Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:38 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie

HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

Boogie recovered his footing far quicker than humanly possible, his bat continued its trajectory in the night air. His spin stopped with his shotgun aimed at the spot where the blast that struck him had come from he pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession,multiple eruptions of fire leapt from his gun racing towards its target with the eagerness of a raptor swooping upon its prey.



OCC 3 actions from celerity and potence to deal with recoil

HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

[LadyJallyn]

Story tellers note: You can heal only one BP per turn and cant really do anything else since you have to focus to do it. You can drink up to 3bp a round.

Awe: is short duration and only effects those around you when you put it up. Thus my comment about LOBO being awed.

Pls ajust posts accordingly and I will reread and proceed from there Hurricanus and Pyro.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am  - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon

"I'm in the middle of something for the Prince but I can take a break for a bit,"  Waylon answered.  "I'm kind of out of the loop as far as what's been going on tonight.  It might take me a few minutes to get things wrapped up here but I can join you later.  What part of the city are we patrolling and can I get there in a Miata?"

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   12:15 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

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

"Hang on Waylon let me get that answer."

Putting his hand over the phones mic, "Donna, Waylon says he is semi-occupied with a task for Antigen.  If Desdemona and I patrol Whitehearn - We could work around Antigen's and Waylon's business.  If you'd rather us elsewhere I would suggest I take Calvin instead so we have an uninterrupted team. Its your call my lass."

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd,   12:15 AM -  Whitehern  -   Donna

"IF the shit hits the fan. Whitehern has Mark, Helen, Antigen, and Waylon and Fia there I think were covered. Lets grab Calvin instead. I call dibs on the Go Station its still close by if they need back up and were still close enough to the other core units of they decide they need help down town at any of the clubs Iggy. Tell the artist thanks anyhow and that he can go back to his business."

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am.  - Bruce Trail  -

Boogies first two shots exploded near by the small dip that the Kindred sniper had been sitting in atop the hill. However the last one hit home hitting the kindred in the head. The man let out a howl of surprise in pain as he dropped his gun and began to roll down the hill in the attempt to put the fire out.

Lobo began to close the distance his claws out his eyes glowing like two angry bloody spot lights.

The kindred that had shot Lobo swore. Doug wasn't going to wait for the gy to come to him. With his gun in hand he bagan to run down the embankment with Lobo in hot pursuit in the darkness as the rain fell down harder and the wind picked up.

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   12:16 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

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

Iggy nodded at Donna's answer.  Returning the phone to his mouth, "Waylon, stay here and finish what you are doing.  That way you can aid in the defence of Whitehearn if necessary.  I'll take Calvin in your stead.  Hope he can kick ass like you, eh.  Ciao for now Waylon."

Iggy finished his call with the Artist.  

"Gotcha Donna.  Is Tailgate Charlie's too close to you at the Go Station?  My second choice would be the Embassy but that leaves the dance club on king - what is it's name this month - you know it is across from the TD Bank.  But the two are close enough that my group could cover both."

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd 12:39  AM.  - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo-

BP 13 (11) W 5 (4) HtK 7(3) H 5/5 SC 2/2

The prey's flight excited the beast within Lobo.  Following the target's movements Lobo adjusted his trajectory for what seemed the optimum chance of a successful pursuit.   With that he added an extra burst of speed .  A few rounds of running would revealed the viability of the chase.

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:38 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie

HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

Boogie is upon the rolling vampire in the blink of an eye smashing the butt of his shotgun against his skull in rapid succession until he no longer moved.



Dex 4 Melee 3 +potence +celerity

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd,   12:16 AM -  Whitehern  -   Donna

"Make it so Iggy it works. The idea is to not spread out too thin if were going solo or in small groups. Grab the crew members and I'll drive you guys off to your designated area. " she replied with a nod towards her truck.

She didn't look back. She knew Iggy would round up the troops while she started the Jeep. "The rest of you that are staying behind figure out where you are hanging out and who is going with who. You're old enough and have sense enough to know where potential areas of attack might be."

[LadyJallyn]

Story Tellers note: Due to the massive amount of fence sitters, inactive and just piles of posts. If I could have veryone pop into the Char plot discussion board to let me know where your characters are, either Going out to tangle with the Sabbat group thats waging gorrilla warefare on the Bruce trail or if you are staying in Hamilton to defend it from possible attack.

