Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd,  9:15 pm -   Barton Street Jail / Coffee shop-   Team Beta - Iggy

BP 12 (12)  W 5 (3) H 7 (7)

Iggy gulped the last of his coffee.  It was burnt and left a horrible taste in his mouth.  Watching the group leave the truck, Iggy tossed the now empty cup toward the nearest trash container.  'Two points' as the cup hit the far side and tumbled into the bin.

Iggy started to head toward the group of Kindred.  Angel he knew and from the look of it he was right pissed off, or in angelese - upset.  Except for a few short conversations the other three were truly strangers.  Iggy decided on the safest course - avoidance and deflection.

Looking at Cory with a smile, Iggy squatted and called Cash over.  As the dog was approaching for a bit of attention, Iggy looked to Angel. 

"So Angel, what is the plan for the mission, where do you want us to start."

[Hurricanus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:18 - 10:00 pm.  - Greyhound Statiion - Lobo- Team Gamma

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

"Now that we have flashlights Boogie can take lead.  Other then that all the same, or would it it good for you trackers to switch back and forth?  If thats the case Calvin your up behind Boogie and Athial carries the walkie-talkie.  Either way works." 

Lobo lead the team to the side door, the one orginially for the drivers, while the team placed themselves in position.  If he remembered right this door lead straight upstairs and would give the team a good starting point.  Lobo nodded from the door to Boogie and stepped to the rear.

"Please Boogie if you can again get us entry?"

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9-9:15pm - Dundas- Babadora- Team Omega
Babadora = BP15/15,WP=6/6 HP7/7

Jeromy pulled into the park at 9pm sharp to meet with Fia and Babadora and reluctantly left his vehicle in the park climbing in to join the two women.

They talked for a few moments about their strategy when Babadora sighed looking at her pocket watch. "Xiaoqing is late. I should call her."

A quick moment on the phone let Babadora know that Xiaoqing was running late she had profusely apologized but would be there for no later than 9:15pm.

Babadora frowned. "I hate it when people aren't punctual.  She will be arriving shortly."

True to Xiaoqing's word she arrived at the park. She slipped into the truck with the other Kindred.

"And now the hunt begins." Babadora replied solemnly. "I am not overtly familiar with Dundas but we should be through. I am open to suggestions on places to look."

"The Bruce trail would make an excellent hiding spot. There are many areas that the Sabbat could hole themselves up in. Despite it being close to Werewolf territory it sits in Kindred Territory. Perhaps we can check there."

"It sounds probable. I agree we can look into that. But I think we could use some flash lights. Lets see if we can find a variety store and see what they have available for purchase."

With a nod Fia drove out of the park and the group drove around town looking for a place to purchase flash lights.

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16 pm - Near the jail -   Team Beta - Angel

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

"We start here and check out all the places that they might be able to hide," Angel said.  "Nobody would expect them to escape and go to ground within sight of the jail.  Once we've cleared this area, we move east.  Once we hit the far end of the city, we turn around and come back.  We keep going over the area until we are absolutely sure that it is clear or until we find them.  If we find them, we keep an eye on them and call in the cavalry.  When the cavalry arrives, we make sure nobody escapes.  We're supposed to scout but if it comes right down to it, we will kick some ass.  We brought in prisoners yesterday.  I say we see if we can bring in some tonight.  Rory, Jareth, you're new to Hamilton but you will learn that we take it personally when somebody tries to fuck with this city.  The Sabbat will not get away with this.  I intend to make damned sure of that, and I intend to make sure you are all there to watch the last stake being driven.  Any questions?"

