Author Topic: Bloodlines Chapter 3.1 Actus Criae (Read 241187 times)

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #200 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:28-143 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Antigen

Antigen nodded "Be that as it may. Its best to keep it INSIDE our enemies. The only way to glean additional talents would be to imbibe that which you wish to study. And as we all know Diablarie is forbidden in this city. To do so even though it is in the name of Science would put you in the same boat as Miss Cade, who is on Trial tonight. No, Dare I say it would land you in worse shoes because it was your intentions to consume that Vitae. I thank you for your forethought however. The night although it is long will not last forever and I would like to hear the rest of everyone's votes on this matter."

The rest of the clans men made their options known. And Antigen let those that were victims have a moment to plead their case.

Chaz was very eloquent with the five minutes he was given. Lewich raised an eyebrow at the young mans speech and had to admit the young lad had a way with words. Perhaps the story of his release from the hospital had not been grossly exaggerated.

Rene, the young pagan witch whom had been captured at Henderson sniffled and wept. Begging for her life explaining that she would do what she could to keep her life and their secrets safe.

The prince noted the comparative lack of hype and personal selling and strong points that Chaz had mentioned earlier but kept the comment to himself.

Mike the the unfortunate victim of the Samedi was quite bitter and full or anger. It was to be expected. His speech was short. He explained it mattered little what he said. His fate was sealed as far as he was concerned and he saw no point in sniveling and pleading for his life.

Antigen looked around the collective circle. It seems vote wise that you have asked for mercy for the victims. If we are to spare them, I would like the respective Kindred that are willing to accept full responsibility to foster these war prisoners to speak up now. As for the the Kindred that are directly affiliated with the Sabbat will be put to death."

Maxx · « **Reply #201 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:43 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Angel

"My Prince, I must admit a certain admiration for the young gentleman who spoke so eloquently on his own behalf," Angel said. "I believe Chaz has very much the attitude that will allow him to thrive under the tutelage of one of the members of the Ventrue. I can offer him employment within the music industry, where his talents will be of considerable use, as well as instruction in the ways of the Camerilla."

He paused, considering his words carefully. "I was responsible for bringing the Rene in and because of that I feel I owe her at least some measure of protection. I told her that if she co-operated I would see to it that no harm befell her. While I do not see her as being a proper fit with my clan, I will still offer her employment, if she is willing to accept a job working in the Unyon when it reopens. This will take some measure of the burden off whoever chooses to welcome her into their Clan."

He looked at the Samedi, feeling a stab of pity. "Mike, you have fire. I hope it serves you well in all the nights to come. There is nothing I could teach you that would help you, unfortunately. My skills and powers are based on the manipulation of people, singly or in crowds and I don't see that as a place you want to be right now. I will help you if I can but I certainly wouldn't be the best choice of teachers for you. You need someone who can help you understand what is happening to you and I'm sorry but I could only help you with part of it."

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #202 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:44 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - The Prince

"Are there any other Kindred present that wish to extend their hospitality and responsibilities to take theses victims in besides Mr. Angelino?"

Maxx · « **Reply #203 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:45 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Angel

Angel looked at Grigor, who shrugged and nodded. "My Prince, with the assistance of my newly arrived friend from Germany, I am willing to take on more than one of the candidates. If it pleased the Council, I would be willing to make the attempt to school all three."

Helen glowered. "I can think of one member of the council that it doesn't please," she muttered, just loud enough to be audible.

Grimoire · « **Reply #204 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th 1999 1:45 am - The thirteenth Hole - Dana

Dana's blue eyes flicked to Helen she felt the undeniable bubble of rage start to form in her chest, it had been working itself up since her first run in with Helen. But she had to be good, count backwards from ten, breathe. She ran her smoke down to the filter and ashed it out on her boot. She cracked her fingers as she leaned over to the Brujah.
"Let's all mutter in displeased tones! And maybe we too will be granted the platinum pinecone to shove up our vags." Dana was a very well behaved Brujah, she didn't even say it in a decible loud enough for those other than her newfound clanmates to hear, even those with impecable hearing.

Trellin · « **Reply #205 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:46 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug chuckled softly and smirked at Dana's remark. "Maybe she needs it to keep that permanent scowl on her face."

Maxx · « **Reply #206 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th 1999 1:46 am - The thirteenth Hole - Helen

Helen looked at the whispering Brujah. She gave them a knowing smile, then very pointedly gave them her back.

