Tuesday April 21st 9:44 pm - Whitehern - Emily

Emily had moved to Nat after their clan leader had left for their own meeting. "Pay attention to what everyones saying. Its very important information you could possibly use to your advantage," she whispered to her secret child. "This is very serious and the more you know about others, the better. Come join a group. Socialize."

She stood and moved back to Angels group, "I'm sorry...Jallyn was it? I've never seen you around here, and up until today had no clue you were even in existance. I'm sorry if I sound rude, but I think names are just as important as a talent. After all, what good is an ability if you cant call upon the person for it? My name is Emily by the way, and I can read auras." Trust be told, Emily had tried to be polite, but sadly poor fluffy seemed to only make her hungrier, rather than curb the hunger.

Her eyes scanned the room further, only to stop on Iggy. He seemed nervous and tensed. "Iggy?" she called, slowly taking a step closer to him. "You alright?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Tuesday April 21st 9:44 pm - Whitehern - Fia

Fia raised her hand, "Heightened senses," she said, "I also have a car, but, I also have to go to work at 11. I'll keep an eye out. My job takes me all over the city."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

Before Scott could respond Iggy spotted Emily approaching the two.  "Emily, I'm fine. I'll be right there, just finishing some clan business with Scott here.  Scott this is Emily, a future model of mine I hope once things are back to normal."

 

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2146hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

"Fia and Emily make two.  With a third we could have two teams out tonight, with Fia hopefully being able to check the other areas." 

Lobo turned to the vampire that had accompanied Emily.

"Desdemona isn't it.  Do you have Aura Sense like Emily?

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:45 pm - Whitehern - Nat

Natilie closed her spiral note book and stuffed it back into her tote bag and made her way over to the other players trailing behind her old Mohawk roommate.

She headed Emilys advice. After a moment of looking at the group she hesitantly asked. "So our mission should we accept is to kill these Sabbat guys. So whats the best way to take them out and will we being provided with the proper gear to face this enemy?"

Nat looked to the player character known as Lobo. "I am sorry Lobo, runner of the Bruce trail but I am afraid that I do not think I have that ability on my character sheet.

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:46 pm - Whitehern - Jallyn

"Its a pleasure to meet you Emily. Jallyn O'Reilly. Its a shame I get to meet all of you during such dire times." She offered the woman an apologetic smile and a warm wet solid handshake. "I do understand how you feel though, its only natural to be feeling overwhelmed and nervous. I too, read auras."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:45 pm - Whitehern -

The young girl still sat at the table her feet not even touching the floor. She had been silently listening to the others but had nothing much to add. She did however feel it necessary to speak.

"I too read auras, Miss Jallyn." Babadora replied calmly. "Your idea holds merit and I am sure the Prince and the others have likely or are likely deciding on a similar course of action.


Vincent, Papillions Sire joined the group. "I can as well but I am equally talented in the arts of Celerity as well as Presence. "Vincent Delvechico, but the way. My elder brother is Seth, Jallyn's sire." he explained to the group as he gave them a curt nod.