[original icefire]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm - The Tisdale Apartments -Hearst- team alpha

"The gear  you  have acquired  is prefectly sufficient. You seem to be very good  at acquisitions  of commodities  when neccessary," heart replies, as  he straps the  hunting/survival knives onto his legs. "are  we extremely concerned   about concealment or  is it  an irrelevant   matter   where we are going?"  Putting  as many shotgun  shells as he  can fit  with out  too much bulging  into his   pants  and suit jacket pockets. Hearst then examines the swords   and shotguns  hoping   he would be able  to carry   all the weapons  comfortbaly  with some kind of holster he mighty be able to put together.  The gleam in his eyes of anticipation at the  possibility of upcomingchallenges   excite  him. saying to himself   out loud for everyone to hear"   i wonder  which ones  i should carry and  which  ones i should  leave in the car." As he  decides on the  sawed off  shogun  as  the full tang  hearst begins to examine the cane  and the grinning  death's head on it more carefully.
"So where are we off to  Scott........"


BP 13/13  wp 5/5 hp 7/7

[thatredhead]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05pm - The Tisdale Apartments -Emily- team alpha
BP 11/11 WP 7/7 H 7/7

Emily had been rather silent so far that night. Her stomach wasn't sitting too well. It had been years since she was ever truly full, and the feeling could only make her think of the unsightly body she must have. She had seemed to become even more selfconcious than her normal self. She swore she could feel the calories soaking in. Even if her meal was from a dog and it was all organic, she couldn't help but still feel as if she had sat down and eaten a dozen doughnuts o herself.

She had crawled into the car, scrunching up as much as possible, not saying anything. If she could make heself just appear thinner somehow than she already was, life would be grand. She had opted for a pair of white cotton pants, with matching tanktop jacket and purse, and a silver belt and necklaces. White was probably not the smartest choice on her part, but she had other things on her mind at the time of her getting dressed... Like trying to ignore her ghost telling her she looked like a beached whale that just ate a buffalo as a snack. "I like guns..." was all she said to Hearst as he contemplated which weapons to bring in. "If you're any good with a gun, take that. A pocket knife or something is always good to have too."

[Numenya]

Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke Ice Rink – Delta team – Tamara
BP 11/12,   HP 7/7,   H 4/4,   SC 2/2,   WP 6/6   

It took Tamara a moment before she answered. She had been fishing something from her pockets, until a red cotton handkerchief came into view. “Perhaps it’d be less conspicuous to appear as a domesticated pet,” the gypsy said as she handed it to Seth. She would never, ever allow a living soul –or undead for that matter- to place a collar on her but well, she liked red accessories.

“Now about those graves… Seems they’ve split the inmates group into smaller ones, easier to handle… On one hand, makes it safer for us, on the other much harder to control, but….” She shuddered and a particular shiver cut her words, as she began the transformation, “… but that also means each group must have at least one adult Kindred. That scent is easier to lose in open ground, so maybe… maybe we can follow the individual scents from the graves to here and then try to add something to the trail, the main puppeteer if you like… I would suggest not splitting the group again though… Yes, we would cover more ground faster, but if… if they’re moving as a pack and we’re spotted we’re not in the best shape for 3 of us to take maybe 4 to 6 hungry neonates at least plus I’d say one kindred or elder minimum.” Her phrases kept being cut as the small gypsy hugged herself, concentrating her will into allowing her second nature to take over.
 

1 BP for shape-shifting

[Artrus]

Wednesday April 22nd, ~10:30 pm. Chedoke  – Delta team – Cera Lourdes

HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7

When she was living her overly trendy, faux-industrial loft in Manhattan she had been told that Hamilton was a major city. If not necessarily as major as L.A. or D.C., at least civilized enough to compete with say... Baltimore, or Kansas City. Never in her life had she considered waist-high grass and midnight romps in a pseudo-graveyard when she'd packed her little silver ballet-type shoes.

...and these are considered my sensible flats...

Not that Cera was some prissy, pampered kitten that couldn't 'rough it' for a night or two... but some forewarning would have been nice. Instead of giving her the straight facts of the matter she was now finding out that things had been sugarcoated to a certain extent. If she had known the specifics of her situation she probably would have bulked up on wranglers, work boots and well... turtlenecks. Thick ones, made of wool. Steel wool.

As it was, she bit off a curse as yet another pebble flicked its way into the arch of her shoe. With the derringer clasped comfortably in the palm of her hand she picked her way back toward where she'd left the group... ready and willing to leave here for parts unknown. This reeked of an ambush and the last thing she wanted was for their bodies to be adorning those four graves.

