Bloodlines Rp Chapter 2.1: Crimson quietus

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd,  1:12 a.m.  - -  Dundas - - David

"We'll, we'll, we'll, we'll get to it as soon as we can,"  David said.  "Don't worry about stepping on the salt.  It only causes a problem when you try to meld through it.  They say there are still thousands of Kindred stuck in torpor beneath the battlefields of old Carthage, trapped there because they sewed the fields with salt during the day.  Supposedly it was so that nothing could be grown there but there are other things that salt did."

He paused, holding up a finger.  "Chantal?  Let the Prince know that we have recovered Xaioqing.  The Sabbat have holed up in her hose for the moment."  He looked up at the half naked Gangrel.  "How many did you see?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:12am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Fia glowered at the voice, "You want a powwow? You talk to her," she pointed to Donna, who was still making her mush.

She swung at the staggering vamp, hissing and spitting.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:13 am - Outside GO Station 

Fia sent the vampire spinning.  "Jesus Christ," he roared.  "What does a guy have to do to get a break around here?"  He had obviously lost his taste for the fight and seemed far more interested in getting away.

"I would talk to her but she seems rather preoccupied and I know better than to try and interrupt a frenzying Brujah," the voice continued. "That is why I am speaking to the three of you, while your leader plays with her prey.  It is we, the underlings, that need to know the truth because your leaders are keeping it from you and mine seem bent only on conquest and feathering their caps.  Hamilton is a jewel that might make a fine adornment but when it adorns a lifeless corpse amid a field of similar corpses, it loses its lustre."

"Sam, a little less talking and a little more helping!"  snapped the stricken vampire.

"I'm trying to help,"  Sam replied.  "I'm trying to stop this ridiculous fight."

[original icefire]

thursday April 23rd, 1:13 a.m -- Hearst --  Dundas
hp ?/7 wp 5/5  bp ?/13
Hearst helps  diggin of the salted earth gladly. Struggling through  regardless of any pain that still lingers.   As  soon as  the diggin is done Hearst  goes back to using  blood [points to heal himself as much as possible.  I will need to feed soon.

ooc   i  do not know how long i was  able to heal since the last  posting putting me  at  1 hp    7 bp left...    so back to healing i go unless i  have either  healed fully  or  have   used all my blood pool

[Maxx]

OOC:  Going below 3 points in your blood pool puts you in serious danger of frenzy....

[original icefire]

ooc  then i would use  4 more bp  tp heal

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   1:11 AM -  Bus Platform GO station -   Iggy BP 12 (9)  W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

As the Sabbatt kindred stumbled in Donna Iggy felt the ability to move return.  "Asshole Snake charmers" the Brujah muttered.  "Fia dinner's about to be served!" as he swung his axe handle aiming for back of the knees of the staggering vampire.

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:14 am - Outside GO Station

The stricken vampire's knees crumpled and he tried to crawl away.  His wounds were visibly closing but not as fast as they were being inflicted.  There was an audible sigh from the doorway and Sam stepped out into the light.  He reached down to lay a protective hand on the shoulder of the beaten vampire.  "I really would prefer that we deal with this in a civilized manner,"  he said.  "And obviously now you know why I was so reluctant to leave the cover of darkness."

The hand that rested on the Setite's shoulder was barely more than bone and raw muscle.  The face was even less flesh, with no nose and barely any skin or muscle on the cheeks.  It was a wonder that he could even speak understandably, since there was nothing but the ruins of a mouth which displayed brown and decaying teeth.  Watery orbs moved to look at Fia and Iggy in turn.  "So many judge based solely on appearance,"  he said.  "Am I going to be disappointed again or are you going to prove to be more enlightened than the others I have met in the past?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:14am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"I've seen worse," Fia rolled her eyes, "I'm a little too hypo to care." However she would never look at jerky the same way again.

