Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - Whitehern - Fia

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

"His skin was light. I don't think he had an accent. All I heard was him howling about how he killed my friends," Fia rubbed her temples, "He creeped the fuck out of me. That stands out pretty clear in my mind." Fia sighed, digging at the blood spot.

"I have to go wash my hands now. I'll be back," she mumbled as she stood and went towards the door.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 23nd,  12am-  Whitehern  -   Mark

With the group gathered inside it was Mark that stopped everyone from going back down stairs the Venture Elder looked at the entire group an unreadble look on his face as he scanned the crowd and noted that not all the kindred were present, he didn't waste time. "Which of you have decided to go to Dundas? Stand on the left side the lobby. For those of you that are staying behind I want you on the right. No arguing,just do it."

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

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

Waylon just nodded.  He had done his best with what she had given him but he doubted it would be enough.  Fia just hadn't seen enough and no one would blame her for producing such a generic picture.  Dee, on the other hand, would have been able to serve as a star witness.  Antigen, you will not be pleased by one of these pictures.....

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:00 am - Whitehern - Angel


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

Angel nodded to Mark and moved to stand on the left side of the lobby.  He wasn't going to offer his opinion as to who should go and who should stay.  In the end, it didn't matter.  If he wasn't in charge of the assault, he was convinced that more than half the group would not return.  No Brujah or Gangrel had the icy cold Ventrue blood, coupled with the burning Italian passion that would be required to do battle with the Sabbat.

I just hope Antigen sees the truth and does what needs to be done....
 

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:00 am - Whitehern - Hearst


Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7


Hearst moved eagerly to the left side of the lobby.  In his mind relishing the  thought of a challenging fight with  some sabbatt  scum sucking  fool who thought he could win.  Not really caring who was in charge of which  one any longer   for to hwearst it seemed like there would be  action in both spots.  The challenge  was going to be  going to one spot  and dealing  with it  fast enough to get back and have  some of the fun in  the second spot.  Thinking to himself  hmm  this really  could be a challenge  all right finally a challenge in this  city..

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 23rd, 12:00 am.  - Vic - Whitehern

BP 12 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)

Despite the pain in his leg Vic strode confidently to the right side of the room, the politics - typical between Brujah and Ventrue - was unimportant, Vic knew where he had to be.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Antigen

"It is non negotiable. You have been told what our terms are. Failure to comply means we will see every last one of you die." Antigen replied into a walkie talkie as he headed from upstairs into the main foyer.

A harsh baying sound came over the radio. Mocking laughter. "Pity. I don't see that as an issue. You see you guys are all fucking pussies. The way I see it we took out 4 of your guys and didn't break a sweat. We will just pick you off one by one and I think us having Dundas and Stoneycreek as being Sabbat Turf was generous. It still gives you Hamilton."

"You mock and insult us. You're either daft or insane." Antigen replied. "It would be far more entertaining to have these talks in person but you and your kind are far too cowardly to do that."

"I have to tell you whether you like it or not your city will belong to us by the end of the week. You think you have it bad now just wait until later. We're just warming up. The nosferatu we found let me tell you he cried and begged for his life like a little bitch. Maybe we can send you a memento to remember him by. I think we still have his head somewhere." Came the amused and gruff voice off the end of the walkie talkie. "You might change your mind over letting us have what we want. We have one of yours still.  Shes still alive but that depends on you doing what we want. Right now my boys are playing pass the Chink and let me tell you they aint been with a lady in sometime. If you want her back you will keep your people out of Dundas and Stoneycreek for the next two nights."

"Let me think about your request." Antigen replied as he walked into the lobby.

"You don't got all night baby."

Antigen looked to the assembled group "Which of you are going to Dundas. Be aware that the Sabbat are looking to pick a fight. It seems that they picked up Omegas walkie talkie and have been very talkative tonight. I've had no confirmation on them having an actual hostage since they wont put Xioaquing on the radio which leads me to believe that she is dead. They seem very confident about being able to take on whoever goes into Dundas and I can only ask that you exercise extreme care when you go there. They've had a taste of blood and they are eager for more."

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am - Whitehern - Hearst

bp13/13  wp5/5  hp 7/7

With an eagerness that is impossible to hide any longer  Hearts  replies, " Then my prince let us go  and feed them  some of their own   we shall  drain their blood and  take their heads   so that  they  can cook in the dawning sun.  let us  move onto  them and sow them  the  mistake they have made." Hearst pauses slightly  to ring  his hands and flex a bit of muscle then continues, " If any of ours  are still alive we shall  bring them  home to hamilton.  if they not  be alive then we sahll make  these sabbatt cowards suffer all that much more."  growling  now  in a full battle ready voice, "I am going to dundas, my prince,  who is coming with me let us make  our enemies suffer  and die  as a cockroach under our heels. Let  us remind them that they are  maggotts  to be stepped on. Let us show  the might  of  Hamilton."