Four... not bad odds...

"Shit, fuck and dammit," she hissed under her breath as a particularly sharp boulder stabbed at the fleshy bits of her heel. "God dammit, in fact." Then she pointed the little gun at the sky as she dug the stone out of her shoe. "That's right Mister... you heard me." As if speaking with the Almighty himself.

"Whatever," she snarled as she hurled her shoe off and shook a sandbox out of it. "Not like you're listening anyway."

I'm in the dark, I'm in the woods. My fancy shmancy cell phone barely gets any reception out here... She thought sourly. Why the hell would God be tuned in?

Pulling the little silver shoe back onto her foot she started traipsing forward again.

Oh, wise and wonderful leaderbean... couldn't you have taken us to investigate a spa? Or a nightclub? Something?

Cera muttered under her breath. She thought she could hear them nearby...

Waylon, She chuckled a bit inwardly. You shuffle about as gracefully as an elephant in a china shop...

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:33 pm  - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon

BP13 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)  Stealth 2 Dex 3

The dark gi allowed Waylon to slip through the shadows virtually unseen.  He moved slowly, almost noiselessly.  He circled the area, making sure he knew the location of all the graves.  Then he closes his eyes and used the blood within him to sharpen his senses well beyond their normal human limits.  It rendered him vulnerable to blindness from sudden flashes of light but allowed him to track like a bloodhound.

OOC:  One Blood Point spent on Heightened Senses BP 12 (13)

Okay boys, where did you go?  I can smell the earth that you forced your way through, smell the sweat you left on it.  I can smell your fear, your eagerness, your hunger.  God, I wish Cera would stop making so much noise.  She's likely to wake the dead.  Well, more than they already are, anyway.

He worked his way towards the New York Gangrel, his movements sounding loud to him but still well below audible for others.  "Cera," he whispered.  "Follow me.  I'm going to follow their trail."

[pyro71976]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00 pm.  - Greyhound Station  - Boogie - Team Gamma

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

Boogie pops the padlock then puts the crowbar down in favor of his trusted bat "Everyone ready?" without waiting for an answer Boogie pushes open the door, raises his bat in a non-threatening manner and heads inside.



OCC Sorry couldn't resist

[Artrus]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:33 pm  - Chedoke- Delta - Cera Lourdes

HP 7/7 BP 10/11 WP 3/3 SC 3/3 HM 7/7

When Waylon came busting through the shrubbery she refused to admit that she was actually glad to see him. Then  his whispered words all but tore a laugh from her throat... she refrained however and even managed to look properly nonchalant.

Is everyone in Canada completely daft?

"So let me see if I've got this right," She hissed at him. "You want me to follow you so you can follow them to whatever and wherever it is they are?"

Dragging in a deep breath, she pressed a finger to her forehead for a bare moment in order to collect her quickly fraying temper.

I knew I should have gotten up earlier...

She blamed her current rotten mood on her lack of recent prey. Last night she had weighed her options and had decided against hunting strange people in a strange town until she'd had the opportunity to get her bearings a bit. Now in the face of these kindred (who were all very obviously touched in the head) she wished she'd gone...

"Nevermind," She said, exhaling slowly. "Lead the way."

She'd died once already and every day since. It's not like she didn't know what it felt like. If she was going to die tonight it'd just be another notch in the bedpost of her postmortem postmortal life.

Shall we skip and hold hands Waylon, as we prance through the empty graves?

She needed to drag herself out of this sour mood. Even she wasn't enjoying her company...

[Summyr]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:14 pm  - Near Barton St. Jail - Team Beta - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3

Rory shook her head. Angel had been very clear, if not a tad frightening, so there was nothing to question. His powerful resolve was most likely fed by his fading anger, but Rory couldn't help but feel a little inspired by what he'd said.

Even though she wasn't native to Hamilton, the Ventrue had sparked in Rory a feeling of responsibility and concern for the well-being of her new city. In spite of the tensity, the Gangrel  smiled. "What are we waiting around for? Let's go already!" Cash barked and panted, supposedly in agreement.

