Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.0 : Crimson quietus

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4- 4:03A.M  -  Whitehern  -  

"Thank you for volunteering to take care of Mr. Hildreth. I do understand he is in a predicament. Once he has been interrogated and his blood is tested and we are sure that he is free from being blood bonded he will be handed over to you to be raised as you see fit. Be warned though, since I do believe that this is your first childe that rearing them can be difficult and challenging at times." Antigen replied to Vic. He was pleased to see that the kindred in the city were willing to adopt and take on the new borns. He did not want to kill or turn them away but with such limited time and the rules of his clan, he himself could not take on any of the new Kindred. If Dimitri was with them he would surely be rolling around in his grave with such news. But this was just proof to the prince that the kindred themselves were not as segregated as one would assume. He made a mental note to have a talk with Vic about this later on.

His attention turned back to Waylon. "There are many reasons as to why we have not forced the issue with Toronoto. The previous prince saw it as a waste of time man power and resources. I myself have held meetings with the clan elders on this topic and it has always been a case of being out voted for such a motion. Many of the clan elders are not wanting war or willing to jeopardize you.  They are willing to stay in hamiton and live normal lives they wish nothing over war."

"You must me talking about invading Toronto my Prince." Sarah replied as she entered the room, her tone was clipped and tight. She offered the prince a bow and sat down in her seat. "I for one voted against that. The last war saw my entire clan wiped out. I was the only one left. Too often Clan Brujah and Gangrel have been sent out to do the dirty work while the effete bastards and power brokers were left to rub elbows with the posh from the safety of their board rooms and art galleries. When our clan was almost wiped out Dimitri merely shrugged and told me to make more. More! As if we were that disposable. " Her voice held the hint of a growl. "I placed my trust in you and support you Antigen because I do not want that to happen again.  This war is bringing back memories I had hoped to forget. My Clan is here to serve you but I hope that you will not make the same mistake of thinking that Me and my own are here to die at the drop of a hat for you."

"You know as well as I do Sarah that I do not wish to see any of you meet your Final Deaths. Each clan is important and should remain so. What news do you have of your meeting with the Black Fury's?"

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03 am.  Whitehern –

Seth climbed out of the car. "You may have herd that is no problem. As long as they are kept in the dark about us in general. As for ghouls and ghoul retainers you must partition to have them made. It only takes an evening of talking to the prince to arrange such a thing if he gives his consent."

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 3:52  A.M  -  Whitehern  -  Team Alpha  -  Waylon

BP 13 (6)  W 4 (4) H 7 (7)


"It is one of those effete bastards that is asking the question,"  Waylon said, his eyes boring holes in Sarah.  "Tell me, how many of those effete bastards were just asked to put their lives on the line tonight?  I do believe it was all of them.  How many of them had any real combat experience?  I do believe it was none of them.  How many of them went anyway?  All of them.  This isn't an us and them situation Sarah.  We are in this together.  I just think we should pay a little more attention to where we can best be utilized and where we would be most vulnerable."

He had risen to his feet.  Perhaps sitting in Helen's chair had made him more protective of his clan's reputation.  Maybe it was the fact that Lobo was beside him and the way he'd been sticking his sycophantic tongue up the Prince's ass  likely meant he'd be willing to take a swing just to protect his clan's reputation.   

[Numenya]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03 am.  Whitehern – Tamara

The gypsy nodded, but smirked to herself. If this Kin was not a Toreador, Tamara would eat her slacks. Kindred all the way, but definitively one of the snobbish kind. He hadn’t even considered the possibility she that she was asking about livestock…. the classic four-legged kind. She knew many felt all above drinking from animals, but well, life –or unlife– had taught her otherwise. Perhaps, for “good taste and manners”, the question was better left to be asked later to her clan’s leader, once she returned from this Burlington place. She moved away from the car and closer to the doors, turning around to appreciate the open spaces rather than the building behind her.

[LadyJallyn]

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND ITS ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04 am.  -  Meeting Room Whitehern  - Lobo- Team Gamma

BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

At the sound of Sarah's voice Lobo turned, stood and looked to his clan leader.  Her words echoed in his head and unaware he lightly pounded the table with an open hand during it.  As she finished Lobo acknowledged his Clan Head with a solemn and deep bow - she had never seemed so powerful until just then to the young Gangrel.  