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   12:16 AM -  Whitehern  -   Iggy

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

Iggy rounded -up Desdemona and Calvin.  With the posse complete he made his way to Donna's Jeep for the quick ride to Embassy.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am - Whitehern - Angel


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

Angel shook his head.  "Hearst, you sound like you're a character in a badly done movie.  This isn't a noble fight.  This is a fight for survival.  There is no glory, there is no honour, there is just pain and death and winning or losing.  There is no trophy for the winner.  There is just a time of peace where you can enjoy the quiet pleasures of life.  Fighting is the exception, my brother, not the rule.  It almost sounds as if you don't truly understand what it means to be Ventrue.  We are the leaders, the generals, not the front line troops.  Being able to fight is one thing but we need to be able to see the big picture and you are suffering a serious case of tunnel vision.  It will come in handy tonight but watch your back.  If there was ever a Ventrue primed to walk into an ambush, it's you."
 

[original icefire]

color=lightblue]Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am - Whitehern - Hearst


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


Hearst  with a curious look upon his face, " hmm  interesting  views  Angel, but it aseems my views are a bit different then  what you have just stated. Is not every  fight noble  and containing honour  providing you  fight for the right reasons and against a worthy opponent. Is there not always glory in fighting  for the prince and in defence of  home. The trophy will be a sabbatt head on a stick   delivered to our  prince and then we will be able to enjoy these quioet pleasures  you speak of." Hearst  made sure his shotguns were both fully loaded and  that the tangs   were  fight  ready as well as the cane.  Doing  as much stretches as he could  in  the truck continued  to  speak, " There is alwaysa fight  going on wether it be  fighting with your own thoughs  or in a boardroom or politics  and fighting withyour own hunger  because a suitable meal is not available or liek the one we are embarking on  but  there is always a fight happening.   As  far as  us being inherent leaders and generals, and not front line fighters,,,,  yet  another  curious viewpoint.  If that is the cae should we not lead  by example and  in so doing  prove  our  worth as a leader  to  ALL of  our kind.  Or is it oyur opinion that all but  ventrue  are  expendable. Because i do not think   nor  do i feel that is  what you are trying to say  because  i know  that like me you   do not think that  any of our  friends  here  who battle at our side are "expendable"  i shall watch my back  and  yours  Angel  but i will also  watch  the  malkavians back and the nosferatus back  and the gangrelas back  and the brujahs  back and the toreadors back   and the tremeres back  i will watch the backs of as many cammarilla as i possibly  can.  I will  lead  if neccessary  in battle by example  i will challenge  all who fight with me .. CAN YOU  TAKE   OUT AS MANY OF THESE  SABBAT   SLIME  AS ME ? OR CAN YOU ASSISST  SOMEONE IN THE  TAKING  OUT OF SABBATT SLIME?  There seem  to be preconcieved notions about what  we all each  individually  deserve   on a day to day basis  i say  let us not worry  about what  we deserve and worry about  what   our fallen   deserved  and   that is  to be avengedm  let us worry about what the sabbatt deserve and that is  pain and death.  If we are leadr  then i will lead by example   Angel i will lead with actions, i will   lead because   i have earned the leadership  and respect of  ALL  the  cammarilla  who are with me ,   are you  strong enough to do that  with me  Angel"

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:16 am - Whitehern - Angel


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

"Hearst, I'm Italian,"  Angel said.  "I know all about hot blooded vengeance.  I also realize that it is not only a dish best served cold it is a dish that you can't enjoy unless you survive.  Jeromy and Xiaoqing don't want us to avenge them.  They don't want anything.  We're the ones who want vengeance.  'For the Fallen' isn't just a battle cry.  It's a warning not to follow.  The Sabbat will pay for what they did but we want to make them pay without having to pay that same price all over again." 
 

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:15 am.  - Vic - Whitehern

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

Vic walked out to the parking lot to await Sarah and the rest of the team he was going to St. Joe's with, he continued to make note of the varied relations among the cities kindred and how they may affect the political fallout sure to follow the siege of the city, noticing in particular the continued absence of Lobo and Boogie even though Boogie's motorcycle sat quiet in the parking lot
and the very interesting conversation between the Ventrue drifting from the truck in which they sat. I may not be able to gather as much information at St. Joe's as I could if I stayed here but there's still plenty to garner if one paid attention

[Numenya]

Thursday April 23rd, ~12:16 am. Whitehern – Sarah’s 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

Tamara moved a bit further towards the parking lot but still stood near where the Elders were remaking the teams and assigning the areas to cover. She didn’t care it was raining or thundering above. The weather seemed to match what was happening on the ground among the Kindred. She watched, listened and began making mental notes.