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16pm - Near Barton St. Jail - Jareth - Beta
HP 7/7, BP=13/13, WP=3/3, HUM=7/7, SC=4/4

Jareth grinned trying not to giggle. Angel was very compassionate with his speech and if Jareth wasn't already determined to do his job he surely would of been motivated. "Angel...Did you ever do some help line calling cuz man...I'm extra motivated now!He's good right? I mean right. it's not just me thinking it."He spoke with no malice in his voice just a slighted happy slur. Rory's dog barked sending Jareth a good foot off the ground as he jumped to face it "Does he have to do that?!" he grumbled slightly embarrassed of his own fears.


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Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00pm - Greyhound Station  - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4

Athial clutched the walkie talkie tightly in her hand. She followed in the back like instructed as they entered another deserted building. The flashlights beamed into the darkness reveling objects for what they really were. The yellow lights seemed to dance as the kicked up dust floated in the air. The building had a very unusual aroma to it. She crinkled her nose a little and mumbled "I'm not sure which place seemed more creepy."

[LadyJallyn]

OCC: As far as being out in the woods. Vincents team is not in the woods. Think of a grown over farmers field that has waist height dead grass. The ground is very soft and muddy due to the spring thaw. 

Also Waylon has a stealth of 2 Cera has a stealth of one. I made stealth roles for both of you and you are both being silent as you move though the grass. However Waylon did have one extra success....

There is no bursting and racket. In future please do not determine the outcome of stealthy situations for other players that moderator of the thread will let you know if they are sucessful.

Thanks again guys.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:05-9:20pm - Eastgate Mall -Scott- team alpha

"Well we head out to Stoneycreek. The prince said to check out Eastgate Mall and onwards. Once we hit that area I want the Aura readers in the group to decide whos scoping out what first. Take turns cause thats gonna save on blood."

The team drove to Eastgate but it wasn't in silence. Scott had flicked the radio onto a classic rock station to fill the silence in the car.

Hearst had time to examine his cane in more detail and discovered that it was more than a decorative can but a sword cane. The Deaths head screwed off to reveal a 13 inch blade that was used more for thrusting than slashing.

Scott looked back over at the two women in the car. "Alright ladies this is where you need to do your thing."

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:00 -10:20pm.  - Greyhound Station  -  Team Gamma

Team gamma began exploring the dark depths of the abandoned station.  There wasn't much to be seen some old broken beer bottles, cigarette butts and the occasional discarded Condom littered the ground. However inside of the old bathrooms they found a makeshift altar. Dried blood clung to it as well arcane looking symbols. In the dark gloom they discovered several jars the contained organs and some melted candles. Besides that they found nothing else of interest .

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:35 pm  - Chedoke- Delta Force - Waylon

BP13 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3)  Stealth 2 Dex 3

"The Prince wants us to find where they are, rather than where they were," Waylon explained in a low whisper that sounded, to him as if he were almost shouting.  "If I find anything, I want you to wait until I take off and then turn around and run like Hell back to the arena and tell Vincent.  I'll head in the opposite direction and try to distract them.  Don't think I'm being heroic.  I may be small but I can move like greased lightning on cocaine when I have to.  If you fall behind, let me know.  You can speak very softly and I'll hear you.  My hearing is heightened right now."  He paused, listening, then moved forward again, sniffing the ground and the grass.  "Do I look as ridiculous doing this as I feel?"

[Krys]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station  - Athial - Gamma
HP 7/7, BP 11/11, Wp 4/4, HUM 8/8, SC 4/4

Athial looked around at the alter with a curious face. She moved closer to it while passing the walkie talkie to Calvin. She crouched down and moved her flashlight over the object to try and get a really good look at it. "Let me take a real look at this. It looks like something I have seen in a book but anyone can check out a book at the library. So hrmmm ya here we go." Athial closed her eyes as her tiny hand reached out an touched the alter.

BP -1 Apusex

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:35 pm  - Chedoke- Delta Force - Vincent

Vincent's cell phone went off. He picked it up and spoke for several moments before closing it. It looked like Seth and the others were regrouping to meet them.