She turned to Iggy, "Can we snap her out of that?" motioning to Donna.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Des

Des's fingers closed around the stake in her hand staring at Sam. She had been overwhelmed by the realism of the combat system that they used trying to figure out how it looked so real yet managed to be in the realm of fantasy.

"Holy fucking sheep balls!" She exclaimed as she looked at Samdi. She paused frozen in abject horror before shaking her head. "What a fucking freaky make up job." She whispered finally to Fia.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Oh, Pumpkin..." she said, shaking her head. She turned her attention back to Sam. "I'm listening... Please continue."

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   1:11 AM -  Bus Platform GO station -   Iggy BP 12 (9)  W 5 (2) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

"That's up her." Iggy said sparing a quick look at Donna. "But I'm not going to interrupt to ask her either.  As to talk sure - but we are the wrong people - our say is SHIT! Surrender and I'll turn ya over to the Prince.  I'm certain he'd love to talk with ya some. Maybe about the dead mothers and infants that were slaughtered at Mac last night.  Seems handy to yell truce now that your ass is on the line."

Iggy place a kick to the crawling vampire's side, " Sit and Stay dog! I'm talking the finer point of house breaking with you're master here."

Returning his attention to the Samedi, "Don't bother with the lecture on stupidity - I am a Brujah after all and you Nos types are to wordy anyway. I just need a simple 'I surrender' and we can stop fighting and transport ya to the Prince."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 5/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Thank puppies and Christmas... I like his idea much better.

"He's right. The only way you're going to be heard is by the Prince," she nodded, "So, what's your decision?"

[Maxx]

"I am not a Nosferatu," Sam said.  "And I may have been embraced at night but it was not last night.  I will gain nothing from surrendering to you except perhaps a very painful Final Death.  As far as you having no say, your Prince only has the degree of power over you that you allow him.”  The Samedi took a pointed step between Iggy and the whipped cur that was curled for protection at Sam’s feet. He looked frail, even rotten but his intention was more than clear. “And Brujah though you may be, Ignacio D’Ambrosio, I must insist that-“

Sam’s words were drowned out by a low rumbling that seemed to make the very ground shudder.  A light was growing in the north and, even in the southern shadow of the bus station, it was beginning to brighten the night sky. 

It swelled and grew, travelling through the ground and through the air.  Windows shattered as the pressure wave struck them and the very building shook as if struck by an earthquake.  The people fared little better than the windows, their bodies tossed about like so many rag dolls.  Bones broke, skin was torn open by shards of glass or concrete and still the sound and the light grew until the night was as bright as day and a towering ball of flame rose up into the sky, first white, then yellow before fading to orange and red and then finally the black of exhausted flames.

Sound came back on a wave of air that returned to fill the vacuum created by the blast.  It was a chorus of horns as car alarms of every description made their presence known in a futile attempt to protect shattered cars.  Screams of pain and wails of fear were next, cries in a darkness made more terrible by the brilliance of a few moments ago.  Even safety lights, meant to operate in the absence of electricity were dark, their bulbs shattered like so many fragile soap bubbles.

People were starting to move in the settling dust but the dead and dying far outnumbered the living.  There wasn't a single light visible anywhere and the rainclouds blocked even the faint light of the moon and the stars.  Sam staggered to his feet and looked down at the corpse of the vampire that had been flayed open by glass from the shattered windows, a vampire he had been prepared to protect from Iggy.  He shook his head as if trying to clear it and said something to the Camarilla vampires that their still ringing ears couldn't hear, before he stumbled back into the bus stationand was swallowed by the darkness inside.


“What the fuck was that?” asked Donna. 


OOC:  Everyone is at -2 Health due to the shockwave and the flying glass.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Fia groaned as she rolled onto her side. Pain shot throughout her body. All the little cuts burned as if someone had poured salt all over her.

Ow... At this rate I'm not going to last much longer...