To begin with, she smirked when thinking about some of the team leaders. David she didn’t care much about, but this female, Donna…. she certainly liked.

*Let’s see,* she thought. *So far we have…
*Sarah going to St. Joe’s hospital with Vic, Athial and myself;
*Donna taking the Go Station, the Embassy and maybe some clubs with Iggy, Desdemona and Calvin in her pick-up;
*David heading to Dundas with a bunch of people, including hot headed ones, knights in shinning armor and young naives. Angel, Hearst, Rory. They had taken the black truck and a green Neon;
*Staying behind at Whitehern: Antigen, Helen, Mark, Fia, Waylon, and maybe he ghouls and some more…

*Who am I missing? The pink girl… Pappillion, Scott, Cera, Kaspar, the Nosferatu Elder, that Spider guy…*

Tamara couldn’t remember many more, suspecting Lobo and the other huge guy, Boogie, were already on their way to Dundas. With a deep –and unnecessary breath-, she said a prayer for the two hotheaded ones and waited for Sarah to lead them to whatever vehicle they were taking.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:03 12:15- pm - Whitehern - Fia

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

When Waylon held up the picture, she shrugged. It wasn't perfect. Excellent work of art, though, and she let him know that. She picked it up to get a better look.

"It's not quite right, but at least there's something to go by now," she started to hand the book back to him, "Sorry I didn't have much else to tell you-"

Waylon's phone rang, and Fia was left holding the sketch pad. She placed it on the table, not wanting to hold the reminder of the night's events.

As Waylon talked, Fia looked at Dee. The sleepy-eyed, redhead looked tired, although she seemed more alert now, since Fia had gotten back from the bathroom.

"You staying tonight, Dee, is it?" she asked.

[Summyr]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:17pm - Whitehern - Rory
HP=7/7, BP=12/12 , WP=6/6, HM=5/5, SC 3/3

Rory sat in the back of Angel's truck with her hands folded tightly together, listening carefully to the Ventrues discuss the fight ahead and the meaning of vengeance. She felt alone without Cash with her, but was happy in the knowledge that her canine companion would at least be safe with Calvin.

The ginger girl smiled at Angelo's statement. 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' Of all the sources for the popular quote, Rory couldn't help but think of it's Klingon origins and the villain whom once quoted it. "Khaaan," she mumbled with a tiny giggle, hoping no one had heard her.

Her inner geek allowed to her to cheer up for a moment in spite of Hearst's loud talk of battle. Still, Hearst was doing at least one thing right: preparing his weaponry.

The Gangrel drew her large hunting knife from a concealed coat pocket, checking it for imperfections. The blade was less than new, most of its former luster reduced to a dull glimmer. However, in spite of the shape it was in the blade was sharp and clear of imperfections so she re-sheathed the weapon before drawing another blade from the left side of her coat, this one considerably larger than the other. This one too, having been recently sharpened, was lacking imperfection and so it was also sheathed.

Next, she propped up her right leg up on the seat carefully and shuffled up the leg of her pants and rolled down her sock, revealing yet another blade. This one was considerably smaller than the previous two and was strapped near her ankle to an obviously homemade sheath. She unsheathed the tiny blade. It was definitely the least impressive, looking much more like a paring knife than an actual weapon. The glossy wood handle had something etched into it, a word or something, but Rory checked the knife and re-sheathed it too quickly for any onlooker to catch just what the rough wording said.

After fixing her sock and her pant-leg, the Gangrel returned to her former position, hands now fussing over her pony-tail. She was both nervous and excited. A bad combination when trying to fix one's hair.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie/Jay

Boogie's shotgun rose and fell.  Jay tried to fend off the blows crying out as the shotgun butt struck his arms knocking them aside.  A second smashing blow landed on his face and the vampire on the ground stopped moving.  The Brujah struck twice more to make sure the job was properly done, both times connecting with Jay's unprotected head.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd 12:39  AM.  - Bruce Trail Dundas- Lobo/Doug

The ground was slick and slippery.  The Sabbat vampire was giving a good impression of a scared rabbit, maintaining a good rate of speed despite the terrain.  Lobo's red eyes could pick out the obstacles in their path.  The other vampire couldn't.  Time would tell but eventually the other vampire was likely to encounter a branch or a stone that he wouldn't be able to see to avoid and his speed would become a danger rather than an adavantage.