Vincent made a second phone call to the Prince to inform him of the latest news. He however got Chantal who explained that Antigen was currently involved in a ritual to determine additional info about the guests he had at whitehern.

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:20pm - Eastgate Mall -Papillion- team alpha

BP 9/10 WP 4/4 HP 7/7 Hum 8/8 SC 4/4

"I've got this one mon cheri." The Toreador said to Emily with a warm smile, the girl had been so quiet the whole trip. She stepped out into the slight chill of the night, shutting her eyes tightly for a moment, focusing all herself into bringing forth the auras. When her eyes opened again things were blurred round the edges, hazy like a dream.
"Alright it's up."

OOC: Daleo lemme know how good it comes up etc.

[SilverMist]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station  - Calvin - Gamma

BP 11/12 WP 5/5 HP 7/7 Hum 7/7 SC 3/3

Calvin listened mostly to the sound of footsteps in the party, perked ears trying to figure out the exact stepping patterns of those in the group to make sure no one was following, but it was practically impossible. It was just something to keep his mind off the surroundings. As they came upon the alter, and blood smeared walls, the glass of the jars reflecting back the light from their flashlights, Calvin smiled just slightly despite the disturbing site.
"Does anyone else feel like they're in Silent Hill?" He'd said as the walkie talkie was put back into his hands. He was thankful to have it back, back to having a proper place once more. Though now he half expected it to start producing high pitched static-y noises to inform them of their impending doom. A cheerful thought indeed.
The boy watched Athial with curious blue eyes chewing his lip as she knelt to touch the alter, he'd seen others do this before. She was trying to read it, it's past, the people who put it there and why. He tried to see how she did it, it fascinated him.

[LadyJallyn]

OCC: Dear bitty if you are checking out the kind scurrying aroudn the parking lot and what not you are noting auras. Nothing complex but you pick up at least one color in the aura. You note no kidnred milling about in the parking lot....

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 10:20pm - Greyhound Station  - Athial - Gamma

After several long moments of concentration Athial began to feel and sense things from the dried bloody alter.

There were traces of malevolence around the altar, like fine tendrils of half remembered smoke.  Curiously, the place held a hint of sacred, mixed with the profane.  For whatever it was worth, this was a place of worship.  Here and there  faint tastes of fear and pain could be found, echoes of the real thing and too primitive to have been human.  Neither the aura nor vampiric senses revealed any sign that the victim had been human; the blood, the organs and the life that had ended here belonged to an animal.  There was faith behind the symbols but no longer any real power.  Whoever had worked their magic here had burned used up any power that had been in the ritual.  Not even a hint of it remained to indicate whether their attempt to breach the veil and speak with the dead had succeeded or failed.

[LadyJallyn]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:16 9:45 - Near Barton St. Jail -  Team Beta

Team beta searched the grounds around Barton jail and the surrounding area. However after checking out the area extremely Jallyn reported no pale vampiric auras in the vicinity and the the team was at a dead end with no new hints or evidence of where to go to next.

"Where do you think we should search Next Angello?" Jallyn asked.

[Maxx]

Wednesday April 22nd, 9:46 pm - Near the jail -   Team Beta - Angel

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

"We move east,"  Angel said.  "Into crack whore central."  He dug into his wallet and extracted a number of twenty dollar bills.  "I want everyone to pick up a few packs of cigarettes.  Somebody might have seen something and smokes will make a better and cheaper currency than cash.  Jallyn, you might want to stick close.  No offense but somebody is likely to mistake you for a hooker and while you might learn something about our missing boys, I doubt you'd enjoy the experience."

The enthusiasm of his group had been heartening, even with the slow start.  It was likely that Jareth, if not already there, was close to firing on all mental cylinders.  The two Ventrue and Jallyn were all skilled at interacting with people.  He knew Iggy could handle himself and if Rory wasn't fully up to the game the addition of the gregarious Cash more than made up for any deficiency. 

"Let's do this.  We've got some Sabbat that's about to go splat."