Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Calvin

When Angel had started talking it had been like all the worst times with Daniel, the moment his mouth opened the dark haired Malkavian found himself nodding and thinking 'Oh, well that makes sense.' Daniel hadn't even been a thought in his head while Angel talked though the brunette had stood next to him invisible and silent. The only brief second when he questioned Angel was when he said Rory should go, he should stay. It was amazing how quickly he'd grown attached to the Gangrel and her canine companion. But in the end Angel's presence won out and he didn't even open his mouth to lodge complaint. When the hall was beginning to split however he felt it worse, seeing the ginger girl on the other side of the room, maybe this was better, kept her away from Daniel anyway...Daniel. He had to tell whoever was in charge of the left behinds about him, as much as he loathed doing so, it was for the benefit of everyone.

Wednesday April 22nd, 12:08pm - Whitehern - Papillion

The ballerina stood to the right of the lobby as Angel had instructed her to be a stay behind and as such she would. She watched as the people split and chattered and was silently disappointed she wouldn't get to go out to Dundas. She looked over the heads of those in the lobby, trying to spot Fia, hoping she'd emerged, every since she'd heard the news she'd been putting little crescent shaped indents in her palms from clenching and un-clenching her fists with worry.

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

BP 12 (11)  W 5 (3) H 7 (7)

Iggy was pleased to see that Antigen could still make sound decisions.  Looking at Angel from his central position having picked neither a left or right wall, the Brujah exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke in the Venture's direction, "Non l'è buono vedere la saggezza vittoriosa sopra stesso la giustizia ancora una volta, la mia Angel di amico."

translation : "Is it not good to see wisdom victorious over self righteousness once again, my friend Angel."

Iggy returned to his cold survey of the room.   

[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

Angel's head swung around to look at the Brujah who seemed content to remain in the middle of the room.  "Parla lí la molto voce di stesso-giustizia. Vedo che lei non ha potuto scegliere. Merde o scende dalla pentola, Iggy. Stare dietro e piangere il caduto o venire avanti e vedere per te stesso."

'There speaks the very voice of self-righteousness.  I see you haven't been able to choose.  Shit or get off the pot, Iggy.  Stay behind and mourn the fallen or come along and see for yourself.'

OOC:  Don't forget to change your time/date stamp.  After midnight, it becomes Thursday the 23rd....

[Numenya]

Thursday April 23rd, ~12:08 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

“Sarah…” Tamara greeted her with a slight bow of her head, taking in her bloodied appearance without much concern. After all, she had seen more blood than she cared for along the years, and as long as you were wearing it –as opposed to giving it- things were not as bad. What draw the gypsy to the elder were her eyes. “It is good to see you among us. If I may have a word with you…” The gypsy had left the center of the room to go to the Gangrel Elder, not choosing either side but her own.

Her words were slow at the beginning, even if she didn’t quite wait for Sarah to acknowledge her. “I feel your grief for the fallen one…” she began, placing one hand over her heart the other on her knife in a traditional way and giving a moment of silence before continuing.

“I have pledged my knives to you. My vurma… my path” she rectified recalling that Sarah did not use the Rom, “is with yours, and I will dance with Martyia if it comes to it, but… this whole thing feels… I have to know.”

“What is it that we’re bargaining our lives for? A piece of land? Even more, two small spots on opposite ends of Hamilton? This seems too much, even for the Sabbat just for another hunting territory, so I want to know the truth before putting my life in the line for those who might have not been fully honest,” she said. Her voice was low, only for her to hear, and controlled, though her pose and eyes spoke volumes of how important the question was. She would go or stay as the Elder asked her to, but… what for?

There was another question in her mind and heart after Antigen had spoken; one much more troubling, but that one she could not tell her…. Not yet anyways.


OOC:  Martyia (the angel of death).

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

BP 12 (11)  W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

Iggy listened as the Venture spouted his accusations.  Iggy continued to hold up his section of the wall, enjoying his cigar. 

Iggy reached into his jacket to pull out his cell phone.  All the chest humping, his included,  had lost its interest, the lull offered an opportunity to catch up with a few people overseas. 

Iggy hand found no phone, just a SIM card.  Iggy cursed his own temper on that one.  Shit it was a brand new phone too.  Oh well, where did Antigen's girl Friday vanish too.  Iggy started to leave the room in search of Chantal or a working phone - as to  Antigen's meeting - well he'd get the Rider's Digest synopsis from some-one whether he wanted it or not.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   David

"You must be one of the New York Brujah,"  the Malkavian elder said.  "I have one piece of advice for you.  Shut up and calm down.  I for one don't want to see Hell burn, because right now, another name for Hell is Dundas. We're going to do this quietly.  Who can fight and if you can't fight, what can you do? Do?  Do? Do?  Damn!"