The chase was most definitely viable.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am -En route to Dundas- Angel


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

"How are you doing back there, Rory?" Angel asked.  "Hell of a welcome to Hamilton, eh?"  He wasn't sure of the young Gangrel's state of mind.  She seemed almost too delicate to be involved in the fight, both mentally and physically.  Hearst seemed bent on self destruction, despite any advice Angel could give him.  Therefore, he would focus as much of his energy on making sure Rory got back in one piece.

I will show you, Iggy.  I will bring her back.  Then I will shove my fist down your throat and make you eat your words....
 

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am - En route to Dundas - David

The green Neon pulled in front of Angel's truck and lead the way into Dundas.  The little man picked up the radio he'd gotten from Antigen.  "Sabbatino," he crooned.  "I'm coming for you, you, you, you, you."  For once he didn't mind the trick of mental wiring that forced him to repeat himself.  Knowing a crazy man would be hunting them might unsettle the newer members of the Sabbat.  Then again it might make them laugh.  People were always laughing at him and that pissed him off.  In this case, anger was good.

"I'm the short short short half of three and a half feet of Malkavian fury and I'll tear your balls off with my teeth, teeth, teeth.  I'll cut you down, down, down to size, Sabbatino and I'm coming for you.  I'll swallow your fucking soul and, and, and show you what it feels, feels, feels like."

David was beginning to think setting the kraken loose hadn't been the best of ideas.  Usually it was content just to make the occasional appearance but now it was beginning to run rampant.  Still, once started it wasn't going to be easy to stop it.  "I'm coming for, for, for, for, for you.  I will find you by, by, by the smell of your fear.  Warn your new children that I'll take them too, one by one by one by one by one.  But you, Sabbatino, I will know you when I catch you and you will not have, have, have time to scream when I sink my fangs into you.  Tell your children that I, I, I, I am the reason they are afraid of the dark.  Tell them that I'm coming for them."  He grinned.  "Tell them all that there is five, five,  five thousand dollars in it for them each if they bring your head to the driving park, park, park pavillion."

He set the radio down.  "Divide and conquer," he said.  "Let's, let's let's hope it works."

Against eight?  Something is going to have to work or we're screwed.

[pyro71976]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie

HP=2/7, BP=10/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

Thursday April 23rd, 12:39 am.  - Bruce Trail  - Boogie/Jay

Boogie's shotgun rose and fell.  Jay tried to fend off the blows crying out as the shotgun butt struck his arms knocking them aside.  A second smashing blow landed on his face and the vampire on the ground stopped moving.  The Brujah struck twice more to make sure the job was properly done, both times connecting with Jay's unprotected head.

Boogie quickly bore down on the incapacitated vampires throat to slacken his thirst, before picking up the fallen vampires shotgun... two quick shots to his neck separated it from his head. Boogie proceeded to reload his new shotgun with his red shells and gathered up his Louisville and after taking a moment to center himself took off after the fading sounds of Lobos pursuit cursing the canadian woods everytime a branch clawed across his face... "fucking forests"

OCC Drained 3 BP from Jay leaving him with at least 1 BP (will stop sooner if needed to avoid diabelrie) and Healed 1 Health

HP=3/7, BP=12/13 , WP=5/5, HM- 5/5 SC 3/3

[original icefire]

Thursday April 23rd, 12:17am -En route to Dundas- Hearst


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

Thinking to himself Hearst    knew that this was going to be a challenge like never  had he seen before.  At least  not one he could remember.  muttering to himself  as   he  had done so many times before  a big  fight , " ok  time to get the game face on show them all what you can do success  winning is theonly option failure  is not acceptable. Take  the other  guy  out and walk out  in one piece"  being  in a vehicle  made it hard to  work through   stretch routines but Hearst  doea his best to  strecth  and limber up  in a vehicle  :)  running through  fight sequences in his head. Closing his eyes after checking his  weapons to make sure they are  battle ready  Hearst says,  " All right are we ready  Angel, let us prove every one  wrong about  us. i shall prove i am  what i say  i am,  one tough  ventrue not to mess with,  and we together  shall prove we can  win this battle and bring  back  our  group   ALL  in one  piece. None of ours  falls   and we take  all who stand  before us and let them fall at our feet. But we bring all in this van back  with us .   we fight  smart, we  fight hard, we fight side by side and  we  fight mercilessly.   agreed."  hearst's  expression   is not one  of anything  but serious  emotionless   determination.