Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:49pm - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Fia bowed and left the room. She found Chantal and followed her up to the room where Waylon was. She paused for a moment after Chantal left her in the hall to recall the face that ripped apart her world. She knocked tentatively, and waited.

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50pm - Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4

Jareth nodded to Antigen and exited the room following the others upstairs. as they approached the main entrance he noted Des and Athial making their way back to the main hall. "All out side and be quick about it please I have our orders." He blinked to the one known as Calvin. He seemed to be acting strange but which malkvian didn't. He headed for the door and to his surprise found everyone still congregating trying to decide what to to.

"Everyone a moment please. I just came from Antigen's presence. Please split into the two teams your leaders decided. One half will be going to the trail the other into the downtown core. He wants to make sure that a tracker or two is with the trail team as well. For the location Fia disclosed was Eastbound toward a place called Greensville. Up past Sydenham, a kilometer or two in. Ummm ya He wants us to disperse quickly as possible cuz all of us out here ya kinda drawing attention. All I have to relay."
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Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4

Athial and Des checked the mansion for any sign of fowl entry. Much to her relief there was none and headed back downstairs to the main lobby area where she saw Jareth covered in blood. He spoke and Athial listened hearing that there was word from Antigen she headed back outside still clutching on to the mask Lobo had given her. She felt a lump form in her throat and was unsure about teams being split but if they needed tracking she would be suited for it well. She stood nervously awaiting for someone to say something.

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:47pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds

Calvin gasped in sharply as the red head swung open the door he'd been wrestling with himself to open. Daniel being around didn't help his nerves any, though Rory was a comfort and inside his chest swelled slightly at the sight of her, he couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp and step back, one step too far tumbling backward off the stoop. He seemed to spend a lot of time on the ground when Daniel was around...He got up, thoroughly embarrassed, dusting off the over sized black hoody he wore as a coat. Besides his bruised ego he was no worse for the wear.
"Hey Rory." He said trying to act cool even after that. Act like he hadn't been waffling on the steps for the passed twenty minutes trying to decide if he was going in or just leaving, letting Hamilton to those who could defend it properly and wouldn't be putting their teammates in danger. Act like she hadn't been one of the things keeping him on that stoop though he'd only exchanged maybe five words with her. He realized his body might be that of a teenager, but really, did he have to act like one? He forced his blue eyes to meet her green ones, eye contact was important...
Oh god Daniel for once in your life behave...Please...

[Summyr]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3

"Omigosh, are you okay!?" Rory exclaimed as the Malkavian fell off the stoop. Her worry quickly vanished as Calvin quickly recovered and she couldn't help but suppress a small giggle.

Cash broke out in loud, booming barks again, as startled as either of the Kindred. Rory hushed him impatiently, almost embarrassed by his behavior.

"How have you, uh... Been holding up, Cal?" the ginger Kindred asked, a shadow of her goofy smile returning to her face. There was a hint of sadness about it, but it was only for the worry still strong in her heart. Rory was perfectly aware that she was acting childish, like a teenage girl. It was hard not to notice. But with everything going down-hill around her, the Gangrel was open to the moment of semi-normalcy.

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds

"What'samatter boy?" Calvin said with a smile breaking out over his features as he knelt to hold his palm out to the rambunctious mutt. Only petting him once Cash signaled he was alright with it. He looked up at Rory from his kneeling position. "Things have been..." His eyes darted to Daniel, who was now, as always, ever present. "Holding up well enough. With things how they are."

The brunette was being remarkably quiet...Which worried Calvin more than when he was making obscene comments. He figured he was waiting, judging, which was never a good thing. If Daniel disapproved, he didn't want to have to push Rory away to keep her safe. Though internally he chided himself for that selfish thought, if Daniel disapproved her safety was far more important than his little crush.
"How about you?" 