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 pm.- 12:00 am.  - Whitehern Garage  - Boogie - Team Gamma

HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

Boogie continued to look through the garage slightly impressed with the warlocks choice of rides; a Harley, '91 candy apple red dodge stealth, and a '39 Mercury Convertible in midnight blue; not the usual toys suits like to pose with. Boogie opened the glove compartment of the Merc and found what he has looking for, a map of the Hamilton area, spreading it on the hood it only took a couple of seconds to trace a route along King St. with a slight turn on Cootes Dr. to Sydenham St. the map even had points of interest listed on it, including three on the Bruce trail near Sydenham, Lower, Middle and the main Sydenham Falls each farther in from the Sydenham Bruce trail access point Landmarks even I can follow. Looking over at the Harley, No sense risking my ride slipping the map into his pocket Boogie proceeded to start the bike one minute twenty four seconds not my fastest but not bad


OCC Repair 2 specialized in motorcycle

[LadyJallyn]

OCC: You do manage to successfully hotwire the bike much to my dismay. LOL

[Krys]

Thursday April 232nd, 12:02pm - Whitehern - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4

Jareth couldn't help but feel drawn to Angel as he spoke. His words seeming to pierced him to his very core. He knew knew his duty was to stay behind now far more than ever. When Iggy and Angel began to go at it Jareth forced himself not to grin at the mini soap opera unfolding. When Chantal had popped out Jareth sighed "we are so in shit Antigen told us to leave quickly" he mumbled to himself as they were ushered back inside.

Having rediscussed their plan upon hearing the other man speak Jareth promptly made his way to the right side of the room.


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Thursday April 23nd, 12:02pm - Whitehern - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 10/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4

Athial listened as everyone bickered her eyes bouncing to and fro. When Chantal emerged out she jumped a little and began to make her way inside with everyone else when it seemed to hit her. The entire time she was starring at faces there was one she didn't seem to see. She stopped on the doorstep watching the faces that entered and who was left behind her. She frowned slightly ''Oh Lobo why'd you just run off?!" before turning back inside. She heard the words spoken but seemed to be frozen in place in the center of the dividing groups. She looked to Des and then to the mask in her hand. She didn't want to leave her friend but the other side was calling her. Her feet hesitated to move but before she could finish thinking it threw completely her body already made the call for her. She stood unsure of her decision on the left.

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:55 - April 23rd 12.01 PM.  - Whitehern backyard- Lobo-

BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

Lobo slunk through the back yard.  A leap to the roof and the gazebo and out onto the roof of Antigen's garage. 

An engine turning over alerted Lobo he wasn't alone.  From his vantage point on the roof Lobo leaned over and looked in.  There was Will with Antigen's Harley purring nicely. 

"Boogie, If your still heading to Dundas, you could help by offering me a ride.  I have a plan how we might get us in and out alive - or at least increase our odds."

Lobo flipped off the garage roof and stood facing the Brujah, waiting for an answer.

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 23rd, 12:01 am.  - Whitehern Garage  - Boogie

HP=7/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

A smile slowly broke across Boogie's face "Hey bro, I knew you couldn't just leave,  I'd love to have company riding into hell, I've got a map but I figure you know the area pretty good and how best to use it to our advantage. So hop on, lets get out of here, let me know where to stop."

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 23rd 12.02 - 12:25PM.  - Whitehern backyard- Lobo-

BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

Lobo hopped onto the rear of the bike.  Shortly the two were on the road headed for Dundas.  Ten minutes later the two were heading up a back street of Westdale.  Lobo guided Will to the Westdale access to the Bruce Trail. 

The trail here was wide enough for the Harley to negotiate, except for the occasionally protruding root.  Soon the two Kindred were nearing the Dundas portion of the Bruce.  Going a bit further on bike, Lobo singled a halt.  As the bike stopped Lobo estimated they were about ten minutes on foot to the end of the trail.

"Okay Boogie, best to continue on foot.  Even tuned as well as Antigen keeps his bike, it just isn't quiet enough for a rear entrance." 

Lobo got off the bike adjusted his eyes for the growing darkness.

OCC -1 BP for 'red eyes'  BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) H 7(7)

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:58 pm  - Whitehern - Delta Force - Waylon

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

Waylon looked at Dee.  "You don't look like you're nodding off,"  he said.  "feel like taking another bash or has your brain turned to mush?"  He turned his chair around and showed her the latest sketch of her vampire.  "Is the nose still wrong?"