The little prissy Toreador - however destroyed the peaceful moment.  It must of been the adrenaline of the night but without thinking Lobo grew his claws.

OCC one BP for wolf claws BP 13 (10)

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04  A.M  -  Whitehern  -  Team Alpha  -  Waylon

BP 13 (6)  W 4 (4) H 7 (7)


"Keep those claws to yourself,"  Waylon hissed, his fingertips touching the police batons that lined his jacket sleeves.  "We have enough enemies without fighting each other." 

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04 am.  -  Whitehern - Vic- Team Gamma

BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

Vic stood up "Maybe now is not the time for us to be fighting one another, or discussing retribution, with the threat to the city still so immediate and outsiders ready to be introduced to us any minute a show of unity even if its fake might be in order" vic spoke not meeting anyone's eyes

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03 am.  Whitehern – Papillion

Papillion watched as the Limo pulled up. She was almost surprised by how foreign the luxury vehicle looked to her, though she'd been in one only at the beginning of the night. She paused in the doorway, wondering if she should hold the door for them. When a dark haired man stepped out for the briefest, battle exhausted second she thought it was Vincent, but the corner of her lips turned down when she realized that no, it wasn't.
"Do we know them?" Papillion asked Angel as the lot began to pile out of the limo, the group including one German Shepard cross.





Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03 am.  Whitehern – Calvin

Calvin climbed out of the limo, glad to be on solid ground, looking around at the city they called Hamilton. It seemed so...Short. Compared to the rows of colossal buildings that was New York, the city seemed somewhat dwarfed, which he had to admit made him feel much more at ease. He even stopped chewing his lower lip. Standing out in the late night air he now looked about at the different people in the group, his eyes focusing primarily on Cash. Calvin loved animals, animals didn't ask you personal questions, or whisper that you were too shy, or stare at you like you were cracked.
"Hey boy..." He said to the canine with a soft smile, now that he was close enough to the four legged companion of the ginger Gangrel. His voice was soft, like it wasn't used very often. He glanced up at Rory, whom the dog was obviously with.
"What's his name?" His voice was the same, but the tone was different, weak almost, like it had to be propped up by fake confidence.
Right now Calvin was just avoiding having to think about meeting with the Prince. People of power made the boy anxious.

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03am -  Whitehern - Jareth
HP=7/7, BP=13/13 , WP=3/3, HUM=7/7

Jareth waited for everyone to exit the limo before closing the door. He looked to Seth"Well then Sir I believe this is where you lead us in. Don't want us wondering off to any private wings of the estate now do you. Though I wouldn't mind a tour." He began to walk towards the mansion noticing the door was still ajar and the beautiful blonde holding it open. He smiled to himself as she came into clearer view with each slow step he took to the mansion. "OH Hamilton I think I'm going to like you"

[Summyr]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03 am.  Whitehern – Rory

Rory patted Cash on the back, giving him the signal to exit the limo. Once the German Shepard was out, the young Gangrel climbed out as well.

The ginger girl looked over to the shy boy from before. "Oh, it's Cash," she said, smiling at him, "He's pretty friendly." The canine smelled the boy before leaping up to try and lick his face.

Rory stared reluctantly at the beautiful home of the Prince. It was certainly beautiful, that was something she couldn't deny. Her head had been pulled out of all conscious conversation and dragged into a world of thought.

'This is it.. This is make it or brake it time,' Rory thought, her brightly lit eyes gaining a darker light, 'I'm in Hamilton now. This is my new life... And I can do this... Fight for something good, help people... Feel alive again. All I have to do is... Go in that huge, expensive, amazingly gorgeous-'

"I dunno if I can do this!" Rory blurted out unexpectedly. She smacked her hands to her face and looked down, embarrassed she'd doubted her position so openly. "I mean..."

'Dammit! So much for first impressions, and say goodbye to anyone taking me seriously now...' Rory's thoughts came rapidly and cluttered. 'What the hell is wrong with me today? It's a goddamn house!'

