Bloodlines Rp Chapter 1

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Scott

Scott nodded and let his hand slide from Iggy's shoulder. "I'll be sure to hook you up then tonight. Just remember what I said. Its good you have had some experience fighting other than bar room brawling. Truth be told a lot of these newer pups from the other clans look a little green if you want my opinion. Its going to be a case of they're going to have to learn on the fly or die trying.

[thatredhead]

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

Emily nodded at Iggy, and gave a warm smile to Scott before turning back to the group at the sound of Nats voice. She gave Nat a warning glare, swiping to her side. "I have no clue what goes in in your head, but right now, you're Des, ok? None of this character sheet discussion and crap," she whispered. "Sorry, you know... Malk talk. What she means is, shes not sure of where she could be on the greatest use. Maybe after getting to know some of you, she'll find her niche," she corrected to the group. 'I swear she likes torturing me,' she thought as she moved to shake Jallyns hand.

"Always a pleasure to meet another reader," she grinned, shaking the womans hand. "Maybe what we should try to do is team up in a way where our own flaws can be covered my anothers...Like, you may not be the best athlete, but you can drive a tank."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

Lobo beamed at the use of what his title.  Almost immediately Lobo stood straighter and taller.  A true peacock moment of preening.

"My sweet Des, Des is okay?  What a pity, but we seem to have the needed third and more.  I am sure though that your other abilities will serve the need well.  As to taking out the Sabbat, I intend to use claws and teeth. But I am certain in this dire time that if you needed something it could probably be found for you."

[Maxx]

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

"I also have the ability to read auras and once I get a good sniff of our friend Mr Corpse or the place he was deposited, I might be able to track back,"  Waylon said.  "I can't use a gun and I'd prefer not to bruise any knuckles but give me a tire iron or two and I'll do my part when it comes to busting a few heads.  The pointy end of a tire iron goes in the other guy, right?"

"If we do this tonight, with as many groups as we can, it will be a good start, assuming the Prince doesn't have other plans for us, which would render anything we decide here to be moot," Angel said.  "My skills are better suited for scrapping it up in a board room than on a battlefield but I will do my best to do my part.  I say we pair trackers with one solid go to guy, who will have the job of protecting them while their nose is to the ground."

"If I have a choice, I'll take the artistic welder, rather than the furbie," Waylon said.

[LadyJallyn]

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

"Waylon... was it. Ah that must make you Mr. Crosby Helen's artistic genius that I have heard to much about. A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well. However before you start getting choosy. I think its best that we leave the name calling out of this. There is no need to sow the seeds of distention here ladies and gentleman. As it is Mr. Dwami could very well end up saving your skin and covering your back when things get hairy."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

"Great, I'll catch up with you later then Scott."

Turning back toward Emily and the others "Hey Waylon, lets hope the Prince agrees with your preference, eh.  I for one will stand fight with anyone here. Even you."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Nat

Nat extended her hand to offer it to the other vampire "Des, is fine sir. But I do have a question with out wanting to sound insane. I've never had to fight before... besides sunlight what are the best ways to kill another vampire, that is what these Sabbat guys are right? Vampires like us?"

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

Lobo's preening ended with Waylon's words.  The word 'Furbie' echoed in Lobo's mind.  Fucking Toreador, egotistic self centred pricks the lot of them.  What's next a comment about Gangrel's as dogs to be beaten.  The blood raced in Lobo's veins, yet some part of his mind remember his vow.  Lobo ignored Desdemona and  instead of leaping across the table at Waylon, Lobo threw a punch at Antigen's wall.  Once his need for blood passed Lobo stormed back to his seat without looking to see if he had done any damage.  His mask was put back on by the time the Gangrel sat. Behind his mask Lobo continued to glower at Waylon.

(OCC - Scratch a blood point - frenzy save tonight)

[pyro71976]

Tuesday April 21st 2147hrs - Whitehern - Vic

Vic quietly enters the room and approaches the table, his robe sticking to his back and a small trail of blood going down his right sandled foot. "Sorry i am tardy. I was apparently over zealous with my penance this evening, and I'm sure spider will reprimand me appropriately later." He opens his envelope while introducing himself, not looking up at what he expects are looks of disgust. "I am Vic McDonough from the nosferatu. I believe I am caught up on the situation from what I could hear from the doorway. I am more than ready to teach these sabbat the path to redemption wherever I am asked."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 2148hrs - Whitehern - Nat

Nats eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she watched the PC Lobo put his fist though the wall. David had told her that tonights gaming location was special and very hard to get into for playing and yet this man just demoed a wall and then earlier tonight David had cracked the table... But then again maybe it was a prop table that was supposed to split.