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 12am  - Whitehern - Dee

Dee remained silent as she studied the picture. It was hard to try and recall now. The more she looked at the picture the less sure she was. "I don't think quite like that. He sorta looked more like he coulda been a model its hard to describe. But I do remember he was clean shaven and he had nice hair to match his eyes. Not the color just that pretty much everything about him gave you pause to look at if you like them sorta pretty boyish.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:01 am  - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon

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

Waylon reached out to stroke Dee's hair.  "Just relax. It isn't a photograph so It won't be absolutely perfect, even if the subject is close to being Mr Perfect.  Did he have that gleam in his eye that said 'Yeah, I know you want me.  Stand in line'?" He chuckled.  It was a warm sound.  "I really hate guys like that.  Not only do they think they're all that and a bag of chips, they actually are all that and a bag of chips. I think it is one of life's delicious little ironies that he will never be able to see his own face unless somebody draws or paints him."

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am  - Whitehern - Dee

Dee closed her eyes as she felt the blush but let him stroke her hair in an attempt to comfort. Truth be told she was exhausted but she didn't want to miss out on any of the action.  She opened her stony grey eyes and looked up at him. "He didn't act like that really. Just he was confident. You could tell cause of his body language it was his posture and what not. Maybe thin out the nose a bit more. If I had some fashion magazine or access to the internet I'd likely beable to pick out the features a bit more. But since I've been asked to stay in this room thats going to be hard to do. I'm sorry."

[Numenya]

Thursday April 23rd, ~12:05 am. Whitehern – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12,   HP 7/7,   H 4/4,   SC 2/2,   WP 6/6
Wolf: +1 to physical attributes, -1 to manipulation, increased perception, bite/claw

*A night for the madmen….* Tamara thought as she clenched her fists, staying right in the middle of the room where they all were. This was the perfect scenery for chaos and for the Sabbat to win whatever they wanted: A broken group, no direction, leadership nor sense of purpose; egos and petty squabbles, speeches and no plans. Where did each of them wanted to go? AGAIN! What was this, playtime in a schola? For a few minutes she had been relieved, even enthusiastic when Angel had seemed to take control. It was seldom –quite rare indeed– that she could feel at ease with someone taking charge without her knowing every detail, and she had felt that. So far her instinct had never failed her. He could’ve done great things, but now? This Mark guy?

The gypsy had followed most of the group at Chantal’s instructions, noticing though how not everyone had come inside. Why was Lobo not here? Did he know what had happened to Sarah? Too many questions, not enough answers.

“Sarah Langtree. Is she alive and free?” she asked the Ventrue elder instead of moving to either side. He had said no arguing… Tamara was not one to cause uproar for free but not a puppet either. She had vowed her knives to the Gangrel elder, not to the others and knowing if they had a leader was a key point as to what would the small gypsy be doing the rest of the night. Especially now that the second in their clan was missing too.
 

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 232nd, 12:05- 12:08pm - Whitehern - Anitgen

Antigen watched as the room parted to either the left or right side. "Sarah is on her way here when we last spoke. It is likely she will be here any moment Tamara." Antigen answered the new Gangrel. "Before you go it would be in everyone's best interests to listen to what I've discovered. Some of you have brought prisoners. Though tests I have learned several things about our Sabbat infiltrators." The Prince replied.  I have learned that one of the war party is a Lasombra but I cannot determine his generation. Within his party there is also a Gangrel that is 8th generation, We are also dealing with a 11th generation Setite and there is Also a 11th generation Samedi amongst their ranks.  There could be more but from the kindred prisoners that were brought fourth that is what I have learned. Be warned however they have already diablorized likely two of our fallen brethren so they might be stronger now. For those of you that are staying here in Hamilton I think it wise to fortify the downtown core. They have insisted that we do not stray into Dundas or Stoney creek for the night. It may well be that they are not in Stoney Creek but hoping that we deploy most of our units to those two specified places to keep our man power away from their true intended target. They can do the most amount of harm and damage in the down town core since that is where there are the most amount of Kine."

Antigen's eyes swept the crowd it was at that time that Sarah the head of the Gangrels entered the foyer bloodied and looking sullen. "Scott, Cera, Kaspar, and Emily we pulled out our Clan leaders in Burlington but to keep the good faith I want you to go to Burlington to assist them.  Fight as a group but don't do anything to endanger yourselves. We have our own fight here that needs to be fought and I want you to all come back in one piece. You can all leave immediately."