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04 am.  -  Whitehern

Sarah stood from the tabler her fingers gripping the edge making her finger turn bone white. It was better than leaping from her chair and showing the little Toreador how she felt. "Yes Waylon you fought. Your clan fought TONIGHT.  And yet my ears hear nothing but the mewling complaints of a pup. Get used to the fact that sometimes you have to bleed for the city and the prince. If you cant take that then maybe you should tuck tail and leave for Guelph. It sickens me. This all does. I have no stomach for politics but me and my own support the prince and so what is asked without complaint. Why not for once can you not do the same and why must it seem like its such a hardship for JUST YOU? We are all suffering not just your clan.  The choices at this time are to fight or die. And by all means please run back to Helen to tell her how I spoke to you. She too needs a good slap up side the head she has grown soft and comfortable. " She paused her body visibly shaking with rage. "MY report Prince. Was delivered over the phone to you but I am assuming you want the others caught up to speed. I will do so now...." Her voice calmed only slightly. "The Black Furys are basically saying that this is not their fight. They will not involve themselves in Kindred disputes. They have however allowed us safe passage though their territories if need for the next month and have placed a paremiter watch around Hamilton. If you are leaving it would be wise to flick your headlights on and off three times while leaving the city to ensure them that you are one of the good guys. If you are traveling by foot they ask that you use a whistle and blow from it thrice lest you feel the sting of fang and claw. Anyone that enters their lands and does not follow this procedure will be dispatched."

[thatredhead]

Wednesday April 22, 4:04 am - Whitehern - Emily - Beta

Emily watched as the limo pulled up. 'Snazzy,' was her first thought. "Antigen not here or something?" she asked aloud before the car doors opened. "Well thats not Antigen..." she finished, watching the man step out of the limo. "Maybe a friend of Antigens?"

"Ummm... hello...," she decided to say as Boogie entered through the doorway. "Excuse me sir, but may I ask your name? Im Emily."

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:05 am.  -  Meeting Room Whitehern  - Lobo- Team Gamma

BP 13 (10) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

Lobo managed to stop himself for the second time from ripping the little toreador a new asshole.  Quietly, his eyes fixed on Waylon, Lobo retracted his claws. 

"Tonight is your lucky night, boy.  I have had enough fighting already."

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04am -  Whitehern -

Team Beta had depostied their prisoners and Chantal let them inside the meeting room. "My Prince Team Beta has arrived and so has Seth and the NewYorkers I will be bringing them down soon."

Mark entered the room and sat down beside Antigen whispering something in the Princes ear. Antigen frowned looking unimpressed but nodded.

Seth looked to the others. "By all means let us go. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

It took a moment but Chantal answered the door looking like she had been kept busy. "Mr. Delvecciho and guests welcome to Whitehern." She replied offering them a pleasant smile as she opened the door and bit them entrance. "The others are down stairs and waiting for you to join them. "

"Thank you Chantal." Seth replied wiping his feet on the mat in the loby. "Please lead the way..."

[LadyJallyn]

OCC: I am taking a 5 min smoke break to let all parties get caught up here since we have 7 ppl posting at the same time...

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04  A.M  -  Whitehern  -  Team Alpha  -  Waylon

BP 13 (6)  W 4 (4) H 7 (7)


"It's a lucky night for somebody,"  Waylon said, pushing his chair back with one foot.  "I'm sure you have reasons for your opinion Sarah but neither I nor the rest of my clan were around to stand aside for the last fight so don't assume we will for this one.  And, just as Lobo is willing to stand up and take a round out of me for speaking out against you, so am I willing to step up and tell you that if you want to bitch slap Helen, you'll be doing it over my broken corpse."


Wednesday April 22, 4:04 am - Whitehern - Angel - Beta



BP=6/10, WP=4/4, Health= 7/7

"Are we interrupting?" Angel asked, pausing at the door.

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04am - Antigen's - Athial - Beta
BP=9/11, WP=4/4 HUM=8/8 HP=7/7

Athial made her way to the room swiftly behind Angel. Her feet shuffled a little and the noise of her kitten healed shoes was muffled by the wet swooshing noise of her former white pants rubbing together. She entered the room and gave a small curtsy "My prince, fellow counsel members." Her earlier clean put together appearance was amongst the mess of her now. The blood stained pants were the first noticeable thing wrong with the young Tremere's on somble. Her hair was ratted, her face was dirty but mainly her eyes looked exhausted.