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   

"Well  fight i can  and will,  I am Hearst  I am Ventrue,  not Brujah,  but if in calling  me Brujah you are comparing me  to the likes of Scott i  will take it as a compliment," hearst  replied  with a smile,"As i sid i can fight,  shal we go  so i can  show you   how well against  the sabbat   or shall we waste more time  here   chatting. Seeing  hell  burn  was a figure of speach   i shall be  quiet  as soon  as i have  the   final death of   the sabbatt dripping  from my fingers." hearst begins to walk towards the door ," Which vehicle is  yours  Angel?"

bp 13/13 wp 5/5  hp 7/7 

[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

"I'm driving the black pick-up with the broken driver's window and the dent in the tailgate,"  Angel said.  "David is right.  You need to calm down. If you go into this all berserker, you not only won't come back you'll likely take a few of us with you."
 

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:01pm - Whitehern - Fia

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

"They're fighting downstairs," she started, "If we can't get along with each other, what makes us think we can..." Fia's eyes flashed to Dee. She looked to the floor.

I better watch what I say. Who knows what she's been told about 'us'.

"Are we done here? Is there anything else you need from me?" she asked Waylon.

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:09 - 12:18 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

BP 12 (11)  W 5 (3) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

After a bit of wandering Iggy was unable to locate Chantal.  But a short way in was an alcove with a phone.  Pressing buttons Iggy eventually managed to get an outside line and dialed Luke in Edinburough.  The call was answered on the third ring. 

“Hey Luke.”

“Fucking hell of a few nights here.  Hamilton is at war with the Sabbatt.”

“Well the Brujah here are trying to kick some ass but the Venture and our ball-less Tremere leader Antigen have the clans split and running around looking into old buildings.”

“War Party – a couple have formed.  One was yesterday – when our Prince sent all the clan elders to a sister city.  The other is trying to form itself right now.  It was started by a Gangrel.  I think he and one missing Brujah from New York have already left – at least they aren’t at the current meeting. “

“No, that is how war is waged in Hamilton – lip flapping.”

“Well, I best be seeing if  we're on the move yet.” 

“Nae – you’ll have to use my landline.  My cell phones are taking a beating with my temper.  Cheap plastic.”

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am.  - Vic - Whitehern

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


Vic watched everyone talking around the room noting peoples connections and points of friction, in particular; Iggy and Angel, Calvin and Rory, and Athial with Lobo's mask, when he saw Iggy walk off. After waiting a moment Vic followed, once out of sight he faded from view, and listened to Iggy's conversation...


OCC 1 BP spent on unseen

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   

"you both seem to mistake  an eagerness to make someone  pay   for a wrongdoing   for a lack of control and  anger.  I am  angry yes   at what these sabbatt  freeloaders have done in dundas  and  furious  at  what they have done to our comrades, but a good fighter and that i am  looks at  fighting   proper  mindset. I am   a good fighter a good fighter also knows the  importance of control in the  fighting  arena.  When we stop babbling here and  make our  way to   the front lines  you will  see  what i am talking about," hearst  says as  he  makes his way to  take the front passenger seat of  Angels trucks.

bp 13/13 wp 5/5  hp 7/7 

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:02 am  - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon

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

"I would have said patience but you don't seem to have much of that left,"  Waylon replied.  "If you want to tell the Prince that you're done, I'll show him what I've got.  If you think you can improve on it, then sit down and tell me what you recall. If you can't remember anything else, then we are done."  The artist shrugged.  "If you think you might be able to do better tomorrow, then we can try again tomorrow night, assuming the Prince doesn't have us doing something else."  He flipped the pages of the sketch book back.  "Is that him?"

The face was a study of brooding menace, with dark eyes and a brown furrowed in anger or hate.  He hadn't had much to work with so the Toreador had had to fill in most of the blanks not from Fia's description but from the feeling he got from her.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:09 am  - Whitehern - Antigen

Antigen looked at the group "Since there are no questions lets not waste time.  Everyone going to Dundas head out those staying behind Donna and the rest please keep vigilant watch on the down town core to make sure nothing is amiss."

With that he turned just in time for the people down stairs to hear a high pitched tortured scream.

Well at least Hellen was getting to work. He thought to himself.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:06 am  - Streets of Hamilton - Morgana Sabbat

"Really well that is indeed useful information. No we are actually pretty much in that area. You should throw that Gangrel a little bone sweetheart." Morgana replied with a chuckle.

She turned into a gas station and filled the Van and filled up the two gas cans in the back who knew when the next time she would be stopping at a gas station.

"Oh no that wont be a problem the others are here with me and I think we can manage quite well." She grinned slightly as she paid the attendant and headed back to car getting in. "Definitely. Don't worry here yes I know where Vopac is. I'll take care of that after this first thing is done then. It will be an homage to Jerry Lee Lewis I assure you. Thanks Drake you really are a doll."

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:18 am.  - Vic - Whitehern

BP 11 (13) W 5 (5) H 7(7) HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)

Vic made note of Iggy's conversation and when it was finished watched him return to the foyer where everyone else was waiting. Vic looked around and saw a set of stairs leading down with faint screams drifting up, turning away Vic also returned to the Foyer any further explorations would have to wait until later.



OCC Vic is now visible having dropped Unseen

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:08 am  - Streets of Hamilton - Sam Sabbat

Behind him the house on Tisdale was already starting to fill with flames and smoke. The black smoke began to pour out into the dark night.