David looked back and forth between the two groups and just shook his head. The Prince had specifically forbidden any of the Clan elders from adopting one of the Sabbat left overs. Helen had been more than thrilled by the decree. The Malkavian elder could understand the Prince's reasoning. After all, the Kindred of the city were, for the most part, without any form of responsibility within the Camerilla. This gave them the chance to get involved, without forcing them to step up into an arena where they were not yet powerful enough to survive.

Angel's offer.... It was a brave one but unlikely to succeed. The Ventrue had too much on his plate already, with his mortal servant to take care of and his business to run. One protege? Perhaps. With the help of his 'newly arrived friend from Germany'? That help would likely turn out to be a double edged sword.

Grimoire · « **Reply #207 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th 1999 1:46am - The thirteenth Hole - Dana

Dana smirked watching as the Toreador leader gave them her back, the clan was known for it's dramatics. She'd have her words with Helen she felt it tingling in the air, maybe not tonight and maybe not the next, but sometime, they all the time in the world. "Naw, it's just a tampon, must be a bitch living out eternity on the rag."

Her attention turned back to the festivities, had she any resources at her disposal to take on any of the prisoners she would have. The ugly one with the chip on his shoulder had quite the spirit to him. Though Dana would too if she woke up with her face rearranged as he had. He'd make a sick gaurd dog though. You've got Rotwielers? Well I've got a zombie so mleh. However the poor guy probably wouldn't appreciate that. He'd fit in with the Nos if the Prince didn't allow the Ventrue to take all three. But she gazed at his creased brow and the permanent snarl on his mangled face and her blue eyes showed the closest thing to empathy they could, a glazed over shimmer that made them glitter in the light of the stars. The rest of her face remained stony, her jaw set like she wanted a fight like it always was. He wasn't meant for the suits. Her memory flew back to rows of cherrywood desks and blue kilts, of having to raise your hand, sit still, be quiet. They told you when to talk, when to move hell they told you when to take a leak. All the while a restless pain fills your chest like you're going to die if you have to sit there one more second. She rolled her jaw contemplatively as she watched the Prince. Hmmm...

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #208 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th 1999 1:48am - The thirteenth Hole - Dana

The Prince looked around at the circle. "I would prefer that clan Ventrue isn't the only one with a large enough heart to adopt these three. Angelo, your intentions are well felt, but with the latest charge of having to be host and guardian of your two latest Ventrue, as well as the proposals and rebuilding plans, and your bar, and your music studio, it is my personal opinion that this move would over extend yourself far more than I am comfortable with. IF, no one else stands up to take responsibility for these strays, despite the vote for mercy and life, I will be forced to show them mercy. A fast clean kill. I will not jeapardize my subjects if it means letting these Kindred live as Caitiff in my city. For those of you that voted because you didn't wish to see an execution tonight..."

The truth was partially what the prince had said but it was more than that. Having Clan Venture have a Setite and a Lasombra in their back pocket was a horrifying thought. Despite the words of Angel, the prince knew the prisoners would be raised to be trained guard dogs. The would be kept lean and hungry and the thought didn't please him. it didn't matter if Grigor was willing to help. If anything the European Vampire would likely end up showing Angel a trick or two on how to keep their foster children in order. The Euro Courts were an [exceptionally harsh place to be if you were the new kid on the block.

The Prince paused and his mouth tightened. "Suck it up. Our kind can never have a peaceful end. Being Immortal means our end time when it comes will most certainly be painful and violent. That is the price we pay for a chance to live forever. The Prisoners will be re-staked and then feel the kiss of fire. Fire cleans and purifies much,their ashes will meet with the spings air and come morning they will be nothing more than a memory. That is the most humane way I can think of disposing of them and it will be the method used tonight. And for the new arrivals please don't hesistate to take on an extracurricular activity. I know some of you may be shy since it is your first night at court and dont have your total bearings. This could be an excellent opportunity. Justice? I know you have told me you have no plans as of yet in this city, what are your thoughts on having some mercy and saving one of these souls?"

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #209 on:** »

And for those of you that might be having a hard time trying to imagine these adopted puppies...

Here are some adoption snap shots

This is Mike...

This is Chaz

And the final one here is Rene

As other info yes there are currently 6 vampires on the 13th hole. 3 of them are up for adoption.