Looking a little overwhelmed she stepped back only to notice a new player had entered. She had to admit his makeup was way cool even the dripping blood was pretty rad.

"Uh... Hi. Nice to meet you Vic." she caught herself from introducing herself by name. David was right this was a tough style to get used to. She was so wanting a Time Out cause it was getting a bit intense for her. "I'm Desdemona, but you may call me Des. I come from the Malkav clan."

[SilverMist]

Tuesday April 21st 9:47 pm - Whitehern - Papillion Framboise

Jeromy had been so kind to fill the Toreador in on what had passed in the meeting while she'd been fixated on the photos. Papillion had little experience with clan politics so she didn't quite understand but a dead body on Hamiltonian soil, was clear enough. Listening to the talk around the table Papillion felt very small indeed, she'd never really fought before...
"Jeromy, lets head over there." The kindred said nodding to the group in which the majority of the others were congregated, even though Lobo had stomped away in quite the huff.
Temper temper... She didn't need to look at his aura to tell that it would be a swirling mass of crimson.
The Toreador may not know the first thing about fighting but of cliques she knew plenty. You wanted to be in the big group and most certainly not left out. Being left out was definitely a negative.

She pushed her chair back daintily, leaving her shawl on the seat as she rose. On her way over to the larger group though she did pause on her way past Lobo. Wondering if there was anything she could say, but as she did not know what it was that made him so livid, her only clue she had was that Lobo was now trying to burn a hole in Waylon's skull with his eyes, she simply said.
"Mon cheri I assure you he's harmless. I mean look at him. You could fold him up and put him in your pocket." She whispered so the small vampire wouldn't hear. She smiled to Waylon giving a little wave of her fingers. She went to touch Lobo's shoulder with her free hand but the seething rage seemed almost tangible she just hovered it a few inches from him.

From there she continued over to the larger group, coming to stand next to Vincent.
"Bonjour." She said softly not wanting to interrupt any of the conversation going on.
 

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:48 pm - Whitehern - Waylon

Waylon's mouth fell slightly open.  "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that sort of reaction,"  he said.  "Lobo, I feel I must apologize, since I have obviously inadvertently offended you.  My reference was to the fur you are wearing, rather than a suggestion that you were a small furry beast that mimics everything said around it.  From what I have seen, you seem like a fairly wise, competent fellow.  My choice was based on fashion, not function and a desire to be in the company of other artist types.  We have far too much to do and enough enemies outside this room to make more inside by careless words and deliberate taunts."

"That being said," Angel interjected, "we seem well stocked with trackers and aura readers.  How are we set for flat out fighters?  I'm not going to assume the stereotypes are correct and that the Brujah and Gangrel will be carrying the majority of the pressure for that task.  Waylon has already declared himself a Toreador ready for war in addition to being a tracker.  Do we have any other double threats?"

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:48 pm - Whitehern - Jallyn

"I for one love the ensemble that Mr.Dwami is wearing. Its an Marcell Original is it not?" The redheaded Toreador inquired. "I am not the best of fighters. I during my years as a mortal took self defense and the two years I have spent down in America I have learned how to use a Berreta. I own and carry a Cheetah. I am by no means a marksmen but at the shooting range I do hold my own."

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2150hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

Papillion's words sunk into the red haze that was Lobo's current state of mind.  And as he stared he saw himself doing exactly as Papillion had suggested - folding Waylon up and disposing of him.  While visualizing Waylon's voice carried over to Lobo with his apology.  It was enough to help Lobo regain most of his sanity.  Rejoining the group, he noticed that its size had again swelled. Lobo looked at the damage done to the wall.  

"Actually, Angel, what I need to know now is if anyone knows a good plasterer? And yes Jallyn it is - I am pleased you noticed."

[pyro71976]

Tuesday April 21st 9:51 pm - Whitehern - Vic

"I too am an adequate shot with a firearm and have been known to administer lessons bare handed when the occasion called for it" Vic said at least looking up, a little surprised at the lack of revoltion on his peers faces. "and as for tracking I'm sure the animals of this city might be entreated to aid us in locating these interlopers." and turning to look at Des "and its very nice to make your acquaintance as well" he shifts his weight as a slight look of pain crosses his face.

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:49-9:52 pm - Whitehern -

Vincent and Scott both made their way back to the table to let the younger Kindred talk amongst themselves. It was great to plan but Babadora was correct. Likely the Prince already had a plan.

Strangely enough the elder vampires sat down and began to discuss things on their own. Babadora, Scott and Vincent had all been present and were survivors of the last tete a tete with the Sabbat.

It was indeed dark times and looking over at the group of new Kindred they all knew it was likely that at the end of the month there would be casualties.

"It will be likely that they will divide us up. Let us hope that the groups are evenly balanced. If not we will have to watch out over the younger ones." Vincent quietly replied.