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:03am -  Whitehern - Jareth
HP=7/7, BP=13/13 , WP=3/3, HUM=7/7

Jareth hurried up the stairs close behind Boogie. "Manners my friend manners" he spoke slyly. With a small bow he reached out and grabbed Emily's hand giving it a light kiss on top of it. He stood slowly looking at her with a smile."Jareth nice to meet you Emily."He turned his attention to the other female. He followed with a small bow and a kiss to her hand. "Please and you are?"Hes eyes gazed at Papillion's.

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:05 am.  -  Meeting Room Whitehern  - Lobo- Team Gamma

BP 13 (10) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

"That can be arranged, no Angel we were just talking about tonights events."

Lobo resumed his seat and regarded Antigen.

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04am -  Whitehern - Papillion

Papillion looked around the meeting room. Had all this really only happened in one night? It wasn't possible...She wished silently that she'd had a chance to sneak off to the washroom to freshen up but again, this was neither the time nor the place. She looked down at the name tags that were once again set out. If one thing could be said for Antigen it was that he was organized even in a time of crisis. As she made her way to her seat she put a hand on Waylon's head, ruffling the petite Toreador's hair on her way past, giving him a 'look at us, we survived!' grin before taking her place at the table. The ruffle probably wasn't all that wanted especially considering the kindred looked about ready to start a fight with the Gangrels, but Papillion needed to be sure he was in fact there, the Toreador's had lived to tell the tale. Oh goodness it felt good to sit down, the girl practically melted into the wood of the chair.


Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04am -  Whitehern - Calvin

Calvin gasped as the German Shepard jumped up in an attempt to lick his face. "Down Cash!" He laughed, the noise seemed to come out naturally and felt good, momentarily distracting him from the nerves of having to go see the Prince. His attention was moved when the dog was back on all fours, to his red headed owner who proclaimed aloud, what he'd been feeling all night.
"It'll be okay." Calvin said quietly.
"You'll get out of there and think, why was I ever scared?" The dark haired boy said with a reassuring smile as they headed into the mouth of the beast. Whitehern was just as beautiful inside as it was out. Oh boy. He just hoped he could believe his own words. He went back to silent mode though he found himself walking on the free side of Cash, the friendly canine seeming to be the only comfort in this situation. Or maybe it was the  Gangrel, who looked as young and scared as he did. For the briefest of moments he wondered how old she was actually. They shared the curse of looking forever youthful, women didn't know what they were asking for, with their age defying creams and the like. Soon enough he realized he was getting off topic as Chantal lead them deeper into the beautiful building.

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22, 4:04 am - Whitehern - Angel - Beta

BP=6/10, WP=4/4, Health= 7/7

"In that case, should I make my report now?"  It seemed that Lobo and Waylon, each occupying the usual place of their clan elder were just short of coming to blows.  The Gangrel has almost a foot of height advantage.  What made the little Toreador think he stood a chance?  He had announced earlier his intent to show that his clan was not bereft of fighting ability but taking on the self proclaimed Bruce Trail runner was not the best way to do it.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22, 4:04 am - Whitehern -

"Waylon and Sarah Please sit down. This is not the time for this." Antigen replied his voice even and calm as if the tension in the room were a figment of everyones imagination. "Please Angel inform of of what you and your group encountered."

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 4:04am - Antigen's - Athial - Beta
BP=9/11, WP=4/4 HUM=8/8 HP=7/7

Athial slid her way from behind Angel.  She forced a small smile to then as she touched Angel's shoulder gently before making her way to the opposite side of the table.Her eyes darted around the table noting all faces were accounted for. She watched Angel carefully from the other side of the table ready to pounce at him at a moments notice. The limo indicated guests and the Chaz situation should be one discussed privately. If it got headed towards the detail which haunted her mind she would silence it.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22, 4:05 am - Whitehern - Chantal

Chantal finally led the group of Kindred down the long flight of stairs that led to the basement. Before them loomed a heavy set of dark walnut double doors that were ornately carved in a medieval style depicting the garden of eden.

"One moment while I see if the Prince is ready to admit you ladies and gentlemen." Chantal whispered as she pushed open one of the heavy doors and slipped inside. She noted as soon as she entered the room that Angelo was speaking to the group about a report in the city. Silently she waited for him to finish.