The Prince is not giving out Clan details or generations to stop anyone from the possibility of using them as drinking boxes or trying to hone them into weapons. The clan leaders were advised but not forbidden from telling their clan mates about the Victims. However Clan Ventrue and Nosferatu have Disclosed the info to their neonates.

The clan leaders are aware that of the 3 that are staked and active in the Sabbat, The one of them is a Brujah, and the other 2 are Gangrels that were sired by Drake, one of them is one of the Prison escapes that has a wrap sheet on him thats the size of your grocery list when you haven't shopped in over a month and you have to host the next big family get together. The would be aware that Chaz is a lasombra, Rene is a Setite, and Mike ofcourse is the Samdie.

Maxx · « **Reply #210 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:49 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Angel

"You'd kill them rather than burden me, Antigen?" Angel asked. "I think you underestimate my patience and my ability. I realize you would prefer that some of the other Clans step up but I think we can see that the Toreador will not. Helen has stated as much herself."

Angel looked around at the gathered Kindred. "Come on, people. Somebody else needs to step up here. As the Prince says, the majority of you are bleeding hearts until the work needs to be done. I'm stepping up, as should be expected from Clan Ventrue." He shot Jareth and Morgan pointed looks. "Morgan, you wanted a protege. In fact you were looking at Dee. Here is a chance for you to get the protege you are looking for."

He paused, looking at the rest of the Kindred. "What about you, Iggy? Is all that talk about free will and self determination just smoke you're blowing out your Brujah ass? Here's your chance. You even said you had a lot of free time on your hands. Are you going to step up or shut up?"

Trellin · « **Reply #211 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:49 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Myrddin
HP: 7 (7) BP: 10 (10) WP: 5(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Using the sound of Angel's voice for cover, he glanced at David and spoke softly, "I have the resources to adopt one, David, but not the experience in dealing with a childe. If you would be willing to lend me some advice occasionally, I would be willing to try."

Trellin · « **Reply #212 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:50 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug spoke softly to his clan, "Angel's an irritating little prick but he does have a point. I will put my money where my mouth is if you're willing to let me, Donna. Despite Angel trying to bite off far more than I think he can chew, he will have increased the size of his clan by at least a third while also giving it completely unknown potential if he actually does pull it off. Better for everyone to let the clans that have suffered significant losses and need the people take them on. Ideally, I'd say the Nosferatu would take Mike, we take Chaz and the Gangrel would take Rene."

Krys · « **Reply #213 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Athial

Athial stood further back t hen the others. All the talk of fire and it being a purifying humane way of death had her trembling under the heavy cloak. She listened to the bickering while watching Angel carefully. The gears in her head were twisting. Before her tiny dry mouth clicked together a few times trying to work up the energy to speak.

"My Lord, I humbely request you do not allow Chaz to go with Angel." Her head lowered a little trying to summon up the courage to speak more without trembling."The night we had meet Chaz, There is no denying whom Chaz should belong to should she see the next night." Her eyes glanced to Fia before back to her. "Chaz in my opinion isn't Brujah material but if it means him not going to Ventrue I'm all for it. Please don't get me wrong my Lord, I would offer myself up to teach him. However we both know I lack the wisdom and strength for such a task in my current state." The tiny voice held tones of sorrow.

OOC:when did Chaz get so hot?! break me off a piece of that...wait in this game that might actually happen O.o lol

Trellin · « **Reply #214 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug nodded, Good deal, he thought. That thought might even work in her favor if she has to take responsibility for someone she fed on plus it might give her a bit more control over him. Although it's irritating the crap out of me to bite my tongue while everyone else is making speeches. We can't afford to even appear divided as a clan though, now of all times.

Grimoire · « **Reply #215 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Dana

"Yes but the Prince has forbidden the Clan Leaders to take on our fine folk here and the only Nosferatu present is their leader..." Dana said pensively and she chewed on her cheek for a moment. "Chaz is clearly suit material, and I hate to say it but Angel put 'dibs' on him before anyone else- Ugh God. I am so fuckin sorry about this guys." Dana spoke pinching the bridge of her nose as she mentally boiled at the thought of talking about them like they were slabs of meat. "ANYWAYS. I think, we should take in Mike...Or the Gangrel should. We're the next best choice after the Nos, though really no one is going to understand his position better, and they're clearly in need of the numbers...Could you not make an exception my Prince?"