"Crash course to the Sabbat. Yeah bro there wont be much time for hand holding. I'm not sure your clan has the chops to take to the water Vincent." Scott grumbled.

"We may seem like a bunch of Fluffy Poofters but I assure you we are not as useless as you would think. Art is our joy but we are rabid protectors of the things we love or deem beautiful. I for one love Hamilton and will defend it with my last drop of blood."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:50 pm - Whitehern - Jallyn

"How could I not. Marcell's work is cutting edge Haute Coture in NewYork right now. Made by our very own clan. I believe he was embraced about 5 years ago but hes really taken to it and his designs have just got a much more hotter and wild look to them. " She offered Lobo a smile. "As for the plaster guy. I assume the Prince will be looking to fix it. Accidents do happen. However if you do feel that bad at the end of the meeting perhaps take him aside and offer to pay the bill."

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:51 pm - Whitehern - Angel

"It looks like we've got the makings of a proper party, then," Angel said.  His words started coming faster.  "Lobo, I think what you need is a painting to cover the hole before the Prince spots it rather than a plasterer.  He can come in and fix the hole while the Prince is sleeping.  Vic, sit down and take a load off.  You look like you've pulled something.  Assuming that all members of any particular clan have relatively equal skills, we should separate the groups so that there aren't to many of one clan in any one group.  There are two questions to answer now.  How many groups do we want to employ and is what we are planning going to go contrary to what the prince is planning?  I think if we can present him with a well put together plan, he may be willing to let us put it into action anyway, in addition to what he has planned already."

[LadyJallyn]

Tuesday April 21st 9:51 pm - Whitehern - Nat

"I can use a baseball bat if I had to fight." I used to be the star hitter for my bantam league. "But that was a while ago. Uh I also have in my purse.... Some other stuff that might be useful. Then again maybe not..." She paused noting the look of pain on Vic's pale and twisted visage. "Are you ok, you seem to be in pain and I couldn't help but notice the blood... Were you jumped on the way here or something?"

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2153hrs - Whitehern - Lobo

"Yes, he is very good.  I was lucky enough to do some guard work for him. He is as interesting in person as his designs.  As a figther I am a hands on type.  Close range.  But I have some skill in stealth to help me get close."
Turning to the newest Nosferatu present Lobo continued,  "Vic is it.  Nice to meet you finally, I think I have spotted you once or twice as I was out the West Fifth trails."

[Maxx]

Tuesday April 21st 9:51 pm - Whitehern - Waylon

"What have you got in your purse, Desdemona?"  Waylon asked, not wanting to participate in the fashion discussion.  "You said you had a few things that might prove useful.  I've always seen women's purses to be magical places that hold far more than their outside appearance would suggest.  What do you have in yours?"

[thatredhead]

Tuesday April 21st 2153hrs - Whitehern - Emily

"I'm a marksman. I've got some stuff at my place that can help in that area," Emily piped up. "Vic? Do you need help? I'm Emily by the way," She looked to the slightly frightening vampire. She was shocked at his appearance, but said nothing about it, after all who was she to judge. Many viewed her as being an overweight shorty.

[Hurricanus]

Tuesday April 21st 2154hrs - Whitehern - Iggy

"So you swing a bat Des.  Much the same style of fighting as myself.  Only I swing a 15 pound sledge hammer.  Just remember - brains on the floor kills most things including Sabbat."

Iggy smiled as he spoke as if he was remembering just how how a puddle of brains looked.  

"Vic nice to meet you.  I think more then your clan leader will want to speak with you, Antigen has asked for a meeting with all latecomers also.  Just to give you a heads up on that. But I agree with Emily and Des - maybe you should have a seat for a bit."

[SilverMist]

Tuesday April 21st 9:53 pm - Whitehern - Papillion Framboise

Papillion was once again, mostly quiet, just listening.  She noted the new comer to the congregation...He was dripping...
Oh dear...The Prince's carpet Was all the strawberry blond kindred could think woefully. Her gaze moved from the carpet, to the wall, to the table. She couldn't help but remember back to grade school when the principal would tell you you reflected on the school by how you left a place after a field trip. But soon the toreador's attention moved to Nat and her bag as Waylon commented on how useful it's contents would be.  

[pyro71976]

Tuesday April 21st 9:55 pm - Whitehern - Vic

Vic immediately composes himself "nothing so dramatic as that my dear Desdemona merely part of my penance, i do apologies if it has made you uncomfortable, though I do appreciate your concern" He wipes the blood on his foot off with his robe" glancing at Lobo "Yes I do believe I have seen you on the escarpment, though I don't believe we introduced ourselves at that time. I sometimes get overly focused inwards, I certainly appreciate your vigilance though"