[Summyr]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:48pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3

The dog warily sniffed his palm. Almost immediately he recognized his scent and began licking his hand happily. Rory grinned. Edward had been bad with animals, but even in being a kindred, Cash enjoyed Calvin's company. 'Dammit, why am I comparing Calvin to... him...?' she thought, mentally scolding herself. Of course she was open to relaxing in an attempt to forget her situation, but did she really have to lose all her guard?

"Not too bad. A little nervous..." she admitted with a side-glance and a shrug, "But things could be worse I guess, right?"

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:49pm - Whitehern - Calvin - The Left Behinds

Calvin gave Cash another quick ruffling before standing up, returning to Rory's level, dusting off his hands from where they'd touched the ground and smiled reassuringly at her.
"It'll be alright." He said though he didn't know what he was really reassuring.

"So. Cal. Whose this? A frieeend?" Daniel spoke up finally. Circling the ginger girl, Calvin's eyes followed him nervously.
The brunette tilted his head when he'd come around back of her. "Nice ass. I like that." He smirked
"She's not bad. I'd do her!" Daniel said with a grin, leaning in near the nape of her neck, without touching the girl, breathing in deeply. Sniffing her.

Calvin's eyes widened, and he bit hard on his lip. He was about to make an outburst, telling Daniel to get away but then again remembered it was only him who could see him. But before that Daniel straightened up again. The green eyed figment grinned.
"Smells good too...Pretty nice. Minus the dog. Actually...I really don't like him at all...Kinda mangy...What if he has fleas? Hey if a flea bites you does it become a minion of the undead?"

"Daniel. Shut UP!" Calvin said, again through gritted teeth trying to hide the words in a cough.

"You should get that cough checked out ol' pal. I thought vampires didn't get sick."

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50-11:52 pm - Whitehern -   Team Beta - Angel

Blood Pool=8/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3

Looks like I'm going to have to organize this or they'll all get themselves killed.  

One BP spent for Awe  BP 7/11  One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4

"Lobo, Will, I assume I'm not going to be able to stop either of you from going, so you're going to form the core of the strike team," Angel began.  "I want you both to pick a sneak scout and an aura seer.  If we go in blind, we come back dead.  Your best bet for seers are the Toreador and Tremere.  Your best bet for sneaks are the Malkavians and the Nosferatu.  Pick carefully because we don't have many.  I know everybody wants to go but if we just go charging in, we'll all die.  This is is what they want.  They want us to respond with anger and come in looking for revenge.  Well, revenge is a dish best served cold.  We'll be responding but it is going to be with a plan."


One BP spent for Awe  BP 7/11  One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4

He looked at the assembled Kindred and moved up the steps so that they could all see him.  
"Our advantage is that we know our powers.  With the exception of their leaders, the Sabbat have nothing but brute force to work with.  We need to bleed them, force them to use their blood until they turn on each other and then they will be ours for the picking.  And then..."  Angel ground his hand into his fist.  "We crush them.  We destroy them.  We send a message to the Sabbat that Hamilton is not available for occupation and anyone who tries will be sent to Hell with a stake in their hearts.  We will make them pay for what they have done tonight and they will learn that we are not just a collection of six separate clans.  We are Hamilton and together we are as strong and as tough as steel.  To harm one is to draw the righteous anger of all."

[Summyr]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51pm - Whitehern - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3

Rory gave a gentle smile as she was comforted by him again.

Cash stayed by Calvin's side now, panting happily and looking up at him, completely unaware of the imaginary figment talking so negatively about his mutt-like appearance.

Suddenly, Calvin's eyes widened and he bit his lip. A look of concern flashed across her face that only increased as he seemed to cough something. "Are.. Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry, "You look a little like you've seen a ghost or somthin'."

Suddenly, Angel interupted their short-lived conversation as he walked up the steps. Rory gave a small glance toward Cal before deciding to back away a bit and listen, motioning for him and her canine to stand beside her.

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)  

"Come on in,"  Waylon called.  He was expecting Antigen to come along at some point and turned to greet the Prince.  "So far so good," he said as he turned.  "She's got a good-" he stopped.  "Oh.  I was expecting Antigen."  