Scott tried to not looked pissed off at being cut out of the action. He had really wanted to go into Dundas to kick some Sabbat ass.

"Donna I want you here to oversee things downtown security wise.  Sarah thank you for arriving in time this evening you will assist Donna with the downtown Security along with the those that have chosen to defend our home town. David I want you to take the others into Dundas and find the Sabbat group that was last spotted on the Bruce Trail. Spider I need you to stay behind to collect info and help relay information and Hellen I have an important task for you. I have a Sabbat war soldier that is a Brujah down in my basement that could use your persuasive charms to get him to speak up some can I count on you to get what I need out of him?"

The head of the clan Toreador smiled widely and offered the prince a formal curtsy. "It would be an honor and a Privilege my Prince. I shall work extra hard to make sure you have results tonight just lead the way to where this Brujah scum is and I will get to work."

"He is down stairs Chantal will take you to him." Antigen replied and he watched as Chantal motioned for Hellen to follow her and the two exited the room. "Are there any more questions?"

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:01 am  - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon

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

Waylon chuckled.  "Oh ye of little faith,"  he said.  "If there isn't wireless internet in this place, I'd be astonished.  And if all else fails, I'm sure we could raid Chantal's stash of Playgirl.  We will find a way, Dee.  We will find a way."  He picked up the intercom phone and dialed zero.  One of the household staff would answer and hopefully before too long Dee would have a laptop to play on.  "You're getting flushed,"  he siad while he waited.  "Feeling alright?"

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Angel


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

Sweet Mary, Mother of God, he's sending us into Dundas with a Malkavian at the head.  We're all going to die....

Angel shuddered slightly.  Not only were they following a Kook, it was a midget Kook, a veritable Napoleon.  He wouldn't have been surprised to learn that the little man actually thought he was the Corsican Emperor, either reincarnated or somehow still alive.  He'd seen the man's temper at one of the previous meetings.  He wasn't sure if a temperamental Malkavian was a step up or down from an insane Brujah or a Gangrel suffering from Toreadoresque pique.  The clans were beginning to mix and mingle in ways that hurt his head.

Still the little bugger came back from Burlington in one piece, when Donna came back with a missing arm.  Maybe he will be able to bring us back. 

"I have no questions," he said.  "David, I'm driving a 4 x 4 tonight, so I've got space for four and capacity to go off road.  The bed has a cover, in case we need to bring anything back, if you know what I mean."
 

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am - Whitehern - Hearst


Blood Pool= 13/13 Willpower=5/5, Health=7/7

"my only  question is why are we still here  those of us that are headed  to dundas   to  kick some  sabbat  ass  let's go.  david you  are leading us  ,  lead on shall  we  begin  our  educating the sabbatt  about where   they shold not be  and who they should not threaten.  Let's walk into hell';s door  and light the fire's  and  watch  them burn," Hearst replied with an eagerness now bordering on frustration    at   the  time  this  is all taking, " there is a challenge that waits us in  dundas  and a further challenge of dispatching the  scum   there  and getting back here to  have  some fun   here  as well.  Angel if you have the space  and  are open to having  me   with you i shall ride  into the depths of hell  along side you."  hearst  checkes  both  shtoguns and both tangs  and the  cane  making sure all weapons are battle  ready  and has enough ammo for the shotguns.

[Summyr]

Thursday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3


Rory stood on the left side nervously, Cash sitting quietly at her feet. She'd dragged her Malkavian friend into the room when Chantal had first called them inside, but was suprised and disappointed to find Calvin standing on the far right. It made the Gangrel question her own decision, especially as Antigen emphasized the probability of a wild goose chase. At this point her only concerns were preventing more from getting hurt and saving her stolen clan-mate. It was hard to decide which cause was more important. Or worse, which one would be successful.

Nervously she raised her hand. "Actually..." she mumbled at first, but then cleared her throat and spoke up, "What should we do if... one of us frenzies in the middle of our attack? Is there any sort of precaution we should be taking?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Wednesday April 22nd, 11:57 - 12:01pm - Whitehern - Fia

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

As Fia left the room, she could hear the hubbub coming from downstairs. She ignored it, and found the bathroom. Turning on the tap, she looked at herself in the mirror. She could see why Waylon looked at her the way he did. Her eyes even freaked her out. Her face was streaked with blood.

My blood and Babadora's...

She scrubbed at her face with the little tacky hotel soaps left in the tray, until it was raw. Her hands were sore by the time she finished. As she made her way back to the room, she paused. There were still voices arguing from downstairs. Fia shook her head, not wanting to get involved in more crap. She went back into the room.