Shaking glass out of her hair, she pushed herself up. She looked around wide-eyed, surveying the damage. Bodies scattered, blood and glass confetti.

[Hurricanus]

Thursday April 23rd,   1:15 AM -  Bus Platform GO station -   Iggy BP 12 (9)  W 5 (2) HtK 7 (5) H 5/5 SC 2/2

Iggy picked himself up.  A kick to the now dead kindred just to make sure - why can't we flame up like the movies - damn less questions - wouldn't want the dead walking. 

Seeing the Samedi had taken the opportunity to book it Iggy answered Donna's question.  " A big fucking explosion happened.  Bet you the rotting corpse knew about it too.  That info would have gotten me listening faster that his old drivel about our fore-fathers playing us like pawns." 

Iggy picked up a moaning human and rather unceremoniously fed back to full. 

OCC: will fed till 2 blood points are back (if an unsavable maimed individual is near I'll end their suffering.  Otherwise any human will do.  HTK 7 (5) becomes HTK 7 (7)

[Maxx]

OOC:  Hurricanus, what will your blood pool be at when you're done healing?  Are you only feeding to heal those two points back?

[Maxx]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15 a.m.  - -  David  - -  Dundas

Even in the woods where they were standing, the rumble and flash coming from the east was clearly not thunder or lightning.  David watched, his mouth hanging open was the fireball expanded and rose into the air.  His mouth opened and closes several times before he could speak.

"Chantal?  What the hell was that?"

From his phone there was only silence.

"Angel, help Hearst.  Rory, help, help, help, help, help Xiaoqing.  I'll take care of the garbage.  We hit the truck and we head for Hamilton.  If, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if Lobo is down there, he'll be safe for a while.  If he doesn't want to join us, that's his problem but we need to get home right fucking now.  I don't know what just happened but I lost contact with Chantal and that was some big ass fucking explosion."

Angel nodded and grabbed Hearst by the arm.  "Don't argue, Lancelot.  I'm going to help you whether you think you need it or not."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Fuck me..." Fia wheezed, stumbling towards the cries and moans. Falling to her knees, she grabbed the wounded and followed Iggy's suit. When that one ran dry, she moved to the next, healing herself as she drank.

(OOC: Eating and healing the crap outta me. It's been so long looking at the books, I can't remember what the formula is. Edit: Np. So, it will take me 4 2/3 rounds to be back at full.)

[Maxx]

OOC:  Feeding is a maximum of three points per turn and healing is 1 BP per HP healed....

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - 1:30 am Outside GO Station

There was plenty of available food, assuming you weren't picky as to the condition the vessel was in before or after the feeding.  Nobody was really paying attention to what was happening.  Most were wandering around in a daze and if they did see anything, they likely assumed the vampires were good samaritans, performing CPR.  A few were frantically dialing 9-1-1 on cell phones that had no service.

It was total, utter anarchy.

[Maxx]

:Thursday April 23rd, 1:20 am  - Whitehern - Ex-Delta Force - Waylon

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

The emergency lighting left pools of light amid the darkness, darkness that was as much friend as foe to Waylon.  It concealed him but it also concealed other things in the darkness.  Those things had been making sounds since the explosion had plunged the manor into blackness.  Waylon didn't know where anyone else was but he thought it best to stay close to Dee's room, if not actually at her door.  There was no sense in making it obvious what he was guarding and any other vampire in the place was more than able to take care of themselves.

He saw a flicker of movement and called upon his supernatural senses to give him more information.  An oddly shaped mass of flesh rolled down the hall a short distance, then stopped.  Waylon felt a long absent shudder of nausea rush through him as the scent of Chantal's perfume wafted to his nostrils.

OOC:  1 BP spent on Heightened Sense - BP11 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 


A Fiend.  A fleshshaper.