He certainly hadn't been expecting the Diablorist.  His eyes flicked to his bag.  It contained his gi but more importantly, it contained the night sticks, a couple of stakes and the stolen police pistol.  It was uncomfortably out of reach and the zipper was closed.  "I'm not sure how we're going to do this," he said carefully.   "I'm assuming that the two pictures are of equal priority.  Do you want to wait until I'm done with Dee or do you want to try to do this at the same time?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

She pushed the door open to see Dee and Waylon in the room.

"Trying to draw two pictures at once might be a little confusing," she looked at him through her lashes, "I'll wait."

She took a chair from across the room and brought it to the side of the bed, next to Dee, "So, what have you got so far for your baddie?"

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

The suggestion that he couldn't multitask as an artist offended Waylon to the core.  "Honey, I can handle up to five paintings at the same time.  Park your ass up there and we'll see how well I handle confusion."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:51 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Fia felt the stirrings of the transient in her mind, "How about you can the attitude, princess. I've had about enough fucking drama for one night. I was talking about getting the memory messed up, especially if it's not the same dude."

Toreadors... You'd be best to pull the paintbrush out of your ass.

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

"Don't call me 'Princess',"  Waylon said.  "I've got a lot more ammunition than you do when it comes to name calling.  If you're that worried about it, go read a book, so you won't get your description mixed up with the one Dee is giving me.  If you're worried that the guy you saw is the same one, I have one question for you.  How big was he?" 

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Six feet or so. He looked like snape on crack."

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

"So he was tall but not particularly solid," Angel said, the image starting to form in his mind resembling Alice Cooper far more than Alan Rickman.  "Sorry Fia, it's a different vampire.  Dee's boy wasn't even close to six feet.  Do you want to wait or will you help me save time and do them both at the same time?" 

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:52 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Now is fine. Whatever saves time. What do you need to know?"

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

"We'll start with what you noticed most," Waylon said, roughing out a quick scarecrow.  "He looked cracked out and he was six feet tall.  Did you notice hair colour?  Was he wearing a coat?" 

Whereas Dee had taken the time to take a good look, Fia's view of her vampire had been fleeting at best, in the dark while under attack.  He could draw a cracked out John Travolta and she'd agree to the likeness.  He couldn't let her see the sketch until he was sure he couldn't get any more information out of her.

"Dee, take a look at this sketch and tell me what's wrong with it,"  Waylon said, handing the girl the sketch pad.  "I can't let you see yours, Fia.  My interpretation might affect your memory."

[original icefire]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30pm - Devils Punch Bowl- Hearst - Team Alpha

"Well Scott,  I shall of course go  wherever i am needed the most," Hearst said aloud, "i would relish the opportunity to battle along side  of  one such as you/  I would love to make them pay those that thought  they could attack some of ours  and walk away unscathed. When we are done thy will be begging for the  middday sun   for it will cause them less pain.  However   i could stay behind and  also consider it an honor  to  aid in the protection of  this city that i now call home. If it  be my preference then i would choose to venture with you into Dundas  for i loathe  waiting for things to happen  imuch prefer to  be  where the action wwe know is   rather then wait and hope for a challenge, So let's head for dundas.

bp 13/13 wp 5/5 hp 7/7

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

She closed her eyes and went back to the Trail in her head. She went over the minutes up to the part where Xiaoqing was killed.

"Early to mid thirties. He had dark hair, shoulder length. Wavy, but like greasy wavy. Dark eyes, leather jacket. He wasn't really buff, either. Square cut jaw, high cheek bones. Wide mouth and wide set eyes," she wasn't surprised with the amount she could recall. She always had a good memory.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 pm  - Whitehern - Dee

Dee had been silent as the rather handsome woman entered the room. Her first thought was that she was strong amazonian like. Her eyes were a rather eerie shade of yellow and looked almost wolf like.

For a fleeting second she was disappointing to have the woman join them. She had been enjoying the time with the cute redhead.  But after the comments that had been tossed in Waylons direction she didn't feel so on edge or uncomfortable.