Trellin · « **Reply #216 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug looked at Dana, "Dibs? Who gives a shit about dibs? We're talking about the needs of the clans and the needs of these newborn kindred. The Ventrue are running neck and neck for the most numerous of the clans here. And if you're talking dibs, I'd say that you might want to ask Chaz and Fia who drank from whom, because if Chaz drank from Fiacould have already formed a bond to her and that would leave the Ventrue always looking at him over their shoulder and that won't be a big help with his education."

Maxx · « **Reply #217 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:52 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Angel

"Fia's fate hasn't yet been decided," Angel pointed out. I don't think it is a wise idea for her to adopt anyone with her own fate still up in the air." He looked at the Gangrel. "Sorry, Fia but it is true."

Then his eyes swung to the Tremere. "Tell me, Athial, what is wrong with the Ventrue? You've heard him speak in his own defense. Can you think of a clan that would be able to put that silver tongue to better use? It's good to see that you made it back, by the way. We lost far too many in Burlington."

His tone was carefully neutral. He didn't want his suspicions revealed as to why Athial had returned days later, when more powerful kindred hadn't returned at all. The burns were equally odd. Angel didn't know a lot about the Sabbat but he did know they liked to play with fire for fun. It was too much of a coincidence.

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #218 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:52 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole -

Antigen leaned over and whispered to Athial in old German "We cannot adopt and teach any of them. To do so would be punishable by death. Our thalmaturgy is one of our closest guarded secrets. I do not see any of these victims being capable or mentally focused enough to understand our arcane secrets even if the council of Tremere gave us permission."

Donna looked at her Brujah. "If you guys wanna adopt someone then go for it. Its a lot of work and if they fuck up its your head on the block is all I'm saying. But if you new guys took one on to teach and care for... it could be semi beneficial, they are residents of this city. You could teach them how to cope with their new status and they could show you around the city. I'm just saying the average apprenticeship takes a year to ten years depending on how slow your childe is to learn their lessons.

Maxx · « **Reply #219 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 1:53 am - 13th Hole - Waylon

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

Waylon looked at Helen, then at Jallyn. A lot of people were talking but few of them were actually going to actually take the step to save the life of one of the captives. Jallyn wanted to. Hell, he wanted to but Helen would be furious. She had the best interests of the Camerilla in general and the Toreador in particular at heart. The problem was, that heart had stopped a long time ago.

He looked at Jallyn again, then back at his Primogen. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission, except from Helen.

Grimoire · « **Reply #220 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:53 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Dana

"Chaz fits best with Ventrue, that IS what's best for him, don't piss in my cornflakes over a turn of phrase." Dana said the spit fire brunette wouldn't let this one go. "Chaz doesn't belong with us even if he doesn't go to the suits. Look at Mike, where will he go if he can't go to the Nos? Hm?"

Grimoire · « **Reply #221 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:53 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Papillion

She looked at the ground as the assembled bickered over the hows and whys and wheres of the prisoners. Papillion would have gladly taken on Chaz, if only for Fia in the chance the fates were not in her corner tonight. But Papillion was a Toreador and they were the beautiful people, but the laws of ones clan can be bent, the word of Helen was carved in stone. Such a pity.

Trellin · « **Reply #222 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug looked at Donna, "I'll take one on. I can always put them down later if they're incapable of learning", he shrugged. "It would be nice to think I could make Scotty proud," With that he looked to the newborns waiting for the hangman's noose and said, "I will take one of you on as a ward. If anyone want's to choose to go with me, I will take you. You may not know enough to make a good decision but at least you can have a choice."

Trellin · « **Reply #223 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7) BP: 14 (14) WP: 4(5) Hum: 8 (8) SC: 4 (4)

Doug glanced at Dana, "As far as picking apart a turn of phrase, if I were Ventrue or Gangrel, the chance that a blod bond would may have occurred is definitely be something I'd consider. That's not nitpicking, thats just being cautious."

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #224 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole -Donna

"If you want to put your hat in the ring go for it." Donna replied calmly.

She trusted her posse to know if they were biting off too much to chew. "Which one you thinking about snagging?"

Author Topic: Bloodlines Chapter 3.1 Actus Criae (Read 241187 times)

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