"You should have listened.  Now you see what loyalty to the Camarilla gets you."  The voice was soft, even gentle.  Waylon wasn't fooled.  Behind that voice was a Tzmisce, a twisted Kindred with the ability to mold flesh like clay.  For a fleeting second, Waylon considered committing the ultimate sin, stealing the fleshcrafter's power while she was yet unaware of his presence.  It would have been a conceit to claim that he wanted to do so in order to restore Chantal.  In his heart of hearts he knew he wanted that power so that he could sculpt in the ultimate medium, living flesh.

He readied the police batons.  "Your voice isn't what I expected, given your picture," he said from within the concealing darkness.  "I don't suppose I could convince you to undo what you have done to the poor girl?"

The Sabbat vampire paused.  She wasn't afraid.  She was trying to figure out who her hidden opponent was.  Finally she smiled.  "What could you offer me that might tempt me, little artist?" she asked.

"Well, I could offer you your life, or the life of the Lasombra that you seem so fond of but I'm fairly certain the latter is out of my control,"  Waylon replied, preparing to defend himself.  No matter what he did, he couldn't afford to let the other vampire touch him for more than an instant.  "So the best I can do is let you escape once you have freed her from the prison you've turned her body into."

"A poet as well as an artist.  How interesting."  Rowan stalked closer, every inch the predator that she was.  "How will you paint me, when this is done?  I hear that mouth painting is all the rage.  That is if I leave you a mouth.  Run away, little Toreador, lest I give this ghoul some company."

Waylon chuckled.  "On a bad day my paint may run but I'm afraid I must disappoint you, if you think that I will."  His enhanced hearing was picking up the sounds of combat coming from other places inside the building.  The Tzmisce hadn't come alone but then Waylon wasn't alone either.  "In the words of the immortal Yul Brynner, shall we dance?"

Waylon was already in motion, the two batons a blur in the darkness as he used the power of his blood to push himself to superhuman speeds.

OOC: 1 BP spent on Celerity - BP10 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Nat

Nat looked stunned. Her eyes were wide her mouth frozen in a little 'O' as she saw the carange around her. Her ears rang and she jumped as the city was plunged into darkness from the explosion. The only light came off from the distance some of the houses had caught fire but the main source was from ground zero.

A bolt of lightning cut across the sky and Nat was suddenly aware of the glass shards stuck in her arms. She didn't feel any pain however. 

The rain fell harder but she could still hear people screaming. She put away her weapon and placed her hands in a T shape which was indicative in her Larps as a time out. "GUYS....? SERIOUSLY I CANT DO THIS. I KNOW YOU WANT ALL IN CHARTER INTERACTION AND NO BREAKING CHARACTER BUT THE FUCKING CITY JUST BLEW UP! I CANT DO THIS SHIT. WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? THE GAMES GOTTA BE CANCELED. AND DON'T TRY TO TELL ME THIS IS PART OF THE GAME. THE OTHER STUFF WAS HARD ENOUGH TO SWALLOW BUT I ROLLED WITH IT. BUT THIS...." She paused to wipe the rain from her face. "THIS ISN'T A GAME NO MORE. PEOPLE ARE HURT HERE..."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:15am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 2/7 BP=6/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Are you quitting?" Fia dropped her current victim, and watched Nat from the corner of her eye, "If you want to quit, you know who to talk to, and it ain't me."

She selected her next moaning body and dug in.

[LadyJallyn]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:16am - Outside GO Station - Nat

"Well what the fuck do you propose 'Canibal Corpse? David isnt here I'm sure he would understand if I went home to make sure my mom was ok. Shit this is so not cool." Nat hollered out into the darkness her voice trembling slightly. She fumbled around in the dark for her cell phone and pulled it out pressing speed dial to call David to let him know what had happened.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Thursday April 23rd, 1:16 - 1:30 am - Outside GO Station - Fia

Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=2/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Whatever," she grumbled, "Maybe he wouldn't mind explaining how the real world works."

As she finished healing and topping up, Fia felt much better.

Maybe now I can turn this around for us.