She looked up at Waylon as he called her name. Really it wasn't so much as a looking as being jolted from her thoughts. She had been enjoying just sitting and watching him sketch. There was something peaceful and serene about it but at the same time there was an intense concentration. More than once she had been tempted to reach out and brush back a stray strand of that long silky hair...

She took the picture and looked at it... His lips were fuller and his cheekbones more pronounced.  And the nose is too I dunno... It didn't look like that but you got the eyes dead on for a pencil sketch. But I guess I did go on about them quite a bit. Its just something I tend to notice is eyes. And well his did stand out... Not like hers," Dee replied nodding in Fia's direction "but I have to admit those are funky contacts."

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

BP12 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)  

"Sunken hungry cheeks or hatchet faced?" Waylon asked, his charcoal flying.  "Stringy greasy or dreadlocks greasy?  Waist length jacket or longer?"  His questions were likely coming too fast for the blood soaked Gangrel but he was in the groove and his Muse wasn't going to wait for Fia.  He turned back to Dee.

"Fuller lips and more pronounced cheekbones,"  Waylon echoed, making a few quick marks to thicken the lips and increase the angle on the cheekbones.  "Looks like our boy is Spanish, which gives me an idea for the nose.  A little more hawklike?"  He made the nose sharper.  "Like that?"

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:30 - 11:50pm - enroute to Whitehern- Scott- Team Alpha

"Sounds good to me Bro. We can leave the ladies and Kaspar to keep any eye on the town while we go kick some ass. My way of looking at it if theres only a hadn full of em no sinse in us talking three people. Still we can check in at Whitehern I don't want the Prince pissing in my cornflakes cause I didn't check in. You will learn that about him. He pretty much lets you do what you want as long as you let him know whats up."

Scott pulled into the parking lot at Whitehern for 11:50 and Scott noticed the crowd of people out front of Antigens haven He noticed that the Suit known as Angel was standing on the steps and was just starting to speak...

[Maxx]

OOC: Reposted as per request...

And forgot to mention  One BP spent during trip to heal 1 HP

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:50-11:52 pm - Whitehern -   Team Beta - Angel


Blood Pool=8/11 Willpower=4/4, Health=6/7 Humanity 6/6 Self Control 3/3


Looks like I'm going to have to organize this or they'll all get themselves killed. 

OOC: One BP spent for Awe  BP 7/11  One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4

"Lobo, Will, I assume I'm not going to be able to stop either of you from going, so you're going to form the core of the strike team," Angel began.  "I want you both to pick a sneak scout and an aura seer.  If we go in blind, we come back dead.  Your best bet for seers are the Toreador and Tremere.  Your best bet for sneaks are the Malkavians and the Nosferatu.  Pick carefully because we don't have many.  I know everybody wants to go but if we just go charging in, we'll all die.  This is is what they want.  They want us to respond with anger and come in looking for revenge.  Well, revenge is a dish best served cold.  We'll be responding but it is going to be with a plan."


One BP spent for Awe  BP 7/11  One WP spent for Automatic Success WP 3/4

He looked at the assembled Kindred and moved up the steps so that they could all see him. 
"Our advantage is that we know our powers.  With the exception of their leaders, the Sabbat have nothing but brute force to work with.  We need to bleed them, force them to use their blood until they turn on each other and then they will be ours for the picking.  And then..."  Angel ground his hand into his fist.  "We crush them.  We destroy them.  We send a message to the Sabbat that Hamilton is not available for occupation and anyone who tries will be sent to Hell with a stake in their hearts.  We will make them pay for what they have done tonight and they will learn that we are not just a collection of six separate clans.  We are Hamilton and together we are as strong and as tough as steel.  To harm one is to draw the righteous anger of all."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:53 - Whitehern - Fia - Team Omega

Health= 7/7 BP=6/12, WP=3/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Sunken, stringy and it came to about his thigh," she answered quickly. When Dee mentioned her eyes, she felt a pang. "Ummm... Thanks, but they aren't contacts."