Outside was the first rumble of thunder as the moon had been lost behind dark clouds. Sam felt the first drop of ran hit his hand as he slipped into the car.

He started the car up. "My task has been preformed as you wished Raphael. What do you want next?"

Sam started the vehicle and his two accomplices jumped in. "We could do that if you see that as fit. I still think this might be a little over the top. Almost a scorched earth policy even."

Sam started to drive as he listened intently. "Its not a complaint its an observation. I do understand it serves a purpose but we are a small team and it would be a shame to level the entire city if we continued down this path. Hamilton has resources that can and should be used."

Sam frowned at the response but nodded unseen to his leader. "No I do understand. We will station ourselves accordingly. Has Drake done his part? And when is Morgana going to be done her errands?"

"I see so It would be best not to be in that area then. Of course. Yes.... I will... Definitely I will be in touch." Sam sighed and closed his cellphone. He didn't agree with the plan in its entirety. He had done the calculations and though he was not a lover of the kine and though they were many it just seemed that there would be far more casualty's that he was expecting.

"So what the hell is going on?" Asked one of the inmates from the back.

"Raphael plans to light the night afire..." Sam replied quietly. "Many will die tonight both Kindred and Kine. I suppose god will have his hands full sorting for the next while..."

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 23rd, 12:25 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie

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

Boogie stepped off the bike and pulled the box of shells marked with the red dragon out of his pocket and loaded 8 shells into his shotgun and another 6 into the ammo clip on the side of the weapon. "Hey Lobo watch you don't jump into my line of fire, this ammo's a real fire starter - Dragon's breath they're called the shotgun will be useless by the end of the night but worth the cost I'd say - you lead I'll follow" Boogie stretched his muscles and stepped away from the bike



OCC 1 BP spent on Celerity 1 BP spent on Potence 1 BP spent on Awe

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

[Krys]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:08 AM -  Whitehern  -   Athial

Athial clutched on the mask and looked to David as he spoke."I can't fight but give me an object  that belongs to them and I can read something off of it." She spoke clearly though slightly quitter than usual.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 23rd, 12:25 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie

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

Boogie stepped off the bike and pulled the box of shells marked with the red dragon out of his pocket and loaded 8 shells into his shotgun and another 6 into the ammo clip on the side of the weapon. "Hey Lobo watch you don't jump into my line of fire, this ammo's a real fire starter - Dragon's breath they're called the shotgun will be useless by the end of the night but worth the cost I'd say - you lead I'll follow" Boogie stretched his muscles and stepped away from the bike



OCC 1 BP spent on Celerity 1 BP spent on Potence 1 BP spent on Awe

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

LOBO IS NOW AWED BY BOOGIE....

[Summyr]

Thursday April 22nd, 12:18pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3


Rory gave a disappointed look as her question was ignored. 'I suppose I'll just act on instinct then...' she thought with a sigh.

The Gangrel looked down to her dog whom was still uncomfortable amongst the fifty or so undead. "You shouldn't come with me, Cash. Not yet," she spoke to her canine companion. He whimpered, but the girl ignored him and walked toward her Malkavian friend.

"Hey, Cal. Umm... Look... Since you're staying behind, do you think you could do me a favor?" she asked with an almost sad smile, "Could you watch Cash for me? I don't want to take him while he's... still..." Rory droned off, looking at her shoes.

"So, will you?"

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 23rd 12:26 PM.  - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-

BP 13 (12) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

"Will do Boogie.  You keep to the path I be in the woods just to your left.  I'll be doing my best to be quiet so any noise you make will attract to you.  But not worry if they head for you they give a flank attack."  As Lobo spoked his hands regrew their claws.  

OCC - 1 BP spent 'claws of the wolf"  BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

[original icefire]

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


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


Loading  both shotguns hearst  replies,"  i am ready"

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd,  12:09 AM -  Whitehern  -   David

David looked at Athail, his eyes drifting to the mask.    "Were you close?  You and Lobo?  I'm sorry if that is the case.  If you can read objects, I assume that means you can also read auras,"  he said.  "Do we have any other aura readers?  How about some sneaky types?  I'd really like to have some of your Nosferatu with me, Spider.  Can you convince one to come with me?  Or are you and Vic, you and Vic, you and Vic, you and Vic the only one's left?"

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 23rd 12:35 PM.  - Bruce Trail Dundas-

Over head the sky led out a ominous rumble. The gnarled and still lifeless trees began to sway in the cold evening breeze and the duo felt the first of the icy cold water droplets fall from the darkened sky.

They had no actual idea as to where the event had taken place and walked down the trail in hopes of finding something, anything to lead them to the whereabouts of the foul kindred that had slain their commardes.

In the distance the wailing sirens of emergency vehicles could be heard. As the traveled along the worn hiking path they could see the quaint town of Dundas its warm tiny lights glittering in the gloomy evening.

Black smoke curled up in the distance somewhere near Highland Highschool, somewhere very close to Where the gangrel leader resided if Lobo reckoned correctly....